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timothee-chalamets-girlfriend · 9 months ago

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Paul Atreides X Reader (Dune)

Part 3: Day One

Paul Atreides awakens just as the sun begins its ascend into the Arrakis sky. He stays beneath the blankets for a few more minutes, finding it odd that he'd be freezing at night but then would dress for the day in cool clothes. Once he felt more awake, he slips out of bed and walks to the closet where an outfit had been hung for him. It was similar to his black cloak, though it was tan and a lot more thin. A lot more suitable for the desert. Paul slides it over his body; it felt very soft, and the coolness was refreshing to his skin. He then kicks off his boots, in which he had on all night since he had fallen asleep before getting a chance to take them off; he had been too tired last night to care. Paul replaces his pair of black pants with a more baggy, as well as tan pair to match the cloak. His body was covered enough to where he wouldn't get a sunburn, while it also was keeping his body cooler than what it'd be in his black cloak. He slips his black boots back on, and now he was ready for the first full day on Arrakis.

Gurney stays in the Palace tracking the Harkonnens while Paul and his parents load up into an ornithopter. They were set to go view a few of the spice harvesters and examine how they work. Leto was the pilot, Paul sat on the passenger side, and Jessica in the back. They all strapped up and the Duke started the engine, it roaring while the wings deploy, stretching out until they're straight. The wings then start to vibrate, picking up momentum at each passing second. A loud buzzzzz fills the air as the wings reach their maximum speed for takeoff. Leto pulls up the yoke and the ornithopter ascends into the desert air, hovering over the sand and causing it to make a whirlwind around the ship until they get high enough off the ground.

Paul can't help but take in the beauty of the desert as they fly across the sky. It was so vast. So tremendous. It was hard for him to believe any human being survived solely off of the desert. He wanted to know exactly how; the film books only gave him brief descriptions. As they flew, he thought of the Fremen. He wondered how they looked and how they acted in person. He hoped he'd be lucky enough to meet one of them. Of course, he was mainly here for the Harkonnens and the spice, but something about the Fremen caught his attention. There was something special about them, he wasn't quite sure what, but he knew he wanted to learn more.

In the near distance, the first harvester can be seen. Leto brought down the ornithopter to a better viewing altitude, still staying high enough as to not disrupt the harvesting. "You can unstrap now, if you want a better look." Paul's father tells him, and he does so. Paul leans towards the glass of the cockpit, looking down and observing the large machine work. It digs deep into the sand dunes, pulling the spice out and separating it from the sand before collecting it. Paul notices a few small objects hovering in the air around them, they were almost drone like. "What are those?" He asks his parents. "Worm spotters," his mother replies, "They can detect worm sign from about 500 meters away." She explains. "What happens if they spot a worm?" Paul asks, genuinely curious. "Then they pray for their lives." His father jokes, before Jessica gives him a hard stare and he stops laughing. "A Carryall will deploy and lift it to safety. However, they do harvest up until the very last second. It's a dangerous job." The Duke says. Paul nods, continuing to watch the harvester.

"Father, have you ever seen a worm? In person, I mean?" Paul questioned. Leto chuckles in return, "only from the air, son. And that's all you'll ever want to see 'em." His father says, shooting him a quick smile and patting his shoulder. "We're safe up here." His father assured him. Not that Paul was worried about being devoured by a sand worm, he was more so curious about them. He'd seen images of them, but part of him wanted to see a real one. Up close, maybe. "Ready to head to the next one?" The Duke asks his family, and they nod in return. The ornithopter buzzed through the air as they soared. Paul had his eyes peeled for worm sign, but he wasn't too hopeful. When they approach the next harvester, the family immediately notices several other ornithopters hovering around it. "Who are they?" Paul asks, concerned. "Calm down, it's just for worm spotting." Leto says, but he wasn't completely sure. They had replaced the ships for the drones for worm spotting awhile ago, so why would there be any other ornithopters here?

�� Duke Leto proceeds forward, trying to get a look at who was inside those other ships. Just a second later, a warning call goes off. It was from Gurney. The Duke looks down for a split second to find out what it was about, and in that time, one of the other ornithopters turned to directly face them. Paul squints his eyes, getting a better look into the cockpit. It was a dark figure in a black suit, who also seemed to be without hair. "Harkonnens.." Paul mutters, looking to his father. "Shit." His father says upon finding out himself. "Strap in," he tells both Jessica and Paul, and once they did so, he wastes no more time and suddenly makes a swift, vigorous bank to the left. Paul holds on tightly to his straps while his head was being thrown around with a lot of force from the quick bank. Now, all the other ornithopters were facing them and were on their tail.

Leto pushes the throttle to its max capacity, the Harkonnens were right behind them. They soar through the desert air at a fast pace, the wings were working at full power and the buzzing sound rumbled throughout the entire ship. Jessica looks behind her after they had been flying for awhile, and she couldn't see any of the other ships anymore. "I think we lost them," she sighs, putting a hand to her stomach. Just as the family takes a breath of relief, multiple bright lights flash behind them. The Harkonnens had fired three missiles. The ornithopter's alarm system beeped constantly, warning them of the upcoming missiles that were locked on their ship. Leto works tirelessly to dodge each missiles attempt to make contact with their ship. He flips the ornithopter, turns it sharply, and continues flying as fast as possible. Jessica and Paul's heads are still being whipped around violently, giving them headaches. Leto was used to it. Although, he never had time to strap himself in, so he was being thrown around a lot more than the others. He didn't have time to care about any potential injures, though. He had to keep flying.

Two of the missiles collide when the Duke confuses them by letting them get close, before closing the wings and nose diving downward. As they fell, the last missile followed closely behind. It was gliding fast, and their ships' engine was about ready to give out at this point. Leto re-opens the wings, making them come out from the dive and ascend quickly, but the missile did the same. Their speed was decreasing as the engine was dying. "I need you two to brace and stay in that position until we're on the ground." He tells his family through gritted teeth. "Why? What are you.." Paul starts to ask, but his father flicks his head toward him, sweat dripping down his forehead. "BRACE!" Leto yells, just as all power shuts off. The Duke knew he could try one last thing to protect his family, so he stops the ornithopter mid-air and turns it so the pilot's side faces the missile. He quickly glances at Paul, who wasn't leaning down yet so he pushes his head down with his sweaty hand and keeps it there, forcing Paul to brace. A split second before the missile makes impact, Leto lifts the ship up a bit to make it where the missile hits the bottom of the pilot's side, causing the majority of the impact to fall upon him.

A loud crash falls upon Paul's ears as the missile hits their ship. His father's hand was still holding his head down, so he couldn't see what was happening. A few seconds after that crash, he feels his father's hand loosen its grip on his cranium. And soon, he no longer felt it at all. He looks up, his eyes going wide as he spots a sight of pure horror and panic. The entire pilot's side of the ship was missing, along with his father. The large hole in the ornithopter caused gusts of wind to throw the ship around like a rag doll. They were going down, fast. Paul looks around frantically for his father, but he is nowhere to be seen. "FATHER!" He yells hopelessly. "PAUL, BRACE!" His mother screams at him, sounding just as distraught. Paul buries his head in his arms, closing his eyes and letting fate decide what will happen to him.

The ornithopter spirals downward until finally colliding with the sand below them. The impact causes an eruption of sand to fall over them. The glass of the cockpit shatters and flies through the air, striking Paul and cutting him in a few places. Being strapped in most likely saved both Paul's and Jessica's lives, however the collision into the desert's sand was so powerful both mother and son had blacked out upon hitting the ground; their brains had been rattled around so much, it was likely they had a concussion. Nevertheless, they were alive. The Duke, however, his fate was yet to be determined.

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strawbrygashez · 1 year ago

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I’m gonna answer some of the ship questions from that ship ask game i reblogged a while back for Patrick Bateman x Paul bc I feel like no one would care to ask for them but I really love this ship 😭

2. Do they have a dynamic trope? (Enemies to lovers, sunshine x grumpy, etc?)

Yes! Definitely sunshine x grumpy :) I would have also maybe said enemies to lovers but Paul never hated Patrick really. I mean he did think he’s a weirdo and talked bad about him to Patricks face (without realizing it was him) but everyone thinks Pat was weird 🤷‍♀️ Plus Paul is too easy going to actually have any enemies. Sure he has people he dislikes but he wouldn’t call anyone a enemy.

Patrick on the other hand.. well it’s obvious he saw Paul as a enemy lol.

3. Who cooks? Who cleans up? Who’s banned from the kitchen?

Paul usually cooks. He knows Patrick will barely eat anything he makes but he cooks for them both anyways.. or just cooks for himself if he knows Pat is gonna be especially against eating whatever he makes that day.

Patrick is the one who cleans up even if they are at Pauls place and Paul tells him not to worry about it & he’s got it. But Patrick goes on about how he won’t clean up right and how he’s a slob and blah blah blah. Paul thanks him with a kiss on the cheek which makes Pat all like 😑 of course.

Neither of them are really banned from either kitchen. Patrick probably wouldn’t let Paul go into his kitchen for a while though since he thought he left heads or whatever in the kitchen but once Pauls been with him for a bit & understands Patrick’s brain more, he’s allowed in there because there is actually almost never anything concerning in the fridge or cabinets.

5. Who does what chores?

If they are living together at Patricks place, Patrick does all the chores but not like really since if something is ‘wrong’ with his place it’s getting fixed the first second he realizes it.

Paul would take care of the chore of getting groceries if he lived with him. He writes down things they both need and takes care of either going to the store to get the stuff or having it delivered.

Also for some reason I see Paul wanting to have a plant or two in the apartment & after a bunch of convincing Patrick he won’t get soil everywhere, he’s allowed to have one. He takes care of watering it and whatnot :)

6. Do they go out often or prefer to stay indoors?

Paul prefers to stay in doors because he honestly doesn’t give much of a shit about looking perfect in his co-workers eyes but Patrick on the other hand would hate for anyone to believe he’s a shut in so Patricks making them go out a couple times a week to lunch or whatnot.

Paul tries to convince Pat that he can stay home more often but Pat usually just ignores him :/ Pat usually only agrees to stay home if he’s SUPER tired or feeling more off than usual.

9. Baths or showers together? Do they like elaborate ones with bubbles and flower petals?

Baths because Patrick is weird about watching people bathe in his bath. He doesn’t let Paul add anything like bubbles because he wants the water to be clear so he can see all of him 💀

If they bathe separately though Paul would add a bunch of stuff he doesn’t really need to. Patrick is fine with just showering by himself.

10. Who drives and who picks out the music?

While they both just usually go places in cabs, if they wanna actually drive somewhere, Paul is the one who usually drives. I can’t really think of a reason why Patrick isn’t the one to often but 🤷‍♀️ Paul really wants to play his own music but I think to make Patrick less grumpy about having to go wherever with him (probably to go visit Pauls family), he lets Patrick play whatever he wants. Plus he wouldn’t wanna deal with Patrick complaining after each rock song Paul plays anyways. Not saying Paul never gets his way with music but he tries to keep Patrick as ‘happy’ as he can in certain situations.

13. What’s their opinion on PDA?

Paul is hypothetically more open to it. He’d love to be able to just hold Patricks hand when Pat needs to feel grounded in public but Patrick would be scared to death that people would think he’s gay. So they always keep their hands to themselves in public.

The closest they’ll get to PDA is they will place a hand on the others shoulder at work in a ‘bro’ way like a “Hey man how are ya 😎?” type of thing. Even though even that makes Patrick a bit worried people can somehow tell they are fucking from that, 💀 he will allow it.

14. Who does fashion shows after a mall trip and who watches & complements them?

Paul would be the one to do ‘fashion shows’ while Pat watches. Pat will mostly just poke fun at some of Pauls fashion choices and tell him he has terrible taste but there’s always some pieces he will ‘complement’ (aka tell him it’s not absolutely terrible).

Patrick only tries on things when he doesn’t really need to if Paul begs him to. Like if Paul picked him some clothes up in the mall or whatever. Patrick will usually humor him just to get him to ‘shut up.’

Paul will them smother him with complements until Patrick gets too flustered and tells him to fuck off and goes to change back into what he was wearing before 💀 unless Paul can get him to relax.

17. What does a relaxing night in look like for them?

I picture it looking two different ways.

Either they are each doing their own thing in the living room, like Paul is reading or working on some ‘nerdy’ thing like a puzzle or whatever while Patrick is organizing his own cd collection for the 10th time in a week.

Or Paul’s spread out on the couch, playing with Patrick’s hair while Pat is resting his head on his chest and while they watch some gory horror movie 🥲 Patrick allowing himself to be like that with Paul is rare but it does happen every now and then where he somehow is able to get his mind to just shut off for a bit and let Paul treat him sweetly.

19. How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other?

Patrick will show that he actually does listen and care about what Paul says and do little things to show that he does. Either it being a small thing like Paul saying he really wants a certain book and then the next day it’s on his nightstand or it’s something bigger like silently allowing himself to be more vulnerable around him.

Paul is the one to be a lot more ‘loud’ in his expressions of love but he can be silent about it too like going out to go get things for Patricks skin care when he starts running low.

20. What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

Patrick doesn’t wanna wear anything of Pauls but Paul will ‘borrow’ Patricks ties and watches sometimes. And if Patrick is about to throw out a older shirt because it’s not ‘fashionable’ anymore, Paul takes it from him to wear to bed even if it’s not a ‘bed’ shirt lol he just wants to wear something of his like that so he does. Patrick will say it’s weird or dumb but deep down he actually loves it.

24. Where is their favorite place to kiss on their partner? What are their favorite types of kisses?

Paul likes to kiss Patricks cheek and neck :)! He likes all types of kisses honestly. He wants to be all over Patrick and wants Patrick all over him so as long as he’s getting kissed in anyway he’s happy.

Patrick is taller than Paul sooo he kisses Paul on the top of his head!! Patrick likes rough/deep kisses because he’s a passionate love maker 😎

28. What’s something that reminds them of their partner? Do they have anything on them as a daily reminder?

They both have pictures of each other on their phones. Paul’s pictures of Patrick’s are a lot more normal and sweet like pictures of Pat asleep on him while Patricks are of Paul when they were fuckin 💀

#I answered a LOT more of these than I thought I was gonna.. I got carried away :3 #main tags bc whyyyy not #Patrick Bateman #Paul Allen #Patrick Bateman x paul allen

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atomicbird101 · 1 year ago

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Happy Birthday, Butch.

