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mattsturniolosmuse · 20 days

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My Girl

Part 2 of Meant To Be: A Heartbreak High fanfic

Cash's POV

Synopsis: You and Cash advance in your relationship, and he asks you out. He has very morbid thoughts about you, and he finds himself struggling to keep himself in his pants.

Warnings: Masturbation, Swearing, alcohol use, making out, slight porn use, fluff, pet names

Song: Sun To Me by Zach Bryan

🎵♥ sweetest of the sunflowers, yeah, you're the sun to me ♥🎵

➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽

"Nan!" I yell, clutching Y/N's shoulders, trying to hide her from view. Nan sees her anyways. She used to tell me that she has eyes on the back of her head, so one time, when she was sleeping, I poured bleach on the back of her head to blind her.

I stare at Y/N as she leaves. Saying that she is hot is an understatement. I know everybody is always talking about how Amerie is hot, but, I just don't see where they're coming from. They must be blind if they prefer Amerie over Y/N.

The way those leather shorts hug her ass perfectly, the way her breasts are practically spilling out of her shirt. Everything about her is just so... stunning.

I didn't realize I was hard until nan shoved me into the wall while walking past. I lock myself in my room, grab my laptop and flip it open while sitting on my bed.

I hesitate. I've never used porn before, but I was desperate.

I open the website, and type hot girl porn.

I reach into my pants and grab my throbbing cock. I gargle as I fist it softly. The girl in the video starts moaning, and I imagine Y/N moaning my name.

"Nnng, Y/N..." I moan quietly, making sure nan doesn't hear. I fist myself faster, knocking over the lamp on my bed frame as I throw my head back.

I finish in my hand, and I breath heavily as I head to the washroom.

➽ ➽ ➽ ➽ ➽

"Thanks for dinner, nan, it was great." I say, excusing myself from the table.

"Where you goin' now, shag that girl of yours?" Nan says, chuckling.

"Nan..." I say, drawing out the 'a.'

My phone buzzes. Speak of the devil.

my bunny💕: you comin to the cemetery

me: idk, now?

my bunny: yes sir

I cringe inwardly as blood rushes to my dick.

me: sure, omw

I grab a coat from the hanger at the front, slipping my phone inside the pocket.

I bike towards the cemetery, and it suddenly dawns on me that I might be awkward in front of Y/N, after what I did earlier.

Whatever. I think to myself. It'll be fine.

I dropped my bike on the ground, looking around for Y/N. I finally see her with Dusty and Harper over by the drinks. She holds a red cup in her hand. Her outfit changed; she was wearing neon pink leggings and a black long sleeve crop top, the chest saying "angel" in small diamonds.

I rush towards her, needing to be close. I grab her waist from behind.

"Hey, bunny." I say into her ear. She spins around with a smile.

"Hey." She says, hugging me. I sniff her hair. She smells like lavender and vanilla.

"So, did your nan get mad at you?" She asks me. I chuckle.

"No. In fact, she asked me just now if I was leaving to shag you." I say.

"Oh..." She says, blushing.

"Where's your sister? Didn't you have to babysit?" I ask her. She nods, taking a sip of her drink.

"She's having a sleepover with Amerie's little sister tonight." She says, gesturing lamely towards Amerie.

"Hey, Harper. Dusty, my bruh." I say, dapping Dusty up.

"Hey, man. You two a thing now?" Dusty asks, looking at Y/N, who was in conversation with Harper, then back at me.

"Well, I don't know, I think so? I'm not sure. We haven't really said anything about dating." I say, scratching the back of my neck.

"Should I ask her?" I ask.

Dusty shrugs. "Depends, how much do you love her? Like, you want to shag her, or you just want to kiss her?"

I turn red. "Um, both." I say, looking at my shoes.

"Tell her, man. Just earlier, she was just talking, then Harper mentioned you and her eyes lit up and she seemed happier." Dusty says, looking at Harper and Y/N.

"Right, bruh... off I go." I say, grabbing Y/N's arm and leading her away.

"Cash? Is everything all right?" She asks once we stop, rubbing the tattoo on my arm gently.

"Yeah! Of course. I just-" I start. I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Willyoubemygirlfriend?" I ask quickly. Y/N raises her eyebrows.

"I beg your pardon?" She asks.

"I love you and want you to be my girl." I say, looking her in the eyes.

She answers by smiling and bringing her face to mine. I smile and press my lips to hers. No matter how many times she kisses me, I'll never be able to get enough. Her lips are soft, and she slow but demanding.

She uses a lot of lip gloss, so her lips often taste like strawberries; her favourite, I've noted. Now, they taste like vodka and chocolate. I lick her lips, trying to save the taste to memory. She sighs, opening her mouth and letting my tongue enter her mouth. I whimper as she bites down on my tongue.

"Of course I will." She says, pulling away, a string of saliva connecting our mouths, and resting her forehead against mine. I smile, looking into her pretty eyes. She giggles, causing me to laugh. Soon enough, we are both full on laughing, holding on to our stomachs and hunching over. I look at her. Her eyes are so full of light and joy, her smile so big that I was afraid it might split her face in half.

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*A few days later*

"I don't got the money, bruh." I say, gritting my teeth.

"Why?" Chook asks, matching my anger.

"Because I don't! What the fuck don't you understand?!" I snap, immediately regretting it. The second the words leave my lips, Chook's fist makes contact with my face. I close my eyes, slowly looking back at him.

"I'll get the damn money." I say, spitting at his feet before I leave.

I would leave the eshay's if I could. But I can't. It's the only thing that can afford my nan's medications. I send Y/N a quick text.

me: where u at

my bunny💕: home, you comin

me: not yet, be there in half n hour or so

my bunny💕: ok

I rush home, throwing my bag on the floor. I head into my bathroom and look in the mirror. A huge bruise is forming on my right eye.

"Fuck!" I say, swiping my hand and sending pills and cups flying. I search around for something; an eyepatch, glasses, anything. I find a pair of sunglasses in a kitchen drawer.

Good enough. I say, taking a look in the mirror before heading out the front door.

I knock at Y/N's door, and her little sister opens it.

"Dougie!" She screeches, hugging my waist. I chuckle.

"Hey, princess." I say, hugging her monetarily before she pulls away and runs back into the kitchen. I knock on Y/N's door before coming in. I gasp when I see her. She has only a white t-shirt on- which happens to be mine- and what I'm assuming is a pair of panties underneath. That's it.

"You ok?" She asks, noticing my gasp. I nod gamely.

"Yeah, just remembered that I have a school thing due tomorrow." I lie. She nods. She reaches up over her shelf to grab some Oreos. As she does so, her whole bottom half is revealed.

My eyes feast upon her body, and her pink thong that rides tightly up her ass. It's got frilly lace along the border, and when she turns around, I notice a bow on the front. My eyes shoot back up to her, but I knew she caught me staring. I knew from the smirk on her face.

"I'm sorry! I just-" I say, but she places a finger to my lips.

"Don't worry about it." She says. She walks back to her bed, her hips swaying. Fuck.

I follow her, and she pushes me down onto the bed. She straddles me, removing my glasses. Now it was her turn to emit a gasp.

