#but as a girl with wild curls i also needed a happy hair ending for Dani too

[123pixieaod]

oh my god your girl daniel was so amazing!!! it was such a treat to read and if you ever have any more thoughts about that universe i would love to hear it!!! <3

Anon, do I ever!!!!

Firstly thank you so much for the kind words 💖 I had never written girl Daniel before so I'm so happy you think she works :)))

Secondly, yes. Yes I do. You have either opened Pandoras Box or a can of worms, depending on which allegory takes your fancy, because I literally cannot stop thinking about insecure Girl Daniel, and what would happen next to her (so I apologise in advance for the upcoming rambles lol).

So, after the time in the gym, Daniel phones Michelle and Michelle has about zero sympathy for her because she is a Working Mother™️ and thinks (possibly correctly) Daniel is a single millionaire professional sportswoman and has no right to be having problems (again going back to this deep rooted misogyny that for a woman having a family is the most important calling for them, and everything else paled in comparison).

And basically Michelle tells Daniel that of course Max would say and think that because Daniel always acts like a 'one of the boys', even as a little child, and dresses as if she doesn't care what people think of her (jealousy now from Michelle that she never felt like she could be that free???)

So Daniel gets off the call and basically decides to change, and the first thing she does is gets fake nails put on. And she goes for these little gell ones with flowers on because Flowers are Feminine.

But at the next race weekend, walking back after the press conference with Max, she realises that the nail onher ring finger has fallen off and just starts to ... cry. Because it feels like the universe's big fat way of telling her she's never going to be desirable and no man will ever want to marry her (and ofc by no man she means Max, but accepting how utterly in love with him she is feels like defeat in a different way). And Max is walking with her to the motorhome of Red Bull/ Alpha Tauri and is slightly freaking out because 😰why is Daniel just staring at her hands😰why is she nearly crying😰 and he asks and that does make her burst into tears because she just feels so pathetic in that moment, and the only thing she can say is one of her new gel nails fell off and she walks away before he can say anything else.

That evening she pretends she's feeling a bit unwell so gets to stay in her driver room and eat dinner alone and feels slightly less miserable because she now has an Even Better Plan ™️ and so she pulls off all the fake nails (flowers? How old is she, six?) and calls her mum asking for advice and is half way through listening to her mums step by step process for straightening her hair when there's a knock on her door and it's Max holding out the lost nail. And as soon as Daniel opens the door he marches in complaining that she should be more careful and that it was under the couch and he got such strange looks from the staff so the next time she should not be so upset over a nail and instead just take another from the box and replace it, and all Daniel is able to say is she didn't buy the gell nails in a box she got them done directly at a nail salon and Max just blinks out at her. And then nods, and mumbles that Kelly orders her online and they come on a box with extra. He looks away as he gentle places the sole gell nail down on her table.

"I suppose it is a good thing then I got it for you, if you had no spares," he mumbles, cheeks suddenly warm, and Daniel just nods and stutters a "thank you" and Max nods again as if they've both been caught doing something embarrassing and leaves quickly. And then Daniel is staring at the nail that Max went back and searched for and found, just for her, and then goes to retrieve all the others she ripped off and begins to carefully glue them back on, refusing to think about what any of it could mean.

ANYWAY then it's time for Daniel's Big Plan™️. This is where she gets her hair professionally straightened and begins to smile with only her lips and tries not to laugh because Girls Don't Have Loud Honking Laughs and wears long sleeves to hide her tattoos and when she's going out she wears dresses and she finally shaves her legs and she learns to wear makeup and trims her eyebrows and waxes the hair on her upper lip and begins to wear jewellery (but only clipon earrings because her race engineer tells her she would be a fucking idiot to try and get her ears pieced and then expect them to not get infected while wearing a racing helmet).

And for a while, she feels good. She feels really good. She likes the way her mother keeps texting her photos that the f1 photographers take of her and telling her how beautiful she looks now. She likes her sister texting her advice on which shoes go with which dresses and saying she's glad Daniel's finally grown up ("usually the tomboy phase only lasts a few years, not two and a bit decades, but at least you're out the other side of it"). She gets attention too, papers writing of "Ricciardo's New Look!" and articles on her "killer figure previously hidden under oversized clothing".

She likes it and she lives for the moment at at a party when they're both drunk and Max brushes his fingers over her long, silver, dangley earrings, saying "pretty," and Daniel feels her chest contracting and Max suddenly drops his hand as if the silver burns, and he looks at her and she looks back and he blinks, Maldives-blue eyes meeting her dark ones lined with eyeliner. "Thanks," she whispers, and he just jerks a nod and then takes a step back, as if there wasn't enough oxygen for the two of them that close together.

But then it slowly turns sour. She gets tired of constantly trying, constantly waking up early to do her makeup and constantly ignoring her favourite, baggy clothes in favour of new, tight shirts and dresses her sister recommends. Her mother sends her another photo, but this time it's just accompanied with "That's a bit revealing don't you think Dani?" When she facetimes her dad with her new smooth, straight hair and makeup and a smile that's always closelipped, he looks sad as he smiles back at her.

She comes P3 at the race before the summer break, and goes out wearing a sequined purple dress her sister encouraged her to buy, which once she wouldn't even consider wearing (she knows her mother would call it borderline obscene with its plunging neck line and high hem). At the last moment, she puts on the earrings Max complimented, refusing to think about the warmth in her chest as she clips them on.

At the party, she gets drunk and finds Max, and he's drinking and Kelly is there too, and she just looks so perfect, and suddenly Daniel feels like a little girl playing dress up. It all comes so natural to Kelly. She doesn't have to try to be feminine and beautiful. She just is. And Max isn't. No matter how many dresses she buys or makeup, she wears or hair heels she nearly twists her ankles on, she won't be Kelly. That's the sort of beauty you're born with, the sort Daniel is so clearly deficient in.

She wants to leave, but Max sees her before she can and weaves his way to her. His cheeks are flushed from drink, and he's wearing a white shirt with the top buttons undone, and he looks so good that she wants to die. "Your earrings," he says, blinking at them before meeting her gaze. "I talked to Victoria. About you."

"Cheers for letting me know," Daniel tries to make a joke but it sounds too bitter to land. Max frowns, no doubt picking up on her tone.

"No, I mean... what I said about you earrings. Last time. About them being pretty."

Daniel suddenly can't breathe. The club is too busy, too dark, too noisy, too much. She wants to leave, wants to suspend this moment in Amber and let his sentence stay unfinished.

"I did not mean it."

And Daniel barks a laugh, her chest aching like it's being crushed. She's so fucking stupid.

"No wait," Max says quickly, cheeks growing hotter. "I did not - I mean, of course I meant it. But they are just earrings. They are pretty because you are wearing them, and you are pretty. I do not -"

"Hi," Kelly materialises beside them, wrapping a perfect, unblemished arm around Max's waist. "Congratulations on the podium Daniel," she says in her sensual accent, the cadence smooth and so unlike the musical, messy lilt of Daniel's Australian one.

She forces a smile. Close lip. She refuses to look at Max. She makes up some excuse about not having a drink. She leaves them.

And then the night gets even more messy and Daniel gets even more drunk and ends up on the dance floor with some creep who keeps putting his hands on her ass no matter how many times she grabs them and raises them to her waist and then a tiny voice is asking her what the fuck are you doing and she leaves and the air is cold on her cheeks and her bare arms and shaven legs and her smooth hair keeps flying into her eyes and she's hugging herself as she's walking aimlessly, and then someone calls her name and it's Max, looking exhausted but significantly more sober then before.

"I did not mean what I said," he continues stubbornly, an echo of previous words, the moment that triggered her desperate attempt to change, sparking this whole fuck up.

"I looked for you," he says with a frown as if Daniel was a misbehaving child.

She snaps, "Maybe I didn't want to see you," and he blinks as if she's slapped him, as if the thought never even occurred to him.

"Yes you did. You always mean what you say." Daniel hugs herself tighter. She looks away. She wants to cry.

"Yes," he allows after a beat. "Okay, I meant what I said but I did not say it how I meant to. I just meant that the earrings are not the things which made you pretty, that -"

"And Victoria told you to say that, did she?" Daniel says, voice back to bitterness.

"No, she didn't," Max replies, his own tone beginning to sound annoyed, like Daniel is intentionally vexing him. "But she did tell... well, she made me think, and what I think is that you are not very happy, Daniel."

Daniel jerks her head up, staring at him.

"What?"

"Happy," he repeats, brows knitted together. "I do not think you are happy."

Nobody has said that to her. She has been praised or accused, her new look attracting attention and labels and names. But in all the rush and noice and chatter, nobody had said that.

"I am happy," she says after a pause, mind racing. "Of course I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be happy?"

His lips thin. "You do not smile any more. Not like how you used to."

Daniel barks out a laugh, feeling something in her chest constrict even further.

So then they have a Big Argument and Max says he does not understand why she has changed her appearance so much if it's making her so miserable and he does not like how she dresses and acts because she's not laughing or smiling anymore and she is not happy. Daniel snaps back that maybe she doesn't give two shits about what he thinks (the irony burning her from the inside out) and the argument gets even worst and eventually Daniel storms off and Max doesnt follow her.

When she gets home she just lays on her bed and cries and doesn't even bother taking off her makeup, even though she knows her mother would scold her and say she'll get spots.

