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Those can be those who you deleted but didn't update the masterlist. It's basically those who i can't access. But some where my favorites so yep. All the non functioning links, i'm not counting the ones that open on browser, since they technically work... Kinktober list 2 went back to work btw Kinktober 2021 - Day 24 and 30 Proxies list one- A movie that doesn't have your full attention. Literally Car sex Getting and interesting text (i cried this one i went back many times to read) Licking Weapons Burlesque Dancer But fun fact about list one you put the same fic there twice, it's SO who returns after a long time in the Ticci Toby list. Proxies List 2 Under the table cause he said so Hoodie, Masky and Toby in a poly relationship EJ, Slender and Jeff list one. In the passenger seat, distracting the driver Interesting Text and licking weapons again EJ, Slender and Jeff list two. He loves me he loves me not, the link to AO3 Ben Drowned Sitting on the "sofa" Ben and his ears SCP Dr Kondraki: Size Kink and Other Smut Thoughts Clef: It's rude to make me blush. SO that has a thing for praise Spice and Long distance Rights: General Spice Gears: Spicy Thoughts Multiple: Different Strokes for Different Folks Dr. Kondraki, Dr. Clef, and Dr. Bright Walking in On Solo Time Clef, Kondraki and Bright with a Mommy Dom SO Dr. Glass, Dr. Light, Dr. King and Dr. Iceberg Walking in on Private Time Darkwood Wolfman: Those Damned Eggs Won’t Get Themselves Call of Duty Simon Riley: Over Coffee Finished.

OH YEAH THOSE WERE ALL DELETED

Except for the coffee one. Not deleted. That’s weird.

I usually talk about the things I delete here but people don’t really read those (which I don’t mind). Just know I sometimes go through and burn things.

Anyways thank you !!

When I’m not busy I’ll (maybe) come through and delete a bunch of those. I have a ‘real’ life now, and this blog is pretty dead to me, so I don’t really bother with the upkeep anymore. I haven’t cared for like…. Over a year now ☹️

Some of these got saved on AO3. Some didn’t. I wasn’t proud of a lot of those. Regardless, thank you so much.

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In Living Color

Chapter 10 - Part One

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 7,000

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Smut.

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July 2021

Chris’ leg was bouncing anxiously as the private plane slowly rolled along the runway after landing in California. He didn’t know why he should be nervous, something which his younger brother had obnoxiously pointed out just moments earlier, he had no reason to be. But there was something in him that still felt anxious, that wondered what it would be like seeing Nat again. So much had happened since they’d been in person and although he knew just how much they’d grown closer, emotionally becoming so connected in his time away, his anxiety was trying to convince him otherwise. 

It didn’t help that he’d been building today up in his mind for months now, practically dreaming every day of how it’d go, what would happen, that now he was more nervous than he’d been in a long time for anything, but especially a date. She just was…. it for him, and the fact that she was that already, after only a few months of knowing each other and a few moments together, was reason enough for him to feel this way.  

But when Dodger jumped up from where he’d been laying at Chris’ feet as the flight attendant opened the door, Scott shot Chris a smile, more confident about the evening going well than Chris was, especially when Nat had asked if she could pick Chris up from the private airfield. With them going straight to the restaurant, Chris had come dressed for the evening, wearing his tight white tank top and a watercolor style patterned shirt that he knew Nat would love hanging unbuttoned on top. He wanted to look a little bit nicer, showing Nat he put effort into it, not having any interest in playing things cool. He was crazy about Nat and he wanted her to know it. 

That anxiety that was hanging at his heels was still ever present when he finally stood up behind Scott who grabbed his bags and Dodger’s leash, telling him, “Alright, I’ll drop Dodge and your shit at your house and then I’m headed home. Have fun tonight.” 

“Thanks Scott. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he promised, clapping his brother’s shoulder before he turned, taking one last glance around the cabin to make sure he had everything. 

Chris shoved his nervous hands into the pockets of his dark wash jeans and turned the opposite direction of Scott once they headed down the short stairs and onto the pavement. He glanced down at his phone, looking at the text again to see where Nat was parked but as he kept walking and lifted his head, he found that he didn’t have to look any farther to find his girl. 

She was just stepping out of the driver's seat of his Tesla and suddenly the past few months of being without her seemed to hit him hard. Every inch of him wanted her in every sense of the word. He wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms and commit that feeling to memory, never wanting to be without it again and luckily he didn’t have to much longer when Nat’s eyes landed on his, her entire face lighting up as she ran over to him in her black heels and practically leapt into his arms, showing him just how happy she was to be with him too. 

Chris closed his eyes as he held her off the ground, squeezing her tight and breathing in that fresh lavender scent of hers. He had missed this so badly, not getting hardly any of it before he’d left for Europe and he was determined to make up for it now. He didn’t even know how long they stood there, holding each other so tightly until Chris finally set her down on her feet and pulled back enough to see her face but only got to for a second before Nat was crashing her lips to his, reminding him that was the other thing he’d been missing. 

He kissed her for as long as she let him, pulling back when his lungs began to burn and rested his forehead against hers, pressing kisses to any skin he could reach as he whispered, “I fuckin’ missed you.” 

“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” she replied just as quietly, her hand moving through the hair at the back of his head. He’d gotten his hair cut by one of the hair stylists on set when filming wrapped last week, and while it was definitely shorter than he preferred – and what he secretly knew Nat liked – it was still a welcome change after looking like Lloyd for the last four months. 

“Finally,” he chuckled, moving his forehead off at hers and looking her up and down, holding her hand in his. Her little black dress was definitely a surprise, something he’d never seen Nat in before, but he fuckin’ loved it. “You look gorgeous, Nattie.” 

She shrugged, a cheeky smirk on her face as she squeezed his hand a few times. “I’ve got a date tonight so I wanted to dress up a little,” she mentioned nonchalantly. 

“You look fuckin’ amazing,” he muttered with a shake of his head, eyes taking in her slightly more dramatic than usual makeup and lingering on her purposely-messy updo. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your hair straight before.” 

She blushed and shrugged, admitting, “I only do it for special occasions.” 

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks this is pretty fuckin’ special,” he laughed a little, grinning at her as they slowly began walking, hand-in-hand, to the car across the lot. “I’m so glad to be back with you, Nattie.” 

She leaned against his side as she confessed, “Me too.” 

Chris couldn’t help but stop them and reach out, letting a hand rest on her soft cheek as he looked down into those beautiful eyes he’d missed getting to see. There was so much unsaid in that moment, but it didn’t need to be because both of them were feeling the same thing and they knew it. He couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her once more, soaking in the taste of her kiss before pulling away with one little kiss to her forehead. 

“Just so you know…” Nat whispered as he pulled back from her forehead, a smirk on her red lips. “I like kissing you a lot better without the mustache.” 

Chris rolled his eyes, shaking his head as they began walking side by side again towards the car. “I can’t even make it to the fuckin’ car before you brought up the mustache!” He muttered playfully, but he felt the same.

“Well can you blame me? It was pretty awful,” Nat shrugged simply, smirking next to Chris as her heels clicked against the pavement.

“As promised, it was shaved before I came back to the states,” he reminded her, watching as she swung their hands back and forth a little, practically vibrating with excitement. “I just can’t believe you’re driving my Tesla. I never thought I’d see you behind the wheel of it, especially now that your car got recovered.” 

“As much as I love my car, I thought this might look a little better for a date than my Trooper that now has the paint scratched and the hubcaps missing thanks to my car thieves,” Nat sighed, and Chris nodded as he remembered the state it was found in, a few cities west of where it was stolen. They both had been relieved that it was relatively fine, but it was definitely due for some TLC in the shop soon.

“I’m just glad they found it though,” he whispered, but then smirked as his eyes moved up and down his girl again. “Although I think seeing you in my car is pretty sexy.” 

She shrugged, smirking as she agreed with a small laugh, “I am pretty good at sitting.” 

“Well get your cute ass in, I’ll drive,” he said as they got to the car, holding his hand out for the key fob.

But Nat bit her lip and looked at him with a smirk, and despite handing over the key, she murmured, “I don’t know if you should. I’m not sure you can keep your eyes on the road.” 

And Chris chuckled to himself, moving the fob between his fingers as he looked at her through his lashes, whispering, “I haven’t seen my girl in months and she picked me up looking sexy as fuck, so can you blame me?” 

He bit his lip as he saw the way she reacted to that simple rhetorical question, the deep blush that not only spread across her lips but also her chest, and then how she just nodded with pursed lips, dropping his hand.They both walked around the car, Chris chuckling to himself as he watched Nat easily open the door – something she’d struggled with only a few weeks ago – and they both slipped into the car without another word. He let out a sigh as the car automatically adjusted to his settings, the seat slipping back to accommodate his height and he looked over at Nat, smirking to himself as he felt nothing except a deep attraction to her. 

As he turned the car on Chris couldn’t help but reach over and rested his hand on her thigh, just needing that point of contact before he leaned his head against the seat, gazing at her while he told her softly, “I really missed you, Nattie.” 

He saw the tender look in her emotional eyes before she reached over to rest her hand on his cheek, rubbing her thumb against the smattering of prickly scruff before Nat connected their lips for their first unrestrained kiss, behind some semblance of closed doors and privacy, since seeing each other again. It just felt so good, not just the kiss but all of it. Having her back with him, feeling her touch, hearing that gorgeous laugh of hers, it all felt so perfect but what was even better to him was knowing that come tomorrow, he wasn’t going to have to leave like he’d done before. He was going to get her fully and nothing made him happier than that. 

He’d missed her. He’d missed her wild curls, the ones she barely seemed to have the time or patience to handle as the day progressed, before she resigned to her fate and just threw it up in a bun that was always somehow wilder and weirder than the last. He’d missed the faux-judgmental looks before she burst into laughter, shot at him from across the room or a conference table. He’d missed how she always succeeded in sneaking something that would make his trainer hate her into his meals, whether it was ice cream at lunch or copious amounts of carbs or cheese at dinner. He’d just missed her. Everything she did, everything she was, and everything she had become to him.

But when Chris felt her arms wrap around him and pressed her body into his the best she could from where they were in the car, he realized he’d missed that too. He couldn’t stop his hands from running up her side, tracing her figure until they slid around to her back and pressed her even closer to him. Suddenly she pulled away from him, confusing Chris and making his eyes open just in time to see her grabbing the edges of her black dress and pulling it up her thighs before she climbed across the center console and planted herself in his lap, knees on either side of his hips while her hands rubbed along his firm chest. 

His eyes were wide as he looked up at her, seeing the way she smirked as his head leaned back against the headrest to meet her eyes. And – not for the first time – he found himself in awe of her, of just how amazing and perfect she was, attracted to her in every sense of the word. Chris’ hands yet again reached out for her, pulling her body against his impossibly tight before their lips found one another’s again, their tongues tangling and soft sighs filling the car. He had dreamed of this for so long, wanting to remember what it was like to have his hands on her, rubbing down her back and groping at her ass the way they were right now. But none of his dreams matched up to how good it was to actually be feeling it, to be finally feeling her weight on his lap. 

Chris was so lost in her, so lost in the feeling of finally getting to kiss her that he had barely noticed her shifting in his lap until she started rolling her hips against him, making Chris need to pull away to take a long breath as he bit out a strained curse, leaning his head back against the headrest as she continued moving her hips against him. 

“Nattie, I thought I was taking you out for a nice dinner,” he ground out, his eyes flying close as she passed over him. 

But she smirked and leaned in, pressing her lips to his neck as he tucked a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. “Oh you still are, I’m starving,” she drawled. 

He gently moved her back to sit up, cringing a bit at just how…. enthusiastic he clearly was already. “I don’t think I have much room to really move here so maybe we do dinner first and then head home,” he suggested, his hand coming to rest on her arm as his thumb moved back and forth over the bare skin there, and he watched as she slipped out of his lap and moved back to her own seat. “I finally have time with you so I don’t want to rush it.” 

But Nat studied him for a few moments, eyes flicking between him and his pants before she asked, “What if I help you take the edge off now?” 

“...Are you bein’ serious?” 

She nodded and shrugged, a small smirk on her lips as her eyes watched him nod back quickly. It felt like a blur as she helped him unzip his pants and pulled him out of his briefs, and Chris’ eyes widened as she leaned down across the console, kneeling on her own seat to get closer to him. He watched from under his long eyelashes as Nat’s small hand wrapped around his base while her other hand ran along his length, her fingertips gently tracing the thick vein and making him harden in her hands. 

Chris was already on edge, leaning his head back against the headrest and taking in deep breaths through his nostrils while he muttered, “Fuck Nattie.” 

She chuckled, and the puff of air against him nearly made his hips jerk. “Just relax, baby,” she murmured to him unhelpfully. 

But how in the world could he do that? It was impossible to relax when he saw Nat’s red lips wrap around his tip and feel her warm mouth on him. Just the sensation of her tongue swirling around his tip was enough to make him want to die right then and there. He couldn’t believe this was happening, that he actually was here with her and that she was all his. 

It had been so long since they’d been together, and only once at that with that one time being so clouded with other emotions and uncertainty but this was different. They both knew how they felt and the emotional connection that they had months to build was stronger than anything he’d experienced before, but it only made it harder for him to hang on as she bobbed her head up and down. 

Chris reached out to cradle the back of her head with his hand, moaning obscenely and barely being able to open his eyes to look at her, knowing that would push him over the edge instantly. But he had to feel her, wanting to remind himself this was real and actually happening. His chest was heaving with his heavy breaths as she kept hollowing her cheeks and sucking him so perfectly and Chris let his hand run down her back as he grunted out from the particular way her hands fondled him. His hand kept following down the curve of her back and came to rest on the curve of her behind, just wanting to touch her as he focused on keeping his breathing in check. 

But the moment that Nat started sucking him harder and bobbing her head up and down faster and faster, his heart started pounding in his chest and he knew there was no way he was going to be able to hang on. He was panting heavily but managed to push out a “Nattie,” in an attempt to warn her that he was almost there but she just stayed put, keeping her tongue rubbing against him so perfectly until he couldn’t stand it anymore and finally spilled over his peak. 

His whole body went limp at the incredible release, melting into the seat as Nat only pulled off of him to swallow before she wrapped her lips back around his tip to gently suck him as his breathing caught back up to normal. Chris finally let his eyes flutter open when Nat finally sat back up and gave him such a soft smile that he was melting all over again. 

But she surprised him when she smirked suddenly, her eyes amused as she slowly pointed at him sheepishly and told Chris, “I think you’re going to want to wipe off your face.” 

Not understanding, Chris reached out to flip down the sunvisor where the mirror was put and he instantly burst into laughter at the sight of Nat’s dark red lipstick smudged all over his face. His loud laughter filled the car as Nat reached for her purse in the backseat and fished out a makeup wipe as she reached over to swipe it across his cheeks before moving to wipe off the lipstick that was smudged in other places other than just his face.  

Once they’d both settled – and shared more laughter – they’d buckled their seatbelts and Chris put the car in reverse, heading out of the airfield’s parking lot and towards the freeway, to the little Mexican restaurant, Chris letting out a tiny sigh of relief as he realized they still had time to make their dinner reservations. 

Chris was fairly quiet most of the car ride while Nat babbled on about the mishaps that had happened the past couple days at work featuring Mark and Jamie and the random antics they’d gotten into. He didn’t even really find himself paying that much attention to what she was saying, but just loved getting to finally be here in the car listening to her voice from right beside him rather than from the other end of a phone or blurry FaceTime call. 

But when they’d gotten tucked into a booth in the back corner of the restaurant, Chris couldn’t wait another moment to marvel, “God, I just missed you so fuckin’ much.” 

Her lips spread into a smirk as she huffed, barely looking at him from over the top of the menu as she mused, “I bet you did because I doubt Scott got you cheating on your diet and eating ice cream at lunch.” 

He shot her a look from across the small table, telling her, “I’m not sure that’s a bad thing.” 

“Might not be, but it’s also a lot less fun,” Nat simply shrugged as she put the menu down and reached for a chip from the bowl between them. 

Chris nodded, his eyes moving over the different fajita options. “If I could have ice cream for lunch and look like you do, I’d go for it too,” he murmured. 

“Yeah because you look so terrible,” Nat rolled her eyes but smirked when they caught each other’s gaze. 

Chris put his menu down on the table, smacking Nat’s hand away playfully as she tried to take a chip before he could. He smirked at her as he took some salsa too, and told her, “Hey, you’re the one that told me I did with that mustache.” 

“Yeah but that was all the mustache’s doing,” she rolled her eyes as she watched him eat, taking a chip of her own again as she reached for her water. “So are you happy to be done or is it sad when you wrap a project?” 

“A little of both. This one was fun, I mean you know I love the Russos but it felt like a whirlwind going from Prague to France and then Croatia so I’m ready for a break,” Chris shrugged, leaning back against the cushioned booth as he ran a hand over his face. “The past few days back home in Boston I just slept most of the time trying to get back on the right schedule.” 

Nat frowned as she listened to him, adding, “And now that you’re back in California you have to adjust again.” 

“It’s worth it though,” Chris grinned, but turned his attention quickly to the waiter as they came by to take their orders and drop off their drinks. 