"Oh, babe, what happened?" She asks, caressing my cheek.

"Nothing, bunny." I whisper. I was too busy focusing on my cock that was straining to get out of their confinement. She kisses my eye, then kisses my lips. I sigh into the kiss, grabbing her waist.

She grinds into me, and I moan loudly. She pulls away.

"Someone's horny." She says, kissing me again. She pulls away quickly, looking at me as if she was expecting something. I stare back.

"So! Have you started the school project?" I ask her to help the awkwardness. She rolls her eyes and gets off of me.

"No. Have you?" She asks. I shake my head. Just then, her sister barged into the room.

"Y/N! WHERE IS MY COOKIE!" She yells.

"I don't know! Ask mom!" Y/N says calmly, shooing her sister out of her room. She lays beside me and cuddles close.

"Goodnight, Cash." She whispers. I smile.

"Goodnight, bunny." I say, stroking her hair till she falls asleep. I slowly leave the house, making sure to lock the door behind me.

#heartbreak high #Cash piggott #Douglas piggott #Douglas Cash piggott #x reader'#18+#smut

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justagalwhowrites · 11 months

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Lavender - Ch. 33

You face a fight with the resistance in Kansas City. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-32 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, child death, suicide. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 3.5k

“We have to go,” Henry sounded panicked. You held Ellie close to your side.

Joel’s scream had sent a chill down your spine, the thrill of fear gnawing at your stomach.

You were about to agree when you heard it, the rumble of a truck. You felt the blood leave your face.

“Where’s that coming from?” Ellie looked up at you, her eyes wide. You stayed crouched low and ran to another car, peering over the hood just in time to see the lights of the oncoming truck slamming into a car that was sitting broadside across the road.

“Shit,” you swore, moving quickly back to the car where everyone was hidden. “We have to move, they’re going to crush us!”

You grabbed Ellie and stayed low, trying to get out of the path of the caravan. A gunshot rang out - from where Joel had gone, you thought - and you flinched in spite of yourself. The four of you scrambled to shelter behind another car and you were pretty sure they hadn’t seen you.

The crack of another gunshot made your stomach twist. There was a crash and you flinched, an explosion that made you flinch again.

“Stay low,” you said, voice shaky. There was another gunshot and the trucks all stopped. “Stay low, stay quiet…”

“Up there!”

It was a woman’s voice. Kathleen, you were willing to guess.

“Go, where Anthony was!”

“Fuck,” Henry looked at you, his chest heaving, eyes wide.

“We’re going to get out of this,” you said, more confidently than you felt. He looked uncertain. “We are.”

Henry pulled Sam against his side and you held onto Ellie. There was another gunshot, from the same place. A sign that Joel was still alive. You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath.

“We’ve got you pinned down, Henry!” The woman yelled. “Why don’t you just come out here? Save us all the trouble, get this over with?”

She was silent for a moment.

“No?” She yelled. “Alright…”

You peered around the car, watching as her militia started flitting from car to car. You weren’t going to have much time.

“Let the kids go!” Henry yelled. You flinched.

“Can’t do that,” she yelled back. “The girl’s with the people who killed Bryan. Sam’s with you…”

“You don’t understand!” He yelled back. He looked like he was about to cry. Your fingers curled into Ellie’s tied back hair, holding her head against you.

“Oh I understand, Henry,” she said. “But did you ever stop to think about anyone but yourself? But him? That maybe he was supposed to die?”

“He’s a kid!”

“Kids die, Henry,” she said simply. “They die all the time. Do you think you just get to destroy the world for everyone else because of them?”

“Ellie,” you whispered, releasing her head. She looked up at you, frowning. “Stick with Henry and Sam. Joel will find you. If… if he doesn’t, head west. To Wyoming. Find Tommy Miller, OK? He’ll get you where you need to go.”

“No,” she shook her head. “No, Doc…”

You ignored her, looking to Henry.

“Find Joel,” you said. “If you can’t, look out for her. I’m going to buy you time, fucking take it.”

Her fingers clung to your jacket but you broke away from her, staying low, moving from car to car until you were just a few away from the woman.

“It’s over, Henry!”

You took a deep breath and stood, hands up.

“I understand you’re hurting,” you said. You flinched, feeling their eyes all travel to you, waiting for the gunshot. It didn’t come.

It took you a moment to find the woman who had been talking but you did. She had a hand up, stalling her gunmen. You’d take that.

“You’ve been wronged,” you stepped forward again. “I understand that…”

“I don’t think you do,” she said, stepping closer to you. One of her men moved with her, in her shadow. “I don’t think you understand what Henry took from me, from us. He took hope. The person with a vision for something better after living in hell with FEDRA. Henry made sure he was destroyed before he had a chance to see that vision come true. He took that from him, he took that from me, he took that from all of us. And your friend? That man? He took a boy from his family….”

“I know,” you said, your hands still up. “And I understand why you’re hurting, why you’re angry. Why you’re doing what you’re doing but… would someone who wanted better than FEDRA want what you’re doing right now?”

Before she had a chance to argue, you kept going.

“Take me instead,” your eyes were wide, earnest. “I’ll come and work for you, I’m a doctor, you’re going to need doctors, right? If you want Kansas City to be better with you than it was with FEDRA you need doctors. I can help you, you can do whatever you want with me and I’ll still help your people. You hate FEDRA? Fine, I used to work for them, back in Boston, take it out on me. Hate the man who killed your friend? I’m with him, that will hurt him. Want Henry to feel some of how you’re feeling? Don’t kill him. That’s too merciful, just… Keep me, OK? I can help you, I’ll do whatever you ask no matter what you do, just let them go, OK?”

“You think one person, one life can make up for all of that?” She asked, shaking her head.

“No,” you replied, hoping to whatever god there was that Ellie, Henry and Sam were on the move. “But I think you want to lead people and lead people well, I think you want more than revenge. Don’t you?”

She pointed her pistol at your chest.

“You have no idea what I want,” she all but snarled it. “No idea what the people here want or need or deserve…”

There was a metallic, wrenching sound from behind her and you couldn’t help but look to find the source of it. A truck next to the burning building shifted, rocking forward, the earth swallowing it. You frowned and Kathleen turned to watch the truck disappear. She stepped back which, when your mind bothered to process any of it, seemed smart. But you couldn’t make yourself move.

Not until the inhuman shrieking began.

“Fuck!”

***

If you all made it out of here alive, Joel wasn’t sure if he was going to kiss you or kill you.

He’d done everything he possibly could to give you cover. Not that there was much of anywhere to go but he’d hoped you’d figure something out, something besides staying in danger when the trucks came to a stop. But you stayed where you were.

“Fuck,” he muttered, ducking back from the window, trying to keep from being a target himself while he could manage it. He couldn’t cover you if he was dead…

And then he heard your voice, loud and clear and confident, offering yourself up like a sacrifice upon the altar built by FEDRA’s cruelty and the suffering wrought by the cordyceps. As if that were your place. He got ready to shoot your way out of there when it happened.

The infected poured out of the hole in the earth, like the place where FEDRA had driven them was suddenly emptying them back onto the surface, every one of them hungry and reaching for retribution.

