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Summary: Being smart and graduate college early doesn’t only have good sides. Busy with studies, you have less time to see your boyfriend. So one day you decide to go see him on his university’s campus to make him a surprise. But the surprise is rather he who make you one, because the future employee of Google wearing the significant beanie that Stuart is asks you for help on a problem that is supposed to be his specialty.
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The Nerdy Plan (NSFW)
Summary: Your boyfriend is always on his phone. Never gave you any attention. Never said I love you. It’s time for revenge, making him live what you lived. With the help of your best friend, Neha, you come up with some kind of strategy involving desire, envy, and well… Sex? The nerdy plan officially begins.
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Summary: Stuart isn’t the sport kind of boy. But when you find him working out, you can’t help stare just a bit too much. Sweat running down his body, his tank top showing his torso and his cute little cap flipped upside down on his head… The view is amazing. But why is he doing this? The question still haunts your mind when you decide to join him. Maybe he’ll tell you. But right now, it doesn’t matter. Cause you feel hot, and not just because of the training.
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Party Time ~Stuart Twombly~
Description: Team Lyle returns to the strip club, with a new member of the group, who just so happens to be a friend of Neha, but has met every enough to establish friendships and feelings.
Warnings: Low self esteem, female pronouns, pervert men, drinking, fluff, swearing
Word Count: 1,063
Key: Y/N = your name, Y/E/C = your eye colour
Recently, Y/N had been hanging out with us a lot and to be honest, I was so happy that Neha brought her into the group. I learnt that Y/N wasn't someone that was comfortable with how she looked and the only time when she didn't come out with us, was when we were at the club. But today, Neha had managed to drag her along, literally dragged her to us.
Y/N glared at her friend, then turned to the rest of us and smiled slightly, hugging herself and walked inside with the rest of us.
"Neha, why am I here?" I heard her mumble, leaning in to whisper to her friend.
"Because, you need to get over your image of yourself and have fun!"
"At a strip club?" I chuckled lightly, hearing the tone in her voice and watched Neha walk off.
"It's not that simple to get over, crappy feelings." She mumbled, shaking her head and looked at me, giving a gentle smile.
"Hey." I smiled, rocking back and forth on my feet.
"Hi." she smiled back, still hugging herself.
"Do you want anything to drink?" I asked, gesturing to the bar. She nodded, smiling softly, I took her hand and pushed past everyone in the sea of people. Not letting her go, so she wouldn't get lost between everyone.
"Stuart, no beanie today?" She called out, with a cheeky grin. For whatever reason, I placed a hand on my head, feeling my hair and grimaced embarrassed. She giggled and placed her hands on the counter, I stood next to her and raised my hand, signalling the bartender over.
"What do you want?" I asked her, smiling as I could see the thought on her face and waited for an answer.
"Could I have a raspberry Vodka Cruiser please?" I nodded asking for what she wanted as well as a beer for myself, paid and then handed her the drink.
"How much was that?" She questioned, sipping on the drink reached into her pocket to get some cash out.
"Nothing, it's on me." She hesitated, waited for a few moments before placing the money away and followed me to our spot. She sat down, sipping on the drink and still look uncomfortable in her skin.
The others were off dancing so, it was just myself and Y/N in the little nook.
"Stuart, go have some fun, get turned on by some girl here. I'm not much of a dancer." She took a sip on her drink, waving me away with a gentle smile.
"No." I stated, shaking my head and pulled her up. I placed my beer down, then waited for her to finish her sip before placing the bottle down.
"How about I finish my drink, then dance?" I huffed but nodded and handed her drink back.
"Thank you." She sat back down on the couch, I sighed and picked up my bottle, walked off and danced around with the others. My eyes kept drifting on her and Neha started to notice.
"Stuart, Y/N isn't really a party person. Not all, she'll join when she wants." I sighed, nodding and stopped watching her and continued to dance.
Y/N's POV I had finished my drink and decided to get another, I squeezed past everyone, walked up to the bar with a smile.
"Could I have a raspberry Vodka Cruiser?" I asked the bar tender, holding out my money. He nodded, handed me the bottle and started tending to other customers.
"What's a young thing like you doing here?" I turned around seeing a man, maybe a year of two older than me and looked like trouble.
"Just here with some friends." I stated, nervously biting my lip.
"You wanna ditch them, go to my place."
"I'm sorry, I'm not looking for a one night stand." I mumbled, pushing past him and squeaked as the man grabbed my hand.
"Come on babe, just a little fun."
"Please, I'm not looking for anything." I struggled trying to get out of his grip.
"I don't care how you look, as long as the sex is good. You not pretty anyway." I started panic, struggled to get out of his grip and whimpered quietly as he forced me to come closer. Grinding himself against.
Stuart's POV
I walked back to where Y/N was last sitting, only to see she wasn't there. I began searching for her worry setting in. I looked around for her, searching past everyone and looked towards the bar, seeing if she was waiting there. I heard her voice muffled in with the crappy club music and turned around, seeing a guy holding her and Y/N trying to get out.
"Hey, there you are! I was looking all over for you." I smiled at her, watching the guy release her from his hold. She ran to my side, tears welling up in her eyes as she hid behind me.
"Yeah, just fuck off. I don't need you, there's a lot of hotter chicks here. Don't know what you see in this bitch." I did everything in my power not to lash out at him and just led Y/N outside, I took my jacket off, placing it over her shoulders and brought her into my chest, hugging her tightly.
"He's right you know, I'm not pretty, he said I'm not pretty and he's right."
"No, he's nowhere close to being right. You're gorgeous and you have a heart of gold, these things you think are flaws, aren't. You shouldn't have to care what those assholes think of you, you have so many stunningly beautiful flaws that make my heart flutter." She sniffled, looking up at me with her Y/E/C coloured eyes.
"You really mean that?" She quietly asked.
"Of course I do, you're the prettiest girl in that room, in this whole world." She blushed and rubbed her tears away, looking at me hopefully.
"Can I kiss you?" I quietly asked, leaning in slowly.
"Yes." She whispered, connecting our lips together with a soft, gentle kiss.
"That. Was. Perfect." Y/N whispered, looking flustered and hugged me. "Could I take you out one day?" I questioned, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear.
"I'd like that very, thank you." I sent a wink her way, rubbing her arms and grinning at her happily.
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Author: sumcp
Title: The Choice
Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Y/N
Word Count:3057
Warnings: Kidnapping, betrayal, death threats, mild violence, cursing
Prompt: “That’s not what an apology sounds like.” – Requested by my Ella ( @littlewriterme )
There is going to be 3 parts to this because I have no self control.
A whole 10 hours had dragged by since Theo took you. You weren’t surprised your boyfriend had been right about the tall buff werewolf, after all you have had plenty of time to wrap your head around it when he drug you out of your house, literally. You still couldn’t move, not because of the ropes you were bound in, but because Tracy’s kanima venom made sure you had no option except to watch Theo and his B team move around the Dread Doctors lab in front of you. Tracy was shooting you tiny smirks every so often, which you were returning with a hard stare. You had enough of looking at the kanima hybrid and your hard stare moved to Theo as every episode of Dexter ran through your mind. I’m the sheriff’s son’s girlfriend, I could totally get away with murder… right?
“You can quit glaring a hole in my head, I’ll let you go soon enough princess.” Theo mused from the other side of the room, and you chuckled.
“Oh I don’t know, this creepy lair is kind of growing on me. Not very unique for a supervillain such as yourself, but I guess it’ll do right?” Your eyes darted around the room with boredom before you rested your head against the wall with a deep sigh. You heard the shuffling of feet and your eyes opened in enough time to see Theo crouching down in front of you. His smile was playful, but you could see the malice twinkling in his eyes.
“You have been spending too much time with Stiles, and that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble princess.” He smiled sweetly, but you knew it was more of a threat than an observation. You didn’t have it in you to cower from him, a small smirk making its way onto your face.
“Do you really think I’m scared of you Theo?” You leaned up as far as you could with the venom still coursing through your body, “You and your second string pack are about as threatening as a box full of kittens.” Tracy let the book she was holding slam onto the table as she whipped her body around to you. You watched as the kanima started toward you but she stopped when Theo held up his hand, but you still heard a hiss from her direction.
“You’re really not scared of me are you?” You could hear the curiosity in Theo’s voice, a tight lipped smile replaced the sweet one he held before, and you laughed again. Sure it wasn’t the best idea to taunt your kidnapper, but you couldn’t stop. You felt tears forming in your eyes making it harder to catch your breath. You were pulled out of your laughing fest when Theo growled at you, and you smiled.
“I–I’m sorry. That was just.. too funny.” A content sigh left your lips before you stared directly into the chimera’s eyes. “Theo I have faced a deranged Alpha, Gerard Argent and a kanima, an alpha pack, a darach, a thousand year old psycho fox, professional assassins, Kate Argent and Peter Hale again.. so to answer your question, no I’m not afraid of you or the offbrand dream team you created.” You raised your eyebrows challengingly, waiting for him to threaten you but nothing came. His smile seemed to grow, and you narrowed your eyes at him.
“You’re right, I might not be in your top 10 of supervillains but I know the one thing you are scared of Y/N.” You glared at him, but he didn’t give you the opportunity to ask before he leaned in and whispered your deepest fear, the one that kept you up at night. “Losing Stiles.” He leaned back on the balls of his feet, watching your jaw clench as you struggled against the rope tying you to the pillar. It was his turn to laugh as he observed your rage.
“Is this what gets you hard Theo, kidnapping and empty threats? You want me to be scared of you? You want me to fear the big bad chimera?” Your mouth was like the Sahara Desert but you managed to gather enough saliva and spat it directly in his face. “Fuck you Raeken.”
You didn’t have time to think of the consequences of your actions, but you certainly felt them. Your head was snapped to the side faster than lightening as Theo’s palm connected to your cheek. You closed your eyes, the pain resonating across your face. The slap took you by surprise, knocking the breath out of you, and he just watched as you struggled. You tried to will yourself to breathe, but you couldn’t make your lungs work. You were finally able to take a shaky breath, keeping your eyes closed as you listened to your heartbeat pound in your ears. Theo grabbed your cheek with the same hand that left you breathless, turning your face so you could look at him. You opened your eyes weakly, any movement on your face felt like pins and needles.
“I didn’t wanna have to hurt you princess, but I need you to understand something okay?” He spoke to you like a child who couldn’t follow instructions, and he was partly right. You didn’t give him any inkling of backing down as you struggled against his hold, and he shook his head lightly. “You are too stubborn for you own good, do you know that?”
“I’ve been told.” You stated, your jaw still clenched in Theo’s grip.
“I like you Y/N. I really do. Your loyalty to Scott and his pack, to Stiles, it’s is the exact reason I chose you.” He let go of your jaw to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, but you quickly moved your head making his hand fall to your neck. It rested there, his thumb soothing over your pulse point and you couldn’t stop the shiver that made its way down your spine.
“Is this the part where you tell me your master plan, where you reveal everything in an anti-climatic way? I don’t give a shit, I didn’t sign up for your under rated horror movie. The way I see it, you either let me go or kill me, at this point I don’t even care.”
“I can’t do that Y/N, you’re the main character in my movie. You’re the villain princess, you’re going to dismantle the pack from the inside out. Starting with Stiles.” You laughed again, more hysterically than before. Theo’s unwavering smirk burned into your brain, and you were sure to see it for years to come, always reminding you of what true evil looked like.
“Fuck you Theo.” You repeated again. You clenched your jaw despite the pain, determination set in your eyes. “Over my dead body will I ever help you.”
“That can be arranged princess, only it won’t be your dead body, it will be Stiles.” Your blood ran cold as the threat didn’t seem so empty this time. You watched him stand up, causing you to look at him through your lashes. Your gaze followed him as he grabbed a chair and placed it in front of you before taking a seat. You struggled against the ropes, able to move your fingers at this point, but it wasn’t enough. You knew even if you did manage to get free, you were no match for him and Tracy. The only one in his little breakfast club you could take would be Corey, and that would require you actually being able to see him. You didn’t care though, you continued to struggle as Theo watched.
“You can’t hurt him. Scott won’t ever let anything happen to Stiles.” You knew that was true, but you also knew that Stiles would risk his life for you. If Theo lured him here, told him to not tell Scott or he would kill me, Stiles would come in an instant. It was the kind of blind love we shared, our reckless, stupid, and downright insane feelings for each other clouded every bit of rationality.
“Oh what you have missed in the last 11 hours Y/N. Scott isn’t talking to Stiles anymore, he’s all alone, and you are about to break his heart even more, because you are going to be with me when we tell him exactly what happened to his dad.” Your eyes went wide, worry flooding through your body over the man that has been like a father to you ever since your own died 11 years ago.
“What did you do to him you son of a bitch.” You were past the point of fear, it was turning into blind rage as you stared into Theo’s cold eyes. You heard the ringing of a phone as it filled the room, and Theo held up his hand to silence you. He pulled the phone out of his pocket, smiling when he saw who it was.
“Stiles?” Theo put a finger to his lips, giving you his best pretty little liars impersonation by shushing you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to yell for Stiles, but you were too wrapped up in your thoughts of Noah being hurt. You would do anything for Stiles or his father, and if that meant staying quiet, so be it. Your lack of werewolfism shown when you couldn’t catch a single word from the other end of the line. I just wanna hear his voice, if I hear his voice, I can die happy. ”No I haven’t seen her, mmhm. Yeah I’ll come get you. See you in 10.” He ended the call, giving me a sympathetic smile. “That was Stiles.. He’s awfully worried about you. It’s kind of sweet, in a disgusting way. He really loves you, you know.”
“What do you know about love? You killed your own sister for your selfish needs. You’re a monster Theo. Monsters don’t feel, they only hurt people. Good people. You are worthless excuse for a person.” There was no smugness in your voice, no taunting, no sense of humor. You watched his facial expression change as he stood from the chair. You watched him flick his claws out and you knew you must have pushed him too far, but you weren’t scared. You have came face to face with death too many times over the past two years to worry. You prepared for the slash, praying for Noah to be okay, for the pack to come out unscathed, and for Stiles to move on, to find someone else he could love, but the ending never came. Instead of your throat, Theo slashed the ropes holding you and you looked at him with wide eyes as he crouched in front of you again.