It's summer break and Daniel watches as Kelly posts photo after photo of Max on holidays with her family, and Daniel just... gives up. She didn't care. It was never possible, because she's not like women like Kelly. She's Daniel, and no amount of straightened hair or revealing dresses will change that.

So she throws it all out. She bags all her new clothes into bin bags and leaves it anonymously outside a charity shop. She throws out all her makeup. She gives her straightener to a alpha tauri worker for their daughter. She lets the hair on her upper lip grow back. She goes back to her baggy shirts and ancient ripped jeans and frizzy hair. She stops caring, and it's one of the most freeing things she's ever done. She's Daniel again, Daniel with the crazy curls and oversized shirts. Daniel. Herself again.

Everyone is disappointed. Her mother barely speaks for the entire facetime they do, her lips thin in disapproval as she takes in Daniel's altered style. Her sister snaps at Daniel for wasting her time looking for advice if she was just going back to not bothering about how she looks. The papers declare "Babe-cardo is gone" and publish photos of her wearing dresses and make up as if it's a eulogy.

She is nervous to see Max again, waiting for his expression to fall as he sees she's back to being messy, ugly Daniel. Instead, his face lights up when he walks into the meeting room and sees her. They haven't spoken since their fight, haven't even texted, but Daniel blurts out a stupid joke about how even under the Mediterranean sun Max still has the colouring of a sickly Victorian child, but Max laughs and then Daniel laugh, back to her honking laugh which makes everyone turn and look at her, and just like that she knows her and Max are back to normal.

Only it's more than normal. When everyone else looks at her like she's a let down, Max smiles as if he never quite wants to stop looking at her. When some reporter asks in a patronising manner if she was trying different hair textures to see which is more aerodynamic, Max replies before Daniel can even begin to form a polite PR answer, pointing out George now has a middle parting, and surely that's much more important news then Daniel's curls, and everyone laughs and looks at George as he blushes and tries to stammer out a response. But Daniel just looks at Max, who looks back from across the opposite side of the interviewing coach. And she grins, and then Max grins back and laughs softly, looking away.

And this is pretty much the point where the tags on the fic begin. Max and Daniel are somehow closer than ever. Max keeps giving her compliments, which is new, but they're always such Max compliments Daniel can't help but laugh as he says them. Like "you are only a few seconds behind me, they is very good" or "Daniel, is your bagpack new it is very lovely and big" about a rucksack he's definitely seen her with about a hundreds time before (((but the compliments are never about her physical appearance, which Daniel never actually realises and possibly Max doesnt even realise it either. She's just Daniel, and it's her smile and her sense of humour and her liveliness which makes her beautiful to Max, not how she styles her hair or which clothes she wears))).

So then Daniel finally wins a race and Max is the first to hug her tightly and tell her how amazing she is and how lovely her drive was and of course if be hasn't had engine problems then she would've had a proper fight on her hands but he is sure it is the first of many podiums they'll share and Daniel's just laughing and hugging him back and on the podium she gets Max to do a shoey but holds her shoe to his lips and watches as the champaign runs down over his lips and the buldge of his Adams apple moves with his swallowing and she suddenly feels very drunk and slightly ill, knowing she can't have any of it but now after making her peace with it.

And down below Kelly is like 🤨🤨🤨 and doesn't understand because Max definitely didn't desire Daniel when she tried to be pretty (not very successfully either, she thinks) so how could he find her desirable now in a sweaty race suit and with inked arms dusted with dark hair and wild curls which are more frizz then anything else and a smile which seems almost cartoonist its so unnaturally big???? But she knows what she saw, watching him gently brush a few wayward curls away which had been glued to Daniel's forehead and cheeks by the champaign, watching him drink from her shoe, watching him smile at Daniel as if she's the only thing he can see.

So that night she gives him an ultimate. He has to stop seeing Daniel, or else she'll leave. And Max is like wtf Kelly isn't like other girls she's secure!!! And it's just Daniel!!!! And Kelly just snaps its pathetic and embarrassing how obviously he pines after the weirdo, and Max just goes very still and Kelly tells him Daniel is probably a lesbian anyway from how she dresses (we bringing all types of internalised misogyny in this fic🫠) and they wouldn't make any sense but him and Kelly are perfect, and Max just nods because he doesn't... him and Kelly make Sense. She's beautiful and classy and his dad tells Max that he picked well with her and people in f1 always tell him how lucky he is to have such a beautiful girlfriend and his mum writes "Max and Kelly" in letters now and somehow Max nodding is equating to him texting Daniel, Kelly dictating exactly what to say.

And Daniel gets the text and just sort of feels herself falling apart and it's so unfair because he said her earrings were pretty and then took it back, how could Kelly possibly think she's a threat to her?? But Daniel does what Max asks and doesn't text him and he doesn't text her and at the next race they acknowledge each other as nothing more then professional coworkers and Daniel wonders if this is what heartbreak is like, and how losing Max as a friend is a thousand times worse than when she admitted to herself he'd never find her desirable.

She goes back to Monaco for the two week break. She buys a photo of a shark, this one swimming and alive and looking so real she swears his eyes follow her. She hangs it in her living room. She loves it. She buys flowers. She cleans her apartment. She tries to learn to bake.

Then, a knock on her door. She's half way through baking a possibly unsaveble batch of brownies (she got the salt and sugar mixed up :((( ) and opens the door with an old Red Bull apron, a lá a Red Bull PR Christmas videos from years back, and hair in a wild mess and tattered Aussie slippers and there's Max. And even before she can comprehend he's standing there with a bouquet of especially drooping flowers he's marching in past her, going to the cabinet to get a vase all while complaining about how awful the florists in Monaco are and how they fucked up his order and how one day he will take her to the Netherlands, proper, not just for a race, and show her the tulips fields and then she will get proper flowers and and and and -

And Daniel is just standing by the still open door, staring at him, distantly wondering if she's astronomically fucked up the oven temperatures and this is CO2 poisoning. Max suddenly stills, stopping mid sentence to worry his lip before turning and blurting out "You're not a lesbian, are you?"

And Daniel is so shocked she bursts out laughing and Max's cheeks flood warm and he quickly says that of course it would be fine if she is, he has lots of gay and bi friends and besides, he knows he likes Daniel in a lot of ways and he would be happy having her as a friend because she's his best one and he -

And Daniel takes pitying on him and finally says no Max I'm not a lesbian and Max just sort of nods and looks away, and Daniel finally shuts the door but can't stop staring at him and then she laughing again, but in delight and happiness and joy as she finally realises what he said and what he meant, and then Max is laughing too and she can still feel the smile on his lips when they kiss.

And they have wonderful, pent-up-longing-finally-released make out session in her kitchen and then Daniel's alarm goes off and they spring apart as if they're teenagers caught misbehaving and Daniel looks at Max and Max looks back at her and then she grins and he looks so relieved and smiles back.

"I have wanted to do that for a long time," Max admits softly, cheeks blazing as he helps Daniel cut the brownies into squares. She looks at him but he won't meet her eye and then it somehow comes out in mutters and blushes that he's liked her for literal years, but of course she would not like someone like him, she's too cool and free and extroverted, and he moved on and Daniel just can't believe it (((Max loves her for things which aren't her physical appearance!!!)))) and tells Max he's an idiot and when he looks up at her in surprise, she kisses him.

And then Max tries her brownie and Daniel is weirdly afraid something mightve changed between them now but he takes one bite and makes a face and tells her she has always been a bit of a shit cook but this is astronomically shit and Daniel laughs and playfully shoves him and then tries a piece and can't even pretend to enjoy it. They throw it out and Max orders from their favourite Chinese and then life gets bigger and bigger and Max doesnt care if Daniel dresses smart or casual or shave or wears make up, but the one thing he insists on is she not straighten her hair again because he likes to wind the curls around his fingers and tug softly on then. Daniel somehow smiles even more and her laugh is even louder but she no longer cares, and the shark painting in her living room continues to watch her with bright, black eyes and Max eats all the ice cream left in her freezer that she hasn't been able to touch and each time she thinks she can't get any happier, Max will or complain about her thick hair clogging up the shower drain or ban her from cooking unless he's there to supervise and keep the salt and sugar separate or or or

And it goes on like that, happy and in love :)))

#sorry i warned i had a LOT of thoughts lol #insecure girl Daniel had both my heart and mind though #i had to give her a hair ending #and Max too who also goes through insecurity lol #we do love insecurity in this house #that and internalised misogyny lol #my fic #cheers for reading! #happy ending not hair ending #but as a girl with wild curls i also needed a happy hair ending for Dani too #I'm sorry for all the spelling mistakes this was very much a stream of consciousness #please let me know any other thoughts you have on insecure Dan girl Dan! #like i said #she really is stuck in my head :)))

[caraphernellie]

build god, then we’ll talk // e.w.

a/n: preacher!ellie part 2!! yay! once again heavily mcr inspired lol, also mm a fever you can't sweat out aka the best p!atd album. i got super freaked out because this accidentally posted a few days ago and i dont even know why what the actual fuck. im super nervous about this one. this one is significantly worse than the first and if i wasnt already before writing this i certainly now am never seeing the pearly gates. AGAIN IF THIS ISNT UR THING DONT READ

read part one here!!