The only blessing was that, for a moment, the resistance’s attention wasn’t focused on you. You froze for a moment before you walked backwards a few steps and then turned and ran, trying to get back to the car where Ellie, Henry and Sam were hidden. He did his best to give you cover, taking down the infected as they broke through the line, until you reached the car.

“Move,” he muttered to himself, watching your hiding place. “Come on Baby, fucking move…”

“Run them down!” The resistance woman yelled.

“Fuck,” Joel muttered, looking to her and her men for a moment. Most of them were focused on killing infected and the enemy of my enemy…

He went back to you and thank fuck you listened to him, moving with Ellie and Henry and Sam, just looking to get away from there. You looked toward him at the house and he wasn’t sure if you could see him but he gave you a nod. He saw you, he would find you, he would protect you. He hoped you knew it, even if you couldn’t see it. He hoped you’d sense it somehow, like he’d sense it with you.

The infected were fast and overwhelming, swarming the resistance troops. Sam and Henry broke off and Joel cursed, sticking with you and the girl. The pair of you cowered behind a car for a moment and Joel saw you point and Ellie nod. He followed where you were looking - an SUV with an open window.

He could clear your path. He shot an infected that was getting closer to you, one that would be in the way. You looked to him again, for just a second, before running with Ellie.

Your pistol was drawn this time, at least, and you managed to shoot an infected twice before it dropped. Joel took care of three more.

At the SUV, you boosted Ellie through the window but the girl had almost gotten stuck. You weren’t going to fit. Fuck, you weren’t going to fit…

You figured it out quickly, running again. Joel covered you, taking out the infected trailing you as you ran.

He noticed the resistance woman and her guard then, both of them more interested in finding you and Ellie and Henry and Sam until a giant fucking bloater rushed them.

To the man’s credit, he threw the woman behind him and stood his ground, shooting the infected with a caliber of bullet that wouldn’t do a goddamn thing.

For half a second, Joel considered shooting the fucking thing. It was a threat to you and the girl, after all. It was hardly a waste of bullets. But the resistance woman immediately turned and started following you, like she was on a fucking mission, like her men weren’t dying around her.

He left the bloater to finish off her right hand man.

Joel looked back to where Ellie was and realized an infected in the body of a child had managed to climb in the car with her. He could only watch as she scrambled for a door and made it out into the chaos of the scene again, slamming the door shut behind her. He got ready to cover her, hoping she’d be smart enough to go for you as you closed in on the tree line, no idea that she’d been in trouble.

Ellie wasn’t smart. Instead, she ran for Henry and Sam, the pair of them pinned down below a car as a cluster of infected stretched and clawed to reach them.

“Fuck,” Joel muttered, trying to take out the ones he could. Ellie was small but vicious, jumping on infected and thrusting her knife into its neck until it fell.

She was able to pull Henry and Sam free just as you seemed to realize what was going on. You went to help but the resistance woman was in your path, her gun pointed at you. You froze, your hands up. He went to shoot her but an infected was coming for her first, the small one that had been in the car with the girl. You spotted it, too, and you pointed, like you were warning the woman who had you at gunpoint.

The child infected leapt for her and started ripping and tearing. Ellie, Henry and Sam were near you but there weren’t many infected that had reached where you were yet. If he was going to move, now was the time.

He slung the gun over his shoulder and ran, taking the steps two at a time and tearing through the night to find you.

There were no infected or soldiers on his path and he reached you quickly, the four of you clambering up the hillside as the screams of infected and militia melted together behind you.

You looked up at him, your eyes wide. There was blood by your ear and his stomach dropped.

“Let’s go!” He stepped to the side, Henry in the lead with Sam close behind, followed by Ellie and then you.

The second you were close enough, he grabbed you, holding you to him for a moment.

“Never fucking do that again,” he was panting for breath. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around him, holding him for a moment, before he let you go and you followed the others up the hill.

***

There was a small motel that you reached just as Joel thought you were far enough away from the hellish chaos of the scene to stop and the four of you hurried inside, locking the doors and drawing the curtains, hoping that you wouldn’t need any of the precautions.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe we’re alive,” Henry laughed as soon as you were safely inside. “Holy fucking shit, I can’t believe we survived that!”

“Does anyone need medical attention?” You asked, dropping your bag down. “I’m assuming no one got bitten but if anyone’s scraped up otherwise… I got a scratch I know I need to patch up, anyone else?”

Ellie just shook her head. Henry signed at Sam who signed back.

“Think we made it out unscathed,” Henry smiled. Sam signed and Henry signed back. The boy smiled broadly, taking Ellie by the hand and leading her to the adjacent bedroom, writing frantically on his small erasable pad as he went. Joel went and set a lantern up in the room and came back out to where you’d settled on the floor, your head leaned back against the wall, Henry sitting at the table.

“Still can’t believe we lived through that,” he laughed, almost giddy. You smiled a little.

“Yeah, me either,” you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“We’re talkin’ about you doin’ shit like handing yourself over to anyone who asks,” Joel grumbled. You opened your eyes long enough to watch him settle at the table beside Henry. You shrugged.

“Figured I’d find a way out eventually,” you said. “And out of all of us, I made the most sense. They had the most reason to keep me alive, Henry has Sam and you need to get Ellie to Wyoming. I couldn’t get her there on my own. I’m pretty disposable - minus my very convenient skill as a human blood bag.”

Joel ground his teeth and you closed your eyes again.

“What’s in Wyoming, anyway?” Henry asked.

“My brother,” Joel said after a moment. “Think he might know a good place to go. Hopefully a lot fuckin’ better than here, especially when it comes to raisin’ kids…”

“Do you think they’ll be OK?” Henry asked. You opened your eyes again to look at him and he jerked his head toward the door. Ellie was leaning over a comic book they’d taken from the settlement in the tunnels, making dramatic hand gestures.

“Yeah,” you said after a moment of watching them. “Kids are like rubber. Shit just bounces off of them sometimes. Not to say don’t keep an eye on him, pay attention to him, ask if he needs to talk or wants help but… I think he’ll be OK.”

“And Wyoming can be a new start for him,” Henry said. “For both of us. It’ll be good for us, I think.”

“New start’s not a bad thing,” Joel said, looking at you, his eyes serious. “Sometimes it’s just what you need.”

You smiled a bit at him.

The three of you let the kids play for a while longer before Joel and Henry went in to collect the lantern and tell them that it was time to go to sleep. You weren’t too far behind, stretching your sleeping bag out on the floor.

Henry put his on the opposite side of the room and Joel set his up close to yours. You frowned.

“You don’t have to worry about me, whatever you’re doing,” you said. He shrugged.

“Wanted to stay close,” he said. “Make sure you don’t go and try to offer yourself up as a sacrifice to whatever fucker happens to come by…”

You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t be mad at me because my logic made the most sense,” you scoffed. He stretched out on his sleeping bag.

“It didn’t make sense,” he said. “Not to me.”

“You’ll need to get over that hangup,” you muttered as you stretched out, too. He just grunted back at you but put his arm over you again, his elbow settling comfortably into the area between your hipbones and your ribs.