“You’re right princess, I am a monster.” You didn’t flinch as he ran his fingers over your now bruised cheek, cupping it in his hands. “I’m going to make this as simple as possible, even for someone as stubborn as you. You either help me, or I will let the Sheriff die.” You visibly tensed, and Theo’s voice turned even more deadly. “Then I will bring Stiles down here, sit him in that chair, and slit his throat in front of you and I’ll let you walk out of here so you can live everyday for the rest of your life knowing you could have saved him but you chose to be the hero.” You didn’t have to be a werewolf to know if he was bluffing or not, you knew there was no fluctuation in his heart beat as he threatened the two men that meant the world to you.
“Why are you doing this?“ Your words came out barely above a whisper, but you knew he wouldn’t have a problem hearing you.
“So what is it gonna be princess, which character are you?” He ignored your question, his gaze burning into yours. You thought back to your favorite movies, bits and pieces playing through your head. The wicked witch of the west, the evil stepmother, the sea witch, the joker; you always sided with them. It wasn’t because you believed in their cause, or the way they did things, but because they were so smart. So Meticulous. They were willing to risk everything for what they believed in, right or wrong. Evil didn’t always have a black cape, a witches broom, or a scary mask, sometimes they looked like ordinary people. You were heartbroken, because you knew what you had to do. Theo gave you no choice, you took a deep breath before connecting your eyes back to his.
“The villain.”
You sat silently in Theo’s truck playing with the hem of Stiles’s lacrosse hoodie, going over the heartbreaking plan in your head. You felt Theo’s eyes drift to you every so often but you didn’t bother looking at him. You kept thinking about what you were fixing to do, and after everything’s said and done if Stiles would understand.
“You’re not having second thoughts are you princess?” Theo taunted from behind the wheel as he pulled onto the road heading straight for the animal clinic. You felt sick, and you knew you were fixing to do something pretty awful when you had to work so hard to justify it. The more demanding the reparations your subconscious required, the worse you knew it was.
“Fuck you..” You whispered again as a silent tear fell down your cheek. He knew you would stick to the plan because it would save Stiles life, he just wanted the satisfaction of knowing he was causing such heartache. You raised your head when he pulled into the parking lot of the clinic and his eyes landed on the gorgeous mole-faced boy. Seeing him pacing back and forth, his forehead creased in worry, you felt it. The guilt didn’t sit on your chest, it wracked your entire brain.
“Show time.” Theo sang, a permanent smirk on his face. You watched as he hopped out of the truck, you staying carefully hidden behind his tinted windows and nightfall. Stiles didn’t see you, but you could hear every bit of their conversation.
“I’m sorry I got here as fast as I could.” You felt your stomach flip over Theo’s perfect acting.
“We gotta go. Now. Parrish’s got the bodies. And we have to find Y/N, she isn’t answer her phone, I can’t find her anywhere… God I don’t know if something’s happened to her or– or–” Stiles stammered as he made his way to the passenger side door of Theo’s truck.
“Stiles wait–”
“Did you not hear me? Parrish has the bodies. We gotta tell Scott.” Stiles jerked the passenger side door open as his next sentence fell short. “We have to find..” You sat quietly in the seat, a grim smile on your face as Stiles stared at you. “Y/N?”
“Stiles!” Theo yelled, directing his attention away from you. You took the opportunity to get out of the car, slamming the door without a word. You walked past Stiles who had a confused look on his face to stand beside Theo. You put on your best smile even though you were dying inside. “I don’t think Scott wants to talk to you right now.”
“Yeah thanks, I’m aware of that. It doesn’t matter, he needs to know about this.” His eyes moved directly to you, and your breath caught in your throat. “And where the hell have you been? I have been going out of my fucking mind all day.. I thought something happened to you. What’s going on Y/N..” Stiles’s eyes darted from you to Theo, and you slowly felt your heart chipping away.
“We didn’t wanna tell you this way Stiles, but..” Theo trailed off as he intertwined his hand with yours. The look on Stiles’s face confirmed your deepest fear. He was never going to forgive you. His gaze burned into your and Theo’s hands, and you were glad he wasn’t a wolf. You might be able to fake your facial expressions, but there was no hiding the emotions wafting from you. Anger, Heartbreak, guilt, it was enough to drown in.
“Y/N.. Y/N look at me.” You let your eyes connect with his and you noticed the tears prickling at the edges. You took a deep breath, pulling Theo closer to you for some kind of sick stability. “Tell me this isn’t happening. Tell me this is some sick joke.. How..”
“I didn’t want you to find out like this Stiles, and I didn’t want for things to end this way.. I–” You were impressed with the steadiness of your voice but it didn’t stop the bitter aftertaste of your words.
“That’s not what an apology sounds like.” Stiles jaw was clenched as he cut you off, the knuckles on his fist turning a ghostly shade of white.
“As much fun as this is, I think we overstayed our welcome princess. Besides, Stiles has bigger things to worry about.. Like his dad.” Theo held up Stiles’s library card and his eyes went wide. “Your dad was looking for you Stiles, but he found me instead.”
“Where is he?”
“I covered for you, this was taken care of if Melissa didn’t find it at the hospital.. I guess even the son of a cop can make mistakes.” Theo chuckled as he shook his head, flipping the card to the ground out of annoyance.
“Did you hurt him?” Stiles came face to face with Theo and he just smiled. You felt the bile rise up your throat, but you choked it down. You pulled Theo to your side, giving a laugh the wicked witch of the west would applaud.
“No… We did.” You smiled sweetly to your boyfriend, watching his normal honey eyes fade to blackness. Staring at his face filled with betrayal, shock, heartbreak, you couldn’t help but realize you played the villain all too well.
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with a hint of sin || stuart twombly (smut)
word count: 8,643
warnings: smut, fingering, oral (both receiving), orgasm denial, squirting, unprotected sex
author’s note: happy stu week everyone! this is for mine and @sarcasticallystilinski‘s stuart twombly week! hope you enjoy this smut as much as i enjoyed writing it! the usual special than you to my #HERCPAL @thelittlestkitsune for helping me out with a few things! also, sorry if there is any errors, it’s past midnight and i’m barely keeping my eyes open right now.
pairing: stuart twombly / reader
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The first thing Y/N saw when she walked into the room was the living room that had come along with the big house Stuart had rented for their honeymoon, much to his wife’s surprise. The room had a large white couch right in the middle, a coffee table parallel of it, and some living room chairs on the sides. The newly married woman smiled softly as she looked around the dimly lit room, she set her heels on the floor by the door, her feet sore from being in heels for twelve hours. She could see that the house got bigger the more she ventured into it. A big kitchen was located to her left, an island in the middle with lots of counter space. On her right was a door that she assumed would be their bedroom for the three weeks they would be there.
A pair of arms wrapped around her waist after the sound of their suitcases being set on the hardwood floor was heard from behind her. “What do you think?” The voice of her husband whispered into her ear, his raspy voice sending a shiver down her spine.
“I think,” She turned in his arms and faced the man with thick black framed glasses, her hands rubbing up and down his chest. “I love it.” Stuart grinned widely and leaned down, capturing her lips with his as he put his hands on her waist. Y/N pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him. “Although, I also think it’s really expensive, Stuart. You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble. I would’ve been just as happy staying at home with you.”
Stuart shook his head and kissed her nose causing her face to slightly scrunch up. “I know, but you’re my wife now. You deserve the best, I wanted to do this for you.”
“How can I ever repay you?” She smirked, already knowing what his answer would be. His hands trailed over the curve of her ass, setting on the back of her thighs. He lifted her up, her silky legs wrapping around his waist, her hands on his shoulders. Y/N giggled against her husband’s lips as he carried her through the house, seemingly already knowing where he was going.
“I can think of a few ways.” Stuart mumbled as he pushed the patio door open. She looked around, realizing where they were. The pool in the center of the patio was illuminated by the lights underneath the water. He set her feet back on the ground and watched her walk over to the pool. Suddenly, a sinful idea popped into her head and she had to bite back her smile. Her hands pushed her hair to her shoulder and away from the zipper located at the back of her dress. She could feel Stuart watching her every move as she pulled the zipper down, revealing her bare back because a bra just didn’t go with the dress she’d put on before their flight to Costa Rica.
The dress was completely unzipped as she pulled the straps off her shoulders and let the fabric fall to the floor around her feet. Her body bare except the black thong she was wearing. She glanced at Stuart, not at all surprised to see his jaw practically on the floor and a bulge in his dress pants. She walked towards the steps that led into the pool and walked down them, her tits bouncing slightly with each step she took. Within seconds, she was fully submerged in the cool, refreshing water.
Her eyes trailed over every inch of the man in front of her, waiting to see what his move would be. “Are you coming in, baby?” She smirked up at him, her voice seductive.
Stuart moaned, looking up at the sky to silently thank the unseen force gave him Y/N. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders before toeing off his shoes. He pushed his pants and boxers down his waist, stepping out of them, and jumped into the pool, swimming over to his wife. Her back was turned to him and he pulled her into his body, his cock hard against her ass. His soft lips started placing kisses on her heated skin, her head falling back against his shoulder. His lips went to her exposed neck, sucking harshly, the soft moans of his name not helping his throbbing cock in the slightest. Stuart’s fingers hooked in the waistband of her thong and pulled it down her legs, letting them drop to the bottom of the pool. He thrusted his fingers into her warm pussy, a breathy moan falling from her lips. He growled lowly upon feeling just how soaked she was.
“You’re so wet, baby.” His nose nudged against the shell of her ear, his tongue peeking out to lick her skin. “And I know it’s not from the pool, is it?”
Y/N whimpered and grabbed his free hand, setting it on her breast. He rolled her hardened nipple between his calloused fingers. “No, Stuart. It’s all because of you.”
She focused on Stuart’s skilled fingers, the way they filled her up and reached places she could never reach on her own. He somehow managed to be the only man who knew how to touch her the right way, push over the edge the right way. His lips continued grazing the shell of her as he did what Y/N called, ‘sweet talk with a hint of sin’. His thumb circled her clit slowly, teasing her like he always did. He pumped his fingers into her at the same slow pace he was doing on her clit. She brought her hand to the back of his head, pulling at his hair as she felt the warm coil in her stomach that she knew was going to snap soon. Her mouth fell open after his pace picked up, showing no mercy as he fucked his fingers into her while he rubbed her clit aggressively. She let out the beautiful sounds he loved to hear come from her, his heart swelled at the thought that those were the sounds he’d be hearing for the rest of his life.
Her fingers wrapped around the hand that had been tugging at her nipples. He could feel that she was on the edge by how she continued to clench around his fingers. Stuart smirked, pulling his fingers from her cunt and taking his hand away from her breast, a plan forming in his head. Her body screamed at the lack of touch.
Y/N turned toward him, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. “What the fuck, Stuart? I was so close!” Her fingers played in the patch of hair on his chest as she pouted. He cupped her jaw, his lips planting kisses on her shoulder.
“Not yet, princess. You cum when I say so.” Y/N rubbed her thighs together, needing some friction to quell the release her body yearned for. “Am I understood?” He growled, his hands on her back.
Putting her lips next to his ear, she mumbled, “Yes, daddy.” Stuart snapped and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around her waist as their lips crashed and he slammed her against the wall. He licked into her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny he’d memorized over the time they’d been together.
“You don’t know what you just did.” He mumbled.
“I think I have an idea.” She moaned as his cock hardened against her core. Y/N couldn’t begin to explain how much she loved when Stuart was like this. She loved when he was rough and demanding, giving her four back to back orgasms, only to wake up a few hours later and continue their night.
“Bedroom?” He asked between kisses. Y/N panted as she nodded. Stuart carried her out of the pool, their clothes completely forgotten about out on the patio. They continued sharing heated kisses, their touches hot and eager. The entrance to their room was fortunately, accessible through the patio. When they walked into the room, Stuart pushed his wife onto the bed, crawling over her body. He tugged her bottom lip between his teeth, the lust filled eyes behind the thick framed glasses looking deep into hers. She let out a loud moan when he started to grind his pulsing erection against her bare pussy.
“Is it going to be like this all night?” She sighed while Stuart licked the valley of her breasts, nipping at the skin underneath them.
Stuart groaned when her nails dug into his shoulders. “Like what, princess?”
“The teasing. Are you going to tease me all night?” She arched into his mouth as he took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. He hummed a ‘yes’ against her skin. “Great.” She mumbled sarcastically. One of the things Stuart liked about her was her sarcasm and it only got worse now that she was with him, but we wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Solo esperas por lo que te hago, nena.”
“Just you wait for what I do to you, baby.”
Y/N shivered at his words, her arousal dripping down her thigh. As much as she was turned on by the discovery he spoke Spanish, she was also surprised. She looked down to see that Stuart was smirking at her because he knew just how it affected her. “Since when do you speak Spanish?”
“I picked up a few phrases for the trip and then some just for you.” He kissed her lips.
“I am so in love with you.” She whispered and pushed him onto the bed so she was on top. This time, she was the one leaving kisses down his neck, his strong chest and slightly defined abs until she got to the patch of hair around his belly button. His cock was against his stomach and it looked painfully hard. “¿Qué quieres que te haga?”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
Y/N grinned when she saw his cock twitch at her words. Stuart sat against the headboard, watching her begin to pump him slowly. “I want you to suck my cock.” He told her. Y/N hummed and rubbed her finger over the head, spreading the pre-cum that was coming from the slit. She kept her eyes on his as she leaned forward and licked up the vein on the underside of his cock. Stuart groaned softly watching her kitten lick his tip before sucking at it slowly.
“Come on, princess, I know you can do more than that.” He encouraged her. “I don't like being teased.”
“Mm, sorry, babe. I like teasing.” She shrugged, biting her lip seductively as she shamelessly trailed her eyes over his body all while continuing to pump him slowly.
Stuart threw his head head back against the headboard. “Fuck, you're so sexy. I'm so glad I married you.”
She brought his tip back to her mouth, sucking slowly as she did earlier. Her tongue swirled around him, collecting every drop of pre-cum she could, desperate for the salty taste she loved so much. Taking him in her mouth more and more, she'd pull him out as she inched down, her teeth grazing over him and making him shudder. His fingers scrunched up the white comforter on the bed, hips rising off the bed because he was eager to start tapping the back of her throat. Y/N moaned around him, sending the vibrations through his body so she could build up his orgasm.
He brought his large hand to the back of her head and started guiding her bobbing at a faster pace, fucking her mouth. Y/N moaned around him, the vibrations of her moan pushing him closer to the edge. Her hand came down to roll his balls in her palm, only fueling his need to reach his high. Stuart wasn't a virgin before Y/N, he'd had sex a few times, but he'd never been with a girl at all like his wife. Whereas most girls weren't always experienced or even decent in the blowjob department, she was the other way around. She knew how to knock Stuart off his feet, making him come harder than he knew he could. Her innocent exterior threw him off at first, but once they'd gotten together for the first time, he knew that there was no going back.