word count: 2.6k

warnings: preacher!ellie , christian!reader . some random bitch named paisleigh i tried to go for names karen would pick. fem!reader , dom!ellie , sub!reader . rough sex . church sex they are in the church please dont be mad at me LMFAOOOO . oral (e!receiving) , inappropriate use of holy water?? lol. established relationship (secret lovers). internalised homophobia + religious trauma , mean!ellie , she’s mostly very nice , just punishing reader and suuuuper clouded by internalised homophobia. degrading/slight humiliation kink , corruption kink if you squint , dacryphilia , spanking (r!receiving) , fingering (r!receiving) , hair pulling. dialogue heavy tbh ,, . use of the word whore. use of pet names : angel , sweet girl , good girl.

towards the back of the church, you sit next to ellie during the evening service. her warm palm covers most of your thigh, thumb rubbing gentle circles into your skin. it’s secret moments shared in plain sight that get you going, that make your heart flutter and knees weak. 

it’s moments like these that increase the doubts you are having about your faith – not like ellie knows, and absolutely not like you would ever tell her. she is your lover, and you have trusted her with so much, but she could never understand this. she’s dedicated her life to the church like it’s her purpose, and you’re haunted by it.

so even as you feel yourself losing sight of the need for salvation, and as you find that you can only feel happy and free once you let go of religion, you will sit through every mass. you will pray with her. you will continue to live this hidden, shameful life, living with the knowledge that nobody else would approve of the way you love ellie.

and it gets difficult, hiding it. you’ve lived in fear, hiding the secret of your sexuality for so long, but ellie’s warmth and her gentle touch is something you wish you could show off.

the service ends, and ellie stays back as she often does to talk to anyone who needs her guidance. you sit and wait for her in the pews, growing impatient, and growing guilty as your thoughts run wild and you realise what an apostate you have become.

you fidget in your seat, antsy and itching for ellie to come back to you, so you’ll be alone once more, and free to feel her touch and her kiss that you so desperately crave. but she’s having a chat with her neighbour paisleigh, of course, who is asking ellie with some not-so-subtle judgement when she’s going to settle down to become a typical housewife. you scoff at such an idea.

ellie? settling down with a man? that’s laughable.

but watching her talk with paisleigh, the way her chapped lips move and the moonlight shining through a stained glass window hits her eyes, you need that kiss more than ever.

almost on autopilot, you trail towards ellie, standing beside her with a blank face.

she interrupts paisleigh for a moment, turning to you, there’s always that undeniable look of adoration in her eyes, how she always tries to make time for you, and be attentive towards you, and it curls the corners of your lips upwards.

“you alright?” ellie asks, quirking a brow in your direction, “somethin’ wrong or you’re just bored?”

and you realise you’re actually not sure why you came up to ellie – or, you do know, but it’s not something you could ask right now. so you just grab her hand instead of replying, and ellie’s gaze hardens. in an attempt to appear professional, she squeezes your hand before dropping it.

“is something wrong?”

“uh…”

paisleigh utters something under her breath, something that sounds a little mean, before she speaks up. “i should get going. i will see you tomorrow.”

“for sure,” ellie nods, smiling. “see you.”

and ellie doesn’t even spare you a glance, waiting until paisleigh exits the church. you’re alone, the church is empty, and it’s so silent you could hear a pin drop.

at this point, it’s a matter of who will break the silence, but ellie beats you to it. you know she’s not happy – she’s always bitching the second you come close to even subtly showing love to her when someone else is around.

“jealous or something?” ellie says, crossing her arms. she leans against a pew, crossing her ankles. “couldn’t handle hearin’ about me possibly settling down? or were you just in the mood to get us caught?”

“ellie, it’s not like that, i just–”

“then what was it like?” ellie challenges, raising her eyebrows. she’s got a real mean streak, and it only comes out when she wants to protect you.

“it was- j-just– i just wanted to be close,” you mutter, looking down, a newfound meekness in your tone, “it was just me holding your hand, i–”

“and if someone takes you holding my hand the wrong way, then what? hm? you’re willing to lose everything just to hold my hand? what, you’re that desperate for some attention?”

“i wasn’t thinking, i just–”

you don’t know when ellie got so close to you, but her hand grabs your chin and lifts your face so she can stare into your eyes. there’s not much of anger there. you know what it is, it’s her own internal struggle, that she’s only taking out on you because she saw an opportunity.

“not thinking, huh?” ellie snorts, then caresses your cheek, a far cry from the callous tone she’s giving you. “poor girl, wanted me so bad, is that it?”

your lips are sealed, a doe look in your eyes that makes ellie smirk. 

“talk. you wanted me, hm? use your words.”

“i just wanted a kiss,” you say quietly, “or at the very least, j-just a hug.”

“awe,” ellie croons, pulling you close. her heart isn’t calm like usual and you can hear it, the harboured speed she gained in fear of your secret being revealed. she’s warm as ever, her hands on your waistline and chin resting on your shoulder. “well here’s your hug, angel. but you know what i think?”

“...what?”

“you’ve forgotten where the fuck we are.”

ellie pulls away from you, and shoves you in the direction of the altar, causing you to gasp and catch yourself with your arms on the white table.

“we are in a place of worship. in the house of god, sweet girl, do you know what god thinks of people like us?”

you look down at your hands. “we’re… sinners.”

“that’s right,” ellie hums in approval. she ends up behind you, a hand gripping your throat to pull your back against her chest. “we’re sinners. and you went as far as to want me, to be thinking these kinds of thoughts during our service, in which we are to honour him. if you’re that much of a whore, i’ll give you what you want right here, right now.”

you splutter, quick shock taking over completely. “i- wha- here? in church? ellie, y- we can’t, this isn’t priv–”

“nobody’s watching,” ellie murmurs into your ear, leaving a kiss right where your shoulder meets your neck. “nobody except god himself. so why don’t i teach you a little lesson, show god how sorry you are?”

oh.

oh.

“i…”

ellie’s hand slides down your neck and to your back, pushing, pushing, until you’re bent over the altar. she tugs at the hem of your dress with one hand, the other trailing up the back of your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake like little electric sparks.

“let this punishment be our prayer. our repentance,” ellie suggests, holding your dress up. a finger traces slowly over the outline of your panties, such a feather light touch you almost don’t feel it, until she’s tugging them down and letting them pool on the floor over your mary janes. “remind me, what are we?”

you’re preoccupied, trembling over the altar and mulling over in your mind the way the air brushes against the heat in your cunt. 

preoccupied, until there’s a stinging pain spreading over your ass, and a slap echoing through the empty church, followed by your own yelp.

“i said,” ellie speaks through gritted teeth, repeating herself, “what are we?”

“sinners,” you answer, voice wavering. “so sorry, i– ah!”

another spank, right on the other ass cheek this time. ellie chuckles, her large hands kneading over soft skin to soothe the sting of it.

“we are sinners, and we always beg for forgiveness, don’t we, my angel? so how dare you–” the word dare is punctuated by another spank over the middle of your ass. “-think something so sinful in a time where we are supposed to be holy?"

a pathetic mewl whines past your lips and you tremble even more, “i’m sorry, ellie, but the–”

“don’t be apologising to me,” ellie says, chuckling. she cups your cheeks in her hands from behind, tilting your head up. your eyes focus on the large wooden crucifix hanging on the back wall of the cathedral. “apologise to him.”

“oh,” you whisper, the heat of embarrassment bubbling inside your stomach, rising to your face. “yes. of course.”

ellie’s face appears beside you, a soft kiss pressing against your shoulderblade. “i love you,” she whispers, and she loses sight of herself for a moment – forgetting where her values are, forgetting her internal battles for just a moment to show you something tender, a warning, a reminder that she is playing.

and just when you think the harsher treatment is over, she gives you this short warning that almost doesn’t register in your mind. she slaps your cunt, and she laughs at the way you buck your hips away from her hand.

“this is not going to be gentle. you didn't think your punishment was over, did you?” ellie teases, two fingers spreading open the soaking folds, gathering creamy slick over the pads of her digits. she lives for every reaction you have, every shudder and every little gasp. “tell me, sweet girl, what happens if you sin?”

“y-you’re damned,” you reply, trying to focus your gaze over the cross, and your back arches when two of ellie’s fingers slowly slide inside. “damned to hell.”

“yes,” ellie answers, an audible strain in her voice, where she grits her teeth over the feeling of your walls clenching around her long digits. “and is there a way to save yourself?”

“by… oh, el– by looking to god,” you say. your voice is barely above a whisper, but ellie nods anyway, slowly beginning to move her fingers. “and by apologising, a-and seeking forgiveness from the lord, and y-you can be absolved of s– ffuck.”

ellie is hardly listening to your answer at this point. you can’t see her, but if you could, the look on her face would be tantalising enough. lip pulled between her teeth, thick brows burrowed over narrowed eyes as she watches her fingers coat with your wetness.

“you’re right,” ellie whispers, flitting her gaze up to the back of your head again. “so what are you gonna say now, angel? do you want to be an angel? or keep being a whore?”