Butch DeLoria x Lone Wanderer | 1,210 words Content warning: alcoholism, CPR mention

"Happy Birthday to me," Butch sarcastically cheers with a bottle of his mother's vodka to his lips. Another year of only two gifts from his best pals – a pack of cigarettes from Wally and novelty flask with the Tunnel Snakes logo etched onto it from Paul. All of his other "birthday presents" were given to him two days ago, (one of the many great things about being born so close to Christmas) and his mother is too drunk to even function, much less have prepared him a gift other than a halfhearted apology and a pat on the back. Birthdays are always so depressing for Butch DeLoria, and his sweet sixteen is no exception.

He's startled out of his night of drinking on his own, however, when he hears a knock on his door. Maybe one of his pals left something behind? However, he answers to find Robbyn Brake, the goody-two-shoes Poindexter herself at his doorstep with her hands behind her back.

“What do you want, Nosebleed?”

Robbyn instantly recoils at the stench of alcohol on his breath.

“Yeesh! Banner year, huh?”

“Yeah, well, unlike some people ‘round here, I don’t exactly get shit handed to me on a silver platter.”

She grits her teeth in annoyance at his instant hostility, as well as his presumptuous and condescending statement – however cruel his comment was, it at least got him out of seeing that expression he so hates: pity. And man does he hate seeing it from her.

“...I… know it’s your birthday, and, y’know, doing the math, it must not be the most wonderful time of the year – what with it being right after Christmas, and your mom, and–”

“Lemme stop you right there, geek. I know what you’re gonna say, and I don’t wanna hear it, so you can fuck off with that shit.”

“But I just–” Robbyn stutters an incomplete counter argument as she brings a freshly baked sweet roll out from behind her back and holds it out in front of her, causing Butch to freeze in his tracks.

“Is that a sweet roll?”

“Uh, yeah…?”

“Why?”

She’s caught off-guard by his question, but she quickly scrounges up a lie that Butch doesn’t believe for a second.

“I, umm, I made it, and there were too many, and, well…”

He raises an eyebrow at her, rolls his eyes, and says, “I know you’re full of shit, but I’ll take it anyway. Better not suck.”

She rubs the back of her neck as he takes it, and she decides to spill the truth after a relenting sigh.

“Look, I know we’re not friends or anything, and I don’t know why you hate my guts, but I do know you’re a miserable son of a bitch who’s more than likely alone on his birthday, and maybe nobody needs to be alone on their birthday. Not even pricks like you.”

There it is. That fucking pity in her eyes.

“I don’t need your God-damned sympathy, so cut that shit out.”

He takes a bite of the sweet roll, and much to his disdain, it’s fluffy, buttery, and overall incredible.

“Listen, man, I’m not asking you to bask in my sweet, saintly glory or whatever, and I’m not here to judge poor Butchie. I’m just dropping off a baked good and fucking off so you can jerk off or whatever it is you do on your birthday,” she says as she turns towards her own dorm.

Butch is savoring every bite of that delicious sweet roll, but pride forbids him from confessing that it’s the best damn thing he’s ever tasted.

“Whatever. Thanks for the pastry, loser.”

She lets out a curt sigh and turns back to face him.

"Y'know, I know you're angry – and don't get me wrong, you have a lot to be angry about – but I don't know why you always have to be such a dick. I know for a fact that you're not always a complete asshole. And I'm praying to God that you're too drunk to remember any of this in the morning, because if I'm being really honest, I kinda miss the Butch from three years ago. Not whoever this is." Her hand gestures all over the douche in the leather jacket before she shakes her head and starts to walk away again.

Butch freezes. His brow furrows and he suddenly looks extremely uncomfortable as he realizes exactly what she’s referring to – the time he gave her her first kiss. He's never brought the lip lock up before, but now she's dropped it, and she says she misses it? He isn't sure how to respond, and his prolonged silence causes her to think that he doesn’t remember, but he remembers that kiss – he remembers it well, since that was his worst birthday by far.

He had just turned thirteen and his mom had had to get her stomach pumped, and despite all the shitty things he'd done to Robbyn, she stayed outside the clinic in the hall to comfort him while her dad was administering CPR. She held his hand and gave him tissues, and as they were talking to keep his mind off of his mother's dangerous alcoholic binge, it came up that Robbyn had never been kissed. After all the kindness she showed him (not to mention her adorable eyes and freckles) he volunteered to be her first kiss. She was taken by such complete surprise that she couldn't do anything but nod her head and let him kiss her, and he held her like glass. This boy who used to pull her hair and push her around touched her so delicately, like he was scared of accidentally breaking her.

The way he held her that night still confuses the hell out of her to this day. They've literally fistfought numerous times since then, but she still thinks back to the time his touch was soft and hesitant, and she can't explain this ache in her chest when she thinks about it, but she knows she misses that tenderness. In all honesty, it was the first time she felt like she could be loved, and she's never been able to make sense of that feeling because it came from her damned bully.

Now she stands at her own door, entering the code to get into her apartment, and he's staring at her, no longer chewing the sweet roll she baked. He doesn’t get this girl. She’s the only gal who’s thought to stick up for him and be nice, but she’s also tough on him and kind of a brat. He’s racking his brain for some kind of witty remark or comeback, but all his sloshed ass can think of is finishing the roll and letting out a small belch.

She scoffs in disgust, then disappears into her dorm – and, if Butch listens very, very closely, he can hear a frustrated growl travel through her living room window. As he gazes after her, he starts to get overwhelmed by various emotions swimming in all that vodka: anger, confusion, and something…sadder. He doesn’t know what she means to him, but she means a lot, and he’s not sure he’ll ever be ready to tell her.

#fallout 3 #butch deloria #lone wanderer #butch deloria x lone wanderer #fallout #Robbyn Brake

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anthropologyruinseverything · 6 months ago

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Updating the fanfic!

“Got You” Part 3 - 7.6k words

Jey Uso x Mixed FMC

🚨Very mature content warning! This is definitely the most intense chapter but I have included a trigger warning so you can skip the hard part (assault is attempted but stopped) 🚨

Minors DNI! No one under 18 allowed sorry

See here for part 2

Chapter 5

Aurora POV -

I knew something was up the minute I walked in the front door, a sixth sense of sorts from years of living with a volatile drug addict. My heart skipped a beat when I realized my mother was in the dingy kitchenette stirring away at something on the stove. She never cooked anymore and anything out of the ordinary was cause for concern.

“Oh you’re home, I wondered if we’d see you tonight.”

Stomach twisting I approached her carefully. I’d only responded to her message five times apologizing for being late. “I’m sorry mama, I had to stay late for work.”

“You’re sure it was just for work? I didn’t see a baby in the car today.” Of course she’d been watching from the windows.

“Yes mama, Mr. Fatu offered me rides and I felt rude saying no.” Her face pinched but she recovered into a smile. I could feel the dread building in my lower spine.

“Go sit down honey, dinner is ready and Paul just pulled up with his friend.” Almost anyone else would have written her words off as a normal statement but from her it was a threat, I just didn’t know for what.

“Yes ma’am.”

Paul came clattering in followed closely by another white man who looked meaner and uglier than him. He smiled when he saw me, licking his chapped lips from behind a patchy beard. I shivered in disgust.

“This here is Danny. Aurora, be nice and say hi.” Awkwardly I waved, in fear of what would happen if I didn’t.

He looked at Paul with his beady, murky blue eyes. “She always quiet?”

Paul nodded. “Whaddya think?”

Danny smirked. “How much did you say?”

My heart plummeted to my feet as I stood. “What’s going on?”

All three other people stopped what they were doing. Danny looked amused and Paul looked at my mother expectantly. She came to pat my shoulder with a fake, cold smile.

“Well since you’ve been whoring yourself to your boss we figured you wouldn’t mind if we set you up with some new clients. And this way we make sure we get our cut, fair and square.” Her voice was so calm, mocking me with how caring and sweet she sounded even though her words were poison.

My jaw fell open and my stomach heaved. I couldn’t believe what just was hearing.

“I’m not sleeping with my boss!”

She’d sunk low before but this was completely unreal. I couldn’t believe she would actually agree to pimp me out.

“So, uh, where we gonna do this?” Danny reminded me of his presence.

I wanted to claw the nasty man’s eyes out and run. To where?

*Josh.*

“We’re not! Mom, tell him this is ridiculous, you can’t be serious!”

Pulling out my phone I got off a single message to Josh before Paul was snatching for it.

SOS 🚨

🚨🚨🚨🚨^^^Trigger warning for attempted SA scene^^^🚨🚨🚨🚨 plz take care of yourself and skip ahead - I made sure to write this so it is not necessary to read if you don’t want to

“Her bedroom is that way.” I’d never hated her so much as I did in that moment when she pointed down the narrow hall.

“No! Mom! Mom!” I shrieked as each man grabbed an arm and begin pulling me.

Danny snarled when I twisted and landed a nasty blow between my shoulders, sending me to the floor. He looked at Paul who gave me another swift kick to the side. “Didn’t tell me you hadn’t broken her in yet.”

“I’ll let you have the next session for free if you wanna help with that.”

With a shrug the other man grabbed my wrist and pulled hard in spite of my struggling. Throwing me onto my rickety twin bed I scrambled, trying to get to a weapon but he was already laying into me with the leather belt he’d pulled from around his waist. My ancient tshirt gave way easily under his hands, giving him direct access to the flesh of my back and shoulders. Blows rained down, burning so fiercely my eyes stung with tears. I curled into the fetal position, covering my head and trying to escape the worst of it.

He stopped hitting me to wrap the leather strap around my wrists and flipped me onto my abused back. Kicking at him didn’t do much even with my healthy ankle. I was tired and sore from the injuries and work out Josh had put me through earlier. My strength to fight was waining fast but I couldn’t just give up. Danny responded to a kick in the shoulder with a powerful punch to the stomach, making me gag and cough.

My jeans didn’t come off as easily as my tshirt but he managed with a few vicious yanks. I didn’t know how to get out of this. Closing my eyes I tried to picture Josh, Jason, my friends, my school, anything to get away from the gut wrenching reality of what was happening. My mother had sold me to this man and his awfully slimy hands were running up my thighs and over my ribs to squeeze my breasts with so much force it tore a lot sob of pain out of my chest.

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And then, with a yelp of pained surprise, he was gone. For a few seconds all I could hear was the thundering of my pulse but once my body realized he was no longer bearing down on me my senses began to adjust. Shouts and thuds from the living room went on for a few more moments before a particularly nasty sounding crash and then it all went quiet. Unsure of what was going on I remained where I was, shaking and trying to get a grip on my breathing.

Finally I could hear a voice speaking clearly. A voice I knew.

“Don’t move you fuckin cunt.”

Josh appeared in the doorway of my tiny and now destroyed room looking every inch the enraged hero he was. With what strength I had left I launched myself into his arms and he met me halfway, scooping me up and holding me against his chest tightly while I buried my face in his neck.

He pressed his lips to the top of my head and spoke softly. “Do you need anything at all from here?”

I shook my head, unable to form words. With shaking hands he pulled the belt from around my wrists and threw it. Snatching the thin blanket he wrapped it around my shoulders before standing, holding me up bridal style. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders I leaned into him like I never had another.

I’d needed him and there he was.

He’d *saved* me.

The carnage in the living room was testament to his anger. Both men were laid out in the remains of the broken kitchen table, Danny bleeding from a head wound onto the floor. The door had been kicked in and Josh walked through splinters from the flimsy piece of fake wood he’d demolished like he owned the place. My mother sat wordlessly on the couch, her eyes wide in terror as she watched him stalk across the room and out the door.

I wouldn’t remember being bundled or being carried into the house or being carefully dressed in his clothes.

All the rest I would remember from that night came as Josh tucked me into bed next to him, his arms wound tightly around me as he whispered comforting words. Turning slightly I let my heart take the lead for once in my life.

Pressing my lips to his softly as I touched his face I said the only thing I could think of.

“Thank you.”

Reciprocating my kiss gently he held me tighter still. “S’okay now, Daddy’s got you.”

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Jey POV

My plan may not have been foolproof but it had worked and Rori would never be going back to that awful place. Each time she woke up crying and screaming for me it wrenched my heart and made me murderous at the same. I hoped I’d done permanent damage and seriously considered going back to make sure the job was done.

While I’d let her go I hadn’t gone far, just pulling off the road about a mile away to mull over my options. Banging on the trailer door within minutes after getting her text her mother had creaked it open and tried to tell me to mind my own business and go away.

So I’d done the logical thing and kicked the damn thing as hard as I could, flimsy wood exploding everywhere on impact. Even as angry as I was I wouldn’t hurt a woman but Rori’s sad excuse for a mother didn’t know that. I’d sent her down to the couch with a relatively soft shove, at least compared to what I did to her man, and fear did the rest.

Paul got a firm right to the jaw before a couple swift kicks to the ribs just to show him how it felt. The other male, whose name I didn’t bother to learn, was dealt a couple body blows and some well aimed shots to the face before I threw him head first through their shitty table. The irony of that was the only part of the whole ordeal that made my mouth twitch to remember.

Just because I only pretended to throw hands on television didn’t mean I couldn’t fuck someone up for real if I decided to.

Aurora stirring in my arms got my attention. At first she burrowed deeper into my side, her cheek pressed into my collarbone. Thankfully it seemed like she was just waking up naturally rather than being scared awake by a nightmare. Ten hours punctuated by several rounds of panic wouldn’t be nearly enough to fully recover but maybe I could get her to eat something or shower before sleep claimed her again. Pressing my lips to her forehead I smiled and tried to be reassuring. “Hey sleepy head.”

She jumped so hard it was like I’d electrocuted her and I immediately felt bad for breaking the spell. Tumbling out of the bed Aurora yelped in pain when she hit the dark wood floor. Not what I had been expecting. Kicking the covers off my own legs I knelt down next to her and touched her leg gently. Her hazel eyes were blown wide and she looked a little dazed.

“Hey, hey you with me baby?”

Her throat moved as she swallowed and it looked uncomfortable. “I- Jesus Christ.” Burying her face in her hands she began to sob. Hard, heaving cries from deep in her chest. Pulling her into my lap I let her cling to me and cry it out. I could only imagine how she must feel.