Once they were alone again, she watched him as he took another chip.“Do you know how long you’re going to stay here?” She asked, voice a little more tentative than he’d expected from her.  Before he could reply, she rushed to add, “Will you be here until you have to go record in New York?” 

Chris nodded, remembering how they’d structured the process so he could record closer to Boston in the New York offices, but that was before everything changed and he had something here that made him want to stay in Los Angeles, for the first time in a long time. “I actually emailed Rob to see if I could switch it here instead,” he began slowly, knowing he hadn’t told her about that yet, but had been unable to help himself when the head of the recording department for the film sent over the drafted schedule for fall, putting him in the New York City a few days a week. “I just have a much better reason to be here than New York.” 

But she smirked around the straw of her lemonade then drawled, “Yeah because I bet the recording studio in New York doesn’t have a soft serve machine like we do here.” 

“Good point,” Chris chuckled, his smile growing wider at Nat’s laughter. After taking a sip from his soda, he settled back into the conversation, asking her, “So how is everything at work going?” 

“It’s been so busy. Good, but busy just trying to get everything for Lightyear on track. We had fallen behind with everyone just getting back into the routine after working from home so it slowed us down,” she explained, and Chris nodded even though he couldn’t imagine what it must’ve been like for her, trying to catch up on work in between everything in the last few months. “A bunch of us have been working weekends to get caught up and I think we’re back on track now.” 

He nodded, putting his soda back onto the table and told her, “Good because you’ve got plans this weekend.” 

Nat sighed, adjusting the thin strap on her dress from where it’d slipped off her shoulder and said, “Yeah, it’s just too bad they’re not with you.” 

“I fuckin’ missed you, Nattie,” he whispered, all but a pout on his lips at the stupid joke, but smirked when she laughed loudly at him. 

“I missed you too,” she replied just as quietly, slipping her hand across the table to hold his, and Chris felt thankful – not for the first time that night – that they weren’t in the view of other diners. “Oh, Heather and Alex said hi by the way.” 

He smiled at the mention of her sisters, but quickly shook his head. “I honestly can’t believe your family doesn’t hate my guts after what happened,” he murmured, shifting in the booth. “Have they stopped getting follow requests by now?” 

“Yeah it’s all died down,” Nat assured him, even though Chris had some doubts, especially when it came to her own accounts. “But trust me, they’re your biggest fans. Ever since you sent over dinner while you were filming when Heather was visiting me, she’s been on your side.” 

He blushed a little, meeting her eyes as he honestly told her, “If I would have known I could win them over that easily, I would have done it a lot sooner.” 

“Well you didn’t have a lot to compete with considering they hated my fiance by the end of our relationship,” Nat mentioned, rolling her eyes playfully. 

He watched her, almost feeling out how she felt before he slowly asked, “You can tell me to fuck off, but just how badly did things end between you two?” 

“Enough that it’s painfully awkward now at birthday parties,” she muttered, rolling her eyes for real this time. “He’s cousins with Alex’s husband.” 

Chris frowned and curiously asked, “Was he at your niece’s birthday party?” 

“Luckily no,” Nat informed him, and Chris felt some relief at that. “He’s working in Europe and is engaged to some girl there so he’s not really home anytime other than the holidays, so luckily Ella’s birthday only had good people at it.” 

Chris nodded, taking the cue to drop the conversation. It wasn’t exactly prime ‘first date’ subject material, so he turned to the one thing he knew would always bring a smile to her face and said, “I’m sure your family were happy to have you home for a little while.” 

“Yeah, it was really nice,” Nat nodded, shrugging a little with a small smile. “My dad was a little down because the day of Ella’s party was my mom’s birthday so I think it was nice for him to have us all together.”

Chris’ shoulders fell a little at the mention of her late mother, not realizing the significance of the weekend visit beyond Ella’s birthday. “I’m sure it wasn’t easy for any of you,” he whispered. 

“I don’t remember her at all so it’s a lot different for me than it is for anyone else,” Nat admitted, surprising Chris a little until he remembered how young Nat had been when everything happened – only two years old. “But all things considered I think my dad had a really good weekend. He seemed pretty happy.” 

Chris nodded, glancing down at his lap before he added, “Until I sent his daughter home in tears from being an ass.” 

“Well, my dad was actually the one who told me to call you after everything happened.” 

Chris looked back up at her, shocked as he asked, “Was he really?” 

“Yeah, he said that I was in too deep for you to not call you back, and that he saw the way you looked at me when he was visiting so he knew that you cared about me,” she laughed, and he couldn’t help but laugh at how obviously hilarious she now found it all. 

“He’s certainly right about that,” Chris agreed, unable to tear his eyes off the woman in front of him.

Chris only got the chance to see her beautiful smile for a moment until the waiter pulled his attention away when he brought the foot and set it down on the table in front of them. As they dug in and started eating, Chris realized even more than he had the past few months that he had fallen completely head over heels for Nat. Throughout the entire meal, neither could make it more than a few minutes without hysterically laughing at something the other said before they’d fall right back into their easy conversation. Nat’s easy charisma and authenticity had him hanging on to her every word, loving her comically expressive face and ability to put anyone around her at ease, specifically him. There didn’t seem to be a moment that he was with her that he wasn’t smiling. 

She had polished off her entire meal before she curled her legs underneath her in the booth, hands waving wildly as she regaled a tale from the day before featuring her somehow landing in one of the perfectly landscaped bushes at the Disney campus which made Chris slap a hand to his chest, eyes squinted up as he tipped back and sputtered with loud laughter, “How the fuck does this stuff happen to you?” 

“That’s the same thing the Head of Animation asked me when I showed up to the meeting with leaves still stuck in my hair,” Nat laughed loudly, her cheeks bright red as he shook his head at her. 

And that was how their dinner ended – loud laughter and unbelievable stories, following them back into his car as they headed toward Chris’ house in Laurel Canyon. It felt almost surreal that he was actually here with Nat. It had been over two long months since he had her back in person and there was so much that so easily fell back into place but also so much that somehow felt… different. He’d never had a relationship like this, that he’d been pulled away before things had a chance to naturally evolve. With them having spent that one night together right before he left, and the uncertainty that had followed, they never had a chance to actually be together with all their emotions out in the open. 

They had been forced to be away from each other, but the more Chris thought about it, the more he realized how much closer it had helped them grow and connect emotionally. They both had to make a choice to put effort into it, it wasn’t something that had just fallen in his lap or been convenient like many other of his relationships had been. This was one both he and Nat had to work for and the emotional closeness that had sprung from that was something he hadn’t felt with most girlfriends during the entire course of their relationship, let alone so early on and without hardly any face to face. 

But this was different and Chris knew it. 

Every bit of him wanted her. He wanted all the sensitivity, laughter, friendship, and chaos that came with her. But there was another way in which he wanted her and hadn’t been able to have but by the way that Nat’s hands were wrapping around his waist as she curled herself against his body as they walked up to his front door, he knew that she wanted him too. 

He had barely gotten the door closed behind him before he was slipping his arms around her waist and pulling up against her to kiss her deeply. Instantly her hands were grasping at his neck, pulling him even tighter as she kissed him back fervently. It was almost funny as he thought back to the last time a few months ago when they were in this exact spot, kissing by the front door but this time was so different. No uncertainty. No lingering question. No urgency. This time, there was only longing and desire.

The pair stumbled over to the couch, never hardly breaking their kiss until Chris ungracefully plopped on the couch while pulling Nat’s hips down to follow him. Just as she had done in the car, he watched as she pulled the hem of her dress up dangerously high on her thighs before straddling his hips and sitting down in his lap, only resulting in getting him more worked up than he already was. His arms wrapped around her hips, pulling her impossibly tighter against him and Nat rubbed her body against his as she kissed her way up his neck before bringing her lips back to his for a kiss which he had decided he’d gone much too long without. 

There was nothing about her that didn’t attract him and he could feel just how turned on for her that he was with every little roll of her hips into him. But he had only gotten to have this one time before. Only got to feel her and look at her one time and he knew that just wasn’t enough. Chris started sucking at her bottom lip, earning some of those breathy sighs from her before his hands slipped down and found the hem of her dress, dipping his hands under it and started pulling upward to bring the fabric to bunch at her waist. When his big hands moved back down, he was so thankful for the skimpy thong she’d worn, allowing his hands to feel her round cheeks in his hands that he kneaded and squeezed, causing her to moan with each one. 

He felt completely drunk on her, every sigh and gasp something he wanted to memorize. It felt so good just having her weight in his lap, getting to have his hands on her and getting to feel the touch of her hands rubbing along his chest. But he wanted more. Chris tried to restrain himself the best he could, just enjoying their profuse kissing and he certainly did, but after a while his hands traveled up to find that tiny zipper on her dress and slowly dragged it down. His blue eyes saw those tiny straps fall from her shoulders and with the fabric now loose, Nat pulled back from him and let Chris grab the fabric that was pushed up around her waist and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the floor and leaving her in nothing but that tiny thong and that certainly was a sight that had him growling. 

He brought his hands around her smooth back, tipping her back slightly in his lap so he could fully look at her, his eyes taking in every inch before landing on her face as she smiled at him, instantly making him feel weak. Chris couldn’t help but lean in to kiss her before his lips started trailing down, littering kisses all over her neck and the top of her bare chest, muttering, “Still can’t get over how fuckin’ gorgeous you are.” 

And he swore he could practically feel her melt in his arms at just that one simple phrase that only urged him to go on. Those little sighs kept spilling out of her lips as he covered every inch of her chest in kisses before his mouth wrapped around one of her perky nipples, sucking softly while he kept one arm around her to hold her up and the other to gently grope at her other soft breast. He took his time there, alternating between each one but by the time he was about to finish, he heard Nat’s voice whine, “Chris…” 

“Hmm?” He muttered against her skin, knowing that he’d never get tired of this… tired of her. 

“I want you, baby,” she purred, hearing her little term of endearment for him only adding to his desire for her. 

And as if to prove her point, she rolled her hips down onto his hard manhood still confined in his jeans. But who was he to deny her what she wanted? What good was he doing her if he couldn’t fulfill her every desire in this moment – and not to mention his own. Chris pulled her tighter against him, hooking both his arms around her waist and stood up holding her effortlessly. Nat just snaked her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his neck and kissing his skin sweetly while her legs wrapped around him, clinging to him in a way that was driving him crazy as he walked down the hallway, thankful Dodger was too occupied by the food in his bowl to pay them any attention. 

Chris pushed the door to his bedroom open with his foot and then back closed again before finding the bed and gently laying her down. He pulled off every bit of his clothing in record time, freeing him from his constraints, grabbing a condom before he stalked over to the bed, weak at the sight of Nat nearly naked and wanting him. When he reached the bed, Chris ran both of his hands up her long legs before letting one hand dip between her thighs to feel her over the wet fabric of her skimpy thong. 

“God, Nattie you’re so wet for me, honey,” he groaned, his eyes nearly falling shut as he ran his fingers over her. 

“I want you so fucking bad,” Nat admitted, her voice breaking a little as her eyes met his. “I missed you, Chris.” 

“I know, I missed you too,” he whispered, giving a small half-smile. “But this time I don’t have to leave you.” 

She smirked, her head falling against the overstuffed pillows as she confessed, “I like the sound of that.” 

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her thigh before hooking his fingers in the waistband and peeled off that last bit of fabric separating them and he nearly moaned when he saw Nat spreading her legs for him. He was ready to kneel down, eager to taste her, but felt a hand on his shoulder. Chris looked up at her, seeing that beautiful face propped up by one of the white pillows and there was nothing but tenderness in her eyes as she said, “Baby, I just want to feel you.” 

“You sure?” 

“Please,” she whimpered. 

With her instruction, Chris nodded softly, knowing he’d get plenty of time in the future to have his face buried between her thighs. He made his way up the bed and got between her legs, but first laid himself down, pressing his chest against hers and kissed her deeply. It felt as if so much was being said with that one kiss and he knew it was. He knew without a doubt that he was in love with her, he’d known it from the minute his eyes landed on her earlier that evening, and in his heart he’d known it for a little longer than that even. It was undeniable, and although he wanted to wait for the right moment to say it to her, he knew that he felt it and felt it deeply. 

It’s what made pushing his length deep into her feeling a million times better. This was an act of the two of them showing each other all that they felt, and what they felt was honest and true. He swore he could have hit his peak right then and there with that initial stretch just from feeling how tightly Nat was gripping on her shoulders and how loud she was crying out for him. It felt so incredible to be tucked inside those velvety walls, Nat squeezing him just right. 

His hands were on either side of her, caging Nat in as his hips found a good rhythm, pulling out and snapping back in perfectly. Nat wrapped her legs lazily around his hips, opening herself up farther and pulling him in. Chris would be lying if he said he hadn’t dreamed of this, what it would be like when they were finally back together again but the best part of this was that it was so much better than he even could have imagined. 

It was so hard for him to hang on and draw this out, but by the way that Nat was arching her back and grabbing at his shoulders while she moaned loudly, he knew that he wasn’t the only one. He was grunting and moaning himself, loving the feel of every snap of his hips, but when Nat brought a hand up to run through her now messy hair as her eyes closed, he knew she was close and brought his thumb to rub at her sensitive button to help get her over the top.

He bit his lower lip, his forehead creasing with the exertion as he muttered, “C’mon Nattie, I know you’re right there.” 

“Chris,” she moaned, a hand landing on his shoulder, clinging to the muscle there. “Baby, you feel so good.” 

“So do you, Nattie. So fuckin’ good,” he chanted. “Just let go for me, honey.” 

Her chest was heaving with her pants as he rubbed those tight circles and kept his hips hitting her deep and causing Nat to be unable to hold on, her hands grasping at those broad shoulders tightly as her whole body went rigid. She felt how tightly her walls were gripping him, making Chris let out an obscene moan right before Nat cried out as she hit her peak and just as promised, Chris just stared down at her face, wanting to memorize that look. 

It only took him a few more labored thrust to get him spilling out and moaning her name, but as his moans turned to heavy breaths, he couldn’t will himself to pull out of her, just wanting to stay fully connected for another moment. It didn’t take long for his lips to find hers, slowly kissing her as they drifted back to reality. 

But somehow Nat felt as if this was anything but reality. She was back here with Chris, finally getting to be together in person, able to talk without barriers or shitty cell reception, touch one another, and just enjoy the other’s presence. It was something they had gone much too long without and were going to enjoy every second of from here on out, determined to make this last as long as she could manage. She was hopelessly attached to him, in every way, and she only hoped he felt the same. 

A/N: They're reunited! We hope you all enjoyed their homecoming! We can't wait to hear your thoughts, and we'll be back with part two on Thursday!

[collectivecloseness]

Play It Cool

Kurt Kunkle x reader

(Summary: When Kurt kidnaps you in his spree, telling you you were deemed special enough for his new plan, you knew you had to convince him you were not a threat, your life may depend on it. Notes: reuploaded from my ao3. 18+. 5.4K. Smut. F!reader. Au!Kurt has a bed frame, Kurt filming. P in v sex, oral (f). Tw: dubcon, knife mention (not used), kidnapping)

The first thing you noticed about him was his cute brown eyes.

The second was the cameras stuck to every window of the car you’d just ordered, which honestly was kind of embarrassing of you.

But you quickly got over it, confirming your name to the smiley spree driver who was around your age. And definitely cute. You could tell from the passenger seat you’d sat in, a reflex from rides from your friends, but your driver didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he was quite bubbly.

“Yeah you should follow my socials. All @ kurtsworld96 and if you post anything in my spree, be sure to tag me.” He’d told you, making you smile into your phone as you brought it to your face. He kinda had a goofy allure to him, you thought. You didn’t know the other half of him yet.

He’d informed you he was live-streaming the entire thing to his audience, and while it was kinda a shock to be shown to... however many people were watching, you couldn’t quite see the number, you wanted to be nice, beginning to open your YouTube app.

When you’d asked if it was Kurtsworld with a ‘C’ or a ‘K’ Kurt had looked at you like he was taken aback. You didn’t think it was that odd a question, but he’d quickly responded and you heard the melodic tapping against the wheel as you pressed the subscribe button. When you caught those pretty eyes and saw how hard he was smiling, you both bent your heads down with a blush, only smiling to your reflections not covered by tech. But hearing each other’s soft giggles created the exact same effect in both your chests. You were sure you could look at his titles later when you got home, see if anything caught your attention.

But the acquainted atmosphere of the car came to a halt, as you informed a still smiling Kurt that he’d missed the stop to your road.

When the smile fell, and the knife came out, that’s when your entire mind and body went numb.

Kurt had told you to be quiet, and behave. Snatching your phone and throwing it into the back, the knife staying put. You had no idea if it was placed near your femoral artery or not, but Kurt rubbed the silver up and down your clothed flesh the entire ride home no matter.

He’d told you that he liked polite customers, and you were the first one who’d made him want to use his brand new idea. That you were special.

Kurt’s entire demeanour had switched to almost apathetically passive. The one time he caught your startled doe like eyes, his face had turned... soft, though. In an almost innocent way. You didn’t think it was anything to do with your fear, it stayed that way whenever his eyes meandered to your general figure. And his knife remained surely. Giddiness only showed when he gave a peace sign to his fans, doing so at a red light so his hand could leave the wheel, his knife never left your thigh. You didn’t think you wanted to be special to Kurt.

