#thanks for checkin in darling

[powderblueblood]

How is chapter 10 going of hellfire and ice? Could we possibly have a crumb of dialogue pls pls

i'll be so real with you NOT GREAT BESTIE, i'm having a rough..... month that's making my brain yadda yadda yadda ANYWAY i do have a little bare bones somethin somethin from the notes

“Al mentioned that… he might be taking over some… shit your dad had left unfinished.” A cold shock knifes through you. “Why would he do that?” “Because he’s a squirrel trying to get a nut.” “What?” “I don’t know. He said… Look, he wanted me to get close to you, kind of. Keep an eye on you. Talking about how you're an in--” You go rigid, Eddie's fingers still warm around yours. “Oh?” And then they tighten. “I told him no. No way. This was… in motion long before he came back into the picture. I've been... Hey?” Eddie nudges his shoulder into yours, eyes searching your faraway face. "Hey. Don't go there. This is not that." "I'm not. I'm not going there." You beg realism to beat its way into your expression, not the falling and forlorn look you're positive you're wearing. “But to anyone else, it sure would sweeten the deal. Wouldn’t it?” Get your dick wet, blow my life up, help dipshit daddy win for once, the worst part of your brain, the part that doesn't believe you deserve to have your hand held, utters. But not loud enough for it to overtake. The way Eddie's looking at you turns the volume right down. “I’m not anyone else, Lace. Don’t know if you’ve picked up on that.” He sounds so sure. Oh no, the way the hard edges of your eyes go soft. Oh no, the way your chest feels like caving. "I have."

[wherewritersgotodie-blog]

Workin’ Hands (pt. 1) (Kit Walker x reader)

Pt. 1, Pt. 1.5, Pt. 2

can you resist the town player asking you out on a date after finding you on a lonely street late at night?

warnings: player!kit. smoking. misogyny?

Massachusetts, 1962

“Got a light, gorgeous?” you hear a voice out from the darkness behind you. You jump, turning to face the source.

Kit Walker. Town playboy. Gorgeous, but a total rascal. A dog, you heard.

“Yes,” you nod, taking a lighter out from your small handbag.

You’re stuck on the side of the road, car broken down, the hood popped, not that you knew anything about how you’d even begin to fix it.

You flick the lighter and he raises his eyebrow, smirking. He leans into the fire, putting the end of his cigarette to it, breathing. “Thank you, miss.” He pauses, tilting his head to the side. “Car gone bust?” he says, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Yeah, and I don’t have the slightest clue how ta’ fix it,” you sigh, looking at it, tilting your head as well.

He walked to the car, leaving his cigarette in his mouth as he talks. “This is why women shouldn’t be driving,” he says, smiling.

“Oh, really? Only women’s cars break down?” you check him.

“No, but you haven’t got the mind to fix it up, I’m sure,” he affirms, leaning over the hood.

“Girls are every bit as capable as boys, it’s just that no one bothers to teach us,” you cross your arms, looking at him. He turns around, walking to you.

“Show me your hands,” he smiles.

“Why?” you ask him, turning your head to the side slightly.

“I’m checkin’ somethin’, sweetheart,” he smirks.

You put your hands out. He uses his hands to turn them over facing up, then looks at your palms.

“Honey, these ain’t workin’ hands,” he says, running his fingers over the inside of your hand. “Feel mine,” he presses the end of his fingers against yours, rubbing them back and forth, “They’re all calloused so I can work with my hands. But your hands… your hands are soft as a daisy,” he says, running the back of his fingers over your palm to emphasize his point. “They’re for girls’ things. Ain’t no offense meant, it’s just true.”

You stay silent, looking up at him. He’s satisfied by this. He walks back to the car, then sits in the drivers seat. He gets out, looks at you as he shuts the door, and says, “Aww, darling,” he speaks like you’re a child, “The second brake was on, sugar.”

You blush, feeling foolish for not noticing your car had been fine, you simply pushed a wrong button.

“Aw, it’s alright, sweetheart, you couldn’t’a known,” he says with a condescending tone.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Alright, well, thank you very much, sir,” you say, shaking his hand.

He shakes it firmly, then smiles, “Your hands are softer than most, I’d say.”

“Is that so?” you ask.

“Yes, ma’am,” he nods. “You’re a lovely thing, you know? You shouldn’t be out here alone so late at night.”

“Well, Gosh, I didn’t mean to, but I was working late and then,” you shake your head, “Well, you know the rest.”

He smiles, “I do.”

“Alright, well, have a good night,” you attempt to end the conversation again.

“I’m Kit. Kit Walker,” he says, stepping to the side so he was in line with your feet again.

“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you say.

“Hm. Lovely name for a lovely girl,” he smiles, throwing his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. “(Y/L/N),” he reflects, “Oh, yeah, Mr. (Y/L/N), he comes into the shop sometimes.”

“Oh, my, please don’t tell my father you saw me out here,” you beg him, panicking.

“Woah, woah, I’m not tellin’ anybody anything,” he put his hands up. “Why, your dad strict or something?”

“Oh, very,” you respond.

“Oh yeah? How so?” he walks closer to you, crowding your space slightly.

“Well, I ain’t supposed to talk to boys, first of all,” you say quietly, looking away from him.

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, putting a toothpick from his pocket between his teeth. “So you can’t date?” he smirks.

“You’re not being very appropriate,” I respond.

“Hey! I’m not askin’ for any reason, I’m just wonderin’,” he smiles.

“No, I can’t date.”

“Well, that’s a shame, I would have asked you out,” he rolls the toothpick around with his tongue.

‘Just wonderin’.’ You shake your head. “I’ve heard things about you, Kit Walker,” you shake your head, almost scolding him.

“Like what, sugar?” he smirks.

“That you hang around lots of girls,” you retort.

“Well, I don’t date none of ‘em,” he says. “I’d take you out, I’d make you my girlfriend. Easy.”

“Right,” you say, walking to your car door.

He runs up behind you, cornering you against the car. “C’mon, you owe me! Just one date, then you never have to see me again,” he smiles.

“Alright, fine. One,” you say. “And it stays between you and me,” you nod once.

“You got it, sugar.”

They’re so easy.

[willsimpforanyone]

hii i was wondering if you could make a leo valdez x child of apollo!reader

just like where the other apollo kids are overprotective and leo trying to convince them to let them date reader

i can definitely do this

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you weren't the youngest of your siblings by a long shot

not anymore

but the older ones still felt a duty to you from when you were only seven and came to camp

sometimes it was sweet

when they let you take point in capture the flag so they could focus on protecting you rather than getting the flag themselves

you have a vivid memory of being hoisted on the oldest brother's shoulders when you were ten and being paraded around camp when the apollo cabin won for the first time in months

sometimes though

their protectiveness was a pain in your ass

leo was unbelievably cute

so cute

so funny and smart and he honestly seemed to adore you

but every time you tried to go talk to him just the two of you

a darling sibling of yours would swoop in and take you by the arm

saying something about strategy or target practice

eventually you called a cabin meeting

'i think you all know why you're here'

they protested, saying they had no idea! what do you mean! they're innocent!

'uh huh, so you don't remember killing any attempt i make at spending time with my boyfriend?'

the oldest brother, jordan, sighed, resting his hands on your shoulders

'look, you're our baby! even if you're one of the oldest, we worry!'

even you had to admit, through your irritation, it was sweet

'alright, look, how about you meet leo?'

every face lit up

'no no no, not all of you'

sad faces

'just some of you, i promise you he's super sweet and you'll like him!'

which is how you ended up with leo sitting in the apollo cabin on a chair

they may as well have put a spotlight on the poor boy

you were sitting next to him, hand in his

jordan stepped up

'so, what makes you think you can date our sibling, huh?'

leo visibly swallowed

'uh, i-i care about them, a lot, and isn't it their decision anyway?'

jordan scoffed

'that's not what we're talking about, answer the question better'

leo was flushed a dark red

you squeezed his hand reassuringly

leo shot you a small smile and stood up

'okay, first of all this is insane, you realise this?'

every single sibling nodded their head

'okay good, just checkin'. okay, the fact that this is their decision is core to my argument, so just let me make it. if they decide to date me, doesn't that speak to my character? they are intelligent, wise, careful, they know that if i fuck up they have an entire cabin that will absolutely kick my ass in every concievable way- would they want to date me if they didn't think i was worth it?'

you were grinning madly, even some siblings were considering

leo continued

'sure, i may be a moron sometimes but i'm smart enough to realise what an amazing person they are, don't you trust their judgement? i trust that if they're unhappy or uncomfortable or anything, they will tell me'

he looked over to you

'and i am very aware that they can kick my ass themselves if it comes to it'

you nodded, smiling

'it's true, we've proved it'

jordan, as the leader of this interrogation, stepped forward, arms crossed

there was a tense silence for a moment before he relaxed, putting his hands in his pockets

'yeah, okay. you're right, i do trust them'

he winked at you

'don't know if i can attest to their smarts but-'

he turned back to leo

'-you seem prepared to accept the consequences if you should cause them any kind of pain'

leo held his hand out to shake

'yes sir'

jordan shook his hand

'now get out of my cabin'

leo saluted, pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and darted out the cabin

'so? we good?' you asked

you were swarmed by your siblings, practically gushing over leo

jordan ruffled your hair

'all good, kid'

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i hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting!

[disniq]

Hello hello checkin in on your birfday

Hope you're having a great day! 🎉🎉🎉🎂🎂🎂♥️♥️♥️

Ahhh, thank you darling 🥰

It's going good, thank you! Feathers and I have some angst to reread 😁

[literary-vandal]

hey my darling, i just wanted to check jn and say i hope you’re doing good and i hope life is treating you as well as it possibly can 🫶🏽

omg thank you so much!!!!! i really appreciate you reaching out and checkin in <3 i'm happy to say life is on the upswing! hope you've been well too :) i'll be getting back to posting but wanted to thank you for your patience and concern. it really means a lot to me. <3 cheers~

[rayshippouuchiha]

Ray I can’t handle this triple prong assault of positivity regarding my writing right now 😭 Especially because I feel like I haven’t written and released anything recently (time is a lie, I honestly don’t know when I posted ;my last fic but I ain’t checkin’ it)

First you, who always pumped up my work when I rant to you about it, than oh my god Lady Raine's very unexpected super long review and then you again with posting love and my partner, bless him, who has never read a goddamn thing that I've wrote but still supports me and just made the most 'well of course your writing is good and people should appreciate it' and I am having Emotions this week about it all apparently

So thank you Ray darling, for inspiring me to write (and I will never apologize for the clown thing, because it turned out really really good, but I promise to do more things you actually like in the future ;) promise. Or maybe not, there's a magical girl AU in my drafts and uh, it's something alright)

You're just getting the love and support you deserve darling.

I can't wait to see what you come up with in the future even after the clown thing.

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

Hii honey, it’s been a while my god i missed you miel Suz. Unfortunately, i had a mental breakdown and didn’t want to do anything cause my boyfriend went back to his country and it destroyed me ngl😞 but he reassured me and we talk a lot so I’m feeling better and college just kill me, i was sick really but I’m feeling better and i wanted to say hi to my dear honey Suz😘 Love you Suz and i hope everything’s going well for you😘

Je t’aime miel Suz, je pense fort à toi❤️

-🍯-

MY DEAR HONEY!!!!!!!! 