I wasn’t sure how long we sat there with her fist balled into my shirt and her tears soaking it but my left foot had gone completely numb by the time her sobs quieted into hiccups.

“She sold me.” I hated hearing her normally lyrical accent so hoarse and broken. She’d never cry so hard again, I’d make sure of it.

“I know baby girl.” I was very gentle with where I rubbed her arms and sides, minding as best I could all the places she was bruised.

“Why? I was paying her rent, she could have just asked for more money. I could have got another job. I could have worked nights or-or-“

“Aurora.” She paused and I cupped her chin, gently making her look at me. “There was nothing you coulda done. That’s greed baby, greed and addiction.”

Her eyes welled with fresh tears and she sniffed. “She’s gonna be so mad.”

As realization took hold I could see the panic in her swell. “Oh no. Oh no, oh no, I don’t - I haven’t been able to get a room somewhere yet and she’s not gonna let me come back after that. Not unless…” Her voice dropped off and she shuddered.

I waited another beat to make sure she was done talking. “You don’t need to worry.”

She swiped a hand across her eyes. “What do you mean? I’m - this is so inappropriate Mr. Fatu.”

Barking a laugh I pulled her in and dropped another kiss on her forehead before moving to each of her cheeks and then the tip of her nose. “Since when do you call me that? And I mean I’m gonna take care of you from now on but you better start listenin or I’mma spank that fine ass.”

Not the most ‘appropriate’ thing to say but it had the desired effect and she let out a little laugh in spite of her self. Aurora sobered quickly though, worrying her lip and looking up at me through those long lashes. “I didn’t think you saw me that way.”

I shifted, trying to get some feeling back in my foot. “Yeah.” Now it was my turn to feel a little nervous. “Was I wrong thinking you felt that way?”

Maybe I had been wrong taking that little kiss as confirmation.

But I didn’t need to worry. Aurora shook her head emphatically. “No, I do. I have, since like, I started. It’s just that everything over the last few days barely feels real, ya know?”

That made sense. Trauma, especially something so violent and unexpected could shake your mental state up pretty badly. “Makes sense. But hey, I know what I’m feeling right this minute.”

She leaned back to look at me. “Yeah? Gonna share?”

Having finally regained feeling in my foot, I stood up with her in my arms and she reflexively wrapped her arms around my neck. “Hungry. I want breakfast.”

She laughed and hugged me tightly as I carried her to the kitchen.

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Chapter 6

Aurora POV

Most of the day passed in a blur, I was so tired and slept a lot but Josh had made sure I got what I needed, only leaving my side when I took a shower.

I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until my skin was raw, possessed by an urgent need to purge the feeling of Danny’s hands on my body. Closing my eyes I tried to let the water ease the ache I could feel so deep it was like it was in my bones and focus on the positive.

Focus on Josh.

My heart fluttered when I thought about how it felt to be safe in his embrace and the feel of his lips. I was so used to everything being temporary or untrustworthy it was hard not to feel anxiety about it too. Well, more so that he would come to his senses and send me back there. I tightened my arms around myself when it was like my whole body rebelled at the notion.

I’d sleep in a dumpster before I went back there.

That thought sent off a fresh wave of fears and stresses I just couldn’t deal with in the moment. I found myself wanting nothing more than to curl up into Josh’s arms and beg for it all to go away. As if he could read my thoughts a gentle knocking on the door interrupted the free fall into disassociation.

“You okay?” He sounded worried.

I turned off the water, unaware it had progressively gone cold and stepped out, noticing the time on the wall clock. It was eleven, I’d been in here for almost an hour. My whole body warmed at the thought of his concern, mitigating the chill a little bit. I wasn’t used to someone worrying about me.

“Yeah…I just realized I don’t have any clothes though.” I felt young and stupid and vulnerable. Like a child who had forgotten their away bag for a sleepover and was too scared to tell anyone.

“I got you, so long as you don’t mind wearing my stuff again. We can take care o’the rest tomorrow.”

Wrapping myself in a towel I opened the door enough to receive the bundle of clothes he held. A makeshift tank top of his and pair of basketball shorts. It made me smile to myself to think of him chopping up tshirts various ways before his matches. The shorts were a no go, they wouldn’t stay up unless I had something to secure them. I’d have to settle for the shirt and the only ancient pair of panties I had from…that place. Not home. I’d never think of it as home again.

I loved being enveloped by his smell though, just wearing this made me feel safer and more relaxed. Another idea flitted through the back of my mind. One that would surely help me forget Danny and his slimy hands.

Instead of continuing to try and figure out how to get the shorts to stay up, I folded them up. Hesitantly I stepped into the hallway to find him waiting, scrolling on his phone.

His coffee colored eyes swept over me from head to toe and I couldn’t fight the blush I felt blooming. He straightened and I held out the shorts. “I’m sorry, they won’t stay up.”

Josh didn’t speak right away but licked his lips and blinked before looking from my exposed thighs to the floor as he took the garment back and tossed them unceremoniously. When he did talk it was low and soft. “S’okay. You don need to apologize all the time anymore baby.”

My brain was scrambled but hormones were a hell of a thing. I just wanted a little piece of good amid the crazy. Fuck it, what do I have to lose by teasing him a little? “Or what? You gonna spank me for that too?”

His head snapped up with a surprised expression that shifted quickly into a predatory smirk and my breath caught in my throat. When he stepped into my space, crowding me back against the doorframe I wasn’t even aware of the pain from the bruises but focused solely on him instead. Leaning down so our noses touched he never broke eye contact when he answered in a heated whisper.

“Baby girl, Daddy’s gonna spank you for all sorts of things and you gonna beg for more.” Bringing a hand up he cupped my chin and slid a thumb over my bottom lip, dipping into my mouth just a little. “And more. Once you’re feelin better you’ll be screaming for mercy all night, every night.”

I was pretty sure I was going to faint. Fear and need crashed through me together with an overwhelming intensity, the throb between my legs for him roared to life with a vengeance. All I could muster was a whimper and he chuckled softly.

“Gotta be careful what games you play baby, I always win.”

Now that sparked something defiant in me. An aroused defiance, but defiance all the same. I wanted to show him I could play too, this felt good and it worked towards my plan of making me forget all about yesterday.

I pressed my body into his, my nipples becoming hard and sensitive with the friction from pressing into his chest. My arms encircled his neck and his eyes widened in surprise. A hard lump rose against my belly as I tried to get my hips closer to him somehow, seeking relief for my aching pussy. Josh seemed a little uncertain but his arms came around my middle, melding us together nicely.

I didn’t know the right way to ask for what I wanted so I’d just have to go for it. “I want you.”

Simple and to the point.

He groaned, deep in his chest and started peppering kisses down my jaw and neck before retracing the path with a languid stroke of his tongue. My head spun and my hands clutched at his shoulders. I whimpered when his teeth grazed my neck, it felt so good it chased away the doubts and fears, replacing them with blind want and need. In this moment I’d do anything to be closer still.

Josh pressed a knee between my legs, making my head fall back with a gasp. Memories of my fantasy about riding his thigh caused a fresh rush of heat to my core and I ground against him with a helpless abandon. One of his big hands tunneled into my hair and then his lips were crushing mine, tongue thrusting between my teeth to explore and coax my own into action.

The hand not controlling my head began to slide up my thigh, I could feel his strength as he massaged his way up to my hip. Once there, he dug in hard.

Directly into a bruise.

I cried out against his mouth as my body went rigid in an unexpected flash of pain. He let go instantly with a curse but wrapped his arms around me to comfort me. Gritting my teeth against the hurt I pressed my face into his shirt and gave a frustrated whine. I felt him take a deep breath before he spoke.

“I’m sorry baby.”

Wrapping my own arms around him I gave his middle a squeeze, my voice mumbled against his chest. “Not your fault.”

He sighed and pulled back, looking down at me with a soft smile he ran a hand over my hair in a comforting gesture. “Needed to slow down anyway. You ain’t in the right place right now.”

Disappointment and insecurity flared to life within me. “I want to make my own choice.

“I know baby girl but I don’t want you to hate me tomorrow. *I* don’t want to hate me tomorrow. And I will if I take advantage of you right now.”

Irrational tears burned my nose. Fear and shame made me think he didn’t actually want me and I tried to push away. “I’m sorry.”

“Where you goin?” He didn’t let me go and I fussed against him.

“I don’t know.” I sniffed, feeling confused and ridiculous. Some part of my brain tried to reason with me but the negative parts were louder. “Being close to you like this makes me feel some type of way. Lemme go.”

He laughed, deep a low and sexy and I hated him a little for how I was feeling. “Now hold on. We can still do somethin about that.”

I stopped wiggling and the half hearted pushing, my attention coming back to the warmth I could feel everywhere we touched. Jeez, trauma really does fuck with your ability to regulate.

“What do you mean?”

Stepping back he ran his hand along my arm until our fingers were interlocked and gave me a soft tug. “I just had to get myself together so I don’t cross that big line too early. But I said I’d take care of you and I meant it, now c’mon.”

I’d follow him anywhere right now even if I didn’t have a full picture of what he had in mind. Letting him lead me felt right and my fears he didn’t actually want me were soothed somewhat.

Once in his bedroom he let me go to strip down to his boxers. Shyly I averted my eyes and he snorted. “Better get used to this.”

He pulled me with him as he climbed into the bed, maneuvering until we were facing each other on our knees. “I want you to show me what you like.”

I blinked, suddenly feeling very silly and uncertain. “Uh, what do you mean?”

Josh’s smile was sexy, his beard felt good against my skin as he kissed the corner of my mouth. “Girl, you are somethin else. Show your Daddy how you like to be touched, show him what gets you off.”

Oh I’d understood him the first time but I wasn’t sure how I felt about showing him. “I-uh—I don’t know, it-I feel stupid.”

“There ain’t nothing stupid ‘bouta woman feeling pleasure Rori. Now, show me or there’ll be consequences.”

That bratty desire to be defiant rose in me again, wanted to test him and see what he meant by consequences. Maybe I’d explore that feeling another time, when I wasn’t so nervous. He seemed determined and I was too turned on to argue. At least I’d get a little relief from the ache between my legs. With a defeated sigh I caved. “Okay.”

Josh looked bemused but satisfied he was getting his way. Avoiding eye contact I grabbed a pillow and closed my eyes as I situated it between my knees, trying to find the right spot to put the most pressure. It was never easy and being watched made it so much worse.

“Rori?”

I froze, shame exploding in my gut. “Y-yeah?”

“Have you ever had sex?” His voice was gentle.

I shook my head no. He nodded.

“Been touched by someone else?”

Again I shook my head no and again he nodded.

“Hell have *you* ever touched yourself?”

Biting my lip I shook my head for a third time. “Well, I’ve tried a couple times but I just get frustrated and stop. This makes me -“ I shook my hands nervously, not wanting to say the words -“ya know, makes me feel good. It’s short but it helps.”

Running a hand over his face Josh took a few deep breaths and gripped his growing erection through the plaid fabric he wore. It was hard not to look down but his obvious size made me nervous.

“Whaddya think about when you do it?”

I shifted, seeking some relief. May as well tell him, I was getting frustrated, my nipples tingling and my pussy aching. I was so turned on I was fighting shivers. “Last time I thought about rubbing myself on your thigh instead of the pillow. You held me and helped me move.”

Josh groaned and bit the knuckle on his middle finger before speaking, his voice raw. “You’re makin the whole waiting a couple days part real hard right now baby.”

My own frustration was peaking, he was torturing me and I think he knew it. I sounded petulant but I didn’t care. “You asked!”

Ever so gently he encircled my neck with a hand, exerting a tiny bit of pressure. I felt my bones melt.

“Mind that attitude baby.” He smirked, watching my reaction with the same expression of a cat who’d caught a canary. “I’m decidin how I’m gonna get you off the first time.”

Before I could respond he was moving, shifting so he was situated behind me and slightly to my right, his chest pressed to my back. One of his calloused hands glided up underneath his shirt to cup my breast, rolling the hard pebble there between his thumb and forefinger. He nipped at my neck, alternating his pressure and soothing the spots where he bit me harder with his tongue.

I thought I might cum just from him playing with my breasts, I could feel every roll and pinch in my pussy. “Oh, oh, feels so good!”

I felt him smile against my neck. “Just wait baby, Daddy’s gonna blow your mind.”

Tauntingly the fingers of his other hand ran across the top of my panties, back and forth a few times before finally dipping below the elastic. I bucked against him involuntarily with a gasp when his finger brushed the top of my soaked slit for the first time. “Josh!”

He flat out growled, his fingers becoming more insistent in their exploration, dipping into my wetness. “Jesus fucking Christ, your body’s just beggin to be fucked huh baby? You want Daddy to fuck you?”

If it weren’t mad with need I’d have been ashamed of the noise I made, somewhere between a keen and a wail. When his fingers started circling my swollen clit, swiping over the sensitive bud with just the right amount of pressure I thought I was going to break apart. “Yes! Yes Daddy please!”

Letting go of my breast he used that hand to guide one of mine into his boxers to circle around his cock. I moaned, even if I couldn’t see him just feeling the thick, veiny staff in my hand was enthralling and so, so hot. Guiding my hand with his own he began making long strokes as he slid his other middle finger inside me. My walls clamped down around the digit, it was slightly uncomfortable but the added sensation of the heel of his hand pressed into my clit over road it with pleasure.

Pressing his lips to my ear he smirked even as he began to pant, his own pleasure building. “Ride my hand baby, ride it til you cum for me.”

It didn’t take a genius to know what he meant by “ride”. Doing what I would have if it were just the pillow I rolled my hips and lights exploded behind my eyes. “Oh my god!”

My whole body shuddered and I felt my control slip away, completely lost to the insane pleasure grinding into his hand brought me. I’d never managed a fraction of how good this felt on my own. Waves began to build within me and suddenly all those romance novels made sense.

“That’s it baby, give it all to me.” His hand sped up and so did I, feeling an explosion building within me.

“I-Josh, oh-I think I’m gonna cum!”

“Hmm, go for it baby girl, lemme see your face while you cum for me.”

I let my head drop back against his shoulder and opened my eyes to watch his face. The pressure in me erupted, sending shock after shock of intense pleasure through me. It felt like my whole body from head to toe was racked with the overwhelming sensation of my orgasm as my walls clamped around his finger over and over again. Relaxation like I’d never felt before washed through me amid the aftershocks and I slumped against him.