And now here you were, being thrown over Kurt Kunkle’s shoulder and lifted out of his car. He closed the door behind him, his arm gripping confidently around your waist, like he knew you wouldn’t run. Truthfully, with your chin bouncing against his back, and your legs dangling by his chest, all you could think was the mortifying thought that you were going to wet yourself. You were so scared, whimpering as you tried not to press your thighs together and not think about it, trying not to squirm your lap on his toned shoulders, as he carried you to what you saw out the window of the Prius was his house.

Kurt set your feet down slowly as he went to fiddle in his pocket, his arm slithered around your waist, bicep tingling against your spine, but his handprint gripping onto you as he fished his keys out. Once he’d unlocked the door, both of his arms quickly wrapped tight around your middle, as if he remembered you could try and run away from him at any time, hauling you inside his house, and slamming the door shut. He was not going to let that happen. And that rough bang had been the thing to shock your mind into waking up. You had to try and do something, anything. So long as you avoided being murdered.

“Kurt please. I- I won’t tell anyone what you did I pr-“

“Sh-shut up.” Kurt groaned.

You snapped your lips shut, not fully going limp as you thought that would make him mad, but you let him drag you the rest of the way inside until you got to what was clearly his bedroom. It was pretty neat, however you suppose some serial killers apparently were like that. Was he a serial killer? Maybe he’d just cleaned up after his last victim. Although he did say you were ‘special’, whatever that means. Maybe he usually just kills his victims in his car, you were surprised he didn’t do it there in the first place. Maybe you were special because you were going to be his first kill? Somehow, with the ease Kurt was going with this, a gut feeling warned you you were not his first murder, at least. A first something though, according to his earlier words.

There were two longish chains attached to the foot of his bed you quickly noticed, wincing as you knew that was exactly where Kurt was taking you. Although you were kind of surprised when Kurt manhandled you to face towards the bed, and not away. Your chest fell onto the mattress as you sat on your knees on his carpet, honestly Kurt wasn’t too rough with pushing you around, his hands were almost gentle as they handcuffed your own. Maybe it was because you were being good. You’d keep it up then in that case.

Your hands had an almost normal reach on the bed. They could move around alright, the cuffs mostly just kept you attached to the frame so you couldn’t run away. But as you sat down on your ankles in this new position, you realised that your back was facing Kurt this way. And terror sank through your body, down to your lap you were sitting on, as you finally realised why exactly you were in this position. And most likely why Kurt had stayed silent, as he observed you from behind.

“Ku-Kurt?” You wriggled in discomfort, only to scold yourself as you realised that probably didn’t help at all. You heard him drop his phone with a small swear, but he quickly picked it up again, the sound of him placing it somewhere being the only thing you could pay attention to. Was he still recording you?

But when Kurt walked back to where he was before, it was worse. You could feel Kurt’s head peer above you for a moment. Too hard to turn and look back somewhat, it was also too nerve wrecking to. Your tits were resting perfectly on his scruffy mattress in the position you were forced into, and you knew from Kurt’s birds eye view, your top didn’t leave much to the imagination. But soon, his shadow disappeared from over you. And it made you more nervous. Especially when you felt Kurt’s hand on your lower back, beneath your shirt.

“Kurt please.”

Kurt lifted your shirt up from the bottom, swearing under his breath when it fell back down, so he slid it up till it hunched at your neck. Only exposing your naked back, but that seemed to be good to Kurt, who rolled his hands down the warm skin in what you could’ve tricked yourself into thinking sounded like a coo.

Your minute wriggling this time was to try and fruitlessly see if you could wiggle out of your restraints, but you weren’t really fighting hard. One thing was for sure, you wanted Kurt as much on your side as possible. The movement only lead to Kurt’s hands down your waistband quickly, and a rough action of them being pulled down to your lower thighs. Kurt rolled your jeans and panties down till they hit your knees, not bothering to move your legs around and take them off completely. You guess you looked more exposed, ironically, this way.

Kurt’s fingers slid up your warm pussy lips and he hissed, while your sound was more of quiet discomfort. His fingers weren’t exactly rough, but the touch was sudden, and from the way his hand quickly left without grace, only to touch from sound alone what was obviously the belt of his pants, it made your heart thud. He was gonna start right now.

“Kurt?”

You were pleased to hear a “Hmm?” in response.

“You-you’re not gonna go in... dry? Are you?”

Kurt’s silence made you shiver. But luckily you were sure it was more out of thinking than sadism. Kurt didn’t seem like he was actually evilly harsh, if he couldn’t even feign it well.

You licked your lips suddenly feeling how desperately dry they were, quick to speak up clearly. “You need to do prep, or foreplay.” You inform- reminded him, this time the movement of your hips was almost in an enticing way, purposely. You wanted him on your side... “You need to use lube or get m- get me wet, or something.”

You could hear Kurt sinking down onto his knees. His hand that had been fixed on your back, slid down your ass now. Not squeezing or anything, just touching it.

He made some noise, or a word, you weren’t quite sure and you didn’t care if he wasn’t gonna share. But that brought an idea into your head, desperate to make sure that if he was gonna do this, at least he wasn’t going to do it dry and painfully. You couldn’t make him think you were a threat. You made your voice sound sweeter now, not too over eager, but you let it soothe over him, a bit high to get his attention, sitting over and over again on your ankles as if your position was just uncomfortable. “You want your audience to know how good you are, right? Plus you get to put on a show that way.” If anything, you were sure that would get this spree driver to act more human.

“O-oh y-yeah, I forgot about foreplay ‘n stuff...” He started loudly, like he knew what he was doing, but slurred off a little towards the end.

You watched him leave his seat behind you and get up to go to the bathroom where he left the door open. He didn’t start going through cupboards to get any lube or anything, as you could see from your chained up vantage point. Instead, you heard the tap turn on.

Your blood ran cold. “Kurt!” You cringed at how loud that was, trying to make yourself sound calmer than you were as you called out to him. “Water’s not a lubricant.”

The tap turned off, and Kurt shimmied over pink faced. “R-Right. Right. I knew that.”

He wiped his hands on the bottom of his shirt, and you found yourself hoping he had at least properly washed them in there before he started touching you.

“I mean wet in like... a sexual way. Like slick, or lots of spit works too.” You explained to him as he walked back over to his place behind you, eyes tracking him until you couldn’t see him anymore. You hoped that let him know he couldn’t just spit on your hole and go to town. Your hands tensed on the bedsheets, getting used to the warmer metal feeling encircling them.

Because you couldn’t see anything expect Kurt’s own bed, and you could only just feel his hands, one on your ass and one gently grabbing your thigh, it freaked you out when Kurt shut up and stopped being a chatterbox. That was until suddenly his mouth latched onto you, and you yelped in surprise at feeling his warm lips completely surrounding your exposed cunt.

You moaned, attempting to slap a hand over your mouth although unable to do so, when you realised what your reaction to this maniac eating you out was. Especially when you felt Kurt’s satisfactory groan in return, the sound vibrating against your entire sensitive cunt. You groaned into your closed lips at that, biting them as you struggled with that feeling from him being so good, and the fact you wanted to get him to moan like that again. Kurt really seemed to get into it. Any annoyingly, so were you.

His lack of experience almost made this hotter. The way he was genuinely eating you up like a dessert. Lips, mouth, tongue, trying to take in as much of you as possible. Kurt was lapping at you like an animal. Like how a dog would drink at water. His dry tongue wetting as he licked longer and longer stripes up your sex, your thighs, wherever he could get it, he was running his tongue needily against it. And his nose was nuzzling into you, like he really was enjoying this experience. You couldn’t remember anyone enjoying eating you out before, definitely not anywhere near as much Kurt clearly was, and it was pissing you off. Making your chest beat harder when you couldn’t stay pissed because Kurt was literally licking you apart with his tongue.

When his nose became wet as he started to make you leak, he whined heartily and gratefully against your pussy, and you just hoped he didn’t feel the way it made it clench, especially as his tongue moved to only just poke at your hole. Maybe he didn’t even know he was doing that. He seemed content rubbing his lips against your clit, which you would’ve been surprised he’d found if it wasn’t for the light nibbling his lips were doing against it. The desperate suckling movement on your small bud making your stomach twist in such a glorious way, it almost made you slip out of your determination and let a whine pass through your heavily bitten lips.

None of your facial movements mattered though because not only was Kurt so focused on your pussy, but you were already gushing slick like a waterfall. You couldn’t even whine at it tickling your legs because Kurt’s mouth was noisily slurping up any droplets before you even had time to think about complaining. Not that you would. You were still his hostage after all, it definitely wasn’t that fact that you had nothing to complain about...

Maybe it was his own realisation that he shouldn’t be drying up any slick, especially as it was only creating more, or maybe his mouth was getting tired, but you soon felt Kurt’s lips detach from your pussy, not before you were sure you felt a small kiss to it, but soon Kurt was sitting up again. And you heard just how mewling his voice was. “Is that good enough?”

You heard some weird noise coming from behind you, before Kurt was very speedily reiterating. “I mean-! ...Are you w-w-wet, y-yet?” Kurt’s fingers slid up your pink cunt, before sliding the slick he’d scooped up right back down onto it.

The dripping feeling, and clenching around a fat empty nothing, was frustrating you sexually, whereas the realisation of what was about to happen, and especially with who, was frustrating you in general. As you knew you had to suck it up and bear it at this point. Gritting your teeth, you squeezed out one word, “Yup.”

At your confirmation Kurt hastily started to mess with his zipper. You could hear his belt being pulled out his waistband and leather quickly sounded against his carpeted floor. That wasn’t what you were focused on though. You didn’t think the sound of material, of denim and cotton, sliding down skin could be so clear, yet it was to you in this moment, as one of Kurt Kunkles hands braced your ass, spreading you a little, and you felt his tip unceremoniously start to breach your hole.

He’d barely entered your pussy when you heard him whine, the sound choked but pornographic, as if he was yelling to the cieling, and your restrained hands clenched against his own bedsheets as you braced yourself, feeling him start to sink himself inside your sultry cunt.

As Kurt pushed himself in, a chill ran through your body as you realised you’d both forgotten about condoms. Another chill raced you as you thought maybe he didn’t want them. Although you just didn’t care much by that point. You had birth control, and you doubted Kurt had any STDs, considering he was almost absolutely losing his virginity to you right that second, as you felt his skin humping away against your ass. You just tried to relax, and get used to the feeling Kurt was giving you right now.

His thrusting had only started when Kurt bottomed out. It was ragged at first, like he was just getting used to the feeling, caught up in the fact there was actually warm wet flesh surrounding him, your flesh. You. His movements were weird, just going with what felt right and whining, stuttering groans at what didn’t feel as good, and doing what felt best harder again. Very quickly you realised there would be no rhythm. But on a happier note, you realised this may not last long.

“Ungh! Uhhhh! Khhhhhfuck!” Kurt swore out, trying to quiet his little sounds and he seemed to be succeeding, as his soft thighs landed less softly against yours repeatedly, while he fucked himself in and out of you. Never retreating much though. It was like your warmth was an aphrodisiac, and Kurt was addicted. He was pummelling himself inside you every chance he got, moaning aggressively at the feeling of his dick being wet and entrapped by you. Your pussy sucking him in, because you wanted this - the way he was pleasuring you, him fitting molded inside you like you were meant for each other. His eyes shot open at that feeling, hands clawing up your back before going back to hold your ass again, smirking first at the chains and then back at you. He was going to smirk at the camera but then he angled his dick inside you and it made his entire cock and balls twitch like crazy. Quickly he collapsed his chest onto your naked back, leaning his drooling head on your shoulders as he lazily thrust his hips into you, arms holding around your middle so he could hug you, while he completely crowded your body. Blissfully listening to those wet shucking sounds as he fucked you. He hummed against your hot skin, holding you closer to him.

The feeling of Kurt surrounding you in his almost comforting hold, like an animal mating, was strange. He could have leaned over and rubbed your clit from where his hands interlocked around your tummy, occasionally stroking it, doing that more so as he realised he could almost feel his own dick through your skin. That was if he could find a clit blind. You couldn’t believe you wanted him to touch your clit, you wanted his large hands stroking against your bundle of nerves, his drool soaking up your neck and panting to go hotly into your ear as he kept breeding you and breeding you like something in heat. You hated your stupid brain and your stupid body for liking anything about Kurt. For loving the way he was making you feel right now.

Trying to escape his protective hold, and find any way of your skin poking out from under his own needy sex fueled body, you tried to shift your head around. So your cheek was planted on the mattress instead of your chin, which was pretty uncomfortable with Kurt pressing on top of you the more and more he sheathed himself inside you wetly. God it was sloppy. You wondered if he was that sloppy a kisser, you’d probably find out after this. And shit was the sound of both your juices leaking, you were sure that was his pre you got a tiny glimpse of the only split second you dared to look back, making you want to scream, because it made you want to screammmm...

His hold on your upper half was more placid, he was probably so focused on himself anyway, so you managed to slip just your head to face his wall, not missing the way his nose pressed into the top of your spine as wet breaths aggressively blew agaisnt you, from the way he forced himself onto every inch of your skin. It was like escaping a sauna with how hot his body was, enveloped around yours. But when you finally looked to your left, blood pumped through your veins hotly, as you saw in anger, his phone with its flash on, focused directly on the two of you.

You knew he was filming. You knew he wouldn’t miss a chance to immortalise this, but it still made you red.

“Fuck, Kurrtttttt.” You groaned. You meant it to be a groan of annoyance, but with the bubble in your throat there was no way Kurt and his followers didn’t take your groan in the fucked out way it sounded.

“Ffff- fuck yeah.” Kurt panted out, his hands keeping their grip on your body now as he pounded harder. Seemingly, he was done with his little lovey dovey mating semantics. Your stupid words you couldn’t control had boost his ego again, as he lifted himself off you to just grip your hips, and you swore he was looking right where you refused to into his camera. You grunted, face falling defeatedly into his bed, but you didn’t care if it sounded sore or not anymore, God Kurt was annoying...ggggghhh!!!! But fuuuuuuuck if he just hadn’t found your spot. Your pussy clenching desperately and tightly in such an enraptured way, and you couldn’t believe how needy it was for Kurt’s cock.

Now you were panting, pathetically. You couldn’t help but let your head smush onto Kurt’s bed, drowning in his scent of sweat from the air and his sheets, your tits massaging against the covers as you felt Kurt’s thick cock- God had it always been that thick- moving through your walls, hitting every ridge and finally pounding that spot deep inside of you just perfectly. Your whole lower half was heating up, and you were whining.

Only it was outdone by Kurt’s own noises, happiness and horniness overpowering him as he fucked you like his life depended on it. You wondered if yours did. And now you didn’t know if you were clenching around him out of the fear of needing to be Kurt’s good little thing, or if Kurt Kunkle was actually making you feel so good. Maybe the thought of Kurt handling your life as well as your body, really just did that to you.

It wasn’t gonna last for long nevertheless, because now you could feel Kurt not slowing down, but thrusting a little less hard. Not of his own volition though.

“I’m g-gonna cum in you.” It wasn’t a warning. He was informing you. And his audience of his decision. His thumbs stayed rubbing on your ass while his long hands gripped your thighs, pushing you back to him as he drove into you.

You let out a shaky breath with an “O-Okay”, because he was really thrusting into you a lot now, making you jiggle against his bed frame with the speed of them. You could hear the bed squeaking faster and faster and feel the accelerated pull of his dick massaging your walls over and over again perfectly. His pathetic needy moans for you as he never let you go, making you gush earnestly.

His little “Ah-aah!” sounds were what you heard first, and then for the first time Kurt stilled. Pressing your body right into his so there was no escape, as you felt Kurt’s hot cum start to shoot up into you. The velocity of it made you twitch around him, soaking up more of his cum as Kurt whined, emptying all of himself inside you and not letting any of it slip, as spurts of his seed flooded white as deep inside you as he could possibly go.

You couldn’t even hold your hand to your mouth. Your eyes just twitched as Kurt slowly started fucking his cum deeper into you, the abhorrently disgusting slick sounds the only ones in the room now. Definitely loud enough for the camera to hear. You wondered if he was gonna just start up round two without pulling out once, without telling you. But soon he removed himself with a joint groan with you.

Kurt crawled his hand up your back, pinning you down to the mattress and shuffling your thighs to the way he wanted your body, so your ass was sticking up in the air, and less of his own seed escaped. You could feel his eyes watching you though. Some of it was leaking still, and he was just sitting there, observing it. You wished he’d say something.

Instead you felt two soft pats to the fat of your ass, not painfully at all, like he genuinely just wanted to pet you there. And then you heard him shuffling up, you were sure his legs were wobbly from the weird way his walk sounded, and you could tell he’d gone over to his tripod and turned his camera off.

Now your flesh creeped with goosebumps in a harsh chill. You’d done what he wanted. It was over. What was he going to do with you now?

Your picked up breathing definitely made it sound like you were still panting, and you started rocking your hips sorely, but nervously, careful to not spill any of Kurt’s precious cum. You didn’t want him to be mad at you.

