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piastrisun · 1 month ago

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assist, then kiss.

pairings: george russell + assistant female character.

summary: when lewis’ bails on dinner, his assistant ends up sharing the evening with his teammate. what was supposed to be a casual night turns into an accidental setup.

faceclaim: laura harrier.

notes: named protagonist.

LONDON, ENGLAND. FEBRUARY 10.

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lewishamilton dinner with the lady before the season starts. wonderful night as always.

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username that’s my wife

username1 lewis or rhode cause it could be any of them

username both

username2 i’m obsessed with them

username3 what’s the deal here i’m new and i don’t get anything 😭😭

username4 rhode is lewis’ assistant and close friend!! they hang out almost all the time off work

rhode well deserved dinner for being the most wonderful assistant ever

lewishamilton true, very much deserved

username5 they’re so sweet

username6 glad you had an amazing break!!

georgerussell63 see you on track, mate!

georgerussell63 and see you on the garage, rhode

rhode 🫂

SAKHIR, BAHRAIN. FEBRUARY 27.

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georgerussell63 oh hello there!

rhode 👋🏾

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lewishamilton no hey lewis

rhode the 44 cap says it all

lewishamilton ☹️☹️☹️

rhode but

username how are you going to look THAT good on a casual selfie

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georgerussell63 testing done! thanks to the team in bahrain and back home for all the hard work. and hello to rhodie for sneaking in my selfie.

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username1 let’s goooo george 🩵

username2 “rhodie” is so cute

username3 am so delusional i think they’d be a really good couple

username2 fr they match each other’s vibes but it’s never happening

username4 my fave f1 model

rhode hey george 🫶🏾 ♥︎ liked by author

lewishamilton 🕴🏻

MARCH 01.

RHODE’S CHATS: LEWIS HAMILTON & GEORGE RUSSELL.

RHODE’S CHATS: LEWIS HAMILTON.

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georgerussell63 posting a picture where you look stunning while i look like that should be a crime

rhode that’s just how you look on the daily basis

georgerussell63 JAIL TIME DESERVED

lewishamilton 👀👀👀

lewishamilton stop leaving me in seen

rhode thought you suggested me to flirt while you bail?

lewishamilton i have an eye for this stuff!!!

MARCH 20.

APRIL 03.

APRIL 28.

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lewishamilton if you two aren’t a match then i don’t know what love is

rhode i’m going to hold your hand when i say this…

georgerussell63 out all of the awful pictures you took of me, this has to be one of the WORST

rhode not my fault you look like you’d ask me if i have games on my phone 😭😭

georgerussell63 MATE???

MAY 10.

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rhode a few moments of the past few weeks. swipe for a surprise. <3

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username i was like aweee most beautiful dump and there’s george

username2 she’s not serious at all 😭😭

username4 why was i expecting a normal picture of him since they were together yesterday

username3 how does it feel to live my DREAM

username4 travel the world, being hot and funny?

username3 no, being friends w lewis and george

username5 ok that’s fair

georgerussell63 OH COME ON

georgerussell63 never gonna get pass that moment i see

rhode true, nothing you’ll ever do will be as good as you recording alex

alex_albon thanks for keeping him humble, he needs it

rhode 🙏

username6 alexrhode interaction????

lewishamilton now you owe me one! i’ll wait for my fruit basket right here

rhode you’re gonna die waiting

lewishamilton 🙃

rhode please don’t fire me

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rhode IM CRYING WHAT IS THIS

georgerussell63 you know what it is, pure hate

rhode omg you’re obsessed with me

georgerussell63 i wanna throw a rock at you

rhode that’s the best you came up with??? AFTER TEN MINUTES

georgerussell63 yes please don’t judge

username at this point you two should turn your accounts into hate pages of each other 😭😭

alex_albon big dumbass energy except it’s not energy but a fact

georgerussell63 thanks!

alex_albon ur welcome

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georgerussell63 are you trying to flirt with me right now

rhode no, we are at work!!!

georgerussell63 technically i don’t work with you ☝️

username9 dream work? more like dream girl

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georgerussell63 already planning my next visit, not with rhode though. 🗺️

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username5 I CANT WITH THEM

username6 they’re so funny together, i bet lewis regrets introducing them

rhode i'm choosing to ignore the caption AND that you tried to make me look bad… you really are incapable of posting with a shirt ON

georgerussell YOU TOOK IT so whose to blame 🫵

username imagine they are together and we are making fools of ourselves

username2 IMAGINE OMG

rhode well yes! ♥︎ liked by author

username3 £;&:&:& WHAT

username4 i just fell at my knees

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rhode forgot to mention. but we do love each other, i swear!!!

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username lewis setting them up by accident might be my favourite thing ever

georgerussell63 and she takes good pictures of me, don’t hate on her!!!!

rhode literally no one did

georgerussell63 i did 🫣

rhode i’m done with you

georgerussell63 no you’re not

rhode you right

username LMAOOOO they’re so funny

username2 the relationship i deserve

username3 us not realising they were together because they are always joking it’s so george 😭

georgerussell63 fun fact: i love you!!!

rhode WOAHHHH, did you know that i love you too?

username4 that’s it they’re my parents now

lewishamilton my favourite couple by far! 🖤

rhode thank you for dumping us that night, but don’t do it again

lewishamilton yes m’am 🫡

©⠀piastrisun original work. please don’t translate, claim or repost any of my writing, 24’.

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kennedyalike · 1 year ago

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ok this is so depraved but some noncon w manipulative leon x bsf reader or roommate reader where he for somewhat reason has to practice tying rope and convinces her to let him practice on her and assures her he wont do anything else but once he gets her tied up he undresses her and takes pics of her as blackmail and does whatever he wants to her

rope bunny

leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags: posessive!leon, he’s kinda yandere tbh, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, slight overstimulation, rough sex, manhandling, noncon, dubcon, ropes, bdsm, dom!leon, praise kink, praising, smut, rope kink, filming, explicit photograpghy, leon is a massive pervert, slight size kink

summary: leon asks for your help with a task from the force but it turns into something else~

word count: 4.2k

to anon: hii! im sorry i took so long with this but i hope you like it! i really like this idea and tbh i love me some noncon leon😩 i added a happy ending but idk if this is weird LMAOOO

He dotes on you everyday, without you ever even noticing. Oh, how you’re so oblivious and innocent. He just wants to have you all to himself. Just to steal you away from the whole world, to take care of you and finally make you realize what you’re missing out on.

You weren’t exactly oblivious, you just didn’t pay it any mind, deciding to tease him further. Being roommates with Leon for almost a year now, you knew him pretty well. Both of you attending the police academy, you figured a roommate wouldn’t hurt. He was sweet, brave, corny, a little awkward but so cute.

Leon was a good friend to you, helping you out, keeping the place clean, he was a true gentleman. For what you knew, of course. In all honesty, Leon was the oblivious one here. You noticed every time his eyes slowly gazed somewhere they weren’t supposed to. His stare felt like it was going to eat you alive one day.

Whenever you’re doing something around the house, he quietly observes all of your movements, eyes maybe focusing on the curve of your ass, or maybe the way your tits bounce when your arms push them together. He can’t help himself, you’re just so gorgeous and he swears he can’t keep his hands to himself any longer.

Maybe you even liked his gaze, doing small things on purpose. Wearing short skirts at home, bending over in front of him or wearing some tops that revealed yiur cleavage. Leon loved it all, but he was starting to grow impatient with your little games that he didn’t even know you were playing. You knew he liked you, but he didn’t know you liked him too. Being too focused on you and his training, he didn’t even notice the way you practically begged for his attention.

”What are you doing?” You asked with a giggle as you try to lighten up the mood. Leon looks up at you and shrugs. ”Just…looking over these photos.” He answers quietly, his deep voice grumbling a little bit. His hand is resting on his jaw as he leans himself on the table that was filled with documents, probably something from the academy.

You frown slightly from his answer before you fall silent too. As Leon focuses his stare on the papers in front of him, you focus yours on him. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and the fabric was resting just so his forearms were visible. His calloused hands were nibbling the paper's edge as his veins become more visible. You can’t look away, mind completely taking you away while you rest against the kitchen counter.

A low groan erupts from the man in front of you and you can’t stop your mind from going to that usual place. Wondering what would happen if you were brave enough to start something. How his hands would caress your body just like you both wished. You sigh slowly as you slightly shake your head, disowning the thoughts. If Leon only knew that you dreamed of him even when awake.

”I’m gonna take a small nap, wake me up at like…6pm.”

Leon huffed at the small pause in your sentence as you retracted to your room. He only nodded in response. He began thinking, in quietness after hearing small giggles and sounds of music come from your room. After a while, there was only silence. You had fallen asleep. He smirks to himself but quickly reassures himself he wouldn’t do anything like that.

He spends time pondering over his wants, no, his needs. He needs you and he can’t wait any longer. Leon decides he’s not going to let you say otherwise. He goes into his room momentarily to gather some rope. (He totally didn’t buy it just for the instance) He knocks on your door and slowly his hand twists the knob as he lets himself in your room.

Your curtains are closed and you’re still asleep, wrapped in blankets. He hovers above you and stares into your face. How beautiful, he thinks to himself. He owns you. He’s not going to let anyone else have you, ever. He hides the rope behind his back before his arm reaches out for your shoulder, gently stirring you awake from your previous slumber. With a whine, you start to flutter your eyes open.

Your room is dimly lit and in all your sleepiness, your eyes make out Leon’s figure in front of you. He sits on your bed slowly. ”Wake up, sweetheart.” The nickname would make you nervous and a blushly mess if you weren’t so tired still. You slowly sit up, lifting the blanket from your body as it pools around your lap. Now fully sat, you fix your hair and look at Leon with gentle eyes. ”Thanks for waking me up, Leon.”

”No problem, I have a question though…” He starts, and you can hear the unsureness in his voice as he nudges himself closer to you. A blush creeps on your face as you realize he’s never been this close to you before, at least not in your bed. ”Yeah?” You ask shyly as you pull the blanket up slightly, covering the skimpy crop top you wore. He looks away for a second before continuing. ”The professor actually gave me something interesting to work on, I was wondering if you’d help me out a little?” His blue eyes now stare straight into yours as you fiddle with the blanket edge. Eagerly, you nod immediately. ”Yes, what is it?”

He smirks a little bit, chuckles and reveals the rope from behind his back. A small inaudible gasp leaves your mouth and you look away with a slight flush on your cheeks. ”He said we need to practice tying something up, escaping being tied and all that.” He explained as he slowly started opening the rope from its package. You stare quietly at his big hands that were fiddling with the rope. Completely on board if you get to play around with ropes with him. ”Yeah? Do you need my help with some of this?” You ask shyly as he smirks again.

”Yeah. Let me try one thing.” Now completely awake and shaken with excitement as Leon launches slowly towards you. His actions take you by surprise and nervousness engulfs you as his cold hand slips under the blanket and grabs your wrist. ”Leon- I-I thought-” You began speaking unsurely as he grabbed both of your wrists, bringing them up to your chest. ”Shh, I’m not gonna do anything to you, just practicin’, sweetie.” His deep voice coos and you allow yourself to relax in his hold, reminding yourself that he’s just practicing.

”Just lay back a little.” He instructs you and you obey him nonetheless of your nervousness. Your body hits the soft bed behind you as you settle down and bring your arms up. Leon grips both of your wrists together with one hand, his hands are cold and slender as he pins yours atop your head. He brings the rope and wraps it around your wrists, tying them together very tightly. A small whine leaves your mouth as you close your eyes momentarily. ”Too tight?” He asks.

”No, it’s fine. Let me show you my skills of escaping these.” You joke to him with a small bubbly laugh. He scoffs under his breath and glances back at you. ”We’ll see about that one.” He says unamusedly as he tightens the rope and ties your wrists to the bed. You feel a light stretch on your arms as he ties them. His gaze feels hot, feels like it’s going to burn you alive soon. Leon’s hands slowly move from your arms, to your waist.

His eyes never leave your body, he doesn’t miss the way your back arches into his touch, letting his hands wander. His fingertips slowly graze around your chest, abdomen and your thighs. He examines your face closely, a red blush on your face that he wouldn’t miss usually, but with the dim light of your bedroom it goes unnoticed. Your back arches and you moan slightly when his strong hand caresses your thigh. ”Leon..?” You ask confusedly as you tighten your thighs together, trapping his hand between them. ”You like this?”

He calls out to you mockingly as he inches his fingertips towards your panties. The blanket long gone as his other arm completly reveals your body to him. A small crop top and panties on. Gosh. You look so cute, he wishes he could eat you alive. Your legs twitch and you gasp in surprise as his hand cups your pussy through your panties. ”Maybe I’ll leave you tied up forever if it means I can do this all day.” He mumbles to himself as he smirks while slowly rubbing your clit through your already dampened panties. Your thighs close even tighter as you squirm. ”Leon? W-what are you doing?”

”Shh, just relax for me, okay?” He calls out again as his hands grip your thighs, forcing them apart, revealing your crotch to him. You gasp again and start moving around, not liking the forcefulness. His grip only tightens as he holds you down on the bed, bringing another piece of the rope around your ankles, trying them together as you helplessly squirm under the bigger man.

”Leon, I’m uncomfortable..M-Maybe we should practice some other time..!” You desperatly request as he pulls the rope and ties it under the bed. You’re now completely trapped and at his mercy. ”Now, try and get out of those.” He says as he stands up, backing away from the bed to take a look at you. So pretty. Sprawled out on the bed in your nap clothes as desperate little whines leave your mouth when you try to escape this predicament.

You tug, pull, whine and squirm around for what feels like eternity. Your croptop already ridden up from your movements, exposing your soft belly to Leon’s hungry eyes that are enjoying the show infront of him. You almost think he’s cruel and that he’s doing this to embarrass you. Your limbs give out and you look at him with angry eyes, the sweat from your earlier nap clanking your thighs together as you finally give out, relaxing all of your body. ”Okay. You win. I can’t get out of these. Please, help me.” You quietly say as you accept defeat, looking at him with an annoyed look.

He only smirks and laughs a little bit, getting closer to you. ”Hmm…I quite like having you like this…” He starts as his hands grab your waist again, slowly teasing the fabric of your croptops edge as he pulls it up. Your breath hitches and you feel your muscles tensing again. ”Leon, take these out. It’s not funny.” You try once again.

