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diordrysdale · 3 years ago

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after dark ⋆ andy barber (part 2)

dark!neighbor!andy barber x camgirl!reader

word count ⋆ 1.1k+

warnings ⋆ smut! minors dni, virtual sex/livestream, cheating, sexual use of a popsicle, age gap (reader in their 20s, andy in his late 40s) daddy kink, masturbation (f), degradation kink, mention of spanking, VERY SLIGHT mention of cnc play (you’ll see).

authors note ⋆ you all will definitely see andy’s dark side next chapter <3

don’t forget to give me some love, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.

PART 1

3 days earlier

“you just need to feed sprinkles three times a day, and that’s pretty much it.”

your best friend, lila, handed you her family’s cat as she rushed to gather more of her belongings and tossed them into her luggage.

“the guest room is all yours, make yourself at home!” you followed behind her as she scrambled down the stairs at the sound of her mother calling out for her.

“if our house is still intact when we come back, you’ll get paid,” lila rolled her eyes at her mother as she hugged you goodbye.

“come on, tony! we’re gonna miss the flight!” the eighteen year old boy waved goodbye to his best friend and next door neighbor, jacob barber.

“keys are on the counter top, help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge. love you, bye!”

present day

andy huffed as he scrubbed at the dishes, listening to his wife chat loudly on the phone while the television was blaring whatever brain-rotting reality show was trending at the moment.

he tilted his wrist to reveal the time on the apple-watch, 7:03p.m.

it was torture having to wait.

“andrew! go water the plants next door, cindy and the kids aren’t home— carol, stop!” laurie continued laughed on the phone with her friends, forcing andy to count to ten before drying his hands, although the simple act gave him a flashback.

sucking on a popsicle in nothing but your light pink lingerie, you told 60.8k of your loyal subscribers how your day went, how you were terrible bored during a job interview and could only picture yourself spreading your legs for the employer, begging him for the job as he slaps your pussy with his rough belt.

“I’m not sure if I got the job, but at least I have all of you,” you lean back into your cloud-shaped, getting comfortable in the bed you got to call yours for two weeks.

barber543 donated $250.00!

barber543: stop pouting, you make me wanna fuck that slutty mouth of yours til you’re begging me not to

your [e/c] eyes lit up at the familiar user, giddiness running through your veins as you hook your panties to the side with one hand.

“barber543, I did promise a surprise, didn’t I?” You whisper as your other hand moved the blueberry-flavored popsicle towards your sex, moving through your folds before tapping your clit.

“you choose what I call you.” sliding the cold treat inside your cunt, you whimpered at the feeling, heart racing at the notifications of subscribers screen-recording.

barber543: greedy little girl, say mr. barber

“m-mr. barber,” andy shuddered at your breathy words, “don’t fuck me with the popsicle, please.”

barber543: you better fucking take it if you want my cock, you don’t deserve it

“ah- pleaseplease, ‘s too cold-“ your words contrast against how quick you began fucking your cunt with the popsicle, clenching it around it so delicately.

barber543: harder.

“mr. barber, m’ gonna cum, feels too good-“ you choked on your words as your free hand zeroed relentlessly on your numbing clit, back arching as your hand flew out to clutch your bedsheet, leaving half of the blueberry treat in your pulsing cunt.

barber543: wish I could bend you over and slap your ass raw for cumming without my permission.

“don’t punish me, daddy,” your fucked out glance was priceless, removing the popsicle from your center and licked the tip with a breathless giggle.

andy shook his head with a idiotic grin as if he actually was face to face with the angel that you were— or pretended to be.

andy wiped his cum-tainted hand on spare napkin, before something caught his eye.

kneelforhansen donated $3000.00!

kneelforhansen: I’d love to have you for myself. direct message me if you’re interested, kitten.

andy despised the glimmer in your eyes— a look he wanted to believe only belonged to him.

“oh my, thank you,” andy could tell your soft voice was entirely genuine, and he was about to raise the amount, but he remembered than any purchased higher than a thousand would send an alert to his and laurie’s joint email account.

“you’ve made my night, mister.”

andy scowled at the memory— even if a billion people watched your stream, he liked to think you two were simply having a skype-sex session or whatever the younger people used now for video chatting.

facetime?

“hold on- andrew! the plants!” laurie shrilled, waving her hands as she pressed her phone between her ear and her shoulder.

“fucking hell.” andy mumbled, slamming a drawer into place as he made his way out of the house, glancing towards his right and analyzed the garden.

suddenly, he saw purple lights go on in one of the rooms on the second floor.

if cindy’s daughter is still home, why is he doing their chores?

he shoved his hands into his jeans, opting not to water their stupid roses and stupid hortensias and stupid—

his childish thoughts were interrupted by a sweet maserati revving carelessly into the driveway.

he’d be humiliated to admit his jaw dropped at the sight of a celebrity walking about 10 feet away.

devin peters, movie star.

“I’m outside, baby.” he sang into his phone, most likely sending a voice chat as he leaned against the goddess of a car.

the front door swung open, revealing a girl with nothing but a oversized shirt and pink panties, [h/c] hair and beaming [e/c] andy couldn’t mix up.

there was no way.

“there she is.” devin reached out his arms, engulfing you in a needy hug, guiding your legs around his narrow waist.

no. no.

“my pretty girl. how’s my kitten been?” the movie star began walking blindly to the house, mind racing on how many ways he could utterly destroy you.

“oh, crap, that’s lila’s neighbor. hold on,” you wiggled yourself away, shyly making your way towards the older man who was three seconds away from passing out from shock.

“im sure Cindy must’ve told you to take care of these flowers, but I’m house-sitting for a couple weeks. I can manage, mister…”

“barber. mr. barber.”

your eyes widen as your head spun for a split second due to the unquestionable coincidence.

no way.

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PART 3

a/n; this is my multiverse: lloyd hansen, andy barber & devin peters

(devin peters is chris evans’ cameo character in the movie don’t look up, just a reminder :)

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years ago

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Is this seat empty? " Yes and this one will be too if you sit down" , "Don't be like that my love."

For MLB!Harry first stupid fight in a relationship 😂

Okay this turned into something entirely different then the prompt. Sorry anon 😂

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Peace & Quiet (Please)

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“Where d’you put m’protein mix?” Harry asks, padding into the kitchen and opening every single fucking cabinet.

“It’s in the same place it’s been for the past five years,” YN bites out with a slight irritation, mixing the pancake batter a little rougher.

She’s been up since three in the morning and Harry sauntered in around six-thirty after coming home late from a baseball game last night.

All the babies still asleep.

“Ah - fuck,” Her husband huffs when he spills the powder all over the countertop and floor she had just swiffered ten minutes ago.

When he goes to open the other cabinet and grab for a shaker bottle - they all come tumbling out onto the floor in a loud clash.

“Could you be any louder? You going to wake up the kids!” YN scolds harshly, pointing to the closet, “Go get the swiffer.”

He obliges - surprised by her attitude, grabbing it and slapping it (by accident) on the ground like a fucking baseball bat, the head of the mop snapping off and breaking.

“S’broken,” Harry states the obvious, shrugging and going about peeling a banana before leaving the peel near the sink.

YN turns to face him, voice irritated, “I’m about to break you, just like you broke the swiffer.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He asks cheekily but her glare tells him there is no amusement to be had this morning.

“I just spent all morning cleaning and you’ve made this place a disaster already!” His wife bites before flipping one of the pancakes.

Harry dejectedly cleans up his protein mix mess, neatly places the shake bottles into the right place, throws away the peel, and closes all the cabinets.

“M’sorry,” He murmurs, coming up behind her and kisses the nape of her neck, “Y’seem a bit cranky this mornin’.”

And man. He should have not said that.

“Do you have a baby who needs to fucking feed from your body every hour even during the night? I don’t think so,” She mutters, shaking him off of her.

“Hey, mama. M’bein’ an ass, what can I do to help?” He changes gears, choosing to stand next to her since she didn’t seem to want to be touch.

“Breastfeed - let your nipples feel like their constantly on fire and about to fall off. Make all this post-partum bleeding stop. Let me sleep for a day straight. I don’t know,” YN begins to sniffles, plating a few mini pancakes.

He’s taken aback, eyebrows furrowing in concern, and he leans forward to flip off the stovetop, “Can I touch you?”

She nods, wiping her eyes, and allows him to haul her up into their marble countertop, “Mama, y’need to tell me when y’feeling overwhelmed? Please baby. I’ve asked you a million times to wake me up and I can bottle feed her.”

“No, she…I have to feed her. It helps bonding and it-“

Harry interrupts firmly, “She will be perfectly fine being fed by a bottle a few times a day. You’re putting too much stress on yourself.”

Her head falls on his shoulder and she mumbles, “I just feel so…gross, not attractive at all.”