“i-i’m sorry, lord,” you plead, a moan choking out as ellie speeds up her pace, thrusting in your pussy, squelching, wet sounds echoing in the church and increasing your embarrassment. “please f-forgive me, for disrespecting you, in a t-time meant for w– ellie!”

the shriek comes as ellie’s free hand spanks your ass again, and she growls, “now apologise for both of us. like we always do.”

you nod, panting softly, but there aren’t many words coming to mind at the moment. think, think, we pray every time. this shouldn’t be hard.

ellie’s fingers slide in and out of you, and she smirks when she feels your clench around her again. the pace is so fast you can’t keep up, and her fingers pound so roughly it almost burns. a knot builds in your stomach, tears in your eyes.

pulled out of your daze, ellie rips a cry out of you as she grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head upwards to look at the cross after noticing your head fall. she keeps her grip tight. a hot tear slides down your cheek.

“aw, angel, this shouldn’t be hard,” ellie coos, almost as though she read your mind. “are you sorry?”

“yes, yes,” you whine, hands holding onto the edge of the altar for stability. “please, oh f-fuck, ellie.”

“please? please what, angel?” ellie asks, smirking. “you’re not cumming until you can show god you’re sorry for this.”

“i’m sorry!” you cry, a tear or two dripping onto the white tablecloth on the altar. “please, lord, f-forgive us, we have- are sinning, again, a-and- ahh, mmff,..”

ellie almost rolls her eyes, a large grin on her face that she can’t wipe off for the life of her – you can’t get a full sentence out, and she’s proud.

“please guide us, and p– protect us from future error,” you continue, “thank you for your f-forgiveness.”

“good,” ellie murmurs, easing up some of her relentless pace only to make you more comfortable, “keep cryin’, maybe your tears’ll convince someone to believe you.”

you can’t bother to reply, though ellie’s finally, for once, acknowledged how unapologetic you both are. not sorry, just guilty.

“el– ellie, i’m going to– mm, right, yea, like that please-”

ellie releases her grip on your hair, and hooks a strong arm around you. she laughs as your cunt twitches when her hand begins rubbing at your puffy clit, now with nothing on her mind but the goal of making you cum.

it doesn’t take long after that. a cord in your stomach snaps, unravelling as you shake and tremble and jitter, loud, lewd moans filling the silence of the empty church.

pulling away, leaving your wrecked hole empty, her fingers poke at your lips. as you still come down from such intensity, ellie lets you lean against her while your lips part and take her fingers in, sucking the slick off of them. 

“good girl,” ellie whispers, her other hand smoothing your dress down and patting your ass. “you’ll make a perfect angel, so obedient like that.”

you hum around ellie’s fingers, hands lazily grabbing at her wrist, half lidded eyes trained on the veins in her hand.

“i need you to do one more thing for me, can you do that?” ellie asks, taking her fingers out of your mouth. she kisses the corner of your lips, and then grips your shoulders, beginning to push you down. “kneel.”

glassy eyes peering up at ellie, tear stained cheeks and a small pout on your lips, she grunts and reaches for her belt. “ah, fuck...”

she’s ruined you. 

unzipping her pants, ellie takes down both the slacks and her grey boxers at once. there’s no time to process anything before she’s got a hand on the back of your head, gently prompting you to move closer, enticing you towards her messy cunt.

ellie looks down at you, huffing a breath out of her nose when she meets your eyes. “c’mere, angel, let me mess up that pretty face even more. just– aw, shit, uh-huh.”

your nose tickled by auburn bush, you press your face against her and flick your tongue out, lapping over her clit. the memory of your dwindling faith is hazy in this moment, nothing but ellie’s moans and taste filling your senses.

“that’s it,” ellie praises, leaning back against the altar to keep herself from growing weak. her hand begins to move your head, and you almost can’t keep up with it. “just so– mmm, ffuck yeah, shit, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

hands folded in your lap, there isn’t much you can do but take this, especially when ellie begins rutting her hips towards you. lips and tongue melting between thrusts and the hand moving you up and down, meeting ellie’s pulsing cunt, tasting her essence.

“sh– fuck,” ellie grunts, staring down at you, pretty green eyes jaded in pleasure, bushy brows knit together, and chapped lips groaning explicit praise while she teeters on the edge of orgasm.

“so, so, nnng, s-so fucking good, that’s my girl.”

your desperate whimpers vibrating through ellie’s core are what does it. she fucks her pussy against your face with a guttural moan, head tipped back in pleasure.

and when it’s all over, she lifts you to your feet, redresses herself. chuckling at the sight of your wrecked face, lips and chin covered in spit and slick, ellie kisses you with the gentlest affection.

“good girl, you handled that so well. hm, shit, you’re messy.”

looking for something to clean you off with, the only thing ellie can find around is holy water. smirking, she pours some onto her hands, and massages it over your face.

“amen,” she whispers, nodding her head.

and ellie’s smile grows genuine when half lidded eyes meet her own, and you bow your head.

“amen.”

tags: @dinasvampgf @fadedin2u @eurewili @diddiqueen @machetegirl109 @craz1er4you @divinediorss @onlinelesbo @thecowardwrites

i may consider a part 3 let me know if you want it :) it would be fluffier 😭 maybe they'd leave the church? mybe consummating a marriage iywim... hmm...

#ellie williams x reader #tlou2 x reader #ellie williams x fem reader #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ fanfic #ellie fanfic #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x yn #ellie x you #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #preacher!ellie

[pankowperfection]

Worth the Wait

God, his stylist knew what they were doing when they dressed him this morning. Rudy was always sexy, but something about the wild colors on his polo mixed with the tight denim was driving you crazy.

The look screamed young and carefree, perfectly messy hair and those damn sunglasses he kept chewing on the end of. Watching him smile and pose with fans made your heart melt, so happy that everyone loved JJ as much as both of you did.

You swear he's teasing you on purpose. Flashing his sexiest smirk for the cameras. His eyes shift to you standing on the sidelines, raking over your barely concealed body in your crop top and jean shorts. The photographers shout to get his attention and he turns back to face them, sticking out his tongue while the fans scream in the background.

As he steps off the carpet, pushing his sunglasses back into place, he catches you checking him out. He flashes his signature grin, dimple on display as he waggles his eyebrows, making you laugh but also making you wish you could sneak away somewhere for a quickie.

After a whirlwind afternoon you finally find yourselves alone, sitting on two folding chairs and drinking some water. Absentmindedly he places his ring adorned hand on your bare thigh, sparks shooting under your skin straight to your core. "Rudy..." you sigh, biting your lip while pressing your thighs together for relief.

"What is it princess?" He turns to face you fully, blue eyes raking over your face to see what was the matter.

"You're driving me crazy."

Again he grins, slowly grazing the tips of his fingers further up your thigh. "Oh really? Well I just thought I'd return the favor since you've forced me to hide a hard on all day."

When he reaches the edge of your shorts you suck in a sharp breath, so into the moment you don't even care that you're out in the open where anyone could see.

"Baby please. I need you."

"Not here, come on." He stands, grabbing your hand and helping you to your feet.

You both walk quickly, trying not to look suspicious but unable to contain your giggles.

He makes a sudden turn, your body crashing into his before he has you pinned against the wall.

"Such a bad girl. Can't even wait until we get home," he murmurs into your ear, nose ghosting down over your neck and making your shiver.

"You better cum fast, I have to make another appearance in 10 minutes."

Wasting no time his hand dives below your waistband, fingers eagerly searching for your clit and starting to rub it in harsh circles. You rise onto your tip toes, crashing your lips to his to keep your moans quiet.

Two fingers dip lower, probing your entrance before sliding all the way inside. He curls them expertly, each thrust making the band in your stomach wind tighter.

"Fuck Rudy, feels so good." One hand grips the base of his neck for support, the other reaching for the straining zipper of his pants, starting to stroke him through the material.

"Shit sweetheart, gonna make me go back out there with cum in my pants?" He doubles his efforts, each pass of his thumb over your sensitive nub making pleasure shoot through your system.

"Mmm baby, I'm gonna cum."

"That's it y/n, soak my fingers. Come on."

He silences you with a kiss just in time, orgasm washing over as your legs threaten to give out. As soon as you catch your breath you drop to your knees, freeing him from his pants just enough to swallow him whole.

"Oh fuck," he groans, hands flying to the wall for support as you start to bob your head quickly. Your tongue teases his tip, each flick making him shudder. In almost no time at all you feel him tense in your mouth, warm release painting your tongue white.

You lick him clean, tucking him away and redoing his zipper before playfully swatting him on the ass. He makes sure you're watching as he licks his fingers, moaning at the taste of you on his skin.

"Just wait until we get home, you have no idea all the things I'm gonna do to you."

You grin, lacing your fingers together as you start to head back to the main event.

"You better make it worth the wait."

@adventuresinobx @starkeyobx @paradisehamilton @ailee-celeste @pankhoeforlife @outerbankspov @houseofperfecttaste @drewbooooo @maybankslover @maybanks-luver @blueicequeen19 @toystory2wasjustokay @onmykneesforrafe @penny4yourthoughts @maddie-routledge

#rudy pankow x reader #rudy pankow imagine #rudy pankow smut #rudeth #rudy pankow #rudy x reader

[harryissuchalittleshit]

The next gen kids and...

- who they look like the most (which parent)?

- who are they like the most when it comes to personality (which parent)?

- who (except their parents) are they simillar to?

Victoire

Victoire looks a lot like Fleur when she’s younger and grows to look like her Tante Gabrielle, especially after having children. She’s tall and beautiful, and she grows into her curves and figure.