His cock twitched in her mouth as she continued to moan around him, knowing the sounds made him think sinfully. Stuart’s hips bucked up again, shoving himself further into her throat. “I'm gonna cum.” He murmured, a guttural groan coming from his throat when she licked at the vein on his cock once again.
“Come on, baby.” She said. “I want you to cum in my mouth. Give me what I want, Stewie.” Her words were his undoing. Stuart’s eyes squeezed shut, his mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape as he let out silent moans. Hot spurts of cum rushed down her throat, releasing the built up pleasure where she wanted him to. His body trembled slightly as he rode out his high. Y/N pulled her mouth off of him, kissing above his bellybutton and crawling up his body. She grinded her bare pussy against his leg, the wet spot of arousal on his skin.
Stuart opened his eyes and smiled lazily at the woman he loved. “You are an amazing woman.” He told her.
She smiled bashfully, her cheeks heating up at his compliment. “I know.” She shrugged. She leaned down and kissed her husband, the taste of his release still on her lips as they shared their passionate kiss.
“I want to try something.” His shaky fingers pushed a strand of wavy hair behind her ear. Her lips were still slightly pursed as he pulled away, she expected the kiss to last longer.
Her eyebrows furrowed and she tilted her head to the side, dancing her fingers across his chest. “What do you want to try?”
His lust filled whiskey eyes briefly looked into hers. “How do you feel about riding my face?” He cocked a brow, running his hands up her naked thighs.
Y/N sucked in a breath at the thought. She'd never rode his face before, but it was something she dreamed of doing with him. She never asked because she didn't know if he would be comfortable with it, now that it was clear he wanted to, she jumped at the opportunity. “Oh god, yes.”
“Great! Now get up here, baby.” He smirked and laid back on the bed completely, watching her to shuffle up his body, her core right above his face. He mumbled a small ‘fuck’ as he saw the arousal drip down her thighs. “I love that I'm able to do this do you. Make you so wet to the point you're dripping.”
“Well you're the only one who can do it.” She moaned when he blew cold air onto her soaked pussy. Stuart's arms wrapped around her thighs, quickly pulling her lower half down to his mouth. His tongue immediately working through her folds, collecting every drop of her that he could. Y/N’s head rolled back as her her hands gripped the headboard to keep herself stable. Her knuckles turned white at the grip she had on the wooden frame while Stuart began sucking her clit into his mouth.
Stuart kept his eyes on the woman above him. The new angle driving him crazy. His vision was fogged up, the moisture between her thighs clouding up his glasses. He plunged his fingers into her entrance, a scream ripping from her throat. She felt his smirk against her thigh, her right hand going to his messy brown hair, her fingernails scratching at his scalp.
She moaned, rocking her hips against his face. “Y-You know, I've always wanted to r-ride your face.” She stuttered, her chest heaving up and down.
“Oh yeah?” He pulled his mouth from her cunt, thrusting his fingers in and out, curling up to rub her g-spot.
Y/N hummed in response. “When you're at work and I'm at home, oh god.” She panted, her grip on his locks tighter than before. Stuart moaned at the tugging. “I get myself off to the thought of riding your face.”
The man beneath her growled at her breathy words. “I swear you get sexier every time you talk like that.” He went back to her clit, sucking aggressively. Her hips jolting with each suck on the bundle of nerves. His fingers rubbed her g-spot repeatedly, not showing any mercy. Whines escaped her parted lips as her stomach tightened and her orgasm approached her. Her toes curled, her knuckles tightened on the headboard.
“Stuart, I-I’m there.” Her body burned as he pulled away and stopped all movements. She fell onto the bed beside him, her eyebrows furrowed in anger. “Are you fucking kidding me? You got to cum, why can't I?”
Stuart smirked, his mouth shining with her arousal. “Be patient, baby.” He kissed her briefly, her taste still on his lips. “Don't touch yourself.” He got off the bed, walking out of the room, with Y/N still on the bed, her body aching for a release. She squirmed on the bed and tried not to bring her hands down to her pussy and get herself off.
He walked back in with a box, covered in blue wrapping paper. Stuart smiled as he got on the bed and handed her the box. “Should I be scared?” Y/N asked, looking to Stuart.
“No. Just open it.” She did as said and tore the colored paper off the box and looked at the gift, giggling when she saw what it was. A box of thirty six condoms. “Are you serious right now?”
“Well, I figure a lot of our time will be spent in the bedroom, I wanted us to be prepared.” He smiled, kissing her shoulder, rubbing the sensitive skin of her thighs as she opened the box and pulled out a condom.
Stuart crawled on top of her, his hard cock rubbing at her clit. Y/N’s back arched at the sensitive touch as he took the condom from her hand and tore the foil packet open with his teeth. He pumped his cock before rolling the rubber onto rock hard erection. He watched his wife squirm underneath him, eager for him to finally fill her. He teased her entrance, his lust filled eyes boring into hers.
“Are you gonna- oh my god!” Stuart slammed inside of her, not giving her a chance to adjust to his large size. He set a bruising pace, her walls already clenching around him. She screamed as he immediately found her g-spot, tapping with each touch. Her walls throbbed around him, squeezing and snapping the coil in her stomach, her release coating his cock.
He let out a moan, watching her face scrunch up in pure euphoria. “Damn, already, baby?” He chuckled.
Her body shook, her toes curled while she scrunched the sheets up in her hands. “I was already close.” She mumbled as he continued thrusting into her tight pussy. Their ears filled with the sound of slapping wet skin, Y/N’s breathy screams, and Stuart's groans of pleasure.
“Go faster. Harder. I want more.”
Stuart growled and continued slamming into her, his cock burying to the hilt inside of her, only to pull out to the tip and shove himself back in without warning. His swollen, red lips latched onto her nipple, his long fingers reaching to rub furiously at her engorged clit. His teeth tugged at the perky bud, sucking and licking as he pleased. The loud screams coming from the woman underneath him fueled his desire for her, wanting nothing more than to fuck her over and over again until she was begging him to stop.
Y/N loved that Stuart was such a sweetheart when it came to her. She loved that he would grab her by the waist and peck her cheek while his stubble scratched at her skin. She loved that he kissed the back of her hand when their fingers were intertwined and they walked through the mall or the park together. She loved his big hugs, his constant need to tell her that she looked beautiful when she wore stained sweatpants, that he would ask her to cuddle after a long day at work. She loved everything about him. She even adored that he was a sarcastic asshole. She thought it was cute because she knew just how sweet he really was.
But what she really loved was when he dominated her in bed. When he was rough and aggressive. She loved waking up the next morning to see finger shaped bruises on her hips and the love bites on her torso and chest. When she walked behind him when he was brushing his teeth in the mornings and he didn't wear a shirt, she always grinned when she saw the long, red scratches she left on his mole scattered back. Her fingers would always trace them, asking him if they hurt. If she hurt him.
“No, baby.” He chuckled.
“Are you sure I didn't hurt you? I mean, they look painful.”
“Not at all. I should be asking you the same thing.” His fingers on the bruises he'd left the night before.
Y/N blushed at the marks. “It's sore, but I like them. People may not be able to see them, but it's showing that I'm yours.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into her.
“And those scratches on my back? They show everyone that I'm yours and only yours.” He pecks her nose.
“Damn straight.” They chuckle and walk to the kitchen to make breakfast that would end in a mess on the counter because Stuart couldn't resist throwing flour at her. But then that would only lead to a steamy shower.
Stuart’s movements began to get sloppy, his cock twitching inside of her clenching walls. He stopped thrusting all together, waiting for his high to settle down and her high to simmer. “Come on! That's getting old.” She frowned as her climax was ripped from her for the third time that night.
“Patience, baby girl.” He thrusted slowly, keeping the pace. Y/N’s hips bucked off the bed, wanting the tempo to change. Stuart's strong hand held her down on the bed.
“Please, let me cum. I want to cum again.” Stuart kissed below her ear, ignoring her words until she spoke again. “Daddy, please let me cum. Let me cum all over your cock.”
Stuart flipped their bodies so she was on top. “Go on, ride me.” He told her, his cock still inside of her. Y/N smirked and out her small hands on his strong shoulders, his hands on her hips, helping her bounce up and down on him. Their skin slapped together as Stuart watched his dick slide out of her, covered in her warm juices only to slide back inside and have her roll her hips against his.
Y/N nearly came watching him watch their bodies meet. His face twisted in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth parted slightly. His hands came up to her tits, thumbs running over the hardened buds as she bounced on him. “You like watching me ride you, don't you, daddy? You like seeing my tits bounce and your dick covered in my juices. You're so sexy.” She mewled, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she came, her nails digging into his shoulders. Stuart flipped them over, she was on her back again.
His cock slipped out of her and he slammed back inside, Y/N screaming as he did. “No, no! I-I can't! Daddy, I'm too sensitive!”
Stuart kept his fast pace, his speed godlike. Y/N had never seen her husband as rough as he was in that moment. He was completely drunk on lust, on her. “Yes, you can, baby. One more, okay? Trust me, you'll love what happens.” He grunted, fingers rubbing on her clit again. His thrusts didn't falter until she came again. This time, harder than she ever had before. Her body arched off the bed, her fingernails scratching down his back and he was pretty sure she drew blood, but it didn't matter because she gushed all over him, the clear liquid drenching his abdomen and the sheets. His hot spurts of cum filled the condom to the brim as he threw his head back, cumming hard.
Y/N’s vision filled with black dots, her body shook. She was more than positive that she has blacked out for a few moments. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to recover from the best orgasm she'd ever had. Whimpers fell from her mouth, her body sensitive to any touch. Stuart pulled out slowly and watched his wife continue trembling, the wet spot visible on the sheets. He got off the bed and took off the condom, tying it off and walking to the huge bathroom connected to their room to throw it away. He grabbed a washcloth from the rack of towels and soaked it in warm water. Stuart walked back to the room and saw that she was still recovering.
“Baby? Are you okay?” He asked, worried that it was too much for her.
“Yeah, I'm amazing. I didn't know I could do that.” She opened her eyes, looking at him as he cleaned up the mess between her legs.
“Well, now we know you can. Did you like it?” He dropped the washcloth in a hamper and laid in bed with his wife, pulling the blankets on to their bodies.
Y/N nodded, her skin still hot. Stuart took off his glasses and set them on the bedside table next to the box of condoms. “I loved it. How did you learn how to do that?”
Stuart chuckled. “Before I met you, I used to watch a lot of porn. And I always thought it was hot when the girl squirted.”
“Was it hot when I squirted?” She looked up at him, her fingers playing in the patch of hair around his belly button.
“It was beyond hot. Fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen.” He groaned, thinking back to the moment. “You can bet your cute little ass I'm going to make you do it again sometime.”
Y/N hummed happily, kissing Stuart's jawline. “Good. I'm looking forward to it.”
“God, I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you, too,” She licked his earlobe. “daddy.”
“None of that. I won't be able to control myself.” He warned her. She chuckled and agreed.
“Let's just go to sleep, I'm exhausted.” She kissed his chest and snuggled closer into his, shutting her eyes and falling into a peaceful slumber. “Goodnight, Stuart.”
“Goodnight, my love.”
Y/N was the first to wake up the next morning. She woke up to the sunlight coming in through the patio door they left open last night. She didn't really care because she knew that there was no one around for miles and they couldn’t possibly be bothered by anyone. Stuart's arm was wrapped loosely around her waist, her head resting on his chest while her hand rested on his abdomen. She looked up at him to see that his lips were slightly parted, tiny snores coming from him. His eyelashes rested on his high cheekbones, his hair a mess on top of his head.
She smiled as she stared at the man she'd married the day before. An idea popped in her head, she kissed his jaw and unwrapped his arm from her waist, rolling out of the king size bed. It was only when she realized how sore her body was that the memories of last night flooded back in her head. It felt like she relived every touch and every kiss as she remembered last night's events. She could feel his fingers on her body, his kisses around her breasts, the lovebites he’d sucked onto her skin. Y/N walked out of the bedroom after taking one last glance at Stuart to make sure he was still sleeping. He'd changed his position, he was now cuddling the pillow she'd slept on and a sleepy smile was on his lips, but he was still asleep.
She'd gotten to the living room and opened their suitcases, grabbing a pair of underwear and slipping them on. She grabbed one of Stuart's t-shirts and put it on, the hem of the shirt coming down to her mid thigh. Before doing anything else, she walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth. After that, she wandered into the kitchen and thought of what she wanted to make breakfast. She opened up the cabinets and fridge to make sure the ingredients she would need were there and they were. Stuart had made sure that the fridge would be stocked up while they were there. He'd bought all kinds of fruit, eggs, bacon, stuff to make waffles or pancakes, muffins, various types of juices, and some coffee.
She grabbed all the food she thought was necessary for their breakfast and set it on the counter, locating the pans and dishes in the cabinets, getting to work on the food. First, she made blueberry pancakes because she knew how much he loved it when she made them. While she made the pancakes, she cooked bacon and eggs, chopped up some fruit and put it on a platter plate. Y/N also knew that Stuart loved orange juice, so she made sure to put the pitcher of orange juice out on the table along with all the food she'd prepared.
Stuart woke up to an empty bed, his eyes squinting as the bright sun filled his vision. He smiled sleepily when he looked at the silver band on his left hand. His nose filled with the smell he fell in love with. Y/N’s blueberry pancakes. He grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and put them on his face, he pushed the sheets off of his waist, walking to the living room to grab a pair of boxers out of his suitcase. He walked into the kitchen, Y/N’s back turned towards him as she stayed by the stove, watching the pancakes cook to a golden color on one side before flipping them so they'd cook on the other side. Looking at the round, two person table in the corner, Stuart grinned at all the food she made. His heart burned with happiness thinking of how much time she spent making breakfast look this perfect.
He took notice of what she was wearing. One of his shirts that fell to the middle of her thigh. Her legs looked unbelievably smooth from where he was standing. From all the touches last night, he could tell you that her skin felt how it looked. He walked over to his wife, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind, hands going under her shirt and rubbing her belly. The soft, pink lips of his scattered kisses below her ear, his teeth grazing her skin as he moved his lips to her neck. His fingers pushed the fabric on her shoulder to the side so he could plant wet, open mouthed kisses on her skin. She hummed contently as her head rolled back against his shoulder.
She could feel his smile against his skin before his raspy voice spoke for the first time that morning. “Good morning, wife.”