He pulls her back, searching her face in confusion, “Baby, why would you ever say somethin’ like that?”

YN let’s out a quiet sob, “My nipples are chafed and sore, I’m constantly bleeding, my belly hasn’t deflated -“

Harry can’t help but lean in and connect their lips harshly, he’s pulling her loose shirt up and over her head.

“Harry, what-“

“Listen t’me,” Harry rasps seriously, his hands are tender and careful as they cup her swollen breasts - thumbing at her painful nubs.

“I’m literally obsessed w’your tits, baby. They’ll go back to normal after y’done feeding and even if they don’t - I love them just as fucking much. You fed our three healthy strong boys and now you’re makin’ sure our chunky little girl is eating good.”

Then he hands move to cup her belly, large hands splayed over the still softening, firm bump from where Briar had been housed for nine months.

“Y’gave me four, four fuckin’ babies from this belly. I’m fucking in love with your body. God, y’thighs, y’tummy, the stretchmarks - fuck, getting me hard just lookin’ at you.”

It was true, he was stiffening up in his shorts but neither of them acknowledged it - it was a love boner more than anything else.

He literally got hard from how much he loved her.

“I’m tired,” She sighs softly, letting Harry tug her shirt back on as the children would be waking up soon to eat breakfast.

“I know, mama,” Harry acknowledges softly, giving her another kiss before taking over the pancake station.

When all the boys are downstairs and chomping away on their food, Cash, who is just about four decides it’ll be funny to squirt the sticky syrup all over their expensive stool cushions and the floor.

When YN turns from the sink to see the mess, she admits she snaps a little bit, “Really Harry? You’re supposed to be watching them, not checking the sports news on your phone!”

Harry is about to defend himself but his wife is stomping over to where Cash has emptied the bottle and gives him a firm look, “Cash Edward Styles, get your bum upstairs, right now.”

Cash’s eyes widen, his mother rarely needed to use a harsh tone with them, “Mama, I’m so-“

“If you are not upstairs, by the bathtub this instant, you get no outside time today. Do you understand me?” YN tells him, giving Easton a warning look when he licks at the syrup on his finger.

“Yes mama,” Cash squeaks out sadly, abandoning his plate and walking up towards the bathroom upstairs to get clean.

Easton and Ezra are dead silent as they watch their brother leave - not wanting the same fate as him so they sit proper.

“Sweetheart-“ Harry begins, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“No, I have my hands full taking care of four kids. I don’t need you acting like a fifth. Go bathe your son,” YN tells him coldly, an angry stare directed his way.

Harry clenches his jaw, biting his tongue as he stands up and pushes his chair in with force - making a loud noise before following after his second son.

A few minutes after they’re out of sight, Easton thought it’d be funny to wipe syrup down Ezra’s cheek which made Ezra cry and throw a pancake at his older brother - now soaking him in syrup.

YN starts to leak milk at the sound of Ezra’s cries.

“Easton Robin - get you butt upstairs this instant too. You know better - no outside time today,” She informs him as she uses a wet wipe to clean Ezra’s cheek.

“Mama,” Easton whines, fat tears starting roll down his cheeks as he stands up, loitering by the kitchen stool.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” YN warns, swiping a paper towel over the wet spot on her shirt from the leak.

Harry had just started washing up Cash who was still melancholy when his blubbering older one comes in - still tearful.

He sighs, looking at his syrupy son, “Wha’ happened?”

Easton looks hesitant, “I put syrup on Ezzie and mama said no outside time today.”

His father is tight-lipped, he can already predict that Easton’s actions upset Ezra, “Alright, c’mon. Let’s clean y’up too. Y’know better, Easton.”

Harry had just finished helping both boys dress when YN appears in the doorway with Ezra who has a binkie popped in his mouth.

She steps over and hands their son to Harry before muttering, “I’m going to feed Briar, keep the boys out of the room. I need some peace.”

YN disappears from the room before he can even reply to her.

Harry can admit he gets distracted when one of his coaches calls him up for a game change, doesn’t notice when Cash sneaks from the playroom.

It’s less than five minutes later when YN leads Cash gently by the hand back into the playroom, with Briar still latched and feeding.

When she sees Harry on his phone, she’s fucking livid with him.

“Really Harry?” His wife scoffs, guiding Cash to join Easton in where he’s playing with legos.

“I’ll call you back,” Harry replies to his coach before hanging up, “Sorry, it was Donny-“

“Good to know your job is more important than watching your kids,” She spits out before storming back out of the room.

Harry is up and following behind her, jaw clenched and irritated, “Just ‘cause you’re in a pissy mood doesn’t mean that y’say shit like that.”

She turns on her heel, eyes fiery, “You have no god damn consideration. You’ve been swamped this week because of your nike promotion and games. I’ve had the babies all by myself for four nights while you get to gallivant around!”

Harry goes to speak but she puts her free hand up.

“I ask for you to keep our house clean and to let me have one moment of peace with our daughter but you don’t even let me have that! You do not understand how hard it is to push a baby out of you and then have them rely on you to feed them twenty times a day!”

His anger fades when his wife starts sobbing - chest shuddering sobs, “I just had her four weeks ago. I-I haven’t had a break yet. You act like it’s so easy!”

He starts to walk towards her, “Sweetheart-“

YN shakes her head, a desperate plea in her tone, “Please just give me time with Briar.”

Harry swallows harshly and nods - feeling like shit as his wife walks back towards the stairs - all the while still feeding their daughter.

“Hello?”

“Mum, I-can you take the boys for the night?” Harry asks quietly, standing in the kitchen while the two older boys are still playing quietly.

Ezra’s passed out, on Harry’s hip with his little face smushed against the cap of his shoulder with parted lips.

“Dear, is everything okay?” She replies cautiously.

“No, I-I don’t know. YN is overwhelmed and I don’t think I’ve been supportive enough,” Harry feels himself begin to sniffle.

Anne doesn’t pry for information which Harry loves about her, she agrees to take them, and states she’ll be over within the hour.

Harry goes about packing their pajamas and other necessities in their little backpacks as the squeal excitedly about going to Nana’s.

“Can we say bye to mama?” Easton asks anxiously as they clear out of their bedrooms.

“Let me go ask,” He murmurs, running a hand through his son’s curls.

When he cracks open the door, YN is sprawled out on her back, fast asleep with Briar also asleep in the bassinet next to the bed.

His heart aches because her shirt is off, and the remnants of her nipple cream which was a pinkish orange color wasn’t fully rubbed in on her bruised breasts.

Harry guides them downstairs, promising that their mama will call them later.

After the boys leave, Harry doesn’t know what to do so he cleans whatever he finds that is dirty or messy so she won’t have to.

He does all the laundry in the house, cleans up every single toy, and when Briar starts to whimper - he sneaks in to snatch her up so she doesn’t wake YN.

Then he takes her out to the shops with him to grab groceries, her favorite snacks, and maybe he does stop by a jewelry store and buy her something nice.

(casually a pair of 20k earrings)

YN fell asleep around eighty-thirty in the morning and doesn’t wake up until about nine at night, Harry had put Briar in her nursery about an hour ago.

When she does awake, Harry is sitting in the living room - watching a stupid action movie to pass time and dwell on everything.

She comes in quietly, stands in front of her husband who looks up at her with anxious eyes - she looks brighter now that she’s had adequate sleep.

“Will you hold me?” She rasps quietly, just in one of Harry’s shirts and soft pair of sleep shorts.

“Never haven t’ask, mama,” He murmurs, guiding her until she’s straddling his lap and burying her face into the crook of his neck.

His hands sneak beneath her shirt to massage the sleep-warm skin as he kisses her shoulder - over and over again.

“I’m so sorry,” YN whispers into his skin, voice croaky as she tries to not get upset.

He pulls her back to study her face, “Do not apologize, y’allowed to get mad at me and feel frustrated. You’re emotions are valid. There’s a lot going on and I could be doing more to help.”

YN wipes a tear that trickles down as she laughs in disbelief, “No, you can’t do anymore to help.”

“Wha-? I can, I promis-“

She interrupts his with a kiss before telling him sincerely, “You can’t do anymore help because you’re already doing the most amazing job. As a husband and dad. I was just tired and stressed - it’s not an excuse.”

It warms his heart, he fucking loves her so much it does make sense, has to button their lips together one more time.

“You have a really hard job too, on top of being a husband and dad. You give us all this, support us and take care of us.”

“Are y’kidding me? Y’the one who keeps this family together. Y’the fuckin’ love of my life, you know that? I love you so much, so so much,” He emphasizes, rubbing a thumb across her bottom lip.

The kiss one more time - the anger was subsided and they were okay once again.

Harry laughs and agree when YN murmurs, “S’time for bed again, m’tired.”