When Kurt finally came back over you turned around to look at him, wanting him to see your eyes, wanting to start a conversation with him. But even though you were so exhausted, finally making eye contact with Kurt again only shot a bolt of pure fear through you. Because right in his hands, underneath where his dark eyes intensely lay on you, was his knife again.

Luckily this time, Kurt spoke up. “I’m gonna undo your handcuffs. Don’t move.” He warned you sharply.

But almost accepting the fact Kurt was either going to somewhat free you, or just finish you off, at this point only added to your exhaustion. Honestly you were so tired, Kurt could gladly move you around in whichever way he wanted, even if you did end up in the boot of his car. Through hooded eyes you just hummed out an “Okay.”

Kurt was beaming. You didn’t know if you liked that. He was way too ecstatic, but you couldn’t be bothered to fight as he exchanged your chains, the grin on his face you caught glimpses of throughout slow blinks still there. He lay you face up on his bed, with your ankles locked down at the bottom instead of your wrists.

He was like a kid with a new toy on Christmas, you thought. It was like he had a feeling- or knew- you enjoyed what had just happened too, with him, like you wouldn’t run off, and Kurt would be able to keep you to play with for a while. You guess your original plan worked; Kurt didn’t see you as a threat, and he wasn’t going to kill you.

Kurt lay down on the mattress next to you, jumped on it was more descriptive, his tongue licking his lips as his bright eyes looked you up and down. The eyes you once thought were so attractive. “I’m-‘m gonna cuddle you now.” He said while playing with your hair.

Internally you just shrugged.

For a second Kurt quickly remembered about the quilt, throwing it over you and then himself. You whined lowly at the feeling, which to Kurt was akin to praise, snuggling towards you.

Kurt wrapped his sweaty hand over your shoulder, before dragging you closer to him. He was so warm, and he was only wearing boxers. You still had your shirt on but he must’ve taken the rest of your clothes further down off, when he was doing your ankle retsraints. Fuck you hardly even noticed. You did recall how soft his hands were, exploring your legs though as he moved around. Of course you remembered that part.

Kurt seemed happy and it was weird. His hand wrapped around your waist, bundling you close, almost like he was going to keep you safe throughout the night. Even though you knew the only danger here was him.

His other hand continued playing with your hair, little noises flying from his lips as he softly pet you, stroking through it and caressing down your cheeks, and occasionally neck, just like he’d always wanted to do. With someone, with you. His toned legs entangled firmly but nicely with yours, tying you down further, as he simultaneously held you more. Like he was holding onto you with every part of his person.

You couldn’t see yourself fighting anymore. You weren’t even particularly mad about that fact anymore. You just let your own eyes watch him, even as he smiled to you at that, biting on his wet bottom lip, fingers eagerly moving some ragged parts of your hair to your side.

Post nut clarity finally hit him in this one almost calm moment, as his knuckles stopped white against your collarbone. “Wait, c-can you get pregnant right now?” His eyes blew wide.

“No.” You said matter of factly, still recovering partially.

Kurt smiled to you in response, a movement that made your eyes feel less drowsy. “Great.”

Oh shit. You should’ve absolutely said yes. Because he was definitely going to keep cumming in you now.

You’d just become Kurt Kunkles own personal cum sock...

And who knows how long he’s gonna keep you chained up there for. Looking into his excited brown eyes, you could see he definitely liked the thought of filling you up and up again with his cum till you were puffy every single day. But then you thought, strangely, you kinda liked that too.

Even though you didn’t cum. But you could teach him. Why did you want to teach him?!

Why did you not want to care why.

Kurt held you closer, nuzzling his face into yours warmly. He pulled back a few times, checking your expression before always smiling and going back to pressing his eyes, nose, lips into your own. Lips grazing against your cheek in a series of slow, wet kisses, that travelled all over your face in a haze wherever his mouth had decided to fall against you. But his face always remained fondly and needily against your own.

Who knows how long you’ll stay. With or without the chains.

Kurt pulled away only one last time, before he’d snuggle himself close into your scent and warmth for the rest of the blissful night, an adoring but serious look on his face, with some anxiety, as you could barely hold your eyes open, just enough to watch him move around you. “I love you.” It was his first time ever saying it. And simultaneously it was a promise to you. Although of what even he wasn’t really sure. He just knew he had to say it, because he was sure this is what love was, and he had it for you.

You hummed back tiredly. “I love you too.” It barely slurred together but you could tell by Kurt’s happy breathing as he attached himself so bindingly anchored, and then his kissing up and down your face, that he had heard you. He’d probably have his first kiss with you tomorrow. You didn’t care anymore. You felt, what you would have identified as unnerving previously, safe in his arms and legs right now. And you liked feeling this calm. Because Kurt’s version of loving you was sure better than being treated like his other passengers. Maybe because somewhere along the way, Kurt had started to only make you feel good.

You didn’t think he’d let you go either way. Maybe right this second, or maybe just some day soon, you wouldn’t want him to.

[butchsophiewalten]

New Things in TWF1:

Most of us probably know by now that Company Introductory Tape was reuploaded last night, but a bit more has been done to it than just replacing the offending footage that got it removed in the first place. Short walkthrough of everything new and notable under the cut:

The first thing we see is black & white footage of a rabbit in a forest grazing on some grass, with text in the top left corner reading ">STOP" and then ">REC", which I think might imply this was a pre-existing tape that was/is being recorded over with BSI's Company Introductory Tape.

The video is otherwise identical until just after the six minute mark, where the previous footage of Brian driving on a grass-and-car-tracks makeshift road to Saint Juana's is replaced with with different footage of him driving on what could pass as either a dirt road or a really shitty asphalt one. It's the same again until we cut to the inside of K-9, where we get shakeycam footage of Brian looking at pictures on the wall in ornate yellow-gold frames. These are immediately evocative of some similar pictures we've seen hung up in Bon's Burgers in previous episodes and in teasers for TWF4, but none of them are the same as any we've seen so far. (These photographs likely were hung up in Bon's at some point, though, hence their relocation to the K-9 facility.)

The first we see is this photo of Felix, with what my brain wants to assume is an mostly-uncovered animatronic mech next to him. (The arm is easy enough to make out, but the vague blurry mass of colors near where the head should be makes me want to call this Sha, with just her head on?)

Next, Brian pans his flashlight over to this photo of Edd & Molly. Not too much to note about this, except i see what might be a picture on the wall behind them? Wherever this photo was taken, I want to assume it's either the inside of the Walten residence or the inside of Bon's Burgers.

The camera cuts to static for a few seconds before we're finally shown this photo. In my opinion, from right to left, it seems to contain Jack, Charles, Rosemary, Susan, Felix, and someone I have to assume is either Chris or the mysterious N. Pooltrick. There's a figure in front of them, either an adult sitting down or a very short person, who I want to say is Linda. Other possibilities could be a young Sophie with her hair up in pigtails (this seems the least likely to me, we've never seen her dressed like this at this age.) or the Lily mentioned by Boozoo in TWF3.

The footage as Brian runs away from Bon is also changed, where he appears to be running blindly into the forest, rather than running down any sort of path. We continue as usual until the last image of the episode before the credits roll. This picture of Jack Walten: the clearest one we've ever seen of him.

It holds on him for an entire 20 seconds as Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy plays in while the background behind the image slowly blooms to white with an intensifying static sound. There's what appears to be a bit of red coloration in the center of his face, though it could only be discoloration from the VHS filter. Then there's only static with text reading ">REWIND"

The last small change we see is Martin censoring the credits of his own name to read only as "Martin", which I think pretty definitely confirms that his previous pseudonym is defunct and no longer accurate.

[arand0mdutchgirl]

what fic should I REupload?

Due to using some lines of fics in my debut queer scifi romance novel I deleted 4 (long) Rwrb fics. I've been getting requests to reupload 2 of them. If enough people want me to I will rewrite them (need a few people who want it because it takes a lot of time🤣) without the lines I've decided to use for my debut novel.

So what fic should I REupload?

For context; until forever falls apart is the sequel to this fic: "Tell me ai got it wrong somehow"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55959529

(The one where Alex finds out a girl he slept with is 8 months pregnant, but Henry, his boyfriend of 6 months, thinks he said 8 weeks)

The second fic was "the story of a romance torn apart by fate", it had 4 chapters, was about 12 k words and had taylor swift songs and albums as titles since I posted it for the rwrbxerastour event

For context:

[dhr-ao3]

Cupere

Cupere https://ift.tt/4RwNKGs by mlkincaidbooks It's Eighth Year and Draco Malfoy is just trying to graduate. Valentine's Day is today and the last thing he wants to do is think about someone he'll never deserve. But when someone slips Hermione Granger an Ancient Roman lust potion, he finally has a chance. A chance to be the hero. As the day progresses, things do not go according to plan. He punches a Seventh Year in the face, makes new friends, gains forgiveness, nearly goes back to Azkaban, and discovers that he should probably pursue a career in Potions. He also finds out what Granger sounds like when she comes...but that's besides the point. [REVISION & REUPLOAD] Words: 3201, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Original Characters, more characters will appear Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Lust Potion/Spell, Pining Draco Malfoy, Protective Draco Malfoy, Autistic Hermione Granger, Depression, Smut, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Praise Kink, soft dom draco, you won't escape a grinding scene in this one either besties, mildly toxic draco, More tags might be added, Illustrations included, Explicit Consent via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/VuHSidQ April 08, 2024 at 08:50AM

[maximuswolf]

Shadow of War QOL Mods reupload: Orcs Don't Speak; Equip All Skills; Remove Challenges to upgrade items

Shadow of War QOL Mods reupload: Orcs Don't Speak; Equip All Skills; Remove Challenges to upgrade items Idk if this breaks rules, doesn't seem like it but I'm a lurker not a poster. Forgive me if I mess up. Also, I'm posting the descriptions of these mods from memory, so take it with a grain of salt. Lastly, I posted screenshots of my installation folder for those of us who prefer visual aid. The paths to them start with "K:" instead of "C:", this is just my External Hard Drive. Don't worry. If you need to get to your Shadows of War folder, right click it in your steam library, click "manage", then "browse local files".https://ift.tt/3qvcuQs to ReaperAnon for Item Challenge Remover, Multi-Skill Equiper, and the DLL loader that supports both. I don't remember who did the Orc Voice remover, but if someone finds out, I'll edit this post.DLL Loader: A library mod that allows the Item Challenger and Multi-Skill Equip mods to work.Item Challenge Remover: Removes the quests you go through to upgrade the gear you find, so you can just upgrade it with credits as soon as you find it.Multi-Skill Equip: Allows you to activate all 3 of the skill modifiers around a base skill. Note that not all skills work properly when you do this, but most do. Feel free to test, you won't break anything, but a tip would be that if the moves directly conflict, it won't work. So you can't inflict Fire AND Poison/Ice damage with one move. You can, however, equip moves that allow you to CHOOSE between Shadow Strike OR Shadow Kill OR Shadow Drain, for example. By default, you use this mod by holding CTRL and Left Clicking skills you want to add. This can be changed in the multiskill.ini file by opening it with Notepad.Installation: C:\SteamLibrary\steamapps\common\ShadowOfWar\x64The 'Plugins' Folder and 'bink2w64.dll' should be in the same folder as 'ShadowofWar.exe'. 'Item Challenge Remover' and 'Multi-Skill Equip' should be inside the 'Plugins' Folder.https://ift.tt/XU3MWdk I believe this is the file that makes it so that Orcs don't rant before a fight. They usually scream in the cutscene and then attack. This makes encounters go much quicker, as their little battle cry only takes a fews seconds compared to their long-winded rants. Not every rant is removed, but most are. If this doesn't work, lmk, and I'll go digging for the file that does.Installation: C:\SteamLibrary\steamapps\common\ShadowOfWar\presentations.arch06https://ift.tt/sMCwTlt this helps. I've been using all of these since October, 2022 without issues. I tested all these today to make sure nothing had been broken by some update or another. It all worked without stress. I hope this gives you all as much fun as it did me. Submitted May 13, 2024 at 10:17AM by Tristamid https://ift.tt/I2cOdvB via /r/gaming

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

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[brianskangs]

DAY6 x DAYS GONE BY (singing room)

[94563276523785238752938]

possibility of remaking

hey! trying to make a long story short, i really don’t like when people i know irl are able to find me and my art online. mainly my art lol. i feel that it’s a huge invasion of my privacy because i do not trust irl people very much.

though i tried my best to keep it hidden, about couple years back some irl friends of mine did find my art blog and well, i’m not good at being confronting or strict about my personal boundaries. i tried not to let it bother me... until now. now, aka i have some big trust issues ingrained

it’s been about two years, yes, and i did change my url. but the fact they are still able to get to me at any time (from IM’s, reblogs) with my main slapped right in the center of this blog really bothers me right now. that’s what prompted me into remaking

i’m not sure if i should leave some of my stuff up here for archive, or just mark them private permanently. i know some of my stuff still gets notes and it makes me flattered <:3c but i don’t know. maybe i’ll leave that decision up to you guys?

[wwwcapricorncom]

“I Want To Play A Game”

Second part to the Ghostface series | Apart of Kinktober 2021

Ghostface Series Pt. 1 is here (you don’t have to read them in order!)

Who is under the mask this time ;)?

REUPLOAD BC IT GOT FLAGGED UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKFJKJENKJRFNKJEB so run the likes and reblogs up again ???? T^T

Description: You didn’t think that flirting with Ghostface in a haunted House would leave you so... helpless.

➥➥ Included Kinks: Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, Slight darker themes such a power dynamics, restraints, slight blackmail ig if you squint, orgasm denial, face fucking, gagging, hair pulling, smacking, some exhibitionism, anal play, squirting. Use of the words- ‘daddy’, ‘brat’, ‘slut’. Characters are aged up. MINORS DNI.

wc: 5.4 k

You walk past the line of excited and partially tipsy college students to the side entrance that Jirou had told you would be on the north side of the building. You thought you were running late, but had received a text not too long ago from her, saying the opening of the haunted house was going to be pushed back an hour or so and to take your time. The problem was that you were already just about there when you had received the text so you figured you would still go inside to aid her and the others in setting up the room within the house.

You had figured you’d easily stumble upon the evil doctor themed room or that you’d see someone who, by your costume: a rather dark themed slutty nurse, would point you in the right direction. However, after aimlessly walking into the wrong rooms and not seeing anybody occupying them, you started to feel a bit lost. You remember her saying that you all would be on the first floor, so you are confused as to why you haven’t discovered them.

At this point, there is one room left and to the right of the door, on its wall, is a large glass mirror. You feel it is fitting of the theme so you fling the door open and see that it is dimly lit inside and only decorated with some light blood on the walls and a table in the center which seems to have restraints on it. The door closing startles you enough to make you yelp which alerts the other person in the room.

“Holy- holy shit I didn’t see you there-

You stop talking as the person turns around and you see who they are dressed up as, “oh Mr.Ghostface how original.”

“And what are you supposed to be?” The person inquires and you can hear the dull, unimpressed tone that laces his voice even though the voice changer.

You pout, walking up to him and doing a little twirl before his eyes, “c’mon Mr.Ghostface I’m a slutty nurse can’t you see or should I give you a better look?” You tease and you can hear him click his tongue in annoyance.

“You’re too eventful. It’s annoying enough that I have to participate in this haunted house. I can’t handle you too-

“You don’t mean that, do you? I’m sure you were just sitting around here bored, why wouldn’t you want to have some fun. Matter of fact, I have some time to spare too!” You giggle actually very amused by the person under the mask. You loved the game of not getting enough attention from someone acting high and mighty just for them to succumb to you eventually. You were also eager to see who you were going to be able to sink your claws into, what unsuspected boytoy laid under that mask.

“It was quiet when you weren’t here though.” He states as he crosses his arms over his very defined chest. He is only wearing a black t-shirt so you can see the definitions of his upper body not to mention the muscles of his strong arms. Black ripped jeans adorn his long legs as you calculate he must be about 6 feet or so. All contributing to your throbbing cunt at this point.

You feign ignorance, “quiet and boring.” You say as you cross your arms too.

He sighs as he starts tapping his foot on the floor, “what do you want from me?”

A wicked smile forms on your face as you say, “duh to play a game!” All the while meaning much more provocative activities. If he didn’t have a mask on then you would have seen how he rolled his eyes, but bit his lip at the naughtier idea that, too, popped up in his mind. Maybe this could be fun, he starts to think, after all he has always had his eyes on you. A lot more than he’d like to admit and low and behold you come strutting into his room, just asking to be put into your place.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Hello you’re the one who is Ghostface, you should know.”

“Hmhm… I see... What's your favorite scary movie, Miss nurse?” He asks and you just about die hearing the condensing tone in his voice. You lick your lips, as you look up at him about to spew an answer.

“The one where the man dressed as Ghostface fucks the little helpless nurse.”

Now, knowing that you two are in sync in your desires, the man decides it’s really time to have fun, “I’ve never heard of it.” He smirks and you pout, rolling your eyes and backing away from him which makes him chuckle.

You start to pay attention to the decorations in the room a bit more in detail as you scheme something up to provoke the man, “you’re a bit mean huh?” You mutter finally nearing the table in the center of the room.

Your eyebrows knit together as you try to figure out how one would be restrained to it before it finally comes together. A small hum comes out of your mouth as you lean forward so that you’re bent over on the table. Breasts press against the wooden top as you place your hands through the little metal clasps.