He stops his movements and looks into your eyes, before getting on top of you on the bed. You squirm again as he climbs atop and pins you down with his bodyweight. The lighting extorts and you can see the way his biceps twitch as he holds himself above you. Leon’s blonde locks fluffy and messed up as he brings himself closer to your face. ”Oh sweetheart, I’ll never let you go. You’re mine, finally.” Before he allows you to even react, his hand is already gripping at your chin and neck, forcing you into a sloppy kiss with him.

His lips are practically devouring your face as he holds you tighter. To his surprise, you kiss him back and moan into the kiss. He leaves you wanting for more as he pulls his mouth from yours and lowers himself to your neck, biting, kissing and sucking little red marks on your collarbones. His hot breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine and you feel a heat forming between your legs. You want him as bad as he wants you. And you don’t want to accept it.

Your quiet moans that you try to silence by turning your head to the side don’t go unnoticed by Leon as he grips your chin again. ”Let me hear how much you love this, baby.” He growls as he sucks on the sensitive skin behind your ear. A lustful moan erupts from you and you’re even shocked at yourself as you notice the way you’re rubbing your thighs together. ”Good girl, just like that. Don’t fight it.”

He continues kissing your neck, sometimes pulling you into a heated kiss again. (Which you returned, every time) ”Leon..! Please, untie me.” You whisper in between kisses. ”Try harder.” He mocks you again and pulls back from you, still on top of you, his finger hooks around the strap of your croptop, slowly pulling it down from your shoulder, exposing more and more by the mere second. You nervously look at him with fear and desperateness in your eyes. Your breathing, heavier by the second was unstable as small tears start forming on your waterline.

”Leon, please..” You sob as he slowly undresses you, pulling your croptop over your head, exposing your bare chest to him. Nipples already hard from the previous endeavours, his both hands grab your tits, squeezing them and playing around with your nipples. His gaze is like a hypnosis, stuck on your tits as he does as he pleases, groping you against your will. Instead of screaming, you arch into his touch and moan at the sensation when his mouth connects with the skin of your areola.

”Please-” Your breath hitches as a tear falls down your cheek when he pinches your nipples, sucking and kissing all over your body. You’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore and neither is Leon. You hear him chuckle as he pulls back shortly, looking over at you before extending his hand to his pocket. You look at him in complete silence, tears still wetting your cheeks as you see him pull out his phone. ”Leon.. what are- No!” You start wiggling desperately and you can’t belive the smirk on Leon’s face.

”Pose a little, this is for me only, darling. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything if you behave for me.” He holds you in place with his other arm while scrolling on his phone. His hand grabs at your tit again as you hear the faint sound of a recording going on. ”Please…don’t” You beg with teary eyes as he films himself groping at you, he moves the camera to your face. ”Don’t cry beatiful, tell me how much you like it.” He mocks you and amidst all the feelings that were roaming your mind block out the feeling of his hand sneaking between your thighs. Another tear falls down your cheek as you open your eyes, looking up at his phone and that devious smirk plastered on his face. You feel embarrased and humiliated, but for some reason, it’s lighting a fire inside of you that you can’t shut down.

You feel his rough hand cup your pussy and you moan loudly. His smirk grows even more at your lewd sound as he slips his fingers in from the side. Two long fingers now rubbing your wet clit as you try to close your legs tighter. ”Come on, let it all out.” He presses a kiss on to your forehead as he slips his middle finger in your wet, needy hole. Another loud moan leaves your mouth and you unnoticeably start grinding into his hand, desperate for more as you look at Leon’s phone through teary eyes. It’s turning you on and he knows it. He nods at you and looks at you in the eyes as he shuts his phone off, drops it on the floor and practically attacks your lips. You immedietly kiss him back, no question. ”M’ sorry, my sweet baby.” He mumbles between the hungry kisses. You want to caress his cheeks and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You writhe as you try to pull your arms out of the rope.

”Leon, untie me. I want yo-” He shushed your begs with a kiss, soft lips entertwining roughly as his hands explore your body again. He’s pumping his middle finger in and out of your pussy with a slow rhythm. Leon quickly latches on to your neck again, sucking more crimson marks as he slips in another finger. His movements are going faster as his index finger joins in on the fun. The wet, tight walls of your pussy squeezing around his digits are making him go crazy. He was already hard as fuck in his pants as he grinded himself to your side.

”Soon, baby. Let me have a taste first..” He mumbles again, almost inaudibly as he lowers his kisses down to the soft skin of your belly. His big hands are still cold to the touch as he retracts his fingers from your pussy. You moan at the loss of contact as you look down at him, trying to ground yourself between all of these feelings. His hands grab your hips tightly and he begins teasing your panties down your legs. You wiggle your hips a little in an attempt to get him to undress you faster. He backs away and in a swift movement he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his hard trained abs to you. Your eyes now explore his body, thirsting over his muscular chest and huge biceps, he smirks and lowers his face to your pussy again.

Before he teases your panties fully off, he places a soft kiss on your clit through the damp fabric. You moan quietly as he pulls your panties down to your ankles and grabs your thighs, nudging them apart so roughly that it would for sure leave a bruised mark on your inner thighs. He’s like a hungry animal that hasn’t eaten in weeks and you feel like his prey, just a little thing forced into submission as you writhe under him. His warm tongue latches onto your clit as he sucks, kisses and licks between your folds, moving to give attention to your clit as his other hand retracts from your thighs and pushes two fingers into your hole.

You’re practically screaming, crying and moaning at the same time as you buck your hips into his face. Leon’s slippery tongue, lapping at your folds and pleasuring your clit feels like almost too much, you’re so close to exploding and you desperatly try to close your thighs. ”Mm-mm. None of that.” He hums as his hand parts your thighs again and the vibrations from his sound of unapproval send immense pleasure your way and you moan loudly. ”Oh, Leon! I-I’m gonna cum!” You moan his name in a continuing chant as he buries his face into your pussy, tasting all of your juices as you grind down.

He was so turned on by you and probably could come undone from just lapping at your pussy all day. He sucks on your clit as you gasp loudly and your legs shake a bit. He slows his movements down, brings his arms under your thighs to support your shaking for as he helps you though your orgasm with a gentle touch. He might’ve tied you up against your will, but he’s not a total asshole.

The orgasm washes over you slowly and your body shakes with pleasure as you moan his name quietly, almost sounding like you’re crying. (You are.) Your body sets down and you feel Leon untying your ankles. ”Relax, baby.” He coos as you start moving your legs slowly. You do as he says. He lifts himself back on top of you and meets your gaze. ”Kiss me, please.” You whine and he chuckles but obliges nevertheless. He kisses you again, this time more passionetly and lovingly as his hands grope at your tits again before slowly moving up, beginning to untie your hands. Only sounds from the connection of your mouths erupt as he unties you fully. Your hands fall to your sides tiredly as Leon’s lips move to your neck again.

He doesn’t expect you to yank away from him, or slap him, or resist at all, and he’s right. Your arms slowly wrap themselves around his neck and your hand caresses his cheek. You feel his strong jaw clenching under your palm as he joins you in a kiss again. His erection rubbing at your core through his pants. Oh he’s so sure his pants have a wet spot from all the precum his tip has leaked. He humps himself on your side. ”Leon…fuck me, please.” You shyly mumble to him as you move your hands to start unbuckling his belt. ”Fuck, I knew I’d have you begging. Good girl.” You moan at his praise and his hands move to your aid, he retracts from you for a second to pull his pants down, taking his briefs at the same time.

This time, you’re the one that’s staring at him hungrily as his big cock bursts free from its confinements and rests against his abdomen. So incredebly hard that it almost slaps against the skin of his lower stomach. He’s long but kind of girthy. Pale but the tip is a flushed tone. Leon sets himself on top of you again and his hands grip at your waist. ”Fuck, need to fuck you so bad.” He whines as he readjusts your position while stroking himself up and down a few times.

You don’t bother speaking, you just whimper as he lines the tip of his cock on your pussy. He looks down at your pussy that’s begging for his dick and he feels like he’s seen heaven. He slides his lenght along your folds, gathering the slick as he nudges his tip on your still sensitive clit. You gasp from the sensation and attempt to close your thighs before Leon spreads them further apart. ”How am I gonna fuck you if you close your legs on me, sweet baby?” He teases as he starts pushing himself into you.

A low groan and a whimper leaves his mouth as he humps into you. ”Ah! S’ big…Leon…” You moan while clicking your hips together when he starts banging into you at a rough speed. Your hands intertwine behind his neck as you pull him into a sloppy kiss. Both taking breaths and moaning into each others ears, the burning sensation turns into immense pleasure as he bullies his cock deeper into your hole. ”Fuck… Ah-” Leon whimpers and you can only moan in response as he lifts your legs higher, to your chest to give himself a new, deeper angle to fuck into you.

His cock is stretching you out and his hands are everywhere. Sometimes his finger is rubbing slow circles on your still sensitive clit, pushing you over the edge. Then his hands grip strongly at your waist, holding you in place while he ruthlessly ruts into you. Then his hands are groping your ass, tightly pulling your hips to connect his as you place sloppy kisses to his neck, pulling him closer to yourself while moaning.

Leon grabs at your side and nudges you to turn over on your stomach. ”Gon’ fuck you so hard.” He groans into your ear as your body complies in the heat of the moment. You turn to lay on your stomach, hands quickly supporting yourself as Leon lifts your hips up, already rutting back into you. You moan loudly and your hands give out. Leon is fucking you so hard your face is mushed against the pillow and you try to to desperately lift your hips up for him. ”So good, so fucking good, baby.” He praises and readjusts his hands under your hips, holding you up. His cold palm moves from the front to rub circles on your clit. ”Leon! M’ close!” You moan into the pillow while your arms settle under yourself, supporting your weight as you feel your second orgasm around the corner.

His cold palm presses on your lower stomach, he smirks when he feels himself pounding so deep into you. ”Fuck baby, tell me you want it-” He groans as his thrusts turn sloppier by the second. ”I want it so bad! I want you-! Please! Cum inside me, please!” You whimper almost inaudibly, voice hoarse from all the efforts. He ruts into you a few more sloppy thrusts before he feels your pussy walls sucking him in, clenching as your body goes limp and your orgasm takes over you. He pushes himself deep in you and releases his load. You both moan in union as you feel his hot cum fill your insides. He sighs and lets your body rest on the bed as he plops down next to you.

After catching your breath, you turn to him and shyly caress his cheek. He chuckles and pulls you ontop of him, hugging you. ”Don’t worry baby.” He presses a gentle kiss on top of your forehead and you hug him tighter. It was all settled. You were his and you would let him ruin you completely. He wouldn’t do that of course, he just likes it a little rough. ”Soo….you’re gonna finally make me your girlfriend?” You giggle. He scoffs and holds you tighter. ”Yes.”

#leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy smut #re4 leon #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #leon smut #resident evil leon #smut #resident evil 2

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worldlxvlys · 10 months ago

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yes i’m so sorry i should’ve been more specific but i need what happens when they go inside lol😭 (dwb!chris pt 16)

every word

dwb! chris x reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, suggestive but no actual smut

a/n: first off you’re all good, no need to apologize i was just confused lmao

also, idk if you wanted smut or not but this one felt like it needed to be more on the fluffier side. if you want another part with smut, i can do that just lmk

hope you like :)

here’s part one (dwb! chris pt 16), if you haven’t make sure to read it first !!

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we both went inside, closing the door behind us.

“hmmm, you know the most effective way to warm up? “ chris said, a smirk growing on his face.

“how?” i squinted my eyes at him.

“a hot shower” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“hmm sounds good. so me first, or you?” i asked, feigning innocence.

he gave me a deadpanned look. “you’re not serious”

“are you trying to ask me something, chris?” i asked wanting to hear him say it.

“can we shower together?” he asked.

“hmmm, i suppose” i said, pretending to think about it first.

“ok but first, i gotta do something” he said pulling out his phone.

my eyebrows furrowed as i watched him.

“ok?”

i watched as the dial tone rang while he put the phone on speaker.

“hello?” a woman’s voice picked up.

“hey, it’s chris”

“hey! yeah i know i saved your num-“ before she could even finish he cut her off.

“yeah, cool, listen i just wanted to make one thing clear. you’re my supplier and that’s it”

his supplier. the supplier.

“so if you thought this was anything more you’re wrong. i have a girlfriend, and she is the only girl in the world for me. so the flirting and touching needs to stop”

there was a pause.

“oh! but chris-“

but? nah fuck this bitch.

i cut her off “but nothing, he told you he’s taken. is there a problem? do i need to send you a sex tape or something for you to get the memo?

chris’s eyes widen, his mouth open and closing like a fish’s.

“um, no no. sorry”

“yeah you will be if you ever fucking touch him again”

“uh, ok. sorry “

“stop apologizing. you didn’t know, but now you do”

“ok…well, bye”

with that i hung up. chris just stared at me with wide eyes.

we both looked at each other before bursting out laughing.

“your supplier’s a pussy” i said gasping for air.

“she’s normally not like that, but i don’t blame her. you sounded like you were genuinely gonna fuck her up”

we both continued to laugh.

“thank you for calling her, i didn’t think you were actually going to” i said as he drew circles onto my hips with his thumbs.

“of course, baby. i didn’t just say that stuff to gain your forgiveness. i meant every word” he said, staring deep into my eyes.

“every. word.” he said before leaning in, pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss.

when we broke away he spoke, “hey, do you wanna do a bath instead of a shower?”

“um yeah, sure. how come ?” i asked.

“baths are more romantic” he smiled as he cupped my jaw.

“plus shower sex can be dangerous” he added.

i rose my eyebrows, “um, who said anything about sex ?”

“well how else would we make a tape to send her ?” he asked.

my eyes widen, “you’re fucking crazy” i said, my face breaking out into a grin.