“Okay mama, anythin’ for you,” He responds before peppering her in kisses to make her giggle lightly.

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matan4il · 2 years ago

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Can I ask, having not seen the episode because it's not available where I am, why did they ask Buck to be a donor? I'm interested in their reasoning because I find it weird that they'd ask Buck because don't people usually want a donor who shares the same features as the father? So as to "pass" their child, and the friend is a PoC, so I find it very weird that they'd ask blue eyed blondie Buck to donate his fluids. 🤨 So I'm curious if there was a reason.

Hi darling! *hugs* Before I start answering, I wanted to tell you that while I didn’t get the chance to reply to your reblog of my other reply to you, I so appreciated what you said, and that you took the time to let me know your own reaction to my reply. I adore having that kind of dialogue, so thank you! *HUGS*

As for Connor, I have to admit I was thinking of the same thing. Between the white bio mom and the white sperm donor, the kid is not likely to look anything like his dad. I’m not sure what the thinking was there. Maybe that they’ll be upfront about the sperm donation from the get go? Or that they won’t talk about it at all, and just let people assume that the kid simply takes after his mom? IDK, but it is something I thought about as well, during the scene where Connor and his wife ask Buck for his sperm.

By chance, I addressed their reason to ask Buck in this ask. Connor later in the ep has a chat with Buck one on one. Buck asks why him when they could get a sperm donation from the sperm back with “perfect genes” (he was SO loud on the self-worth issues. Buck, my man, in what world do you think that in the sperm bank records you wouldn’t seem like someone with great genes? Over six feet tall, athletic, works as a firefighter, etc). Connor says they could know the physical attributes and the profession, but not whether the sperm donor is a kind person, and that this is way more important that the superficial stuff. Which is a nice sentiment, but I wrote in that ask reply why I’m also ambivalent about it. Especially since he - probably unintentionally - ends up agreeing that Buck doesn’t have “perfect genes.” Listen, no one has perfect genes, there’s no such thing, but Buck’s aren’t worse than anyone else’s, please don’t feed into that boy’s self-worth issues, even partially. He IS more than his willingness to tear himself apart selflessly for others (admirable as that trait is).

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juletheghoul · 3 years ago

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Domum (Part 2)

I am dedicating this to you @221bshrlocked, I really hope you enjoy this second instalment of Vamp Boyfriend Max and please know that whenever I return to this world, I'm thinking of you.

There will be a part three.

Max Phillips x F!Reader

Pairing: Max x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.5K

Warnings: **TRIGGER WARNING** Max is a vampire so there will be blood talk, some of it sexual in nature, implied violence (nothing super graphic), language, Smut 18+, PIV sex (wrap it up), slight dirty talk, Oral-female receiving, supernatural themes, descriptions of gore

Reblogs are appreciated

Masterlist Part 1

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“And just when did you forsake me hm?” You stared at Ambrose, curled up and purring loudly against Max's chest on your bed. He seemed to choose Max over you half the time and you couldn’t help but be a little jealous. He stared at you with his eyes half closed, blinking slowly and you sighed at the image of your two favourite boys in your bed.

“Fine, let Max feed you then.” You were only half kidding.

“Jealousy doesn’t become you, my love.” His eyes were closed but he smiled, imagining the look on your face.

“You shush, you’re only smug because he favours you.” He laughed at your tone and made a show of kissing Ambrose on his little face and you rolled your eyes. He set him down onto the floor - against Ambrose's wishes- and pulled you into bed. “I have to go to the market-” he cut you off with a kiss. It was so hard to push him away when he kissed you like that. When his hands held your face so tenderly.

“I would like for you to stay, stay in bed with me.” he kissed your neck and you felt the ghost of his fangs caressing your pulse point. Always letting you give consent before piercing your skin. You shivered slightly but you couldn’t give in. Giving in always meant you weren’t getting anything done. It took a great deal of self control to slip out of his grip and you quickly pulled away, leaving him in order to gather the clothing you had mended.

“If I let you carry on I'll waste the day.” you scolded him without any real anger.

“Waste? You call what we do a waste?” he laid on his back, arm over his eyes in mock distress. You could see the little smile at the corner of his mouth.

“You know full well what I meant - I need to bring these things to the market or Mrs. Johnson will have my head. I will be back soon, and then we can do whatever you want.” He perked up at the last bit, like you knew he would.

“Anything…?” He had pure mischief in his eyes and you blushed slightly at the implication.

“Yes - within reason I don’t think I need to clarify.” You approached the bed and he hastily got up to sit at the edge, making space for you between his legs. You stood and stared down at him - he looked up at you like you were the very air he breathed and you wondered for a brief moment how you could be so lucky.

“I’ll be waiting for you my love, like always.” he spoke with pure devotion as he hugged you around the middle. You ran your fingers lovingly through his hair- pulling it back lightly to kiss him on the mouth.

“You better.” You smiled at him, then made your way out.

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You made it to the market quickly and found Mrs Johnson stomping her foot impatiently and you braced yourself for an onslaught but she cheered up when she caught sight of you. She was one of the nicer villagers and you had a good relationship with her.

“There you are, girl - I was beginning to worry. Let me see.” She took the garments you had carefully folded up out of your arms and inspected your work. A frown of concentration on her face as she inspected a big tear you had mended. “Perfect - as I knew it would be. Thank you sweetling, here - for your trouble.” she handed you a small purse of coins and you took it thankfully.

“My thanks - I am always available for work.” You both said your goodbyes and you stopped to stock up on more thread. You needed new needles as well and you were perusing for more materials when you heard someone calling you. It was the young girl you’d helped almost a year ago, you had learned her name was Sarah and since then she had taken a shine to you. Treating you like an older sister and you regarded her in much the same manner. The little sister you never had.

“What is all the commotion?” You raised your eyebrows at her, she was breathless with excitement.

“I knew you hadn’t heard! There are new people in the village! They came in last night!” The smile on her face was half wild with excitement, times like this you realized how young she was and it always endeared her to you.

“Okay Sarah, take a deep breath and tell me.” You half laughed as you paid for your things and walked through town with her. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she grabbed your arm excitedly, telling you about the band of thespians, entertainers traveling the country; putting on shows and plays. “Singers and bards travel through here from time to time-“ she cut you off.

“Yes but never this many! Seems to be a large company - they’ll finally put that playhouse to use. Isn’t it exciting?” She smiled brightly at you but you had a bad feeling. It wasn’t the same as when Max came into town, this was stronger and it left a bad taste in your mouth. “Look! That’s them!” She whispered excitedly into your ear.

There was a group of men making their way into the big tavern in town and it felt like someone had dumped ice water down the back of your dress. There was something wrong.

Max was there in an instant, Sarah didn’t notice him until he spoke.

“Good morning Sarah.” He spoke with a neutral tone but you knew that he was anything but relaxed. He usually stayed inside during the day and his body language gave him away, to you at least.

“Hello Max! Did you hear?” You rolled your eyes, knowing she would explain the whole thing over again. He had a smile on his face as she spoke but it wasn’t filled with the warmth you had become accustomed to.

This was a mask.

“Newcomers, that’s interesting.” You could see him scanning the outside of the tavern with a critical eye. He sensed whatever you had sensed, and he sensed it all the way from the cottage.

When Sarah left he spoke in hushed tones, you had never seen him like this.

“There is something here. Something hungry.” To everyone who passed by you were a courting couple taking a stroll through the village square but he was unsettled.

“I felt it too, made my hair stand on end.” You pressed yourself up against him, there was a sudden chill in the air and you weren’t exactly sure whether it was his words or the temperature.

“I don’t like this, it seems familiar but I can’t quite place it. I need to find out what it is and either destroy it or get it out of town. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.” You smiled to yourself, remembering his attitude towards the town when he first arrived. Things had changed for you since then, for the most part anyway.

There were still villagers who thought you were the devil incarnate but most of them had embraced you. Sarah had advocated for you and with her being the daughter of prominent members of your community, others had followed. You had a steady stream of customers who came to you as a seamstress, and an even bigger one for your other talents.

The townspeople were wary of Max, everyone except Sarah - she treated him as an extension of you; and she loved you.

He had embraced the villagers, promising you that he would protect this place. That he would protect anything you loved. You both spoke about it as you made your way home and you decided that you would go into town that night to investigate. Go to the tavern and get a drink to see if either of you could find out just what exactly had blown into town.

The tavern was unusually full, it seemed everyone wanted to be out amongst the newcomers. You smiled at Jasper, the old barkeep, you had helped his wife with pain in her legs a few months ago. He always had a smile for you now.

“I will find us a table, Jasper favours you.” Max whispered in your ear and you laughed. You asked the grizzled old man for a glass of wine and some cider, he didn’t let you pay.