Y/N chuckled and turned her head towards him, giving him multiple pecks on the lips. “Good morning, husband. I made you pancakes.” She flipped the pancake while he rested his chin on her shoulder, watching her cook.
“They look delicious, baby.” He kissed her ear and walked over to the island counter, grabbing a piece of cubed watermelon from the cutting board next to the sink and throwing the juicy fruit into his mouth. He hopped on the counter, his eyes on her while she turned the stove off and put the last couple pancakes on a plate, placing it next to Stuart's orange juice.
“There ya go! It's all finished, so you can eat now.” She smiled as he hopped off the counter and kissed her temple before sitting down in the chair at the table.
“What about you? Aren't you going to eat?” He asked.
Y/N nodded. “Yeah, let me just clean up a little bit.” She began to walk over to the sink, but Stuart's arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her into his body. She giggled as he set her on his leg.
“No, eat with me. We’ll clean everything up after we eat and then we can shower.” He grabbed a piece of bacon and took a bite.
“Sounds good. What did you have planned for today?” She picked at the fruit in the bowl on the table.
Stuart grinned and rubbed the skin on her thighs. “So first, we’ll get cleaned up because frankly, my love, you still smell like sex.” He chuckled when Y/N nudged him with her elbow and rolled her eyes. “And then, we'll pack a lunch and go down to the beach. We can play in the water or sit in the sand, I don't care. When we come back here, we can make dinner and then do whatever you want to do.”
Y/N smiled and turned to straddle him in the chair. She grabbed his face and kissed his sweet lips, grinding against his dick. The only thing separating them was the fabric of their underwear. His hands went to her waist, pulling her closer into him. He wanted to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away from him, smirking against his lips.
“I'm going to clean the kitchen.” She pecked the corner of his mouth and pulled away, walking towards the sink. As she walked away, he slapped her on the ass, laughing when she squealed in surprise.
She looked back at him, glaring at him. He blew her kiss and gave her a wink. “Love you, baby.”
Once the two ate, they walked to the huge bathroom and turned on the shower. The room immediately filled with steam as Stuart pulled off his wife's shirt and panties, she pushed down his boxers and they stumbled into the shower. Stuart didn't hesitate to push her against the marble wall and fuck her senseless. Sucking more hickies onto her skin while she scratched at his back, the scars on his back worse than they were before.
By the time he was done, she'd come three times and her legs were trembling. They felt like jello. Stuart peppered her skin with kisses, massaging her head as he washed her hair. “You really could spend this whole trip in bed, couldn't you?” She sighed as he finished rinsing the soap off of her head.
“If it's with you, oh yeah.”
Y/N chuckled and turned around, watching the drops of water trail down his body. She kissed his collarbone, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Well, we'll spend a lot of time in that bed. And in here. And the bathtub, on the couch, the counters, the tables, the pool, and then again in the bed.” Her mouth left pecks across his chest after she listed the places in the house.
Stuart kissed her forehead. “You're the love of my life, you know that?”
“And you're mine” She held up her left hand, the ring on finger shining in his face. “I wouldn't be wearing this if you weren't.” Stuart took her hand and kissed her knuckles, watching her beam at his actions.
“Your smile is so beautiful.” He muttered, not meaning for the words to come from his mouth.
She cupped his face, pulling his lips down to hers in a gentle kiss. It wasn't lustful or needy, but passionate and full of all the love in the world.
“I love you so much, Twombly.” Her fingers skimmed over the beauty marks on the side of his face.
“And I love you.” Stuart turned off the water and the two got out of the shower, Stuart walking in front of Y/N to grab them towels. He grabbed two off the shelf, wrapping one around his hips and the other one around his wife's body. He smiled at her before going to the sink to brush his teeth.
Y/N caught sight of his scratched up back, walking behind him and touching the red marks. “Did these hurt? I feel like these get worse every time we… you know.” Her husband chuckled and shook his head.
“Don't worry. I like them.” He wet his toothbrush.
“What?” She giggled, not expecting his confession.
“I love when you scratch my back. It's hot.”
Her arms snaked around his waist and she kissed his shoulder. “Whatever you say, baby. I'm going to put on my swimming suit and pack our lunch, then we can go.” Stuart hummed in agreement, brushing his teeth.
Y/N walked to their bedroom to put on the swimming suit she bought just for this trip, with the help of Neha, of course. She bought it especially for Stuart, knowing how much he would appreciate it. It was a white one piece with a deep plunging neckline that revealed maybe a little too much cleavage. There was a zipper on the back for Stuart's convenience. She looked in the mirror after putting it on and saw the dark, purple love bites Stuart had left all over her body. Whether it was in the valley of her breasts or the under boob, they were there. She scoffed in surprise as her fingers grazed the sore markings. A smile tugged at the corners of her plump lips before she walked to the kitchen and packed their lunch.
Stuart walked into the kitchen just as she finished putting their food in the basket, his swim trunks hanging low on his hips. His exposed torso made Y/N’s mouth water as her eyes trailed from the patch of hair on his chest to the dark hair dipping into the waistband of his shorts. He smirked as he watched her stare at him, his eyes going down to his torso before looking back at her. “You like what you see?” He walked over to her and pulled her into him, hands smoothing over her ass before hoisting him up around his waist, her legs wrapping around him.
“Oh, trust me, I love what I see.” She giggled and gave him quick pecks on the lips before hopping back down and grabbing the picnic basket. Stuart grabbed the beach bag, waiting by the door so they could make their way to the beach that was a few miles away. The drive was short and peaceful, Stuart smiling as his wife sang along to the song on the radio with the wind blowing her hair around. Once they arrived to the beach with very few people around, they found a spot in the sand right in front of the water, a couple palm trees surrounding them.
While they ate lunch, Y/N took notice to the people that had been staring at her and Stuart. She could tell they were whispering about the back scratches on Stuart’s back and the hickeys on Y/N’s torso. She moved to straddle her husband who was laying in the sand with his arms crossed behind his head, sunglasses covering his amber eyes. “What are you doing, babe?” He mumbled, smiling softly.
“People are staring at us.” She told him causing Stuart to sit up, hands going to her thighs. “At the very obvious scratches on your back and the hickeys on my neck and body.” Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.
Stuart only shrugged in response. “Let them look. It shows them that you’re mine and I’m yours.” He kissed her shoulders.
Y/N laughed softly, getting off of Stuart and grabbing his hands to pull him up from the ground. “Come on, let’s go play in the water.” Stuart grinned and followed her to the water. The water hit her feet and she sighed when the warm water washed over her feet. “I could spend the rest of my life here.” She whispered, closing her eyes and soaking up the sun. Stuart’s strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close to his body.
He hummed in agreement. “I could, too. Especially if it’s with you.”
“I love you.” She mumbled. This time she said it and it was soft, not just something you say before you go off to work or hang up the phone. It was a genuine ‘I love you’. She said it so quietly because he was the only one meant to hear it. Those three words would only ever be meant for him. He was the only man she’d ever said those words to. When she was younger, her mother told her what those words meant. That you were only supposed to say them to the people you truly loved. And she couldn’t think of anyone she loved more than Stuart Twombly. “I love you so much.”
Stuart grinned and leaned down to kiss her softly, his actions speaking louder than the three words ever could. He nuzzled his nose against hers, causing her to giggle when his lips brushed over hers. “I love you, too, Y/N.” He attempted to connect their lips again, but she pulled away and ran further into the water.
“Gotta catch me if you want that second kiss, Stu.” The water splashed around her as she laughed and smiled brightly. He watched her body get deeper into the water and she motioned for him to come towards her. He did as asked and made his way over to her, her legs wrapping around his waist while her arms wrapped around his neck. Stuart chuckled and pushed his lips to hers.
They spent the day at the beach until the sun started setting and then went back to the house they were staying at for their trip. Stuart told Y/N that he was cooking dinner since she’d cooked breakfast and lunch. They cleaned themselves up, taking another shower, but this time there was no funny business. Stuart immediately got to cooking Y/N’s favorite dinner dish while she sat on the couch with a glass of wine as she watched him cook.
Before he met the amazing cook that is Y/N Twombly, he barely knew how to make toast, but with a lot of nights of him watching her cook their dinners, he learned how to cook. She’d helped through many trials and errors, but within no time he had the hang of it. The meal didn’t take very long to finish preparing and soon enough they were eating and laughing about some pointless conversation they were having.
Stuart grabbed his phone and connected it to the large speakers that played music throughout the house. He played the song they danced to at their wedding. Can’t Help Falling in Love by Haley Reinhart. With a soft smile, the amber eyed man put his hand out for his wife to grab. “Dance with me?”
Y/N bit her lip in hopes of suppressing the smile that managed to break its way onto her face. She grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers while he put his hand on her back and she put hers on his shoulder. The music started to play and he began to sway their bodies to the soft beat of the song that played. She could still feel her head on his shoulder from when they danced at their reception, the eyes of their family and friends all on them, but it really felt like it was only them in the room. His fingers pushed the hair in her face behind her ear, wanting to get a better look into her loving eyes. She remembered Stuart telling her that he doesn’t dance, especially when they have that many pairs of eyes on them when they danced together at their wedding, but he quickly followed up that he’d only ever do it for her because she had him in the palm of her hand.
The patio door was open allowing the warm breeze to drift throughout the house and over her skin. Stuart leaned the side of his head against hers, his lips grazing over her right ear before placing soft kisses on the lobe. The simple power of his touch giving her goosebumps and sending a chill up her spine. His hand was splayed on her lower back, guiding her to keep the rhythm of the song. Stuart softly sang the lyrics, his beautifully raspy voice crawling into her heart, making it beat a thousand times faster, but slowing it down at the same time. Y/N had never been as happy as she was in that simple, yet peaceful moment. She turned her head to look into the amber eyes behind the thick framed glasses he wore on his face.
“What?” He smiled at her as she looked at him with pure admiration. Pure love. She shook her head and stood on her tiptoes to press her lips to his. The large hand that was previously on her back moved up to cup her jaw as he deepened the kiss. His tongue swiped at her bottom lip for entrance, which she granted without any hesitation. She moaned when his tongue brushed over hers. His hands smoothed down her ass and to her thighs, tapping slightly so she’d jump and carrying her to their bedroom and dropping her body on the bed. He tugged off his t-shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. Stuart pulled her nightgown off her body and dropped it onto the floor, leaving her upper half fully exposed to him.
Hovering over her, he reconnected their lips, moving his against hers slowly. His hand raised up to hers and intertwined their fingers. Y/N closed her eyes, eagerly waiting for what would happen next when he trailed his wet kisses down her to her jaw then her neck. The fingers on his free hand danced up her side and to her breast, kneading gently. His fingers tweaked at her nipple, pulling a sigh from her mouth. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He whispered against her skin.
Her hands went to the back of his head, nails scratching at his scalp. “Stuart, will you make love to me?”
Stuart stopped his movements, looking her in the eyes while a smile tugged at his lips. He nodded slowly. “Anything you want, my love.” He nudged her nose and gave her a peck on the lips. His long fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, kissing her skin as the fabric came to her ankles. He tossed them on the floor and she was completely exposed to him.
She pushed the basketball shorts and boxers that hung low on his waist off of his body, adding it to the pile of their clothes. Her hands cupped his face, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she closed her eyes when their lips reconnected. She sighed out her nose when his erection poked at her thigh. Her body was on fire as she yearned for him to fill her up. “Condom?” He questioned, his warm breath hitting her face and adding to her need for him.
Her foot ran up his leg as she shook her head and stared into his eyes. The amber color was brighter, pooling with both love and lust. “No.”
“A-Are you sure? I mean, what if-”
“It’s okay. I’m okay with it if you’re okay with it.” She smiled. It would be everything she ever wanted. Ever since she was younger, she wanted a family. She wanted the perfect husband, she wanted her husband to be the love of her life, her true love and she found that. She wanted children that were all the best parts of their parents. Stuart grinned and brought his fingers up to push her hair behind her ear. His lips planted a sweet kiss to her forehead.
“I’m more than okay with it.” He grabbed his cock, pumping himself slowly before grabbing her leg and hitching it on his waist to line himself up with her entrance. He pushed himself in, her soaked core making it easy to slide in and out. As soon as he was seated inside of her, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her hands stayed cupping his face as he held himself up on the mattress with his forearms. He thrusted into her pussy slow, but hard. Breathy sighs of his name fell from her parted lips and the sounds immediately became his favorite.
Stuart’s cock throbbed inside of her as Y/N’s walls fluttered around him. His forehead fell against hers, their breaths mingled as their pants filled the room. He hitched her legs higher up on his waist, eager to hit deeper and make the sounds she let out louder. When he gained speed and thrusted harder into her, she gasped and felt her stomach tighten, the core nearly ready to snap. Her fingers went to the back of his head, tugging at the brown locks as Stuart’s glasses slid on the bridge of his nose. He kissed her bottom top lip slowly while she moaned. Stuart looked down at their connecting bodies and nearly came as he’d pull out and see his cock glisten with her juices.
He groaned, loving everything about the moment he was in. The sounds, the feeling, the girl. It was all so perfect. She was perfect.
The tight clenches around his dick let him know that she was teetering on the edge. He sighed and bit his lip, picking up the pace. The sound of their sweaty skin hitting against each other filled the room along with the profanities that rolled off their tongues and the outside sound of the waves crashing against the sand outside the patio door.
“Look at me.” Stuart whispered. Y/N’s eyes slowly opened and it took all she had to know let them close again. “I want you to cum for me. Cum all over my cock, baby.”
All she needed in order to fulfil his wishes was his fingers rubbing at her swollen bundle of nerves. Her back arched off the bed as she fell over the edge and into a pool of pure euphoria, her juices splattering against her walls. Stuart watched her face contort in pleasure, cumming right along with her. His eyes squeezed shut and his body came to a stop, emptying his hot load into her. He pulled out of her gently, collapsing on the bed next to her. Her messy hair was pooled around her shoulders, her skin shining with sweat. Her lips were red and swollen from all the kissing she’d done that night. She turned over to face him, grabbing his hands and kissing his knuckles.
“Thank you, Stu.”
Stuart’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she pecked his skin. “For what, baby?”
“For being my husband. For being the love of my life. For everything you’ve ever done for me and everything you will do for me.” She whispered. “Just… thank you for being you.”
“In that case, thank you,” He leaned in and kissed her nose. “for being my wife. It truly has been a gift loving you.”
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Ellie-Bee’s Master List 2.0
* indicates a sex scene. Read at your discretion.
^ indicates genuine violence. Do not read if you are triggered by depictions of violence. Message me and I will give you the plot points you missed.