“Is this how your dirty little contraption works?” You laugh as you shake your ass a bit, but halt quickly as you feel his presence behind you. So suddenly.

He’s clasping the constraints in a flash, so that your wrists are bound to the table while, rasping a “no” as he fixes you just how he wants. You’re shocked at this, not understanding how he switched from being so uninterested to alert. You start stuttering, “h-hey what are-are you doing?!”

He’s only humming at this, bending down to catch your ankle and clasp it to one leg of the table before doing the same to the other. By the end of it, you’re effectively confined to the table with legs spread apart, “this is how it works”.

Your heart is hammering against your chest as he runs a finger up the back of your thigh, admiring his work before reaching the frilly skirt that very poorly covers your ass. He wastes no time in flicking it upwards to expose your cute red panties, licking his lips as he notices the darkening wet spot on them. How cute.

“Ah, you’re a lot quieter now I thought you wanted to make a movie?” He coos and all you can do is stutter, completely flustered by the change in dynamics. How did he get the upper hand? You think, skin breaking out in goosebumps as he continues to trail his finger over your flesh.

A harsh slap lands on your ass and you just know the skin is reddening and rising as you let out a cute pained, moan. “Answer me, do you want to continue?”

You whimper attempting to shake your ass for him as you nod your head which lies on the table, “this is nothing I can’t handle.” He shakes his head and lands another slap to your ass loving how it bounces and bruises so easily under his touch.

“What a modest nurse, good then, I'll enjoy seeing just how far you can go.”

Something about that makes your stomach bloom in hot anticipation as he pulls down your red panties, a rush of cold air hitting your cunt and making you squirm. You can hear the floorboards creak under the pressure of his dirty converse shoes as he squats down behind you, using one of his fingers to spread your pussy lip.

“Fuck.” You whisper, loving how exposed you are to him, knowing that some stranger is watching your pussy hole clench and unclench with the want of something as it grows wetter.

He whistles lowly at this, impressed by “how much of a dirty little slut you are.” He then runs two fingers up your pussy and it makes you quiver a bit which he enjoys, watching those sweet plush thighs and full asscheeks jiggle in his face. Gosh he’s going to wreck you just right he thinks.

He stands up abruptly and bends over you so that his chest is against your back before weaving his middle finger through your soaked folds, “this is pretty sinful of you baby”. He states as he increases the speed of his finger, finally allowing it to rub against your clit.

“Don’t care, don't care I-I just want them inside.” You state wagging your ass from side to side in hopes that he would listen.

“I'm going to make a brat like you understand how to act in the presence of a real dom.” He growls as he pulls his finger away from your cunt to slap it roughly and you gasp loudly, jolting forward some.

You begin to protest again, “but- but I want it already. Stop teasing me!” He only chuckles, his eager bulge under his jeans beginning to press against your folds. The friction makes you optimistic as you both begin to grind into each other. His coarse hands grabbing your hips to further the rolling of his hips even thrusting into you which creates a soft omph noise.

“Now the games really start…” He mumbles and suddenly he’s swirling two fingers around your clit, “If you listen to me, then you’ll get to cum very hard tonight. If you don’t listen then you’ll be very disappointed. Understand?”

You nod your head slowly while starting to indulge in his ministrations which causes him to grunt before yanking your head up by your hair. Your eyes fly open because in the same instance of his pulling, he’s plugging those two fingers into your pussy hole.

“Use your fucking words when I’m talking to you.”

You choke on a moan, “ye-essss yess! I understand!”

“Good girl.” He replies loosening his hold on your hair as he starts to rake his fingers through it, massaging your scalp where you’d have an undeniable ache because of his yanking. You couldn’t help but feel oddly warm and turned on by his approval, succumbing to his actions.

He is good at multitasking in this way as he gently massages your scalp, but starts to completely piston his middle and ring finger into your pussy, “fu-uck yes yes!” You groan bouncing back into his fingers now wanting to push them further in, wanting them to touch your g spot.

He would have scolded you for acting without his permission, but the way your ass bounces on his fingers is something he is starting to relish, watching the flesh ripple upon every impact with his hand. The masked man finds himself wanting to see more, so he starts to twist his finger around in your pussy, knocking into your sweet spot and making you cry out.

“You’re leaking so nicely right now.” He purrs, “your fingers are so l-long!” You state as he starts to curl into your g spot, abusing it repeatedly as if he was smashing a button over and over again. Your slick is running down his palm and wrist as you start to fall victim to his fingers.

He picks up on this like a pro, “are you about to cum sweetheart?'' he asks, getting close to your ear. The weight of him against your back again, his warmth, just heightens the orgasm that was approaching.

“Yes, ‘m gonna cum! Gonna cum!”

He snickers at this as he pumps faster, only uttering one word at that moment: “Don’t.” You, through the fog of it all, try to turn your head to look at him, eyebrows knitting together in confusion and strain, “w-why, what do you-

“I’m not going to let you.” He cuts off your rambling as he pulls his fingers out of you, making your legs shake as your orgasm trickles away, so close to having bubbled over. Your lip quivers and he’s snickering all over again, “I’m just training you baby. You waltzed in here like such a fucking brat it would be a shame if I didn’t correct you!”

As you’re trying to find the right words to articulate how angry you are, he squats down before your pussy again. Your anger starts to dissolve as the hairs on your body stand to attention because you can feel his breath on you. That means his mask has to be slightly elevated if not completely off. Just as you're about to try and turn your head to get a better angle he’s smacking your thigh, “keep your eyes ahead or else.”

Biting your lip, you decide to obey and he's quickly pressing his lips to your pussy which has your back arching. A long “oooo” leaves your lips as he begins to make out with your pussy, his own soft lips moving as if he were making out with an actual mouth. He gulps a few times before sucking and slurping again, suckling your folds into his mouth and between his lips where he pulls at them slightly. “-taste amazing”, he speaks into your folds.

If you weren’t restrained right now then your hand would be on his head right now, stuffing him as far as he could go, not caring about if he could breathe because he was damn good at this. When he pulls back again he spits on your clenching hole which makes you moan, the feeling of his hot glob of spit strategically landing right on your entrance before he starts spreading it around with his fingers was making drops of sweat form on your skin.

He slips them back in again before warning you, “don’t cum.” His voice was low and raspy and it was oh so familiar. If you weren’t being such a slut in lust right now you’d surely be able to identify him, but any intelligence is lost when he starts to pump his fingers into your tiny hole while sucking on your clit. He’s growling and moaning in harmony with the squelching of your obnoxiously soaked pussy.

“How a-am I not supposed to cum?” You shriek as he starts to get harsher and sloppier with his movements, pumping into your g spot ever so deliciously while shaking his head from side to side in your cunt. You’re reaching your peak when he starts lapping at you with a hot, flat tongue feeling the coil in your stomach about to snap.

“I can't, I'm going to- cum!” You yell and as soon as this leaves your mouth, he leaves you. The frustration makes you ball your hands into fists.

“This shit isn’t fair!” You shout and he tsks pulling your hair swiftly again, “that fucking mouth of yours is such a problem.” He harshly let’s you go before making his way to the front edge of the table, walking up to it so that his struggling, defined bulge is in your face. You flick your eyes back and forth between it and his masked face.

“I’d be impressed if you can handle this. In fact it might even warrant a reward.” He states as he pulls his shirt up, holding it under his chin as he unbuttons and unzips his pants. You ponder disobeying, but you weren’t in a position to act much bratty plus you were more than ready to cum and if that meant seeing this through a bit more then fine.

He’s yanking down his underwear and jeans slightly, allowing his big cock to slap against his stomach and your face. You can see that the pretty, pink tip has already started leaking with precum and you’re quick to swipe at it with your tongue.

“Oh fuck- very good girl.” He groans as he thrusts slightly forward, making his cock slide into your mouth before he hesitates then pulls entirely back out.

“Look, um the safe word is Halloween okay?” He’s serious too not having any intentions on letting whatever the fuck this is get out of hand and you slightly swoon, “thank you”.

He hums at this, realizing you’re very cute in any context as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out as a signal to continue. He grabs his throbbing cock and pushes it into your mouth, but doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out. Your nose presses cutely to his pubic bone as you gag, legs shaking as he moves to retract only half way, watching as you inhale sharply. Your eyes are glassy already and they squeeze shut when he thrusts back inside.

You’re moaning and trying to swirl your tongue and suck him as he starts to find a pace to quite literally fuck your face to. He’s tightly cupping your face with both hands as he starts to rhythmically snap his hips forward. You only have a few seconds in between to breathe and your throat is beginning to raw, but you like the way he is using your mouth like his own plaything. It turns you on and has you getting slicker by the second.

At one point, he bottoms out in your throat and puts his hands on the back of your head, keeping you there for as long as you can hold before he starts to feel you pulling back. He frees you, completely pulling out of your mouth where you can’t help but sputter, saliva dripping from your mouth and his cock.

“Puker those sexy fucking lips up for daddy.”

And you do, sniffling a bit to collect yourself before puckering your redden lips, he groans before taking his wet cock in hand. He pumps into his fist a couple of times as you watch in awe before slapping it against your lips. He smears your saliva and his precum everywhere- on your lips, cheeks and nose.

When he starts fucking your mouth again, he’s moaning subtly as he picks up the speed feeling his own release nearing.

“You’re talking daddies cock so well, fuck yes you are.” He mumbles bending over you to start to toy with your pussy again. To show him you like it, you start bobbing your head faster to his thrusts as he starts to insert his fingers inside you.

As soon as you feel them fully slot inside, you’re moaning contently around his dick, the vibrations making the man’s toes curl as he starts to fuck into your mouth harsher. You’re a gagging, moaning mess working on pleasing him while also focusing on how he’s attacking your sweet spot again. You didn’t need much now, no, you’d cum without even giving him a warning. It’s your plan. He will be too distracted.

Your legs start to shake so harshly, your mouth producing more saliva as you literally drool at how hard you can feel your orgasm coming. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you almost go slack about to be overcome by pleasure when he does it again.

Completely pulls away from you. Ruining yet another orgasm.

A sob so harsh rips through your gut as tears fall from your eyes, “awwwww” he coos while grabbing your face in his large hands to make you look up at him.

“Now this. This is a broken brat. You look beautiful like this.” He is fake pouting under the mask.

“P-please daddy I’m - I’m ready to not be a brat. I’ll do whatever you want. I’m sorry. Just please please let me cum!” You throw out everything you think he wants to hear and then some and he’s utterly satisfied, bending down and resting the side of his face against the wood table, mimicking yours. Neat black painted nails reach out and wipe away the fresh tears that have fallen from your teary eyes “hush hush baby, no need to get all worked up especially after how good you just took this cock down your throat. Daddies going to keep his promise.”

You sniffle a bit at this, moving into his touch unsure on if he is telling the truth or not. He can sense your weariness as he stands up and walks around the table so that he is finally against you again. He wastes no time in gripping his member in his hand and rubbing the tip against your folds, “You believe daddy right?”

If possible, you arch into the table even more ass sticking out as a jolt of pleasure rips through your body at the micro action, “I b-believe you!”

He’s smirking at this as he pushes the bulbous tip in your needy hole, making you cry out while spit pools in the corners of your mouth and escapes down your chin as he pushes further inside. As soon as his hips smack against your ass and he is fully plunged within your thirsty walls your vision is spotting. You cum hard, ignoring how he struggles to hold back a moan of surprise as you shake violently.

“Did you… did you just cum?” He asks truthfully dumbfounded by this and you're apologizing profusely.

“I-I - I’m so sorry daddy please I couldn’t help it, just feels so good-  please don't stop please please-

He’s cupping your throat now as his other hand bunches the fabric of your skirt to aid him in his upcoming onslaught, “shh sh sh...such a sexy slut for that. You go ahead and indulge in this cock. I want you to remember everything, how every fucking vein feels.” He states as he begins to snap his hips into you slowly, knocking the air out of your lungs as he holds you up by your throat.

Each thrust is calculated, rubbing every crevice as you start to moan unceremoniously. Whoever the fuck this is, is teaching you a new meaning of sex and he knows it as he starts to choke you harder.

“Agh, agh fuck I love this, I want you to use me alll the time.” You whisper, nails digging into the wooden table in attempts to not pull against the restraints. He’s adding more force behind his thrusts now, slowly retracting only to plunge back in with teeth chattering force as you grow dizzy. Just when you feel your vision closing in and your face growing red from lack of blood flow, he releases your throat.

He’s next to your ear in an instant, kissing it softly, “your pussy feels amazing,” he raspily states before trailing his tongue from your ear down to the middle side of your neck. He places a wet open mouth kiss against your flesh before sucking it between his teeth, lightly biting and sucking to nurse a bruise into the soft skin.

“Attention Haunted House workers, the test run will begin now. Please be ready to run your exhibition.” A loud voice sounds throughout the building, making your fluttery eyes snap open.

“What's that?” You try to sound concerned, but it comes out breathy and light as he continues his attack on your neck.

He does not stop his actions, snapping his hips into you more roughly while talking against your skin, “a test run”, is all he says before he’s cupping the underside of your chin to make you look up at the wall before you. It is the one decorated with the mirror, “that’s a double sided mirror, we can see out but they can't see in.. unless I press a button to start the exhibition.”

You feel your legs wobble as the sound of voices start to fill the hallway, “should I turn it on so everybody can see how much of a nasty girl you are?” You try to formulate sentences, getting more aroused and embarrassed by his lewd idea, as you shake your head profusely.

“Why not, you're enjoying yourself so much. You're literally strangling my cock right now.” He taunts as he begins to rub your clit, “I'm going to let everybody see.”

“No daddy don’t please!” You plead just as people walk in front of the glass, “did you hear something?” They say as they get closer to the mirror, tapping it slightly just as he rams his fat cockhead into your g-spot.

Your eyes cross and he covers your mouth just as you’re about to scream out, “if you don’t cum quietly for daddy then I’m going to let them see me fuck you stupid”. He murmurs, lips pressing against your ear and you nod rapidly. He lets go of your mouth and continues to rub at your clit while fucking into your gspot. Your jaw drops as you try to not make a sound, a part of you not caring if someone sees how blessed you are right now, watching the people peer at the glass awaiting some horror spectacle. It’s only then that you really try to focus your eyes on the people behind the mirror. Your body heats up even more as you watch your group of friends, the entirety of the male Bakusquad, tap on the class.

“Do your friends know that you're such a slut, hm? It's crazy that they have no clue a slut like you is spearing herself so desperately on a cock just on the other side of that glass. I bet you want to make a fucking noise. To get caught all stuffed stupid and bound.” He states through clenched teeth as he rapidly flicks your clit with his fingers, making you cum on his cock for the second time that night. Mouth agape and eyes in the back of your head, you can’t even manage a squeak through how hard you’re cumming, you feel his pumping slow as your upper body goes slack on the table.

Your breaths are shallow as you lay, cheek smashed on the table, dizzily watching your group of friends retreat down the hall. “I swear, guys, that was supposed to be Hitoshi’s room!” Denki tries to explain to the group as they walk further down the hall and your pussy twitches even harder if possible around the length as your eyes widen.

“Oh no… I've been exposed. Not that that slutty little pussy of yours cares.” He deadpans with a cool and collected cockiness. You can hear the mask plop to the floor as he rubs your thighs, trying to do anything to turn that dumb little brain of yours back on.

You on the other hand are trying to muster up the courage to look him in the face, you two weren't particularly close, but had a couple of classes together. He was just the hot, quiet guy that tagged along with your group sometimes… not anything like this. As you throw a glance over your shoulder to take him in his fingers stumble upon something that is tucked into the front side of your skirt and takes it out, out of curiosity. A smirk spreads on his face as he sees a thermometer and stethoscope, he looks at you, surprised that you are able to even look at him and decides you can handle some more. After all he still does owe you one more orgasm right?

“Is the nurse feeling a bit under the weather? You look like you've gone through a lot. Mind if I.. take your temperature?” You're barely paying attention, tongue tied by how fucking hot he looks right now. Purple locks disheveled every which way as low, bag rimmed eyes bore into yours. You gulp, preparing to talk, to say anything when he plops the thermometer in your mouth which surprises you. “What are you-

He’s hushing you and making sure you keep your mouth closed until the item beeps and he takes it out, “only 98.1, that can't be accurate, right Miss Nurse? Good thing I know of a more accurate place I can stick this...”

Your ears perk up at this as you go to stand upright, only to remember that of course you’re still fucking bound. He chuckles as he spits on his fingers, lathering up his index finger before he starts to softly rub your asshole.

“H-hey you c-can’t I’m too sensitive!” You try to protest, “it's hard to tell if you're serious with how much your pretty little asshole is puckering.” Your cheeks burn red at this and you feel him place the cold metal tip of the thermometer at your asshole. He pushes it inside swiftly which makes you moan loudly before he stuffs his still erect cock back in your pussy.

“AGH UH I-I CAN’T!” You squeal as he pushes the thermometer further in your ass while bottoming out inside of you. Your cunt is squelching and drooling all over him as he gives you a few shallow thrusts while toying with the device, testing it out by pulling it out a bit before shoving it deeper into your tight hole.