The two of you sat in a dark little corner of the tavern, keeping an eye on everyone and chatting idly, Max drinking his wine and you nursing your cider. The two of you waited a couple of hours but it was for naught. Nothing happened - although it was pleasant to be out with him, neither of you sensed anything dangerous. Chalking it up to a loss, you made your way home.

The night was pleasant and you walked leisurely through the woods towards the cottage, the two of you arm in arm - enjoying the clear night sky. You were looking at the moon, seeing it’s position - full moon in a few days you thought to yourself when Max pulled you off the path suddenly. You shrieked in surprise but you quickly recovered when he pushed you up against a large tree. You weren't too far off the path, someone walking by would have to know you were there in order to see you.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” You spoke in mock outrage, he laughed into your skin. He had you caged against the trunk; his face was buried in your neck and he was kissing every inch he could reach.

“I think you know, I believe you told me we could do whatever I wanted this morning.” He lifted your leg, hoisting it high on his hip as he ground into you. You let out a sigh at the feel of him, hard enough to feel through his trousers at your core. The bark of the tree was scratching at the back of your neck, the little bit of pain adding to the pleasure.

“I think I want to hear you say it.” Your voice was breathy, your fingers running through his hair, you guided his face towards yours, you wanted to kiss him. You wanted his tongue in your mouth and his hands on your body. You wanted him closer, always closer. He smiled into the kiss.

“I want to fuck you against this tree my love. I want to feed from you while you cum, I want to taste your pleasure, I want to love you. Will you let me love you?” He watched your mouth as he spoke, his words exciting you so much you ached. So much that you moaned and felt your sex dripping for him. Your heart was pounding, even your blood wanted him.

“Yes, always…” You breathed it out but he swallowed your words. He reached between you to pull your skirts up past your hips, he became impatient with all the fabric and when he reached your undergarments he ripped them roughly. The act excited you, causing another wave of slick to drip out of you and onto your thigh. He knelt in front of, looking up like he was in prayer.

He lifted your leg and draped it over his shoulder and he licked at your core hungrily. You felt his urgency, he sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth with a passion that had you frantically clutching at his hair, it had you grinding into his mouth and it had you almost screaming. Your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave and he drank it down, refusing to pull away until you pushed him. He started undoing his trousers, pulling himself out as he stood.

His eyes were black with lust, as he roughly lifted you against the tree- wrapping both your legs around his hips; lifting you as if you weighed nothing.

“Undo your blouse for me sweet girl, I’m going to bite you where you like it.” he held you against the tree as you hastily undid your corset enough to pull your blouse down. You held tightly onto him as he reached down to guide himself into your wet heat. Both of you groaned when he was fully seated inside you.

It felt better every time. It was bliss, it was ecstasy.

You moaned as he drove into you, the scratching of the tree behind you sharpening the pleasure of his thrusts. You saw his fangs elongate and felt him getting frantic. He wouldn’t last long. You pushed his head down to your breast and he bit it rougher than usual, you could hear the sound of your joining and it was filthy, it was obscene out in the open like this but you didn’t care. The pleasure building with his bite and your blood in his mouth.

He licked your wound closed and moved to your other breast - you saw the brief anguished look of pleasure on his face as he bit your nipple. It hit you again. It was so intense you seized up almost painfully, screaming at the intensity of it. Your cunt clenched around him and he came with a growl.

He set you down, his grip softening, he was gentle again and he licked your wound closed. This was the roughest he’d ever been with you and you enjoyed it far more than you would have ever thought.

He was pulling your shirt back up and straightening your skirts as you caught your breath, he had a little frown on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You touched his face, bringing his attention to you.

“I’m afraid I got carried away, I’m sorry if I was too rough with you.” He looked chastened, he hissed when he saw the scratches on your shoulders and neck from the tree. You laughed lightly but he didn’t join in.

“Max, I thoroughly enjoyed that. I will heal. I can draw myself a special bath and I will be better in a few hours. Please, put it out of your mind my love.” You hugged him to you and he relented.

He was quiet as you made your way home and although he had dropped the subject, you knew he felt guilty. You appreciated the sentiment but you weren’t made of glass.

Once you got home, you had him fill the big kettle as you gathered a few things.

When he returned you had him pull the big tub into the middle of the room, he did so without comment. Once the water was hot enough, he helped you fill the tub and you put a few things into the water; dried herbs and flowers that would help relax you. He watched as you moved about, picking a little bit of this and a pinch of that.

The steam was lovely and it smelled like lavender and wildflowers. You stripped off your clothes and ordered him to do the same but he didn’t right away, you got into the tub and raised your eyebrows at him. He smiled and stripped, joining you in the warm water.

“Here, rub a little of this wherever the skin is irritated.” You handed him a little jar full of a thick oily paste. He obeyed and you felt his big warm hands massaging it into your skin. He was thorough and quiet as he did what you asked, the two of you enjoying the intimacy and the warmth.

He kissed your shoulder when he was done and you laid on his chest between his legs. He washed you gently as you relished his sturdy warmth behind you.

“Max, can I ask you something?” The question popped into your mind and you had to get it out.

“Yes my love?” He was washing your hair, massaging your scalp carefully as you relaxed.

“You told me once that you’ve only ever turned one person, what happened to them?” You asked it casually, you were curious and he never spoke about his past. You felt him tense for a moment before he continued with his actions.

“Do you really wish to know?” His voice sounded a little hesitant, you wanted to know, but only if he wanted to tell you.

“You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to, I was merely curious.” You meant it, whatever happened before either of you met- it didn’t matter. Not now that you had each other.

He carefully poured water on you, washing the soap out of your hair in silence, taking the utmost care to not get any of it in your eyes. You thought the conversation was done but he eventually spoke.

“I’ll tell you one day, not today - allow me to tell you in my own time.” He pressed his face into your neck, kissing your ear and shoulder, his actions soothing the hurt he imagined his response was causing. He was entitled to his silence. You turned to face him, looking up from where your face was pressed against his chest.

“You don’t have to explain, if it hurts too much or if it’s something you don’t like discussing. It’s okay for you to keep things to yourself.” You smiled at him, letting him know there was no double meaning, you meant every word. He pulled you up to kiss you and you felt his devotion to you, felt him saying what you meant to him without words.

You both sat in the bath quietly for a long time.

---

A couple of days went by and nothing, no hide nor hair of whatever the two of you had sensed. You were beginning to think that maybe you’d gotten lucky, something passing by near enough for the both of you to pick up on it but not actually staying.

You should be so lucky.

There had been talk in the market of a beast, a monster ripping through the Robertson farm just outside town. Killing a few of his sheep and almost all of his chickens. The carnage was said to be disturbing and the bad taste returned with a vengeance, rocks settling in your stomach. This is not good.

Once you got back home and explained what happened to Max he made it a point to go to the Robertson farm to see if he could get a sense of what it could be. It wasn’t long before he was back - frowning deeply.

“I cannot get a feel for it, it’s not another of my kind that’s for sure. This feels more primal, more violent. I need to get closer.” You could see his frustration, it was bothering him that he couldn’t fix it.

Later on that night, Max got his wish.

You were laying in bed, curled up in each other when something flickered across Max's face. He blurred out of bed with how fast he moved, stopping to hastily put his trousers on. You felt it before you could ask him what was wrong, Ambrose shot out of bed and bounded for the door. He was hissing loudly, his hackles raised higher than you’d ever seen.

“Stay there.” His voice was iron, no room for argument. He stalked over to the door and listened, you heard it all the way from the bed; something massive was outside your cottage. It pressed against the door lightly and you could hear the gouging of the wood, whatever it was - it had claws.

Your heart was in your throat as Ambrose hissed and snarled, you quietly got up to wrap your blanket around you. Max silently moved to your kitchen to look out the window. Ambrose stopped hissing and ran towards your bed.

“It’s gone.” He didn’t move from the window and you tentatively approached him, needing his warmth to reassure you. He instantly rubbed at your arms to calm you. “You’re safe my love, nothing will happen to you. Good news is, I think I figured out what we’re dealing with. It’s a werewolf.”

You knew there had to be other creatures in this world, you yourself were a witch and you were committed to a vampire but you were at a loss for words. You would have laughed, had he not had that look on his face.

“It came straight here, it must sense us in it’s altered state.” He was pacing the room, thinking hard as you sat silent at the table. Shivering even though you had the blanket wrapped around you. You were trying to think about everything you knew about werewolves, you knew there must be something about them in your mothers notes, where were they again? You got up and put on a shift before digging through the big trunk tucked into the corner of the room.

He came over when you yelled in triumph, pulling out your mothers big leatherbound notebook.