I no longer write fan-fiction. Anything on this list will stay as is. I’m sorry if this disappoints anyone.
One-shots/Two-shots are bolded
Anything with more than one part is Headlined
Mitch’s section
My Heart Bleeds For You: A Mitch Rapp x Reader Fic
1: Rollin’ || 2: Think || 3: Going To Hell || 4: Feel It Still || 5: Body On Me^ || 6: I’d Love To (Love You)* || 7: Second Nature* || 8: Arsonist’s Lullabye^ || 9: All We Do || 10: I Lie Awake Every Night || 11: Tonight* || Epilogue: All Of Me
Money Make Her $mile: A Mitch x OFC Series
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Stiles’ Section: For various Stiles fics including Void Stiles.
Now Or Never: A tragic Stiles x Reader One Shot
Now Or Never^
The Truth Revealed: A Stiles Stilinski x Reader One-Shot
The Truth Revealed
Winter Wonderful: A sort of companion piece to TTR
Winter Wonderful
Santa’s Cutest Helper: A Christmas Stiles X Reader OneShot
Santa’s Cutest Helper
Sleep Is For The Weak: A Stiles Stilinski x Reader Two-Short
Part 1: Sleep Is For The Weak || Part 2: Sleeping For A Week
The Beautiful Lie: A void Stiles/Stiles x Reader Two-Shot
Part 1: The Beautiful Lie* || Part 2: The Hideous Truth
If You’re Lucky: A Stiles Stilinski x OFC AU Fic
Prologue: It Happened One Night || 1: Should Fate Be Kind || 2: Accidental Coincidences || 3: Is It Chance? || 4: Life, Unpredictable || 5: Catching Feelings || 6: Would You Ever? || 7: Do You Think? || 8: I’d Cross An Ocean || 9: I Think Of You || 10: Attack Plan || 11: Organization Skills || 12: Perspective || 13: Desperate Measures || 14: One Step At A Time || 15: Authentic Love* || 16: The Day || Epilogue 1: _________ (coming eventually) || Epilogue 2: _________ (coming after the apocalypse)
Stuart’s section
You’re The One! A Stuart Twombly x Reader Soulamte AU One Shot
You’re The One!^
Dylan’s Section
Safety First: A Dylan O’Brien X Reader OneShot
Safety First
Scott’s section
The Confession: A Scott McCall x Reader Two Shot
Part 1: The Confession^ || Part 2: The Reply
Lazy Day: A Scott McCall x OFC/Apollogirl13 Imagine
Lazy Day
My original poetry blog
thoughts spilling like ink
Marvel
Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier section
I’ll Be Your Home: A Bucky x OFC OneShot
I’ll Be Your Home*
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Gladly Mistaken
Summary: Loving Halloween is one thing. Attending a party is another. Being called slut by your boyfriend is painful. Drinking is a normal reaction. But kissing the wrong person in costume? It can either be pathetic or having a surprising ending.
Word Count: 2772
Pairing: Reader x Dylan O’Brien
Forever tag list: @multilovee @5sospoplikerock @rosecoloredshawn @mieczzyslaw
Warning: Swearing, mention of dirty things huhu
A/N: So this is my entry for @obrosey-af Halloween writing contest challenge with the prompt to like kiss wrong person in costume! I love Halloween but I never get to chance to celebrate. My school was not decorated. No one was dressed up. Even no candies. Yeah. Sucks. But there’s so many good fics on tumblr! I doubt mine is as much as good as the ones I read but here, this is my Halloween gift to all of you!
Don’t be mistaken. I loved to attend partys, especially when it was Halloween. It was my favorite holyday, I loved spending hours making my own costumes, creating them to be more than perfect. Armed with my sewing machine and a good dose of patience, I was unbeatable. So, of course, when Josh, my boyfriend since a few months, told me that there was a costume party at his favorite bar, I jumped of joy, grabbed my costume and used the last days to work on it. Between Josh and me it wasn’t the joy lately, he became distant, cold and could stop texting me for many days without saying anything to finally appear in front of my house with a big smile, flowers and a package of condom. So when he told me about the party, knowing my passion for Halloween, it touched me.
He was still thinking of me.
And besides, I had promised him a costume to go in pair with me. Many hours of hard work later, fingers stung to the blood and time I could have taken to study, I finally finished our costumes and the joy I had to put mine and give his to Josh gave me a huge smile on the face that stayed all day until the evening of the event.
Deciding to surprise my boyfriend, I went to get ready before he arrived. I slipped the stockings on my thighs and then put on the blue and red shorts. The length of it made me quite uncomfortable, but I was ready to put on the costumes I had long worked on. Then I placed my feet in the high-heeled boots entirely homemade, the master piece of my costume. The little, slightly torn white, red and blue crop top next with the bracelets, the necklace with the inscription pudding and the fake tattoos. Then, I worked my face, applied a temporary color in my hair to make it blond and tied them in two ponytails on each side of my head which I dyed one end blue and the other pink. I put on makeup to my lips, eye shadow same color to my hair around my eyes, and finally, the final touch, the fake tattoo on my cheek and the baseball bat.
I looked at myself one last time in the mirror and sketched my most psychopathic smile that I could, trying to appear as my character.
Then, someone knocked on my door, making me jump. I glanced at my cell phone next to me on the bathroom counter to notice that I had spent more than two hours preparing myself. I sighed, a smile stretching my red lips before gamboling towards the front door, my baseball bat in hand to go open to my boyfriend. I was anxious to see his reaction seeing me dressed like that, because I was very proud of my shot. However, when I opened the door, my smile disappeared as fast as a kick that can be administered between the legs of a gentleman, the disappointment curving my lips down for a pout.
"Oh, babe, Harley Quin! Wow, you're hot!” Josh entered, gave me a kiss on the lips before heading to my kitchen after slamming my ass violently, leaving me freezing on the spot.
"I thought ..." I started, closing the door while he was helping himself in my fridge, catching a beer between his black-gloved fingers. I swallowed, trying to regain my joy. "That we ... we were having costume duo... "
A nervous and embarrassed laugh made my chest tremble as I glanced at the sofa where I had carefully folded his costume.
"Oh, sorry babe. I bought a suit with Mary yesterday. She wanted to see me in Batman, but hey, it doesn’t matter, Harley and Batman are still a duo, right? Aw, come on, don’t act like a kid,” Josh ended by throwing his beer already empty in the trashcan, passing in front of me to go out without forgetting to grab my ass as he passed. "Come on, I'll be in the car," Batman ordered and left my apartment without waiting for me. My eyelids closed and I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
"All right, Y / n. Your nice little shit of a boyfriend just forgot you made him a costume to go buy one with his slutty ex. Everything’s fine. It's Halloween, what can go wrong? "
And it was on these unconvincing words that I nodded, got out of my apartment and left the Joker costume in my living room, untouched.
I was wrong.
When we arrived, the loud music greeted us, making my rib cage tremble. On the way, several people hooted at me and whistled, something I wasn’t used to, but I stayed in the character. My bat on my shoulder, I sent them my best psychopath smile while following Josh who went automatically to the bar to order a drink.
"You sound like a whore," his voice shouted over the music, making me turn my head sharply towards him, my eyes wide.
"What ?!” I indignantly stared as he sipped his glass of amber alcohol.
"All the guys are looking at you, and you're smiling at them. I don’t recognize you anymore, Y / n. "
And on those very hurtful words, my boyfriend raised the corner of his mouth, a sign of pure selfish judgment and left me alone at the bar. I saw batman going somewhere until I lost him in the sea of costumed people. I swallowed my tears, bit my lower lips and closed my eyes, not wanting to cry, not here, not now. But the pain in my chest was strong. So when I opened my eyes, it was to order a shooter.
A shooter turned into two, then three, then four, mixing through some beer and glass of whiskey, almost all paid by men trying on the small and helpless Harley Quinn. But all retreated, receiving insults and threats, my baseball bat dangerously pointed at them.
My brain was so numb that I didn’t really know where I was anymore, the smell of sweat and alcohol, added to the loud music and the fast, colorful lights were starting to make me sick. I had to go out to get some fresh air. I searched for the well-seeing red light board indicating the exit. Once I founf it, I took my bag and my baseball bat and started to steer myself towards the exit, my heels starting to be hard to walk with.
Something to my right suddenly caught my eye. A black and rather tall figure wearing a cape and a bat mask was in conversation with a very beautiful and sexy catwoman with a plunging neck line. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol in my blood or just my anger, or even my exhausted patience, but to see Batman, aka my boyfriend soon to be my ex flirting with a girl more beautiful than me wearing skin-tight leather pissed me off. I walked towards him firmly, my heels slamming loudly at each step and I stopped near them. Since I wasn’t getting noticed by either of them, I poked the shoulder of Batman. The latter turned to me and without letting him the chance to speak, I pressed my mouth against his own while keeping his face forcibly close to mine by holding his neck strongly with my hand that didn’t hold my bat. I opened my lips and let my tongue go out, making the kiss hot and very wet, tasting the spice of his last glass of alcohol he had consumed. I deliberately looked at the catwoman in the eyes while washing the inside of his mouth with my tongue, feeling his moans vibrating against my lips without hearing them under the deafening music. As soon as I finished, a steam of saliva connected our mouths a moment, I sent him the most powerful slap I could, making his head tilt to the side. Then, satisfied, I placed my bat on my shoulder and left without waiting for my rest.
As soon as I was outside, I took a deep breath, the fresh air of the October night was real refreshment for my lungs. I had taken without noticing the rear exit that led to the alley between the bar and the next building, but that didn’t matter to me. I had some peace, peace to try and put my ideas back in place. Once my lungs were well ventilated, the music sounding softly in my ears, I walked to a small concrete step and sat there to then look in my bag for cigarettes. Still angry and numb by alcohol, I looked for my lighter. Once it was in my hands, I placed my palms near the mouthpiece so the wind didn’t extinguish the flame and scraped my thumb on the small metal gear that emitted a little muffled sound, but no fire. I groaned and tried several times, but each time a little smoke and an annoying sound told me that there was no more gas in my lighter.
I swore loudly, throwing my lighter away as I rolled my eyes in my eyelids and tried but in vain to drive away the tears from running down my cheeks, spoiling the makeup that had taken me so much time to do.
My phone rang in my bag, alerting me of a text message. I grabbed it with one hand, the other still holding my cigarette, to see a message from Josh.
Josh: Left with Mary. Couldn’t find you. Later.
I groaned, outraged, my breath stuck in my lungs as I saw the message. Not only was he abandonning me, alone, on foot, away from home ... but with his ex?
"Somebody kill me ..."
Totally absorbed by the contemplation of the puddle of water at my feet, my head between my hands and my elbows resting on my lap, I didn’t notice the lapse of time where the music became louder. Neither the sound of footsteps of a person walking towards me. I knew I was no longer alone only when the significant sound of a lighter that lit made me jump, a flame of a comforting orange dancing before my eyes. A gasp of relief escaped my lips and I rushed my cigarette against the flame, the other mouthpiece in my mouth and took a long and satisfying nicotine puff, thanking the person without looking at him.
"No problem," he replied in a deep, husky voice, a voice that shook my whole body. That voice, I knew it. But where did I hear it? The pale smoke left my lips as I exhaled slowly and looked up to see who had lit me. A black coat, a cloak, if I hadn’t heard his voice I would have been persuaded it was Josh. But when I saw his face, minus the mask, my mouth paralyzed open. Luckily I held my cigarette in my hand because it would have fallen into the water.
"Wow. Either I drank too much, which I doubt because I often drink more, or they changed the ingredients in this ... " I glanced at my cigarette in my hand, then back to the Batman. "You really look like Dylan O'Brien. You even have the same voice," I continued as I got up, pointing him with my hand holding my cigarette. He also had one in his hand now without the black glove and the smoke came out of his mouth irregularly when he burst out laughing.
"Oh. I thought you knew it when you kissed me... But when you hit me afterwards I realized that you must have been mistaken, Harley Quin."
This time, the cigarette fell from my mouth and went out into the puddle, my mouth still frozen wide open, exactly like my eyes staring.
" Oh. No. I. Am. So. Fucking. Sorry.” I put my hands in my face, remorse and embarrassment too strong. "I ... I took you for my boyfriend ... well, my ex, I mean ... it's complicated ..." I pulled my fingers out from my eyes to spy on the Batman who was Dylan fucking O'Brien. "He's an asshole that just left with his ex. Leaving me alone. Without any way to get back home.” I laughed nervously, dropping my hands near my hips.
"It sucks," Dylan commented, raising a compassionate eyebrow and handed me his cigarette. At first, I shook my head, not wanting to abuse the poor actor who had eaten my hand on my face.
"You've washed my tonsils with your tongue, I'm pretty sure you did. We can share a small mari joint."
I shrugged and took what he held out, taking a deep breath before stopping. Had he said… marijuana joint?
"So what does Dylan O'Brien do at a Halloween party?” I let the smoke slowly out through my nostrils, savoring the special and numbing taste.
"The same as Harley Quin ..." He answered, detailing me with his amber eyes rather black in the darkness of the alley. "Do you want to finish that elsewhere?” He offered, taking another puff.
I don’t know why I accepted. Neither why he had proposed. Maybe the mix of different alcohol, cigarettes and marijuana, adding to the rising heat in me of having one of my favorite actors in front of me, dressed as Batman and inviting me to celebrate Halloween with him, but I accepted. I took my baseball bat and followed him, a smile probably looking creepy on my face since the makeup was ruined, but oh well. It fitted the character.
The first thing that woke me the next day wasn’t the horrible migraine, or the ray of light that filtered between the curtain and the window. It was the loud, shrill ringing sound of my phone that rang out into the deepest corner of my head, making me cringe with rage as I blindly grabbed my bag to answer, my eyes still closed. My other hand was on my forehead in order to calm the pain.
"Hello ..." I answered in a pasty voice.
"Y / n! Where are you?! You spent the night elsewhere? What happened?” Josh was screaming in my ears. He had let me down. And he was shouting at me. I groaned and cut him off.
"You're an asshole, Josh. A bastard full of shit. I leave you, it’s over, go fuck your ex," and on these words, I closed my cell and threw it somewhere in the room where it fell into a soft sound.
After turning in the bed, my arm touched something soft and cold, fabric resembling satin of hotel sheets. My eyes still closed, I mumbled some incoherent sentences for myself.
"Wow. I dreamed I had taken Dylan O'Brien disguised as Batman for my ex. Wow. Haha ..." I laughed, running a hand under the blanket only to touch my bare skin. Without worrying about the pain, I opened my eyes sharply, staring at the white and a little too luxurious ceiling.