Your uneven panting and moaning is enough indicator for him as he starts to fuck you barbarically now, anybody who walks past will surely hear, as the device beeps again. “It- fuck- says 101.2. Fuck baby y-you’re burning up inside. Because I’m fucking you so good, huh?” He is in awe at how aroused you are, how much wetter you have grown not to mention how your walls quiver around his cock while hugging it so snuggly. It’s affecting him almost to a lethal degree, but you’re no better. You’d like to say that you weren’t enjoying this all the more now that you know who is treating you so well, but that would be untruthful. He starts to push the device further inside, never slowing his thrusts- too mesmerized- and you begin to babble with a sense of urgency.

“If- if you, shit shit, keep pushing it deeper then you’ll-

Before you can finish the thermometer presses against your g spot in the same instant that his cock is kissing it so sweetly. The combination rips a scream from your lungs as your body basically heaves, shooting a stream of cum all over the floor and the man's shoes.

The force of your gushing, pushes his cock out just in time as he paints the floor and your ass with his sticky thick cum, watching as you shake so violently “holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit”. His voice strains and shakes as he continues to pump his cock not thinking he could produce so much ejuculation, every spurt providing immense pleasure.

By the time he is done, you're laying there dumbly, breath hitching erratically as you try and bring yourself back. His cock is screaming with sensitivity as he wipes it clean and fixes himself, panting as well. He's quick to grab some supplies that he was planning on using for the haunted house to clean you up, gently wiping your lower regions before fixing your clothes. Then he's unclasping your restraints and sitting you on the table as you both collect yourself quietly.

Just as he’s about to speak, there are knocks on the door and he throws one look at you, silently asking if it’s okay to open to which you nod, pulling out your phone and ignoring the millions of messages you have. You’re fixing your makeup when Denki comes inside talking about how he knew this was Hitoshi’s and Neito’s room and asking where he was. He started explaining how Neito was running late when Denki finally saw you.

“Hey y/n I think the girls were looking for you what happened? I didn’t know you and Hitoshi were acquainted!”

The tall man only softly chuckles at this in response as Denki continues, “watch out man this one is fierce!”

He looks at you, allowing a relaxed, almost lazy even, smirk to spread across his face while his eyes flick up and down your body. You can't help but press your legs together, you can practically feel him inside you all over again and you almost want to mewl in response to his look.

“I don’t think I have much to worry about right, y/n?”

Nobody would have guessed that that was the night Hitoshi became such a good daddy to you.

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In Living Color

Chapter 9 - Part Two

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

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By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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June 2021

If Chris had to guess, he’d say he slept maybe for twenty minutes the previous night.

Twenty restless minutes, after which he woke feeling as though he’d had a nightmare. But what he wished was only a nightmare had become his reality, which was that damned leaked picture from the catering company, one with him all over Nat in the background.

Chris couldn’t stop thinking that this was just an absolute fucking disaster. One that didn’t end when he opened his eyes, instead playing out in front of him with every passing moment where his phone didn’t light up with a text from here and when he was still so fucking annoyed and discouraged, not knowing how or if he should reach out first when Nat was the one to end things. 

Thankfully, the crew had the day off to adjust back to day shoots after a long few weeks of night work, but the reprieve didn’t last long when he heard the door to his hotel room unlock and open as Scott came inside with a yawn. They’d made plans the previous night – before Chris’ life went up in flames thanks to a simple phone call – to eat breakfast in Chris’ room, then find the Sox game on a random online stream and spend the day on the couch. 

Chris didn’t even look up from where he was staring out the window when Scott came into the room, shoulders taught when Scott asked, “So how’s Nat?” 

“The fuck if I know,” he shook his head, glancing down at the table before he took a sip of coffee, hoping it somehow held the answers to how to fix everything.

Scott’s face fell and he reared back before hurrying to sit down at the table next to Chris, pulling a plate of eggs from room service in front of him. “What the hell does that mean?” He asked Chris with a raised brow as he sprinkled some pepper onto his food. 

“It means I wouldn’t have a clue,” Chris began before he scoffed and his hand flew in the air. “She’s going to Seattle and doesn’t want to talk to me. We fought last night and she said she wanted time to think.” 

Scott listened to him with an expression of pure disbelief, and once Chris explained what happened vaguely, his younger brother held his own hand in the air and ordered, “Hold on, back up and start from the beginning. None of this is making sense.” 

With a sigh, Chris began from the beginning, reminding him about the stressful hurried texts and calls with Megan in between takes and during dinner, but then caught him up to speed on what happened after the fact, once he was back in his room and Nat was on her way home from work. And as he retold the story, he was struck by just how sideways everything went, and how quickly it went wrong. But he still couldn’t figure out why Nat got so frustrated with him relaying what Megan – one of the people he trusted the most in this industry, almost implicitly – advised them to do to handle this. Which was her job. What he paid her to do. “I just feel like she was blaming me for everything when all I was doing was trying to make it better for her,” he finished, shrugging as he shook his head in frustration. 

But he didn’t expect Scott’s scowl once he finished, and the dirty blond held his hands in the air placatingly as he told Chris, “Look, don’t shoot the messenger, but it sounds like she kind of told you she just wanted some emotional support.” 

“That’s what I was trying to do! I was trying to solve it so she wouldn’t have to deal with it,” Chris explained, hands flying in the air as he clenched his jaw. 

“She had to deal with it anyway though, Chris,” Scott explained slowly, in a way that made Chris feel as though he was a four-year-old getting chastised. “Remember that Nat isn’t used to any of this. I’m sure it really scared her.” 

He stared at his hands as they anxiously fiddled in his lap, wrapping around themselves before they dropped to his sides, only to go right back to it again. “....It did,” he admitted, remembering how gutted and terrified she sounded, almost more than she did the previous week when she’d call him distraught. 

Scott listened to Chris and was quiet for several minutes as Chris moved his food around his plate and Scott ate. Even looking at the food made Chris feel sick, he just wanted to hop onto the next flight out and apologize to Nat and hold her. But he couldn’t. He had too much riding against him here – commitments and contracts, things he absolutely couldn’t get out of without fucking up his career, and people relying on him, people he had to owe a good portion of his career to – but he yearned to see her face to face, to make things right. 

“C’mon, I know you’re thinking something. What’s going on in your head?” Scott prodded gently, pointing his fork towards Chris. 

“I don’t know Scott, I just know I fucked it up,” he whispered, rubbing a hand over his face to hopefully calm himself down and stave off something like a panic attack. “I think me wanting to solve all of this with the picture was more about wanting to solve it for me than it was for her.” 

“Why do you think that?” 

Chris shrugged, frowning as he tried to clear the lump in his throat. “Because I think I knew how much it would hurt her and make her see all the shit that goes along with me,” he admitted finally. 

Scott sighed, almost sympathetically as he pointed out, “But that’s unavoidable. With the level of fame that you’re at, that’s what goes with it.” 

“That’s the problem. Anyone who’s with me has to deal with it,” Chris agreed, his voice stronger. It’d taken him a long time to recognize the burden he placed on his loved ones with just being him. With being the guy on his nephews and niece’s friends’ lunch boxes, the guy in every other commercial some years. It sucked, it was a level of fame he never quite desired, and he was grateful for it – don’t get him wrong, he was immensely grateful for the career he worked for – but he missed the days where people didn’t breathe down his neck, didn’t tag him in random pictures every minute, and didn’t flood his mentions with less than desirable things. It was all the biggest turn offs to anyone, but especially someone like Nat, who had a career that afforded her with the privacy and autonomy he no longer knew. “And Nat’s no social climber who likes the spotlight but she’s also not someone in the industry who’s used to it and I know she’s going to hate it.” 

But Scott saw right through that argument, that line of logic, and in between bites of bacon he told Chris, “If she cares about you though, it won’t matter.” 

“I’m just afraid that we haven’t had the chance for the good to outweigh the bad,” Chris confessed quietly, feeling as though he was now just waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

“You can’t control that though,” Scott argued back, but then his expression turned empathetic as he studied Chris with a sad half-smile. “And I know you hate that.” 

“I dunno, Scott. Maybe it’s for the best,” Chris shrugged and tried to assure himself of just that. That he would bring nothing but chaos and a spotlight to Nat’s otherwise peaceful, uninteresting-to-the-average-fan life. “Nat’s better off without all this in her life.” 

“Are you better off without her?” 

“I don’t think that’s part of the equation anymore,” Chris admitted, more to himself than Scott. “I fucked it up, but then again I always seem to.”

“So don’t you think you should work on fixing things?” Scott asked with a shrug, with the self-surety that only came with being Scott. At Chris’ silence and odd look, he explained, “I’m not trying to make you feel worse, Chris. I’m really not. I just feel like you do something you perceive as wrong and then just beat yourself up for it. Nobody is perfect, nobody handles things the right way every time but that’s why you have to just learn from it, apologize and move on.” 

“I know you’re right,” Chris began quietly, taking a large sip of his coffee, more to distract himself and hold off on speaking more than anything. “I just don’t think Nat wants to hear from me. It didn’t sound good when she said she wanted to think things over… it sounded like it was it for us and that just scared the shit out of me. Then I was an ass and made it worse by saying I’d maybe see her later.” 

Scott pointed his fork at Chris again, eyes wide as he instructed, “So tell her that. Tell her you were scared and you’re sorry.” 

Chris listened, eyes finding his phone from where it sat a few feet away, screen dark with no messages from Nat. “...I don’t think she’ll answer,” he whispered. 

But Scott simply shrugged, reaching for his iced latte and drawling, “Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t say it though.” 

He just nodded before changing the subject as he finished breakfast with his brother, but the words Scott had spoken stuck in his brain throughout the day. He couldn’t stop thinking about how all of this had happened, how good things had been and just how quickly they went wrong. His brain kept churning and replaying it over and over in his mind as the day wore on, but now that the shock and emotion of seeing that picture surface and the panic he felt was gone, all he could seem to remember was the emotion in Nat’s voice when she talked to him on that phone. 

Chris had been so focused on fixing this, on trying to make it go away to assure Nat that dating him wouldn't be the circus that he knew it was at times. He had tried to come into it with a strategy to make her feel as if he had it under control and yet all he managed to do was push her away and cause that crackle in her voice that still plagued his memory, and he was determined to make it up to her. 

Nat couldn’t help but feel disappointed that even coming back home to Washington didn’t seem to soothe her heart, and instead of breathing a sigh of relief as she stepped off the plane, she only choked back more tears. The flight, under three hours long, only provided her with more opportunities to mull over the situation with her and Chris, to think back on their highs together only to come crashing back down as she remembered their lows… and what had happened just a day earlier. 

And while she looked forward to seeing her sisters, the pair volunteering to pick her up from the airport, the grilling she received on what had just transpired hurt even more than she imagined. She hadn’t thought it could get worse than it already had, but hearing about how even Heather and Alex had felt the effects of the blow up put the final dagger in her, both having hundreds of follow requests as well, for no reason except being the sisters of Natalie Marton, Chris’ fling. 

She pushed aside those feelings however, determined to enjoy the evening at home, finally. And she did – she enjoyed walking into her childhood home, into the comforting and warm arms of her father, and hugging her brother-in-laws and getting tackled by her nieces and nephew. But all throughout dinner and until after the kids went to bed, her eyes kept getting drawn to her phone, hoping for something from Chris, something that said this was just a nightmare, or a horrible misunderstanding.

Nat thought she’d disguised her emotions well enough behind the genuine excitement of finally being home, but her cover was blown once she finally ignored and walked away her phone while she helped her father with the dishes while Heather, Ryan, Alex, and Zach were busy getting the kids down for bed and cleaning up the backyard.

“I’m so glad you were able to come, Nattie,” her father murmured, his voice hardly audible over the running water from the sink as he washed dishes before handing them, one by one, to Nat for her to dry and put away. “We love it when you’re around.” 

“I do too,” she agreed, knowing just how much being with her family had made this better and having people who loved her so deeply brought comfort to her. Nat kept her eyes on the plate she was wiping, letting out a soft sigh before telling him, “It was nice to have my mind off of… everything.” 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him give her a long glance before finally asking,“You want to fill me in on what’s going on, honey?”

Nat rolled her eyes, feeling the anxiety inside of her rise as she told him, “I’m sure Heather and Alex already have, considering the nonstop texts I’ve got from them all day yesterday.”

But Eric simply shut the sink off, turning as he dried his hands with a dish towel and leaned the small of his back against the sink as he looked at her. “They told me that there was a picture online, but that doesn’t tell me how you’re feeling and that’s what I’m concerned about.”

“I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was having a normal day at work and then suddenly everything turned upside down because of one stupid picture where Chris had his arm around me,” Nat still didn’t understand the reality of this all, all the fear and anxiety spilling over as her voice rose and she tossed a hand in the air. 

Her father shook his head, muttering, “I can’t imagine what it must be like for Chris to always have to be looking over his shoulder.”

“Now I feel like I do too,” Nat admitted quietly, swallowing nervously as tears threatened to burn her eyes. “I mean, I’m nobody and yet I have thousands and thousands of his fans requesting to follow me.”

“What did Chris say about all of this?”

At just one mention of his name and the memory of that hurtful conversation that was only one day ago, tears sprung to her eyes as she thought back to his cold tone and swallowed hard, “… That was the worst part.” 

“Here, let’s sit down and tell me what’s going on,” Eric could see the emotions passing over her face and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading his youngest daughter over to the kitchen table. He pulled out a chair for her that Nat ungracefully plopped into before he sat down across from her and instantly reached a hand across the wood table top to hold one of her hands in his. 

“Dad, I was so freaked out,” Nat confessed with a shaky voice, trying to blink away the tears unsuccessfully before they slipped down her cheeks. “I mean, I got blindsided by this and Chris and I aren’t even officially together or anything but he called me and just gave me a laundry list from his publicist of what I can and can’t do.”

“Oh really?”

“Can you imagine how that made me feel? I was so terrified and all he wanted to say was that I had to make sure to keep everything private and don’t say a word about it to people I’m not close with,” the words just came pouring out of her mouth, finally having an opportunity to fully process and express her feelings. Nat ran a hand through her messy curls before admitting, “I felt like he couldn’t care less how I was doing.”

“Did you tell him that?” Eric tried to prod as he looked right into her eyes. 

“Yeah,” she shrugged. But Nat knew it didn’t seem to matter because even when she had told him, he had been less than understanding, but in an attempt to give her father a whole picture of the situation she filled him in that, “He just said trying to fix it was because he cared about me.”

“I’m sure he was,” Eric nodded. 

“I get people don’t always react the best in the moment. I know I wasn’t thinking the most clearly but I…” Nat had to stop for a moment to swallow the lump in her throat, going on with, “I told him I just needed time to think and he basically called off coming back to LA and said he’ll maybe see me later which felt like a big fuck you.”

When Nat saw the way her dad’s eyes arched in sympathy, she knew that it probably wasn’t good and it only caused the knot in her stomach to tighten. The tears filling her eyes just didn’t seem to stop and when Alex came walking into the room, she knew that her sister saw them by the way she stopped short. Nat didn’t say a word as Alex walked over, just putting an arm around her and giving her a soft squeeze before saying, “You left your phone outside and it was ringing.” 

And with that and a soft kiss on the top of her head, Alex left the pair the way they were a minute ago as they sat in the soft light of the kitchen. Nat tapped on the screen and instantly felt her heart drop when she saw that name on her screen, and her father must have known too based on the way he asked, “Is it Chris?” 

“Yeah… he um, left me a voicemail,” she whispered, eyes frozen on her phone, thumb hovering anxiously between the play and delete buttons. 

Eric was quiet, nodding more to himself than to Nat as he took a sip from the glass of water resting on the table next to him. “Maybe you should listen to it,” he finally suggested. 

Part of Nat didn’t want to. She was afraid of what might be waiting for her on the other end of the line. She should have known from day one that there was no way any of this… this connection they seemed to have would go anywhere but then somehow it seemed to. Nat had tricked herself into believing it all would somehow be okay until that bubble was popped yesterday. She got hit with the reminder that this couldn’t be and somehow it felt like it would be easier if it could just slip away, but it looked like she wasn’t going to get out of it without hearing what he decided she needed to hear. 

With a shaky hand, she turned the volume up and clicked play, hearing that husky voice of his start talking, “Hey…. It's me. Nat, I’ve been such an idiot. I handled all of this like shit and I just want to tell you how sorry I am. I couldn’t believe how much this blew up and I knew it wouldn’t be anything you were prepared for so I think I just wanted to solve it and have a plan to make it all better, but in doing that, I missed out on the most important thing which is you.” Nat kept listening to the voicemail as the line paused for a minute, hearing his soft sigh before he continued, “I kind of um, wanted to be able to say this right to you, but I get you need space and I respect that. I just want you to know that I’m sorry, Nattie. I’m so, so, sorry.” 

She was quiet as she listened to his last deep breath before he had hung up, tears freely falling from her eyes as she processed what had just been said. She almost forgot that her father was sitting just across the table from her until he tilted his head, looking at her in concern as he whispered, “Nattie…”

“Dad, what am I going to do? How do I figure any of this out?” Nat’s voice crackled as she practically begged him for any answers. “This is not anything I thought I’d ever have to deal with.”