Wetness coated my fingers now as he continued to use my hand to jack off. Josh’s own noises were becoming more erratic as his release drew near. I leaned up to kiss him, deciding I’d try talking to him like he did me.

“Cum for me Daddy, I wanna make you feel good too.”

Removing his finger from me he brought it to his mouth and sucked my essence off, his eyes drifting closed as he moaned low and deep and long. After another few strokes his whole body stiffened, his dick pulsing in my hand with his release. I loved the look on his face as he orgasmed, it was so hot I felt a fresh spark of want.

“Shit baby, that was good.” Slowly, reluctantly he got up and padded over to the bathroom. He was completely naked when he came back with a hand towel. “Here sexy, clean up and I’m gonna get some clean boxers.”

Removing my underwear I did as he said, tossing the soaked garment and towel into the hamper as he crawled back into bed with me. Settling into his arms, my ear pressed to his heartbeat, I sighed contentedly, sleep already blurring my vision. “Thank you, this still hardly feels real.”

“You ain’t never gonna have to worry again baby. Now get some sleep.”

The last thing I remembered was him pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

—-

Jey POV

The first thing I became aware of the next morning were the long strands of sweet smelling auburn hair tickling my nose. The second thing I became aware of was her naked bottom pressed firmly against my morning wood, making me grateful I wore boxers to sleep. In a few weeks I’d be able to just roll her over on my stomach and slide into her soft heat, waking her up by fucking her.

Carefully so as not to wake her I shifted out of bed. She gave a slight whimper before burying her face in my pillow and settling back into sleep. Good. She needed it.

I played last night back over in my head as I filled a bottle of water, wrote a quick note that said “gym or kitchen” to leave on the bedside table to she wouldn’t panic about waking up alone and moved on into my morning workout. It felt good to move the weights around and lose myself to the focus it brought. A lot had changed in a short amount of time and it felt good to do something normal and consistent.

It had taken every shred of control I had not to push all the way and just take what I wanted. I’d been lost for a minute when she’d pressed that sweet, curvy little body against me, the want clouding her hazel eyes and her hips grinding deliciously against my leg. I don’t think I would have held back if she hadn’t cried out in pain and she deserved better for her first time than being rutted into against a doorframe. Not to mention I wanted her healthy and clear headed, not bruised and freshly traumatized.

Remembering the way her body had clutched my finger like a fucking fist caused a rush of blood to my cock. It turned a dark part of me on to know I would be the only man to ever have her. Normally I didn’t mess with younger women or virgins, I could be a hothead and made some stupid choices here and there but I really wasn’t interested in breaking some innocent girls heart. Sex was great, tears not so much.

A ding from my phone brought me back to the present and I dropped down from the pull up handles. A message from Jonathan along several others from Sami and Joe and Phil. Only one of them had my son and I didn’t have the wherewithal to chat about much else right now. At least not without spilling the whole ordeal.

**when’s good? we can bring dinner w/ little man**

I wondered if he’d drop off food and Jason on the porch and drive away. I doubted it but I also felt a twinge of anxiety at the thought of explaining the situation to anyone, let alone my twin. And Trinity.

The longer I waited the worse it would be though.

Taking a deep breath I responded.

**yeah thanks. 7?**

While I waited for him to respond I hopped on the delivery app and ordered a few pairs of underwear and simple blue tank top dress in Medium. I wasn’t an expert on women’s sizes but I figured that was safe. I’d let Rori go shopping for herself when she felt up for it. The thought of spoiling her, of dressing her in nice clothes and other nice things made me grin. I’d never mentioned it but I’d noticed she wore the same few ancient articles all the time.

**bet, c u later**

Wrapping up my workout I moved to the kitchen to make breakfast and debated waking her up. I didn’t have to wonder what to do long when she appeared in the room, making me jump and swear which was followed by her giggling.

“Gonna get you a damn bell.” I went to her and pulled her close as a blush stole across her cheeks. “How’d you sleep baby?”

“Not bad. Was pretty tired after last night.” Her fingers were drawing shapes on my chest, causing a tingling feeling to spread into my lower body.

I laughed and stroked her hair. “Did you like that?”

Aurora nodded shyly and ducked her head to avoid eye contact.

Dropping my head to kiss the shell of her ear I smiled when I felt her shiver. “You want Daddy to touch you some more baby?”

Embarrassed she pressed her face into my chest and nodded again.

“Nah girl, you gotta look at me when you ask me to make you cum.”

Biting her lip she looked up at me through those lashes, the same look that had me thinking about her on her knees, and whispered.

“Please?”

Hauling her over my shoulder made her shriek but the laughter it dissolved into told me she wasn’t upset. Breakfast forgotten I headed for the bathroom, an entirely different meal now on my mind. Swatting her ass lightly made her squirm and whimper deliciously. I couldn’t wait to hear the noises she’d make with my tongue buried in her while orgasm after orgasm tore through her.

“What’re you doing?”

“You’ll see baby.” I liked the sound of her laugh so I tickled her bare thighs making her wiggle even more. She gasped then froze when we got to the master bath and I sat her on the cool marble counter.

“Uh, Josh?” Aurora sounded uncertain.

“Hmm? You gonna get nervous now?” I cranked on the water and turned to her.

She crossed her arms over her chest defensively. “No…”

I smiled and held the sides of her face, guiding her in for a deep kiss. Coaxing her with my tongue I felt her relax and return the kiss, gently pressing back against my invasion as she slid her hands up my chest to my shoulders. Waiting was going to be so hard. Breaking away I grinned down at her.

“We don have to do anythin you ain’t ready for. All you ever gotta do is say ‘stop it’ and I promise I will.”

Aurora sighed and I could feel the relief roll over her shoulders. “Thank you. I want you so much I can’t think one minute and then the next I’m really nervous and then I’m sad.”

It made sense, she had been through so much. “Well where you at right now?”

Glancing at the shower before looking back at me she answered in a shy whisper. “Can’t think.”

I ran my hands up her thighs until my thumbs rested against her lips there, hovering just outside her slit. She trembled and whined. “You wet for me?”

She nodded and I took my hands away to pull the shirt off, leaving her completely exposed before stripping down myself. I liked the little gasp she gave before averting her eyes again. Mindful of our states I wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her to the shower. The hot water was incredible but didn’t come close to the feeling of her nakedness pressed against me. All I would have to do is pin her to the wall and thrust.

I set her down under the spray but pressed her to the cold wall with a kiss, trailing down her neck to her shoulder. Her hands slid up and down my wet biceps, squeezing and clawing. Closing my mouth around one of her brown nipples she cried out when I sucked, rolling my tongue over the sensitive bud.

“Josh! Oh!” Girl had some sensitive nipples. Good, I couldn’t wait to torture them and try to make her cum that way. But another time, right now I had something else planned.

Careful to as not to slip on the slick floor I got to my knees in front of her while kissing my way down her belly. I loved the way her whole body twitched when I gently bit her inner thighs.

“Put your legs on my shoulders baby.” I kissed her lower belly one more time before lifting her bottom. She did as instructed but she looked off balance as her hands fought for purchase on the stone wall. “And your hands in my hair.”

“What’re you gonna-oh god!” Aurora’s hands tunneled into my hair as I slid my tongue along her wet seam. She tasted so good it made me moan and I continued lapping at her.

Nails dug into my scalp as I picked up the pace, alternating between circling her clit and plunging deep into her pussy, thighs quivered and tightened around my ears and her heels dug into my back. She moaned and cried out, my name tumbling off her lips over and over again. But I wanted something else.

Carefully I shifted most of her weight to my shoulders in order to free up a hand. She whined when I pulled back a bit but kept teasing her opening with a finger. “Wanna hear you call me Daddy baby girl. I want you to beg Daddy to let you cum.”

When our eyes met I was rewarded with a gorgeous sight, her lips parted ever so slightly as she breathed, eyes half lidded and cheeks bright. She was completely mine to do with whatever I wanted in that moment and the power of her trust was better than any drink.

“P-please Daddy, please let me cum for you.” Her lack of control was evident in the tremble of her voice. I wouldn’t make her suffer too long. We could play those games another time.

Pressing my face back to her pussy I slid my middle finger into her slowly while sucking on that delicate bundle of nerves. Her head fell back and she arched into me with a wail as her walls spasmed around my finger. I kept going, kept feasting at her through the waves of her first orgasm and into the next as she began to twist and buck, now crying out for mercy.

“Too much! Too much! JOSH!” As her second release peaked her voice cracked with a scream I’d never forget. I slowed down but kept licking until she began tapping out on my arm and pleading with me to stop.

As promised I let her go and she melted into my arms, we sat that way for a few moments while she caught her breath. After a few minutes I nudged her chin so she’d look up at me. “You good?”

“I didn’t know my body could do that twice in a row.” The shock in her voice was a nice stroke to my ego. I prided myself on being a giving partner, I loved a woman’s face lost in pleasure.

“That’s just a taste too baby girl. I bet we can get more than that outta ya.”

Her grin took on a mischievous quirk. “What about you? Can I do that?” Inquisitive fingers encircled my cock and I grunted. Righting myself I put a hand on her shoulder indicating she stay down on her knees.

And there it was, that look where she bit her lip and looked up at me, only this time droplets of water caught in her long lashes giving her an unearthly beauty. Copying my earlier motions she ran her hands up my thighs before finally touching me again, carefully stroking my length. Gently grabbing a fistful of her hair I guided her until the tip was pressed to her lips.

“Breathe through your nose and take your time. So long as you don’t bite me I’ll prolly like whatever you do.”

I knew exactly what I liked in a blow job but this wasn’t the time for that kind of roughness. Instead I wanted to let her explore and take it at her own pace for now, until she was more comfortable. Then I’d worry about getting all the way down her throat.

It was impossible to contain my hiss when her tongue flicked out over the tip, she gave a few more licks before taking the tip fully into her mouth for few sucks. The sight of her like this was so hot, I never wanted to forget. Carefully, she inched a little farther, taking an another inch or so. She still had a long way to go and it was hard fighting the urge to thrust forward.

“Gimme your hand baby.”

She did as instructed without stopping the back and forth motion she’d started on those first few inches. Taking her fist I wrapped it around the base and showed her how to move her hand in time with her mouth. Wet and sloppy with her saliva her hand glided up and down smoothly, pretty soon I was the one twitching with my head thrown back.

Taking a little more Aurora moaned around me before taking so much she finally gagged. Knowing it was getting her turned on too and that she wanted more was just about enough to send me over. I stopped her by pulling her head back. “Lemme cum on that pretty face baby.”

She nodded and using her hand it only took a few more seconds of stroking before I painted her face and hair and chest with a deeply satisfied groan. Watching her pink tongue swipe my essence off her lips was almost enough to get me hard again even so soon.

“Did I do okay?” I loved the shy but hopeful expression as I pulled her to her feet to rinse us both off.

“Nah baby, you did great.” I kissed the top of her head, turning off the water and stepping out, pulling her along.

My phone buzzed letting me know her clothes were here. Good, I needed to tell her about Jon and Trinity coming for dinner anyway.

Aurora smiled at me and went about drying off, sneaking looks over as we exited the room.

“I ordered you some clothes and they’re here, I’mma get dressed and go grab em. Need to talk over some food so meet me in the kitchen?”

With a nod she danced off to the kitchen in her towel and I smiled after her. Now I just had to get over the hurdle of explaining this to my brother and his wife without sounding like a total head case.

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Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 3

Y/N sat in her apartment trying to figure out exactly when, where, and why she was there. She had multiple newspaper clippings spread across her small dining table. She disclosed that the year was 1961. It seemed that she was in Liverpool, United Kingdom. The only question left was why Paul wanted her here. What was she supposed to do?

"You can save the Beatles." Rang in her head. What did he mean by that? Did he want her to stop them from breaking up, or stop...their deaths? She couldn't believe any of it. This all had to be some weird dream. Suddenly a knock came on the door. She stood up, surprised, and went to answer it. Opening the door, Paul stood with a bouquet. He had a silly grin on his face as he handed the flowers to her.

"Do you like them?" He asked with a slight blush. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. She noticed his guitar on his back. Where was his bass? Didn't he have practice--right the date. She had completely forgotten.

"They're beautiful." She remarked, setting them on the dining table. "Come on in." Paul nodded, letting himself in. He took his jacket off, placing it on a coat rack.

"Lovely place for a lovely lady." He grinned, walking up to her.

"Says the guy who just yesterday sent a flash mob after me." She smirked. Paul laughed, putting his hands on his hips. It was strange flirting with the younger Paul. He seemed genuinely nice, but sometime in the future, he was going to sing her into the past.

"Well, I thought my scheme was very attractive. Just watching it come together, made me smile." He explained, waving his hand in the air.

"Very attractive for an idiot." She laughed, patting him on the back. He glared at her, but his smile seemed to overshadow it.

"Shall we be off?" He asked, motioning towards the door. She looked at her attire which was nowhere near fit for an outing.

"I need a minute to change." She said, heading towards the bedroom. Picking out a light pink dress, she touched up her appearance. Of course, she had to at least look decent. Once she felt that her appearance was good enough, she walked back out to Paul. He was looking through her newspaper clippings.

"What are these?" He asked, sitting on her couch. What would be a good excuse? He couldn't know, she should just kill him while she had the chance! Of course, she would never actually do that, but she was already breaking the rules of time and space. Wait, but how and...no she couldn't kill her ticket out of the 1960s.

"Just some articles for my writing." She said, going over to sit next to him. He skimmed a couple of the articles.

"You're a writer?" He asked, a flash of curiosity in his eyes.

"Yeah..." She said softly, hiding behind her hair. Paul smiled at her.

"A good songwriter needs to know writing." Paul grinned, setting the clippings down.

"Songwriters are good storytellers too." Y/N chuckled, looking into his big brown eyes. They sat there silently for a moment. The tension in the room was heavy.

"You're right." Paul chimed. He stood up, heading towards the door. She followed him, waiting for him to grab his coat. "Does my lady need a coat?" He asked with a smirk.

"As always." She mused, lifting out her hand. He took his coat off the rack and then hers. Doing a dramatic bow he handed her her coat. She giggled.