“it was your idea, ma”

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hope you liked it <333

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𝜗𝜚 ⋆ BIRTHDAY .ᐟ (ethan’s version)

just a small blurb for mr ethan edwards bc roro ( @wintfleur ) let me know that today was his bday .. so a little commotion for him actually … takes place BEFORE luke moves to jersey and a little after he daisy and ethan get together ok <3

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daisydoodledoo i literally blocked ethan for this bc i wanted to post my gift for him without him knowing ++ it’s literally 11pm im a HUSTLER 😮‍💨 (ft. luke watching — he signed the card dw!!) shoutout to stella and luke and rutger for reassuring me that the gift is good 😭 there’s more but i’ve decided not to add it here :3

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trevorzegras and tell me why rutger is tied up in slide 2 🤨

daisydoodledoo icl i couldn’t tell you .. i was writing the card one minute and the next my ribbon went missing

entersteller i’m just a girl ok ☹️ he needed some nice ribbon !!

lhughes_06 are you planning to give him to ethan or …

rutgermcgroarty and if she was 😽

dreagraves the build a bear frogs 🥹

daisydoodledoo luke thought it’d be silly if we dressed them up like him and i for ethan actually LOL so i made them clothes

dreagraves you make me sick (that’s so cute shits)

jackhughes shoutout luke for just sitting there

lhughes_06 i just breathed 🙄

davidungh blocking 1/2 boyfriends is actually crazy

daisydoodledoo if you don’t shut the fuck up ur next 🥰

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edwards.73 replied to your story ‘where are you guys going without me 💔’

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘BACKSHOTS 😮‍💨’

lhughes_06 who want backshots 😼

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘no but srsly wtf how did i forget the damn cake 😭 can’t believe we had to walk back’

mark.estapa replied to your story with ‘where is she scrambling off to now’

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ahndaesee replied to your story ‘he hasn’t a single clue does he?’

rutgermcgroarty ‘i almost blabbed but luckily stella changed topics before i could’

ahndaesee ‘good. ur off the hook for now ig 🙄’

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ahndaesee ethan on film for ethan day 📸 .. but in all seriousness, happy birthday to one of my favourite guys in the whole world. 🩷 i’ll never stop being thankful for the way you make me smile till my cheeks hurt. love you to the moon and back, ed.

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📍edwards.73 thank you pretty girl ❤️ i love you

ahndaesee 1/2 of my boys 🩷

edwards.73 speaking of which where is he

ahndaesee 🤫

edwards.73 what does this mean

davidungh cakes and candles ethan 🎂

ahndaesee cakes and candles…

davidungh am i not allowed to wish my brother in law a happy birthday

ahndaesee DONT GIVE THEM IDEAS .

lhughes_06 too late :)

edwards.73 brother in law thank you 🥰

lhughes_06 happy birthday pretty princess ❤️

ahndaesee edwards.73 found him

edwards.73 thanks lucky 🫶🏻 i love you

pshoon2002 happy ethan day !!! 🥳

stellahughes you know the relationship is good when sunghoon approves 😭

ahndaesee EL OH EL ur so right 😭

edwards.73 lhughes_06 we made it 🥹❤️

lhughes_06 feeling real grateful rn 🥲

stellahughes u did him justice daisy 🥰

edwards.73 are you calling me ugly

stellahughes and if i am

ahndaesee you and your bf are really the same

rutgermcgroarty and if we are 🥰

lhughes_06 im gonna be honest im a bit afraid

dylanduke25 is your boyfriend single

_alexturcotte asking for a friend

ahndaesee no.

lhughes_06 double no.

ynaniu happy birthday ethan!! 🫶🏻

dreagraves RAAAHH ETHAN DAY

_quinnhughes 🥳🎂

luca.fantilli daisy can you be my photographer too

ahndaesee $30 per hour flat rate with $30 service fee:)

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lhughes_06 replied to your story ‘happy birthday e ❤️ i love you :)’

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stellahughes replied to your story ‘my gf looks so good here 🥰 tell luke to hop off pls!’

jackhughes replied to your story ‘i hate couples 🙄 happy birthday though 🥳’

note from mei ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ happy ethan day everyone !! i hope everyone likes this .. it’s so long (i’m very sorry)

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years ago

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Better Than the Dream | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: After meeting in France, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tommy Shelby were certain that they'd never see each other again...until one fateful moment has Tommy dreaming of her, or maybe he's not dreaming at all.

Warnings: language, mentions of drinking, talk of war, injuries, blood, hospitals

Word Count: 3388

A/N: I….I’m not sure how I feel about this one…as I was finishing it, I realized that it was like my other story ‘Called to Serve’, even though there are some differences to the story. I decided to set it after Tommy’s injury in season 2. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: also I’m sorry this is being posted late…I didn’t have much time to get it edited today.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

"Would you stop fucking wincing? You're gonna get that bloody thing stuck into me hand as well," Tommy grumbled as he continued to hold down pressure on his fellow soldier's hand so that he wouldn't bleed out anymore than he had already.

"I'm trying me best, Sergeant Major...it really fucking stings though," Donny, the unfortunate one who'd gotten barbed wire stuck in his hand while their company was on overhaul, responded, the second half of his words coming out like a hiss as he winced yet again.

The curtain that was separating the bed and chair these two men were occupying moved before Tommy could say anything else. From behind it came a woman, dressed in a nurse's outfit with a clipboard in her hands. "Donald White?" she asked as she looked up from the papers, a polite smile on her face.

"That'd be me," Donny responded, raising his good hand as he spoke, "me Sergeant Major's come with me...he needed to make sure the bleeding was controlled," he added then, explaining the other man's presence.

"Hi," she sent a nod and a smile in his direction, almost immediately noticing the pair of ocean blue eyes he had. She had to look back at the patient so that she didn't get sucked into them. "What's happened here?" she asked then, focusing on the injury.

"We were doing overhaul and I got this section of barbed wire stuck in me hand. Most of it was able to be removed, but there's still some left inside," Donny explained. Tommy let go of the cloth he'd been applying pressure to so that Donny could unwrap it and show the nurse the extent of the injury.

The woman nodded almost immediately after seeing the damage that had been done. It was pretty obvious that there was at least one barb and some wire still stuck in his palm. "I'm going to get the doctor to come over...he'll be able to extract it," she explained the next steps of treatment as she went about writing some things down on the clipboard.

"You've an English accent," Donny pointed out, a bit of a smile forming on his face. Neither he, nor Tommy, were expecting to hear one in a French run hospital.

"I do," the nurse answered, laughing slightly.

"Where're ya from?" Donny asked.

"Solihull," she answered with a polite smile.

"Ahh, ok," Donny nodded.

"I'm going to get the doctor now so that he can have a look at your hand. My name's (Y/N), if you need anything," she addressed both of the soldiers then, sending them one last smile before she turned and exited the closed off area.

Donny turned to Tommy with a grin seconds after (Y/N) had exited the room they were in. "She's fuckin' gorgeous, ain't she?" he asked, nudging Tommy's arm with his good hand. Tommy finally brought his eyes away from the section of curtain (Y/N) had exited through to look at his comrade. He didn't have to say anything, because the second Donny saw his face, he was speaking again, "yeah, she is...got you too stunned to speak," he ragged on his superior like they were part of the same rank again, and all Tommy could do was roll his eyes.

He wasn't going to deny something that was as obvious as the light of day. Their company had been given a week-long reprieve, and even though they were only one day into it, Tommy knew that he wasn't going to see a woman that was more beautiful than her. So he kept his mouth shut and listened to Donny's goading, allowing him some time to soak it up while he was injured.

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Tommy returned to the same wing that he'd left his fellow soldier in two days ago, keeping his eyes peeled for the woman who he couldn't seem to get out of his mind since she left the room the other day. He, thankfully, found her, standing at one of the nurse's stations at the end of the hall.

"(Y/N), isn't it?" he asked as he approached her, successfully getting her attention.

"It is," she answered as she turned to smile at him, "what is it, Sergeant Major? Are you looking for Donny?" she asked, her voice sounding like sweet music to his ears.

"I'm not...was looking for you actually," he answered her, not caring how straightforward he sounded.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened slightly out of surprise when she heard his statement. "Me?" she checked to make sure, tilting her head slightly to show her interest in the answer.

"Yeah," Tommy nodded, "I was wondering if you'd want to go out and get a drink after your shift's finished?" he boldly asked her. A more pronounced look of surprise formed on (Y/N)'s face. That immediately made Tommy backtrack, "that might have been a bit too forward of me. I haven't even asked if you have someone, or if you're busy."

"No, it's fine," (Y/N) brushed him off, "I quite like the confidence actually," she added then, flashing a smile and letting out a slight laugh.

"So you'd be willing to join me?" he asked her, allowing a smile to form on his face. Her laugh, much like her voice, was music to his ears.

(Y/N) nodded before giving a verbal answer, "yes. My shift finishes at the top of the hour."

"I'll meet you outside," Tommy suggested, making her nod again. He nodded back, showing that he was happy that the plans had been finalized, before he decided he'd let her get back to work. "Which room was Donny in actually?" he asked her after she'd taken a few steps away from him.

She turned around to smile at him. "So you weren't only here for me?" she decided to tease him slightly.

"No. Just figured I'd see him while I'm here," he grinned, loving her attitude and the fact that she was able to banter with him despite everything going on around them.

"He's four doors down," she told him, pointing past him down the hallway.

"Thank you," he said to her, nodding one last time before he turned and went to his comrade's room.

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"Are you only here because of Donny?" (Y/N) asked once their laughter caused by a story Tommy had told trailed off. She had her head rested on her arm that was propped up on the bar, and she was giving Tommy her full attention.

"No," he shook his head, looking briefly down at his glass as he let out a soft scoff, "we were granted a week's leave and sent into town instead of home...someone thought it'd be less money to keep us close. Cheap bastards," he explained then, muttering the final two words under his breath.

"Donny's having a terrible week off then," she commented, remembering the man that had come into her ward the other day.

"He managed to do it while we were doing overhaul," he shared another detail about the accident with her.

"Tough luck," (Y/N) stated, shaking her head as a look of sympathy formed on her face.

"That's Donny for you," Tommy responded, chuckling slightly at the thought of his friend.

"So where do they have you staying?" she asked him then, moving their conversation to another topic.

"A boarding house in town," he answered before adding, "it's an absolute shit hole."

(Y/N) sent him a sympathetic smile before looking at the bar. "I don't have anyone," she said out of nowhere, her statement shifting the topic of conversation yet again.

"What?" Tommy asked her, his brows furrowed as he looked at her once more. He was confused by her sudden statement, unsure of how to link it to what they'd been talking about.

"You said before that you hadn't asked if I had someone...I don't," she filled him in, calling back to the statement that he'd made at the hospital. Tommy nodded his head in response to her statement and looked at his glass again. Silence fell between them for a moment before she spoke again: "do you have anyone?" she asked him, her question making his eyes snap to hers in seconds.

He looked her over, his brows slightly furrowed in surprise. He didn't expect her to ask such a question. But he wasn't going to waste time answering it. "No," he told her, shaking his head for extra measure.

(Y/N) felt her throat go dry at his answer. Am I really going to do this? she asked herself, taking a moment to think her choices over. "It might be a bit forward of me to ask this, but..." she trailed off, thinking over it again. Ah, why not? "Would you like to come home with me tonight?" she asked her question, rushing to get in: "it'd give you a chance to sleep in a proper bed," so that her intentions weren't that out there in the open.

Who could blame her though? Almost all of the men around her age living here had gone off to fight as well. There wasn't anyone left, and as much as she hated to admit it...she still had desires too. And the fact that Tommy was a good looking man greatly helped the cause.

Tommy looked her over again after hearing her proposition. A grin ghosted over his lips as he nodded his head slightly before answering, "I would like that."

His answer made the fire that (Y/N) had been feeling in her stomach since the moment he'd found her today begin to burn out of control. She couldn't help but exude a giggle, feeling giddy that her attempt had actually worked.

"Would you...want to get out of here now?" Tommy asked her then, trailing off in the middle of his sentence, but completing it before she could interject with anything.

"Yes," her answer was said in a breathless manner, but he heard her loud and clear, and the two left the bar after paying what they owed.

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The door to the apartment was barely shut before Tommy had trapped (Y/N) in his arms. It was no secret what the two wanted from each other. The hand holding and shoulder brushing on the walk back made it rather clear. But still, his kiss took (Y/N)'s breath away, and the way that her hands were roaming his body made Tommy feel dizzy; something he hadn't felt with the women he'd been with before.

Every night for the rest of the week ended that way for Tommy and (Y/N). He would come to the hospital to check in on Donny and then would wait around for the rest of (Y/N)'s shift until she could leave. They'd go to the tavern for some drinks before winding up at her apartment again; where they'd end the night wrapped up in each others' arms.

It was a nice arrangement, one that lasted right up until Tommy came to the hospital at the end of the week. Donny was being released after his stay (his hand had thankfully healed without infection) and their unit was due to move onto another station. Which meant that it was time for Tommy and (Y/N) to say goodbye.

The two soldiers were walking down the hallway when (Y/N) exited one of the rooms she was cleaning. Her eyes immediately found Tommy, and they widened visibly. Without thinking, she backed up into the room in hopes that he wouldn't have seen her. But the knock on the door told her otherwise. Of course, she let him in.

"I wanted to say goodbye...before we shipped out to our next station," Tommy started, a solemn look on his face. Spending time with her this past week was the closest to normal he'd gotten in a long time.

"I appreciate that," (Y/N) answered, a sad smile forming on her face as her eyes met his for a moment. She didn't have it in her to hold his gaze for it might have made her start to cry.

"This past week was lovely, (Y/N)," he told her, taking her hands into his. "Thank you."

"I enjoyed it too," she answered, her heart squeezing as she admitted this. It was making the situation all the more real.

"C-can I kiss you one last time?" he asked her then, wanting to kick himself for how juvenile he sounded.

"Please," she breathed quicker than she would have liked, but the timing didn't phase Tommy. Upon hearing her answer, he dropped her hands and grabbed her cheeks, pulling her to him for one last head-spinning kiss. They broke away moments after, their foreheads finding each other. "Goodbye, Tommy," (Y/N) was the first to speak, and she hated that her voice cracked when she said these two words.

"Goodbye, (Y/N)," he repeated her farewell, lifting his head so that he could press his lips to her forehead before he dropped his hands from her completely.

They offered each other a sad smile before he exited the room, leaving her alone once again.

"So that's why you were coming to see me every bloody day, eh?" Donny questioned with a wide grin on his face once Tommy was back by his side.

"Fuck off, Donny," Tommy grumbled, not in the mood for the banter.

"Ahh, I get it. It's hard to leave," Donny commented, picking up the signals that Tommy was putting down.

The two walked out of the hospital then without saying another word to each other. Back inside, (Y/N) had to put a smile back onto her face before she re-entered the hallway, even though she was hurting because she knew she’d never see Tommy Shelby again.

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—1921—

Tommy was slipping in and out of consciousness as he was carried by stretcher into the hospital. He couldn't remember much from the beating he’d gotten; just that Sabini had been standing over him, grinning, as one of his men aimed a revolver at him. The Italians then scattered after another weapon was fired, and Campbell became visible before he blacked out completely.

He knew he was at a hospital now. The blinding, overhead lights of the operating room easily gave it away. There were doctors working on him. He could just barely feel their prodding as they tried to figure out the extent of his injuries. Every inch of his body hurt. It hurt just to think, and he couldn’t bear it much longer. So he closed his eyes and allowed complete blackness to overtake him.