You knew you should fight him on this. On him touching you. You knew it would be bad for you, in the end. When he got bored, when he worked through whatever he was working through, when he put you down again. Like an old toy that he knew would still be sitting there when he returned, he’d leave you behind and you would stay right where he left you, waiting for him to take an interest again.

But it couldn’t be good for him, either. To be working himself closer to you knowing what would come next. It couldn’t be painless, could it? He had to feel something, right?

Maybe he didn’t. Maybe his indifference had grown to the point where you were just a warm body now, something of such little consequence he could wrap around you one night and break away from you the next.

You could deal with the fallout of it when it came, you figured. When you went with the Fireflies, it was going to feel a bit like the end of all things. You were going to be alone, more alone than you’d been since the night of the outbreak. Now was not the time to be picky if he was giving you something that you could live with losing. Now was the time to cling to his touch, memorize it, see if you could fall into it when you were alone, too. You fell asleep feeling his breath on your neck.

You woke up to screaming.

Joel jumped up, tearing to his feet as Ellie scrambled out of the bedroom, Sam snarling viciously behind her.

It took you a moment to start to understand what was happening, your sleep-addled brain not able to catch up as you clambered out to your feet. You’d asked everyone, when you got here last night. Henry had asked Sam, you’d watched him do it. It didn’t make sense, he couldn’t have turned, it didn’t make sense, how could he have turned?

“Ellie!” Joel screamed, going for her but Henry pulled his gun, shooting the floor at his feet where you’d been just seconds before. Joel threw you behind him. Ellie screamed and you tried to go for her but Henry kept the gun on you, his eyes wide.

“There’s nothing you can do!” You yelled at him. “He’s gone, you can’t help him, there’s nothing…”

He turned the gun to Sam and fired. A horrible, wracking sound tore from Ellie and you pressed your face into Joel’s back. His whole body was stiff. You clung to him, not wanting to look at the small body you knew was just feet away.

“Ellie,” Joel said. “You OK?”

She made a noise that sounded like a yes.

“Oh my God,” Henry breathed. You opened your eyes and stepped around Joel. The gun was still in Henry’s hand. It was pointed at nothing. “What… what did I do?”

He was staring at the place you couldn’t look.

“You had to,” you said quietly. “He was already gone, you saved Ellie…”

“Henry,” Joel said, stepping toward him cautiously. “Just give me the gun. It’s OK, just…”

He turned the gun toward himself.

“No,” Joel said, reaching for him, trying to be calm, trying to maintain control. “No, don’t…”

He pulled the trigger before the sentence had left Joel’s mouth. You jumped and flinched and pressed your face into Joel’s back again as Ellie screamed, the sound ripping through you.

You forced yourself to open your eyes, to look where you’d been dreading to look, your stomach twisting at the sight of the tiny body on the floor. Ellie sat there, her eyes wide and watery, mouth open in shock, staring at where Henry’s body lay on the ground.

You went for her, stepping over Sam’s small frame to gather her in your arms. She let you, her limbs limp and pliant.

“It’s OK sweetheart,” you said softly, kissing the crown of her head as she pressed her face into your chest. “I’m so sorry. It’s going to be OK. I’m so sorry…”

You just held her as she sobbed, surrounded by the bodies of the people who you’d thought you could save.

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A/N: A sad goodbye to Sam and Henry wraps up this chunk of canon overlap. Next up, we're going to see a lot more of the trip to Jackson with our little trio - including some stuff that I think people have been really looking forward to *wink wink*

So I did something different with my taglist today. A writer buddy told me you have to like... do something to each handle to make it a tag and not just copy/paste? Yeah I'm still fumbling around with this site guys lol I've only been here like 2 months so I apologize! Hopefully the tagging worked better this time! Let me know in the comments if you want to be added to the tag list :)

Thank you so much for reading! It's been so fun to write the story with all of you reading along. I so love reading all of your thoughts and knowing that you're invested in these characters. Thanks for hanging out with my work. Love you all!

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-> I’m Yours ~ Jason Marx

-> You're Still The One ~ Shania Twain @senawashere

-> Bubbly ~ Colbie Caillat @shinycupcakebaker

-> You and I ~ Lady Gaga @briseisgone

-> You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This ~ Toby Keith @a-reader-and-a-writer

-> Chasing Stars ~ Rupert Pope, Giles Palmer

-> Delicate ~ Taylor Swift @purelyfiction

-> Lavender Haze ~ Taylor Swift @becks-things

-> Style ~ Taylor Swift

-> Wildest Dreams ~ Taylor Swift

-> Lover ~ Taylor Swift @sorchathered

-> Wonderland ~ Taylor Swift @sparklehippie17

-> Love Again ~ Dua Lipa

-> Kiss Me ~ Sixpence None The Richer @muddwheelz123

-> Can’t Help Falling In Love ~ Elvis Presley @seresinsbrat

-> Can’t Take My Eyes Off You ~ Frankie Valli @withahappyrefrain

-> Be My Baby ~ The Robettes @nerdgirljen

-> Bad Romance ~ Lady Gaga @briseisgone

-> Somebody To Love ~ Queen @rockstxr-x

-> Lovefool ~ The Cardigans

-> Like a Wrecking Ball ~ Eric Church @mynameismackenziemae

-> Counting Stars ~ OneRepublic

-> Adore You ~ Harry Styles @seitmai

-> Radio ~ Lana Del Rey

-> All Of Me ~ John Legend @fanboyswhore9

-> Always Be My Baby ~ Mariah Carey @ryebecca

-> Let’s Stay Together ~ Al Green

-> Here I Am ~ Bryan Adams @auroralightsthesky

-> Something Just Like This ~ The Chainsmokers, Coldplay

-> Jessie’s Girl ~ Rick Springfield

-> Dandelions ~ Ruth. B @callsign-phoenix

-> I Want It That Way ~ Backstreet Boys

-> You & I ~ One Direction

-> A Thousand Miles ~ Vanessa Carlton

-> Hey Lover ~ The Daughters Of Eve @sunlightmurdock

-> She Will Be Loved ~ Maroon Five

-> Maps ~ Maroon Five

-> Girls Like You ~ Maroon Five

-> Stay With Me ~ Sam Smith

-> Love On The Brain ~ Rihanna @moonlight-prose

-> Mary Me ~ Train @sailor-aviator

-> Young & Beautiful ~ Lana Del Rey

-> I'm In Love ~ Hailey Whitters @purelyfiction

-> For Once In My Life ~ Stevie Wonder

-> Just Give Me A Reason ~ P!nk, Nate Ruess @bradshawsbaby

-> Just The Way You Are ~ Bruno Mars @mamachasesmayhem

-> I Don’t Wanna Live Forever ~ Zayn, Taylor Swift

-> How To Save A Life ~ The Fray

-> Love Me Like You Do ~ Ellie Golding @senawashere

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#leahs galentines day special #top gun fandom #top gun fanfiction #top gun au #jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bob floyd imagine #mickey garcia #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #too gun maverick

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love-islike-abomb · 6 months

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Renegade: part 17

Roman reigns x OC Scarlet

Gif credit: @romanreigns

Warnings: SMUT!! Errors I may have missed.