I came back on to lurk during a small break between my studies and I see your cute message!!! 

I am so so sorry you experienced that! Are you doing better now? Im so sorry ugh I wish I could give you the biggest hug right now. Hopefully you can see your boyfriend again soon!!!! 

College is also destroying me thoroughly - I dont think I've ever felt like I had as much free time and as little time as I do now studying for my finals. You will get through your studies as well!!! I wish you all the luck, and am really happy youre feeling much better now!

I hope you are doing much much better and thank you so much again for checkin in one me!!!! I love you lots back!!! <3 

[tinalbion]

“I Fall In Love Too Easily”

Rusty Nail x AFAB!fem Reader

The Sassy Cat Saga Part 4

Rating: Explicit; Murder, mentions of murder, slight stalking, guy harassing reader, dirty talk, praise, grinding, blowjob, vaginal sex, softness, establishing relationships, aftercare, cuddling

Length: 7.2k (I am so sorry holy shit)

A/N: So my friend Doll and I were trying our hardest to come up with a name for the man, and we both just sorta settled on Roy? Idk if you guys agree, but I’d love to hear your ideas for his name! 

You had stared at yourself in the mirror for much longer than you anticipated as your fingers ran through your hair after your shower, the strands being coated with the hair product you slathered onto your palms. You hummed a song absent-mindedly while you thought about him again, it was always where your mind went these days, and it was hard to think about anything but him. If his intention was to claim your mind and soul, he did an extremely great job at it. 

His job was still running him a bit behind so you had some spare time to tidy up for his arrival, you wanted to cook him something to welcome him back, but you hadn't a clue about whatever he preferred. To hell with it, you'd surprise him and you'd try your best. 

You got ready for your workload for the day as you headed downstairs off toward the living room, thankful that you had a stay-at-home job to work with and they granted you a lot of leeways if necessary. As a sales representative through the company, you had to admit that you had it kind of easy, and the commuting was something you loved as part of the job. But focusing wasn’t exactly your strong suit either, so you hoped today would go a little faster. 

As you sat down at the small desk where you had everything set up, your phone buzzed and the screen lit up with Rusty’s name on it. He was bad at sending texts, he was more of a talker, which you didn’t mind when it came down to him. It was cute how bad he was at it though, how he’d try to send you messages if he knew you had work, how he’d still want to check in on you. Today was no different.

‘Good morning, darling, checkin in on you, was on the road late last night, got a late start. Have a good day. Rusty’

Short, sweet, and to the point. 

You smiled as you quickly tapped out a response and set it back down on the desk and got to work. You wanted to talk more with him, but you had to earn a paycheck, so he would have to wait. As you signed in to your profile for work, your mind was forced to focus on the tasks in front of you. Your fingers typed furiously and your headset rang constantly, but at the end of the day, it was always satisfying to remove the headset and disconnect from being that customer service person. 

It was close to dinnertime when you decided to find something quick and easy to pop into the microwave since you hadn’t planned anything out, so you grabbed your phone and headed into the kitchen while you opened the phone to Rusty’s number. The line rang and rang, but there was no answer from him, which wasn’t exactly odd for him, he was busy. So you sighed and set the phone down and rummaged through the fridge. 

You ate at the kitchen counter and waited for Rusty to respond, but maybe a lot was happening on his end, you just shouldn’t have to worry, as he said. He’d be fine, you’d be fine. But after you hadn’t heard anything in hours from him, even as you were sliding into bed, your mind screamed out at you that something was off. 

Miles and miles away, Rusty had dealt with some asshole trying to break into his big rig while he was out buying more cigarettes in a nearby bar, some hyped-up junkie biker thinking he could score big stealing something from the truck to pay for his next fix. Poor guy had no idea what was coming to him as the large driver of the truck walked up right behind him and held him into a chokehold.

The guy screamed and thrashed around in Rusty’s grasp but he barely moved his assailant, Rusty just laughed and made a quick jerk with his arm, and then snap, the man went limp in his arms and he dropped the guy to the ground without a second thought. To hell with discarding the body, he had shit to do and places to go, he had you to get back to. 

The guy's pals in the bar didn’t agree with Rusty’s actions after they’d found their friend, but they had to get the hell out of there before someone else was picked off. Unluckily for them, Rusty was hot on their trail as he stalked them. As much as he loved to fuck with them a bit on the radio, he didn’t grant them that pleasure, he was in a rush trying to get back, he had no time for this stupidity. 

His expression was stone cold as the cool feeling of the crowbar in his hand centered him, and as he slashed the tires of the guys’ bikes when they were running off into their headquarters, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

One of the bikers peeked their head out from the window and watched as the crowbar destroyed one of their bikes, Rusty’s laugh only grew more menacing. 

“Y’know, your little stunt back there kept me from a very important date, gentleman, and I really don’t appreciate the delay y’all have caused me.” He only smiled as he flipped open the zippo as he neared the building, that conveniently smelled strongly of gasoline. “Guess when you find out my next move, y’all gonna be surprised. It’s gonna be a hell of a bang.” 

That was two days ago.

As you tried your best not to be that person and constantly message him, you almost cried with relief when you heard your phone go off and saw it was his name. You snatched your phone from the counter and answered with shaky breath.

“Rusty? Rusty, please tell me you’re okay, you had me so worried.”

“Hey darlin’,” he greeted in his usual tone, “sorry about that nonsense, got held up and my truck wasn’t doin’ so good. We’re all fine now, everything’s okay.”

“Shit, you have no idea how panicked I was, I didn’t even know how to help if something was wrong, I-” You stopped and took a deep breath, hoping to suppress the nerves and the tears that threatened the corners of your eyes. “I’m just happy you’re okay.”

“It’s kinda nice hearin’ you worry about me, Y/N, kind of a nice feeling, y’know?” He tried to play it off as teasing you, but that playful edge wasn’t there and you picked up on it immediately. 

“Rusty, come back home, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’m comin’, don’t you worry. I should be back in about two days. You gonna be there at your place?” 

“I will be, yeah,” you assured him. “Just text me if you need to or if something changes, okay, please?”

He chuckled at how frantic you sounded. “Surprised you didn’t call more with you soundin’ so worried.” 

You sighed and ran your fingers over your hair, placing your palm on the top of your head as you paced back and forth. “Well it’s not like I wasn’t worried, I just didn’t want to be THAT person who seemed all clingy and needy, blowing up your phone like a jealous girlfriend.”

“Is that what you are?”

“What, jealous? No, I-”

“No baby girl, I mean the girlfriend part. Is that what you wanna be?”

You paused, the color in your cheeks probably drained as you stood there in silence for a second to think of what to say. “I mean, I was maybe gonna talk about that when you were back- I mean, if you wanted to since those sort of talks seem to be more personal and require a more intimate setting…”  

He smirked as you spoke, your nerves on end as you stumbled over your words, he couldn’t help but chuckle at how simplistic this feeling felt. It felt normal. “Well I get that, I just wanted to know what you think this is between us, ‘cause I wanna know how to greet you when I get back.”

Your face felt hot and you cleared your throat. “I uh, ooh boy, you sure know how to fluster a girl,” you joked. “But I guess just go with what feels right because I’m gonna be happy you’re here regardless.”

“Hmm,” he replied huskily. “I’ll talk to you soon, alright? You behave now, I’ll see you in a couple’a days Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Rusty, and please be safe?”

“For you? Anything.”

Your stomach felt that familiar sensation of lightness, it made you smile as you set the phone back down and you felt better than you had in days. He’d be back soon, you needed to think of something to do for him, anything that came to your mind, you wrote it down and scribbled things out and replaced them with other ideas. It was all you could do until you almost passed out on the couch.  

You awoke to the sound of your alarm on the day Rusty was supposed to come back, and you had so much to work on that you didn't even know where to start. The house was clean so that was taken care of, you had to possibly get a few things from the grocery store for dinner but that was about it, so you figured you'd look up some recipes and see what you could find. 

The drive for you was uneventful, but what was even better was that you were unaware of the looming black big rig that had been keeping a close eye on you from afar. Rusty's eyes were on you and he watched you carefully, and although he arrived earlier than expected, he figured he'd just watch you as he thought about the events from the other day. 

How he'd ever bring up his sketchy past to you was something he hadn’t thought about nor did he want to think about it, he figured he'd just not end up telling you at all. If you ever went to his place, he would be more than happy to help you avoid the shed where he had his little dice game displayed on the walls. But how would he end up keeping it from you forever, he didn't have the answers. 

But it didn't matter when he was suddenly dragged out of his thoughts when he saw a man walk up to you in the grocery store parking lot as you carried out several bags of things. 

"Ma'am, those look heavy, want me to help you out?"

"Oh, no I'm fine, thank you," you replied kindly and continued to make your way to your car. 

"Well, what about your number, could I get that? Just in case if you did need my help."

You looked uncomfortable as you stopped and turned around to greet the man once again. "Uh, no, I'm not interested." Your pace quickened as you tried to remember where you parked. 

The guy was persistent, you'd give him that, but it was starting to get very old very quickly. "Aww come on, what, you got a boyfriend or something?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

"Doesn't he allow you to have friends?" The guy remarked with enough sarcasm to set you off, but before you could try to give him a piece of your mind, you backed into something.

You looked up and saw Rusty standing right behind you, his hand protectively resting on your shoulder while he stared directly at the guy in front of you. 

"Is there a problem if I don't want my girl havin' scum suckers like you as a friend, when the first thing they'd try to do is get in her pants the first chance they got?" His voice was low, deep, and menacing. 

The guys eyes widened and he took several cautious steps back. "Look dude, I didn't want the bitch anyway-"

It was so fast you barely saw it happen, but Rusty stepped up and grabbed the man by his arm and gave it a dangerously strong squeeze. "I ever hear you call her, or another lady that ever again, you best believe it'll be your last muttered word on this earth, boy." 

The man took the first chance to escape once Rusty released his arm, and he bolted out of the parking lot and into a nearby parked car. Rusty's eyes followed him and remembered to mentally take down the make and model. It wouldn't be hard to find him later. But for now, his attention was back on you as he heard your sweet voice call out for him. 

"Rusty, I can't believe you're back already! Aw you ruined the surprise," your face fell and you looked sad. 

"Hey now, no poutin', I didn't ruin anything I swear, I just drove in and was gonna grab some food until I saw that man botherin' you," he lied easily. "I wasn't gonna come over till later tonight, if that's okay with you. Need to rest up a bit anyway."

Your surprise dinner was still on track, perfect. Your expression lightened and you walked to your car with Rusty right behind you, making sure you weren't bothered again. 

"Not gonna lie, that was pretty hot what you did back there, I never had anyone stand up for me like that."

He chuckled and helped you lift open the trunk as you placed your bags inside. "I just have a temper is all."

When your hands were free, you jumped into his arms, which took him by surprise, and kissed him as much as you could as he easily held your weight. He kissed you back and reveled in the moment he got to share with you for the first time in over two weeks. He didn't want to let go, but he picked up the sign when you released his arms.

"I've missed you so much," you sighed and hugged him properly. 

His arms wrapped around you as he brought a hand up to stroke your hair. "I missed you too, baby girl. Glad to be home. But I'll letcha go, okay? I still gotta shower." He pulled away and kissed the top of your head. "I'll be seein' you later. Stay safe."

You hummed happily. "Thanks, I'll see you later."