The room was much darker when Tommy woke again. He looked around as best as he could, trying to get familiar with his surroundings. Things were starting to come together when he felt something touch his cheek. He jerked his face away before quickly turning his head to see (Y/N) (Y/L/N) with a rag in her hands. She looked worried, but not put off by his sudden movement.

"You...you found me again?" Tommy stammered, his voice coming out in a hoarse whisper. It was slowly becoming apparent to him that he was in her apartment in France.

"You were attacked. They brought you here," she explained to him while dipping the rag into a bowl, "I need to get you cleaned up." He nodded and allowed her to continue on with what she was doing.

"Can I hold you again?" he asked after silence had been hanging between them for a few moments.

She looked around the room for a moment, which Tommy found odd. "You can," she then answered, and he wasted no time in opening his arms for her. She smiled before moving into them.

Tommy inhaled her scent as she settled in his arms. He found it odd that he couldn't really feel her, but he didn't think too much into it. He had her again. "Can I stay here with you forever?" he asked after they'd been still for a few minutes.

(Y/N) giggled as she heard his question. "I'm not sure if you'd be allowed to..." she trailed off, her smile a sight for his sore eyes.

"What do you mean?" he furrowed his brows, confused by her response.

"Wake up, Tommy," she said to him, her statement confusing him even more. In what way is that a response to my question? he wondered, but yet he couldn't ask her because she was speaking again, "Tommy..." this time her statement was accompanied with a slight shake.

Things got much brighter in the room then, so bright that it made Tommy squeeze his eyes shut. He couldn't handle the pain that it was causing in his head. When he opened his eyes again, everything was different. He was no longer in (Y/N)'s apartment, instead he was in what looked to be a rather large hospital room. He was laying down instead of sitting, and he didn't have his arms around the woman he couldn't seem to erase from his mind. But she was still in front of him.

"(Y/N)..." he said her name, his voice still groggy. He felt a heaviness in his hand and it made him glance down to find that he was holding hers. "Wha...how are you here?" he asked, his confusion apparent in his words.

"I'm your nurse, Tommy," she answered him, throwing the formalities out the window. She felt that they were past all of that.

"Are we still in France?" he asked her next. This hospital seemed to be in much better condition than the one he remembered meeting her in, but it was the only way he could make this make sense.

"No," she shook her head softly, a gentle smile on her face. This information made Tommy's brow furrowed in confusion. "I think you were having a dream, Tommy," (Y/N) spoke up when she noticed his expression.

"But you're still here..." he trailed off, voicing the part that he was most confused about. He was unsure in saying it though because he didn't want her to disappear when he admitted this observation.

"I moved from Solihull after a position opened up. I work here now," she explained to him, her answer making his confusion dissipate. He simply nodded at this new information, taking a moment to think about what it meant.

Silence fell between them after she finished speaking, and she took that as her go ahead to complete some of the tests that she was required to run.

Tommy was the one to speak after a few minutes had passed, "so you're in Birmingham for good now?" he questioned her, watching intently as she continued checking him.

"I am," she answered, not losing focus on what she was doing. Another period of silence began. (Y/N) waited until she was finished with her tasks before she looked at him again. "So the dream you had..." she started off, unsure of how she'd word the question that had been burning in her mind since he came to, "is me being here better, or worse?"

Tommy chuckled slightly at her question, "oh this is better, love. You being here now is way better than the dream," he told her, a grin tugging the corner of his lips upwards. (Y/N) smiled at his admission. "And this may be a bit straightforward, but I wanted to know if I could take you out for dinner?" he asked her then, not wanting to waste any more time in getting them reacquainted with each other, "if you don't have anyone, that is," he added to the end.

(Y/N) giggled slightly as his final statement made her think back to the first night they shared with each other. "I don't have anyone," she started, a smile forming on her face, "and I'd love to have dinner with you, but..." she trailed off then, biting on her bottom lip. Tommy sat up straighter as he waited intently for what she would say next. (Y/N) noticed this and couldn't help but smile as she delivered the rest of her statement, "we need to make sure you get healthy first."

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selencgraphy · 4 months ago

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— 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: and i’m just an arrogant son of a bitch (who can’t admit when he’s sorry)

PAIRING: jake seresin x f!original character

TAGS: bradley bradshaw pov (not necessarily a warning just an fyi), cursing, angst, not 100% proofread (so don't kill me for grammatical errors pls)

A/N: WE ARE SO BACKK!! ok so preface, this part is entirely from bradley’s pov. i touched on it briefly in the original working of this fic and i felt like i could've fleshed it out a lot more so here we are. there's also some choices that i make that i hope some of you catch ;) there’s some big changes from the og direction this story was going bc i just didn't like it but anyways, i really hope you like it! lmk your thoughts <3

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Don’t take for granted the love this life gives you. - Tim McGraw

In the 12 years Bradley Bradshaw has known Hangman, they’ve never gotten along. It was a known fact amongst almost every naval aviator around their age. So it didn’t come as a surprise that they continued to butt heads during their return to Top Gun. The light jabs at his ego and that stupid cheeky smirk that seemed to be permanently plastered across Hangman’s face were expected. Unsurprisingly enough, those expectations were fulfilled quite quickly when Bradley set foot back into the Hard Deck. What did come as a surprise, however, was how much one person could change everything.

Admittedly, he assumed Jessie ‘Dice’ Rosales would mirror Hangman at the revelation that she was his best friend—yet another pain in the ass he’d have to deal with. Having been practically attached to the hip with Hangman since she arrived, she was the last person he expected to come looking for him after his incident with Maverick. She didn’t know him, yet she was the only person besides Natasha to check in on him. How could a person so caring as her be so close to someone who seem to care less? There it was again. Assumptions and expectations.

“I know who he is to you. Who Maverick is to you.” At that, Bradley’s eyebrows furrowed, and for the first time since she had come to check in on him, he finally really looked at her. She was sat across from him in the same position—her knees pulled slightly to her chest, arms resting on top of them with her hands clasped—but now in her civilian clothes, hair down and slightly damp. “How?”

She scoffed. “S’not a hard connection to make when he’s standing next to someone that looks just like you also named Bradshaw in the class of ’86 photo in the rec room. Only a matter of time before someone else takes a good look at that old picture and puts two and two together.” He hummed. He’d forgotten it was there. Since he saw it for the first time when he went through Top Gun himself a few years ago, he’d avoided that part of the rec room like the plague. When he didn’t speak, she continued. “What doesn’t make sense to me though is the bad blood…” Just as he was quick to dismiss her, Jessie was even quicker to cut him off so she could finish. “I didn’t want to push because that’s your own business, but I won’t let you do reckless shit because of it. I know you don’t like Jake—and me by extension—but this is gonna be a team. A team that’s about to be sent out on what seems like a suicide mission. So get your head in the fucking game, Bradshaw.”

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It was awkward trying to do a team bonding exercise the following day after his and Hangman’s altercation. “Dog fight football,” Maverick called it which seemed like a horrible concept upon introduction. But then he found himself holding Bob on his shoulders an hour or so later, the brightest smile on his face. By the time they finished, the Hard Deck was open for business, most of them making their way over to the bar. Just as he was making his way over, a voice called over from by the water. “Bradshaw!”

He wasn’t sure why he stopped in his tracks. Bradley knew who it was. Why he decided he’d give Hangman more of his time just so the other could boast he couldn’t tell you. “What d’you want, Hangman?”

The annoyance in Bradley’s voice was sharp and heavy, something that came automatically after years of dealing with him. It didn’t take him long to catch up to Bradley. He waited for a snarky remark about his football skills. Honestly, he expected everything else besides the words that actually came out of the other man’s mouth. “I’m sorry.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“Look, I know we’ve never been friendly but what I said yesterday was beyond fucked up. If I could take it back, I would. I’m sorry.” It’s as if the man who stood before him was another person who wore Hangman’s face. Bradley was so taken aback, all he did was stare at him. Considering how long he’d known Hangman, the words I’m sorry didn’t seem to be in his vocabulary. Before he could figure out what to say, Hangman continued. “I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just- I’m really sorry.”

“Jake!” The voice caused both of them to look over at the owner of the voice. There stood Jessie, two beers in hand. “Yeah?” Hangman replied back.

“Beers getting warm!” At that, Hangman gave Bradley a pat on the shoulder and wistful smile before jogging over to where Jessie stood. It was just two words. Two normal words that he’s heard countless times throughout his life. After each of his parent’s deaths. After someone accidentally bumps into him. Yet those very two words seem to completely changed his entire opinion on the man he thought he had all figured out. Bradley watched as Hangman threw an arm around her as she handed him his bottle. It was like deja vu to a memory from his youth he only vaguely remembered. Not that he was old enough to actually remember much about his father but the amount of stories recounted after his passing, at some point it began to feel like he could, but they were always blurry images just out of reach. Is this how Maverick feels when he looks at him?

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With each training session and the mission date growing ever so closer, it felt as if the mission was impossible. Each failure felt more brutal than the last. Then their timeline shrunk. The stress of the job took away from their socialization, nights now ending with faces falling flat on pillows immediately after work more often than not. When the news of Admiral Kazansky’s passing reached Bradley, he was in the middle of a heated argument with Maverick. Besides Maverick and his mother, Iceman was always there. Uncle Ice he used to call him.

As nice as the city of San Diego was, Bradley couldn't help the sliver of hatred he held for it. It’s beauty, unfortunately, tainted by loss to which he now had to add yet another person to the list. His dad. His mom. Now Uncle Ice. Bradley planned on seeing him while he was out here at one point. His mom kept telling him to not take things, especially things that he loved, for granted. Why didn’t he listen?

In a flash, it was time for them to head out. To Admiral Simpson’s dismay, Maverick was appointed team leader after his little stunt after having basically been fired. That left him the choices of two foxtrot teams and one wingman. “Payback and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob.”

Breaths that were held by foxtrot squads were released, some of relief and some of disappointment. All that was left was who Maverick wanted as his wingman. There were only a few left to pick. Rooster. Hangman. Dice. Omaha. Coyote. The tension in the air as they waited for Maverick was choking them. In those few seconds, Bradley ran through the chances he'd be chosen, pulling from both professional and personal reasoning. Their personal issues kept outweighing everything else in his mind. “Rooster.”

The color drained out of his face. His body shook as he took in a sharp breath. Even being so stuck in his head, he noticed how Hangman's body shook and then immediately tensed when Mav announced his name instead of his. When they were dismissed, it was as if someone had flipped the autopilot switch. If you had looked at him for longer than a second, you could see the absence in his eyes. It was a given that he’d be nervous. This mission could kill him. Maybe Hangman was right. He flew comfortably. He was good, but he took the easy road and nothing about this mission was easy.

A gentle hand pulled him from his thoughts. The words she spoke were as if she had read his mind. “You got this. Maverick chose you for a reason. Just fly.”

The deck was crowded, everyone preparing the Daggers for takeoff. Hangman walked in his path, his jaw clenched. Since that night a few weeks ago, he couldn't read him anymore. The small glimpse at genuineness shattered his whole perspective on the man. The change was subtle but immense. Micro expressions he used to gloss over seemed to be the only things he noticed now. Judgment that once was clouded by anger and annoyance morphed into understanding. “You give ‘em hell,” he yelled over the roaring engines of their jets. Then he was gone. Maybe if he got out of this alive, he'd give Jake Seresin a chance.

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It was a rare sight to see the two rivaling pilots smiling at each other, let alone shaking each other’s hands. Jake Seresin just saved his and Mav’s life—it was the least he could do. “Chalked yourself another kill,” Bradley remarked with a smile.

“That makes two.” Natasha pointed out as she shook her head, a similar grin on her own face. “Mav has five—makes him an ace.” Bradley turned back to look at Jake and shrugged. He and Jake shared a mutual pat on the shoulder and nod of respect before going their separate ways.

Soon enough, they were all back on solid ground and celebrating at the Hard Deck. After playing a few songs on the piano and a few rounds of pool, he stepped outside to get some fresh air. The combination of Iceman’s death and Bradley’s own near-death experience gave him a sense of clarity. Choices that he made in his life he wished he should and shouldn’t have made. People that he’s pushed away. People that he’s kept an arm’s length away. Childish grudges. Despite being only 38 years old, Bradley Bradshaw was a man of many regrets. But that wasn’t what he sat in on the beach thinking about. He spent the entire trip back home reflecting on that. No, he was thinking about the two people that reminded him of his parents just a week ago. So many people over the years have told Bradley that he reminds them of his father, a statement he never quite believed. Sure, he looked like his old man with the Hawaiian button downs and mustache, but that was where the resemblance ended. Nick and Carole Bradshaw seemed to be a rarity in the world. Then he met Jessie Rosales and saw the way she and Jake Seresin looked at each other. The glances when the other wasn’t looking that lasted longer than they should have, but it was never his business. He had just met Jessie, and Jake wasn’t his friend. He still wasn’t—at least not yet—but she was now. A good one at that. Now with the regret of not getting the chance to truly reconcile with Maverick having plagued his mind just mere days ago, he couldn’t help projecting those feelings onto them. Bradley had taken so many things for granted in his life, a mistake he’ll spend the rest of his life making up for. It’s not like he’s playing matchmaker, he just wanted to give them a little push.

So when familiar footsteps crunched across the sand behind him, he made up his mind. She took a seat next to him in the sand. “Alright, Bradshaw?”

He hummed and took a sip of the beer he’d been nursing since he sat outside. “Just watching the sun set.” Nodding her head, she pulled her knees up against her chest, rested her chin on top of them and looked out to the water. He appreciated how understanding she was during moments like this. There wasn’t a need to check up on him nor was there a need for her to stay here and sit in silence with him yet here she was. That contrast between her and her best friend bewildered him at first but the idea that they were polar opposites seemed to fade the more time he spent around them. “Tell me about you and Hang- Jake. You and Jake.”

She smiled at the question. “Well,” she started. “What do you wanna know?”

What did he want to know? “How long have you been in love with him?” At that, she almost spit out her drink from the shock at the question Bradley posed. “Wh-what?”

“Do I really need to repeat myself, Dice?”

She looked back to the Hard Deck and at the man in question through the window as he played pool before she turned and shook her head. “S’not like that, Rooster.”

Bradley let out a huff at her denial. “He’s in love with you too, ya know.”

“No, he’s not.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because we’ve known each other for over twenty years!” Her voice quickly raised in frustration at Bradley’s insistence before returning to her usual calm demeanor. “We’ve known each other since we were kids, Bradley. I can’t even remember what my life was like before I met him. If he was in love with me, he would have said something by now. I’d rather have him as a friend than not at all.”