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns

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Scarlet's POV

I woke up to empty sheets but the familiar scent of lavender and jasmine filled my nose. I walked to the bathroom and found a bubble bath had been set up for me with candles and soft music playing in the back ground and a glass of white wine.

"How did I get so lucky?" I smiled.

"I think it's me who's the lucky one"

I spun around to see him standing in the doorway with a wide smile on his face in only his boxers. "You did this for me?"

"It's been a long week and I thought you could use the relaxation. Am I not aloud to pamper my woman?" He smiled.

I smiled back and stepped inside the water and slowly sunk into it the heat relaxing my muscles making me involuntarily moan out. He stepped in behind me and I leaned up to give him some room to sit down. Pulling me back into his embrace I melted into his touch as he placed soft kisses along my shoulder "I saw how you were looking at me in that open field last night" he growled "the feeling is mutual!"

"What do you mean?" I asked

"Scarlet I read your mind. If Josh hadn't been there you would have had me in that field!" He chuckled kissing up the side of my neck.

"I couldnt help it! The pregnancy hormones make me horny as fuck!" I said

"I can help with that!" He growled in my ear. "I wanna watch that ass bounce against my cock!"

I stood up out of the water and grabbed a towel and turned around "I'm not stopping you" I grinned purposely swaying my hips more as I walked to the bedroom.

I laid the towel in the bed and went to grab my robe before he grabbed my hand, pulling me to him "the things you do to me!" He growled "it's like I'm drunk on you! Everything about you drive me crazy!"

Without even thinking I crashed my lips to his and he weaved his hand through my hair pulling my head back slightly to kiss down my neck "face down ass up baby girl!"

I smiled and turned around purposefully shaking my ass at him before feelikg the sting of a smack "don't tease me baby!"

I crawled on the bed and arched my back as deep as I could "mmmm! That's my good girl!" He groaned, running his hands up the curve of my hips to the small of my back, his long thick fingers running through my wet folds making me shudder in anticipation.

Stroking himself a few times he lined himself up with my entrance before slowly easing in "ugh!" Both of us groaned in unison "fuck baby girl that pussy is so hot! Hmmmf I'm gonna make you scream!" He growled.

He grabbed my hips, hitting deep, hard strokes that made me have to hide my face in the sheets so my neighbors would t hear my screams of pleasure. I moved my hips against his to match his rhythm "oh yeah bounce that ass on my cock baby! Uhh that's what I wanna see!"

I bit my lip at his words. Fuck his dirty talk was amazing! "You like baby?" He chuckled. "Whats my name baby girl?"

He grabbed my hair, pulling me up slightly and wrapped his hand around my throat "what's my name baby?" His thrusts got harder and deeper "Daddy!" I groaned.

"Oh yeah you like when daddy fucks that pussy good and deep huh? I feel it tightening to! You gonna cum on my cock aren't you?!"

Fuck! That damn dirty talk!

"Oh yeah milk my cock! Fuck baby your gonna make me cum!" He groaned as my orgasm hit me and I felt his as ropes ofnhis hot cum covered my walls and his grip tightened in my neck. "Oh fuck yeah! Uhh!!" A few sloppy thrusts later and he stilled inside of me trying to catch his breath before pulling out of me.

I collapsed on the bed with a wide smile "what're you so happy about?" He chuckled. "I love you" i smiled

"I love you to" he smiled back.

I crawled up to the top of the bed and laid my head on the pillow and covered up and he was right behind me. He crawled under the covers and snuggled next to me, wrapping his strong arm around me protecting me from the the world outside. Sleep soon came for us both and we fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

#Roman reigns #big daddy uce #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x oc #wwe smut #wwe x oc #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #spotify

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puckarchives · 4 months

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the good i'll do: j. quinn

blurb: falling in love with jack; inspired by "the good i'll do" by zach bryan. / word count: 1.1k / pairing: jack quinn x fem!reader

When Jack had first prompted the idea, you didn’t think he was being serious. You played it off as a joke, at first—the inability to believe that the man you had been falling in love with over the course of the past six months would want to spend time with you outside of his hockey season bringing down every hope that his invitation to his teammate’s wedding was sincere, and not something that only came up because he was a bit loopy after sleeping with you.

“Do you think, well…” he had whispered, encased in the darkness of your room. The room that was shut away in a shabby little building on the outskirts of Buffalo—a drive that Jack would have taken almost happily, as long as it meant that you would be waiting on the couch wrapped in a blanket that smelled like your lavender perfume, and where he’d be welcomed home.

“Do you think you might want to come with me to Sam’s wedding? He and Lindsay are getting married in June, and I know you finish with classes before that. Maybe you’d even consider staying for a bit at home with me,” he finished.

The reality was, however, that it wasn’t a joke; instead, the invitation was genuine. It was Jack reaching out an olive branch to you—the girl he was falling in love with, too. So, after realizing that the pretty boy was being sincere, you accepted, even a bit bashfully.

“Jay, I’d like that,” you whispered back, cuddling further into the space between his collarbone and the juncture of his neck, almost as if you could physically melt into him. You were practically boneless in his arms—all of your own body entwined with him, and almost as if you could conjoin yourselves just through touch. You felt the boy underneath you relax a bit, his heartbeat slowing down from the erratic beating you thought was from your previous activities, rather than the nerves of him asking you to be his date to a friend’s wedding.

“Yeah?” he asked, the hand that wasn’t laid across your back coming up to brush your hair back from where he could feel it tickling the bottom of his face. You looked up at him, picking up your head enough to meet his gaze. He was softly smiling now—a smile that wasn’t unlike the goofy one he constantly wore around his teammates and the media, but that was different nonetheless; this specific smile was just for you — it didn’t belong to the world outside of your door. Instead, it was the smile Jack Quinn reserved just for you—under the safety of his admiration for you, and under the alcove of warmth the two of you had created. His hand brushed your temple once more, before falling back down to your jaw, where his thumb softly brushed back and forth.

“Yeah, baby,” you said quietly.

Almost six months after that cold January night, you found yourself in the middle of the dancefloor to the wedding you had agreed to be at months prior, wrapped up in Jack. The two of you were slow dancing to whatever song had come up, skin warm from the Ottawa summer air, and still reveling in the same easy affection the two of you had come to share.

Jack, dressed smartly in a black tuxedo with a linen shirt that was breathable enough against the setting sun, and you in a matching green emerald gown; according to Jack, you were the most beautiful woman there, but you think the bride would have had some remarks about that one.

In the middle of the dancefloor, you could see Jack’s teammates, Owen, Krebs, and even JJ making eachother laugh as they spun their own dates around and around the dancefloor; the boys had all come out to support their teammate on his nuptials, and in that exact moment, you were so happy to be around them too.

As the song came to an end, Jack softly grabbed your hand from where it was held on his shoulder. You could feel the effects of the two glasses of wine you had at dinner; some sweet and tangy red wine that had gone really well with what they had served, and one that you liked very much because of how, oddly enough, you and Jack had both taken up collecting wines, for some reason. (The real reason being the two of you liked getting wine drunk and watching Golden Girls, but that secret would never leave the confines of your home.)