"Why am I naked. In a Kingsize bed too expensive for me. In a hotel room."
"Because it wasn’t a dream," a mocking voice I recognized near my ear to my right gently made, making my head turn sharply to its source. And there, beside me was lying Dylan O'Brien, head against his palm and elbow on the pillow, starting at me with the most beautiful smile of the universe, his messy hair making him only more adorable.
"Oh. God.” I couldn’t believe it. In a random and confused act I lifted the blanket to look underneath and see that he was as naked as me. "Oh my God.” Everything came back to me. I followed him to his hotel room. We talked, drank, smoked, it was good. He had said how beautiful I was, gently caressing the skin of my arms when he could have easily touched my thighs. Respect was present even with alcohol and drugs. And when he had said how much my tongue kissing technique still required some practice, I told him to teach me.
And we. Had. Sex. Together. Sex. Him. With. Me.
"Oh my fucking God. "
"Call me Dylan," he whispered softly in a voice that made me melt inside. "That's the name I made you scream last night ... Harley Quin. Or should I say ... Y / n?"
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So I decided to torture y’all a little bit.
How you might ask? Well I decided to add an extra chapter to Boy Meets Girl.
Why is that a bad thing you ask? Well here’s a preview of why:
Dylan pulled up to the curb a couple houses down from Y/N’s and he was a wreck. His nerves were officially racked and his mouth felt like the Sahara desert. He noticed the paparazzi were still camped out on the road, but he didn’t care. He was determined to fix everything he so royally screwed up.
He sat there for a moment, contemplating turning around out of fear, guilt, and stupidity but he decided against it. He put the car in park, turning the key till he heard the rumbling from the engine die. He took a deep breathe and climbed out of the car and started walking to her house.
The paparazzi noticed him as he hit the curb and was immediately swarmed with flashing lights and microphones were stuck in his face. He ignored every question they spat at him as he forced his way up the driveway to Y/N’s.
He got to the door and luckily the paparazzi didn’t follow him anymore but he still heard the click of their cameras from the distance. His hand hovered over the door but he couldn’t make it move as his mind raced with what he was going to say.
He was going to tell her what a fuck up he is and that he was sorry for lying about her to the media. He was going to tell her he hasn’t stopped thinking about her, not once, ever since he hit her with that damn door at the theater and how stunning she looked in that black dress. He was going to tell her how amazing, smart, wonderful and as many other adjectives he could think of before she stopped him. He was going to tell her he wished he was half as brave and strong that she is, and as honest. He was going to tell her he would spend every day for the rest of his life proving to her just how extraordinary she truly is.
His motor functions finally caught up with his brain and he left two strong knocks on the door. He heard rustling inside and held his breathe as he saw the door knob turn.
“Dylan?” The blonde held the opened the door with wide eyes and his face fell when he saw that the girl that answered the door wasn’t Y/N but he quickly regained his composure.
“Hey you must be Annab—“ He was cut off by the girl grabbing him by his grey tshirt and tugging him inside before slamming the door. He took a moment to look around the living room, and at some of the pictures of her and Y/N that we’re hanging up around the room. He turned back to the blonde and suddenly felt scared for his life with the murderous look she was giving him.
“What are you doing here?” She snapped at him and he winced at her tone. He understood now why Y/N said she was an amazing lawyer, with this look, he would confess every last thing he ever did before facing her wrath.
“Look I know I have no right to be here, and I’m the last person Y/N wants to see but I have to talk to her please Annabeth. I fucked up.. I fucked up so b—“
“Yes you did.”
“But I want to make things right. Please let me talk to her.. I will do anything. Please let just let me see her.” He choked on his words and Annabeth’s gaze softened. His heart was beating so fast he thought he thought he might be having a heart attack as he shuffled on the balls of his feet.
“Dylan I can’t—“
“Please Annabeth... please.” He was prepared to get down on his knees and grovel for the rest of time till she relented and let him see her.
“If you’d let me finish,” she huffed but there was no anger behind it, “I can’t let you see her,” Annabeth’s eyes became glossy as she refused to meet his, “she’s gone.”
“What do you mean she’s gone?” He yelled at her but felt guilty once he saw how sorry she was to break the news to him. His heart dropped to his stomach, and he begged for a different answer than the one he knew he was going to get.
“I mean she’s gone Dylan.. She left an hour ago to turn in her resignation at the hospital and catch a flight back home.”
You may all scream and cuss at me. I welcome it with open arms.
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ONE MORE WEEK OF STUART!
Because we can’t help ourselves, Hay, @sarcasticallystilinski, and I just can’t help ourselves, there will be one more week of Stuart Twombly! We want to thank everyone from the bottom of our hearts for participating and tagging us in everything they’ve made just for this wonderful week. All of the things we’ve seen are so amazing and your talents haven’t failed to amaze us both! I would like to say that anyone and everyone is allowed to participate in this!
When:
July 10th - July 17th
How to participate:
Write something involving Stuart Twombly, for example, oneshots, smut, fluff, drabbles, headcanons (dating Stuart Twombly would include..., etc.)
Make video edits, photo edits, etc.
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technically single || stuart twombly (smut)
word count: 6278
warnings: oral (both receiving), smut, strip club, unestablished relationship
author’s note: so i was listening to the way i are by timbaland and i just felt the need to use it as some sinsipration! enjoy xo
pairing: stuart twombly / reader
To a typical twenty-two year old girl, interning at Google doesn't seem like the funnest way to spend your summer. But for her, it's been one of the best summers of her life. It even beats the the summer she spent in Bora Bora with her family. Thanks to the wonderful team she was coincidentally grouped with, Y/N’s summer just seemed to keep getting better and better. It started out looking to be the worst, but the moment he walked into the room. Something about the way he looked, the way his voice was smoother than caramel, even the way he talked made her want him. She needed him. Fortunately, they were put on the same team. Graham had originally pulled her over, but luckily, she managed to get away from that disaster.
Stuart felt the same way. He swooned just looking at her, but she didn't need to know that. Everything about her was sexy. Her witty comebacks, the way she popped her bubblegum and then ran her tongue over her lipstick covered lips with a smirk because she knew it got to him. She was much more than just a pretty face, she was unbelievably smart and that was one of the biggest turn on’s. The whole summer was a back and forth game of cat and mouse. Y/N being the tease and Stuart wanting to slam her against his desk and have his way with her. There may have been a couple times when they'd sneak off to a supply closet or go to one of their rooms during lunch to relieve some tension. Okay, maybe more than a couple.
However, whatever they had wasn't official. The sexual tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife and everyone noticed it, but neither of them had the courage to make the first move or say something, even with their outstanding self confidence. Of course, Neha had encouraged Y/N many times to just say something and make their relationship the real deal, but she never did. And the guys, particularly Billy and Nick would tell Stuart they've been around for a while, and that when you find a girl like her, you don't let her get away that easy, but he just told the guys to shut their yaps.
The team was faced with yet again, another difficult task. This time, they were supposed to make an app and the team was blank with zero ideas. Except for Billy that is, he had an idea called Exchangeagram, that was pretty much the same thing as Instagram. He's been rambling on for about ten minutes about how this would be a million dollar idea. At this point, everyone in the group was completely and utterly done with the situation. The fact that Billy kept saying on the line instead of online was not helping. When Billy had Stuart go up in front of anyone and model the app, Y/N laughed at how fed up he looked and she received glares from said boy for it.
Graham’s team just sent a message to their team, alerting them how good their finished app had already done. Y/N scoffed at the unattractive cockiness that was Graham Autry. “Great, we're going to lose yet again, another challenge, we’re not going to get this job and our lives are basically ruined.” She groaned, placing her face in her hands.
“Hold on a sec,” Billy sat down. “Your guys’ lives aren't ruined. You're twenty-one years old, you have your life in front of ya.”
“Do you even know what it's like to be twenty-one right now?” Stuart asked, now sitting in his red spinny chair. “A quarter of the kids coming out of college can't even get jobs.”
“That's a correct statistic.” Yo-yo added, standing next to the whiteboards. “Mother says you can work hard and go to the right school, but nothing is guaranteed anymore, that's life, sorry.” He shrugged.
“They're right. The whole American Dream thing you guys grew up on, that's all it is nowadays, a dream.” Neha said.
“You're too young to be this cynical. You really see the world this way?” Nick asked in complete disbelief.
Y/N looked up, popping her gum in a defeated way. “That's not how we see it, that's just the way things are now.”
“Alright, that's it. Everybody up.” Billy announced. “Here we go. Let's do it, breath of fresh air time.”
Yo-yo tilted his head. “Why? We have work to do.”
“Nope. Time to get our heads in a reset mode. We're taking you to the street because we need to come together as a team.” Nick took his place next to his tall friend.
Lyle panicked. “What about the app?”
“This is bigger than the app.” He answered.
“And by the way, we do have something pretty terrific in our back pocket with that Exchangeagram.” Billy added before turning to leave.
The young group of adults stood up and followed their leaders out the door. Mumbles scattered from each and everyone of them about Exchangeagram. Stuart waited behind so Y/N could catch up.
“Can we talk about this on the line on line thing, please?” Lyle called out from ahead, making Y/N chuckle. Stuart started walking with Y/N as soon as she was by his side. And then they were out the door, not knowing what the night would hold for either of them.
Billy and Nick had taken the group to a Chinese restaurant downtown. Billy had just told a joke in Chinese that made each and every person in the restaurant laugh, aside from everyone in the Google group. Y/N sipped on a beer, watching Stuart as he did the same. Her eyes discreetly wandered over him, his fingers that were gripping the glass bottle, and his lips because his tongue just ran over the skin. Neha elbowed Y/N in the side, noticing that she was basically eye fucking Stuart. Once she realized she was caught, Y/N blushed and pulled her eyes away from the man sitting next to her. Their waiter started talking to Billy and walked away when she turned her attention back to the whole group.
“He just said that there's a dance club down the street that's supposed to be great.” Billy told Nick.
“You're shitting me.” Nick laughed. Billy shook his head with a smirk. “Well, then let's go!” Everyone once again, followed the older men out the door after finishing their meals. Stuart grabbed Y/N’s hand, intertwining their fingers as they walked down the street together.
“Dance club, huh?” He smirked deviously.
“I guess so.” She laughed, Stuart rubbing his thumb over her cold knuckles.
He leaned in, lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. “You'll have to save me a dance.” Y/N shivered at his raspy voice, goosebumps rising on her skin.
She decided to play their typical game of teasing right back. She pulled her lip in between her teeth and smiled seductively. “You're going to have to find me first, baby.”
Before Stuart could say anything, they were already in the building. His phone dinged and he pulled his hand away from Y/N’s. This gave her an opportunity to look around the building. It was a club, but not the kind any of them thought it was. One would've thought it was a dance club, and yes it was a dance club; if you consider stripping dancing. Y/N’s jaw dropped the moment she realized where they were. There were naked girls everywhere, grinding on each other or grinding into men. She looked back to Stuart and was beyond relieved he hadn't looked up from his phone. All the rest of guys looked as if they were in pure heaven.
“Are you sure he said dance club?” Y/N called to Billy.
“I was rocking Mandarin and he was rocking Catanese, something clearly got confused in the middle.” He told the group, making weird hand gestures as he did so. “But I say boom goes the dynamite, happy accident, right?” Y/N rolled her eyes in annoyance. She'd done many things, but she'd never been to a strip club and she never planned on going to one.
A topless woman came up to the group, who was still at the door and offered a table, running her finger over their chests before she stopped right in front of Stuart. Her exposed breasts were right in his face, but he still hadn't looked up from his cell phone.
“Great big world out there, my friend.” Nick called over the loud music. He brought his fingers under Stuart's chin and lifted so that he would see the sight in front of him. “Just three inches up, I beg you.” Stuart's whiskey eyes immediately widened and his mouth formed into a satisfied smile. Y/N dropped her jaw, not believing what was happening right in front of her. Less than two minutes ago, he was making sure she'd save him a dance and now it's like she's not even there.
“Are you fucking kidding?” She mumbled, jealousy suddenly rolling off of her in waves. As if her words jinxed everything, the stripped grabbed Stuart's finger and put it in her mouth, deep throating it as he groaned at the action.
“Holy shit, that's deep.” He said in amazement. She pulled his finger out of her mouth and guided him somewhere further into the club. Lyle and Yo-Yo followed right after them, leaving Neha and Y/N standing there with Billy and Nick. At this point, the Y/H/C girl was fuming with anger. Technically, he wasn't her boyfriend, but there was something there and seeing him completely ignore her like that was enough to make her jealous beyond belief.
“This is great. Great, totally cool.” Neha walked over to Y/N as she spoke, not seeing the apparent anger on her face.
“You okay there, firecracker?” Nick asked Neha as he noticed how uncomfortable she was.
“What? Yeah, totally. Yeah, this-this is my jam. I mean, this? This here is my shit.” Neha exclaimed, but no one bought it.
Nick looked to Y/N to see her looking around, trying to find Stuart. “What about you? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, this is my shit, too.” She turned to him, crossing her arms over her chest.
Billy turned to the girls. “Look, I get this is your shit, but if I have to go grab those guys by their little boners then we can all go back on the bus.” He pointed his thumb towards the exit.
Neha then went into this big explanation about how she hasn't experienced anything and was nervous. Billy and Nick convinced her to try it out, that it might actually be fun to give it a shot and so she did. She went off with a stripper looking very nervous, but excited nonetheless.
Billy smiled as he watched Neha walk down into the crowd. “And now you. Are you sure you're okay?” He turned towards Y/N.
“I'm fine. Just peachy.” She smiled sarcastically.
“Is it Stuart?” He asked. She didn't answer, but looked down at her heels. They had straps that laced up her bare legs and the white color enhanced the recent tan she'd gotten. The shorts and heels she was wearing made her legs look longer than they actually were. “Like I said, if I have to, I will drag him out here by his boner and leave you two alone.”
Even though he said it seriously, Y/N laughed slightly at his comment. “I'll be fine. I'm just going to have a good time with my friends and forget all about Stuart Twombly.” She replied.
Billy and Nick sighed, but nodded anyways. “Well before you do, let's have some shots!” Billy yelled, causing nearby people to cheer. They all found a table and sat around as the waitress brought up a tray of shots. Y/N completely avoided any contact with Stuart. She had a plan and this just happened to be part of it. First, she’ll ignore him, then she'll tease, and finally she'll get what she wants.