“Times like this I wish your mom was here,” her dad’s voice was soft as he lightly shook his head, remembering, “She always knew what to say.”

“I just don’t know what I should do…” 

“Nattie, I don’t know that I’m always the wisest person or have all the right answers,” she could see just how uneasy her dad was, knowing that he was doing everything in his power to be there for Nat in the way she needed in this moment. 

“I’d really like to know what you think, Dad,” Nat insisted, knowing that Eric was never one to tell anyone what to do, but she needed his guidance, explaining, “I’m so confused.”

Eric reached out, taking Nat’s hand again and squeezing it softly as he gave her a sad smile. “All I know Nattie is that you get that sparkle in your eye when you talk about him. And that from even just those few moments when he came while we were having lunch in California, I could tell by the way he looked at you just how deeply he cared for you,” he told her, and Nat let out a deep breath as she realized she agreed with him. Chris did care for her, hell she cared for him more than she thought was ever possible, but she also had never been here before, never had to consider anything more than updating her Facebook status as a relationship grew and changed. 

“I know he does… I know he means what he said in that voicemail,” Nat knew there was no way she could deny that what Chris had expressed to her was anything less than authentic. But she finally gave voice to her underlying fears, “I just don’t know if it’s enough… if I can deal with everything that comes with him and his life.”

“I don’t have an answer to that, honey,” Eric was honest, a hand motioning vaguely in the air before he told her, “But I think you’re in too deep for him not to find out for sure.”

“… I’m really crazy about him, dad,” the emotions inside of Nat feeling so heavy and deep, knowing that what she felt for Chris wasn’t something she’d be able to walk away from so easily and admitted, “I don’t want things to slip away as easy as they seemed to on the phone when we talked.”

“Give him a call, Nattie.”

“I don’t know… it’s late… he’s probably asleep,” Nat muttered, knowing that he might not even be up yet, or could be in the middle of filming, but more so finding an excuse to shield her feelings from any further damage. 

“Just call him,” Eric murmured again, a sideways grin on his face as he nodded resolutely. “Trust me.”

She felt him give her hand a soft squeeze before Nat nodded, silently agreeing before she used the sleeve of her sweatshirt to wipe away her tears. Eric pulled Nat in for a long hug before they were interrupted by her elder sisters coming in with both their husbands behind them, carrying in the last few things from outside and filling the kitchen with their loud chatter. While the chaos was happening as everyone filled the kitchen, Nat was the only one who saw the little wink Eric gave her, encouraging Nat to slip out of the kitchen unnoticed and walk up the stairs and down to the end of the long hallway where her childhood room still was. 

Nat closed the door behind her before going to sit on the full-size bed, hearing the soft creak as she put her weight on it. She just sat there for a long moment, staring at the phone in her hands as she wondered what she should do… What should she say? Maybe this was something that should wait, she thought to herself. Nat’s brain kept filtering through every excuse in the book before impulsively hitting the call button. 

It only rang a few times, enough that she was sure it’d go to voicemail and she’d be spared from having to face him, but soon his gruff, sleepy voice answered, “Nattie?” 

“Shit, you were sleeping weren’t you?” She swore, frowning as she shut her eyes. Nat kicked off her flip flops, moving her legs onto the bed and leaned her back against the pale yellow wall. “I knew I shouldn’t have called.” 

But his voice sounded much more awake than it had only a few seconds ago when he explained, “No, no. I was just dozing.” 

Nat nodded to herself, staring down at the worn quilt as she picked at a loose thread on it restlessly. “I just wanted to call you and tell you that I’m sorry,” she finally whispered, pausing for a moment as she felt unable to help but listen to every sound that left his lips, no matter how small. “I’m really sorry, Chris.” 

“Are you kidding me? What do you have to apologize for?” He asked, his voice quiet but incredulous. “I was the one who was an ass, Nattie.” 

She frowned, listening to him but insisting, “I don’t feel like I handled any of this well at all.” 

“Why should you? You were blindsided and not at all equipped for any of this,” he explained, and Nat felt relieved that he finally saw how she’d been feeling throughout all of this. “And instead of helping, I just made everything fuckin’ worse and I can’t tell you how sorry I am for that.” 

Tears filled her eyes as relief flooded her, and it was then that she knew that they’d make it out of this, out of this nightmare that’d been consuming them. It wasn’t something she’d ever entertained happening – them pushing through it together – because it just seemed so final and absolute, the way they’d left things, but they’d come together and began picking up the pieces as a pair instead of broken individuals. “...I’m just scared and I miss you,” she admitted, her voice cracking as tears slipped down her cheeks.  

“I miss you too, I’m so sorry baby,” his voice was low and tender and Nat could almost see him shaking his head before he told her, “I wish I could make it up to you.” 

“Your apology was more than enough,” she told him, shaking her head to herself as she listened to the sound of him breathing, aching to be there next to him. “But… you could still take me out to dinner when you come back if you’re available.” 

Chris’ voice was stronger, no room for question as he told her, “When I come back from Europe, I’m spending a couple days at home to shake off the jet lag and get Dodger, and then I’m flying straight out to see you.” 

She bit her lip as a smile spread across her face, feeling some butterflies in her stomach as she whispered, “I think that sounds really good.” 

“I do too, Nattie,” he whispered back, a smile evident in his own voice before he yawned. “I’ll see you soon.” 

Even as the call ended, the smile that was on her lips stayed put as she realized that she would - finally - see him soon. That mental countdown she’d had for a month now was moving closer and closer to the end with every passing moment, and she fell asleep with a smile on her face as she thought about tomorrow, about her niece Ella’s birthday party, but also about how she’d be one day closer to being back in his arms again. 

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Multi-Part Series | One Shots | Drabbles | Extras

* Unwavering (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) - 6.5k, the one where harry cheats (again)

"Right. Maybe we can go out tonight to grab some dinner," She suggested, a hopeful glint in her eyes and he almost felt guilty for putting her on the back burner of his mind. "I really have to go, baby," Peeking his head around her frame, he spotted the untouched toast and apple juice resting on where he should be. "I'm sorry."

^ + Roommate Series (3) (4) (5) (6) - 9.8k, the one where harry and y/n are roommates

He sighed, “I finished my coffee ages ago. I was just waiting for you to finish studying so we could leave together and go home,” Y/N dropped her fingers from his wrist, slouching the slightest bit as butterflies attacked her stomach. “Don’t look at me like that. I just wanted you to get home safe,” He nudged her forehead with the ball of his palm, his face contorting to annoyance.

^ + Notes on Camp (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) - 16.5k, the one where harry and y/n are camp counsellors

Y/N looked around to be met with puckered lips and clenched hands as the campers practically requested for her to kiss their favourite counsellor. Wide, hopeful stares were willing her to commit.

“Alright, alright,” She bent her upper body to reach his cheek, licking over her lips once before pressing it on his skin. It was only a quick peck and then she pulled back. He stayed unmoving.

Jacky and Emy poked their finger at him on opposite sides. His cheek dimpling with their small indents. “Maybe you should do it again?”

* Friends Don't (1) (2) (3)- 3k, the one where lines are crossed

“It’s Harry Styles fanfiction on Tumblr,” She suggested a conversation, shyly smiling in embarrassment. “I can see that,” He murmured, using his thumb to scroll through the rest of the story, “It’s . . . interesting. People write these about me?” His retort made the situation seem like an utter surprise.

* Digress, Progress, Regress Series - 5k, the one where harry falls out of love

Y/N wondered if there was a chance to fixing what has been lost--what has disappeared as the canvas soaked through in a permeated osmosis. Coating the brush of blue with white paint took several layers to completely cover the mistakes. There had to be an effort in wanting to make the faults and errors completely opaque from the eye; the bleary, watery irises soaked with tears, dampening her lashes in a thick haze as she cried.

Tickle Fights (1)  - 1.2k, the one where bff!y/n teases harry about his boner

“What’s going on here, Harry?” The light tone of her voice indicated that she was teasing him, paired with the subtle movements of her lower half. Harry whined in response, feeling the blood rush downwards to make him even stiffer. “Does this feel good? Got hard over me straddling you, huh?” It was almost degrading, the way Y/N formed her question yet Harry couldn’t help a whimper from lingering in the air. He nodded, hands sliding down to grip at her moving hips.

Real Mature (1)  (2)  - part two is patron exclusive! - 603 words, the one where bff!harry and y/!n fight

“You shouldn’t have. I’m sorry for being bitter about you and Ruby,” She rested her forearms on his shoulders in a slant when he stood to his full height. “I know you’re happy with her,” Harry gave her a shy smile that confirmed his words. Ruby is someone special to Harry now and Y/N had to learn how to share his time, attention, and affection. “I reckon I’m just missing you a lot more now,” Y/N’s tone was sad and despondent, trailing her gaze to the floor where she almost chuckled at Harry’s fuzzy bunny slippers which she had gotten him.

^ Fine Line Series: Adore You - 1.1k the one where harry and y/n are friends with benefits

Still, with her back against the wall and Harry’s fingers still gripping her hips—she waited for his response. I told you I loved you. Say it back, Y/N thought. “I love her, Y/N,” He mumbled against her neck in a drunken stupor. So close.

Kinkmas Blurbs (1 - 7) - 4.6k, the one where it’s all smutty

Maybe it was the way that his jaw ticked harshly every time he threw his head back at a particularly good stroke. You wondered what he was imagining that had him bucking his hips to his fist before realizing that the movements would probably cause you to wake up. Still, his hooded lids didn’t peel open—not until a core shaking fondle of his heavy balls forced a choked whine out of his throat.

Harry’s neck snapped to your figure, catching the way you looked at him as if you were in distress that he wasn’t cumming anytime soon—not when you were there, willing and able to help.

“Fuck, love. ‘M sorry,” He mumbled, not stopping the flicks of his wrist. In fact, you swore that you could hear the squelching of his clear pre-cum squishing between his fingers.

The Secretary (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 11k, the one where harry is the CEO and y/n is the assistant (cheating fic)

Two months ago, Y/N unburied a not-so-hidden secret that Harry tried to bury. Two months ago, Y/N walked in on her boyfriend and his secretary fucking on his office table. Two months ago, Y/N experienced everything from pain and discomfort, to disappointment and being scornful. She threaded the line of confronting him or waiting for the day he came forward and admitted it himself. There was a desire for Y/N to see Harry sweat beneath her beady eyes, watching him scratch the back of his pants in a nervous manner. She wanted to hear him stutter as he spat an excuse, she yearned to see him pleading with his gorgeous green eyes for her to stay.  Y/N craved for his throat to close up, whimpers choked from his trachea because he was losing his stability as she walked away from him.

(s) Tension (1) (2) - 5.3k, the one where harry and y/n hate each other

“S’that why you hate me so much?”

His fingertips tapped his thigh methodically, crumpling a faint thud against his jeans. With how close they were sitting, Y/N’s bare knee brushed against his clothing. A burn of desire and anticipation lit inside of her like a dose of gasoline another in a flaming hot fire.

Harry shook his head, “Don’t hate you."

Champagne Problems- 4.4k, the one where marriage is a sensitive topic, the 1 - coming soon!

The freshly popped bottle of champagne poured into the flute on the table beside her bubbled and simmered, the sizzling reaction of the golden liquid ignited a moment of realization within her. The reason why her body felt more weighted, why tears filled her glazed eyes, pricking her corneas and threatening to spill down her face. Y/N’s heart had cracked–she was certain that everybody around her could hear it.

One Shot

(s) Achy Back - 813 words, the one where harry draws y/n a bath

A pout sat on her face as Harry stopped himself from ducking his head and catching her plush lips with his, craving the sweet taste of her and her strawberry lip balm. Her arms wrapped around his snatched waist, halting his breath at the tightness of her embrace and settling for a kiss on her forehead, the scent of her shampoo wafting in his nostrils, knowing that she had taken shower hours prior.

A Letter to the Man I’ve Loved - 1.5k, the one where harry receives a letter from his ex

Is it really worth it to look back in retrospect about ‘what had been’ when she can think about ‘what could have been’ if both of them realized their faults? Granted, he was more resilient in that sense than her, but he was no better at the time. She made mistakes and it had haunted her to this day, practically killing her with each moment she spent without him by her side.

Renegade - 981 words, the one where harry and y/n do a tiktok dance

“What are y’doing?” Harry asked, his eyes wide as his large palms ruffled the fluffy towel on his damp curls. The steam from the bathroom escaped to your bedroom where you were panting with effort, your chest heaving so hard that the peaks of your breasts rose with each breath.

“Uh, what are you doing?” You retorted slowly, hiding your hands behind your back were your fingers gripped your phone. Your thumb dug hard on the volume bottom, frantically trying to decrease the music from the phone speaker.

(s) Drop the Towel - 644 words, the one where harry does the ‘drop the towel’ challenge

You gasped at the sight, the knife clanging on the marble counter, “Ooh, hi there,”

He smirked cockily, watching your eyes observe his body, tongue subconsciously peeking out between your lips until you snapped your head to the window, “Oh my god! There are people out there, Harry!” You wailed in alarm, bending over to hand him his towel.

All I Ask - 2.2k, the one where feelings aren’t mutual

“I don’t want to be scared of what will happen tomorrow or if all we have is right now because we’ll have nothing left but I am,” A sob ripped through his throat, emotions were heightened tenfold because she was so close yet so far and they were still Harry and Y/N but at the same time they weren’t. They’ve changed over the span of one night. “All we have is tonight,”

Little Prince - 583 words, the one where 7-year-old harry takes care of his best friend

“Y/N? Y/N! Are you okay? I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I swear I wasn’t mad at you, I was just jok- Why are you smiling?” Harry yelped, panic evident in his shrill voice. His hands wandered towards her face, tilting it left to right, up and down, searching for any visible and invisible injuries besides the bump on her forehead.

Stressed Out - 1.8k, the one where y/n has a huge term paper due

“What d’ya mean I don’t get it?” He closed the paperback, making sure to clip in his bookmark to save his spot.

A pregnant pause slithered the room. Her fingers typing against the keys of her laptop ceased as she shot him a glare, “You’re not studying, are you? All you do is write songs, fiddle with a few instruments and sing it in front of people who adore you,”

Valentine’s Day - 1.5k, the one where harry runs into trouble and y/n is there to save him

“Shit! Are you crazy?” Y/N gasped in surprise when the passengers seat was occupied, the door opening and slamming shut all while the car moved at a speed of 15 km/h —cursing her forgetfulness for not clicking the locks shut.

“Keep driving!” The passenger shouted, looking back through the windshield.

Dream With Me - 1.3k, the one where y/n has trouble sleeping

Harry’s admiration gets interrupted when a sudden jolt took over Y/N’s body. He dropped his mouth open a little in shock, rubbing her back soothingly when she whimpered quietly, “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe with me,” She must have had experienced one of those moments when she was falling until her vision drooped to a shaded black.

Pet Name - 1.2k, the one where bff!harry just wants y/n to call him by his pet name again

His voice emulated a soft, syrupy tone that lingered in the air whenever he spoke. He was the colour honey itself–golden and yellow like the colour of the sun. Harry was bright in its sense of intelligence and the way he illuminated the whichever room he entered. His kindness catered to everyone’s needs and left pieces of his heart wherever he went.

Harry was honey.

Shave - 768 words, the one where harry helps y/n shave her coochie

She sniffles some more, “I’m trying to shave, H. It’s so itchy but I-I can’t reach down there,”

Y/N began to sob. The rattle of the razor clanking on the bathtub floor where she sat her bum on the edge. Her baby bump was causing her to teeter over the porcelain which urged Harry to swiftly plant his hands on her to keep her steady.

“I’m so huge! I’m the size of a house,” Y/N palmed the crest of her bump, rubbing it loosely as she admired the stretched skin yet slightly wishing that it would disappear and she was holding their baby in her arms instead.

(s) Don’t Worry, Darling - 1.5k, the one where y/n rides harry

He slipped down the headboard, resting his back flat on the mattress with Y/N sliding with him. She positioned her feet to rest near his knees, wrapping their limbs together so she could have some sort of sanity whilst Harry incepted on his shattering thrusts. Feet were planted on the mattress to give his lower half elevation to propel his hips against Y/N’s core. Harry’s fingers left white marks on her skin, gripping the plush flesh and essentially spreading Y/N open as he rapidly shoved his dick over and over inside of her with no signs of slowing down. He staggered for a few moments when her pulsing core emitted dazing throbs over his leaking cock but Y/N was quick to duplicate and resume the pace he had set with the movement of her hips.

To Be Loved - 2.3k, the one where y/n’s feelings are more than friendly

“I love you. Don’t you love me back?”

Harry’s eyes visibly widened, clearly taken aback by the question spewing from Y/N’s mouth. Her heat cheeks and a shy stance; knees knocking against his knobby ones while her dainty hands interlaced her fingers.

Revelation - 2.1k, the one where famous!y/n and harry are spotted together (pre-relationship)

Before there were Harry and Y/N--the power couple--there was Harry and Y/N.

Y/N, who was one of the most sought after female artists in the industry because of her angelic voice. The woman who had managed to catch the lingering stares of every household and the ears of many listeners with her truthful songs; narrative from the experiences she had gone through and shared through the art of songwriting.