He was silently watching you as you flipped through the pages, looking for any insight and then you saw it - she had a whole page on them. Some of the points you already knew, that you needed pure silver to ward them off. They were vicious and their bite was a curse. When they were in their animal state, they were purely primal. They would tear apart their own mothers without a second thought. Aversion to silver & iron, wolfsbane - would make sense as to why it only gauged at the wood of your door. You had fortified your protection once more after Max had come in, leaving out anything that would stop him and him alone.

“Tonight was the last night of the full moon, we have a month to prepare. We have to find out who it is, and destroy them. They cannot be cured, I hope no one gets hurt tonight.” You spoke to him as you put the book on the table. He listened intently and the both of you came up with a plan to go into the market and get as close as you could to the newcomers.

“Hopefully they'll leave before the next full moon, we should be so lucky.” He spoke as he blew out the candles you’d lit, the both of you getting back into bed. You whispered your plans to each other, vowing to warn Sarah. You thought of little trinkets you could make, talismans of protection to the people closest to you. You hoped with everything in you that you wouldn’t wake up to bad news.

---

No such luck.

The two of you decided to head into town together the next day, and there were whispers of a great beast everywhere you went. Several people had seen a huge mass stalking around the woods, luckily no one had been hurt. You did notice a few of the more unfriendly villagers giving you hard glares and scowls as you made your way through, you felt Maxs grip tighten slightly at the open show of hostility.

“We’re trying to protect them.” he spoke as you tried to calm him, putting your hand on his chest. He took it and held it there as you walked through. You caught sight of Sarah and she rushed over to you.

“I wanted to warn you- a couple of townsfolk were saying that this has something to do with you. I said that there was absolutely no way - that you’re a good person but I didn’t like how they spoke.” She was visibly upset, imagining her defending you pulled at your heartstrings.

“Oh sweetling, thank you - we’ll be okay, they’re just scared.” You hugged her tightly, trying your best to reassure her. “I’ve made you something, I brought it with me in case I saw you, put this on and don’t take it off. I’ve made one for each of your parents - this should protect you. Please make sure you don’t go out after dark. Do you understand what I’m telling you?” You spoke to her as you handed her the talismans you made. She smiled shyly and put on the necklace.

“I won’t take it off, please - be careful. Both of you.” She hugged you tightly and left quickly.

----

For the next couple of weeks both you and Max made it a point to get close to the newcomers. Thinking that maybe if you got close enough you would be able to sense it but it was for naught. They kept fastidiously to themselves, the only time you saw them was when they performed. Even then - Max couldn’t get a sense of who the danger was. You had learned from your mother’s book that it would be difficult, that the days before and after a full moon - this person could appear to be perfectly human.

——

The full moon was coming in just a few days and the tension between you and a few townspeople was palpable. Even before Sarah and other people had embraced you, things were never this bad.

You studied the book constantly, using your mothers knowledge to create a weapon that would be able to kill the beast. It would have been better to cure it but it was for naught, there was none to be found. The biggest fear would be that someone else would get bitten, spreading the curse to someone else.

Well, not the biggest fear - the biggest fear would be that someone would get killed.

——

“What do you propose we do? This is the best course of action. You know that.” He was right, as angry and upset as you were, you had to admit he was right.

“I don’t like it Max. I should be out there with you.” Your voice was soft, you were trying to argue but he looked so worried.

“I know. I cannot focus if there’s a chance you might get hurt. If something were to happen to you, I would never forgive myself- you know it makes sense- I can cover more ground without you.” He walked over to you, untangling your arms to wrap them around his neck.

He had a way of making you crack, of burrowing under your skin; into your heart. You couldn’t help but press your ear to his chest.

“I have to know you’re safe, if we both get hurt then we’re useless.” He pressed his lips to your temple.

“Very well, please be careful.” You held him tightly, as tight as you could and he let you.

---

It felt horrible to sit around and worry.

You made tea, you flipped through the book absentmindedly, it was almost a compulsion. Ambrose could sense your anxiety and he plopped down on your lap, purring loudly against your skin.

Max insisted on patrolling every night of the full moon. He was determined to destroy the beast and have your lives return to normal and you couldn’t blame him, but you couldn’t sleep until he walked through your door safe and sound. When he eventually did you would nearly tackle him to the ground.

The relief wasn’t to last though.

He burst through your door on the last night of the full moon. He was covered in blood and he held a body in his arms.

Your heart seized up, Sarah was limp in his arms. You were frantic, you could see her throat had been ripped open and you held the scream in your throat. He was speaking to you as he laid her down on the table.

“My love, I need you to focus. Is there anything in your book on how to save her?” You took a deep breath as he spoke, opening the book to the familiar pages with trembling hands.

There’s so much blood

“There’s no way to undo the curse Max, if she doesn’t die - she’ll be one of them.” The tears were flowing now, she was so young, so full of life. You walked over to her, brushing the hair out of her face. Her skin was like ivory and far too cold. Her breaths were shallow and the blood was flowing slowly. Her heart was pumping her life away.

“Can you save her?” You knew he didn’t like talking about it, but it might be the only chance she had. His eyes were on you and you could see the pain in them; inner turmoil bubbling up.

“My love, it would not be her choice and she might hate me for it. Hate you for making it for her.” His words were knives to your already broken heart.

“Please Max, I cannot lose her.” You were sobbing then, voice paper thin and up to your elbows in her blood. Her ragged breaths must have been an agony. She was bleeding into her lungs.

“Are you prepared to deal with her scorn?” His voice was cloud-soft, he didn’t want to lose her either.

“Yes.” You spoke to him but you kept your eyes on her. “Whatever it takes to save her, please.”

He changed her.

——-

You waited for her to change with baited breath. It took much longer than anticipated and you almost chewed your nails to the bone. Max fared no better, he paced the cottage while the transformation occurred and you could feel his fear. Whatever had happened in his past weighed heavy on his mind while you waited. You asked him what happened to distract him.

Max had destroyed the creature, it was one of the newcomers - he’d been taken with Sarah and they had stepped out together when he changed and in her fear; her talisman had been lost.

When you saw her skin stitching itself back together you breathed a sigh of relief, your body was a tense knot and you felt your muscles loosen slightly as her breathing regulated, as her body repaired itself.

“She will be thirsty when she wakes.” He whispered, sensing her starting to come to.

When she woke she was disoriented and Max stood between the two of you with his arms up, his body a wall between Sarah and you. He held her firmly in his grasp and spoke in clear sentences.

“Sarah sweetling, can you hear me?” He was staring into her wild eyes, for a moment it was as if she didn’t recognize either of you but a few seconds later you saw her soften, saw her take you both in.

“Max? What happened? What happened to me?” She was looking at her hands, her eyes darted around rapidly and you could see the fear.

“Sarah - focus on my voice. I need you to listen.” He came closer to her, very slowly, approaching her like one would a wild animal. He explained what had happened to her and what he’d done. What he was, what she now was as well. She looked at you with fear in her eyes and Max almost broke. This was what he’d been afraid of.

“Am I going to be okay?” She was terrified and you wanted to hug her but Max wouldn’t let you.

“You’re going to be fine - come, I will help you and once you're fed I will bring you back here and we will talk.” He turned to kiss you quickly, his unconscious need to feel you close was as much to reassure him as it was to reassure you. “Draw a bath for her my love, she will want to get clean when we get back.” With that they both left.

----

It took days for her to adjust, Max walking her through the change. His fear that she would hate you both never left him and you could hear the silent apologies in the way he treated her. The way he guided her through everything like a father would a favoured child.

At first she was afraid, terrified of herself and her new abilities but it didn’t last. She took to it well. Her young age, which he thought would be a hindrance - actually worked in her favour.

She had a long way to go until she had the same level of control as Max, but both of you would be there to help her.

To be continued...

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Verboten - Chapter Seven.

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“I told you I was doing extra hours.”

“You bloody didn’t! Fucking liar, trying to make me look like I’m in the wrong!”

The viciousness of her mouth. It honestly surprised him.

“I did, Ella. It’s just as per fuckin’ usual, you don’t listen. You’re too busy with anything else to even acknowledge what I say, like being home at 10pm instead of 8pm, which I did tell you. Now, keep your voice down, before you wake the kids.”

“Oh, fuck you. You’re an inconsiderate shit!”

“Yeah, fuck me? I wish you would for once, frigid bitch.”

He knew it was petty, but he couldn’t help not taking a swipe back at her. He didn’t hang around for any reply she might have had to that, her screams of indignance muted by him turning around and shutting the door behind him, heading upstairs and hoping his babies slept on. Checking in on them, he found all three sleeping soundly, stroking their hair and laying a loving kiss on each blonde crop of curls, smiling at them warmly.

They were the only good thing he was going to come home to that night, Ella’s snappiness the first thing he’d encountered after walking through the door and having her demand why he’d missed her calls, wondering where he was. He knew full well he’d told her, he said as much that morning while helping get the kids ready for school while she’d been feeding Lani. As usual, though, his wife was never wrong.