The older man softly led you to the outside patio, stopping only to shield you a bit from the attempts at conversation by other couples. You could smell the grass outside—freshly cut, but whispering to the rain that would surely be falling in a few hours time, but you were still acutely aware of the feeling of Jack’s hand in yours.

You would know Jack’s touch anywhere, really. The feeling of his callouses brought on by years and years of street hockey, of gloves and sticks, and of the cuts he sustained from growing up. In a way, they were your favorite part of him—reminders of who he was, the passion and drive he had put into his career, and the promise that he would still be so soft to you; only for you.

“Come here, pretty girl,” he said.

Jack led you to a quiet patio set up outside of the venue, where you could still faintly hear the music blasting. You felt his hands circle your waist, bringing you closer to where he stood in the middle of the small setup.

“Dance with me?” he asked quietly, and god, you would have done anything to keep him looking at you like that, forever. Jack was beautiful all on his own, but the way he was looking at you reminded you of why you had fallen in love with him in the first place; of why you would always be his biggest fan in anything he did, of why you would be wearing his jersey and his last name for the rest of your life.

“Of course, baby. How couldn’t I?”

And you danced.

#jack quinn #jack quinn imagine #jack Quinn x reader #sabres hockey #nhl sabres #buffalo sabres #jack quinn fic #this is for my jack quinn girlies

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sad-trash-pigeon · 11 months

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about me

⤍ and also a masterlist of all my shark posts .ೃ

my name is fern, but you can also call me pigeon

i'm a writer and an artist, and also a fucking nerd

★ [ interests ]

i listen to olivia rodrigo, alex g, nirvana, zach bryan, noah kahan, and the smiths <3

i love flowers so much <33 especially lily of the vallies, lavender, and forget-me-nots

my favorite books are the outsiders by s.e. hinton and solitaire by alice oseman and i relate heavily to tori spring

i also love the marauders, i kin both regulus black and pandora :)

★ [ basics ]

my pronouns are she/her

my sun sign is virgo, moon is aquarius, and my rising is libra !!

my personality type is isfp, the artist

i adore art, writing poetry and stories, annotating books, and and of course sharks !!

★ [ shark facts ]

yay sharks! (fun facts)

orders of sharks(scientific families within the elasmobranchii group)

all about catsharks

all about basking sharks

all about greenland sharks

if youre 18+ dni, unless i follow you, i am a minor

-messages/asks/tags are always open, especially to mutuals-

i hope you have a good day !!

#intro post #ily all #<3

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thatesqcrush · 8 months

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 10.5

Bryan Kneef x reader. Part of the Fall From Grace series. NSFW for graphic smut, obscene language (right under the cut). Y'all already know the drill. Proceed at your own risk.

AN: Story crosses over with Suits. Yeah, that other lawyer show. Also feats. some of the language of the pilot from Suits when Mike & Bryan meet (where in the show Mike shows off his eidetic memory to Harvey).

AN3: This fic was very much inspired by Vampire & Bad Idea, Right? by Olivia Rodrigo. See if you can spot the lyrics.

WC: 4K

The sun poured into the bedroom. You groaned, trying to block out the light. The sounds of the city coming to life filled the air stirring you awake. The buzz of your phone alarm filled the room and you rolled over with a groan to shut it off. It was ten to 6. Despite the end of summer drawing near, it was still bright out. Clocks wouldn’t change for another month.

You blinked a few times before recalling that you weren’t alone. You looked over to the side where Bryan was asleep on his stomach. You smiled and it was in that moment that Bryan himself woke up.

“Hey.” He had a bit of a frog in his throat. He cleared his throat and repeated himself. “Good morning.”

“You know, I'm really glad that you came. And told me how you felt,” you replied, your voice quiet, but wistful. “I’ve really missed you.” You laid on your side, noting to yourself how adorable Bryan looked with his hair all mussed up from sleeping. He started to go gray in his temples, just smatterings of salt intermixed with pepper. It skyrocketed his handsomeness. You could pinch yourself over the fact that despite everything, it was you that he wanted.

Bryan reached over, a single finger tracing your cheek. “I’ve really missed you too.” He propped himself up on his elbow.

“Which begs the question, what if I hadn’t been so… forgiving?”

“Oh, I don't know,” Bryan hummed. “All that unresolved sexual tension? It was kind of fun.”

You let out a giggle as you nodded. “It was, wasn't it?”

Bryan wrapped a large hand behind your neck and pulled you in for a kiss, soft and tender. It quickly deepened and became more needy and passionate. You let out a moan as Bryan’s very talented hands began to venture further south. He rucked your negligee up, exposing your tits.

You pulled back and sat straight up, pulling off the lavender satin negligee you changed into at some point in the middle of the night.

Bryan palmed your tits, enjoying the weight of them in his hands. His thumbs ghosted your nipples, already rock hard due to the combination of cool air and arousal. You could feel how hard he was beneath you. You ran your hands through your hair, pushing it back and off your face.

“Wanna throat fuck me til I cry?”

Bryan’s normally tranquil green eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide with arousal, and he gave you a lascivious grin. You let out a yelp as he flipped you over, so you were on your back.

Bryan flattened his hand along your body, over the swell of your breasts, down your sternum and across your stomach. Your skin goosebumped under his touch.

Bryan took your thighs in his hands, and gently spread them apart. He grabbed your calves and positioned them so that your legs draped over his shoulders. He placed open wet kisses along your inner thighs. The wiry hair of his beard was rough against your skin, burning in a delicious way. You shivered involuntarily as his breath hovered over your folds.

Bryan gave a small chuckle against your legs and you propped yourself onto your elbows. “What’s so funny?”

Bryan met your gaze. “Getting used to you with a full bush. All the other times that we fucked, you were bare or you had just a landing strip.”

You arched your brow. “Are you fucking serious right now? I haven’t had time to take care of that.” You paused for a beat before continuing. “And it’s not like I had a steady stream of suitors beating down my door.”

“Shame for them,” Bryan murmured. His thumbs dragged up your lips and pulled them apart, exposing the pink of your flesh, already so wet for him. He leaned forward and inhaled your scent before pulling back slightly to spit. Bryan used the pad of his index finger to stroke along the seam of your folds to your clit, spreading and mixing your wetness with his spit.

You collapse onto the bed and closed your eyes as Bryan dove into your folds. His tongue performed in ways you didn’t think was humanly possible. His tongue was warm and wet, and you could hear the obscene sound of wetness in the room. Your pussy juices drip, coating his beard as Bryan continued his onslaught, devouring you hungrily.

He flattened his tongue and licked the whole length of you, tasting you. He kept at it, licking you with big, broad strokes, before trapping your swollen, sensitive clit between his lips. At first he focused on your clit with his tongue before moving onto scraping it just ever slightly with his teeth. Your hips jerked from the intensity, and he laid a heavy arm over you, keeping you in place.

“You taste so good,” Bryan murmured in between breaths. “Fucking soaked— dripping for me. Best fucking pussy.”

Bryan resumed his oral ministrations, his tongue massaging furiously, before moving his mouth lower again, letting his tongue dip inside you slightly. Your hips undulated against his mouth as he fucked you with his tongue.