I would say her personality is a lot like Bill’s and he hates it lol. She’s a rebel with a cause and also a mother hen to her siblings. She does come off as a bit standoffish like Fleur can, but she means well in the end.

I would say she is the most like Ginny, headstrong and stubborn and not afraid to fight for her own rights and happiness.

Dominique

She looks so much like Fleur, just throw on some freckles and a wild mass of red curls she likes to call her lion mane. She is tiny and is often mistaken for being the premee baby of her siblings, not the one that was over ten pounds.

She is just like Bill, a Weasley through and through. She makes fast and rash decisions and it does bite her in the ass, but she grows from it

Speaking of which, I would say she is most like Percy. When it comes down to it, he is defined by his two biggest moments in canon, leaving and coming back. Dominique is made of the same stuff, fitting for the godfather/goddaughter duo

Louis

If you held up a photo of Louis and Bill at sixteen, even Molly would have trouble telling who was who.

He is quiet and calm and delicate, Fleur’s baby through and through. He loves art and to dance and to live his life the way he wants to, even if he has to burn some bridges

Not only is he named after Charlie, they are great friends and pen pals. Louis takes after Charlie like a duck to water and they both enjoy it

Molly

She looks like Audrey, but with those Weasley freckles and brown eyes and that unmistakable shade of gingery-orange hair. Really she and Lucy are the perfect mix of their parents

Molly is so bright and happy and hopeful, very much like her mother and the Hufflepuffs she finds kinship with. She has had so much pain and sadness thrown on her that she needs some happiness and lightness in her life

She’s like George, they both have this warmth and happiness they can bring out of themselves while also holding onto a deep trauma

Lucy

She looks like Percy the same way Molly looks like Audrey. She does have Audrey’s blue eyes but Percy’s eyesight and she does tend to walk a little taller than she really is, but sometimes she needs that extra confidence

Lucy is very emotional, she’ll cry at the drop of a pin and her moods change so quickly from happy to sad to confused to happy to angry, she tends to just let everything out because for so long Molly didn’t or couldn’t

Lucy takes after her “Uncle” Oliver Wood, one of her dad’s closest friends and quite the emotional man (when it comes to his Quidditch team lol)

Freddie

He looks like George, a bit tanner and a little taller, but he looks just like George.

Freddie is a bit troublesome, but not as bad as his dad. He’s playful and silly, but has a tendency to doubt himself at times. He loves deeply and fiercely and will fight for those he does love. He’s a good son to his parents even if he made them grandparents much too young

He takes after Ron really, his confidence goes up and down and he can crack a good joke while being in love with the smartest girl he knows

Roxanne

She looks like her Aunt Roxie, but with some dark red curls she loves to braid and play with

Like her brother she is a bit troublesome and does have some confidence issues. Her issues manifest into a horrible eating disorder and an abusive relationship, but through a lot of work and love she comes out on top

I really feel like she takes after Hermione, she’s stubborn and headstrong and used to being listened to as the smartest person in the room, but her insecurities do hold her back at times

Rose

She looks like Ron, red hair and blue eyes, freckles and that playful smile, but Hermione’s curls and her short stature

Her personality is a great mix of her parents, the good and the bad. She also tends to mother hen her cousins, which they jump on and take advantage of at times

She takes after Harry, he’s her godfather and uncle and in many ways her third parent. She learns so much from him and he’s a great source of comfort to her

Hugo

He looks like Hermione, but he does have the Weasley red hair and he’s sooo tall, the tallest of the Weasley grandsons with only Louis within inches of him

He’s happy, he’s hyper, he loves to have fun and joke around but come exam times, his head is in the books and won’t come out until it’s all over. He is very competitive, but who can blame him when he wants to be the smartest person despite his set backs

He’s like Fred, funny and sweet but sometimes with a mean streak that he hates and a hyperness that holds him back until he overcomes it

James

James is the perfect mix of Harry and Ginny, he has the messy red hair and tan skin and brown eyes and freckles and lanky limbs that are both Potter and Weasley

He is definitely a goof ball, but also has a heart of gold. He is protective and loving and often doesn’t think before he talks, but it doesn’t matter because he’s so good and honest to those he loves. He has made his mistakes, but he honors them and lives up to his names and the men his mother named him after

He is very much like Bill, taking the weight of all the family in his shoulders with pride and love even if he sometimes puts his foot in his mouth

Al

He looks just like Harry, but he had freckles on his nose and cheeks and it reminds Ginny of Fred. She will never compare her second son’s looks to Harry, always her brothers

Al is dramatic and moody and always rolling his eyes, but he loves his family and gets along with everyone despite his dramatics. Rose is his ride or die and she is the reason he made it to adulthood and he knows it

Honestly, I want to say he’s most like Ginny, but if I can’t pick a parent I would say Percy. He is a bit high strung and prideful, he’s ambitious and wanting from the world, but his family comes first over and over and over again

Lily

Merlin she looks like Ginny, she has hazel eyes like her grandfather James and can’t see anything closer than her outstretched hand without her glasses, but honestly she and Ginny could be twins if they were the same age

She is a bit of a brat, being the only girl in her immediate family and then the youngest granddaughter, she takes full advantage of being the baby. But she does grow up and levels out and becomes more than just her wants. She ends up finding a peacefulness in being unknown and called out on her more selfish behavior, and it’s good for her to see reality a bit

He takes after her Grandad Arthur, taking interest in something small but oh so important to her and finding her own ways to be brave and just in front of not only herself and others. She also takes a bit of happiness in hiding away at times, even if she’s always watching

Bonus:

Scorpius

He looks like Draco, but Astoria’s features have made there way in. It’s in the slight tan of his skin tone and the curls of his white blond hair, but otherwise he is all Malfoy

He is literally the kindest and sweetest person, sure he’s also ambitious and cunning, but people notice his presence through his polite and kind demeanor

He takes after Theodore Nott, who has proven himself to be kind and wholesome and a great father. He loves every lost child that comes into his home and has made his home open and accessible to anyone that needs a place to stay, but especially his children’s friends

#next gen harry potter #head canons #harry potter #victoire weasley #dominique weasley #louis weasley #molly weasley #lucy weasley #Freddie Weasley #roxanne weasley #rose weasley #scorpius malfoy #hugo weasley #james sirius potter #albus severus potter #lily luna potter #family

[cryptic-michael]

~Groovy Framed Dame~

A fic about Ace Merrill getting dolled up for some fun times in a town far from his own!

Summary: For someone in Castle Rock to be free and wild, they go to the Bar or secret spots tucked away in the woods, or near them.

But still people know where those spots are, people hide and whisper, talk and even if they don't it feels like the crickets will tell your secrets at night.

So you have to go to the next town, where the brighter lights are and better bars are, the dinners are normally full and the people? Well they don't know you, and you don't know them.

Warnings: Interlized issues, gender dysphoria to some degree, use of more outdated terms (chick with a dck, guy-girl, gay being used mildly rudly), sexural harassment, panic, underage drinking, mentions of edibles and eating of an edible. Sexural advances that cause Ace to get confused. Physical violence(Ace slaps the shit out of Richard) and general warnings of swearing and hurt/comfortt, emotional issues and gender queer problems. (Also religious mentions and thinking one is Sinful for simply living)

Notes: please understand this was purely for fun on my end and to try somthing new out! Feedback is welcomed as are constructive crtitsms! Now enjoy!!

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The new hotspot of a theater bustled with loud excitement and tired yawns from the night pulling on. Some odd horror flic was playing, it was somehwhat intresting to Ace but he was more thinking about other things than the actual film itself.

The plot was something about a suposetly cursed western town being plagued with sudden odd deaths, only for a recent traveling cowboy to be a vampire killing them all. It was interesting at least, seeing as he was able to walk around in broad daylight, while being a vampire. The actor playing him also had a charm and look about him, too bad he died as all vampires do.

What caught his eye was the title and poster cover, "Dead by Dawn" a man who was ment to be Mexican, all handsome and elegant, dipping the female lead and love interest who was in a long beautiful flowy dress. On the poster it was a dull, pale blue color with white ruffles and a bow, her hair done up in curls and pushed atop her head, while the man was in all back with his gunbelt showing. He was meant to be biting her neck with fangs out.

"Man that was wild!" Richard breathed out quietly, still hung up on the film as he breathed in the fresh, crisp cool autum air. "How'd you think they got around the daylight vampire thing Ace?" He tilted his head at his blond friend who seemed very dazed and lost in thought.

"Hmm? Oh," Ace took a moment to rub his eyes thinking he needed adjusting to the equally dark outside as it was inside the theater. "It was alright, the film..." He scuffed out.

"I didn't ask that, I asked you," Hopping into the soft teal blue car, kicking his feet up to rest on the dash only to get swatted at from Ace. "Get those dirty fuckin' shoes off my nice dash!" Ace scolded as he slapped, and swatted at Richard's legs to get him to put hsi legs on the floor. Playful, 'Ow!'s filled the air as did the curly brunette boys laughs.

"God you're as bad as some of the dames Ace, telling me to put my feet down." Whining out his words as he draped himself across his seat, arms spread outward as he sighed. "You're as bad as my mom."