Rusty went back to his truck and looked up the license plate of the man who was harassing you, finding him rather easily as he searched up the address, his blood boiling as he even thought about him. It wasn’t supposed to end up this way, he wasn’t supposed to let you see him just yet, he just wanted to watch you for a while until he got back to your place, but fate always was so fickle. 

It seemed as if that shower was gonna have to wait a little longer. 

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You cooked up the best damn dinner you could, in your humble opinion, and it was all just about finished when you looked at the time on the clock that hung above your kitchen sink. Rusty should have been arriving soon, so you washed your hands and got to work with setting up the kitchen island since you absolutely hated the dining room, glasses and plates were set up nicely and you stood in the middle of the kitchen about to freak out. It had been such a short time that he’d been gone considering the stories he told of his job from before, he’d been gone for almost a year at one point, but you had no idea how to act around this man right now. We’re you a couple, were you just seeing where things went, or was it all a huge thing he’d break off the next time he left on the road? You knew better, you scolded yourself, you knew what he wanted and you knew what you wanted. Of course, whenever you felt that happiness, there was always a part of you that questioned it and wondered if it would work for you. 

You scoffed aloud to yourself as you walked back and forth as you tidied up here and there out of anxiousness. You figured you checked your outfit enough times and fixed up your makeup the way you wanted it, you’d think of just wiping it all off if you continued to mess with it. 

As always, you were blissfully unaware of Rusty’s presence as he watched you walk back and forth across your windows as he sat nestled in his truck, wiping away at his hands with a bloodied washrag. He didn’t want you to freak out if you saw the dried blood under his nails, so he took his sweet time to get it cleaned up before seeing you. He owed you that much.

He stepped out and grabbed the small bag he had with him, then walked up to your porch and hesitated, his hand raised in a fist as he was about to knock on the door. His nerves were also getting the better of him, his jaw clenched as he thought of that man at the grocery store with you. Would you be able to handle that nasty temper he had all the time? 

He brought his knuckles down onto the door and waited for you to answer, and he couldn’t help but laugh as he heard you possibly drop something on the floor in a panic. Damn, he thought you were already cute as it was, but the nerves on you made him adore you even more. When the door opened to reveal you looking like a deer caught in a set of headlights, he stared down at you and smiled. 

“Evening, darlin’, you’re lookin’ absolutely lovely if I do say so.”

You looked up at him and noticed he’d ditched the heavy brown jacket, he wore a clean blue flannel beneath the dark-colored fleece long sleeve. He still wore his hat and it seemed as if he shaved a little, but he knew you liked the stubble so he mostly kept it. 

“Wow uh, you look really good-” you cleared your throat and stepped back to open the door to allow him inside. “I mean you always do, obviously, it’s just uh, you’re like… Never mind, I’ll stop.”

“Did I ever tell you when you get nervous, it’s the cutest thing?”

Your eyes widened and you took a deep breath, trying to control your wild heartbeat. “Well thank you, at least it comes in handy for something, right?” A poor joke, but you appreciated him trying to lighten the mood. “So uh, I made dinner for us and I am so sorry, I never asked you what you like to eat, so I made a couple of dishes just in case.”

Rusty stepped inside and shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on the hook near the door, and then he turned to look at you with a face that said it all. “Please tell me you didn’t go outta the way to do that…” 

“Oh, uh, well…” You walked away and scratched the back of your head, hearing his heavy footsteps following you inside. “I didn’t know what to do without ruining the surprise. And hey, if there are leftovers, then you can take some home with you! It won’t go to waste.”

Rusty couldn’t help but laugh at your attempt to make it better on yourself, but he felt guilty that you went all out for him and wasted so much time and effort on him. “You really are somethin’ you know that?”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment,” you huffed as you led him to the kitchen. “Alright, well, whenever you’re ready, I can serve dinner for you, but what would you like to drink? I got a few things I picked up today.”

Rusty smiled and walked up beside you, setting the bag down onto one of the seats so he could reach out and cup the side of your cheek. “You don’t even know what we are and yet here you’re spoilin’ me, what’d I do to deserve all this?” He spoke softly as he stared down at you, his face that was once shrouded in mystery now snet butterflies through you whenever you looked into his shadowed eyes. 

“Uh, you helped me,” you stated simply. “You were respectful, you never did anything that would hurt me, I felt that I could trust you the same night you spent with me.”

You gestured for him to sit down as you spoke, so he sat there and watched as you grabbed a drink for him as you steadied your hands while you held it out for him to take. He grabbed it and watched you intently. “Y/N,” he said softly, “you must’a not found many people who treat you right, have ya?”

You paused for a moment and shook your head. “Not really.”

He brushed the side of your face, his fingers tangling in your hair. “Then I guess I got a lotta time to make up for, don’t I?”

You wanted to assure him he’d be wasting his time, but why not feel a little selfish for the first time in your life? He leaned down and placed a kiss on your mouth, and no matter how he kissed you, he always left you breathless and wanting more. Your hands reached up and tangled in his hair, lifting his cap up slightly as you hummed against him, but he pulled away and looked down at you almost with a scolding glare. 

“As much as I continue that, I don’t want your hard work goin’ to waste.” He offered you a smile as he allowed his hand to slip down and grabbed yours, pulling you along to the kitchen island. “Now, I hope I have the pleasure of eating your delicious cooking tonight, let’s see what ya got.”

And that’s when you showed him all you prepared for him, so many smaller dishes in case he was allergic or absolutely hated an ingredient, even you had to admit for someone who didn’t know what you two were, you went incredibly out of your way to impress this man. Guess you could say that you fall in love too easily, it wasn’t the first time it happened to you, but something in you felt that out of all the previous mistakes, Rusty wouldn’t be just a number.

After you had placed all the dirty dishes in the sink to clear the table, Rusty stood from his seat to help you out, then after, he picked up the bag he brought with him and pulled out a smaller vase filled with all sorts of flowers. 

“Almost forgot, didn’t know what kind you preferred, got you all sorts, hope you like ‘em,” he had never really given gifts like this before, but when he saw your eyes light up and you carried the vase off with a smile on your face, he knew you loved them. 

“Rusty, this was so sweet of you! Thank you, you honestly didn’t have to get me a thing, but they’re gorgeous! I think they’ll be perfect right here, in my window.” You placed them on the sill of the window that overlooked the backyard, the sun always came through that one and they’d flourish there. You turned back and offered him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “This was so sweet, thank you.”

“Glad to make you smile,” he replied.

“You don’t need flowers to do that, but it helps.”

You then pulled him into the living room where you told him to get comfortable, relax, and you’d get him another beer if he wanted, but all he did was reach out for you to sit beside him.

You both shared in conversations about what you liked to do outside of what you knew about his job, you asked about his past a bit, but he was still too guarded to touch on that for now, so you dropped it and answered his questions about yourself. When dinner was done and the drinks were refilled, you felt at ease as you sat back on the sofa as music played, Rusty’s arm draped around you as you both just sat there and enjoyed each other’s company, Rusty telling stories of his roadtrips for work was quality entertainment, but your hands wanted to explore him so badly as you scolded yourself to relax.

Rusty, on the other hand, was allowing his hand to touch you wherever, whether it was twirling your hair around his finger or letting his fingertip skate down the slope of your shoulder, he couldn’t help himself. As much as he wanted to jump right into it, he still held you on a pedestal and held you in high regard, he didn’t want to rush you into something you weren’t ready for even if he was used to taking what he wanted.You were somethin’ special, weren’t you?

“Mhm, this is nice,” you sighed happily as your hand rested on his chest, your finges played with one of the buttons while you nodded gently to the music. 

“It is, most definitely,” he agreed as he stretched out his legs, allowing himself to just enjoy the comfort and quiet. He could get used to this.

“So Rusty, I gotta ask, you remember what you said on the phone to me? About when you got here, you’d talk about uh, well, what this whole thing was. And I’ve been thinking a lot about it,” you confessed in a quiet tone, afraid to bring it up to him, but wanting to voice how you felt. 

He didn’t look annoyed in the slightest as he turned his head to look down at you. “Oh yeah? Tell me what you’ve been thinkin’, baby girl,” he encouraged. 

You gulped and smiled shyly as you turned your head away from him, you focused your gaze out the window. “I want to go steady with you, for sure, I know that means you could end up on the road for weeks, even months at a time, but I feel that whatever we’ve shared in has been too much to deny. There’s something here, between us,” you gestured between you both as you faced him again, trying your best to maintain eye contact. “I want this to be the official start. But I want you to tell me what you want, too.”

Rusty sighed as he stretched his shoulders out, rolling them forward as he thought of his words, tossing them around in his head. “I’ve had time to think on the road about everythin’ and whatnot, it’s been weighin’ on my mind. And I have to agree with you.” He watched as your eyes widened a little, but he continued on. “It’s been a heck of a whirlwind when I’ve been around you, it’s been somethin’ I hadn’t shared with anyone else, not like this. So yeah, if you wanna go through with this, I’m willin’ to start officially.”

You couldn’t hold in your excitement as you pushed yourself onto him and held onto him tightly, your body shifted where you were straddling his hips and he didn’t ignore it in the slightest. He was well aware that you were on top of him in a very promiscuous way, his body already reacting to how badly he wanted you, but this was a pure moment and he tried not to act out on those impulses just yet. Your arms wrapped around his neck while you kissed the side of his face, his stubble tickled your lips while you let out a playful laugh.

“So that means I’m officially your girlfriend?” you asked teasingly.

He chuckled. “Well I sure hope so,” he retorted and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against him, “would be kinda awkward if I said you weren’t.” What a tease. Thankfully he was wearing jeans or else the discomfort you both would have felt would have been awkward.

You leaned down and kissed him again, both hands sitting on either side of his shoulders while his hands skated along your waist, slowly rubbing your sides up and down. He shifted slightly beneath you and he couldn't help but inhale quickly as you moved with him, your thigh felt how hard he was already beneath you and your body stiffened. The promise he made with you on the phone now flooded into your memory, your skin felt hot all of a sudden, and your throat was scratchy and dry. It was then that he too realized it, his hands lowered slowly to your lower back, and then down to your ass. He pushed himself against your core and groaned low, the friction causing his body to size up for a moment. 

"Remember what I said when we were on the phone? When I asked you-"

"That the next time we see each other, yeah, I remember." He stared up at you and removed his hat, throwing it somewhere off to the side, and now you could finally see him in the light without any hint of mystery behind it. 

Your hands instinctively came up and ran through his hair, which was rather thick and so soft, the brown with the salt and pepper white and grey, it suited him so much. He watched you carefully as your hands rubbed his scalp and lowered to the back of his neck, Rusty’s eyes closed while your fingers massaged his neck and he couldn’t hold back the groan he let out. 

“That feels nice, baby girl,” he purred as he leaned his head back against the back of the couch. 

You smiled and began to kiss his neck, your mouth leaving gentle kisses all along him until you reached his jaw, the tickle of his facial hair made you pull away for a moment with a smirk, but you continued. He allowed you to take your time with him like this, feeling his large body beneath yours was one hell of a wake up call whenever he shifted, your hips firmly planted on him until you decided to be a hell of a tease and slowly buck your hips against him. Rusty groaned and felt the painful strain of his jeans against his erection, wanting to feel some sort of release, he reached down and slipped his fingers in between you both and moved himself. Naturally, his fingers rubbed against your clothed core, you let out a whine at the touch, but you didn’t stop kissing him. 