Bradley let out a sigh and paused for a moment to figure out how to continue the conversation. As they sat in silence, both of them turned to watch the sun set. Just as the star appeared to hit the horizon did Bradley speak again. “Mav used to love telling me stories about my dad after he died. How he basically begged my mom to give him a chance. How the look in his eyes when his gaze was set on her was always the same—a look of love and adoration. I didn’t believe him ’til I looked at the polaroids Mav used to sneak of them when they weren’t looking. For years, I thought that I was never gonna find two people that looked at each other like that—loved each other as much as they did. That is until I saw you and him.”

“Brad…”

He quickly cut her off, speaking without abandon so all she could do was listen to him. “He loves you, Jess. Why he hasn’t said anything is beyond me. It’s so unbearably obvious that you both are in love with each other even if you don’t see it yourself. What I’ve learned these past few days is that you can’t take things for granted, especially things—people that you love. I know what it feels like to regret not holding onto and cherishing the time I had with people who cared for me. I don’t want you make that same mistake.” When he finished and he looked back at her, it was hard to tell how she felt about his tangent with the way her eyebrows furrowed. He hasn’t known her long enough to know if this specific crease in her forehead came from anger, shock, or sadness. Maybe it was all of the above?

“I don’t wanna lose him,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“You won’t,” he reassured without hesitation. For the decade that Bradley has known Hangman, he was so sure of himself that he understood who the other man was. He was the one who created that stupid story behind his callsign that everyone but Jake retells after all. But in the month he’s been around him and Jess, that philosophy was flipped on it’s head. Jake Seresin wasn’t the douchebag he thought he was.

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 2 months ago

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 18

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. This chapter is a little heavier (as is the story going forward, but I'll include potential triggers for each chapter as relevant), so please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: none

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Despite only getting a few hours sleep, I feel energised throughout my shift. The memories of last night filter through my mind whenever I get a brief chance to slow down as I’m making coffees, heating pastries and cleaning tables. The night may not have gone exactly the way I’d hoped, and there are parts I wish happened differently, but the way he made me feel overpowers all of it. I try to keep myself from getting carried away, but for the first time in years I feel butterflies and like I have hope.

I’m full of nervous energy as I practically skip back to my apartment and clean every inch. Despite him already seeing it in its normal chaotic state, I want to make a better impression tonight. While I’m still terrified to take any serious steps and make any promises, the light, weightless feeling of premature infaturation is intoxicating. Once I’m satisfied with the state of the apartment, I shower, change into a comfy but nice sweater and jeggings. I let my hair fall naturally over my shoulders and put on a light layer of lip gloss. I light the fireplace before leaning anxiously against the bench as I finally text Jensen.

HeyThis is me texting you when I finish work

You need a chance to rest or rehearse or anything?

Wasn’t the plan for us to do that together?

Just making sure You can change your mind, you know? If you’re too tired or too busy I understand

It’s just one more night, right?

If you’re sure I really want to see you, but I don’t want to overwhelm you

I’m ok, JensenI’d like to see you too

Alright, See you in 30? Any preferences for dinner? Or things I should avoid?

You’re not gonna get a Texan brisket in NYCSo, surprise me

Good thing I’ve had time to research

Almost an hour passes before I finally hear a knock. I stop pacing and rush across the well worn track to the door. I glance through the peephole before opening the door.

“I am so sorry! I ran into some fans at the restaurant and I couldn’t get away. I should’ve send Clif in. I just-”

I pull him in for a hug. “I thought…” He wraps his arms around me.

“You thought I was standing you up…I’m sorry. I should’ve texted you from the car.”

I pull back and pace back to the kitchen and lean against the counter. “No, that’s just me overreacting again. Things happen, you’re famous, I should just expect it.”

He places the take away bag on the counter and puts one of his hands over mine. “And why would you expect it? Life happens to everyone, but I don’t make a habit of being late. And it’s my fault for not texting.”

“You don’t owe me that. By my own fault, you’re not…we’re not…”

“With or without a label, we had plans. Plans that are now going cold. Let me make it up to you with…” he pulls out the cardboard take away containers out of the bag and opens them one at a time.

I read the label on the lids. “Dallas Barbecue! You went all the way to Times Square? No wonder you got mobbed by fans!”

“You were missing home, and I know Dallas isn’t Houston, but we do Barbecue too. Now, whether the people here can do it well, the jury’s still out on that, but we’re gonna find out. We got a good selection to try. We’ve got baby back ribs, sirloin steak, roast chicken, crispy wings, a barbecue brisket burger, and because I’m a bit of a stickler for health food, salad and roast veggies.”

“This is way too much food, Jensen…”

“We get through what we can and you get the rest for tomorrow night. Budding actresses can’t be against leftovers.”

“I just can’t believe you got all this just because I was missing home.”

“It’s not just that. Texan food is the best. Let’s just hope they do it justice.” He picks up a wing. “Now help me eat this before it goes cold and we don’t get a good test.”

I sit beside him at the island bench and we both just eat straight from the containers. As we test each dish we critique it, but my opinions are likely skewed as it’s been so long since I’ve been home. Eventually he gets up to grab a knife from the knifeblock and cuts the burger in half.

“Alright, it’s brisket time!” He says as he rubs his hands together. He hands me half before picking the other half up himself. “So far it’s been an alright substitute but this here is the real test.”

After packing the outstanding amount of leftovers away in airtight containers in the fridge we collapse on the couch feeling entirely full, bloated and satisfied. He stretches his arms out along the back of the couch as he spreads out. I can feel his fingers lightly tickling my shoulder and neck. I stretch my head to the opposite side to give him more access.

“I’m glad you didn’t hold back tonight. You were matching bite for bite with me. That’s sexy. I don’t know many girls who can do that. Especially when it comes to a big Texan dinner like that.”

“There’s so much left…I feel so bloated.”

“It’s just been too long since you’ve been to Texas, but I’d say you did amazing. You can take the girl out of Texas…”

“I wanna go back, I do…But…”

“But you also wanna make it on Broadway? I was the same, with acting I mean. I loved Texas, I didn’t really want to leave, but I knew if I wanted to give acting a shot I had to go to LA. My dad gave me one year, otherwise I’d have to come home and go to college.”

“College boy, huh? What would you’ve studied?”

“Sports medicine. You ever consider studying?”

“I guess you could say I considered it…” I turn on the couch so I’m leaning against the armrest so I can look at him while we talk. I go to cross my legs but he pulls them over his thighs and runs his hands over my covered calves. I try to focus on what I was saying instead of the reawakened butterflies. “I’ve been taking acting classes, but I was also thinking about taking some psych and sociology classes this year. ”

“You been analysing me?”

I shake my head. “I mean part of the human condition is to form opinions and make judgements. But no, I haven’t decided or started yet.”

“I guess it will depend on the audition, right?”

“Yeah…”

Noticing me relaxing a little more, he slowly slips his fingers under the fabric of my socks to massage my skin. He watches me to gauge my reaction before continuing. While I’m distracted he asks, “What was the monolgue again?”

I almost recite it, but stop myself at the last second. “Nice try, Ackles.”

“You said you needed to practice. I might not have any official training, but I can give you notes as a friend and fellow actor.”

As he softly drags his thumb down over my instep I let out an involuntary sigh and bite my lip as the relaxation and tingling feeling runs up my legs to my core. The feeling instantly brings me to my senses and I try to pull my foot out out grip but he holds on. He hushes me as he continues to gently massage them. “It’s alright. Stay here with me. No walls. I won’t go any higher, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just not-”

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s a foot rub, nothing more. I’m not…” He shakes his head as his hands still. “I said I’d wait for you and I meant it. It’s just…You were relaxing and opening up to me. It’s like you’ve got these automatic doors and they open up so briefly and then they slam shut on me. And I understand you need time. It’s just hard to resist when you give me the green light, no matter how brief, but I have no intention of taking advantage of you or making you feel uncomfortable.” He lifts his hands to let me make the next move.

I nod and make the conscious decision to try and relax and let him in. I don’t move my legs. I reach for the remote but don’t turn the TV on yet. “You don’t make me feel uncomfortable. The opposite actually. I just overthink. I get in my head and…”

“We all do sometimes. I think we need a embarrassment-free, stress-free safe word. Whenever you’re starting to get overwhelmed you say the word and I’ll stop, we take a breath. And I don’t just mean with physical stuff like now, on the phone, via text, anytime. If the conversation is too much, we change the subject or we discuss what’s going on in your head.”

I nod as I consider his suggestion. After a few moments of silence I say, “Brisket.”

“That’s my girl, how Texan of you. I love it. So, whenever you start to feel anything’s too much you just say brisket.”

“Thank you.”

“So, honestly…If I do this?” He rubs his hand over my calves down to my feet and rubs his fingers gently over the top of my feet and around over the instep. I let the feeling wash over me and relax. He smiles and continues when I don’t use the word.

It’s almost midnight when the credits roll on the random movie we picked. Jensen turns off the TV and then, despite feeling guilty, crouches down beside me, and brushes my hair away from my face. He quietly says, “The movie’s finished, Darlin’”. I grumble out something unintelligible and scoot down the couch. “You should go to bed.” When I don’t move he gets up and looks around for a blanket. He finds one folded up in the corner, and he spreads it over my body. “Sleep well, Darlin’. I’ll try to come back and visit you soon.” He softly kisses the top of my head. “I’ll text you in the morning.” It takes all of his willpower to pull away and walk out the door not knowing when he’ll see me again.

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omegasimpsstuff · 1 year ago

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Insecure

Summary: Now that Kota Ibushi is back you found yourself insecure and jealous

I finally have some time so I decided to write the story instead.

Warnings: smut, minors DNI, 18+

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You were sat on the couch next to your boyfriend, Kenny. He was watching some show and you were scrolling on your phone.

“Have you ever watched this show before” he asked turning his head to look at you

“Nope” you replied briefly not even looking up from your phone. Suddenly the sound of the show stopped and he set the remote down.

“Ok what’s up? You’ve been acting strange for days” he asked as he placed his hand on your leg.

You go to open your mouth and be immediately cuts you off

“Don’t say it’s nothing”

“I don’t know. I know it’s about you and Kota… ever since you guys reunited it’s like, I constantly feel like I could be replaced at any moment” you said with a sigh, embarrassed at yourself for even feeling like this.

“You think I’m gonna leave you for Kota?” He said with a raised eyebrow

“I am worried that you’d be happier with him then me, I mean it’s not even a question that you’ve known him longer, you like the same things, you have the same job… he knows things that I wouldn’t” you could feel tears in the corner of your eyes as you said it.

Just as quickly as you said it, Kenny was off the couch and picked you up, carrying you up the stairs.

He threw you on the bed and got on top of you

“You have nothing to worry about baby, let me show you” he said as he lifted up your shirt. His mouth quick to latch onto your nipple. A moan instantly falling off of your lips.

His teeth biting your nipple causing you to wince in pain but it quickly turned to pleasure, the pain adding to the wetness collecting in your panties.

“God I love that you’re a little pain slut” he whispered as he pulled down your shorts and panties.

He then did the same to himself, and started pumping his cock

“Spread your legs, I wanna see my perfect pussy” he said quietly and seductively, earning a groan from him as you did just that, his half hard cock twitching at the sight and was now fully hard.

He got on top of you and started kissing your neck, his fingers teasing your entrance.

“Kenny please… I need you” you moaned out, that was all he needed to hear as he slammed into you without any warning causing you to scream in ecstasy.

“Is this what you wanted baby, you wanted my huge cock slamming into you?” He asked as his pace got faster. You could barely answer you could just nod your head in agreement.

“Oh god you fuck me so good” you said barely able to recognize your voice, it sounded needy and desperate and by all means you were.

“Yeah I do, the only person I’ll ever fuck like this, the only person I want in the world” he said reassuring you again that you have no reason to be worried.

His dick was like a drug to you. Reveling in the feeling of him taking it out all the way and slamming it right back in with all his force.

You were a moaning mess and he loved it, each one of your perfect moans egging him on to go harder and faster.

“Does my cock feel good baby” he asked with a smug smirk

“God yes!! So fucking good!” You yelled unable to control your volume at this point, but you didn’t care, not in the slightest, the pleasure was far too good.

Your walls started to clench around him signaling your close.

“C’mon baby, cum all over my cock, make a fucking mess” he groaned out.

“Oh god I’m cumming!” You yelled as the knot in your stomach finally released. Kenny wasn’t too far behind as he started spewing out cuss words.

He filled you with his cum, adding to the mess you had already made.

As you both came down from your highs he slid out of you and made his way down, holding your legs open and you felt his hot breathe on your pussy.

He started cleaning you up perfectly with his tongue, swirling it, sucking on your clit. Your body was on fire from the overstimulation.

He finally pulled his head away and laid next to you.

“Your the love of my life Y/N, you have nothing to worry about” he said as he pulled you close to him

“I love you” you replied. Suddenly you heard the door to the guest room down the hall open. Your eyes widened in horror and embarrassment

“Was kota here the entire time” you asked as your face grew red from the embarrassment

“I guess so… but hey, at least now he knows that I’m yours” he said with a chuckle as you slapped his chest.

(I’m probably gonna be late to work I really got into this lmao)

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cha-melodius · 1 year ago

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Tagged by @kiwiana-writes and @iboatedhere, thanks as always! I did write a new scene in the YGM AU over the last couple of days, but it's something I'd rather keep under wraps for now. So instead you get a piece that I wrote over the weekend, when I couldn't stop staring at this fanart by @shirmirart. This is not a The Notebook AU (as you'll no doubt be able to tell) but instead part of one of my fandom fest prompt fills, where I've carefully clipped out any identifying contextual information lmao.