Harry, who was quite the artist for the night. Harry’s limbs were being pulled metaphorically every which to ensure that the cameras captured him clapping respectfully in the audience. Others were asking him to stay for a bit more time backstage for content for an upcoming video. Right now, he was sat in his uncomfortable chair beside a handful of producers and well-known singers. A brief hug and whisper with Ariana Grande were enough for their fans to implode about a possible collaboration, granted that Harry had written a song for her album before. But Harry was certain that that feature wasn’t coming for a long while.

Apple Cheeks - 1.1k, the one where harry says something and y/n isn’t listening

Clearing his throat, he began, “I love you, Y/N. And I know that it might be too soon considering how short our relationship has been so far but I-I really do have strong feelings for you,”

Harry dropped his gaze as soon as he managed to peel off the first three words from his hoarse throat. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted to let you know that I really care for you and me. I definitely something for us in the future and I hope you feel the same,”

Dreadful seconds shivered up Harry’s spine. His stare was still fixed on her shuffling feet and the floor. It was painful to hear nothing but silence so Harry decided to courageously lift his head up.

Affliction - 1.5k, the one where Harry breaks down (TW: depressive thoughts)

It wasn’t even that Harry did not know how to say ‘no’ because he truly did. However, anyone would be worn-out by the amount of exhaustion carried on his back. That cold shudder of loneliness--even when he wasn’t alone-- because nobody shared the experience of defeat with him. The twitch of his ears straining to listen when nobody would do the same for him. A subtle jerk of the corners of his lips because he could not keep the smile plastered on his face like paint chipping off the drywalls. The flutter of tired lids waiting to be shut tightly as tears were wrung from his green eyes, lashes tickling his skin underneath the violent colour of his eye bags.

From the Dining Table - 748 words, the one where y/n’s new boyfriend looks a lot like harry

Y/N wondered if her former lover shared the same thoughts as she did. The girl that he woke next to—was she still there? Did they share the bed together—not just in the morning—but the nights as well? If so, did Harry love her like he did with Y/N? Or was he just pretending to be okay like she was?

Blanket for Two - 990 words, the one where y/n kicks harry out of bed

And now, Harry was in bed with the woman he loves. Her light snores echoing in the dim room and he was staring up at the ceiling, shivering in his bones. If she were awake, Y/N probably would have made a snide, joking comment about how he shouldn’t sleep naked, especially in the winter.  Not like she didn’t do that either--she was practically naked with the thin camisole over her body.  The difference was that Y/N had an extra layer of blanket keeping her warm, shielding her skin from the night air and Harry only had the friction of his palms rubbing against his arms.  He was sure that he was a hint away from his teeth chattering. Harry had half the mind to dip his freezing feet beneath the blanket and jolt her awake with the change in temperature.

That’ll show her, he thought.

Around 1:32 - 3.2k, the one where y/n has a wet dream

“What?” Harry spat, tugging his shirt over his head, waiting for you to form a coherent excuse. “‘Think that jus’ because you woke up horny from a dream that y’can touch yourself? What a slut.  Are you that desperate?”

Your cheeks flamed at his words of degradation, doubling your arousal and one that had you smushing your thighs together to relieve the ache. You rolled your eyes as he continued his rant instead of using the time to keep you satisfied.  That was his job, wasn’t it? To make you cum and make you feel nothing but pleasure, yet here he was shaming you for touching yourself. Granted, you did it without his permission and done so while he was asleep beside you, but still.

“Wouldn’t have touched myself if you treated me well.”

+ Stories in My Eyes - 1.2k, the one where dad!Harry gets woken up in the middle of the night

And while he liked to think that he had gotten the hang of—quite literally— his kid dangling on his leg like some sort of koala, pulling on his hair every time he gave Beau a piggy back ride, and the random visits late at night where the small child would stand at the doorway with his teddy bear so quietly only to say, “Can I sleep with you and mumma?” He was not at all prepared for tonight’s’ events.

+ Feather Boa - 1.5k, the one where harry comes home after the Grammys

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Oh, stop that!”

“Stop what?” Harry nudged the strap of his custom tote bag higher on his shoulder.

“You just won a Grammy, you goose!”

Harry’s gaze softened, endeared at how happy Y/N was for him. She was jumping on the tips of her toes, hands clasped in front of her as she stared at him with admiration and awe.

(s) Roughed Up - 2.8k, the one where harry’s domestic and y/n’s mind wanders

You whimper in return, almost collapsing straight on his body when Harry uses your body to move you up and down his cock. His curls flop on the soft pillow beneath his head, sweat matting the tiny hairs to his face. The way he looks at you with such intensity and a certain kind of awe as if he couldn’t believe that this was really happening is rewarding. Hooded eyes observing how your body twitches in his grip, gasping at how strong he felt underneath you like you were merely a ragdoll to be played wit

Pudding Cups - 1k, the one after harry steals food from the kitchen (Notes on Camp Extras)

“So is it common practice for counsellors to steal food from the kitchen?”

Harry lifts his head up at inquiry, shifting his attention from gently taking out the contents of the reusable bag towards Y/N.  She was laying on his mattress, flat on her back as she stared at the wooden ceiling.  If she looked closely, Y/N was sure that his light bulb was flickering the tiniest bit and usually, she would’ve been freaking out over the fact that she was in the middle of the woods, hovering over a potential power cut.  But the fear subsided once she reminded herself that Harry was around.

“Hopefully not,” He muses with a suggestive eyebrow.

Drabbles:

(s) Drabble #1: Fratboy!Harry - 469 words, the one where y/n meets fratboy!harry at a party

Y/N snapped her head towards the member. When she applied for the rush, she didn’t expect that she would have to sleep with someone in order to officially join the sorority.  “What? Why him?

Sadie chuckled, sensing the panic in her voice. “Don’t worry, Harry’s nice. Besides, everybody does it,” She swirled her drink around, mixing the liquids together. Her lashes draped over her cheeks, almost touching the apples. “Are you in?”

Drabble #2: Asshole!Harry - 848 words, the one where harry cheats

You were calm, silent, and patient to see where he would take the conversation. Guilt was not present when you stood face to face in a battle of tranquility that pierced through your heart. His eyes gleamed in concealed smugness while his tongue curled in endless apologies. You knew him too well that he didn’t even stand a chance to hide his true intentions. But to Harry, you were a naive little girl that failed to acknowledge the difference between his acting and the truth.

(s) Drabble #3: Tease - 1.4k, the one where harry teases y/n

Harry plunged two fingers in her hole carefully, biting his lip to suppress the sound he was bound to release from the feeling of her wet walls suffocating his digits. He delivered punctual thrust, making sure to graze her sensitive spot to heighten her arousal. “Harry,”

He stepped back abruptly, pulling his fingers out and creating distance between them. “We have dinner to get to,”

(s) Drabble #4: Dessert - 1.7k, the one where y/n makes dinner but harry wants dessert

His thoughts were always about her no matter how hard he tried not to. And the fact that she took the time out of her day to prepare him something that he will enjoy; well, Harry’s heart just about swelled up to three times the size in his thumping chest.

She pulled away, shaking her head adamantly, “No way! I spent all day cooking and you’re not gonna skip it just to eat my pussy,”

He the corners of his eyes squinted in offence at her description, “Your pussy’s top tier, baby.” Harry ‘tsked’ his tongue, “If yeh didn’t know that already, then I’m doing a horrid job,”

(s) Drabble #5: Mine - 579 words, the one where harry is obsessed with y/ns tits

But he couldn’t exactly do that when all Harry wanted to do was do her. The smooth skin was supported by a navy blue push-up bra; he could tell by the lace mesh that he could see peeking out. It gave Y/N every favour because Harry was trying so hard not to let saliva pool in his mouth and drip out in a line of drool, his eyes widening with each movement she made with her arms, jostling her boobs a little bit here and there.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Y/N waved her arms to catch his attention. A frown creased her brows as he blinked sluggishly before finding enough coherence to recognize that she was trying to talk to him.

(s) Drabble #6: Early Mornings - 1k, the one where harry thinks y/n is prettiest in the morning

“Get to see ya’ when you’re most beautiful,” Harry tickled his nose on hers, smiling at the way the feature scrunched up as she giggled. He groaned at the contractions her walls gave while her tummy flipped in gentle laughter. “Oi! What’s so funny?” He smushed her face with kisses, pausing his thrust halfway through which had her whining.

Drabble #7: Getaway - 952 words, the one where harry is always cold in the mornings

"Y/N, have you taken my purple bathrobe?"

“No,” Y/N tugged the lavender coloured fabric by the sleeves first. Then, by the lapels draping over her chest, drawing them tighter to block the gust of wind currently caressing Harry’s floppy curls.

Twisting his body, a knowing look overtook Harry’s face as Y/N exited the cabin door. The sheepish smile on his lover’s face granting all the information he needed for this morning’s chilly inception.

There she was, clad in the said purple bathrobe.

Drabble #8: A Little Chilly - 451 words, the one where harry sleeps on the couch

“‘S my bed. Dunno why Lydia can’t jus’ stay on the couch,”

“It’s Y/N!” She wailed, walking closer to the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Dear, we didn’t know that you were coming home,” Anne tried reasoning with him, not seeing the gravity of the situation as Harry was making it out to be.

Text Messages:

Text Messages #1 - ‘would you love me if I was snail?’

Text Messages #2 - ‘did you know we had a quiz today?’

Text messages #3 - ‘did you steal my hoodie?’

Notes/Behind the Scenes

Notes: Tarnish

Notes: Stressed Out

[croscupsroom]

True Happiness (T, pre Sam/Castiel, 1.5 k.) True happiness lies in the mundane (and it’s bedtime for Sam and Castiel). Set some time after 14.08. Read on AO3.

AN: if it looks familiar, i have posted this before but accidentally deleted that account. thought i'd reupload it since i put it on AO3.

AN: short mention of cas having skipped meals, towards the end.

In the evenings now, Castiel likes to go down to Sam’s room, and hangs out in it doing quiet activities or watching TV until Sam comes to bed. They’ve had this routine for a while, only skipping nights when the brothers are out of town. This time, it’s not exactly the evening — more like the middle of the night, not that long before it crisps into early morning.

Sam doesn’t have the healthiest of sleep schedules. He sleeps too little, at imprecise hours. That doesn’t bother Castiel. He doesn’t sleep at all, so Sam’s lack of habits doesn’t inconvenience him. What preoccupies him is Sam’s health. He listened to a podcast episode, once, that detailed how exactly lack of sleep could impact human bodies. Hearing that made him think of Sam, sluggish; of the cogs in his brain rickety from too few hours of rest. It made him worry about future outcomes.

“Alright, Dean,” Sam says from outside his bedroom door. This signals the end of a conversation Castiel wasn’t privy to. Like most of theirs, really.

Cas sits on the bed, legs extended in front of him. His shoes are on the floor, by the bottom of the bed. He’s wearing pajamas. Something tells him that the flannel feels pleasant, where it falls on the outside of his shell.

The last time they went to Goodwill together to shop for Jack, Sam pointed out the set on the rack. Maybe you’ll like this better than sitting in your clothes all night long , Sam said like the subject might bristle Cas.

Castiel is an angel. Clothes are all the same to him. What the remark told him, though, was that it must bother Sam for him not to change himself at bedtime. Why else would he suggest it at all, or so cautiously? Castiel wondered if it was that the trench coat’s noise bothered him, whenever some of the polyester canvas rubbed on itself in soft scratches that made him cringe. Maybe it was that Castiel disrespected some social convention without realizing it, and Sam was hinting at some way to fix it.

Looking at the flannel on the hanger, Castiel wondered if it was that Sam might want him to get undressed at night, and act as though they were going to bed together.

Of course , Castiel said then. I’d like that better.

You sure? Sam retreated, like he was worried that he had pushed Cas too far, and forced his answer.

I am, yes. I’m sure this sleepwear will be more comfortable. That was a lie, but one that he hoped would reassure his friend.

Sam, swelling up in relief, put the pajamas in the cart and waited for Castiel to follow him to the next rack.

Since then, Castiel changed into the pajamas in the evening before Sam turned in for the night. They developed their own little rituals, like maybe Sam was hoping to by suggesting the pajamas in the first place.

“What’re you watching?” Sam asks. The TV’s on, the volume barely above a whisper. He kicks off his shoes, his feet now bare on the concrete.

“I’ve been rewatching Arrested Development.”

“Oh, yeah? Again?”

They first watched it together years ago, when Castiel started spending his evenings in Sam’s room. He rewatches it sometimes on his own. Even after all these times, it still eludes him.

“The humor puzzles me.”

“Yeah. I can see it being hard to take in.” The remark could come off as condescending, but it doesn’t. Sam is trying to understand where Cas is coming from.

As Sam begins brushing his teeth at the sink, Castiel pauses the show. Sam has his back to Cas, and his eyes are focused on the porcelain below. He doesn’t own a pajama set — he always just puts on sweatpants and an old t-shirt for bed.

Sometimes, it seems like Sam is more weathered every time he comes into Castiel’s consciousness. He’s very different from the young man Castiel met not so long ago — a dull translucent rock, from what was once a sharp-edged fragment of a glass bottle.

Castiel hasn’t spent much time thinking about the effects of underground living on human morale. He imagines it can’t be too good, living in a bunker without windows like Sam and Dean do. Troglobites are hardly the most vibrant lifeforms. Human societies, if they can help it, do not choose this environment for themselves. If he tried, Castiel could surely find a podcast episode available about the subject — something about miners maybe, and their getting hopelessly stuck in a shaft somewhere. But that wouldn’t help. That’s nothing like Sam’s situation at all.

“Do you want to finish the, uh, documentary series?” he asks. They started that one a few nights ago. These past two, Sam shook his head no when Cas asked him, saying he was too tired. He’s about to do the same, but seems to think better of it.

“Yeah, sure.” They have three episodes left. They can get through at least one tonight.

Usually, Castiel lays on top of the bed, postured impeccably, while Sam slouches underneath the covers. This time, Sam holds up the sheets for longer than usual after he gets in, as an invitation. So. Castiel tucks his legs alongside Sam. The bed is a double — not exactly meant for two men’s size — so their physical closeness is pure happenstance. Sam’s head resting on his upper arm, as it is right now, is the most they ever touch.

“Play it,” Sam says. He gestures vaguely to the remote in Castiel’s hand.

The series exposes an unsolved string of murder, the botched investigation, and the cover-up around it. It’s quite harrowing. Castiel is always amazed at how Sam will relax by listening to the most gruesome stories. Often, he’ll fall asleep to episode collections of Forensic Files. Castiel will turn it off for him, once he’s out.

At the end of the episode, Sam is already almost asleep, his lids heavy .

“Sam, you should go to sleep,” Castiel tells him, prying him off his side.

Sam nods, yawns again. Castiel turns off the TV, then hands Sam the remote so he can put it on his side of the bed.

As he turns to lay back down, Sam stops for a moment, resting on his elbow, turned towards his friend. “Hey, Cas,” he murmurs. His eyes are quiet and waiting, in the dim light. “You know, uh. I really like it when you spend the night with me, you know that?”

Castiel doesn’t know that. Sam’s never said that, not in so many words. It’s just something they’ve been doing. It’s nice to have this time just for themselves, to do things that aren’t related to killing anyone.

“I like spending my nights here, too,” Castiel replies. He means it. “Do you want the light on or off?”

“On is fine, thanks. Night, Cas.”

“Alright.”

He usually says that, as a courtesy, if Castiel doesn’t keep watching TV after he’s gone to sleep. Cas can see just as well in the dark, after all  — he’s not constrained by the visible light spectrum.

Castiel picks up the book by his bedside. Sam lent it to him, after he said he was looking for a novel to read. It’s a quiet activity that passes the time at night, so he can stay beside Sam without bothering his sleep. Sam’s copy is the English version of the novel, translated from Kikuyu by the author himself. If he wanted to, Castiel could easily read the original. Human languages are all more or less one and the same, or so he’s observed for himself. He thinks about the myriad of dead languages Sam can decipher, and the countless living ones he’ll never understand. Maybe it’s about picking his battles. Kikuyu would come in handy less often than Latin or Aramaic in his line of work.

In any case. Castiel hasn’t considered seeking out the original in any serious way. He likes the idea of reading from Sam’s copy, dog-earing the pages along the same creases, seeing which passages he underlined.

Castiel leans back against the headboard. His foot rests somewhere along Sam’s shin.

This is a nice moment. He likes living it.

Almost unnoticeably, the world around Castiel dims.

A blip brings him back. He collects his presence. He checks on Sam sleeping beside him, and the weight of the room. It all feels odd — like he’s just an inch aside from himself.

Just now, Castiel felt as though he was falling backwards, although his body remained upright, solid. Like he was caught over the eyes by shadowy hands and yanked backwards, speeding through sludge, caving into the outline of himself. It reminded him of when he was human, and hadn’t eaten enough.

He’s not human, however. His body can’t get weak from skipping meals. He has no use for food.

To his right, Sam is already asleep. His pretty head is turned towards Castiel, his hair spread on the pillow. Castiel will have to be more careful. Every time, the dimness lasts longer, becomes darker.

Castiel stares at the pages in his hands. “Good night, Sam,” he says.