You whimpered above him, gripping the sheets as Bryan slid two thick fingers inside you. It may have been months since the two of you were together but he still remembered how to work you, hitting you exactly where you needed him to. His thumb rubbed your clit and you felt the all too familiar coil in your lower belly begin to tighten.

“Bry… oh fuck! Gonna come!”

Bryan increased the pace of his fingers. “Give it to me sweetheart. Soak my face.” His mouth returned to your clit, torturing and abusing it in the best way.

You reached down and gripped his hair tightly, keeping him in place. Bryan grunted in response.

You find yourself holding your breath, stiffening as the coil snapped, careening you through orgasmic bliss. Bryan you through your climax, groaning as you soaked his face and fingers. You let out a deep guttural groan of his name.

Bryan’s fingers kept a steady rhythm inside you. His thumb ghosted your clit and you jerked in response, oversensitive.

You tried to move, but Bryan pinned you tightly against bed. “One more sweetheart, can you be a good girl and come for daddy again?”

Bryan crooked his fingers, finding that one spot that all your prior relationships could never find. Your legs start to tremble, abdominal muscles tensing. The pressure is intense, more so than before. His fingers fuck you with such a rapid rhythm and before you know it, your body arches as you come again, this time in a big wet gush all over his face and fingers. “Good girl, my good fucking girl.” His voice is low and gruff, adding another layer of intensity.

As you come down, Bryan cleaned you up with his tongue softly, languidly. He released your clit with a big wet squelch and made his way back up your body. You are trembling in the aftershocks of it all.

“What a way to wake up,” you sighed contentedly. Bryan kissed you and you tasted yourself on his lips. Your breath is running ragged, your chest heaving. You stretched in place before rolling onto your knees. “It’s your turn.”

You took a pillow and threw it onto the ground. Bryan grinned and settled himself on the edge of the bed. His cock was red and angry. Cum weeper from the head dripping down a meaty vein.

Your mouth watered at the sight and your cunt clenched around nothing, already aching and desperate for more. You longed to taste the salt of his essence, feeling the weight of his big cock on your tongue. You looked up at him from under your lashes.

“Like I said earlier, throat fuck me til I cry.”

Bryan twisted a hand into your hair and tugged, forcing you to look at him.

“Is that what you want? Gonna let me fuck your face til you cry?”

You nodded and let out a whimper. “Please.”

Bryan released his grip and took his cock in his hand. He tapped the head of his cock against your lips. “Open up sweetheart. This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

You smiled at him before opening your mouth wide.

***

Eventually you managed to pry yourself away from bed and Bryan, to get ready for work. Bryan planned to work from your apartment, but not before checking out of his hotel room and having his belongings brought over.

You sat on the edge of the bed, pulling up your thigh high stockings. Bryan was in the shower and it took everything in you to not join him.

You had decided on the mint green lingerie set - the same one you wore back when you were in the Hamptons, complete with garters. You chose a pencil skirt and silk sleeveless blouse. You finished doing your hair and makeup as Bryan emerged from the shower. You couldn’t help but gape as he sauntered in completely nude, peacocking for all to see.

“Jesus Christ.”

Bryan preened. “You sure I can’t tempt you to take the day?”

You looked at him and then at your watch. “I really, really want to… but I have a bunch of time sensitive stuff to get out. I’ll leave early though - I’ll text you on my way out.”

Bryan walked over to you and kissed you deeply, effectively ruining your lipstick. You were breathless when the kiss broke. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye babe,” you murmured. You turned and Bryan gave your ass a smack. You giggled and turned to look at him. You blew a kiss towards him before you shut the door behind you with a quiet click.

Later that workday, you found yourself in Rachel’s office personally dropping off some files so that you could spill to her and get her advice.

“But, God, Rach when I look at him, my brain goes, "’ahhhh’, like I can’t hear my thoughts like blah-blah-blah. And yes I know he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect?”

“The next thing you’ll say is he’s just a friend. That’s the biggest lie you have ever said.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I—

“So he tripped and fell into your bed?” Rachel asked in disbelief as she took a sip of her coffee. “When I last texted you, you said you were asleep.”

You swallowed your own iced coffee and let out a snort. “I just never said where or in whose sheets.”

Rachel sighed. “Do you not recall what led you to leaving Chicago? He broke your heart. And now you’re getting back together after just one date? He needs to prove himself.”

“I— he— yes, everyone told me he was bad, bad news. God, I hate the way I called them crazy too. With him - I see the parties and the diamonds when I close my eyes. And it’s not like I did not try the NYC dating scene which was a bust. And I am sure I’ve seen much hotter men, but I can’t remember when.”

Rachel’s eyes narrowed. “You’re my friend - I love you. I cannot stand to see you get hurt again. The four of us should go out to dinner. He hasn’t gone back to Chicago yet has he?”

You shook your head. “No, he leaves at the end of the week. He was originally going to boomerang back to Chicago after the depo but he wants to spend more time with me–”

“In bed,” Rachel cut off.

“Well, yeah. I mean why not? I certainly am not complaining,” you laughed. You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms.

Rachel sighed once more, this time not as irritated as before. “I just don’t want to see you hurt again.”

“I appreciate it, Rach, really I do. I owe it to me - to this relationship to give it a real second try. I truly love him.”

“It sounds like your mind is made up. But again, let’s have dinner with the four of us. See if the great Bryan Kneef can charm Mike and I as much as he has charmed the pants off you.”

—

You returned to your apartment with the day’s mail in tow. “Knock knock… Bryan? I’m home.”

Bryan looked up from your couch where he had just been furiously typing. “Sweetheart - welcome home.”

To Bryan you were a sight for sore eyes. He had been working on a brief that was causing him more grief the longer he plugged away at it. But there you were, blurred eyeliner and messy bun, even a run in your stocking. In that moment, he never found you more beautiful.

“Change of plans,” you replied tiredly. “We are going to have dinner with Mike and Rach. Figured STK would be good for us all.”

Bryan groaned. “I was hoping we could order in, stay in bed. Make good on my limited time here.”

You dropped your purse onto the couch and climbed onto Bryan’s lap. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed a kiss to his lips. Bryan’s arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him. You trailed your fingers along his chest and picked off a piece of imaginary lint. “I know,” you replied quietly. “I just want the people I love to get to know the man I love.”

Bryan grabbed your hand and kissed the top of it. “Besides,” you continued as you moved to nuzzle his neck, “didn’t you agree that all of the unresolved sexual tension was fun? Just think of dinner as such and we’ll be so keyed up after that–”

Bryan reached up to cup the back of your head, gently steering you against his mouth. He slanted his mouth against yours. His tongue licked hotly into your mouth, tasting you. His hands moved around from your hips to the swell of your ass, grabbing and squeezing. Arousal shot through you and suddenly the idea of waiting seemed to be stupid. You tried to do the mental math of possibly a quickie and getting ready and out the door on time.

Bryan apparently read your mind. “You know,” he husked, as his lips skimmed the slope of your neck, “we don’t even need to change out of these clothes. It would be so easy to just push your panties to the side and slide my cock right in.”

You squirmed, biting your lip. “I guess I can fix my hair and make-up in the cab,” you reasoned.