"Shut your trap Richard," Ace spat out, a too tired tone in his voice made it just barely shaken. "I just got it detailed, I'd like to KEEP!!" Yelling out the word as he snapped his head towrds Richard, almost snarling at him. "It detailed!" He wasn't very happy at the moment, he's blaming it on Richard kicking his feet up onto his nice clean dash.

"Fucking fine! Be that way then..." Richard retracted his arms as he crossed them across his chest, he didn't seem to be in any real mood to deal with one of Ace's moods again.

A stiffening Silence fell between them, as the engine roared, gravel and rocks kicked and creaked beneath the tires on the dusty roads of Castle Rock, while distant crickets sang, and the radio gave a quiet melody to their drive.

He had to take Richard home, something neither of them really wanted, but he had to do. Aces folks weren't home sure, but Richsrd had to get home on some days just so he wouldn't have to deal with too much shit.

"..I'll drive you home and-" His voice was hushed yet loud, ringing in Richards ears as he heard his friend speak. "-Maybe we can have fun this weekend?" He turned slightly to look at his friend before turning his attention back to the road, voice cracking from how dry it felt as he cleared it.

"No, not this weekend I wanna be alone." He didnt seem sad when stating this, he simply and softly gave a quiet statement to his friend as they drove on.

"Alright, maybe another time Rich."

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Weekends were hard, for eveyone. From adults, to the teens and kids, it was a time of freedom and peace. A time to be wild before having to function again for Monday to roll around slowly and agonizingly tortuous at times.

That's why Ace soaked them up, and it's also why, he was giving the gang, "A weekend off." Riared was staying home that weekend apsrently, the other were too tired or busy trying to impress girls and wanting to cram themselves also to the new theater or the local diner, leaving Ace at peace to be alone.

No one's ever really alone in Castle Rock. Neither is anyone ever really free.

For someone in Castle Rock to be free and wild, they have to sneak away and hide. To go deep in the woods to old abandoned places or a mix of both. Even then, most everyone can find those spots, or stumble on one another, it never feels truly alone or freeing. Even the bars on the outskirts of town feel trapped and caged in.

That's why, you have to go to the next town. To be bathed in the neon lights of the theater, fiber, and bars, the motels and hotel signs, and restaurants. The shopping departments and a whole mall of sorts, better places for one and all.

Sure it's a four somtimes five hour drive, and sure, Ace has to fill up a tank, then get a bag packed for his drive...a weekend long endeavor. Normally leaving late Friday night, and returning late Sunday night. (This week he gets an extra day off, Monday for a local holiday)

He loves the town, it's so nice and he doesn't know how that goldmine of a town is only three hours away from his shit one, and how no one goes to it hardly.

It's mildly expensive, most people going there are for the restaurants and anniversary, or birthdays of the extraordinary kind.

Or, for people like Ace, who after stumbling around for a bar found one by accident and discovered so much.

The town was called "Waterloo Front" due to it being on the water mostly, and orginaly being populated by a great deal of French settlers before the Dutch moved in and kicked them out to Lousisian. Still a lot of places had older names, French, Dutch, English, all mixing and boiling over into a mess of a tastefully delightful town.

They had it all. Nice restaurants, dinners, a nice and bigger theater with a proper popcorn machine and snack bar, a real drive in theaters the best candy and soda shop around, the best bars and liquor, and the brightest lights he's ever seen.

The glow of soft purple neon basked on his face as he parked his car under an awning at a motel. Cheaper than a hotel, and just as nice he felt.

It was a routine by this point to drive into Waterloo Front, stay at the WearyWave Motel, and get dressed up better, to go to a very, very nice bar.

It was 25-bucks a room, cheap but not too crazy cheap, better than 35-40 somthing. He hat a shower, and tow beds as most all the room did, and he typically got stuck with room A4 or B8. He once had C12 and that one was like the rest of them. (C12 being on the second floor and furthest across from everything)

"A4...Nice." He muttered to himself slipping his cash on thr counter, as he janked up the keys for his room. His hands fumbling, playing softly with the design on the Keychain.

The hotel key had a watery patter with the room number on one side, and "Have a Rest!" on the other, he considered more than once about just stealing them, just becuse of the way it looked frankly.

He wasn't there for all that, what he was there for was to toss his duffle bag onto the spare bed, rummage in it for his shower supplies, and wash up before heading out.

It had been a while, what felt him like a whole month nearly since he got to properly go into Waterloo Front, and he hadn't been that happy since neglecting his little mini vacations.

Been too long since he's had that perfect water that was so nice and warm, so hot roll down his face and body, and lather himself up with his special soap that he used for theses occasions.

Autum Breeze is what it was called, the most feminine thing with little maple and apples all over the packaging. He'd wrap it up in a small hand towel so it wouldn't get everywhere, since it was just some bar soap. (That had him smelling like a bakery in fall)Then the shaving cream, that smelled like pure vanilla and then the deodorant was just normal lavender.

He orgianly had a fear, a real awful worry, that he'd smell like an old woman when he firdt tried on the stuff, with how potent the lavender and jasmin scent was, but after a few weeks in school he realized lots of girls bathed in that perfume and soap that smelled similar to or exactly like that. So it made him feel better in the long run while on theses weekend adventures.

Now, how did he come to shaving his legs in the shower of a cheap motel in the town of Waterloo Front, that was four hours from his home, friend's, and eveything he knew?

Ace wasn't too sure honestly. He thinks he's always wanted this, a freedom that came with running away on the weekend, like those girls and women in those films. They run away, to a new town and meet some handsome man with money or kindness and get married or somthing.

He knows that doesn't really happen, but he sure can dream.

"Shit!" A hiss broke the silenec that was the water hitting the bath and roaring with jts own sound of a hiss. He had gotten too lost in his thoughts to realize he had cut himself with his razor. "No cut my fucking ass!" He was angry, this alwsy happened whenever he shaved. He even tried to get womens, u'No Cut!' Brand and yet, here he was bleeding from his thigh. And while sure it was getting less and less frequent, which was amazing and all, but he hated that he cut himself still.

He doesn't see how girls can mange it without any cuts, maybe their hands are built diffrent, or legs, or maybe it's the fact they're real girls and not whatever the fuck Ace is pretending to be.

"if anyone saw me here it would make for some great blackmail..." His thoughts were swimming, whirling sorund in his head again as he felt thst familiar sinking feeling in his chest. That dread that guilt, that sorrow almost that game with this routine.

It felt freeing, wonderful to do all of this, and yet eveytime he was in the shower he'd cry it all out just to put on a face and go out for the night. His crying seasons however keep getting longer, and longer, and his urge to- no, need to dress up is getting mkre and more frequent.

He doesn't know how much longer he can do this. Staying in Castle Rock, that shithole of a town, the pathetic town that eveyone goes to die in, like a field the farmer leads his lame horse to, too kill it. He feels that's his town, and this? Waterloo Front? Oh its beautiful, its amazing, and gorgous, freedom and like a big city, yet being small still.

Wiping away his tears with warm water from the shower as blood from his mid thigh washes down into the drain, leaving a pale pink water running down and into the drain as the sharpe pain helps him focus on something other than his mind betraying him.

"I need to get out and get ready, I told her I'd meet her.." His mind racing off to which clothes he'd wear, and what steps to take after exiting the shower now fluttered aimlessly in his mind, dancing like leaves in the wind, not sure which one to focuse, let alone act on first.

Finally grabbing for the handle of the shower he switched it off, and stepped out. Drying himself in the bathroom, the whirling hum of the vent that was doing its job to suck up the humid bathroom air, left a perfectly clear lit up mirror in its wake.

He looked hideous. His body was plump, pudgy looking...full, he felt unfit, and like he wouldn't be able to squeeze his flesh into those clothes he brought, let alone get the makeup to hide his face, or that wig to stick. Let alone get the padding to stay put tonight.

He had to shake loose those thoughts off, he was going to look fine he was going to look beautiful, pretty as always, the guys and men always told him as much at least.

"Where's the fucking bandaids..." Huffing out as he trailed to his bag, fishing out a bandage and slapping it over the small cut on his right thigh. A sharp breath followed by a deep sigh leaving his lungs as he then rummaged for his clothes and his makeup bag.

He had eveything a girl could dream of, or a girl entering womanhood, maybe puberty, could defiantly dream of....or a little girls dream.

It was more of a little girls dream come true, when she daydreams about being an adult like her mommy or auntie. Nice undergarments, stocking, pretty new pumps, and Mary Jane's to prance around in, a lovly dress with a pretty sweater or cardigan, a pair of earrings, and a nice set of makeup...

It wasn't much but it was enough to fill the bag. A dress, that was darker dull blue, that went with his black stocking, and black pumps or Mary Jane's. Then he had an off white blouse, with a deep burgundy like red skirt, fitted either a little belt, and black cardigan, with an optional ribbon for his hair. It also went with the shoes and stocking.

His panties and bra were a diffrent story. They were both a normal white acutely, and his underwear had little roses on the left hip. Then his slip, yes, his slip was black.

He half bought theses, half got them from a new friend he made in the town. He bought the undergarments himself, claiming embarrassment, and that they were for a girlfriend back home and it was their anniversary.

The dresses and shoes he got from the new friend, her name was Evelyn, and she was sweet enough considering she was helping Ace out. As well as meeting him anytime he came down, or 90% of the time anyway.

Still, he was dressed in his underwear, feeling a bit better in the mirror. His body clinging to the fabric and curving it, how bits of him poked out over the sides ever so slightly. He felt...