He had to admit a little fault here, though, blowing up in the way that he had at her. He was doing it not because he was wholly angry at her, but because he was pissed off at himself for not being able to resist her sister. It had been three days since he’d kissed her in the garden shed, and all he’d done in the time between was long for her.

Heading up a floor, he went to the loft conversion bathroom, turning the tap on and taking off his shirt, throwing it into the laundry hamper before turning to close the toilet seat and sit down, pulling out his phone. He was just about to catch up on emails when the door opened, signalling Ella’s arrival.

He groaned, in no mental condition for an argument. He’d had the shift from hell, being punched in the ribs by an arrestee and almost stabbed before he’d disarmed and cuffed him. The guy had been twice the size of him, needing three officers to bring him to the ground and restrain him. “I’m not in the mood for round two.”

“Oh, believe me, I’m making this quick. How bloody dare you throw something so vile as to call me frigid, how fucking dare you, Tyler! I am sick to death of repeating myself about this, so for you to be that cruel is a low blow. You’re my husband, try acting like one for once!”

Seething within, he only kept his composure this time so as not to wake the little ones where they were more likely to have heard. “I do. Every day, I do. I called you frigid because you are, that’s a fact, no matter how much you don’t want to hear it. Have I asked you about us resuming a sex life since last week? No, haven’t bothered, doubt I will either.

“It isn’t just about you refusing to have sex, it’s the fact you keep on pushing me away and I’m bloody tired of it, plus the fact you refuse to acknowledge it or talk to me about whatever the hell it is that’s the matter. We can’t fix things until you admit there’s something wrong, so just tell me. What’s up? Why are you freezing me out? What, is it post-natal depression or something?”

“Oh, of course, it’s always all my fault!”

“Well, since I’m not the one doing anything here to push you away then yeah, it fucking is!”

She sighed, reaching for the door handle. “Sleep in the spare room again tonight. I don’t want you near me. Fucking arsehole!”

He muttered a few swears in her wake, wondering if he’d hit the nail on the head when he’d mentioned post-natal depression. If she needed help, then he wanted to get it for her, although the state of their marriage was tumultuous at best. She had to want it, though. Then there was another other thought that rolled around in his head, being that she’d begun to emotionally check out of their marriage, but for whatever reason wasn’t ready to voice it.

He couldn’t quite trust that, though, purely because he knew it was likely his guilt addled brain throwing up such a suggestion in order to soften the stinging shame he felt from cheating on her. In that moment, he didn’t feel very guilty, though, sinking into the bath and sending someone he knew he shouldn’t be contacting a message.

‘Hey, what you up to?’

Twenty minutes passed before he received a reply, feeling a lot more relaxed by then.

‘Out with some colleagues for dinner and drinks. You?’

‘In the bath, trying to unwind.’

‘Well, hope you manage it!’

He immediately felt stupid for messaging her, the finality of her text to him loud and clear. Not interested in further conversation, or anything else for that matter. Putting his phone down on top of the wicker shelving unit to his left, he vanished under the water, holding his breath, the sub-aqua silence soothing to him.

He partially surfaced, just his nose and eyes sticking out, his ears still submerged, needing to remain in that comforting quiet for a while yet. He couldn’t soothe the anguish one woman caused him by attempting to garner attention from another, that other being the woman he’d enjoyed a furiously hot extramarital dalliance with exactly one week prior. Or could he?

Hearing his phone buzz on the shelf around half an hour after he’d submerged, he sat up, drying his hand and reaching for it.

‘I was doing so well, and then you had to mention you were in the bath. Now I can’t stop thinking about you being all naked and wet.’

‘I could be naked and wet in a different bathtub, if you like?’

‘As if it’d be the bathroom you’d be in if we were at my place. Besides, wouldn’t it be suss, you sneaking out at 10:40pm?’

He was just tying a reply when another came from her in afterthought.

“Besides! We need to try harder to keep away from each other!!!”

‘Nah, she wouldn’t give a shit. Things are rough ATM. As for keeping away from you, I’ve done a week, if you don’t count Wednesday. I think I deserve a reward for that.’

He knew it was wrong, so, so wrong, but he just couldn’t help himself. Neither could Zoey, apparently.

‘Meet me at my place in half an hour.’

He was out of the bath, dry and dressed within ten minutes, grabbing his keys and cell, heading downstairs to poke his head around the living room door.

“What?” Ella snapped, still fuming.

“I’m going for a drink with Jimmy and a few of the guys.”

“At ten to eleven? What’s the point, you’ll only be out for a few hours.”

“Anything is better than sticking around here.” Turning, he left before she could say anything else. For the duration of the drive, he had the rational, moral inner voice screaming at him to just turn around and go home to bed, to not actively seek solace between the legs of his sister-in-law just because his wife had angered him with her refusal to acknowledge their issues. However, the desire for Zoey completely overrode anything that voice advised.

When he actually saw her after tapping her apartment door, any kind of morality went flying out of the window. Then again, he wagered most men would likely suffer exactly the same at seeing a hot twenty-nine-year-old, big hair all wavy and sexy, eyes rimmed black and smudged answer the door in just her red lace underwear.

He advanced on her with a soft, yet hungry growl, Zoey giggling as he lifted her over his shoulder and smacked her bum all the way up to her bedroom, yanking her undies to the side and biting one of the cheeks too for good measure.

“Missed me, then?”

“Yeah, and I’m going to show you just how much too.”

“Ooooh, I’m a lucky girl. Before you do, though, stay right there. There’s something I didn’t give you last time.” He smirked, knowing exactly what that something was. He’d been so hyper focused upon her before that he hadn’t given her chance to return the favour in pleasing him with her mouth. He certainly wasn’t going to stop her this time, removing his t shirt while she undid his belt, running her tongue up the line of dark blonde hair descending from his navel.

Pulling his jeans down, his cock springing free, Zoey moved her mouth to his hip, causing a quake to ripple his abs when she added her tongue, finding a slightly ticklish spot, it seemed. “Stop!” He chuckled when she did it again, kicking himself out of the jeans bunching his ankles, glad he hadn’t bothered with boxers. There was no need.

“But you won’t stop me from doing it right here though, will you?” Running her tongue up the fat vein inflating the underside of his bulky shaft, she elicited a deep groan from him, Tyler tangling his fingers in her hair.

“Fuck, no.” That groan only deepened when she took him slowly into her mouth, his cock twitching the deeper she sucked him back, pausing before dragging her lips back up his shaft, pausing at the tip and kissing it as she winked at him, circling her tongue around a few times before repeating the same thing all over again. After a hard day, having his hard on tended to so very thoroughly was exactly what he needed.

Watching his cock disappearing again and again into her pretty mouth, every last care floated from his mind, the moment he shared with her the only thing prevalent to him, his thighs quaking as her lips tightened around him, her nails trailing down his chest stirring a flush of goosepimples to rise over his skin.

Pleasure crackled through him, his cock like iron as she continued to suck on him with aplomb, moaning softly around him, her noises of contentment sending tingling sensations through his thick shaft. It was about all he could stand without encroaching upon load blowing territory, stepping back before reaching to grasp her waist, throwing her into the middle of the bed.

Zoey shrieked, giggling as he moved between her legs and kissed her into silence, wasting no time in trailing those kisses downwards, his lips etching a heated descent upon her beautiful body before finally settling between her legs.

“Oh, I swear you’re the best ever at going down. Fuck, I’ve craved your mouth so much.” She told him, her cunt sucked upon greedily, Tyler groaning deeply as her wetness bathed his tongue and chin. He loved that blowing him had gotten her that aroused. Her hums and murmurs of pleasure floated through the air like sweet music as he sucked at her, the addition of the gentlest of nibbles making a soft prick of pain melt down her spine, gasping when his tongue began to roll languidly over her clit.

It was a delicate, slow circle he drew upon her bud, watching her undulate against his mouth, his hands stroking her silken legs, entranced by the sight of her losing herself to him. The blade of his tongue soon cut through to the marrow of her, all that was gentle pressure now replaced by keen licks that ignited her bones, making her feel as if embers were burning on her nerves, her thighs brushing his face, squirming in ecstasy.

“I think you’re ready for my cock now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but that means you stopping your tongue, and it’s too good!” He chuckled at the compliment, continuing to lash her clit with fast licks.

“It does, but maybe this...” Pausing, he moved to kneel, pushing her thighs down onto the bed and gently gliding his hardness into the aqueous velvet of her cunt. “...is better?”

“Ohh, I missed that.”

“I missed being here as well, believe me. I’ve tried to stop thinking about it, but it’s impossible now I know how amazing you feel, how damned gorgeous you look too, split around me.”