Bryan chuckled darkly. “Then turn around and lift that skirt and show me daddy what he wants. Show me that pretty pussy.”

You brushed your lips against his and then climbed off his lap and turned around. You had a feeling he would be pleased with what you wore underneath. You rucked your skirt over your thighs, revealing your stocking and garters.

“Is this the same set you wore when we were in the Hamptons?”

You turned your face to Bryan, your brow arched. “Yes, good memory but that’s not the takeaway I wanted.”

Bryan let out a small chuckle. “I suppose not.” He stood and undid the zipper of his pants and pulled out his cock, already painfully hard and throbbing.

You stood in front of him, your back to him and bent forward ever so slightly. Bryan took the opportunity to lay a hard slap on your ass, enjoying how your skin rippled and bloomed in response.

You let out a moan as he cupped you. Bryan smirked at the feel of how slick and ready you were for him even while still wearing panties. Panties that were absolutely ruined. His fingers trace along the lines of your panties. Your core throbbed and pulsed with need. Bryan hooks his fingers into the sides and pulls them down, dragging the ruined fabric down your thighs. There you were, the pink of your most feminine parts on display. “You’re fucking soaked,” Bryan muttered. “Look at you. That perfect pussy needing more.”

You shivered in need and anticipation. He sunk two fingers inside your warm, wet heat which greedily sucked him in. You let out a moan as he alternated twisting and scissoring his fingers.

His thumb ghosted your clit and you found yourself rocking rhythmically on his hand. Your desire and need to come grew stoked easily to flame as you were already keyed up from the morning. He crooked his fingers forward and stroked upwards. You jerked and gasped at the sensation, at the feel of the spot that only he knew. Your breath heaved as pleasure coursed through you. You were so close to coming when Bryan removed his hand. He tapped his hand against your cunt, delivering small but deliberate spanks. You jerked once more, and Bryan had to grip your hip to keep you steady.

Bryan used your slick that he gathered on his fingers as lubricant as he continued to pump his cock.

You turned around to fully face him and nodded. “My pussy is always ready for you, always hungry.”

“Let me see.”

You bent at the waist again, jutting your hips to his face. It was evident to Bryan how your pussylips were swollen, glistening with your juices.

“Yeah? That pussy is hungry? And what does that pussy of yours need?” Bryan asked. His eyes followed yours which were zeroed in on his cock.

“Your big cock,” you whimpered as you hovered over his lap.

“Then let me help with that,” Bryan offered. You pushed your panties to the side and sunk onto his thick length. Bryan let out a grunt while you let out a sigh of content. The feel of his cock inside of you is nothing short of incredible. The way he splits you in half once fully seated and how your cunt flutters to accommodate his length, well the burn is delicious. The burning stretch eventually settled into complete fullness as if your bodies were made just for one another, a missing piece to a puzzle.

Bryan shoved his fingers into your mouth and you can taste yourself on them. Your eyes shuttered close as you sucked on them.

You released his fingers and Bryan used the same hand to slap your ass again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to grind against him. The pace, despite it being a quickie, is slow and romantic. Bryan is big, thick and hard, filling you up perfectly.

“Is this how you liked to get fucked?” Bryan grunted. You whined, unable to formulate the words. The steady drag of his cock along your cunt has rendered you speechless. “Good girl, take it. Take this cock.”

You whined as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. You take the opportunity to scrape your teeth along his skin. The action made Bryan’s toes curl and he held you tightly as he fucked you harder and deeper. Your cream dripped down his cock. You allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure. “Don’t worry darling,” Bryan promised in between punctuated thrusts that caused you to sob and whimper with need. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t I always do?”

You manage to eke out a yes as your cunt fluttered around his cock. Your clit rubbed against the fabric of the clothes you are both wearing. You are at the precipice. You ground yourself harder to get that friction you need and your mouth goes slack as you come, soaking his cock with your release.

“Take what you need, take it,” Bryan grunted, his teeth gnashing together. He kept his pace and you kissed him hungrily as you came down from your high. “Come for me Bry,” you manage in between sloppy, wet kisses. “Fill me up. I need it, mark me, this pussy is yours.”

Your words sent Bryan over and he let out a stream of grunts and growls as he pinned your hips down to his as he released his spend into you in thick white stripes.

You both sit there, catching your breath. Bryan tilts your chin and kisses you once more. “Here’s the part where I make a corny joke about happy hour,” he replied with a smirk.

You laughed. “Or I can be cheesy and say every hour with you is happy hour.” You peppered kisses all over his face.

Bryan slanted his face just right to catch your lips. He kissed you softly and slowly. You sagged against him, just enjoying the feel of his body against yours. When the kids finally broke, he pushed some hair off of your face. His green eyes sparkled as he met your gaze.

“Every hour with you is happy hour. I love you.”

Your heart swelled to the point where you thought it would burst. “I love you too.”

—

You both managed to get out the door on time. You hailed a cab which came easily, much to your surprise given the time. Bryan spent his time watching the city go by as you shook your hair to give it volume and tried very carefully during the bumpy taxi ride to re-touch your lipstick. Dinner that evening at STK was the Bryan Kneef show, charming and showboating for hours over alcohol and various decadent dishes.

“So your lovely wife tells me you have an eidetic memory,” Bryan remarked to Mike as he wiped his mouth.

“What if I told you I consume knowledge like no one you’ve ever met before.”

Bryan arched a brow. “Prove it.”

“Pick a topic - anything.”

Bryan furrowed his brow, thinking. “Stock option backdating.” The waiter came by and brought Bryan another drink. Bryan took a sip and then continued, “Although backdating options is legal, violations arose related to disclosures under RIC section 409A.”

Mike smirked. “You forgot about Sarbanes-Oxley.”

Bryan gave a half smile and crinkled his eyes. “The statute of limitations render Sarbanes-Oxley moot post 2007.”

Rachel and you have each other knowing glances.

“Well not if you can find actions to cover up the violation in the Sixth Circuit May 2008.”

Bryan smiled. “That’s impressive.”

“Once I read something, I understand it. And once I understand it, I never forget it.”

“Shit, I should have you all come out to Chicago.” The table laughed.

Rachel turned to you and mouthed ‘I love him.’

You gave her a look, which read ‘told you so.’

“As much as I do enjoy the Windy City, I’m a New Yorker through and through. I’m glad to see you happy,” Mike chimed in, turning towards you. “You deserve it. Bryan, you’re a lucky man.”

Bryan reached over and grabbed your hand. “I am very lucky,” he agreed. “A gorgeous woman who actually likes to keep my company and swallows my cock with such genuine want? That’s true love.”

“Bryan!” you half-shrieked as Rachel and Mike spat out their drinks.

Then just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, Mike retorted similarly with respect to Rachel. Rachel dropped her head in defeat, her cheeks turning bright red. “Oh my god, this is not happening.”

Bryan ultimately settled the bill. The two of you bid adieu to Mike and Rachel as their taxi arrived. You turned to Bryan. “So now what counselor?”

“The night is young. We can go for a nightcap, or…”

You smirked. You pressed your body against his and kissed the corner of his mouth. His beard tickled your skin. Your voice was a whisper that only he could hear.

“Or.”

FIN.

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