He felt normal again.

He felt right, he alwsy did in these things. The panties fit him well, aside form he was having to fix his junk a lot, the stockings tended to help him in that area.

The panties in place, the bra with his padding placed into it, with his slip on made him feel wonderful. He felt comfortable as he sat his makeup bag onto the large bathroom vanity sink, and then pulled himself up to happily sit on it as he got ready for the night.

He favored a softer makeup look. Granted his hair, and wig was blond, but still he favored a softer more baby doll look.

'Somthing fitting for young girls like yourself hun!' Is what he remembered Evelyn telling him. She wasn't much older than him, she just turned 20 the night they met, but to a 16 year old boy that felt a lot older than it was.

Still he painted on his face, the light eyeshadow and mascara bring a pop to his baby blues, his soft pink lips getting an extra shine and slightly darker, brighter shade of pink, before he applied blush and blended it all in.

He sometimes wondered if he could do others makeup, and charge them for it. Be a local makeup person secretly for all the girls for their dates and prom nights, charge them cash or homework favors for it.

He'd get stoned to death and dragged through town who was he kidding with a daydream like that.

Still, it was a decently fun thought as he positioned the wig to fit nicely over hid head, ensuring it was in place perfectly, nothing showing or poking out or around as he gave it a small fix before putting his clip on earrings on. They were oval, a deep green and white design of two flowers. He thinks they were maybe a carnation, he wasn't sure.

That combined with his little lecklace that was ment to look like leaves made him feel so...pretty.

'Here! Take these I never wear them anymore since mine are peirced now, and this necklace is a bit to young for a girl like myself!'

The memory rang flash in his mind still, awkwardly standing in the bedroom of Evelyn's home as she was helping him with clothes. He remembers telling her he couldn't take all the stuff she wanted to give him, how he only had one real place to hide them all, and it wasn't a very big duffle bag at that.

So now he just had spare at her place if need be, or well trade outs. He'd trade out outfits sometimes, and she'd happily do his laundry, but he didn't like buging her since she had a life and a partner, someone who worked as a mechanic that's all he knew.

He imaged Evelyn wasn't what one would describe as straight, since the place they met was well....queer and fruity like the cocktails they served.

"Oh shit I gotta get going damnit!!" He checked the clock and realized he'd be a few minutes late, he didn't wanna risk hurting himself in the small pumps, so he traded them in for the more easy to run in Mary Jane's.

And just his luck, it was beginning to storm as he rushed through his motel door, thankful to be on the ground floor, but also fumbled with putting his keys into his clasp purse. Small, and showed the difficulties of getting the damn thing open.

"Stupid fucking clasp-" Ace trailed off as he manged to get it open, and open his umbrella, storming off intonthe night as his shoes made soft clicks on the pavement that was beginning to get damp and reflective form the light rain.

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Maneuvering the streets of Waterloo Front still felt difficult. Not yet fully comfortable and situated in his dress, combined with his creeping anxiety as he held a death grip on both his purse and umbrella. His knuckles white around his umbrella as he tried hard to walk with confidence and mild grace down the street. Knowing that no doubt he probably looked confused or lost amongst the small late night crowd.

Late showings from the theater were leaving, a few people still at diners and restaurants opening for their nightly rush, being open til around 11, and importantly, bars closing at 4am.

He felt hot flash, after hot flash wash over him, while he was greeted with a refreshing, and much needed cool breeze. It felt wonderful, what didn't feel wonderful was getting held up at a small cross walk. There weren't any cars, but he saw a cop, and well...

He didn't want to risk it but he was at the front a piling line fo men and a few women behind him, probably going to the bars like he was.

Shifting his weight, from one foot to the other as he periodically caught glaces to the light across the way to see if that would turn red, so that they could go, he felt a hand creep up on him.

The man, older man, someone his uncles age, was trying to creep his hand up on his side. He wasn't being sudden either, he was already trying to gently cup at Ace's hips and move towrds the base of his back, attempting to snake further.

Ace couldn't say anything, just freeze up as he felt his blood run cold.

His voice was rough, it cracked it sounded horse and sore, it was anything but femine and befitting of a face and outfit that he was parading about in. So he simply froze up, inching away from the hand and bumping into a guy around his age, and a greaser, who slapped the man's hand away.

"AYE Pal! The little lady doesn't want your PAWS all over her!" He harshly slapped at the man's hand, and before he could get more out another slap was hear as arguing ensured. His wife was next him, and aparently declared that the last staw for the night with him, and he was pleading apologies to her.

The situation, while it did leave him uncomfortable, also had him giggle some. A soft quiet laugh. "Look I know you got that perfect little frame for a gorgous dame like yourself," The guy by him began. "But those old fucks should really learn some manners! Don't you agree?" He leaned under Ace's umbrella to light his cigarette, Ace felt like he could go for one, maybe ten of those right now.

A hum, and a little nod was all the handsome fella got in return. "Real shy girl like yourself needs to watch it," He sucked in the cigarette, the tip giving a soft glow as he enjoyed it before breathing it out softly, turning away from Ace as he blew then look back at him. Smoke trailing from his lips as he spoke.

"But I'm sure you know what your doing toots!" He patted the lower back of Ace which had him jump slightly. Not in a fearful nor scared manner just surpise. It wasn't a bad touch or gross one like the man who was trying to feel up his hips was doing.

"Gotta scam, bye now toots!!" He rushed off without another word, Ace following him by pure accident as they found themselves in the alleyway to the bar thst only certisn people can frequent.

The Green Cowboy Was the name name of it. Ace learned it was called that becuse the owner who opened it up in the 20s, was found of cowboys, who were a staple in being queer aparently, and then green carnations were used to show you were queer.

He also thinks its a play on that one drink, the green fairy.

"Wellll~ we meet again little lady!" The guy was leaning aginst the door fishing out the token you flashed to get in once further inside. "After you I insist~" he politely held the door open for Ace who put his umbrella away and gave a gentle smile with a polite nod.

"Ricky's my name doll, what's yours? Since we're going someplace for...I imagine the same reasons as I." He wrapped his right arm around him, and oh the smell of leather off the guy was making Ace dizzy. He was a sucker for boys in leather, he was always egging Richard to get a motorcycle just to wear a leather jacket.

Oh and the hair, the smell of Ricky would make him weak in the knees if he were a girl.

"Whoah now princess!" Ricky had to catch Ace who's knees buckled after a bit of walking. "You alright doll?" He seemed genuinely worried and it was touching Ace's heart and soul in ways he never thought of.

Another nod as he brushed himself off, rushing ahead to the doorman to show his chip from his purse. Hands sweaty as he fumbled and dropped it a few times, Ricky coming to help him again.

As the extra door was opened and they strolled down the short flight of stairs and were happily greeted with a colorful well kept bar, Ace booked it for the corner.

Evelyn would be in their spot, over to the very corner of the bar, you can see eveyone entering and existing, and he was happy to rush over there.

"Hi-" Ace barley manged the words out before he fell onto his seat. He only just manged to get hid dress properly fixed before sitting, as to not pull it when he sat.

His heart was pounding, his head felt light, and he was sitting right next to Evelyn.

"Heeey Ace Hun!" She went right to patting the younger ones back as he shook his head. "How's your week been?"

"Been a week, been busy," Ace began as he took her drink and sucked it down, not bothering to wait and order his own. "Some fucking creep tried to grope me on my way here-" He began only to get cut off, he happily went back to soothing his dry parched throat with the syrup like liquor drink that burned and soothed his throat.

"Oh my word are you alright!?" She always cared for him, Ace felt like Evelyn would have made a great big sister maybe.

"Yeah, I'm fine a guy helped me-" Ace was quiet still and thank God for that becuse as soon as he finished his small statement, he swore that God was out for him that night for how sinful he was living.

"Toots!!" Ricky popped back up, happily looking at Acw with a sparkle in his eyes as Ace tried to hide his face in a mixture of embarrassment and shyness.

"...that's Ricky, he helped me..." Ace barely got the words out above even a whisper to his friend as she motioned for him to sit.

"Ricky! havent seen you around for a while!"

"Oh you know, been busy, followed this lovly lady here~" He flashed a smile to Ace as he leaned on the table slightly proving himself up by his elbow. "Or she followed me rather." He teased to him which has Ace getting more shy and anxious.

"Well my friend here is real shy, so give them some time and I'm sure you'll get a name!" Evelyn was trying her best to to accidently out Ace. Gaybar or not, it wasn't easy to look the way he did without getting called girl, and if he was rendered to as a he? God be damned as to what'll happen.

"Awee, I like a girl who's shy! But I got a friend I gotta phone to meet me, he'll love her more!"

"Ricky I don't think that's a very wise decision young ma- Ricky!" It was too late, he was rushing off the the paybooth room. The phone room where you made calls for rides home or friends to find you.

Just a bunch of phone booths in that room..

"Ace, dear, do you...have any prefered name or somthing you wanna use for safty?"

"Yeah, Bloody fucking Mary, or Brandy-" He was waving a waiter over to get his drinks, hard mixed cocktails to get him warmed up and lose for the night.

"Ace! I'm being serious now..." Her tone came out in a stern scolding manner as she round up gently pinching Ace's ear to get his attention.