He thinks he might scream Alex’s name as he scrambles to his feet, slipping on the wet grass more than once and adding more mud to his already bloodstained pale linen trousers, but then he’s running again, nearly as frantic as before. Alex takes off too, the moment he sees Henry, and they close the distance between them in the blink of an eye. In his wild, unbridled relief, all of Henry’s sensibility deserts him and he leaps into Alex’s arms, and somehow Alex catches him. Grabs him around the waist and hauls him up, until Henry’s legs are wrapped around his hips and Alex’s fingers are digging into his thigh. Henry doesn’t think, doesn’t hesitate; he grabs onto Alex, hands cradling the back of his head, and pulls him into a desperate, messy kiss. Their lips slide together, slick with the rain and out of sync, but then Alex is kissing him back, and it’s everything. Alex parts his lips so their mouths fit perfectly together, lets Henry’s tongue slide into the heat of his mouth, and catches Henry’s upper lip between his teeth and tugs. Henry’s fingers twine into Alex’s wet curls, and he feels more than hears the vibration of Alex’s answering moan as Alex’s grip goes tighter at his waist. “Christ, Alex,” Henry breathes raggedly into the gaps between their kisses, “I didn’t know— I thought— You were gone, and I—” “I’m here, sweetheart,” Alex murmurs before chasing after his lips and capturing them in another soft press. “I’m here. It’s ok. We’re ok.” “Are we?” Henry asks with a little, hysterical laugh. “I’ve got you,” Alex insists. The arm around Henry’s waist tightens, as if to drive the point home. “We’re gonna get out of this. Do you trust me?”

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an1meslvt · 2 years ago

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|all i need and more|

tag: toxic!shuriri x blackfemreader

warnings: toxic themes, smut (18+), love making, semi rough sex, praise kink, housewife! reader, dom!shuriri, fluff at the end:)

translations: xhosa: meholwni-hello, sthandwa-my love, yintoni engalunganga-what’s wrong, masikugcine sithandwa sam-let us take care of you my love, usana-baby

summary: shuri and riri have been missing out on important milestones in your marriage…but they try to fix it :)

“goddess y/n, queen shuri has ordered me to tell you that her and ms williams will be late for dinner tonight. she is also waiting on hologram as we speak. would you like to speak to her?” you sighed out of frustration. “yea griot. thank you.” “my pleasure.” the ai said before showing shuri’s sweet face.

“mholweni sthandwa. i’m sorry about tonight. me and riri ran into a problem.” she said sadly. “yea i understand shuri…is that all?” you said dryly, causing shuri to look confused. “yintoni engalunganga, y/n?” shuri asked. you took a deep breath before speaking.

“nothing shuri. i have to go, see you whenever.” you pressed a button on your kimoyo beads to hang up the call. you let out a disappointed huff as you began to put dinner away.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

it was now later at night and you were watching an old sitcom from the 90’s. you stuck a few chips in your mouth as you laughed at the jokes that were told. your laughter was interrupted as the front door opened, revealing an irritated riri, and a tired shuri.

“oh wow! look who decided to come home.” you said sarcastically, turning your attention back to the television. “y/n we just worked 12 hours straight. could you give us a break please?” riri said as she took off her shoes. “riri…do you even know what day it is?” you asked, looking at her expectingly.

“it’s wednesday y/n.” she said confused. you laughed in disbelief. “ok. shuri do you know what day it is?” shuri said the same thing as riri, causing you to shake your head. “griot, what’s today?” you asked the ai.

“today is the anniversary of you, ms. williams, and the queen’s marriage, goddess y/n.” you thanked griot and looked up at shuri and riri. their faces feigned realization as they listened to griot.

“o-oh- y/n baby i-” you cut riri off. “no! i don’t wanna hear it. all the other times i let this shit slide because i know how hard you guys work. but our anniversary?!?! really?!?! you missed christmas and my birthday and a gave you a little leniency, but this, i can’t. the one day for all of us and you miss it. i honestly can’t do this.”

you began to walk upstairs before riri and shuri stopped you. “y/n…we are so sorry. we lost track of time! we didn’t mean to hurt you.” shuri said, rubbing your arm. riri stepped as well. “i’m sorry, ma. i completely forgot. me and shuri were so caught up in work that we didn’t even think about our anniversary. how can we make it up to you?” you shook your head and continued to walk up the stairs, shuri and riri right behind you.

“honestly, there’s nothing you can do or say right now. i just need time. let me sleep it off.” you got curled up into bed, laying your head your pillow. “come on, usana. there has to be something we can do.” shuri said as she and riri climbed into bed with you.

“i think i know what’ll cheer her up, shuri.” riri smirked, sliding her hands up your shirt to feel your plump breast. adding to the pleasure, shuri began to grind on your back side, her hands slipping into your panties. riri hungrily kissed your lips and shuri made hickeys all over your neck. “masikugcine sithandwa sam.” shuri said huskily in your ear, causing you to let out a quiet whimper.

༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

you laid between shuri and riri, both of them giving you amazing sensations. they both laid on either side of you, riri rubbing your swollen clit, and shuri pumping in two fingers.

“oh my god!” you gasped. “please don’t stop!” riri and shuri chuckled at your pleading. “we’re not gonna stop mama, just keep cumming for us.” riri said as she rubbed your clit faster. “are you gonna cum again sthandwa? cum for us baby, make a mess for your wives.” shuri said, pumping her fingers faster.

“w-wait! it’s too much! t-to m-much!” you cried, overstimulation getting the best of you. “come on, ma. just one more then shuri’s gonna eat that pretty pussy. don’t you want her tongue deep inside?” riri teased and shuri felt you tighten up.

you saw nothing but white as your orgasm hit you like a train. “oh there we go! let it out usana!” shuri said as she continued to move her fingers at a fast pace, making you squirt. “oh yea that’s it! keep squirting for us ma!” riri said as she rubbed your clit vigorously. you could couldn’t control your moans as your orgasm reached its peak.

finally, riri and shuri’s hands stopped, causing you to relax. “you did so good for us, usana. color?” shuri cooed as she kissed your cheek. “green.” you whimpered, still sensitive from your orgasm. “alright, ma. we need you to cum for us one more time, then we’re done, ok?” riri asked, causing you to nod.

shuri slid down between your legs, placing your thighs on her shoulders. “you ready, usana?” shuri asked, rubbing your thigh gently. you let out a faint “yes.” before she dug in. your hips bucked as you felt shuri’s tongue flick your clit.

“mmmm shuriiii!” you moaned as her tongue dipped inside of you. the way she skillfully moved the wet muscle around your pussy made you see stars. to top it all off, riri was whispering dirty things in your ear, making things all the more pleasing.

shuri moaned into your pussy as she felt you clench around her tongue. “are you about to cum? mama? gonna make a mess for us?” riri said into your ear, making you whine. “yes baby i’m gonna cum!” you moaned loudly, as your release began to seep into shuri’s mouth.

you grabbed her hair as you began to grind against her face. “fuck! i’m gonna cum again!” you screamed, making shuri and riri moan.

“oh shittt!” your body shook uncontrollably and your eyes rolled back into your head. you fell back against the sheets as shuri emerged from in between your legs. “good job sthandwa. gimme a color” shuri spoke softly. “g-green.” you choked out as you caught your breath.

“you did so good, baby.” riri mumbled into your neck. shuri patted your thigh lightly with a smile as she got up. “i’m gonna go get us some water, then we can all take a bath together.” she said before she walked downstairs. “i love you, ma.” “i love you too, riri.”

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

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author: hey guys. toxic! shuriri won so i’m posting this one first! i hope you guys like it! please leave requests! 💕🫶🏾

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earthtoharlow · 2 years ago

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SERIES MASTERLIST

THATGIRLSTACEY

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thatgirlstacey: never fazed by what my old flings gotta say 💯💯

📸 : my hubby

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jackharlow: never ever

user: so Jack wasn’t kissing a white girl in the club?

user: I want better for you

user: you a bitch but one thing about that face card…

neelamthadhani: let ‘em know sis!

user: you need to leave that white boy!

user: you know what i understand Jack I really do

druski: I know your man does but do you cheat as well 👀

user: druski outta pocket 🤣🤣🤣

haileybieber: I’m so in love with you 😍

user: you seem kinda fazed idk

JACKHARLOW

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jackharlow: if “just throw it in the bag” was a person 🙄🫠

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user: oh so you remembered you have a child

user: such a cutie!!!

user: I’ll be a step mom

user: that jacket tho !!

thatgirlstacey: you love it tho 🤭

user: I’m happy you took the time out your busy cheating schedule to hang out with your daughter

urbanwyatt: my favorite niece!

jackharlow: she’s your only niece

thatgirlstacey: hopefully not for too long 🙃

jackharlow: 😬

THATGIRLSTACEY

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thatgirlstacey: you could say it was love at first sight 😍 tbt

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user: so he met Stacey first?

user: uh

user: you a big loser

user: he trying to figure out who to you are

user: so he’s known her before he started dating Y/N???

jaydawayda: I remember this night 😍😍

user: goals !!

jackharlow: forever glad we reconnected

JACKHARLOW

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jackharlow: all I need in this life of sin

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user: y’all been posting each other a lot lately, which one of you cheated 🤣

barbieblank: what a beautiful family…

user: I love when Jack remembers he’s a father

user: I love Willow 😍😍😍

user: guess Drizzy was lying about that white girl 🫠

neelamthadhani: 🥹🫶

user: I guess Jack is actually loyal this time

THESHADEROOM

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theshaderoom: uh oh looks like #StaceyJames Harlow is finally getting her lick back! Stacey was seen drunkenly leaving the club kissing a mystery man! I wonder what’s going through #JackHarlow’s head right now 👀

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user: HOLY SHIT!!!!

user: Jack deserves this tbh

user: that Y/N voodoo

user: how could she do this to him :(

user: ok but someone find out who the dude is he kinda fine

user: Y/N and Drake is somewhere laughing

user: I love karma

user: *pretends to be shocked*

user: SLUT

user: these hoes ain’t loyal

THESHADEROOM

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theshaderoom: whew chile! The drama never stops in the Harlow household! According to fitness model, #BarbieBlank, #JackHarlow is the father of her 6 month old, Noah! A couple weeks ago, #Drake stepped into #StaceyJames Harlow’s comments claiming he saw Jack with a white girl in the club! By the looks of it, it might’ve been Barbie! Just yesterday, we broke the news that Stacey was seen kissing another man. We hope this is all one big misunderstanding!

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user: I’m so fucking dead

user: bruh

user: this drama is better than any reality tv show

user: oh Y/N voodoo is working overtime!!

user: only person I feel bad for is poor Willow, and Noah

user: pray for them y’all, cause they damn sure gonna need it

user: Jack never heard of condoms? God damn

user: Jack is the reason why they teach sex education in schools

user: how does he find the time

user: glad y/n is away from this !!!

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livlepretre · 2 months ago

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Omfg this was such a crazy chapter I don’t even know where to start?!?!?!?!!!?!

Ok Klaus using and abusing Stefan while he is at his lowest and then throwing him out like a smoked cigarette???? (btw thank you so much for that cigarette scene, definitely got some fanny flutters from that one and the characterization of Klaus in that scene???? Absolute perfection). Anyways, I’m not even a huge Stefan fan but him in this chapter absolutely broke me, it literally brought me to tears. Ok I hope I’m wrong about this because I’m the biggest Klaus apologist, but was he raping Stefan during those 3 days? (I know he was and has been this whole time but I am refusing to accept it).

Ok let’s get to Elena - MY GIRL CHEATED “AGAIN”💀💀💀 I need Klaus’ reaction to this I feel like he’s gonna pick on her so hard for that. Of course, I don’t wish that on my girl Elena, but I will always take any Klena scene I can get.

Look, I don’t agree with cheating in any circumstance, and I think Elena was wrong for not stopping Stefan, she shouldn’t have given him her body with the sole intention of saving him (thank God it worked) and it wasn’t a good way for him to cope with his emotions either. He’s very unstable at this moment, but I choose to believe there was another way she could have reached him. Having sex with him likely only added to both of their confusion about their relationship. It seemed like Elena didn’t truly want to, but felt it was what he needed—the promise of a lover—to bring him back with her. But pleaseeee give us some insight on this scene because it was actually an insane turn of events that I didn’t expect at all.

Another question I have about this scene is about him saying I love you to her. Did he fall in love with her during these years with his humanity switch off, since the wiping of the memories??

Also, I feel bad for Rebekah, her anger at Elena is justified, especially now that she has given her a bit more insight on what she has been doing with Kol (this ain’t the whole truth tho, Rebekah you are not fooling us). Of course this doesn’t excuse any of her past and present behavior, and her withholding information about Jeremy to punish Elena when she was the one that brought up the subject is absolutely disgusting. What did surprise me though, is the fact that she agreed to sharing her with Stefan, especially since she declined to get with Elena if she was still in love with Klaus - she refused to share her affections with her brother. I wonder how she would react to having to share her with Klaus on top of that??? Only time will tell but I don’t know how I’ll manage to resist that long🫠🫠

Ok so in conclusion, this chapter solidified my theory that they’re all gonna end up in some sort of quadruple (I was trying to deny the polyamorous Elena Gilbert tag but oh well, as long as Klena is endgame, I’ll be ok). I’m also soooo excited about the witch drama that is approaching AHHH I CAN’T WAIT

Such a brilliant chapter, I’m so grateful you updated and shared it with us, I hope you’re feeling better because you deserve the best❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Literally I felt like I was holding my mind together with both hands writing this. This entire sequence has been in my brain for yearssssss and actually getting to the part where Stefan has to face the consequences of the past few years, and he and Elena have that encounter in his old apartment, and Rebekah repeats Elena's line?!?!?!!? Actually surreal for me.

Anyway on to more serious matters.

You bring up a really serious question about consent, especially how it pertains to Klaus.

I think Klaus's relationship with Stefan-- throughout-- is basically all under dubious consent.

I still think that the most enlightening conversation about this is way back in chapter 12, when Elena first learns that Stefan is sleeping with Klaus:

“Do you have feelings for him too, then?” It’s not quite what she wants to say. She wants to say, Do you love him? How many people must I share you with? “It’s not romantic. Not like it is between Bex and me.” Not like it is between Bex and me. It’s a better and worse answer than she had been hoping for. “What is it then, just physical?” She pauses. “Is it consensual?” Is he using you? Is he using you because of me? “As consensual as anything with Klaus ever is. And no, it’s not just physical. It’s just not about romance, per se.” When she offers him a blank look, he elaborates. “Klaus likes to be in control. He’s possessive of those he’s close to, and he expresses that physically. He sees me as his brother, someone he wants to be very close to.”

It's a vague answer, because Stefan understands that he is stuck in Klaus's circle whether he wants to be or not-- he can't just walk away-- but at the same time, he's not saying no. In fact, he is often saying an enthusiastic yes, which he affirms in the same exchange.

Elena presses her fingers to her temples. And then, because she cannot help herself, and because her dream was so vivid, she asks, “Do you like having sex with him?” “When he’s in a good mood.”

So, I don't really think of it as Klaus raping Stefan this entire fic--but I do think the ethics are extremely fucked up. Like, even if Stefan enjoys having sex with Klaus, it's still waaayyyyy fucked that Stefan cannot leave.