When his hand retracted from his jeans, you grabbed it and pulled his palm to your mouth, kissing every tip of his fingers as he watched you through half-lidded eyes. No woman ever took their time out like this, making sure he was taken care of and making sure he was worshipped. It was the little things that made him fall even harder for you. 

Your smile only grew when you saw him watching you intently, so you placed his hand on your chest, watching as his fingers flexed and grabbed you firmly, his hand practically covered you he was so large! You hummed happily and arched your back as you fell into his touch, then his other hand came in and did the same. He didn’t need to be told twice that you wanted him, but he’d be a fool if he were to rush this, so he took his time with you, even when he finally decided to remove your top. Pulling it over your head and tossing it aside was the quickest thing he’d done so far, but you sitting there in that bra only made him want to get rid of that just as quickly. You reached behind your back and discarded it yourself, wanting no more obstacles, you needed the warmth of him on you. 

When his hands grabbed you again, it was the most gentle thing you’d ever felt. You moaned out his name and bucked your hips again, causing him to groan out again. 

“You’re killin’ me,” he chuckled. 

All you did was grin and reach down to undo his buckle, you figured since he was treating you so good, it was the least you could do, and boy you were so nervous as your hands shook when you unzipped his jeans. He sprang out and fuck, your mouth watered at the sight. You thought he was big in stature, you had another thing coming when you saw what he was packing, and you were even more nervous now. 

“Mhm, thanks for that, kitty cat.”

“Jeez Rusty,” you laughed nervously, “I uh, I am not sure how I’m gonna handle all that…” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on ya,” he smiled and pulled you forward into him, his hands on your back while his mouth placed kisses all over your chest and neck, but he couldn’t help himself when he nipped at your clavicle. “I just wanna feel you, Y/N.”

You sighed while yo ufumbled with his flannel buttons, tearing at them as they popped open, revealing his undershirt. “You’re wearing too much, Rusty.”

He leaned forward and got rid of the flannel and the undershirt, leaving him in just his jeans, boots, and unbuckled belt. Fuck, he looked so good like this beneath you, and him without a shirt looked even better than you could have imagined, your hands roamed across his skin and admired the amount of muscles you saw. You now were sitting there with a sudden wave of insecurities washing over you, you weren’t sure how someone like this liked seeing you without your shirt, but he had chosen you for some reason and you’d live with that. You just wanted to focus on him tonight. 

“Did you wanna move somewhere more comfortable?” you asked softly, your eyes looking down at his mouth while you watched him lick his lips. “My room is upstairs, if you wanna-”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” he murmured and easily hoisted you up into his arms, your legs dangling as he threw you over his shoulder and laughed. 

“Rusty Nail, you absolute-”

“Oh hush it,” he replied as he smacked your ass, you bounced on his shoulder as he walked up the stairs and waited at the edge. “Where to now, little girl?”

You laughed and pointed to the left of the hallway at the end. “Last door.”

He smiled as he kicked it open with a booted foot and had a look around before he set you down with a small amount of force, watching as you bounced and giggled as your body settled on the mattress. Rusty stood at the foot of your bed and towered over you, but his gaze was pulled away from you to look around at your room. He didn’t know what he was expecting but it wasn’t this, he loved to see your personality shine through in the place you called home, and he couldn’t wait to explore it later on.

He hovered above you and placed his hands on either side of your head, leaning against the mattress while he began to kiss your neck again, his teeth grazing your flesh while your hands pulled him in again. His boots were soon kicked off carelessly somewhere off to the side, then as he stood to remove his jeans, you stopped him and sank to your knees while your hands replaced his. Rusty watched you maintain eye contact while your hands discarded his pants for him, then hung onto the hem of his boxers. 

“I wasn’t lyin’ when I said I need to feel your pretty little mouth, Y/N, think you can do that for me?”

Without a word, you stared at him and found the courage to discard the boxers altogether, the size of him in front of you was off putting, but you believed you could do it. Your hands grasped him and you placed him slowly in your mouth, your tongue pressed flat on the underside of his shaft, giving him exactly what he wanted but way too slow. You wanted to test the waters, tease him and see if you could handle it, but the quicker your pace got, the more determined you became. Both hands on him as you stroked as you slid your mouth off of him, allowing his head to release with a pop.

If the groans he let out above you were any indication of how you felt to him, it seemed you were doing an amazing job. ”Is it okay?” 

His head snapped back to look at you, his hand fisting some of your hair. “You’re takin’ me so well, princess, you can continue if you wanna, you feel so good,” he assured, his hand rubbing circles against your scalp.

That was an invitation to continue, and fuck, you loved seeing how far you could take him in your mouth, and you’d gotten him so far that he hit the back of your throat and you almost got him to the hilt. You hummed when he twitched from a moment you took him deeper, his hand still around your hair, and the hum you let out against his cock made him growl. You could possibly ruin this man. 

As you continued, he suddenly pulled away from you and you let out a whine, you were enjoying him in your mouth, but before you could vocalize your concern, Rusty pulled you up to your feet and switched places where he was facing away from the bed. He sat on the edge and patted his thigh, calling for you to come and sit.

“You ready, baby girl? I wanna be deep inside of ya,” he said low, licking his lips as he watched you slowly get out of the rest of your clothes. He sat up and grabbed you by the waist, his two fingers slowly reached out and felt just how wet you’d been. “Damn, you’re ready for me, ain’tcha?” he teased. “C’mere.”

You crawled over him and straddled his lap like you did earlier, his cock twitched as your soaked cunt rubbed against him, coating him in your slick. “Fuck, Rusty-” you whined, “please, I need it so bad.”

“Yeah I bet you do, been wantin’ to get me to fuck you haven’t you?” he teased as he reached for your arm and then the other, holding them both behind your back. “You’ve been such a good little girl for me, bein’ so sweet, you deserve this don’tchu?”

You nodded eagerly and lost all thought when he slowly pushed himself into you, easing it in as your eyes widened, your mouth hung open as he continued to get deeper and deeper until he had you sitting on every last inch. “Rusty, I-”

“Baby, I want you to call me by my actual name, think you can manage that?”

“Y-Yes, anything you want, fuck, puh-lease.” 

He smiled as he thrust his hips upward once, the moan that came from you want so fucking good, he drank that in before he continued. “Call me Roy, yeah? I want you to do that for me when you cum.”

You nodded fiercely again and again. “Yes-yes, I wi-will, oh my GOD,” he cut you off with another sharo thrust. 

When you finally managed to say the sentence, he held onto your wrists firmly and began to fuck into you, listening to your screams and your cries while you bounced on his cock. The tears that welled in your eyes spilled down your cheeks as the hand that had a hold of your ass only pushed you deeper onto him. 

“Fuck, baby girl, you take me so well, won’t ever want you outta my sight,” Rusty growled as he now wrapped both arms around you. His thrusts were merciless, but you wanted this so badly, you needed him to fuck you until you couldn’t walk, and he was working on it. “Tell me you’re mine, Y/N.”

“I’m-I’m yours, Roy, I’m yours!”

“Say it again, say that you’re mine, say that you ain’t goin’ anywhere, princess.” His pace picked up, he was barely hesitating as you were already about to unravel in his lap, the familiar coil in your stomach tensed. 

“Yes, Roy, I wanna -fuck- I wanna stay with you, I’m not goin’ anywhere!” He released your arms as you clung onto him tightly, both of you holding onto one another while you bounced on his lap, the pressure building in you both. 

His face fell forward and he nuzzled against your chest. “Princess, I’m close, can I cum inside of you?”

“Yes, oh my God, YES, please Rusty.” Your fingers dug into his back as you cried out for him to keep going, one hand slipped between your bodies only to sloppily rub circles on your clit. You wanted to cum so badly, you needed to, and you wanted him to fill you up so badly. “Please, cum in me, I need you to-”

His hands squeezed around you, his eyes stared up into yours, and he grunted as his pace became uneven. “Baby girl, I’m about to-”

"Ru-Roy, I'm coming!"

He nodded and panted as you both reached your high, riding that incredible wave of your shared orgasm, your body had nothing left in it and you slumped forward against his chest. Rusty’s breathing was deep and heavy, but he held onto you and slowly leaned back as he let you rest on him to catch your breath.  His hand stroked your back while you listened to his heartbeat, trying your best to allow your breathing to get back to normal. You laid there for quite some time until Rusty began to stir, so you looked up and saw him adjusting himself with a pillow he grabbed. 

When he handed you one, you slid off of him and cuddled up beside him, your arm drapes across his stomach. Your eyes slowly closed, wanting to drift off into a fitful sleep, but once again, Rusty moved and this time, he was completely out of the bed. You watched him walk away and come back with a towel and a wet washcloth.

"C'mere, Y/N, let's get you cleaned up, huh? Then you can sleep."

"But, what about you?"

"What about me?"

You looked up at him and grabbed at the sheet beneath you, your fingers twirled around it. "You're not leaving, are you?"

Rusty smiled and leaned down to sit on the bed as he wiped you down as gently as he could. "I wasn't lyin' when I told you that you're mine. Ain't no way I'm going back on that." He placed the towel off to the side when he was done wiping you down then then himself, then he brought his attention back to you. He made sure you were fully on the bed and comfortable before he sat back down, but he leaned back against the headboard and welcomed you as you crawled up against him again.

“That was worth the wait,” you sighed with a smile.

Rusty stroked the top of your head and couldn’t hold back the little scoff he let out. “Yeah, I’d definitely say the same, was everything I’d hoped for.” Rusty hadn’t realized just how tired he’d been, but laying here with you beside him, allowing the foreign feeling of the mattress to hug against him, it was all too much for him to fight and he drifted off with you in his arms.

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Haitani Brothers: The Session Starts

Hey hey hey dust bunnies, here I’m back from my obscene life serving you a humble smut for @spookygeto ‘s streamer collab , check the other authors and support them!  Haitani Bros back again just to fuck us dumb,  so welcome to the brainrot then!

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Camboy!Haitani Brothers x Camgirl!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Threesome, Exhibitionism, Double Penetration, Fingering, Squirting, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Soft!Dom Ran, Mean!Dom Rindou, Minors DNI, 18+

WC: 981

“Cake!” you suddenly scream, sliding the fingers through your Ipad, “Eh?” both brothers reply, lying beside your sides scrolling through the socials, snapping photos from time to time.

“Stop the interactions we have to work!” you say standing up and taking your Ran’s shirt off and putting on a revealing apron, “Do tell us” Rindou says following to your vanity’s corner preparing the make up for your direct, Ran stands beside you combing your hair waiting for your answer. “Well I’d like to prepare a cake without clothes” you say pointing to your bra and panties, “Sounds like a good idea” Rindou smirk deviously,

“The camera is on 3…2…1 - the session starts-  HEY MY PRETTY LITTLE LOVERS HOW ARE YOU? HERE I AM TOGETHER WITH HAITANI BROTHERS FOR A SPECIAL SHOW” you shout loud showing your apron and putting your hands around their waist, “Tschuss!”

Ran says giving a peace sign making the gingle echo through the house “Ahh thanks cuties! Were you so impatient to see us again?” he replies going near Rindou who blushes and mutters “Hey everyone”. Rindou isn’t the most charismatic entertainer but he knows how he has charm and moreover he knows how to use it. “So what are we doing darling?” he says coming near you, passing all the ingredients and showing his tattooed back and caressing your ass to the public, causing an excited mess in the chat and a blush on your cheeks.