“It's about time this group had a night out.” Billy told everyone as the tray was set on their table. “Come on, everyone! Get in on this!”
“Bottoms up, Yo-Yo.” Nick offered a shot glass to the Asian boy.
“I can't. I-I can't.”
“What? You're twenty-one, right?” Nick asked.
“Yeah, but,” Yo-Yo sighed. “my mom says alcohol numbs the brain.”
“Look, I'm not saying a shot of tequila is the first step on a journey to self respect, but maybe it's a step in the right direction.” Nick told him. Everyone held up a shot glass with a smile, encouraging him to take it.
It didn't take long at all for him to give in. “One shot.” He held up a single finger. Y/N cheered as he took the shot, taking Stuart’s attention, but she chose to ignore him for the sake of her plan. Yo-Yo brought the glass to his mouth and threw the liquid back, letting it run down his throat. The rest of the group cheered with their shot glasses and threw them back as well.
For another ten minutes, everyone continued taking shots, slowly becoming tipsy. Stuart was sitting on the couch, glasses messed up on his face as he got a lap dance from some stripper. Billy was up in Stuart's face with his cell phone camera and he took a picture, the flash lighting up for just a moment before yelling, “Exchangeagram, bitches!”
Y/N watched as Stuart got his lap dance and took everything she had to not pull her right off of him, but she had to keep her cool. She could feel her blood boiling. Neha had come up next to her watching Y/N throw back another shot of vodka. “Why don't you go and do something?” She yelled over the music.
“Trust me, I'm going to do something. But I need your help!” Y/N yelled back. Neha quirked an eyebrow, waiting to hear the request. “Okay, I've been ignoring him all night and clearly it's done nothing, so I need your help getting me in there.” She pointed towards the water room. It was a room with a few poles and constant water falling. A couple strippers were inside dancing and they were actually ones that Y/N was talking to for a little bit earlier. Not all of them were so bad.
“Great! I know the perfect song for you to dance to, I'll be right back.” Neha ran off to the DJ and put in a request, she used her charm to get it to be queued next and the plan was working out perfectly so far. Neha came back to Y/N and they went to the entrance of the water room and knocked. One of the strippers opened the door and smiled when they saw the two girls.
“Hey, girls. What's up?” The blonde, Cobe, greeted.
Y/N smiled at her mischievously. “Can I get in here for a little bit? It's kind of important.”
Cobe looked towards Stuart. “Does it have something to do with that guy over there?” She pointed her finger at him. He stood up and walked to the nearby bar, most likely asking for another drink.
“It does.” Y/N nodded. Cobe looked back at the girls, mirroring their smirks.
“It's all yours.” She told them before calling her friend out. The strippers left the water room, leaving it to Y/N just as the current song was about to end. She walked into the room and stood on one of the catwalks they had, immediately becoming drenched as she walked to the pole in the center of the stage.
Y/N still didn't know what song was to be played, but the current song had ended just as pulled off her shirt, leaving her in just a lacy, blue bra. The Way I Are by Timbaland, started playing through the waterproof speakers. Y/N looked at Neha who was standing outside the room, the raven haired girl shooting her friend a thumbs up. She took a deep breath and started swaying her hips to the beat, letting the music immediately take over her body.
Stuart looked at the water room just as he took a sip of his beer, the cold liquid getting stuck in his throat and he started coughing. He couldn't believe that she was in there, dancing the way she was. In all honesty, it was making him hard. Even with the lap dances he'd received, he didn't once get hard with any of those girls. His eyes ran up and down her body from head to toe as she danced. The droplets of water trailed down her tan body and before he knew it, Stuart was making his way towards the water room. He wanted her. No, he needed her.
“I can't even buy you flowers, but together we'll be the perfect soulmates.” The lyrics rang through the speakers. Y/N grabbing the slippery pole and rolled her hips towards it just as Stuart got to the door and Neha stepped in front of the handle before he could walk inside, arms crossed over her chest.
“Where do you think you're going?” She asked with a smirk.
Stuart looked pass Neha and to Y/N before saying anything to the girl in front of him. He sighed and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “To dance?”
“If you're going to be with her, don't be an ass.” She told him and stepped aside, letting him into the room. Stuart didn't say anything, but nodded and walked into the room. The water instantly soaking his whole body, small droplets on the lenses of his black-rimmed glasses. He watched her dance before going up onto the stage. Y/N leaned against the pole and used her hands to reach up and grab the pole. Then she swayed her hips from side to side as she slowly slid down.
“Baby, if you strip, you could get a tip cause I like you just the way you are.” Stuart stepped onto the stage and grabbed her hand spinning her around to face him, she placed her palm on his chest so she wouldn't crash into him. Their noses bumped against each other, barely touching as their lips brushed over each other. Sparks ignited the both of them at the intimacy. The alcohol rolled off his breath and hit her face, sending a shiver down her spine.
Stuart put his hand on the curve of her back and pushed her closer into his body. He took control and started moving their hips from side to side slowly. Y/N moved her face away from his and ran her lips over the skin next to his ear. She poked her tongue out, running it over the shell of his ear. Stuart groaned at the contact and pushed her closer into him if that was even possible.
She began grinding her hips into his, the bulge in his pants harder than before. Her hands went to the nape of his neck and started tangling her fingers in the soft, wet locks in that spot. They both kept eye contact the whole time. Y/N could remember Stuart saying he liked keeping eye contact when they were doing anything intimate, so that's what she did. His hands began to slide further down her ass, but she pulled out of his grip and away from him. She turned back to the pole and gripped it, sliding down as she used her free hand to run it over her exposed skin. Apparently the teasing was going on for a while because the song was practically over. With the last lyric, Y/N looked him in the eyes and smirked after seeing the very prominent tent in his pants.
Now that the song was over and he was officially teased and obviously in need of her, she grabbed her shirt off the floor and walked out the door, swaying her hips a bit more than usual. “Um, no!” Stuart said from behind her. She smiled and kept walking until she was out the door. Neha was still standing there but this time time, she had a huge smile on her face.
“That was awesome!” She cheered and went to hug Y/N, but stopped because she was wet. “Yeah, I'll just hug you when you're not soaking.”
Y/N giggled. “Do you think it worked?”
“Of course. Now what?” Neha tilted her head in question.
Turning around, Y/N looked at Stuart to see him fixing himself in his pants. “Now, I get what I want. Him.” She smirked, handing her shirt to Neha. Stuart looked up and saw her staring back at him, her eyes roaming over his body. The button up he was wearing clung to his toned torso, hugging perfectly around his biceps. His wet hair was all messy and she just wanted to tug at it as his head was buried between her legs. There was a hall not too far from where Stuart was standing, so she started walking towards it, making it seem as if she was walking towards him, but she walked right past him.
Once again, he grabbed her hand before she could walk any further and pulled her towards him. Her back was pressed against his chest, his lips going to her ear to whisper something. She could feel his strained bulge against her ass. “You better be going to a back room. I kinda need your help fixing a problem.” He rasped into her ear.
“Does that problem happen to be in your pants?” She mumbled, lacing their fingers together.
“Yeah, but it's your fault.”
Y/N bit her bottom lip even though he couldn't see the action. She spun around to face him and she cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb over his lips. “I actually have someone to dance with, sorry, baby.”
Stuart automatically tensed up and Y/N knew she had him just where she wanted him. “And who would that be?”
She fixed a button on his shirt by buttoning it back up and she patted his chest once she was done. “Just some guy.” She smirked. Y/N went to pull her hand away, but Stuart grabbed her wrist
“That's not funny.” He growled.
“It's not like you're my boyfriend or anything.” Y/N tilted her head as if she was challenging him.
“But you're mine.” Stuart pulled her closer and ran his nose over the shell of her ear. “You know that.”
A scoff fell from her lips at his words causing him to pull away and look at her. “If I'm yours then that means you're mine, which means no lap dances from slutty strippers or letting complete strangers deep throat your finger and nearly give you an orgasm from it.”
Stuart raised an eyebrow and smiled in amusement. “That's what this is about?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“It's not funny. This isn't fair. I don't know what we are and you don't even care. I'm completely confused. In technical terms, I’m single, but I'm emotionally unavailable because I love you, Stuart. And I want you to be mine like I'm completely yours.”
“Y-you love me?”
Y/N smiled softly, looking down to his lips and back up to his amber eyes. “Of course I do.”
Stuart grinned brightly and licked his lips. He leaned in and planted his lips on hers aggressively, but Y/N had no problem returning the passion. Her arms snaked around his neck and he pulled her waist closer into his, hands splaying on her back. After a few seconds, he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers. “So about that back room…”
A giggle left her mouth and she laced their fingers again and pulled him towards the hall she was originally going towards. A backroom was available and they used the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the nearby counter and hung it up on the door knob. Once the door was closed and locked, Stuart pushed Y/N up against it, smashing his lips to hers feverishly. His hands caressed every inch of skin he managed to get them on. She was still shirtless and he started to trail the kisses down from her mouth, over her chin, down the column of her neck, and to her collarbone where he would eventually meet the curve of her breasts. He was finally in the valley of her breasts and licked up the small space he had before latching his lips onto a spot above her collarbone and he started sucking immediately.
“I'm gonna show you that you're mine, baby. Show you just how much I love you.” He said after licking over the fresh love bite on her skin. Stuart's hands slowly slid down her thighs and Y/N took that as a sign to jump, so she did and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His lips went back to hers and he took her over to a couch in the corner and laid her down gently. He crawled on top of her, the rough pads of his fingertips touching the skin on the inside of her thigh. His slender fingers hooked in the waistband of her jean shorts and pulled them down her legs torturously slow, all while maintaining eye contact.
They were finally pulled off completely and Stuart kissed up the inside of her thighs, then placed kisses along the waistband of her panties. “Stuart, don't tease, baby.” She whimpered. He obliged and pulled down her panties off as well, throwing them across the room. As soon as they were gone, Stuart dove in and pulled her clit into his mouth and she let out a gasp at the sudden pleasure. Her hands went down to the back of his head, tangling in his brown hair. He started tracing clockwise circles with his tongue before flattening his tongue over her center.
Y/N’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and Stuart wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her pussy closer to his mouth. Just when she thought things couldn't get better, they did. He pulled his tongue away from her clit and circled it around her entrance, his nose rubbing over her sensitive bundle of nerves and she let out an erotic moan. Her legs hooked over his shoulders, toes curling as she could feel her high building up in her stomach. Stuart removed his mouth, but plunged one of his godly fingers into her heat. He watched her fall apart underneath him and he smirked to himself, loving the reaction he got from her.
Eventually, the coil in her stomach snapped and she released over his fingers. Her hands tugged at his hair and it released a groan from his mouth, which vibrated over her body and made everything much more pleasurable. Stuart gently pulled his fingers away from her sensitive core and slipped them into his mouth, cleaning her release off with his tongue. Y/N opened her eyes and Stuart was taking off his shirt as she did. She sat up slowly, legs still shaking from her orgasm, and ran her hand up his chest, fingers running through the patch of dark hair on his chest.
She looked up at him and into his eyes. His glasses were fogged up from the heat of her core. The usual amber color was gone and replaced with a dark, lustful color. She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth as she stared at the attractive man in front of her. His abs weren't as toned as they could've been, but they had excellent definition nonetheless. There was another dark patch of hair right above the waistband of his khakis and Y/N longed to see where it led to again.
Leaning forward, Y/N placed her lips on his, tongue licking over his lips, asking for entrance which he granted. She explored every inch of his mouth, his eyelashes fluttering shut against his high cheekbones. She pushed his shoulder back, him falling back so he laid on the other end of the couch, his head placed on the arm rest. She swept her hair to the side so it was out of her way. Y/N kept her lips on his as she did the action, but she pulled away to speak into his ear. She kissed his cheek and then the skin underneath his ear.
Y/N set her palm on his clothed cock, teasing him. “What do you want, baby?”
Stuart closed his eyes at the touch and told her exactly what he wanted. “I want your pretty lips around my cock so I can fuck your mouth before I fuck you senseless.” He mumbled.
Smiling, Y/N trailed kisses down his body just as he had done to her earlier that night. He kept his eyes on her as she went further down with each peck. Her lips placed sweet kisses over his shoulder, his chest, his abs, and finally stopped right above the waistband on his pants. She stopped and looked at the clothed erection and placed a teasing kiss over his pants. His hips bucked at the action and Y/N giggled before unbuttoning his khakis and pulling them down his legs along with his grey boxer briefs.
She grabbed his cock in her hand, thumb running over the tip where pre-cum had been collected. She leaned in and ran her tongue up the underside of his dick and a groan came from Stuart up above her. Y/N circled her tongue around his swollen tip and Stuart's eyes fluttered closed. He gripped the couch cushion when she took him fully in her mouth and started bobbing, the skin around his knuckles turning white from the tight grip he had. When she slightly grazed her teeth over his cock, he let out a loud moan that bounced off the walls. Y/N moaned at the fact that Stuart was getting such pleasure from what she was doing and that only made Stuart groan.
He let her keep bobbing her head up and down on his member. His free hand moved to the back of her head and guided her along at the pace he wanted. It wasn't too fast, but it wasn't too slow; it was perfect. She took him in all the way, his dick hitting the back of her throat. Her hands rested on his thighs, looking up at him and seeing his mouth in a perfect ‘o’ shape. “I'm not going to last long, baby.” He groaned, hips bucking once again as she ran her tongue up the vein on the underside of him. Stuart pushed her off of him gently, her lips coming off of him with a slight pop.
“I need to come inside your warm pussy.” He mumbled, Y/N shivering at his words. “Lay back, baby.” She obliged and laid down on the couch, Stuart crawled up her body, fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra and unhooking the lacy material.
Stuart ran his eyes up her naked body, amazed that this woman was all his. “You're so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” Softly, he placed his lips on the skin underneath her breast. He opened his mouth slightly and started sucking, leaving purple patches on her body.
“Stuart, I need you.” Y/N whimpered. Stuart pulled away and positioned himself right above her body. He grabbed his cock, lining up with her entrance. Y/N placed her hands on his back, underneath his arms, fingernails digging into the pale skin as he pushed himself into her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, head falling back, hair scattered across the cushions. Stuart started thrusting almost immediately. He slid in and out slowly, as if he was trying to be a tease. His arms moved so he was resting on his forearms as his planted his lips on hers, kissing with all his love.
It almost felt as if her entire body was on fire. The feeling of pleasure causing her to wrap her legs around his waist, he was now reaching a whole new spot. Stuart was the only guy who'd ever been able to find her sweet spot. “Stuart…” She moaned against his lips.