"Anything for my lady." Paul gushed. The two proceeded to leave the apartment. Paul led Y/N to a nearby restaurant that already had a meal prepared for them. The employee handed them a basket, and Paul ushered Y/N out of the restaurant.

"Where are we going, Paul?" She asked, watching him skip along the sidewalk.

"You'll have to wait and see, luv." He teased as he stopped in front of a gate. On the other side, children giggled and dogs barked. They entered as the sun sat high in the sky. It was a perfect day. The sky was blue and the grass was as green as a lime. The trees glowed and sang in the slight breeze. It was beautiful.

"Are we having a picnic?" She asked as Paul sat under a giant tree. Y/N sat next to him, excited to see the contents of the basket.

"Something like that." He smirked, opening the wooden basket. Inside were sandwiches of all kinds, tea, and cheesecake. Paul set them all out for her to admire.

"Wow." She simply said, entranced in the food.

"I didn't know what sandwich you like so..." He trailed off, looking at the number of sandwiches he bought. "I also know you're not from around here."

"Huh?" She questioned. Did he know?

"You're accent." He simply put. Right.

"Oh, yeah..." She trailed off.

"Here we call sandwiches, 'butty'" He smiled.

"Interesting..." She muttered, wondering why they chose such wording.

"It's just the abbreviated version of bread and butter." He explained, pouring the tea into two cups. Y/N excepted it kindly. Taking a sip, she looked over her "butty" options. All were appealing, but she went for what she felt was right.

"Can I have the bacon 'butty' please?" She asked, hastily making sure Paul hadn't called dibs. He nodded, handing her the butty.

"Only for the most beautiful young lady." He remarked, looking into her eyes once more.

"Then I guess you should look elsewhere." She taunted. He raised an eyebrow laying back on his hands.

"I believe you're mistaken. I'm staring at her right now." He complimented.

"Ah, yes the tree is a natural beauty." She giggled. Paul gave up his pursuit of a compliment.

"Well, it is a nice day." He commented, looking up at the sky. She nodded in agreement. "A nice day for a song." She looked up at him. He held a guitar in his hands. Checking the tuning, he began to play.

"Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace Molly is the singer in a band Desmond says to Molly, "Girl, I like your face" And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand Ob-la-di, ob-la-da Life goes on, brah La, la, how the life goes on"

When he finished playing, he looked at Y/N shyly. "What did you think?" He asked with a smile. "It's a work in progress."

"I thought it was wonderful." She smiled, looking at him. His face reddened.

"You flatter me, luv." He smirked, putting the guitar back over his shoulder.

"You have a knack for songwriting." She said, taking a bite of her butty.

"I can't take all the credit, John is just as or even more talented." He expanded, taking a sip of tea.

"I'm sure he is. His voice is superb based on what I heard yesterday." She explained. He paused, thinking to himself.

"You say 'yesterday' a lot," Paul commented. Did she? Honestly, she hadn't noticed. It just happened.

"I do?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I just noticed that you said it. I mean you don't say it a ton or anything. Just a good song title maybe." He explained, setting out the cheesecake.

"Oh..." She trailed off, thinking of older Paul. That wasn't exactly her favorite song at the moment. It was fascinating seeing young Paul so oblivious to what was to come. Did old Paul recognize her? Was that why he choose her? If she inspired the name of the song, "Yesterday" then he had to remember her.

"Are you alright, luv?" Paul asked, scooting closer to her.

"I'm fine," Y/N said, as Paul handed her a slice of cheesecake. The two sat silently eating their cheesecake. Paul kept making slight glances toward her. Obviously, he was guilty about what he said earlier. He shouldn't be, but it was different for her. She knew the song and what it could do to her. What would happen if he played it for her? Would she go back to the present time? Once they finished, Paul packed up and they headed for her apartment. He gave her the rest of the butty and finally he asked her if she would want to go out again.

"Of course!" She gleamed. He smiled at her.

"It would be nice, but maybe you should go out with George first." He said.

"What?" Y/N asked, confused.

"George sort of wanted to ask you out too." Paul rubbed the back of his head. "Do you think you could go out with him? He gets a little self-conscious."

"Sure. He seems nice." She replied, wondering if it would be smarter to avoid Paul a bit.

"Great, I'll tell him." He said, turning to leave.

"Goodbye, Paul!" She called after him.

Waving he said,

"Goodbye, luv!"

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bella-goths-wife · 2 years ago

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Lost boys in parent teacher meetings

Parent lost boys x daughter reader

Dwayne

Is probably one of the only ones who take it seriously

Is known by the teachers as ‘uncle Dwayne’ because none of them can find out about you having 4 dads and 1 mom

He listens very carefully to the teachers and is genuinely curious on how your doing with your school work

As I’ve mentioned in previous fics, Dwayne was the one to teach you for the most of your life before star came into the picture so I could guess that there would be a sense of jealousy there

He would be jealous that the two of you couldn’t have the bonding time that you had when you were younger

So he tends to be a bit judgy with teachers

Think of those PTA bitchy moms and you have Dwayne

Is definitely secretly part of the PTA and gossips with the coffee moms

“(Y/n) did you say that miss summers is pregnant? Well I don’t see a ring on her finger” is something he’s definitely said to you

All in all he’s a pretty good person to have as a in a parent teacher meeting as he makes you laugh while also listening to the advice teachers offer and takes it on board as long as it isn’t too harsh

Paul

Is the absolute last option

That’s if you can even find him

There is no way that the boys would allow him to go unless all of them, star and max were unavailable

He’s another ‘uncle’ and is a self proclaimed ‘cool uncle’

Has totally slept with one of your teachers so it can get a bit awkward for you sometimes

He stores up all the information he gets to use as blackmail in case you find anything on him, he’ll simply tell David that you’ve been skipping classes and get you punished

He’ll give the whole “wow this is seriously disappointing, we’ll talk about this when we get home young lady” and then he’ll high five you when your out of the teachers sight

Isn’t concerned about your grades because he knows you’ll be turned eventually then you won’t need a job, so no need to upkeep those A+’s other than to please David

If he finds out anything about bullying however, he’ll instantly become 10 times more interested

Threatens to tell David unless you spill and when you do he offers to kill them, you decline and tell him you’ll handle it

When he finds out you fought then he simply asked “did you win?” If you nod you get a pat on the back

If you don’t then he’ll kill and devour your bullies

He may not be around a lot, but he’ll still prevent any emotional of physical damage to his baby when he is around

Marko

‘Uncle marko’ is widely known among teachers as the one you don’t want to piss off

One teacher once accused you of stealing from a girl in your class in front of him and it turned into a one sided screaming match with marko being furious

He thrives of the teachers fear and hopes it gains you some special treatment

He reports everything he finds out back to David, even if you beg him not to

If a teacher accuses you of anything at all, even if you did it, marko will defend you and use his vampiric powers to manipulate the teachers brain to believe him

He’ll still yell at you, not as harshly as David would, but it still scares you when his eyes turn that bright yellow and his fangs appear

He’ll apologise afterwards for scaring you but he won’t mean it and will manipulate and guilt trip you into feeling like you caused him emotional distress

He just wants to make sure you remain his adoring little girl who wouldn’t do anything to go against her papa

David

Is the only one in the group that is recognised as your father

You will be ordered to drop the calling him David act in front of teachers because he refuses to have them snoop about in your parent child relationship

Is known by the female staff as a ‘dilf’ and will be flirted with majorly

He ignores them because the meeting isn’t about him, it’s about how your doing

Although he knows that you’ll be turned eventually, he still wants you to get good grades

Your his daughter, his legacy, his prodigy, he can’t go and have you be uneducated

How will that possibly benefit the pack?

So he expects you to keep up good grades

If you slip from a A to a C then you’ll get a harsh talking too and a grounding of two weeks

He will be outraged if he finds out you’ve skipped classes because he expects you to behave and obey him, he also doesn’t know what your doing with your free time but if it’s anything to do with other people then he will be extremely unhappy

Loves to make an entrance, he’ll be 5 minutes later just to strut through the door and greet you with a hug and a kiss on the forehead which you’ll always try and resist but he keeps you there with his strength

All in all just behave and get good grades or you’ll get screamed at and be grounded in the cave for weeks

Star

Star loves parent teacher meetings because it’s one of the only places that people acknowledge you as her daughter

At the cave the boys refuse to acknowledge her raising you and her maternal bond with you so it is a breath of fresh air when she can be called your mother in public

She’s very involved in your schooling and knows all the teachers by name and will be extra sweet to them in hopes that they give you the same sweetness

Teachers love her because she bribes them with baked goods and sweet grins

They can see where you get your kind nature from

She hates it when her and David have to go to a meeting together as they have to fake a loving relationship in which David secretly taunts her by being extra affectionate when the feeling of his skin on hers makes her want to jump into acid

Isn’t angry when she finds out that you’ve been bad but is disappointed and gives an entire speech on how she didn’t raise you to act like this, the boys did

Won’t tell David though If you do misbehave unless it’s directly harming you

She knows how scared you are of him when he yells and she doesn’t want to put you through that

Max

Is very involved in your schooling

When you joined your school he joined the board of governors, which are people who make big decisions on behalf of the school

The teachers know him as the “goofy grandpa who loves his granddaughter” but he secretly despises them all

He gets copies of your report card even before you do and he collects them for memories

He puts your good ones on his fridge and smiled every time he sees it

Buys every single photo from school picture days and hangs them up in his living room so everyone can witness his pride and joy

He once got extremely salty because he had helped you study for a history test, for a time period he was in, and you got a C because he had told you things that weren’t recorded in history books by accident

Definitely signs you up for extra curricular activities without the boys knowledge if they refuse to let you go

He’s your biggest cheerleader in any sport and encourages any hobby you pick out, he would even try to go as for to become the coach but he backed off as he saw this might go over your boundaries a bit

Max is definitely your favourite person to bring to these meetings because he completely has your back and reassures you that he’s not upset if you misbehaved

Your fathers kill people, so he thinks it’s okay if you skip a few classes

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circusgoth-dotcom · 3 months ago

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Untitled #2

Ship: Paul Smecker x Gabriel Wanda

Word Count: 702

Summary: Couldn't get the idea of Paul saying "that's my boyfriend you ignorant twat" to some asshole out of my head so that's literally my excuse for writing this. 🙇‍♂️ I was also trying to pick literally any other song for Gabriel to be preforming but I couldn't find anything, so "Why Don't You Do Right?" it is. CWs for smoking and drinking, misgendering, guys creeping on Gabriel, suggestive themes.

Tag List: @canongf

Paul loved when he could visit Gabriel at work, even if that meant his own work days were slow. Tonight was one of those nights. He found an empty table in the crowd and took his seat, ordering his usual drink. A piano player was on the lounge’s stage, finishing a moody piece when the waiter came back to Paul.

“Who’s on next?” He asked as he placed his cigarettes on the table, already knowing the answer.

“That would be Wanda, sir,” the waiter responded with a curt nod.

“Thanks.” Paul took a sip of his drink as the crowd clapped for the pianist as he took a bow and left the stage.

The lights dimmed further and a spotlight blinked on as Gabriel sauntered into view. He wore a short leather dress that clung snugly to his hips, a rhinestone-studded belt accentuated his waist and matched a sparkling choker clasped around his pale neck. Many patrons whistled as he approached the mic and a band began to play in the shadows.

You had plenty money, 1922

You let other women make a fool of you,

Why don’t you do right… like some other men do?

It didn’t take much for the crowd to eat the performance up. Paul blocked them out as he watched him admiringly, selecting one of his cigarettes and lighting it. He recalled a memory in which he had taken Gabriel to one of his first auditions. He had insisted clearly to the establishment’s owner, I only sing classics.

His affectionate spell was broken when he caught wind of the conversation from the table behind him.

“Jesus, that Wanda’s a sweet one, ain’t she? Can’t believe this is her first night here…”

“She certainly doesn’t seem like an amatuer. Maybe she travels.”

Paul twisted in his seat to observe the two men, his cigarette haphazardly protruding from his lips.

“Think I could get her ‘autograph’ after the performance?”

He watched as the man crudely patted his crotch, earning an equally crude chuckle from his buddy. Gladly, he plucked the cigarette from his mouth and barged into the conversation.

“You know that’s a guy up there, right?” He asked just loud enough to be heard by them. They quickly turned to acknowledge him.

“Psshh, there’s no way.”

“Yeah, the Hell are you smokin’?”

Paul smiled tightly. “Just your standard Luckies. You?” Before they could answer, he waved his hand dismissively. “Doesn’t matter, because whatever you’re smoking clearly has you duped. Look at him,” he looked back toward the stage. “It’s clearly padding. He hasn’t got tits and he doesn’t shave. Simple as that.”

“What makes you such an expert?”

Paul casually flashed his FBI credentials. “Disguises come easily to me, son, especially poorly made ones. Though I won’t cast any judgement if you still want to ‘get an autograph…’”

Despite his authority, it didn’t seem to deter the men’s outrage at his suggestion.

“I oughta knock your block off…”

Paul chuckled. “Oh, really? Do you really think threatening a government agent will help you right now?” He took a few puffs of his cigarette. “Anyway, he’s not gonna give you an ‘autograph,’ even if you asked him nicely.”

“Assuming you’re just fucking with us, how the Hell would you know?”

“Because I don’t approve of him having sex with rotten bastards like you. Plain and simple,” Paul returned his attention to the stage as Gabriel’s number came to an end.

“What’ve you got to do with her?”

Paul’s brow creased in irritation. “Because that’s my boyfriend you ignorant twat.” He finished his drink, put away his cigarettes, and moved toward the entrance to the back of the lounge while the men attempted to process the information that was thrown at them. He entered backstage and found Gabriel instantly.

“Paul,” Gabriel chirped as he approached. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Well, work is slow, so I got to leave in time to see my favourite show. C’mon, I’ll take you home.”

As they were leaving, an indistinct shout came from behind. Gabriel briefly glanced over his shoulder. “What’s that all about?”

“Just some guys I pissed off. Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Oh, Paul, can’t you ever play nice?”

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 1 year ago

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avenging angel. ( harry gittes x reader )

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Harry had many memories at Cheers. Whether it was swindling the patrons out of cash, or Sam throwing him out because he was cheating his customers out of money - and him also - Harry had made a name for himself there. Those were treasured memories, but nothing could beat the night he met you.