“Our missy likes this” Ran says while looking through the display and smirking to the messages “Warmkitty86 says to mix the batter and taste it” - “Here we are” Rindou says while undoing your apron, swinging your body for the pleasure of your fans, “They say you’re gorgeous” Ran continues while hugging you from behind “Don’t want to disappoint them right?” he continues while rutting his covered hips, pressing his hard cock on your ass causing a moan from you - “Pay attention doll” Rindou says turning your face towards his, dipping two fingers in the batter he shoves it into your mouth “Lick” he says with an imposing tone, obliging, your tongue swirl around his fingers.

“Should we show our pretty fans something more?” Ran says untying your bra, turning you to the webcam, he smears some liquid on your perky nipples and shake your boobs, “Rin taste it” he suggest while checkin through the messages in the live chat and continues “Wooah, devilman74 if you want us to shut her mouth up you should be more generous” and he suddenly slap your ass making you moan loudly “See? Don’t you want to help us  to make this princess moan like a slut?” Ran continues while taking your panties off and holding you up, Rin spread your legs to show your glistening pussy to the public.

A chuckle is what you feel before Ran says, pacing his thrusts ”Taking us so well doll, are you going to cum?” and he caresses your boobs, a sudden scream follows after seconds, before you spam around their cocks covering Rindou’s abs in pussy juices “Oh she squirted Ran” he chuckles, before they turn with their sadistic smiles to the camera and taking out their cocks, they pump shooting ropes of warm cum on your fucked up face and tongue, turning to the webcam letting the live chat go crazy.

The jingle hits the chat making you moan loud desperately clenching around nothing, “She wants to be fucked, cmon desperates don’t you wanna see the brothers double fuck this slut?” Rindou says grinning mischievously to the Ipad - ” We hit 1k! Doll want to taste these cocks?” Ran says while taking off his apron followed by Rin, dripping hard lengths slap into their chiseled abs making them groan simultaneously. Rindou wastes no time and start to rub his cock on your pussy lips “Gonna fuck you so hard”  he says while styling his movements to show everything to the public, his precum lubing your tight little hole. The pleasure suddenly forges you when two long fingers invade your backhole, making you yelp at the feeling, “Did you think I’d have just looked at Rin fucking you?” Ran says smiling, before replacing his fingers with his cock “Oh fuck Ran!” you suddenly say gripping Rindou’s shoulders for balance “Don’t worry doll, soon you won’t understand anything despite the cocks that fuck you” Rindou says finally pushing himself in your pussy, “Sh- shit, always so tight” he groans feeling you around his throbbing cock. Tears start to stream from your eyes and turning to the webcam the only words that come out from your mouth are “So- full”, the brothers getting impatient, start to move in sync, making you a a loud mess. “Look at you so desperate for two cocks” Rindou says while hitting the spot that makes you see stars, “Such a whore” he continues while slapping your bouncing boobs, and it takes a while before you feel them deep in your guts, a strange feeling start to form on your trembling body “Oh god, fuck!” you say gripping into Rindou’s arms afraid to fall into the unknown.

“That’s all for today” they say before kissing your cheeks, looking for the last time to the messages - the session ended -, “That was good, we got 2.5k” you say closing your eyes finally fainting into their bodies, “It was indeed” they say while laying you on the couch and cleaning your bodies, “We should do it again” Ran says to his brother only to receive a smirk.

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it’s not christmas ‘til you come home

a/n: hello!! please enjoy this piece from my dad!harry universe! (u dont have to read any of them for it to make sense, but it would be cool if u did! loosely based on it’s not christmas ‘til you come home by norah jones <3 hope you enjoy! thank u to @harryysstyless​ for beta reading for me!! happy holidays everyone :)

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December 23rd, 2:00 PM

For as long as you and Harry have been in a relationship, you’ve never not spent a Christmas together. 

Before expanding your family, you and he used to hop from party to party every Christmas Eve. Both of you would be absolutely trashed by the time Harry’s driver would drop you off at his house in the early hours of the morning. You’d sleep in until approximately noon, willing your hangovers to go away before finally making it down the stairs and into the kitchen to prepare two steaming cups of coffee. The two of you would then make your way into the living room and exchange gifts (where Harry always went way over the budget you’d set). 

Once you had your first child, Allison, your yearly tradition of party hopping and getting so drunk you could hardly put one foot in front of the other was no more. Instead, you and Harry opted for calm nights in, watching Christmas movies and drinking hot cocoa until she eventually grew tired and got carried up to bed. You would wait an hour or so before springing into action, playing Santa and setting out all of the gifts she asked for and then some. Harry never forgot to take a big bite out of the cookie and carrot left out for Santa and his reindeer.

This tradition stayed the same once your second baby, Oliver, was born. Even though he was too young to know what was going on, Harry was still excited to spoil him rotten this year as it was his first Christmas. However, given the current state of the world, you were afraid Harry would not be here for the first time ever.

“Mumma, when’s daddy coming home?” your six-year-old, Ally, asked for what had to be the seventh time that afternoon. “I made him a drawing for his gift ‘nd I can’t wait for him to see it!”

“Let me see what you drew for Daddy, love bug,” you say cheerily, purposefully glossing over her question. Ally proudly holds her drawing up next to her face. She looks up at you with wide eyes, awaiting a compliment from you. 

“That’s gorgeous, bug! Daddy’s gonna love it,” you inform her. “Maybe you can stick a lil’ bow on it and set it under the tree for him, hmm?” 

“Good idea, Mumma!” Ally runs to the box where you kept all the supplies for gift wrapping, digging around for a pink bow to stick on the corner of her drawing.

While she’s preoccupied with finding the perfect bow to place on her drawing for Harry, you take a quick glance at your phone. He still hadn’t gotten back to you since last night’s quick conversation when he very briefly mentioned he didn’t know if he’d be able to make it home.

He was filming in Los Angeles. You shared your uncertainties about him going before he departed but in the end, this was an opportunity you didn’t want him to miss out on. You read the Los Angeles Times free articles on your phone daily, keeping track of the state of the pandemic in Southern California. You knew it was much worse there than it was at home in London. You feared what you were afraid of was sadly bound to happen— Harry may get stuck in LA.

You didn’t want to say anything to your curious daughter because communication with him had been so sparse. You didn’t know anything for certain yet. But what were you supposed to think? You knew flying nationally wasn’t a good idea at the moment, never mind internationally.

“Hey bug, d’ya think you can watch your brother for a moment? Mumma’s gotta go make a phone call.” 

You hear your daughter let out a slightly irritated sigh. “I suppose I can, Mumma.” Ally responds with a voice laced with exasperation. You chuckle slightly under your breath at your overly dramatic (much like her dad) six-year-old and head into the kitchen, quickly dialing your husband’s familiar number.

“Hello?” 

You let out a sigh of relief upon hearing Harry’s low, hoarse voice. 

“Hi, honey. Just checkin’ in to see how things are going…” you hear shuffling on his end. “It’s December 23rd, you know.”

“I know, love.”

“Did I wake you?”

“Six in tha’ mornin’ here.”

“I’m sorry, H. S’just Allison keeps on askin’ when you’ll be home and ‘m just so worried you won’t make it home on time and you’ll miss Oliver’s first Christmas—“

“Darling,” Harry interrupts your anxiety-fueled ramble. “‘M gonna make it home. Have I ever not been there when I said I would?” 

“No,” you say quietly. “I’m just worried, Harry. I hear traveling is going to get very strict because they’re trying to prevent people from going anywhere for Christmas…”

“Fine, then I’ll get my own plane with jus’ me and a pilot. Wear a mask the entire time and whatnot. Yanno I can make that happen if it’s necessary, pet.” 

Harry’s calm demeanor about the whole situation brings you a bit of peace. Perhaps you were catastrophizing something that wasn’t as big of a deal as you thought it was a mere two minutes ago. If he wasn’t worried about not making it home, you didn’t see any reason to stress about it— not for one second longer.

“Okay then,” you reply, still a bit wary of his travel plans. “What shall I tell your daughter? She’s drivin’ me up the walls asking where you are every twenty minutes.”

Your husband lets out a breathy laugh, causing you to giggle along with him. “Tell her not to eat up all the Christmas cookies before I get a taste of one.”

December 24th, 8:45 AM

Part of you was hoping you’d wake up on Christmas Eve and Harry would be tucked into bed next to you, plump lips parted, the sound of his snores the only noise in the room. However, you were a rational woman, if nothing else. You knew he wouldn’t be by your side when you woke up. 

You make your way down the hall and peek inside your son’s room. He was fast asleep, plump thumb in his mouth. You smile at your sleeping baby and gently close the door behind you, deciding to let him sleep in a bit longer before waking him up to feed him. 

Next, you walk to your daughter's room, gently pushing open the door in case she was still sleeping. Instead, you find her sat at her desk, deeply focused on what appeared to be another drawing. 

“Good morning, lovebug,” you greet your daughter in a sing-songy voice. “You’re up early. What are you working on?”

“Makin’ a letter for Santa,” she replies, not bothering to look up from what she was doing. 

“A letter for Santa?” You start racking your brain for anything you and Harry could’ve possibly forgotten to get for Ally, but you finished your Christmas shopping for your children way back in November.

“Yes,” she answers matter-of-factly. “‘M askin’ him to make sure my Daddy is home by tonight so we can eat cookies together and watch Toy Story, Mumma.” 

“I’m sure Santa will make that happen for you,” you reassure her. “You’ve been a very good girl this year, been so helpful with Olly and doin’ so well in school. The least Santa can do is get you whatever you want.” You see her smile as she digs around in her crayon box.

“Can we wait ‘til Daddy gets home to make Santa’s cookies, Mumma?”

“Sure we can, bug,” Ally claps her hands together excitedly, bouncing around in her tiny chair. “Gonna go make some pancakes, does that sound yummy?”

“Can we have chocolate chip pancakes please?”

“Are you askin’ me that because your dad isn’t here to throw a fit about it?” You give her a knowing smile, causing her to giggle.

“Maaaaybe…” Your daughter turns to face you, swinging her legs back and forth.

“If I make your chocolate chip pancakes, you can’t tell your dad. Deal?” You hold up your pinky. Ally gets up and runs to you and you bend down slightly so she can link her finger with yours.

“I pinky promise, Mumma!”

“Our little secret, yeah?” she nods. “Keep an ear out for your brother for me, bug. I’ll be downstairs.”

December 24th, 3:00 PM

“Love? ‘M afraid I got some bad news...”

As soon as Harry’s voice comes through on the other line, you can tell whatever news he’s about to share with you won’t be what you’re wanting to hear.

“What is it?”

It’s silent for what feels like entirely too long. You get up from your position on the couch next to Ally, telling her you’ll be right back. After breakfast, she convinced you to watch Toy Story with her, which quickly turned into a whole Disney movie marathon.

“Not so sure I’ll be able to make it home.”

You’re not sure if it’s his calm tone that bothers you, the fact that you didn’t want him to go to Los Angeles in the first place, or simply the fact that you and your children missed him terribly and haven’t seen him in nearly a month–– but your mood changes from relaxed to undeniably outraged in three seconds flat.

“You’re kidding.” Your tone is sharp, venomous. Harry once again takes a moment before responding, knowing that the current tone of your voice means he’d best proceed with caution.