“You feel so good, baby girl. I-I, oh, god.” He groaned, a shiver coursing through his body. Stuart leaned his forehead against hers, lips rubbing against each other's as he thrusted.
“Don't stop.” She opened her eyes, looking into his lustful gaze.
“If that's what you want.”
Y/N let out a sigh of pleasure. “That's all I want, Stu.” Stuart growled and started thrusting faster, his hip bone knocking against hers. The faster he went, the louder Y/N moaned. Her moans eventually turning to screams. Her fingernails scratched down his back and to the small of his back.
Stuart placed his hand underneath her back, lifting her up so their bare chests were pressed together. He started grinding himself into her, the friction building up both of their highs. She started to clench around his member and he knew she was close. Before they finished their intimate moment together, he had to say one last thing. “Y/N?” He groaned. A hum came from her mouth as her high was building up by the second.
“I love you.”
The three words threw her over the edge, Stuart falling quickly behind and coming along with her. He continued thrusting sloppily so they could ride out their highs together. His forehead fell onto her shoulder. He flipped their bodies, her head laying in the crook of his neck, palm resting over his heartbeat, she could feel it slowly steadying. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, his fingers running up and down her smooth skin.
Y/N smiled as she thought of their night. She turned her head to look up at him and saw his eyes were closed. Leaning up, she placed a quick peck on his lips. He hummed in content at the feel of her lips on his and returned the gesture. Her hand cupped his cheek as she smiled into the kiss, prolonging it by just a few seconds. “What was that for?” His eyes opened once she pulled away.
“I just,” She sighed, eyes flickering over his face. “I love you, Stuart.”
Stuart smiled and ran his fingers through her messy hair. “I love you, too, Y/N.”
Later that night, after Stuart and Y/N had gotten dressed and headed back to the rest of the group where everyone ended up getting in a fight with another group of guys. Something about Lyle’s lady friend. But after they were kicked out, Billy and Nick took them to the Golden Gate Bridge. They had all been out all night because the sun was on its way to rising. The sky a light blue, it was maybe four am. Stuart stood next to Nick and they looked at the view in front of them.
“Look at that view!” Nick said to Stuart. “Come on, you're not going to see that in your little four inch screen. You got to look up!”
Stuart scoffed, but continued looking out into the distance. “Buddy, you were an animal out there tonight.”
“You were. Did you have a good time?” Nick asked, tilting his head.
“Yeah, it was all right.” Stuart told him.
“‘It was all right’, why do you do that?”
“What do you mean? Do what?” Stuart furrowed his eyebrows.
Nick shook his head. “Lowball me like that! I'm not going to take away your cool guy card if you admit you give a shit about something, or, god forbid, you have a great time.”
Stuart let out a breathy laugh and cleared his throat. “Um… all right. It was fun.”
“Stewie…” Nick sighed. Stuart shrugged. “Come on!”
“All right, what? What do you want me to say? That it was the best night of my life?”
Nick nodded. “Only if it's true.”
Stuart sighed defeatedly and looked at his shoes, then back up to his blonde companion. “Alright, it was the best night of my life.” He smiled.
“Does it have anything to do with her?” Nick nodded towards Y/N who was talking to Neha and Billy. A smile graced her face followed by a contagious laugh.
“It has everything to do with her.” Stuart mumbled. Y/N caught his gaze, her smile growing and she excused herself from her two friends. She walked up to Stuart and wrapped her arms around his torso, standing on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. His tummy fluttering at the action.
Nick smiled and stood up from the table he was sitting on. “I'll leave you guys to it.”
“You ready to go home?” She asked, laying her head in his chest.
“Let's stay a little longer.” He wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on the top of her head.
The girl snuggled into his arms, holding onto him tighter. “I love you, Twombly.”
Stuart felt a smile tug at his lips. He whispered the saying into her ear, happy he could finally say those words to her. “I love you, too, Y/L/N.”
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knight in shining armor || stuart twombly
word count: 2325
warnings: none, just fluff
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author’s note: enjoy this cute little imagine of stuart! thanks to @sarcasticallystilinski for letting me run the idea by her!
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Fifteen minutes.
Thirty minutes.
Forty-five minutes.
At this point, sitting at the table was just embarrassing. He was fifteen minutes late. Sure, five minutes isn't about deal, but nearly an hour? Forty-five minutes is basically a felony.
It would've been fine if he sent a text message saying “I’ll be late,” or at least called, but nope. Y/N checked her phone constantly and it was empty of any text messages from him. Everyone in the restaurant had began giving her looks of sympathy. She began to hear whispers talking about how her date wasn't coming.
“Oh, that poor girl.”
“Should we say something?”
“No, honey. She got stood up.”
The waitress that had came and went seven times now, came back for an eighth time. “Are you sure I can't take your order?” Arlene had asked. Y/N had learned the middle aged woman's name and Arlene began to show sympathy towards her.
“Just five more minutes, please.” Y/N pleaded with her eyes.
Arlene sighed, but nodded her head. “Of course, dear. Just let me know if you want anything.”
The looks from the people in the restaurant were beginning to get worse. She started to feel worse and worse about herself. The strong built confidence she'd had when she walked in the doors of the fancy, expensive restaurant, was slowly diminishing.
This was a guy she'd just recently gotten in touch with once again. She knew him from high school and he was the it guy. Popular jock, threw the best parties, homecoming king. Her dream boy from high school. When he messaged her out of the blue a week ago, it seemed as if everything was falling into place. She'd just finished college and everything was stable in her life. She had an amazing job, a nice apartment, and a well running car. It only seemed to right to have the perfect boyfriend. Except he apparently wasn't the guy to play the perfect boyfriend she wanted.
Her eyes remained on the door, hoping just crossing her fingers that he would walk in and make her look like less of a fool. Four of the five minutes she'd asked for had passed. Forty-five minutes had seemed like enough embarrassment for one night. Y/N checked her phone to see if there were any messages and there was one. A text message from her mother wishing her a good evening with her date for the night. She sighed, her disappointment very obvious, and shoved her phone in the small purse she'd brought with her for the night.
Before she could stand up from her comfortable seat, a voice interrupted the deafening silence from the seat in front of her. “Babe, I am so sorry I'm late. Traffic was terrible.” An unfamiliar man spoke very loudly and took the seat in front of her. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, but she stayed seated.
“My name’s Stuart. Just go with it. Whoever didn't bother showing up is a total dick.” The man added quietly. Y/N decided to go with it as he said. Not every guy would come to the rescue like this and besides, he was very cute. Swoon worthy, as Y/N’s seventeen year old sister would put it. His face was scattered with beauty marks that she wished to run her fingers over, his lips were pink and plump. The breathtaking honey eyes were covered by black rimmed glasses and he was dressed very nicely, in a black tux.
The whispers that had once filled her ears were replaced with absolute silence. Stuart's arrival shut them up real quick. Y/N smiled and whispered. “I'm Y/N.”
Arlene had come back up to the table with two menus. She handed one to both Stuart and Y/N. “It's about time you showed up. This beautiful girl doesn't deserve to be alone.”
“I completely agree. I'm sorry I'm so late, my love.” Stuart winked causing Y/N’s smile to grow bigger and a small laugh to fall from her lips.
“I'll let you two get situated before I come back and take orders.” Arlene smiled before walking away.
Stuart put his eyes on the menu casually as if this was something he did all the time. “Is this something you do for every lonely girl in a restaurant?”
Stuart looked back to Y/N and smiled. He shook his head. “Nope, this is my first time. Like I said, whoever stood you up is a dick.”
“Well, thank you, Stuart. What made you come over here in the first place?” She pondered. Y/N leaned forward and placed her chin in her hand.
“I was sitting over there with some of my friends from work for a celebratory dinner when I saw you. You've been sitting here by yourself all night and I thought you were heart stoppingly beautiful. My friends finally gave me the courage to come over here and save you from embarrassment.” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder to a group of five people. Two older men, a blonde, and a very tall man with dark hair; one with thinner glasses than Stuart's, a beautiful girl with dark skin, and a younger looking Asian boy.
Y/N saw that the five people were all looking back at her and Stuart. She waved shyly with a smile, causing them all to cheer. Surrounding people looking at them in the process. A small laugh escaped her mouth as she watched them shoot Stuart a thumbs up once he looked back at them. “Sorry about them. They're very… loud, as you can see.”
“Don't apologize, they seem like a fun group of people.”
“They are. Great people to work with.” He smiled and leaned towards Y/N, placing his arms in the table for stability.
“Oh yeah! You said that you guys were celebrating something?” She took a sip of the wine from the glass she hadn't touched in awhile.
Stuart smiled and scratched his jawline. His slender fingers momentarily capturing her attention before returning back to him. “I work at Google with all of them.”
“Google?” Y/N beamed, eyes widened in amazement.
“Yeah, we just finished our internships and won jobs. We start working next summer.”
“Wow! Stuart, that's amazing.”
“Thank you, but enough about me. Tell me about you.” He offered.
Y/N bit her bottom lip, trying to think of what she could start with. “Well, I'm just barely coming out of college. I'm actually a teacher. I teach five year olds at an elementary school.”
“You enjoy that?” Stuart seemed genuinely concerned and that made Y/N grin slowly.
She nodded, smile still on her lips. “I do. I love children. Especially when they're that young. Spend a day in a classroom with sixteen of them and you'll see some very funny things.”
“I have no doubt about that.” A heart-warming chuckle came from his mouth, the sound making Y/N giggle in response.
“Glad to see you didn't kill him for being so late.” Arlene’s gentle voice cut into their laughing. The two looked up at the older woman and saw a look of admiration on her face as she watched them together.
“The least I can do is make her laugh.” Stuart told the waitress. “It's a very beautiful sound to hear.” A small blush burned Y/N’s cheeks at his kind words.
“You two are just the cutest.” Arlene prepared herself to write on her small notepad. “What can I get for you two love birds?” Y/N and Stuart told the kind woman their orders before she brought back another bottle of wine for the two of them to share.
The rest of the night was spent together as they ate dinner and laughed at the stories they heard from one another. Stuart kept feeding her funny stories that had happened this summer with the group just because her laugh was that amazing. It was like music to his ears.
Y/N threw her head back as she listened to the story of how Stuart and his group played Quidditch as one of the team work challenges they had. Every single detail of it was hilarious and had endless giggles coming from her mouth. “Flashdance? Isn't that movie from the eighties?” A tear of laughter fell from her eye.
“That's what I said. This whole summer, it was kind of our inspiration. Without those two guys, we wouldn't have won the internships.” He laughed alongside her.
“Did you ever watch Flashdance?” Y/N giggled.
Stuart nodded with a proud look on his face. “I did and I don't regret any moment of it. It's better than I thought it would be.”
“I'll keep that in mind next time I'm looking for something to watch.” Y/N looked around the restaurant and saw it was clear for the most part. Clicking the home button on her phone, she checked the time to see it read eleven thirty.
“Stuart, it's almost midnight.” Y/N said in shock.
“Are you serious?” He checked the watch in his wrist and his eyes widened. “Wow, I didn't even realize how late it was.”
“Me either. I should probably get going, though.” Y/N sighed.
Stuart did the same and pushed the chair back so he could stand up. “Yeah, I probably should, too. Do you need a ride home or anything?”
“No, I brought my own car. Thank you for the offer though.”
“Of course. Anytime.” Stuart smiled that gorgeous grin that Y/N had gotten butterflies in her tummy from all night.
“You can walk me to my car if you'd like.” Y/N offered. Stuart nodded and the two walked out of the restaurant side by side and out to the parking lot. Since it was still summer, the slight breeze was still warm and was comfortable to be in. Eventually a white Toyota came into view and Y/N stopped walking. “This is me.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets as he stood in front of Y/N. “I had a really good time tonight. You have a great personality, Y/N.”
A slight blush dusted over her cheeks and her chest. “I did, too. Thank you. For being my knight in shining armor tonight.”
“It was my pleasure.” Stuart whispered. Y/N looked back up at him and saw his face leaning towards hers. She didn't stop him or herself from continuing the movement she soon realized they were both making. Their lips slowly pushed against each other's. Stuart pulled his hands from his pockets and put them on her waist, pulling her closer.
Y/N’s arms wrapped around his neck and she could feel her foot raise off the ground and do the pop. Stuart moved his hand to her face when a piece of hair fell from behind her ear. His hand pushed it back, but he kept his hand on the back of her head, fingers in her silky hair.
Her fingers ran over the moles on his face that'd she been wanting to touch all night. His lips worked softly against hers and immediately they fell in sync with each other. Y/N ran her tongue over the seam of Stuart's lips and asked for entrance, which he allowed.
Stuart pushed her back against the car and the immediate sound of her car alarm startled the both of them, causing them to pull away from each other like they'd been caught doing something they weren't supposed to. She turned off the car alarm to stop the annoying noise it made. Y/N looked at Stuart and saw his glasses just a little crooked. Chuckling, she adjusted them on his face. “There ya go.”
“You have a little…” Stuart pointed to the corner of his mouth. She took the hint and rubbed her lip trying to get whatever Stuart was talking about off her face. “It's still there.” He chuckled.
She repeated the action. “What about now?”
“Let me get it for you.” He mumbled and cupped her face, stepping closer.
Y/N realized what Stuart was doing and smiled. Once again, their lips met, but this kiss was more rushed and needy. He could feel her smile into the kiss as his lips brushed over hers in an electrifying way.
The kiss was short but had more feeling than she expected. He leaned his forehead against hers and let their noses touch. “There's nothing on my face, is there?” She whispered against his pink lips.
“No, I just wanted to kiss you again.” He nuzzled his nose against hers playfully. At the playful gesture, a giggle sounded from her mouth. “I would really like to see you again. Can I take you out on a date? For real this time?”
“Definitely.” She quickly pecked his lips and rubbed her hands down his chest. “You have my number, text or call me tomorrow morning and we can do something if you're free.”
“I will.” He smiled. “I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful. Have a goodnight.” Stuart placed a kiss in her cheek before letting her go.
That night when Y/N got home, she walked inside and fell against the door after it had closed. Finally, she had time to process her night and how amazing it ended up being. She dropped her heels on the floor and touched her still swollen lips with her fingertips. The delicious burn from his touch felt almost like a tattoo. It didn't show any sign of leaving. Somehow, she could still taste him and it was intoxicating.
Y/N smiled as she thought about the next day. She didn't have to worry about not seeing him again because she knew that this wasn't a one time thing. The whole night made her totally forget about the person she originally made plans with that night. What did she ever even see in Graham?
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