This is why when Sam called and asked for his help to get revenge on Gary after a devastating loss on St Patrick's Day, it led to an embarrassing night where he and four others (Norm, Paul, Woody, and Cliff) sang naked in front of an overflowing crowd at the Olde Town Tavern, Harry made the group believe he would not provide his services, but one thought of you and he changed his mind.

Sam was stunned when he saw the bulldozer demolish Gary's bar and after a conversation he had with Carla he believed she was behind it. Then Gary arrived to brag about an offer he had received from a commercial developer who planned to build a shopping center in exchange for a million bucks.

"Sam, I hope you don't mind, but since I don't have a bar anymore I invited the developer over here to, you know, help me celebrate." Gary opened the door and Sam's jaw hit the floor when Harry strolled in. "Sam, I'd like you to meet your new neighbor. Rutherford Cunningham."

"It's a nice place you have here." Harry held his hand out for Sam to shake, "Nice to meet you. Sam, is it?"

Sam shook his hand, going along with the ruse, although he was unable to do more than nod.

"A bottle of your finest champagne," Gary ordered.

As he followed Harry to the bar, Woody informed him that he had a phone call from the bank. Gary asked Sam to use his office phone and Sam easily agreed, though still confused by the turn of events.

"Banks not used to million-dollar deposits." Gary laughed, closing the door behind him.

Harry went behind the bar, "Sam! Good to see you again. Now what's that I heard about 'finest champagne'?" Harry went to an undercounter fridge and took out a bottle of champagne.

"Did you do this? Did you destroy his bar?" Sam questioned.

Harry shook his head, "No I didn't. Gary did." He explained as he began to remove the gold foil around the bottle. "He's the one who hired the bulldozer. Me? I'm just an interested land developer whose gonna come up a little short on funds. Say about a million bucks short." He popped the cork off the bottle and took a drink.

"I have the same problem with decimal points." Woody pipped up.

Suddenly Gary's scream could be heard from inside the office.

"Excuse me, I believe that's the sound of my check bouncing." Harry pointed over his shoulder at the office before ducking behind the bar.

Gary left the office and looked around the bar. "Mr Cunningham?" He walked around, heading closer to the door. "Uh, where is Mr Cunningham?"

Sam turned to reply, "Uh, he left." He pointed to the door, "Uh, why, Gary?"

"No reason." Gary darted out of the bar seconds later and when he heard the door close Harry stood up.

"Oh, man! Oh, you are terrific!" Sam turned to hug Harry who patted his back with one hand, holding the champagne in his left hand, chuckling.

Norm, Cliff, Paul, and Woody celebrated alongside him as Harry made his way to the door, seeing you arrive. "You guys, ever need any more help, you just give me a call." Harry shook Woody's outstretched hand, walking around the bar to where you stood, confused by the cheers.

"Aw, thank you, Harry," Sam said, turning to watch as Harry approached you.

"Yeah, don't mention it. I guess I've always had a soft spot for you lunkheads. And if it weren't for this place I might never have met that gorgeous woman right over there." He pointed to you, holding up the champagne bottle as he sent Sam a smile.

He greeted you with a kiss on your cheek and placed his hand on your back. You were even more confused when he led you towards the staircase leading to Melville's, looking back when Sam spoke.

"Hey, how are we gonna pay you back?"

"Sam, you already have," Harry replied before leading you upstairs.

When you were out of sight, you sent him a glance over your shoulder, eyebrow raised to which he responded with a grin you knew all too well.

"I'll explain over dinner."

After taking a cab to a restaurant and you were seated waiting for your order to arrive, you rested your elbows on the table, resting your hand on your clasped hands.

"So," You began with a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "what was all that about at the bar?"

Harry explained Sam requesting his help to get revenge on Gary and causing the five men severe embarrassment whilst finding the humor in their pain. You listened quietly, your lips lifting in amusement as he told you about the scam he performed on Gary whom you had seen a few times when he came to Cheers to belittle Sam, and when he was finished, detailing how he stole cash from the register when Sam was talking to Gary before he fled the bar in pursuit of his alias Mr. Cunningham, you shook your head, sitting back in your chair.

"Come on, admit it." He leaned forward, leaning his arms on the table, a smirk on his lips, "You're impressed."

You smiled as the waiter arrived and looked across at Harry when he left. "Why did you do it? The thrill?"

"A high-stakes game ruse like this is always a thrill, but that wasn't the reason." He replied.

"You felt sorry for them, didn't you?"

"Yes, but that also wasn't the reason."

You sent him an exasperated glance and he chuckled. "Well, the suspense is killing me. Why did you do it?"

Harry took a drink from his glass, meeting your gaze as he set it down. "Nine years ago I met a woman in that bar. A beautiful woman with a wicked sense of humor." A smile formed on your lips. "Very forgiving." He referenced his stint in jail. You were angry at first, but mostly disappointed, however, you were always faithful. Leading the life he led, there wasn't many people he could trust. Just one. And that person was you.

"She would have to be." You tapped your finger on the bottom of your wine glass, sending him a smile. "I knew you were a teddy bear but I never realized you were so sentimental."

He knew how much the group at Cheers meant to you - your family away from home. Sam had warned you about Harry who held your interest the second he approached you that night nearly ten years ago. He didn't plan on scamming you, but he showed you how he performed the switch on Norm and Cliff, taking their money right in front of their eyes without them knowing. You were fascinated and amused and he stayed to have a drink with you - well aware of Sam's wary gaze on him the whole time.

The night ended with him asking you out and from that night forth your relationship only grew stronger when faced with challenges - his prison stint and the cops sniffing around now and then.

"My avenging angel." You mused. "Thank you."

You clinked your glass with his and smiled as your eyes met over the top of the glasses as you took a drink. He sent you a wink over the top of his glass and the smile remained throughout dinner as he made you laugh.

Life with Harry was always interesting. He was a con-man but times like this proved he had his honourable moments.

"Anything for you."

#harry gittes #harry gittes x reader #harry the hat #harry the hat x reader #cheers

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bangtanmix73 · 2 years ago

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From 3 to 5

Paul Lahote x pregnant reader x Embry Call

Warnings: afab!reader, pregnancy, overthinking, anxiety, Paul would you ‘pup’ I don’t take criticism, fear of rejection, is it obvious I have baby fever?, let me know if I missed anything

“What am I doing to do, Em, Kim?” You address both of the women sitting on the couch as you paced back and forth.

You had just gotten back from your doctors appointment. You haven’t been feeling well lately and your boys were worried you were sick. You weren’t sick, you were 9 weeks pregnant. With twins.

“Y/n, dear, please sit down.” Emily patted the cushion next to her.

“I can’t sit down, Em, I’m stressed.” You complained.

“I don’t understand why you’re so stressed out, hun.” Kim spoke up for the first time since you told them you were pregnant. “They’re going to be excited.”

You stopped pacing. You stood in front of the girls, face filled with guilt. “The twins could only belong to one of them right? I feel bad that Paul would be the biological father to both and Embry wouldn’t, visa versa.” You whispered, loud enough for them to hear.

“Well that’s the more common case, yeah, but I’m sure Embry or Paul would still love the babies the same.” Emily commented.

“Hang on, the ‘more common case’?” You questioned.

“Yes, I believe it’s called ‘heteropaternal superfecundation’. It’s where one twin belongs to one and the other twin belongs to another man.” She informed you.

“Huh, you really do learn something new everyday.” Kim muttered.

“I really hope that’s my case.” You paused, another question coming to mind. “How far along do you have to be to get a paternity test done?”

“7 or 9 weeks, I believe.” Kim chimed in.

“I’m 9 weeks.” You started. “Do you think they would get a paternity test?”

“I’m sure if you asked them to.” You knew Emily was right. They’d do anything if you asked them to.

“Okay, yeah, I just got to tell them first.” You mentally hyped yourself up to the idea.

“You got this, hun.” Kim encouraged.

“Just one question.” Emily grinned. “Are we the god mothers?”

—-

You were now sitting on the bed while some trash tv show played in the background, having come home a hour ago. You were waiting for your two (2) wolves.

Although, the longer you waited, the more the suspense built. You didn’t plan an extravagant way to tell them, you were too nervous. Besides, you thought being pregnant with twins should be a big enough surprise.

Too lost in your thoughts, you apparently didn’t hear the front door open or your boys calling your name or their footsteps up the stairs. You didn’t know they were home until Embry opened your shared bedroom door.

“Pup, you alright? You didn’t come to the downstairs when we called you.” Paul walked over to you and sat down on the bed, in front of you. Embry sat beside him.

Your heart rate picked up and fear set in and they felt it through the imprint bond.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” Embry moved closer to you.

“I, uh, I have something I need to tell you.” You begin. It took everything in you not to cry from the fear of rejection. “I’m pregnant. Not only that, but with twins.” You took a breath once it was finally out, but it didn’t relax you one bit as neither do them have said anything.

Paul and Embry sat shocked in front of you, not moving or saying anything. Honestly, if they were going to leave you, you wished they’d do it now and quickly.

You hesitantly asked, “B-boys? Are you okay?”

Paul snapped out of his trace first, smashing his lips into yours, taking you by surprise. Nonetheless, you kissed him back, both of your arms wrapping around each other.

Embry poked Paul’s side, forcing him to pull away from you. “My turn, Paul.” Embry demanded, making you giggle while Paul huffed.

Embry put his hands on both sides of your face and brought you in to kiss you. He removed one hand from your face, down to your legs, moving you closer to him and Paul.

He pulled back with the biggest grin on his face. “I love you so much. I’m so happy.” He poked Paul in the side again, making him groan. “We’re going to be dads.”

“So it doesn’t matter if the twins only belong to one of you?” You questioned. Paul moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter who they biologically belong to, they will always be our kids no matter what.” Paul reassured you.

“So, hypothetically, if I asked for get a paternity test, would?” You asked, quickly adding in, “not the it matters, I’m just curious.”

Paul and Embry shared a look.

“Only if you want to.” Embry said. “But for now, can we cuddle? We missed you.”

You smiled, “‘course.”

—-

About a week later, you went in for the paternity test. The boys were restless the whole time. It became worse when the doctor said the results won’t be in for at least 24 hours. When the results finally came in, they were practically bouncing. From nervousness or excitement, you weren’t sure.

Opening the letter, you read it carefully. You gasped which concerned your wolves.

“What? What’s wrong?” They spoke in unison, not bothering to hide the concern in their voices.

“One baby is Paul’s and one is Embry’s.” You announced.

“What?” Paul blurted.

“How’s that possible?” Embry muttered in wonder.

“I’m not sure, but Emily said it’s rare. I’m just surprised this is how it turned out.” You admitted.

Paul hugged you. “I said this before, but it doesn’t matter if one’s mine, others not or if they were mine or not, we’re still going to be their fathers, pup.” He assured you one again, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Embry hugged you from behind. “You’re going to be a great mother, babe.”

“Guess the 3 musketeers turned into 5.” You joked, sending the three of you into a fit of giggles.

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lucifers-horror-harem · 2 years ago

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CHARLOTTE CONGRATS ON 1.5K WTH!!!! so, if this is still open *fingers fuckin’ crossed* i was HOPINGGGG you could do something for The Lost Boys (maybe poly 👀 or if you want to choose just one than David hehe) and blindfolds >:) Love your writing and I can’t wait for you to hit another milestone, you deserve it!

AWWWW THANK U B I’m so sorry this took me so long to the point where i literally just hit 2k followers lmao shwoopsies BUT i think i FINALLY got this fic where I wanted it to be at!!! Seriously thank you for giving me the opportunity to not only write some poly and my first poly with the Lost Boys YAY!!! I hope this hits all the spots for you and it was worth the wait <3 <3 <3

Unfair Game

1.7k Words. Poly!Lost Boys x Gender Neutral AFAB Reader. Warnings: Overstimulation, blindfolds, vampire bites, blood from said bites, oral receiving, unfair games, somewhat of a five-way, cocky vampire boys.

"How about we play a game?"

That phrase, coupled with the blindfold in David's hands and the inability for Paul and Marko to suppress their smirks led you to believe this wouldn't be some innocent game. Knowing your partners and their tendencies to lovingly pester and tease, you shouldn't be surprised. But they tended to make their shenanigans worthwhile in the end, so you decided to play along.

As David securely tied the blindfold over your eyes, he explained the rules. "We're going to take turns playing with you, and it's your job to guess which one of us it is. It's as simple as that." He punctuated it with another firm tug on the knot, and you were almost certain the creases in the fabric would imprint on your skin.

"You didn't mention what the winner gets."

The chorus of snickers that came in response made you roll your eyes, not that any of them could see it. "So pushy," David gently scolded you. "Well, if you must know, I think if we win we get to have a little fun with you. And if you win, you get to have a little fun with us. Sounds good?"

You snorted. "So either way this is rigged so you guys get to fuck me, hmm?"

"Maybe you should play and find out." Dwayne's voice suddenly whispered next to you, and you couldn't help but jump a little. They really had a way of sneaking up on you. Maybe this wouldn't be as easy as you thought.

It never was with them.

So as you sat on the bed, vaguely aware of all of them circling around you, your fingers curled in the sheets as you braced yourself for the first strike. Wondering how it would happen and what they would do. You were in your underwear, about as vulnerable as you could be in this position. Not to mention the intentional brushes along your arm and the occasional blowing on the back of your neck to make you jump.

A gasp ripped from your throat as a sudden pair of thick, rough hands clamped down on the tops of your thighs. Barely wasting a moment, your brain connected the dots as fast as the hands had come down. “Paul!”

You couldn’t help but smirk at the hooting and hollering that erupted from the room, all while Paul sputtered in front of you. “Oh come on! I didn’t even get to do anything yet!” Paul whined in frustration as his hands tightened around your thighs. “You’re cheating.”

Before you could say anything, Marko chimed in, “As if they couldn’t figure out whose mitts those were from how often you’re grabbing them.”

It was true. Paul’s hands were always on you as much as possible, as if he thought you would sneak away from him at any second. He would coil around you like a snake, making sure you never escaped his teasing. That’s what always gave him away.

“I’ll make it up to you later, handsome,” you cooed as you patted Paul’s cheeks. Paul only mumbled something to himself before slinking away in defeat.

One down, three to go.

As it was, your chances got better with each one out of the game. It was practically rigged in your favor. Which meant that there was a catch somewhere. You weren’t sure yet.