“‘M not, love. I woke up early and everything to try and get this sorted out, it’s 7 AM so I was gonna try and catch an early flight––”

“I told you I didn’t want you going to LA,” you cut him off, voice rising slightly. “You knew how bad the pandemic was getting there. I told you this would happen.”

“What do you suppose I do then, Y/N?” His tone is becoming equally as sharp. “Y’want me to tell ‘em, “Sorry, I don’t give a fuck about the travel restrictions. My wife wants me home so let's make it happen!” ‘S that what you want me to do?”

“Don’t be a smartass, Harry,” you spit. “I’ll give the phone to your daughter and you can tell her you won’t be home in time for Christmas, then.”

“Y/N…” his tone is calm again. Fearful. “Don’t make me do that.”

“She woke up early to write a letter to Santa to tell him she wants you home by tonight, Harry,” your tone softens as well. “Even Olly has been asking for you. Swear his new favorite word is ‘dada’.” He laughs at this as do you, and the shared tension that was present just minutes ago dissipates. 

“Just… lemme try a few more things before I tell her, yeah?”

“Harry, it’s already three here,” you gently remind him. “Even if you do make it home today, she’ll be asleep by the time you’re home. I think you just need to tell her.”

Your husband sighs, knowing you were undeniably correct. “Alright. Give Allison the phone, please.”

December 24th, 8 PM

“Almost time for you to head to bed soon, yeah Allybug?” Your daughter lets out a loud sigh in response, not shifting her gaze from the television to you. Ever since Harry told her he wouldn’t be home in time to eat cookies with her, she’s hardly said a word. She’s never experienced a Christmas Eve without her father so understandably, she was missing him tonight.

You shift Olly, who was falling asleep nursing on your lap, into a different position so you could face your daughter directly. From your new position, you can see just how tired she looks. 

“‘M not sleepy, Mumma. Gonna stay up and wait for Daddy,” she informs you of her new plans. “When Daddy is home that’s when it’s time for bed.”

“Ally, remember what Daddy told you on the phone earlier? Santa won’t come unless you go to sleep.”

“I don’t wanna sleep,” she’s quickly starting to grow upset. “Not until Daddy tucks me in!”

You purse your lips, not wanting to argue with your headstrong daughter when your son was so close to drifting off into his nightly milk coma. Turning your attention back to the movie that was quietly playing on the television, you decide to drop it for now and try again later.

December 24th, 9:05 PM

Not more than an hour later, Olly is upstairs in his crib fast asleep whilst Ally is still laying on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, fighting sleep. She was determined to stay up until her father walked through the front door, and you knew getting her to agree to go to bed was going to be a battle and a half.

“You’re not ready to go to bed yet, Ally?” Her eyes fly open once she hears you addressing her.

“Not yet, Mumma. ‘M not sleepy yet.” Her words are a little slurred due to the exhausted state she was in. You hum in response.

“Could’ve sworn your eyes just shut for a minute there,” you pause for a second to see if she’ll look your way. “Must’ve just been my old lady eyes playin’ tricks on me, y’think?”

“I wasn’t sleeping!” She immediately defends herself, frown lines indenting her forehead. “Can we drink more hot chocolate?”

You knew if you wanted your daughter to fall asleep within the hour, another sugar rush wasn’t the best idea. You instead offer her a hot cup of sleepytime tea and she excitedly agrees once you tell her it’s her father’s favorite type of tea to drink at bedtime. You place her down on the kitchen counter while you fill the kettle and wait for it to whistle.

“What are you looking forward to the most from Santa, bug?” 

Her eyes light up at your question. “Well, I really want a new bike! ‘Member Mumma? How I asked him for a pink bike? And I also want a cool swing set! Since we haven’t been able to go to the park in so long,” her smile falters and she looks down at her dangling feet. “I want Daddy to come home the mostest, though.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to break in two upon hearing your daughter admit that Harry being home would be the greatest gift of all. “So do I, lovebug. He’ll be here in the mornin’ to watch you and your brother open all the gifts Santa got you though, don’t you worry.”

For everyone’s sake, you hoped that was true.

December 24th, 11:50 PM

Sleep wasn’t coming easy. 

You finally got your daughter to bed at around ten o’clock and waited thirty minutes before laying out your children’s gifts. It took much longer than it usually did considering you had to do it all on your own. Harry was usually the one to quickly assemble the larger toys while you laid everything out around the living room. 

Despite it taking longer than desired, you were proud that you got it all done without waking your children up. Consequently, that meant you were now left all alone with your thoughts considering you had no more tasks to occupy yourself with. 

You kept contemplating calling Harry, but you weren’t sure if he was busy on set or not. Surely he was immersing himself in work to distract himself from the fact he would not be spending Christmas with his family. 

Deciding you may need a cup of the sleepytime tea you offered Allison earlier, you quietly get out of bed and open your door, sock-clad feet padding softly against the wooden floors. It’s unnervingly silent in your home–– the tea kettle coming to a boil being the only source of noise. You keep unlocking and re-locking your phone, finally deciding to call your husband to see how he’s spending his day. It goes to automatic voicemail.

You assume the reason for this must be that he’s busy filming on set and set your phone down with a sigh, standing on your tiptoes to retrieve a mug from the cabinet. You mutter a slew of curse words under your breath intended for Harry who always puts the mugs up far too high even though you tell him not to.

Right as you begin pouring the now boiling water into your teacup, the faint jingling of your front door causes you to startle so badly that you nearly drop the kettle on the ground. You try to think back to everything Harry ever told you to do in the event of an intruder but your mind goes blank from fright. Deciding to use the scalding water as your weapon, you slowly creep towards the door, your only plan being to fling the water on whoever it was as soon as they got the door open. As soon as you hear the lock click, you flick the lid open that covers the spout and draw your arm back.

“Shit––”

“Harry?”

Your husband jumps slightly, his eyes blinking rapidly in an effort to adjust to the dark living room. You reach beside him and quickly turn on the light, shakily letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He looks exhausted, his hair is an absolute mess, and his eyes are red from sleep deprivation–– but he’s home. You set the tea kettle down on the coffee table and fling yourself into his arms, breathing in the scent of the man you haven’t seen in a month. He drops his bags at his feet so he can properly embrace you, pulling you into him.

“Merry Christmas, darling,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head and stays like that for a moment saying nothing, just breathing you in. “Missed ya so fuckin’ much.

“How? I thought…” you trail off. “You said that they said…”

Harry laughs quietly. “Remember what I told ya? I said to ‘em, ‘Don’t give a fuck about your travel restrictions! M’wife wants me home.’” You laugh at him, knowing he was far too kind to talk to anyone that way. 

“Yeah, okay,” you reply sarcastically. You pull him in for another hug, placing wet kisses along his jawline. “I’m so happy you’re home. The kids are gonna be over the moon, especially Allison.” Harry hums, surveying the room.

“Looks like you did a good job in here, Mrs. Claus. See ya even assembled some toys all by yourself,” he quirks an eyebrow. “Were you jus’ pretendin’ not to know how to do it all these years so I’d be stuck with all the hard labor?”

“Maybe.”

He pulls you back into him, tickling your sides. “My sneaky girl,” he bends down so his lips are level with your neck and sucks gently, causing you to let out a quiet moan. You see his eyes land on the tea kettle that was sitting forgotten on the coffee table. “Making a cuppa? Can I have one? ‘M freezin’.”

“I can think of something else we can do to get you warmed up,” you reach for his hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “If you know what I’m gettin’ at.”

“Hmm…” Harry releases one of his hands from your grip and taps at his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Not too sure I can say I know what you’re sayin’. Maybe you should just tell me?”

You frown. “You’re really gonna make me say it, huh?”

“Y’know I’d give you the entire world if you asked me for it. All you gotta do is tell me what you want from me and it’s yours–– ‘m sure you’ve known that since the first day we met, though.” Harry takes a step back, crossing his arms across his chest. Even in his thick winter coat, you can see the way his biceps flex, and it makes you even more feral for him.

“Fine,” you say quietly, feeling yourself start to grow shy under his intense gaze. “I’m kinda... in the mood.” You say it so softly that it would most likely be inaudible to Harry if he wasn’t standing mere inches away from you. Harry throws his head back in laughter and you quickly shush him, not wanting any of your children to wake up.

“In the mood? C’mon, pet,” he uncrosses his arms and reaches for one of your hands. “Tha’s not tellin’ me what you want from me. Tell me exactly what you want, lovie.”

“You know what I want, H,” you tell him with a hint of annoyance in your voice. “It’s been a month. Yanno I want you to fuck me, why are you makin’ me say it?”

Harry gives you a shit-eating grin. “You jus’ said it. I didn’t make you say anything.”

You roll your eyes at his immaturity, already in the process of lifting your nightshirt (one of his old t-shirts that’s become just a little too tight on him) over your head. “Are we gonna get to it or not? Because if not, I’ll just go back to makin’ myself some tea and call it a night––”

Harry takes half a step towards you and reaches up to cup your face, colliding his lips with yours. His lips are a little chapped and taste of his favorite rose lip balm. You feel your body relaxing into the kiss, knees going weak as he walks you back onto the couch.

“You’ve been eatin’ up all the sugar cookies, haven’t you? Can taste it on ya. Thought those were for Santa,” he’s pulled away from you to examine your face. “A bit naughty of you, wouldn’t ya say?”

“Please stop referring to yourself as Santa when we’re about to have sex, Harry.”

“You’re not bein’ very kind to the person that’s about to go down on you, are you?” He sucks harshly on the valley between your breasts, wanting to be sure a deep-colored bruise will appear on your skin later. “That’s okay. It is Christmas, after all. ‘M in a giving mood.”

“Stop talking and get to it then.”

Harry slides off the couch and onto his knees in between your legs, gently kissing your thighs. “Cute pair of undies–– s’like you knew I was comin’ home tonight.” Before you can respond Harry’s fingers are tugging at the waistband of your underwear, eager to get them off of you. He presses light kisses to your core, mumbling about how much he missed the smell of you and how sweet you tasted. 

One hand is resting across your stomach while the other one is in between your folds, spreading you open. You try squeezing your thighs around his head, overwhelmed by the feeling of your husband’s lips around your clit after being away from him for so long, but he removes his hand from your stomach and pushes your thighs back apart.

“Feels so good,” you’re breathless, tangling your fingers in Harry’s hair as his hollowed cheeks begin to suck more roughly on your clit. “Missed you so much. Missed this–– us.” 

Harry pauses momentarily to look up at you. “I know, angel. God, do I know.” He attaches his lips back on you, swirling his tongue around your clit as you  choke back your moans. The hand that is holding you open moves down to toy at your slit as he wordlessly checks to see if you’re okay with his fingers being in you. 

“Please,” you say softly, encouraging his next move. He spits on his index and pointer finger before slowly sliding both of them in you, immediately curling them up. “Oh, Harry. Fuckin’ love when you do tha’...”

“Know you do,” His response is curt, simple. He’s focused on the task at hand–– getting you off. He uses the hand that’s lying across your stomach to rub tight circles on your clit, sensing you’re nearing your orgasm from the way you’re starting to clench around him. “Such a good girl fo’ me, darlin’. Gonna make a mess on my fingers in a second, aren’t you?”

You nod as you try to control your breathing and the loudness of your moans. The last thing you wanted was for your daughter to come down to inspect the source of the noise. “Fuck, Harry.” 