His abs juddered in response to her trailing her nails down them gently, one hand slipping between her legs to feel his cock as it plunged in and out of her steadily. “Feeling how wet you’re getting me? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she sucked on them, making him burn. “Mmmm, yeah. It really does.”

“Watching you do that is making my tongue jealous.” Slipping out, he moved back to lie between her legs, mouth clamping around her and sucking hard, his tongue sweeping through her folds. Her back arched off the bed, her body wholly at the mercy of his staggering sexual talent.

He lapped at her keenly, his hot breaths adding to the stimulation, her clit soaked from each eager swirl of his tongue before he moved back to arrow into her once more. Inching in steadily, he filled her entirely, remaining totally still, his thumb rubbing at her clit as he watched her slit spasm from the strong clenches of her inner walls around him, the sight transfixing to him.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she breathed, flexing on him as he remained completely still, pulling him down to kiss him with heated need. “Fuck me, please just fuck me.”

Moving his mouth to her neck, he chuckled deeply, sprinkling kisses. “Do I detect begging?”

“Yes, I’m out of my damn mind here! Please just pound me into the bloody bed!” Her desperation amused him, Tyler having her think he was about to sate her by beginning to move, a single thrust given before he pulled out once again, kissing his way back down, biting her pubic mound with a playful growl before sliding his tongue into her soaking slit.

“Your pussy tastes amazing, just in case I haven’t mentioned this before.” Laving over her clit, he winked at her, her nails gliding through his hair and over his scalp, watching as he ate her fervently, his short beard prickling her soft folds, a deep grumble of arousal causing her flood his tongue. Sitting back up, he pushed inside her again, her little whimper making his insides tingle.

She lay at his mercy, Tyler resting her legs over his shoulders as he began to give her exactly what she wanted, centring his weight down through his pelvis, each thrust delivered with more pressure, making her wail as he stroked her shins, turning his head to kiss her ankle and softly bite her toes. Just when she was getting used to being ploughed, though, he switched cock for tongue once more, pushing it into her burning hole, licking her opening while his nose nudged her clit, her legs virtually knotting around his head.

How? How could one person be this illimitably thrilling in bed? He was everything she’d ever looked for in a lover, so attentive, very much getting off on being the instigator to her losing her mind to him. She’d never been with a man who was as much of a giver as Tyler. His mouth ate her to near ruin before finally, he sheathed himself in her heat and this time, didn’t pull away.

He gave her long strokes, pulling right to the edge before invading back to her depths, three slow thrusts followed by two quick and sharp, Zoey’s eyes rolled back in her head as she shook under the pressure from his cock, heavy as it dragged throbbing heat out of her, her mouth dropped open as she panted and wailed.

“That’s it. Cum around my cock, baby.” Those words were the catalyst to it, her body trembling all over as she shattered for him completely, sparks blazing, her hips driving strongly as she ground against him, greedy for more friction.

Tyler had no idea how she didn’t drag the orgasm from him as well with the force she came with, but he focused on not succumbing to it, the tingling in the pit of his groin, slowing down to both contain himself and give her a little recovery, bending to suck her nipples in turn.

Moving onto his side, he pulled her leg up over his hip, stroking her thigh as they shared steamy kisses, his heart hammering madly. God, the things she stirred in him, the way her flesh felt pressed to his, the tight hug of her molten centre around his throbbing cock as he fucked her slow and deep.

Each of his lust saturated groans vibrated her lips as she tucked her head under his chin, kissing his neck, her nails grazing his chest, lost in the tempest that was the two of them together, their bodies hot and tight with erotic euphoria, a few more strong thrusts seeing Tyler through to his burning finish, shooting ribbons of cum deeply into the snug clutch of her cunt.

In the aftermath, she lay against his chest, her nails circling his nipple, his hand idly stroking up and down her back, tickling her spine, enjoying the afterglow of their releases, the quiet stillness, the peace. Once again, guilt was far from their minds, basking in one another, knowing they really were powerless to fight what they’d entered together. It was no longer a onetime thing, and both knew they wanted it to continue despite the obviousness of it being so very wrong.

They needed to face up to the truth of it. This was the start of their affair.

“Do you have to leave soon?”

“Yeah, I do. I don’t want to, though, having to go back to an empty bed.”

Zoey winced for him, hearing the bitterness in his voice. “That bad?”

“Yeah, you know how she is when she gets it into her head that she’s the one in the right. This time it was over me telling her this morning I’d be home at ten, and her swearing blind I didn’t. It wouldn’t have been an issue, but fuck, I don’t need to get screamed at after working ten hours and having some fuck pig of a human punch me straight in the bad rib too,” he vented, feeling bad about unloading on her. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. It’s okay. Yeah, I know how she gets, it’s frustrating. And is that what this is here?” Stroking the faint bruise to the side of his tattoo, Tyler nodded. “If you don’t want to, you can stay, you know.”

He smiled, touched by her sweetness. “It isn’t about what I want, babe. I need to be there in the morning when the kids wake up. Plus, if I stay out, she’ll likely only throw that at me too. She doesn’t need much incentive to dislike me further at the moment.”

Despite what he said, he remained where he was, happy, feeling peaceful, the tension gone from him. He knew as soon as he was back in the house, it’d all return, sleeping alone without the warm embrace of a woman who wanted him, rather than lying there allowing the resentment he felt towards his wife eat him alive.

At 1:30am, he reluctantly untangled himself from her, dressing slowly, drinking in the image of her lying there, naked and sleepy, so pretty to him. “I’ll text you. Stay there, I’ll drop the catch on the front door. Night, beautiful.” He kissed her forehead, picking up his cell and keys before leaving. If he hadn’t turned when he did, he’d have gotten back into bed with her.

Reluctance tugged at him throughout the drive home, hoping Ella would be asleep when he arrived back. He wasn’t in the mood for round three now he’d finally unwound and relaxed. Trudging up the stairs, he saw a dim light coming from under the bedroom door, about to pass it by.

“Tyler?”

Pausing, he turned back, opening the door and looking in, Ella on the bed with a book.

“I’m sorry I made such an issue earlier over nothing. It doesn’t matter if you told me or not, I shouldn’t have bitten your head off about it.” Wow, an apology. Still, though, she couldn’t really admit to the fact it was caused by her not listening to him. That part did matter. It mattered very much to him, to have the simple respect of being heard and noticed by his wife. “Do you want to sleep in here?”

“No,” he began, sighing. “And I won’t until you admit there’s something wrong, something you need to open up to me about so we can work on the fact that it’s driving a huge wedge between us. If you value our marriage at all, I guess you will. If not, I’m out of options.”

Turning, he shut the door, feeling like a hypocrite after what he’d told her, no matter how true it was. She might have been driving him away, but he didn’t have to keep running to another person to make it better, which was, he knew well, a much bigger factor in driving a wedge between a husband and his wife than one of them being emotionally stubborn. Sleeping with her sister wasn’t exactly valuing their marriage either, and he did see that.

Still though, when he climbed into bed, it was that other person whose presence he missed next to him above anyone else’s.

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Girlfriend. Jackie went out of her way to say Casey wasn't married to Tobias yesterday. Today in Reppurcussion they are married and have a bun in the oven. You know we're out here wanting to know how they got there. Feed us Queen. 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Oh, I should have seen this one coming. 😂 I'll tell you what, I'll give you a HC rather than a full fic because this is a one-off/AU. I have a whole other real headcanon for Tobias & Casey in production for their "real" story, and I don't want to confuse the two. So this is just for the time between (and a little after) For Your Eyes Only and Repercussions. Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Summary: What happened between Casey's boudoir photoshoot for Tobias and her being a wife and expectant Mom soon thereafter.

Category: HC – One-Shot/One-Off

Warnings: None - it's fluffy but does involve pregnancy

A/N: This is a reader request to see what happened between For Your Eyes Only and Repercussions.

A/N 2: This is a one-off, I guess this turned into a mini-series. This is not part of my ongoing Casey & Tobias HC.

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

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Four weeks after Casey surprised Tobias with a book of photos from her boudoir photoshoot, and the very passionate night the followed, Tobias invited Ethan to lunch and asked him to clear his calendar for the afternoon.

As they ate, he explained that their mission was to find an engagement ring for Casey. He didn't have the date planned yet, but he was proposing to Casey soon. Ethan was stunned. The Tobias Carrick getting married? He was still trying to wrap his head around him being in a relationship; though, he admitted, Casey seemed to have done wonders for him.

After hitting just about every jewelry store in Boston, they returned to the first one they went to. He wanted quality over quantity, so he purchased an almost perfect one-carat solitaire on a simple gold band. Elegant, timeless, and nearly perfect, "...just like the Casey," he said.

A week later, the ring sat in his safe tucked away in his closet. He was thinking of the perfect time to give it to her. Their two-year anniversary was approaching, but three months felt like too long of a time to wait. He decided to be patient. The perfect moment would present itself, he just knew it.