A chill washed over you as a single finger traced up your spine, and you subconsciously arched into it. Lips trailed closely behind, skimming over your skin before a tongue followed. You couldn’t help the little whine that tumbled from your mouth which only seemed to spurn them on.

Their nose buried against the curve of your shoulder, taking in your smell, made you long for more. Telltale fangs tantalized the skin as they scratched back and forth, knowing that with a flick of their jaw they could pierce your flesh so easily. Letting your head roll back to give him space, you almost forgot that you were playing a game. Almost.

“Dwayne?” you whispered, knowing he was one of the most tender and restrained of the lot. Marko would get too overzealous being that close to your neck and David wouldn’t be so gentle in his teasing.

You were rewarded with a low hum, followed by Dwayne whispering, “You got me,” against the back of your neck before retreating again.

Two more.

You were in the home stretch. Once you guessed this one, you would know who was left and win the game. Victory was within reach.

Until they grabbed you from all sides.

Jumping out of your skin, you yelped and struggled against the two sets of hands that held each of your hands on the bed, preventing you from grabbing them back. One of them had settled between your thighs, their hot breath teasing your clothed sex. The other one was behind you, hands roaming your chest and stomach as he rut his own jean-clad erection into your back.

“No fair, you’re all cheating!” you cried out as the four of them laughed in response.

“No one said anything about needing to go one at a time, sweetheart,” Dwayne whispered into your ear.

So that’s how they were going to play it. Fine. You could handle it. They weren’t that bad to deal with on a regular basis, and you could pick them out just as quickly. But now that they’ve turned the tables on you, you weren’t too sure.

Your underwear was pulled to the side quickly, one of the boys beginning to suck on your clit with such fervor you could barely cry out much less speak. When you threw your head back, the one behind you latched onto your neck, sucking and nipping at the delicate skin. The hands wrapped around your arms held firm, and all you could do was dig your ankles into your partner’s back as he lewdly slurped and suckled your sex.

If you didn’t focus on who was who now, you would be lost in their affections before you knew it, not to mention you knew they would never let it go. But how could you? All you could think about were the fangs threatening to prick your neck, followed by the tongue that lapped at your pulse. The hands that pinned your hips down made it harder to get any sort of friction, leaving you at the mercy of the skilled tongue weaving loops around and through your lips. All of them were good at oral and biting your neck, and it would be damn near impossible to parse out which one was David and which one Marko.

Until you noticed another itch at your neck, and it wasn’t from the fangs. The notable feel of stubble dragged back and forth across your neck as he continued to nip along your collar.

With as much control you could muster, you uttered, “Daaaaavid.” God, the way you said it sounded so pathetic, practically mewling for him. The laughter that came after only further cemented your embarrassment.

Suddenly one of your hands fell out from under you as Paul yanked it up, causing you to fall back further onto who you suspected was David. He didn’t falter as he continued to allow the hickies that were surely there by now to bloom over your skin. Paul allowed your fingers to intertwine with his, as he practically purred against your hand, “You’re so cute when you’re acting so pathetically needy for us.”

“Be more specific,” Dwayne whispered huskily into your other ear. “Tell us exactly where David is.”

They only seemed to grow more smug the more you squirmed in their grasp. It was a struggle to even whine that single word much less form a full sentence. They certainly knew this fact because their touches only seemed to amplify this desire to keep the game going for as long as possible.

As you were beginning to form the first word, David’s fangs finally broke the thin barrier of your skin and began to lap up the blood that began to pool under his fangs. Your breath caught in the back of your throat, whimpering as he continued to slowly devour you.

“He’s…” is the only thing you’re able to utter before the sharp crack of a hand against your thigh causes you to dig your heel further into Marko’s back and cry out pathetically. The vibrations of his laughter caused a fresh wave of tingling need over your sex, his tongue delving deeper inside of you as your toes began to curl.

“Behind…” you yelp as deft fingers pinch your nippled roughly. When had your bra even been pushed down? You couldn’t remember. Deft fingers plucked and rolled your hardening nipples as you arched your back against David’s chest.

Now hands were grasping from all directions. One was slithering up your throat, another wrapped around your waist. Mouths following behind, nipping and suckling on any inch of flesh they could. Nails pinched your thighs as new fingers circled your clit while Marko’s tongue lapped at your dripping entrance. Fingers were hooked into your mouth, trying to silence the word on the tip of your tongue that would end the game completely.

“Me!”

It was muffled, but it did the job. Instantly, the ministrations halted just enough to leave you limp, dropping back onto David’s chest, your legs still hanging limply off of Marko’s shoulders. Even with the cooing remarks of how good you were, and the removal of the blindfold, your bleary vision couldn’t process them clearly. You barely remember cumming and yet your body was completely spent, the bites certainly contributing to how lightheaded you felt.

“What reward do you want, sweetheart?” David’s lips were pressed directly against your ear, his hot breath fanning your throat.

Eyes closed, the most you could think of to mumble was, “Sleep first.”

“Well, if that’s all you want for your reward…”

You couldn’t even bother to argue with the chorus of smug giggles that erupted from your lovers at their deliberate misinterpretation of your words. You’d get them back later. But for now, you let them bring you to lay back on the bed, all of them finding some way of snuggling up to you, and allowing yourself to drift off into an exhausted slumber for as long as they would allow you to rest up before the next silly antics they would pull on you next.

#poly!lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys #slasher x reader #david lost boys #dwayne lost boys #paul lost boys #marko lost boys

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rat-bastard-fics · 2 years ago

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Playing Games

Part X

Synopsis: Paul tells Elle who he is

Warnings: Soft!Paul, pre-smut smut (kissing, grinding), intimacy, angst

Word Count: ~925

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Elle

Jesus Christ I feel like shit. Slowly, oh so slowly, I sit up in bed and sip on the water I find beside me. I vaguely remember Paul staying over but where he was is now just a warm spot on my bed. Stretching, I let out a groan before running my hands over my face. Im just about set on never moving again when there’s a gentle tap on my door. I’m looking up through bleary eyes, there stands Paul.

“Elle?” His voice is soft—softer than I’ve ever heard.

“Paul?” While I’m happy to see he’s here, why the fuck is he here?

“Hey, I made some breakfast downstairs. You should probably eat something.”

Is Paul Lahote… taking care of me? I feel like I’m in a poorly written episode of The Twilight Zone. Groggy as all hell, I stand up on stiff legs and slowly make my way towards the kitchen. Paul walks near me as though he’s afraid I’ll fall down or maybe even die at any given moment. It’s endearing but unnecessary. On the kitchen table sits a plate of scrambled eggs and slightly burnt toast beside a cup of coffee. No, not coffee, green tea. Turning to Paul, I raise an eyebrow and I swear to god he blushes.

“I uh, I asked Jared. He said this helps Kim when she’s hungover.” Too tired to argue or really say much of anything, I just pat his shoulder and drag myself over to a chair so I can enjoy my meal.

***

It’s around 1pm and I’m feeling better. I’ve been watching old cartoons with the volume low and Paul has his arm slung across my shoulders on the couch. I can’t help but feel a bit turned on at this softer side of the big lug.

I look up at him and, after a moment, he turns his eyes from the screen down towards me.

“Yes?” A small smile breaks out across his face.

I blush a little. I’m not sure what to say, I’m not sure how to initiate sex when it’s not steamy and spur of the moment. I rub my hand up his chest, turning my body so I’m leaning on my side. I follow my hand with my eyes until it rests on his cheek then I pause, I look at him and god he’s so beautiful. Looking from his eyes to his lips and back I pull his face down towards me and gingerly press my lips to his. He’s quick to respond. It’s intimate and it’s tender and it’s loving and he wraps his arms around me, pressing a hand flat against my lower back and pulling me impossibly close to him. I tangle my fingers in his hair, playing with those shorter hairs near his neck, and sit up to straddle him. Our chests are firmly pressed to each other in a way that two separate heartbeats now synchronize in rhythm. Gently, I grind down against him and he groans as he reciprocates.

“Elle—“ he pants my name and it goes straight to my core.

“Paul—“ it’s my turn to reciprocate. And we continue like this for some time. His pants are renting below me and god it feels so good—and not just in a sexual sense, but in a romantic sense as well. I want him. All of him.

“Elle.” He pulls away now, panting a little, and there’s some sort of uncertainty in his eyes. I pause at this.

“I’m—im sorry I should have asked first. We don’t have to-“

“No, no, it’s not that. God no it’s not that. I want to, believe me I do.” He laughs somewhat as he speaks and my unease has swiftly turned to blatant confusion. Seeing this, he continues. “There’s something I need to tell you and I just… I don’t think I can do anything if I don’t.”

I sit back on his knees.

“What, are you married?” I tease, laughing at my own joke, but when he doesn’t laugh I’m suddenly more nervous than before.

“I, uhm…” he clears his throat, “do you, uh, do you remember those old stories? The elders would tell them around bonfires?” I nod. “Those are true.” I don’t respond now and so he continues, “and uhm… me and the guys we’re shifters. We protect the reservation from cold ones—well, vampires.” He’s quiet for a while as he looks at me, trying to read my expression. I don’t even know my expression.

I stand up and step away from him.

“If you didn’t want to fuck me, you could have just said so.”

“No, Elle-“ he gets up to follow after me but I put a hand up to stop him.

“Don’t touch me.” I can’t help the tears welling up in my eyes, “you know, Paul, I’ve heard a lot of things from a lot of people but saying you’re a wolf? Just to get out of being with me? Wow.” I laugh at how ridiculous this is.

“I’m telling you the truth.” He seems desperate. I don’t care.

“Go.” He just stands there, staring at me, absolutely dumbfounded. “Go!” I yell at him, pushing his chest. “Get out!” Choking back a sob, I push him towards the door. “Please.” My voice breaks and Paul swallows hard but nods.

“Okay.” He wets his lips and lets out a shaky breath before turning and walking out the door. I immediately lock it behind him and slide to the floor, tears streaming down my face.

Fuck.

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diaphragmjellyfish · 4 years ago

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Careful

So after I wrote that last Paul fic involving vaginismus, I got quite a few messages saying how much it meant to some of you and I just want to say how much it warms my heart to bring others joy or comfort through my writing. Like I’ve been telling a lot of you, fan fictions are amazing. I love them. But they’re not always realistic, and that can be damaging to people who think sex is supposed to go a certain way and then blame themselves when it’s not like that. We’re all different, and everyone deserves to have a partner that cares about your well-being and pleasure. Don’t settle for less.

Seth Clearwater x vaginismus!reader smut

(Seth is 18+ in this)

Being with Seth Clearwater was, in a word, magical. He truly was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. He was always there for you when you were upset or having anxiety, always made you smile and laugh, got you cute little presents or sometimes cool rocks that he found on patrol, and was super physically affectionate. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, hickeys, hand-holding. Y’all were the poster children for PDA. It made you nervous when you first started dating, because you thought he would want to get intimate right away. You knew that if you told him you didn’t want to have sex right away, he would be more than understanding. That’s just the kind of person he was. But you feared that holding off on intimacy would damage your relationship. Seth’s love language was physical touch. Yours was too, so stopping things every time it got too heated was a big roadblock in the relationship. Or so you thought.

The day came where you had to tell Seth about your vaginismus. He had asked tons of questions before letting you know how he felt about it all. What causes it? What does it feel like? How does the physical therapy work? Is there anything I can do to help? Once you explained the logistics of it all, you guys could start to be more open and honest about what you were comfortable with doing. It turns out, he thought you just didn’t want to be intimate with him. He thought you were only sticking around because of the imprint bond. Once you explained that yes, you definitely really really want to have sex with him, you just can’t right now, he was all smiles and wanted to try all kinds of stuff that didn’t involve penetration. You guys would have super open conversations about what he could and couldn’t do to you, and started experimenting with the things you were comfortable with. Let’s just say, Seth became an absolute master in the art of oral sex. For a while, it was all he could do, so he did it. A lot. I mean, you’d have to physically pull him away sometimes when it got too sensitive. He loved knowing that he could make you feel so much pleasure. It made him feel needed. Wanted. And of course you returned the favor.

You guys definitely have the foreplay routine down pat. Seth was almost always there when it came time for you to dilate every day. He would sit next to you, hold your hand, kiss you, or just talk to you about his day. Whatever you wanted, and whatever would distract you. He was so supportive, that when the day finally came that you wanted to try having penetrative sex with him, he said no. He didn’t think you had been using the biggest dilator long enough. What if he hurt you? What if you just didn’t like it? What if what if what if…..

But you had been waiting long enough. His support honestly turned you on. Every day when he would sit there while you did your therapy, you wanted to jump his bones for being so. Damn. sweet. No guy had ever cared about you to the point of withholding from sex for you. They always just let you put up with the pain. Not Seth.

“But baby, what if it hurts you?” he voiced.

“Then we can stop and try again another time.”

“But what if-”

“Seth,” you cut him off. “I know my body. Believe me, I’ve had to pay attention to it every day for the past year and a half while I did my exercises. I’m ready. If you don’t want to, that’s fine, but don’t say no because of me. I want to try.” You sounded so soft and adorable while you said the last part that he nearly melted through the floor. Here he was, with the most beautiful girl on the planet all but begging him to have sex with her, and he was hesitating. That’s what love made you do.

“Ok, we can try. But you have to promise, I mean really promise, that the second it starts to feel anything but good, you’ll tell me.” His voice was laced with concern.

“I promise,” you said with so much confidence that he had to believe you.

“Alright. So we’re doing this. Did you want to… try it like, now?” The poor boy was a blushing mess right now. You just nodded your head and smiled. “Okay. Cool. Yeah, that’s cool. We can do it now. I’m totally down with that.” You knew based off of the way he was acting that you were going to have to make the first move, so you walked up, grabbed his face between your hands, and kissed him.

He seemed stiff, so you pulled away and said, “Everything ok?”

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah. Everything is perfect. I just… do you want to go to my room?” Again, you just nodded, and let him take your hand and lead you into his bedroom, closing the door behind you guys. Jeez, he seemed more nervous than you were. You sat down on the middle of his bed, and reached your arms out and did grabby-hands until he laughed and joined you, lying you down and hovering over you. He kissed you sweetly, giving you every opportunity to say stop. You didn’t, but instead threaded your fingers up through his inky hair and pulled him closer to you. He took this as a green light to deepen the kiss, and brush his tongue up against your own. You guys continued kissing for a while since this was comfortable territory for you both. He eventually started moving his hands under your shirt, first massaging your stomach with his thumb and then moving up. He pulled back from you suddenly, eyes wide. “No bra?”