“Come on, darlin’,” he gently pinches your clit, causing your body to jolt at the sensation. “Gimme a good one. A lil’ welcome back gift for me, hmm?” 

Your hips are bucking up to the rhythm of his fingers slipping in and out of you as your orgasm quickly approaches. “Har, I’m close…” it comes out sounding more like a warning than a statement. He moves the two fingers he has inside of you in a back and forth motion, coaxing your first orgasm out of you.

“Tha’s my girl,” he whispers, not stopping his movements even as your back arches as your first orgasm rolls over you like a giant wave. “Givin’ me a good one jus’ like I knew you would. Jus’ like you always do. M’ sweet girl.” As you’re starting to still, Harry pulls his fingers out of you and holds them up to your mouth, instructing you to suck them clean. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can properly lean in to steal a kiss from him and notice a rather sizable tent has formed in his pants. Harry gives you a sheepish grin as he palms himself, hissing from the feel of his palm against his cock.

“Want me to do somethin’ about that?” You scoot over on the couch and pat the spot next to you, signaling for your husband to sit beside you. He lifts himself from his seated position, stretching his legs out a bit before plopping down beside you.

“Are you offerin’ me a blowie?”

“I mean, yeah?”

“Can we skip that an’ you can jus’ ride me instead? Think I’d quite like that.”

“Oh you would, would ya?”

Harry nods and unzips his pants, taking himself out. He licks his hand and gives himself a few pumps. “Still on birth control, I’m assuming?”

You roll your eyes as you move to straddle him. “Only been gone for a month, Harry. Of course ‘m still on it, you goof.”

“Can never be too careful. I don’t think now’s a good time for another lil’ one, do you? Think we should at least celebrate Oliver’s first birthday before we try for another one.” His hands are on his hips as he lines you up over his cock, helping you slowly sink down. You missed the burn of him which was even more intense than it usually was considering it’s been a while since he’s taken you.

“I think you’re right,” you reply. You rest your head on his shoulder while you adjust to the size of him, needing to take a moment to yourself before attempting to move. After a short adjustment period you begin rolling your hips, grinding against him in a way that was also bringing pleasure to your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your last orgasm.

Harry’s eyes are fixated on the way your breasts bounce in front of him, the way your stomach slightly jiggles each time you crash back down onto him. His lips are caught in between his teeth; you’re hoping he doesn’t break any skin so you don’t have to hear him whine about how badly the bruise hurts him later.

“Ridin’ me like your life depends on it,” Harry mutters. “Fuckin’ love takin’ you like this, angel. So fuckin’ deep.”

You simply hum in agreement, brain far too foggy to form a coherent sentence. Harry notices your movements starting to become smaller, lazier, so he puts his hands on your hips and decides to take over. He’s thrusting up into you like you’ll up and run away from him if he doesn’t give it his all. He cups your face with one hand and gently guides you towards him, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your lips.

“Fuck, H,” your eyes are squeezed shut and your wrap your arms around his neck, feeling your second orgasm quickly approaching. “Rub my clit please, almost there.”

Harry’s fingers immediately come down to rub at your slick nub, not faltering his relentless pace in the slightest. “Clench around me again, lovie,” his voice is higher than usual, whiny, and you know your husband is just as close as you are. “Love when you do tha’, jus’ need you to do it one more time.”

You do as he wishes once more, knowing once he cums you’ll be directly behind him. Harry lets out a string of expletives as he releases inside of you, pulling you tightly against his chest as he rides out his orgasm. You continue riding him, not slowly down as you chase your own release next.

“Harry,” you’re in a trance-like state, chanting his name over and over as you bring yourself over the edge. “Harry, fuck!”

“That’s my good girl,” he says quietly, rubbing your back as you rest your head on his shoulder while you catch your breath. You feel him beginning to soften inside of you so you lift yourself off and lay back on the couch, legs still shaking. It’s quiet for a couple of minutes as the two of you reveal in the afterglow of your orgasms, Harry gently running his fingers along your leg.

“Round two in the shower?”

December 25th, 6:42 AM

“Mumma! Santa came and he left lots of toys–– Daddy?”

Harry lets out a dramatic “oof!” as Ally jumps onto him, pulling the covers back. Her eyes are wide and she giggles are Harry pulls her into one of his infamous bear hugs, placing kisses all over his face.

“Mornin’, love bug! What’re you doin’ up so early?”

“It’s Christmas, Daddy! Santa came!” she sits back on her feet, a confused look on her face. “Did Santa bring you on his sleigh last night after me ‘n Olly went to bed?”

“Y’know what? He told me to keep it a secret, but he did,” Allison gasps in response to his news as she processes it, placing a little hand over her mouth. Harry sits up and gets out of bed, scooping her up in the process. “How ‘bout we go make Mum a cuppa before we see what Santa got for you and Olly? Tha’ sound good? Let’s let them sleep for a while longer, hmm?”

As you hear them exit the room you take a second to reflect on how lucky you are to spend another Christmas with you beautiful family before drifting back off into a deep, albeit short, sleep.

[negansbackdoorwhore]

Country Boy

Summary: The Sheriff (from Dead & Breakfast) flirts with you relentlessly and yet you keep rejecting him

Warnings: fluff, flirting, kissing, jealousy

Sitting on outside the small police station and drinking warm coffee from your thermos, you heard Sheriff’s truck. You were working for to help yourself get familiar with the small town. But he was showing a very bold interest in you and keeps trying to take you out. But you always declined because you wanted to be professional.

“Morning Darling.”

“Morning sir.”

You wave as he takes the spot next to you and lights a cigarette.

“Smoking kills ya know.”

“Caffeine kills too beautiful.”

“Touché.”

You both stood in silence as to take in the morning air. The cool breeze made you slightly shiver and he definitely noticed.

“Here.”

“What? No, I’m fine.”

“I insist. Besides don’t want you to catch a cold.”

You didn’t bother trying to agrue as his thick jacket went over your shoulders. You did enjoy to feel the warmth and to see him without the same old thing on. You looked over to see more of his muscular and lean tone his body held. He smirked in your direction as he took a long drag of his cigarette.

“If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d say you were checkin’ me out gorgeous.”

“I am not. You wish.”

“Boy do I.”

He laughed as you rolled your eyes. You handed him his jacket back and went inside to get started on your organizing. He followed and sat at his desk and looked through papers. As the few hours passed and you moved to cleaning, you couldn’t help but laugh as he had fallen asleep with his hat on his eyes. You gently tapped onto his desk with your hand and he jumped slightly.

“You know sleeping on the job is punishable by a write up.”

“Says who? I’m the boss here little lady.”

He looks to see that nothing was going to happen like everyday and was gathering everything to close up.

“You know, maybe tonight you’ll finally allow me to take you to our local watering hole?”

“I can’t. I actually have plans tonight.”

“Oh. You sure you don’t need any company?”

“No I’m sure. But maybe if you’re lucky, I might just get lonely.”

You tease as you brush past him and went to walk home but of course he insisted to drive you home. You accepted and watched him open the passenger door for you.

“Madam.”

You giggled as he tipped his hat and you thanked as he gently shut the door. You gave him directions to your home and kept up conversation. He asked more about yourself and seemed so invested. Maybe you should give this cowboy a chance.

“This your place?”

“Yeah, thank you so much for the ride.”

“Anytime Y/N.”

He got out of his truck to open the door for you again. You smiled at him and let him hold your hand as you stepped out the taller vehicle.

“You have a goodnight Miss Y/N.”

“You too.”

You then went to press a soft kiss onto his cheek and walked to your front door. He waved and made sure you were inside safe before pulling off. He was all fine untile he saw in his rear view a car pulling into your home. While he didn’t want to pry he was also curious and made a u-turn. Making sure he didn’t seem noticeable, he saw a guy go to hug you. Immediately he frowned and felt his heart break. He just drove home and sulked for the night.

-

You were walking to work and saw Sheriff’s truck there already. He was a bit early. You didn’t mind but you walked with an extra thermos as thanks for the ride last night. He stepped out about to smoke and turned to see you with a smile. He didn’t even light his cigarette but walked back inside. That was odd. You walked in and seen his boots on his desk while he read the newspaper.

“Morning.”

“Hey.”

“I brought you some coffee, I wanted to give it to you as a thanks for the ride home.”

“It’s no problem. Thanks.”

He took the thermos and poured it into the lid. You sat in front of him as you both enjoyed the drink.

“Look, I’m sorry for all the things I’ve said these past few weeks Y/N.”

“Excuse me?”

“I saw the guy you had over when I drove away last night. I should’ve known you were seeing someone.”

“Sheriff, I-“

“Excuse me.”

He left the office without another word and you watched his dark green truck pull away. You really had some explaining to do.

[farm-witches-fic-recs]

Do you have any good light-hearted recs? I've been reading too much angst and need a break.

Thank you, you are all awesome!

Oh, the angst. It hurts so good. We love it, too, but some times you just have to give your tear ducts a break and read something that will make you smile.

We'd like to suggest you give these a try.

All the other boys try to chase me - @designatedgrape

Can’t conceal it - @fishyspots

Checkin’ you out - houdini74 (@mostlyinthemorning)

Creative freedom - @delilah-mcmuffin

Darling, je vous aime beaucoup - high-seas-swan (@noahreids)

Fade to grey - @schittyfic

Fall off a bridge, please - @hagface

First of many - @blackandwhiteandrose

If I lay here - alldaydream (@maybewecandreamalittle)

If you could see the other side of me - @yourbuttervoicedbeau

It feels like a dream when you love me tenderly - wanderhomeagain

Light up my world - @dessertwaffles

Like waves in the water - @davidbrewer

A little too corporate for my brand - @dinnfameron

Love without sacrifice - beanierose

Never again - @lastchancecafe13

A new day has come - @lisamc-21

Ovadia & Sons - falconeggs (@focksii)

Putting my roots in dreamland - @lilythesilly

Roses and tide - fairmanor

Scavenger hunt - @resilientrose

The windows to the soul - @agoodpersonrose

You got me breathing sunshine - seadeepy (@oceangenasi)

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[tigerseye46]

Same anon, sorry I keep requesting so much but Bajie and Wukong were married and Pigsy has remembered his previous life and started up his relationship with Wukong again. And Wukong wants to propose again but is scared of doing so. With B46/47/54/63? Thanks!

You’re fine! I love when people request stuff! Also I love this pairing so I don’t mind! I’m working on your other requests btw.

TW: Small mention of death and blood

B46. “I made you dinner.” B47. “I lit up candles and everything, you deserve to relax.” B54. “Marry me.” B63. “Don’t worry, you look beautiful.”

Wukong leans against the railing of the ship, his mind plagued with thoughts. He reaches for his pocket, feeling a box, he sighs and takes his hand out. He taps his fingers against the rail and glances at the silver bracelet around his wrist. He traces small patterns on the pink gem in the shape of a heart in the center.

It felt foreign to wear it after all this time, he was more used to keeping it on his person than his wrist but the feeling was welcome, it was a reminder that he had gotten his husband back.

His Bajie, his Pigsy, was finally with him again. It was a while before his love had gained his memories back and remembered their beautiful union. He recalls his husband telling him how confusing it was to sort out the memories especially with the memory of his death. Wukong gulps, it must have been hard, no, terrifying to remember your life flashing before your eyes as you bleed out.