During the three days, Klaus was interested in having sex with Stefan, not in spite of Stefan's emotional suffering, but because of it. He was using Stefan as a stand-in for Elena and was ultimately not satisfied by the results, because Stefan isn't Elena. He can only be himself.

I think honestly Stefan was not in a good head space, but then, he was in a terrible head space when he slept with Elena, too. He wasn't telling Klaus no or even fending him off, more like... allowing himself to be coaxed into sex even while he wept over his past deeds because he needed any lifeline he could get, and Klaus understood this and manipulated the situation to his own ends.

This entire discussion gets into something I do feel about vampires, which is that it's preposterous to have characters who MURDER and TORTURE and EAT PEOPLE and to pretend that they would not be fine with/entertained by raping people. So honestly I just assume that these extremely evil beings are actually evil, and that even if they are not doing these things right now, on screen, or to Elena (arguable at best), it's still something they have all done. Hell, we saw it on screen with Damon and Caroline in season 1. I think the horror of the vampire as a supernatural being is how they devour people in every aspect-- they drain their blood, they drain them sexually (succubus and incubus, but also, compelled sex, sex as violence, etc), and they drain them psychologically (mind control is soooo fucked up). There's something about the undead having these horrifying unceasing appetites that definitely ramps it up.

As for Elena... yeah, I think it's interesting that she's not really trying all that hard to engage in a monogamous relationship. Like, I don't see her sweating too hard about the several times she and Klaus have made out in recent history. On the other hand, I also wonder if she would have done that/been tempted by that if she did not suspect Rebekah of cheating on her with Stefan (and isn't it terrible how no one will even give her the satisfaction of a straight answer on that?)

I think for Klaus it's going to be less him being upset that she slept with someone, and more the idea that, like he said, she is so loyal to Stefan in a way that she actually isn't to anyone else. Like, she will always be there for Stefan when push comes to shove. She straight up merked Klaus when he pushed and he shoved.

It's interesting that you interpreted the scene as Elena not actually wanting to have sex with him. I think Elena is profoundly confused about how she feels about Stefan. She is very clear in her mind that she still loves him, maybe even loves him most (in some ways), but she also thinks of Stefan as so far in the past romantically that what she has for him is something deeper than friendship instead. And yet. She's still attracted to Stefan. The sexual interest as well as the chemistry are still both there. That's part of why she was so eager when he kissed her back at that concert in New York, and would have gone a lot farther had Rebekah not interrupted them.

(I think she was able to romantically get over Stefan much better than Klaus because with Stefan, she was the one who broke it off, and the circumstances of their final break up in chapter 14 were less traumatic than with Klaus, who left her under the most devastating circumstances and completely denied her any chance of closure or catharsis; she has decided to move on from Klaus, but she's still in love with him and she knows it, she's just mega suppressing it because she knows that's a bad road for her to go down even in her own head)

In this instance, when she says a wire gets crossed, it's that she's giving Stefan a confession that she loves him so dearly, and he hears it as her saying she's in love with him, partially because he is in love with her and that is what he is primed to hear, partially because he knows they have a history, and doesn't know what, and it's a reasonable explanation from his standpoint.

But then she says maybe those wires are actually getting uncrossed. Because she realizes that maybe actually she's the confused one, because maybe she does still harbor romantic love for Stefan.

And part of that is that they have such a history together, and they never broke up because they weren't right for each other; they broke up because outside influences made their relationship impossible, and Elena got over her feelings for him well enough to live with that and be genuinely okay with that. But then, in this context, with his humanity on, and with so much emotional vulnerability, and finally no chance of being interrupted, it's like she's seventeen again; the full memory of her love with Stefan and the feelings she had for him come crashing back in full force, and she finds herself enthusiastically consenting to this for romantic reasons-- as well as the very real need to connect with him.

I think if she were just trying to save him with sex, she would have thought about Rebekah sooner. She would have felt guilty, because then this would have been a machination and not an honest exchange between them.

I didn't want to write this scene as being sexy though, because it wasn't about their lust-- it was about these two characters FINALLY reconnecting after years and years in the wilderness together, years and years of being kept apart and lonely.

As for when Stefan fell in love with her-- he fell in love with her rapidly over the course of the fall in New York, and continued even moreso at the chateau-- he was frightened and confused by the rapidity and strength of his love, which came out of nowhere to him-- although he didn't think he could act on it because, umm, Stefan is more than aware of how things stand in the family, and also, timing was never right, and he's a cynic and depressed etc. etc.-- and when Elijah revealed to him that actually he had this entire history with Elena, it was at once the answer to the question-- like, of course he loves Elena, he's loved her for years apparently-- and it also made him incredibly angry because obviously here is this huge way in which he has been manipulated in the most personal terms. He went after Bex in revenge, and he treated Elena terribly even though he also couldn't resist asking her more. And he also somewhere along the line just totally gave up. On himself, on the future. Let himself succumb to that final level of excess and violence within himself. But now, with his humanity on, under these circumstances... he's able to address Elena with honesty and sincerity-- things he wasn't capable of without his humanity.

Glad you have your eye on Bex. She's working hard on whatever it is she's working on, which is unfortunately to the detriment of her relationship (even though she is working hard for the sake of her relationship).

I think to Rebekah there is a HUGE difference between sharing with Klaus and sharing with Stefan. Klaus is the one who has dominated her and controlled her her entire life. He murdered all of her previous lovers except for Marcel, whom he turned and kind of snatched away from her, and Stefan, whom he only allowed because he was also interested in Stefan and forced himself into their romance. What Rebekah yearns for is love and for freedom from her brother's control, ESPECIALLY his control of her love life. Stefan meanwhile... she does love him, has lived long enough to know she might fall in love with him again. It's not how she loves Elena (right now; again, she loved Stefan pretty fiercely in the past), but she can get past that. And the other thing is, Stefan can never control her the way that Klaus does. She still gets to keep her agency in that relationship, and in fact is the one with the most power in that dynamic. And also, like I said, she is very busy, truly, and she's willing to go along with these things to keep the boat from rocking for the time being.

I think Rebekah would lose her everloving mind if she had to share Elena with Klaus. I really do. I think that would just be the final straw for her. Let alone if she discovered that Elena has been making out with Klaus off and on.

As for the last bit... like, I have a definitive plan for how this is going to go, but I don't want to give away the ending, so consider it 50/50 on whether Elena ends up in a quadrangle or just with Klaus. I have made it clear that Klena is either part of the endgame/the main overall focus, OR the sole endgame because this IS a klena fic, and I wanted everyone who has been reading since the beginning when it was more clearly Klena to be assured that that was still the plan. The polyamory tag stands because Elena has spent this whole fic in love with multiple people. She was in love with Stefan when this fic started, but had a weird thing building with Klaus. She went to New Orleans and fell in love with Klaus, only to come back, find out some horrifying things, and start up an affair with Tyler. But then Klaus comes back in her life and she's juggling both of them, trying to figure out the best way to break it off with Tyler because she's ready to pursue Klaus, and then BAM. And then she falls in love with Rebekah (while still in love with Klaus), makes out with Stefan, makes out with Klaus, sleeps with Stefan, is now in a three-person relationship quite unexpectedly... it's quite a lot!

Thank you so much for reading and for your comments and thoughtful questions! 💖

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faegoddessog · 9 months ago

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Not 'till Monday

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, clit play, fellatio, cum swallowing, cunnilingus, snowballing (male to female), Austin taking SUCH good care of you is SO many ways.

Summary: Recovering from surgery is tough. Doing it with Austin at your side is amazing with one exception-no orgasms allowed. I mean how did the doctor expect you to NOT be turned on when Austin is caring for you? It was fine for the first bit, but as you near the end of your blackout period it gets harder and harder, especially when he's vowed to abstain as well. Monday morning could not come soon enough and that goes for the both of you.

A/N: This little one shot was inspired by a convo with @purejasmine. I basically vomited it up in 24 hours. There are wee references to my other works and yeah, I have completely self serving fantasy that he'd read my work and go... 'damn... that's hot'. LOL! Let a girl dream!!!

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@purejasmine @slowsweetlove @richardslady121 @austinbutlerslovers

You weren’t gonna read it, your T-besties new dirty smut, but the line just jumped out at you and now you couldn’t stop reading and re-reading just that one line.

“Is this what you want? For me to fill you with my cock?”

Holy. Fuck. You shouldn’t be, but you are so fucking turned on right now. The fucking buzzing and throbbing of your pussy is out of control! Fuck! It is so intense, it's no joke. You give in and read on. When you get to the mutual orgasm part, you squirm in your seat feeling your wetness literally bubbling out. What the actual fuck!

“I can control myself” you think, literally shaking.

Your throat vibrates with a needy groan as you toss your head back. ”Stop triggering me, bro!” you assert to the ceiling.

“Are you ok, Princess?” his concerned voice calls down the hall from your bedroom.

“Yes, I’m fine.. Well not fine.. But I’m ok” you shake your head, sighing, texting your t-bestie to fucking stop, tongue in cheek of course. You never want her to stop.

“What’s wrong, what’d I do Baby,” his voice is hot in your ear, just moments before his hand crosses your upper chest.

“Nothing you did Austin, my love. She’s just at it again,” you hold up your phone to show him the latest smut.

“Princess, you should not tempt yourself. You know the doctor said no orgasms, not until Monday. You can hold out a couple more days,” he lightly kisses your cheek and walks around to sit on the couch with you.

“I know, I know and I’ve been really good and you’ve been amazing. But she writes you so well… plus just having you around keeps me wet all the time.”

“MMM I know, that’s one of a long list of my favorite things about you,” he purrs at you.

Austin has been a freaking angel sent from the beyond since your surgery. Well, longer than that. He’s cooked for you, made sure you’ve stayed on top of your pain meds, stayed up at night to hold you in his arms until you fall asleep. He’s never missed a chance to take your walks with you. Even though they’ve had to be a little slower than usual. He holds your hand and points out animals and trees and the beauty of nature. You are so in love with him, he is the best thing that ever happened in your life. He even declined a project that was supposed to be starting this month because he knew you’d need him.

“Bah, there will be others,” he’d said when you had protested, “I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it anyway. And I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you after surgery.”

The flip side is that everything he does just turns you on, he is like your own personal interactive pornography. You have excellent self control, something you’d had to cultivate in your previous, toxic relationship. But this was testing your limits, you were starting to have a hard time concentrating on anything.

“I love that you don’t get weirded out by reading her smut that is about you.” You nestle into his arms. You two frequently read her stories together, getting so turned on that you fucked like bunnies. She absolutely loved the idea that her mind fuckery got the two of you off.

“Heck no, not when she’s given us some of the best fucking ideas… like that one about cockwarming…or the one where I dominate you and call you Pet… damn that was one hot time.” He reaches down and adjusts himself. It’s been a while for him too, he vowed no orgasms for himself in solidarity.

“Sweetheart,” you cover his hand with your own, your pinky brushing his burgeoning bulge, “if you want to you can jerk off. You want to cum in my mouth?” You feel bad for him, and you fucking love the taste of his cum. The idea of it makes your pussy throb.

“No, no my Princess. I made a vow and I’m sticking to it. Besides, I was once a teenaged boy, I’ve had plenty of hard-ons that I’ve not played with, and I KNOW how hot that makes you. No way.”

He stands up and offers both hands to help you stand up.

“C’mon, I have a surprise for you.”

He leads you down the hallway, through your shared bedroom and into the bathroom. The tub is filled with steaming water, the scent of lavender and chamomile drift in the air. Two glasses of sparkling water and a plate of your favorite foods sit by the side. You two bought this house in part because of the huge tub. Both of you love baths and wanted something big enough that you could share.

Austin helps you strip naked, put your hair up, and get into the bath before stripping off his clothes. If this was supposed to help you calm down, it’s a disaster. You fucking love the sight of him. He has been working out especially hard and he is fucking ripped right now. His lats pop and the ripples of his torso are fucking gorgeous as he bends to pull his joggers off. He doesn't quite get the first leg off and hops a little, giggling. He is so adorable and sexy at the same time, quite the enigma.

You lean forward as he slides in behind you. You feel the hardness of his cock slide down your back and nestle at the base of your spine. He wraps you in his kind, gentle, strong arms. You melt.

“Fuck Austin, I know you meant this to help… but it’s fucking hot,” you are struggling to keep your hips still.

“You want me to run some cold water?” he says helpfully.

You purse your lips and twist to look at him. He is smiling ear to ear, chuckling. He knows what you meant.

“Just wait love,” he whispers in your ear, “wait and I'll give you the most mind-blowing orgasm with my mouth in a couple days. Then I’ll cum on your tongue, but you have to promise to swallow.” As though you’d ever do anything else but swallow his seed. His cock twitches against your back, his teasing of you is turning him on too.

“Austin, you are not actually helping.” you giggle. Giggling is the only recourse you have right now. You fucking love this teasing, love this mind fuckery. At least you know you’ll get it eventually. Get his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his body, his cock, his cum. FUCK now YOU are not helping.

“I’m sorry my love, here let me feed you. At least we can appease your slutty tastebuds if not your slutty pussy,” he kisses your cheek and grabs the plate.

“My pussy isn’t slutty!” you say with mock indignation, “it’s only for you Austin. How can it be slutty?”

“Mmm, you are right,” he reaches down to cup your pussy in his hand, but stops himself just before plunging into the water. making a fist instead

“Your wickedly wonton pussy, then” he breathes into your ear. Dear goddess in heaven, he is not making this easy.

He proceeds to give you little tidbits of perfectly cooked bacon, rare steak with goats cheese, roasted root veggies, fruit and yogurt, perfectly ripe avacados. You suck the bits off his fingers as he feeds you.

“My Princess needs her protein for healing,” he kept saying every time he cooked for you inthe past two weeks. He did, indeed, treat you like a princess.

The next two days pass without incident. There are no new story updates, and Austin keeps it surprisingly G rated. Though there is an undercurrent of sexual tension throughout the house. Sunday night is like fucking Chistmas eve, the anticipation is driving you mad in the best kind of way. As you cuddle on the couch watching a film, a standard Sunday night in your joint home, his arm is draped over your shoulder. His fingers lightly stroke your collarbone. You think they are shaking slightly, as though he is a nervous teenager hoping for a gratuitous movie theater-like grope session. Is your mind playing fuckery tricks with you?