“Nope. I didn’t want anything to get in the way today,” you smirked and slid your hands over his shoulders. He had a look of awe on his face as he pulled the hem of your shirt up. You sat up and took it off, throwing it to the floor. Okay, yeah, so you were eager. You’d never enjoyed sex before and you thought you actually might for the first time. It was exciting.

As you laid back down, his eyes never left yours. He came back down for another kiss before trailing his mouth down your jaw, suckling at your neck for a few minutes before it was covered in faint red marks, and moved down to your breasts. Seth had always worshipped your chest. It was one of his favorite parts of your body. The size, the shape, the feel, were all beyond perfect to him. You gasped as he took a nipple into his mouth, your back arching up into him. He brought his hand up to massage your other breast while his tongue continued swirling around the first one. You closed your eyes and tipped your head back, just relaxing into the feeling and letting your muscles be at ease. He sat up for a second, which was far too long, to take his shirt off, and you opened your eyes to admire his sculpted body. You would have loved him even if he wasn’t a shapeshifting beast, but damn, the muscles that came with were such a nice bonus. And they weren’t just for show. You never told him this, but whenever he picked you up so easily or carried you around or pushed you up against a wall, you got beyond turned on. You always wondered what it would be like to have him actually get rough with you, but that would be for another time.

Once Seth thought your boobs had been shown enough attention, he slid his hand back down to your stomach, and then lower. He fiddled with the waistband of your jeans before popping the button at the front and dragging the zipper down torturously slow. You felt so hot at this point that you thought you would climb out of your skin if he didn’t touch you properly soon. You raised your hips in a silent signal for him to take them off, but he was too distracted by the feeling of your soft skin to notice.

“Seth,” you whispered. He looked up at you, hand already stilling in case you wanted to stop.

“What’s wrong?” he panicked.

“Nothing is wrong. Can you help me take these off?” His eyes widened at this, and then he smiled. He sat up on his knees, gripping the waistband of your jeans on either side of you, and you raised your hips as he pulled them down slowly, admiring your legs as each inch of them was revealed. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the lacey g-string you were wearing, which you had bought specially for this moment. You never really cared about wearing cute underwear before since it would always end up on the floor anyways, but this was a big day. At least you hoped it would be. So you wanted to wear something cute, and boy did Seth appreciate it.

Once your jeans were all the way off, he gave a low whistle and said, “damn. My girlfriend is the most beautiful woman alive. How did I get so lucky?”

You hit his shoulder and looked away blushing at this. And then… oh, then.

Your sexy werewolf boyfriend lay down on his stomach in between your thighs, lifting your legs onto his shoulders, and gave you a smirk that could only be described as savagely canine. He kissed the insides of your thighs, nipping here and there before soothing with his tongue, inching closer and closer to where you really wanted him to be. He liked to take his time with this part. He flattened his tongue and gave your center a broad lick over your panties, eliciting a small gasp. He did this several more times until your hips were writhing and grinding, desperate for more friction. He reached under you, gripping the fabric of your underwear before all but ripping them off you.

“Hey, easy. Those were expensive,” you haphazardly pointed, too lost in the moment to really care.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he spoke lowly into your center right before diving in and wrapping his lips around you, sucking and kneading with his tongue. You gave a small moan, fingers once again tangling in his hair. He kept this up, alternating between firm licks and small sucks, his tongue constantly flicking that perfect spot. Seth heard in Paul’s head through the mind link once that porn wasn’t accurate at all to what women actually got off on. You were supposed to pick 2, maybe 3 key moves and do those until she was close, and then just keep doing exactly that until she came. Women are about consistency and rhythm, so if you change it up, they have to start all over. This advice had not failed him yet. Had not failed either of you, and you could have kissed Paul if you found out that that’s where Seth had gotten this tip. Fifteen delicious minutes later and you were teetering on the edge. You used to be insecure about how long you took to finish, but Seth had always reassured you that he just wanted you to feel good, and he would spend all day between your legs if he could. You were right there, legs shaking and eyes screwed shut, but couldn’t quite get that knot in your stomach to unravel. Seth pulled away, sensing your impatience, and knew you needed a little push. He got up and opened your bedside table, pulling out the large bottle of lube that you used for dilating, slathering his middle finger in it, and laid back down between your legs.

You knew what he was going to do, and trusted him enough to be careful, so you lie back and relax, knowing he would get you there no matter what. He dove back in with his lips, tongue flicking and rubbing for another few seconds before positioning his finger at your entrance, swirling it around to distribute the lube. He looked up at you, knowing you liked to guide his hand at first to make sure you were comfortable. You grabbed his hand, sliding his finger in slowly, inch by inch. You were pretty worked up at this point, so it didn’t take very long before his finger way fully inside you. He stilled his hand, waiting for you to give the all-clear, still sucking at your clit like a starving man. You tugged at his hair, shifting your hips against his hand, which he knew to be the cue to start moving. You didn’t much like the in-out feeling of being fingered. You preferred the pressure of him pressing on certain spots. He twisted his finger slowly so that his palm was facing upward, and began to stroke your top wall, making you shudder.

This was going to push you over that edge. Several minutes of consistency, pressure, and suction had you cumming hard, grinding on his face and moaning his name loudly. When you came down, Seth was still going, though more gently since he knew how sensitive you got post-orgasm. You had to whine and tug on his hair to get him to take his mouth off you, his finger stilling but remaining inside.

“Wow,” you breathed, eyes closed in a haze.

“Wow yourself, Gorgeous,” he winked at you. You made a move to reach down and grab him through his sweatpants, but Seth was quick to pull your hand away. “This is about you tonight,” he said with total sincerity. You wanted to argue that it was about both of you, but you knew he had his mind set on taking care of you, so you decided to let him. “You ready to try, baby?”

“Hell yes,” you laughed, sitting up. “Maybe I could start on top? That’s how I dilate and I could control it better that way.”

“I was just about to say the same thing,” he teased back. He moved to lie back against the headboard after taking his pants off as you kneeled on the edge of the bed, grabbing the bottle of lube. While you were turned away from him, he brought his hand to a cheeky slap on your ass, catching you by surprise.

“Hey!” You squealed and then giggled, turning to give him a playful glare.

“I couldn’t resist! It was right there,” He said, holding his hands up in surrender.

You simply rolled your eyes at this, grabbing a condom from the bedside table as well. You turned to him, still kneeling, and handed him the condom, which he ripped open with his teeth (and it was so hot). He slowly rolled it onto his rock hard dick, keeping a hand around the base as he looked up at you. “You absolutely sure about this?” he questioned.

“Yes Seth. I really want to.”

With this, you climbed up to straddle his lap, squirting generous amounts of lube onto him and spreading it around with your hand. You knelt up, positioning him at your entrance after throwing the lube on the floor. He sat straight up, hands going around your waist, one reaching up behind you to cradle your head. He gave you a passionate kiss as you lowered slightly, letting the tip of him find its way in. You stopped here, doing some deep breathing as Seth stared intently at your face, looking for any signs of discomfort. Seth was slightly smaller than your largest dilator, but what had you slightly concerned was the friction. The in-out-in-out factor usually caused you pain when you tried bouncing on your dilators. You would just have to keep the lube on stand-by and remember to breathe with your stomach.

When you were sure you would be ok, you lowered more, sinking down an inch with every exhale. Seth lovingly rubbed your back, hand petting your hair as he waited patiently for you to adjust. You felt unbelievable around him, but he didn’t want to express too much pleasure, fearful that you would put up with any pain for his benefit. He settled for nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck, holding you as close as he physically could. You lightly scratched at his shoulders, holding on for dear life. You had to stop for a moment at the half-way point, trying your best to control your pelvic muscles and picturing a flower bud opening in your mind. Slowly, you lowered another inch, and then another, and another, until you could feel his thighs touch you. At this, you sat down fully on his lap, his cock sheathed fully inside of you.

I need a minute you thought. This was a lot. Silicone dilators were one thing, but to have your boyfriend inside you like this was completely different. He was warm, hot even, and you could feel his pulse, feel the throb in his veins. The twitch of him deep inside you.

“Fuck,” Seth gasped quietly, as if he didn’t want you to hear.

“Feels good?” you questioned.

“Mm-hmm. Are you okay?” He asked right back, face still buried in your neck.

“I think so. Just give me a second.”

“Take all the time you need, baby. Do you want me to touch you?” His hand came over from your back and he grazed your lower stomach with his knuckles.

“No. Too much,” was all the answer he needed before he wrapped his arm around your back once again, massaging your skin soothingly. This was going on too long, you thought. Seth was probably dying right now. You didn’t want him to suffer, so you lifted your hips a couple inches, sinking back down on him. You felt a stinging sensation at your entrance, but ignored it. Before you could lift your hips again, Seth grabbed your waist in a vice-like grip, still holding you against him but stopping all movement.

“Don’t you dare,” he spoke softly yet firmly. “I can feel how tense your muscles are right now. Relax and then you can try again.” You wanted to cry at this. He was getting frustrated. He was going to break up with you! But you silenced those negative comments and realized he was right. So you took some deep breaths again, focusing on the pressure of his tip deep in your walls, the feel of his fingers grazing your back, his other hand playing with your hair. You closed your eyes and focused only on the sensations. “There you go, Sweetheart,” he said as he felt you relax around him. Instead of going straight up and down this time, you ground your hips against his, making circles on top of him. And it felt… good? Jesus. For the first time in your life, sex wasn’t hurting. It still felt a little tight and stiff, but it didn’t hurt. So you kept at it. Your breathing picked up at the sensation, along with the exertion of kneeling for so long. Seth pulled his face out of your neck and used the hand that was petting your hair to pull you into a passionate kiss. You guys made out as you continued to circle your hips, both of your breathing labored. Seth gripped your ass in one of his hands, helping control your movements as your legs began to shake.

“You getting tired, baby?” he questioned, even though he could see that you were. You just nodded, slowing down a little. “Do you want to try a different position? Maybe one where I could do some work?” You wanted to, but were nervous. The trust you had for Seth was absolute, but what other position could work?

“Like what?” you questioned hesitantly.

He thought for a moment, hands stilling your hips, before he cracked a smile. “I have an idea. Here,” he spoke as he shifted you both further down the bed and laid back so he was flat on his back, you still on top of him. He brought you down so you were stomach to stomach, hands going to the small of your back, and planted his feet on the bed. He held you close as he lightly thrusted up into you.

“Oh,” you breathed a moan. This felt really good. Being on top and controlling the movement had been good to adjust, but having Seth fuck up into you like this was another level of pleasure. He barely thrusted, but still hit the right spots. And you could still easily lift your hips to pull away if it started to hurt.

“Good?” he whispered.

“Mm-hmm. Oh my God,” you whispered to yourself, reaching up with one hand to grab the headboard. You thought you heard him breath a laugh, but were too lost in the moment to pay much attention to anything but Seth’s movements. He kept a steady pace of small thrusts, going slowly, never questioning the pace or pushing your limits. After a while, you started to push your hips back against his as he went into you.

“You want to try going a little faster, Sweetheart?” he questioned gently.

“Yes,” you said with half-lidded eyes as you looked right into Seth’s coffee-colored irises.

He brought himself out a little further at this, pushing back into you slightly faster than before, and hitting that perfect soft spot inside you that had your toes curl. You released a real moan this time, and Seth swore he could have cum from that sound alone. He kept this pace up, not daring to go any faster since you both were already enjoying it so much and he didn’t want to risk ruining the moment with pain. For the first time in your life, you felt actual pleasure from penetration, and you wanted more. You wanted to cum, and you felt like you actually could. With this realization, you brought one of your hands down to your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles on it that had your moans go up in pitch.

Seth grabbed your hand, putting it back on his chest as he reached down and began rubbing you with his own fingers and cockily stating, “That’s my job.” You felt your eyes roll back in your head at this, and it was the hottest thing Seth had ever seen. You felt a knot begin to form in your stomach, tightening faster than it ever had before. After just a couple more minutes of this, you moan “Oh, Seth. I think I’m gonna cum.” Of course this only spurred him on to keep going. Consistency, he reminded himself. Don’t change a thing. And he didn’t, not until you were seeing stars, trembling on top of him and screaming his name as your climax crashed into you like a wave. You had to rip his hand off your dripping center when the sensations became too much, and he stilled inside of you.

“Did you finish?” you questioned him once you came down, confused. If he had, it had sure been subtle.

“No, but I didn’t know if you were okay to keep going. You seem pretty sensitive right now.”

“Seth, I want you to cum too. Just… do you think you could like, not take a while? Like, could you finish in the next couple minutes? I’m okay now but I don’t want to push it.”

“Baby, I can finish in the next 30 seconds after looking at your face while you came like that.” You blushed deeply at this, breath picking back up again as he continued to gently thrust into you. He screwed his eyes shut after a couple thrusts, losing rhythm in his hips as he spilled into the condom with a growl and relaxed underneath you. “Fuck,” was all he said.

You laughed. “Yeah, fuck.”

He let you sit up and pull off of him at your own pace before dismounting and moving to walk to the bathroom.

“Wait! Wait,” he almost yelled, startling you half to death as he sat up, removed and tied off the condom, and hopped off the bed to throw it away. “This is the part where you let me clean you up and take care of you.”

“You just did take care of me, Seth,” which made him giggle.

“Not like that silly goose! Just stay there.” He joked as he made his way into the bathroom, coming out with a damp towel. “Spread ‘em,” he motioned towards your legs. You laughed deeply, obliging. He was ultra gentle as he wiped the lube off the insides of your thighs, kissing your knees as he finished. Then, he threw the towel into the hamper and retrieved his softest sweatshirt and placed it over your head as you moved your arms into the sleeves. “And now, we cuddle.” He looked so damn pleased with himself.

You laid your head on Seth’s warm chest, his arms coming to wrap around your waist. You two stayed like this for a while, just soaking in the details of what just happened. You did it. You had sex with your boyfriend. Actual penetrative sex, and it didn’t hurt.

As if reading your mind, Seth spoke. “I’m so proud of you.”

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