That same day, Casey laid on her bed in a panic. She was tired all the time, she could barely keep food down, her breasts were aching and now... she was a week late. She was too scared to face it, to take a test, or to tell a living soul. So she chose denial.

One week later she sat in her kitchen and nearly threw up when Jackie poured a cup of coffee. Jackie and Sienna shot each other a knowing look. "Casey, I think it's time you face reality, want us to go and get you a test?"

They came home with three and she took each one. They sat in the living room waiting for the results. Jackie reminded Casey that she warned her about the boudoir photos. Sienna yelled at her for chiding their friend who was out of her mind with worry. Sienna tried to soothe Casey, but she did not succeed.

You'd be a great mom. We'd all help you. Tobias loves you so much. Your baby would be surrounded by so much love. But no matter what she said, all Casey could think is she was still a resident, sure, Tobias loved her, but he never mentioned marriage or kids, she didn't know if he planned on that at all, much less with her and the last thing she wanted to do is force him.

The tests were all positive and she cried for twenty minutes. Her friends sat on either side of her rubbing her back and trying to make her feel better Finally, Jackie reminded her. "Casey if you're this upset, you do have options. We will love you and support you no matter what you choose to do, but you should talk to Tobias."

Casey went to work and, as usual, her boyfriend was thrilled to see her when she walked into the diagnostic office. He began talking about a weekend trip he was planning for them, but Casey was a million miles away. She cut him off mid-sentence. "Tobias, we need to talk. Can I come to your place after work?" "Sure," he said. Outwardly confident, but panicking inside.

"She's going to break up with me," he was pacing the floor. "What on earth makes you say that?" Ethan asked. Because she said 'We have to talk'. We all know what 'We have to talk means". She's dumping me. I can't believe this! Thirty-seven years to finally fall in love, without even trying, I might add! To find someone I want to be with forever, and she's dumping me!" "Tobias, perhaps you should just talk to her first."

He made her favorite meal, steak burritos. He picked up a bottle of the wine she raved about a few weeks before. A dozen roses were wrapped in a beautiful bow, and he made a last-minute decision to pick up chocolate-covered strawberries because he knew how much she loved them. He lit candles all around his condo and hoped for the best.

Casey walked in and didn't notice any of his efforts. She just immediately felt sick. "What is that smell?" But before he could answer she was in his guest bathroom hunched over the toilet. "Are you OK, baby? You sick?" "In a way. Can we go inside?"

Casey sat on the couch, her hands folded on her lap as she stared blankly at her feet. Over ten minutes had passed and, by now, Tobias was bracing himself. She turned to him with tears about to fall.

"There is no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say it. Tobias, I"m pregnant."

His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. He stayed silent for longer than he probably should have, but he was completely shocked. Casey believed his reaction meant that he was upset and she began to cry.

"I'm so sorry," she wailed.

That broke him out of his trance. He reminded her how making a baby works, and that he was there for it too. She had nothing to be sorry about. He hugged her as she cried on his shoulder, but as the shock wore away, the corners of his lips were cautiously forming a smile.

"Casey, I know this wasn't planned, but that doesn't mean that this can't be wonderful. You... my baby is going to have our baby." But when she looked at him with terror in her eyes, it hit him. Maybe she didn't want to. "Oh, God. I'm sorry, I was assuming. Do you... not want this, Casey?"

"Maybe someday. But I'm a resident, T. I haven't even started my career. And I love you and know you love me, but it's not like we ever even talked about marriage and babies and, I don't want you to feel trapped or obligated, and what if I can't do this? What if I'd be a horrible mother?"

He made it clear that this was her choice and he'd support her no matter what, but he wanted this. He wanted her, the baby, and everything that came with it. Sure, it was happening sooner than he planned, but so what? They would make it work.

"You never even mentioned wanting this, T. How do I know you're not just saying it."

"Hold on."

He grabbed the roses from the table and returned to the living room. She smiled as she took them and placed them on her lap. That's when Tobias dropped to his knee.

"Before you, I never thought I would have imagined being here, and if I hadn't met you, I don't think I ever would be. But from the day you told me you loved me, I always hope we'd end up here, Casey, because it's all I ever wanted. You're the one for me. You're it. It could never be anyone else. So, how about it? Can you make me the happiest man on earth? Are you brave enough to be my wife? Please, say yes?"

Casey looked dazed. Not the reaction he was hoping for.

"How did you know?"

"Know what?"

"That I was pregnant. Did Jackie or Sienna tell you, did you run out and buy the ring on your lunch break today, because..."

"Casey, no. Listen to me. I bought this ring a week ago, Ethan came with me he can confirm. I planned on doing this before I knew. To be honest with you, this just makes it all so much better."

"You're sure?" she asked. "A million percent. So what do you say." A huge smile spread on her face as she jumped into his arms. "Yes!" she yelled, "Yes, yes, yes."

That night he listened and she talked about all of her fears. No matter what she said, they brainstormed a solution together. When the night was done she looked at him and cupped his cheek in her hand. "We're having a baby." She smiled. He pulled her into a hug, "We sure are!"

Casey moved in with him the following week. He was very overprotective and nothing was going to happen to her, or his baby, if he could help it. He needed her there. He wanted her there.

All of her friends, other than Jackie & Sienna, assumed the sudden change of address was precipitated by the engagement alone. They didn't say another word, wanting to wait until things were further along before sharing their news.

Tobias asked Casey what kind of wedding she wanted. All she cared about was having the people they loved most there and making sure it was legal in the end. "All I really want is you." They decided not to put it off, and with the help of Sienna and both of their mothers, they had a simple, beautiful wedding at Boston Winery just two months later.

They announced that they were expecting during the reception and everyone was thrilled. Ethan, the Best Man, felt the need to assure everyone Tobias picked the ring out before he knew Casey was expecting. But no one other than Ethan seemed to find that important.

Casey's pregnancy was not smooth. Her morning sickness, which was all-day sickness, subsided after her third month. A couple spotting incidents landed her on total bed rest. As she got further along, sciatica and carpal tunnel syndrome became an issue, making it very hard to work. This caused her extreme emotional duress.

Ethan, Tobias, and Harper pulled together to devise a plan to get her through. Covering shits when needed, having her consult on all cases, even when she was out, and working to help her in every way possible when she was at work. She couldn't have had a more supportive team.

Her friends all wanted to be godparents and they started vying for the role. At one time, even hosting a party where they read essays selling themselves for the role. (In the end, the honors went to Ethan and Sienna). All the friends got together and threw an amazing co-ed shower for them at Casey's favorite restaurant on the waterfront. It was one of the few days of her pregnancy that she felt totally well.

Casey drove Tobias absolutely crazy during her pregnancy. Her hormones were all over the place. She'd be laughing one moment and crying the next. Her late-night cravings kept the poor man on his toes. He was more understanding than anyone thought he could ever be.

In spite of all this, the two of them were an amazing team and they just fell into married life. They loved each other more every day and they dreamed of their future together.

They decorated the nursery with love. Sienna painted a beautiful beach-themed mural on one wall, complete with dolphins, a little baby one as well.

Casey hired the photographer who took her boudoir photos to do a pregnancy shoot with her and Tobias. "You know, this very well could be your doing!" Tobias told her. "I've heard that before." Casey raised her eyebrows, "A little disclaimer may have been nice!"

When Casey went into labor, everyone except Aurora was on duty in the hospital, and everyone began freaking out. Ethan gathered them all together to remind them they were doctors, that this was a normal procedure and they had to focus. Then, as soon as they walked away, he ran to the waiting room and began pacing. Texting his best friend to let him know that he was right outside if they needed anything.

When everyone else reported to the same room at the end of the shift, they jokingly pointed out the hypocrisy. Ethan, Harper, Naveen, Bryce, Raf, every one of Casey's former roommates, her parents, and Tobias's mother, took over the room. It was practically a party.

The news took a while to come as Casey labored for 10 hours. Tobias never left her side, not once. The doctors marveled at his bladder control.

At 11:57 PM, baby Samantha Rose Carrick was born. They loved the name Samantha, and the nickname Sam. Plus it was the name of the waitress when they had their first date. She had predicted they'd get married and, at the time, they both thought she was crazy. Rose was Casey's middle name and her mother's first.

Tobias couldn't believe how much he loved being a dad. He was the perfect girl Dad and Samantha had him wrapped around her tiny finger as much as her Mommy did.

For all her fear, Casey took to motherhood like a dolphin to water. She adored being a mom, she adored her husband, and she adored her parents, who moved to Boston. They bought a condo near her's to help with the baby. Tobias's mother came over often as well. This enabled Casey to comfortably finish her residency and start her career... it did take a village, and they had the greatest village of all.

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