Wukong shakes his head, better to push it to the back of his mind.

After their long talk about things which involved the king sobbing into the pig’s shoulder, they made the decision to take things slowly, go back to how it was when they were dating. Thank gods, the pig still had feelings for him.

It had been going remarkably well and Wukong decided that maybe he should propose again. How was he going to do that? Would the pig even say yes? Maybe he could do it the simple way or he could hold back.

Ugh. It felt more difficult this time.

He lets out a small sigh, his ears perk up when they pick up a “Wukong?”

The king turns to see his partner in his adorable pajamas. “Hi, love,” he greets with a soft smile. “What are you doing up?”

The pig snorts and approaches him. “I could ask ya the same thing. Why are ya up?”

“Just thinking, babe.”

“About?”

He flashes his teeth, the signature of his nervous grin. “Nothing.”

Pigsy crosses his arms. “Uh huh. You forget that I know you.”

He boops his snout. “That you do, babe, but don’t worry about it.”

“Are ya sure?”

“Completely.” He takes his partner’s palms. “Now why are you up, my lovely?”

“I was missin’ my boyfriend. Got sad when I woke up to see you not there.”

His smile drops to a frown. “I’m sorry, babe.”

Pigsy makes a dismissive hand gesture. “It’s no big deal, hon,” he replies and presses his head against his chest. “Just missed you.”

He breathes a sigh of relief. “Okay.” He grabs Pigsy’s waist and rests his chin on top of his head, he kisses it. They stand there and take in each other’s scent, warmth filling their chests. They separate minutes later, their fingers intertwined.

“We used to do that a lot, huh?”

“Yep. Now let’s go back to bed.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The pig drags him back to their bed where Wukong gets changed into his own set of pajamas and makes sure that the small black box doesn’t peek out of the pocket of his other pants.

They lay beside each other and touch their foreheads, they share a long smooch and gentle words before drifting off to sleep. Wukong can figure it all out in the morning.

And he does so, planning out the best way to propose while hiding it all from Pigsy who suspects something is up.

He tells the others one night about his plans and they react with complete and utter joy, that manages to ease his nerves a little. He asks them to help by distracting Pigsy for a bit.

The king places the silverware on the table and lights some candles. He wipes his sweaty palms off on his pants then checks the item.

“Wukong,” his partner yells. Just in time, he hides it with haste. His partner steps towards him, his chin cocked to the side and a small curious frown marking his features. “What’s this?” He asks and gestures to the set up.

“I made you dinner. I lit up candles and everything, you deserve to relax,” he answers and pulls out a chair.

“Okay? I guess I’ll go with this.” He sits down, smooching his boyfriend’s cheek in thanks when his chair is pushed in. “Thank you, baby. You didn’t have to do this.”

He flops down in his chair and responds, “I wanted to.”

The pig nervously chuckled. “I wish ya would have told me. I could have worn a better outfit.”

“Don’t worry, you look beautiful.”

The pig ducks his head to hide his flushed cheeks. “Thank you. What did you make?”

Wukong opens the various dishes to reveal shrimp with vermicelli and garlic, peking roasted duck, spring rolls and Pigsy’s special noodles, made by Wukong but he did his best to follow the recipe to the letter. “Here.”

“Wow. You really went all out. Did I miss one of our anniversaries?”

“Nope. Just wanted to surprise you.” He smiles with teeth bared.

Pigsy crosses his arms. “Sure. Now let’s see.” He takes a bite of the peking duck and licks his lips. “Not bad. Although it could be better.”

The king scoffs. “I think I liked it better when you didn’t complain with what food you were given.”

“Times change.”

Wukong gulps and bobs his head. “Yea. Yea, they do.”

Recognizing the look on his partner’s face, he says, “This is great though, babe. I love it.”

“Thanks. I wanted it to be special.”

Pigsy twirls the fork in his hands. “So I did miss an occasion.”

“No, you didn’t. Can’t I just shower my beautiful partner with love?”

The chef’s cheeks glow with a pretty pink. “Yea, you can. I’m just checkin’.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe. You’d probably hear a lot of teasing if you missed one.”

“How is that different from normal?”

“It just is, my darling. Now let’s eat.” He gives the pig’s hand a gentle squeeze which is greatly returned.

They talk to each other about various topics and different memories, careful not to bring up anything too heavy. Their faces are lit up with red and when Pigsy’s giggles, Wukong decides he has to do this now while the pig is in a good mood.

He clutches his jeans and breathes deeply, his features shift to one of complete seriousness. “Pigsy…”

Pigsy stops in his tracks and places the hand that was near his mouth to his lap. He hardly ever sees the king this serious, only in dire circumstances. “Yes, Wukong?”

The king swallows, desperately trying to push the lump down his throat. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yea. Of course I know that. Is somethin’ wrong?”

He ignores the question with another of his own. “And you love me too?”

The pig scoffs and replies, “What if I say no?” The monkey sucks in a breath at the response and Pigsy frowns. “But yes, I love you very much. What is this about?”

“It’s just… I am so happy to have you back in my life. To know you still want me after all this time. That you still love me. When you…. When you passed, never once did I stop thinking of you. You were, are my everything. I love you no matter what life you take on. So what I’m trying to say is…”

He slowly lowers himself down on one knee. His partner’s jaw drops. “Wukong, what are you-?”

Wukong pulls out the box and opens it to reveal a shiny golden ring. His heart beats rapidly against his chest. “Marry me. Zhu Bajie, Pigsy, will you do me the honor of marrying me all over again?”

“Wukong, I…”

“I know we said we would take it slow but I can’t wait any longer. I finally have you back in my arms.”

“I…”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to. I just thought it would be nice.”

He is about to ramble on again when his partner grabs his cheeks and tilts his head upwards. The pig has tears in the corner of his eyes. “You silly monkey, let me talk.” The king closes his mouth. “My answer is yes.”

“R-really?” The king questions, letting out a small undignified squeak.

“Yes! I’ve already married you once, I would love to marry you again. Did ya think I would say no?”

Wukong rubs the back of his neck. “I was kinda preparing for that, yea.”

“Silly monkey.” He sniffles and wipes his tears then places his arms around Wukong’s shoulders. “You could ask me a thousand times and the answer would always be yes. I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too.” Wukong slides the ring on his finger, they stare at each other before melding their lips together in a slow and passionate kiss. Their chests are full of butterflies. When they separate minutes later, they peck each other multiple times on the lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too.”

They press their forehead together and enjoy each other’s warmth, staying there for hours.

[queen--kenobi]

“Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!”

With Bo Sinclair pleeeaaseeee!!!

I feel like he wouldn’t wear a shirt ever but like who would want him to???

Anyway thanks!!!!

“Bo!” You call down one of the many corridors underneath Ambrose. It’s hot in the tunnel, hotter than it is outside. You guess something electrical must have gone haywire. The dim lights weren’t helping you much, but then you saw a flashlight. A ‘thunk,’ followed by a curse in a distinctive accent makes you smile. You head down the narrow hallway. The light from the flashlight is coming from an alcove off to the side. You wrinkle your nose. It smells like smoke. You don’t see any, which is good news. Still, it gets gradually hotter the further you go down the hall.

“Hey, Bo. I wanted to tell you that the lights from the movie theater aren’t working, so you might want to look at that while you’re... down here.” You round the corner and stop abruptly. Your tone trails off. Bo’s kneeling in front of an array of wires. It’s hot, hotter than it was. You aren’t sure if it’s because of the heat from the exposed wires or because Bo has his shirt off. His back is to you, so you can’t see his chest, but you can still marvel at his back. You knew he had more muscle than he let on, but seeing it for yourself was something different. His shoulders alone made your knees go slightly weak. 

He must have heard you because he looks over his shoulder. His lips twitch upward slightly, so you know he caught you blatantly checking him out. You clear your throat and turn around. You hope he didn’t see the blush that colors your cheeks.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He drawls, and oooohhhh. You hate him right now. 

“Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!” You try to sound less flustered than you feel. Bo makes a noise of consideration.

“Nah. I don’t think so.” He counters. “In case you haven’t noticed, it’s hotter than hell down here.”

“Sure is.” You mutter. You don’t realize that you even said them until they’re out of your mouth. They seem to linger in the air.

“What was that?” You can hear the smirk in Bo’s voice. You hazard a glance over your shoulder. He’s turned away from the wires some, so you get a partial look at his chest. The sight makes your mouth water. It takes you a minute to realize that he’s got one hand cupped around his ear, as if he’s straining to hear you. You scowl.

“I said it sure is.” You hate how flustered Bo makes you. You turn back to face the wall. “Do I need to be worried about an electrical fire?”

Bo makes a disgruntled noise. “I fuckin’ hope not.” He growls, more at the wiring than at you.

“Well, the movie theater is out. I figured you might want to know while you’re down here so you don’t have to make multiple trips.” You lick your lips. He wasn’t wrong. You could feel the heat coming from the wires along the walls.

“Thanks for tellin’ me.” He grunts. You hope he’s going back to work on the wires again. You slowly hazard a look over your shoulder. He’s focused intently on the wires once more. You let your gaze rake over him, taking him in. He’s got some scars on his back. You wonder if they’re from some of the unfortunate residents or his dad. The thought makes your heart break just a little.

“Darlin’.” Bo catches your attention once more. You snap your gaze upward, trying not to look guilty. Thankfully, he’s not looking at you. “As much as I appreciate you checkin’ me out, I’ve got work to do. So unless you plan on helping me...” He trails off meaningfully. 

You swallow. Hard. “Do you... I could-” You try not to stumble over your words. “I could maybe see if there’s another spot? Where the wiring might be smoking?” You offer. “Just so you don’t have to spend extra time hunting those down.”

He shifts. You’ve turned back to look at the wall in front of you, so you can’t see him. You can absolutely feel the heat of his gaze. “Sure.” He acquiesces. “On one condition.”

You blink, surprised. Bo never let you help before now. “Yes...?”:

“Your shirt comes off too. It’s only fair.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. You splutter.

“Fuck you!” You manage before stomping out of the alcove. You hear him laugh. His laughter is cut off abruptly when you throw your shirt into the alcove. You can swear you hear a harsh intake of breath.

“Try two lefts down.” Bo tells you. His tone is somewhat husky, which makes you smirk. “The older wiring for the movies is there.”

[lihikainanea]

Hiiiiiii leiiiiii 😌 just checkin in on you, hunni. How you? Cook anything yummy lately? Have anything in life lately that made you go, ‘yup this life is worth living’ 🤗 Sending love and good vibes

oh darling, thank you for checking in on me. This could not have come at a better time because I AM HAVING A BULLSHIT WEEK.

Stress affects me very physically and like, Bongo is getting neutered tomorrow and I've been a basket case about it all week. Work is also just such bullshit this week and in general, I am a tiny smol ball of stress. And it all manifested today when I went to get out of my car--literally all I did was turn to open the door--and my neck completely jammed. Like, jammed. It's excruciating and I can't move it at all.

I cannot express, again, how much work just fucking SUCKS BALLS this week too and then on top of it, I got my eyebrows micro bladed today--I go once a year--but like, the LAST thing this fucking day needed was two face tattoos and the pain that goes along with it.

It's all aboard the struggle bus for Lei this week, guys. Oh man, I just can't catch a break.

And I feel like I need somebody to stEP ON MY NECK TO WORK OUT THIS FUCKING PARALYTIC KNOT.