You hear him sigh. It’s nothing to do with the movie on the screen. You thread your fingers through his, rubbing your thumb on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you. You tilt your head up to look at his perfect face. His little dimple appears, the one that you can’t help but kiss. Now is no different. You lean up and press your lips to his. His fingers curl around yours as he deepens the kiss almost instantly. You are instantly wet, well, more so than you always are with him. Your tongues touch then caress lips. Lips are momentarily trapped by teeth, before opening to be sucked and stroked by tongues ones again. God his kisses are like fuel to your fire. Your hand drops to his chest, and you turn towards him, fully engaging in the act of kissing this perfectly amazing man. Kissing that quickly ripens into full on making out, including his hand sliding up your shirt to fondle your breasts. Movie theater grope session indeed.

The blaze of passion that ignites in your belly is ridiculous. This is the first time you’ve really kissed like this since the surgery. The forbidden fruit effect is full on. The fact that you can't have it, makes you want it all the more.

‘Fuck it’, you think, your mind clouded with lust, ’what is a few less hours.’

You move to straddle him and at the same time your hand reaches to undo the button on your jeans.

“Whoa, Princess,” his deep voice husky with desire, “not below the waist, not until tomorrow.”

“But…” your face is a mask of petulance, forehead crinkled down and lip stuck out. Your frustration is evident.

“No, my Love, I promised I’d take care of you and that means following doctors orders. No orgasms until Monday, and four weeks still until I get to sink into your tightness,” he reaches out to pet your protruding lip with one long finger. The finger that you want rubbing your clit right now. “I’m sorry I gave in to temptation, Baby.” With both hands he tilts your head down and kisses your forehead.

You close your eyes, breathing deep. He is right, dammit.

Later that night, he is propped up against the headboard. You curl up in his arms, grateful for his love of a good snuggle. He opens the book he is reading out loud to you. His gorgeous baritone lulls you to sleep.

You must be in an orchard, you have to be. What else smells like vanilla and citrus? The tall grass you are walking through brushes against your naked butt. The grass reaches and gropes along your thighs, trying to get to your pussy. It feels good, the grass caresses your ass. You realize it’s not the grass but a shining ethereal being standing next to you, hands cupping your genitals front and back. Warmth radiates from its hands and soaks into your skin. You feel an intrusion inside you, malleable and warm. A sense of peace glows in you, from the inside out and the light erupts from your sacral chakra, like water over pouring from a vase. It feels divine, like an orgasm of light. Then you feel a concentrated rubbing against your mons. You hear a moaning and realize it’s your voice.

You come to full waking consciousness and feel Austin next to you, on his side. The palm of his hand rubbing circles on your vulva. You realize you have been moaning and just came in your dream, or maybe here in waking life too.

“Yeah,” you hear in your ear, “that’s it, cum for me.” You can smell the orange and vanilla on his wrist as he brushes hair away from your face.

You eyes flutter open so see Austin staring at you, biting his bottom lip, nostrils flaring. When he sees your eyes open, his mouth curves just enough to expose the dimple at the corner of his lip. That fucking dimple, it melts you. Then his mouth is on yours hard and fast, the clean taste indicating that he brushed his teeth and rinsed with mouthwash.

His finger dips inbetween your labia, you are so fucking wet, he doens’t even need to pull wetness over your clit. It’s already bathed in your juices. You are pretty sure that you already came once, which is fantastic as you were nervous that something inside might hurt when you finally got to orgasm.

His fingers start working their magic, circling the hood of your clit, over and over. Then switching side to side. His mouth is constantly on yours. You want to stop him and tell him you want his beautiful mouth on your pussy, but it all feels so good. Usually he would gradually get faster, but he keeps a steady pace. It’s mere minutes and your orgasm washes over you. Your body freezes, spine jerking and your little grunts are swallowed by Ausitn’s mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he gently pets your vulva, “How was that my love?”

“Please, please keep going,” you pant, eyes pleading for the overstimulation that he is so freaking good at. You can’t stop your hips from pushing forward and back against his hand.

“No babe, we are gonna take it slow at first,” he smiles, eyes full of love, “don’t want anything to… burst or whatever with a crazy hard orgasm.”

“Hmmmmm” your voice whines, “can I at least have your cum, baby. I need it.”

“That I can do,” he nods imperceptibly, “C’mere sugar.”

You help him pull back the covers as you sit up, unwrapping his gorgeously perfect naked form next to you. His cockstand is a fucking dream, thick and long lying on his chiseled stomach. Your pussy practically drips at the sight of it. You snag the bottle of water from the bedside table and quickly drain it.

“Get that mouth down there, I need to be wet,” his voice is grizzly with need.

You could live off Austin’s cum. In fact you usually get it almost every day. The past two weeks have been torture, not having his milky seed in your mouth.

Eagerly you straddle his leg, bending down. He pulls your hair, still in its sleepy bunny ears, away from your face. He fucking loves watching your mouth on him. You lick your lips, looking at his eyes as he tucks one hand behind his head for a better view. He knows you struggle with your gag reflex and he has never asked you to go beyond your comfort zone.

Tongue out, you lick his soft tip. He releases a shaky sigh. He has missed this too. You bring your lips together pushing saliva out between the seam with your tongue, letting it run down his cock. You push your closed mouth down, tongue flicking his tiny hole. You seal your lips over his red tip, chasing the rivulets and sucking them back up as you pull back. You dive down again, only taking his tip. Your cheeks hollow and the sound of wet suction follows.

“Oh my god, Princess” he breathes.

You rub your smiling lips along his tip in a figure eight, like lip balm. You love hearing his sounds of pleasure. You engulf his head again, just a little farther this time. Your tongue rubs side to side along his frenulum. You bob up and down, up and down, tongue working him, slurping on the end of his cock.

He moans, his hand rubbing down his stomach to the inside curve of his pelvis. His thumb and forefinger catching up the root of his cock. His long middle and ring fingers falling in the crevice next to his balls.

“Yeah, that’s it gorgeous. Get me all wet with that pretty mouth,” he croons at you. His glutes start flexing slightly, pushing his cock up. He’s trying for all he’s worth not to fuck your mouth.

“Princess, I gotta… I’m… I need…oh god” he moans, not able to finish any sentence. You pull back as he holds his hand out, you drip spit into his hand and he wraps that big fist around that big cock. His hips thrusting up into his hand almost violently. He is so considerate and didn't want to do that into your mouth and make you choke. Clearly the last two weeks have taken their toll on his self control.

You love seeing him play with himself. Last summer, you ‘caught’ him jerking off. He had thought you had left. You’d ran back inside to get something you forgot when you heard his moan. Peeking through the door, your pussy had gotten so wet when you saw him sitting at his desk, laptop open. You had almost slipped into his office to help, but when you realized what he was watching, you were too beguiled to interrupt. It was a video you two had made. A close up of your lips around his cock, both oral and vaginal. You didn’t let him know you were there, but you watched through the sliver of the door as he stroked himself to climax. Your hand was down your pants and your finger on your wet, wet clit. It was so fucking hot. You loved the idea of being his porn.

Now, your pussy is again activated watching him pump himself. You realize you have lowered down to his knee and are rubbing your wet pussy on his thigh, riding him.

“Fuck, Princess. That is so hot, you are dripping down my leg,” he seethes through his clenched jaw. “GAH!” he tosses his head back, a sure sign that he is close. His hand speeds up, and stops, speeds up and stops, edging himself just a bit. His forehead is pulled down in concentration, his plush lips form a little ‘o’ as he pants.

Holy fuck, he could not be hotter in this moment. His bicep bulging, his pecs popped, abs contracted and tight, forearm veiny with effort, thigh flexed and wet with your juices. Your mouth is open, tongue flicking.nYour pussy lips dragging back and forth over his skin. Fuck, it feels so good. So much deprivation has made you ultra sensitive.

“Get that greedy tongue down there, so I can cum all over it,” he puffs out.

You tip your head down. His legs are long enough that you can still rub against him and reach his cock with your mouth. Your tongue is out ready to catch.

“Yesssss, here it comes,” he moans.

The warm milky cum spatters your tongue, you know how much he likes to see it hit your mouth. He groans in appreciation. Then you are down on him, sucking lightly, not wasting a single drop. It’s so fucking hot, such an activation for you to have his cum in your mouth. You sit up and grind into his tight quads just at the insertion on the patellar tendon. It's the perfect dune of muscle to rub your clit on. You moan around your mouthful of cum, your tongue rubbing it along the roof of your mouth.

“That’s it Princess, get it,” his hand is still on his cock, lightly stroking himself. He is so fucking turned on with your wanton display. His other hand is on your knee, somehow wanting to help, but not wanting to interrupt your flow.

Your pussy tightens, good lord the friction feels good. Just as you can feel yourself tipping over that brink, you let his cum slide down your throat. Your eyes roll back in your head and your pussy gushes as your hips freeze forward. Your hips and head jerk in unison, grinding your pussy down on him with each jerk. It’s nearly overstimulating… nearly.

You fall forward onto him, ass in the air, panting, shaking. He catches you with waiting arms.

Cradling your head on his chest.

“You good, Princess?” there is just a touch of concern in his voice. You love how he loves you.

You nod, slowly getting your breath under control.

“Could be better,” you look up at him with a glint in your eye.

“Oh yeah,” he gently swipes at a creamy drop on the corner of your mouth, offering the drop to your mouth. You greedily lick it from his finger.

“Yeah,” you say after rolling the salty tang around your mouth, “I, uh, I seem to remember a promise a certain hot fucking man made me. One of a mindblowing orgasm with his talented mouth.” You smile at him, running a finger along the border of his lips. Those perfect fucking lips.

“Oh yeah, when is he getting here?” he jests, chuckling.

You purse your lips and shake your head, you love his silly goofy side.

“Austin,” you kiss his mouth then roll off him, legs wide,”get down there and make good.”

His eyes smolder at you, he loves it when you have just a touch of command in your voice. It usually doesn't last long, as he likes being in control in the bedroom, but it turns him on nonetheless.

“Yes Ma’am,” he nods. Catlike he flips on top of you and slides down your body. In supporting his upper body weight, his shoulders bulge and ripple. That and his ocean blue eyes never leaving yours is enough to set you off.

He wraps his arms under your upper thighs.

He inhales the smell of you.

His eyes close and he moans in pleasure.

His mouth opens and he drags his tongue along your lips.

“Just nothing in, not yet” you remind him.

The apples of his cheeks pop as he smiles up at you, “I know darling.”

His tongue rolls around under your clit, pushing between your labia. He laps your little lips into his mouth, sucking them gently.

You moan at the sensations, god you’ve missed his mouth.

He nestles down at the bottom of your entrance and with a flickering tongue licks your wetness up, sucking your clit lightly into his mouth at the top.

It’s fucking amazing.

He licks again, his bottom lip dragging after his tongue, over and over. Until he settles on top of your clit. One hand slips from your leg and you feel two fingers press, not into your vagina, but in the crevices on either side of your lips. He licks your nub with the tip of his tongue and presses rhythmically on the legs of your clitoris from the outside, milking your pussy. It feels incredible, you had no idea that was a thing, at least not for your body.

Your juices start to flow freely, dribbling down. He greedily licks as much of it up as he can, sucking hard on your labia. Then his mouth closes wholly over your clit and the top bits of your lips. He sucks, the tip of his tongue flickering over the hard little button.

Oh fuck it’s good. He is good. Better than good, with his fingers working their magic. Your hands fly to his hair, fingers tangled in his unruly locks. Breath flutters out his nostrils and onto your pubis. Your hips start pumping against his pretty face. You know he loves it when you just let go and let your body react. He starts groaning, his hips mimic yours, driving against the folds of the sheets under him. The fact that he is so turned on by eating your pussy is exhilarating. The vibrations of his moans send your pussy into overdrive. All of a sudden you are there; screaming, grunting, shaking under the magnificence that is Austin’s mouth. Pleasure floods your body. You writhe. He shifts, letting go the suction and licks long, sensuous strokes along your quivering cunt. He flicks your clit at the top each time, making you shake in aftershocks, making you drip that much more. He closes his mouth wide over your pussy, sucking hard. Then, with a closed mouth he pushes up to his knees over you. His cock is rock hard and jutting out from his lean form. He is a fucking dream. He leans his head forward and dribbles a mixture of your juices and his spit onto his cock and into his hand.

“God I miss doing that to you,” he moans.

You are panting, watching the sex god Austin stroke himself. His hooded eyes are brimming with desire and lust.

“Touch yourself,” he commands, “I want to watch.”

You immediately obey, your finger rubbing back and forth on your swollen clit.

“Yes, finger that clit, Princess,” it’s taking all he has not to slide into you, but he would never endanger your health like that.

Your finger runs in circles around your clit.

“Pull your lips apart, I want to see it all,” his tone is intense, brooking no argument.

You spread yourself for him and continue to circle your clit. Anything for Austin. He spits into his hand again, and continues to pump fiercely on his cock.

“Pull up, I want that little hood pulled back,” he is huffing, his face contorted and serious, “I want you to feel my hot cum as it hits your naked clit.”

Oh. My. God. He has never said that, never done that. Your finger stops rubbing and pulls back your clitoral hood. The cooler air hits your exposed clit. You moan and clench. He watches as your pussy contracts, his breath hissing between his teeth. He glides hard on his cock.

“Keep it up, don’t touch it.” His chest expands in a deep, deep breath. His orgasmic groan begins as a rumble in his chest and blasts out his mouth in unrequited vowel sounds. Hot semen hits your vulnerable clit, it’s like fucking lightning. Your back arches and your hips shake, your orgasm is inches away. All you have to do is rub… but he told you not to.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, his mouth is sucking on you and hard. His tongue rubbing in his cum, back and forth over your clit. Your climax explodes over you like fireworks. You are so fucking lit. Your spine and hips jerk, bouncing you on the bed. He rides you down, lapping up his cum from you. Then he is over you, kissing you deeply with a mouthful of his own, sweet cum. It’s intoxicating, mind blowing, hallucinatory and nearly makes you orgasm again. You swallow every drop, curling your tongue into his mouth, desperate to get it all into you.

He pulls away shaking, having given you the same cum a second time. Clearly he found it just as electrifying.

“Fuck that was unbearably hot, Princess,” he pants.

Your head shakes as you nod up and down, still completely aroused. You pull his fingers between your legs.

“Rub Austin, please,” you beg.

Austin can’t resist it when you beg like that.

You spend the rest of the day either in bed, in the bath or in the kitchen. Austin made you cum in all of them. Orgasm Day, you’d come to call it, your own personal annual holiday. Now, only 4 more weeks and the medical ‘ok’ until you get to feel his thick cock stretching your tight little pussy. Until then, well it’s Austin’s cum for breakfast, Austin’s cum for dinner and Austin’s cum for a midnight snack.

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