"Ow! Fucking fine!! Mary It's Mary! And just call me a she, not like you can say what I really am anyways..." Ace began fishing through his purse for a light and a smoke, resisting the urge to kick his leg up as he smoked to calm down.

"And what's that?" Crossing her arms momentarily as she looked to see what kind of explanation Ace would come up with, for what he felt he was.

"I'm a chick with a dick duh- OW! Fucking damnit your not my mom Evelyn!!" She had again grabbed his ear to pinch it, ans he was just getting angry with her at this point. He'd slap her if not for the commotion it would cause.

"Your not a chick with a dick! Your Ace! Or Mary! Whichever once you'd like Ace!" She pleaded reasoning with him to little no avail as he sulked back further into his seat. Crossing his legs as he left a pink stain on his cigarette bud while he smoked.

"I'm a fucking freak that plays dressup Evelyn.." It sounded pitiful, almost sad when he said that. Voice full of melancholy as he took a few more drags of his cigarette before he was budding it out, and lighting another one.

"...Ace..."

"Dont- Don't fucking..." Darting his tongue out over his lips, he felt his chest tightening as his hands grew shaky while he felt tears threatening his makeup as they pricked the corners of his eyes. His nose was already getting stuffy. "I don't want or need your pity voice." He coldly spat out to her as he got up smoking still and made his way to the restrooms.

Or powder room, he didn't need to do anything except fix his clothes and have a break from the atmosphere.

Which brought him smoking while in a longe chair that wasn't very comfortable, staring up at the ceiling, wishing he had more to cool his nerves. He got his wish after giving a girl a solid 20, and a little kiss for a tiny bit of snack she carries in her purse.

"Ace, Ace Merrill did you smoke grass in the women's-"

"You know for a babe that hangs out in joints like theses," He guesterued around with his free hand as he drank more of his cocktail, feeling the affects of both that little bit of edible and the alcohol already. "You sure are reaaaaaal fucking stuck up. Your holy than thou ego is higher- HIGHER! Than tits on a elephant, and your fucking- fucking whiney you know that?" His voice was coming out in giggles as he smiled telling her those things, knowing full well he was insulting her.

"Ace you don't mean-"

"Yeah I fucking do, your pushy like a mother or a teacher it's annoying, you won't even let me get a little girl on girl with you!"

"I'm with someone already!"

"Then let me watch!"

"No! You really shouldn't even be here!"

"Then drag my ass home doll!"

"...Ace I'm going to leave and when I return you had better gotten some water in you young man." Evelyn stood marching with the tone of a pissed general giving orders to a half wasted very stoned Ace who, well, felt as if the night was finally lightening up.

He didn't even attempt to sober up with water or soda, he snacked on an order of bread and butter that was nice and filling at least, while making plans of what to do tomorrow. Normally he slept in real late, but he considered shopping maybe.

However it seemed he wasn't so lucky, he was cursed to deal with whatever God had set up for him.

Why God? Becuse Ace doesn't think that even the Devil himself could be to cruel at a time like this.

"Hey! Toots, this was the guy I was talking to you ab- Oh! Are you okey!?" Ricky returned, and Ace connected the dots inidaitly upone seeing who exactly he brought up with him.

Richard.

His right hand man, his best friend, the guy he wants to lay ontop of and make out until he has no air in his lungs, the guy he wants to hear call him a pretty boy...

His, Richard.

Ace wound choking on his drink when he looked up to see them side by side, and was trying everything in his power to figure out a soft high voice and to seem as girly as possible.

"I-Im fine.." He got it out just barely, and the way he raised his voice was wild to him, he didn't even know he could get that high.

"Oh you sound sore, need a lozenge? Peppermint?" Ricky offered and Ace shook his head 'no' and tried again to talk after clearing his throat a bit.

"S-so...Sorry, I'm getting o-over a co-cold." He stammered over his words feeling like he wasn't making a very good girl impression.

"Aweee, your cute you know that?" Richard told him as he sat down near him, smiling softly. That handsome pretty smile that light up a room, it was making Ace's heart flutter.

He realized after a bit longer, that they were cousins, distant, but cousins. Ricky was from his moms side, and his second aunts son. He lived in Waterloo Front, while Richard was stuck and cursed to live in Castle Rock...

He heard stories, and Richard mention how he could always beg him for his leather jacket and motorcycle one day, but he wasn't aware of how much of a damn heartthrob he was. Between the two, Ace wanted to get his world rocked by them both allll night long.

Hell, he'd probably try if it weren't for the fact he has a dick and well...he doubts that's what they'd want...he doesn't even know if they'd be okey with shareing him.

'What the fuck am I thinking about- having sex with my best friend and his cousin that's gross...' But it was also making his antsy and warm as he wiggled a tad in his seat.

He couldn't tell if it was that kind of problem, or if he had to piss.

"You alright?" Ricky nudged Richard to look at the currently distressed looking girl before them.

"N-no, i-i-I ne-need the-"

"Poweder room? I can help you too it if you'd like." Richard was quick to stand and already pulling Ace up by his hands. While Ace felt embarrassed, Richard was happily, gently running his thumb over them before wrapping his whole arm around one side of him as he led Ace to the powder room.

Powder room, washroom, restroom, it was the same thing, a large wall divided the sides of powder and bathroom. Then another wall divided the men's and women's, then there was another spot for just bathrooms.

"Can you walk? Oh-No here lets just use the normal ones, I'll turn around promice!"

"I-its fine I can stumble-"

"Look, I think your the most gorgous girl I've ever met, and I'd beat myself up if any part of you got hurt alright?" Ace gave in when he heard that soothing, sweet honey filled voice as he was lead into a stall, door clicked shut and after making sure Richard wouldn't peak he shuffled to get his stockings down and dress up to do his business.

He didn't mind sitting, if anything he found it quite enjoyable, it felt easier at times, and also he didn't have to deal with any kind of mess, especially in this state, just a worry of falling off the toilet, but he's fallen in his own piss once while stupid drunk.

Not like it could get worse than that night.

"Mkey, all done!" Ace happily announced only to realize he couldn't get up, his legs just...couldn't, wouldn't rather budge at all. They felt entiekry to weak and shaky.

He entered the point of no return now, so drunk his legs were weak, they alwsy fucking did this. Then again it could have been thst bit of edible he popped.

"...I-I need help up, no looking! But I need help, standing." His voice was coming out more easily now, still soft somehow but he still feared it would Crack and give him away.

"Right, well, eyes are closed, abandoned there we are! Can you get eveything pulled up miss groovy babe of waterloo?" Richard teased as he held onto Aces back to help him stable himself.

"Hmmm....It..it's Mary Merrill-" Ace doesn't know why he said fucking merril. That's a dead give away, he'll be beat any minute now.

"Mary...Merrill huh? You a cousin or somthing of John? He goes by Ace-"

"I-Im not sure, my aunt raises me and we-we don't see family much.." He rushed to fix his dress as he stumbled away from Richard, desptarly trying to get the stall door open only to stumble, fall into the door, open it after a bit, and then fall face first onto the tile floors.

"Mary!"

"Oh-----" His mouth was moving, Ace was saying words, responding, but after he fell his mind and memory became one, big, blur.

He remembers his warm strong hands on and around him, helping hin up. Remembers getting looked at slightly by someone and smelling Ricky again, his purse getting grabbed and he was taken to his motel at some point soon after becuse he woke up in his room.

Shoes and dress off, laid over a chair, his bag on the floor by the chair, and he? He was tucked into bed. His wig a little, well, a lot messed up as was his makeup. Jewelry off.

He assumed it was Evelyn who took him there and fixed it all up for him, but she normally takes his wig off. Maybe she was mad at him, so his wife getting messy was the punishment he wasn't sure.

He'd be going back to bed, but after waking up, and seeing a note for him on the bedside table, from Richard asking for a date since,

"You got sick and that lady took you home but please can I meet you at the Sea Salt Slab - the ice cream, soda candy shop? We can have a whole day for fun? I hope you feel better soon Doll!♡"

He definitely felt loved while reading that, and would have to get dressed up again later but for now, he curled back under his blankets for a much needed sleep.

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Ace felt as if his heart was going to pop out of his chest. It was 11am, and he stood all dolled up again, this time in his little pumps, pretty red skirt, and off white blouse, as he stood waiting, looking for Richard.

Once again a death grip on his little purse, holding its small handle infront of him as he softly swayed, giving hushed "no"s to passerbyers asking if he needed help or somthing.

Right as he walked closer towrds the large window of the soda shop, gently leading aginst it he heard rapid tapping, which earned a startled jump from him.

Turning around he saw a smiling Richard motion for him to enter and sit with him, and oh he felt so embarrassed and dumb.

'Should have known he was already inside, it's Ritch, that's how he fuckin works...' Ace felt his heart pounding again as he took a seat across from Richard. The music from a jukebox softly playing, as the bustling sounds and giggles form others filled their ears.

"Wow your real pretty Mary.." He sighed out in awe of the sight before him, nothing but pure wonder in his voice and eyes as he looked with a daze at them.

"Oh, your just being nice.." Ace muttered out looking away from him, afraid his voice would be rough again today, or worse, crack.

"Really! I don't say that often when I first meet a girl! Your a smokin babe! Real groovy with that frame of yours!" His eyes light up more with each praising word to Ace who was feeling his heart melt and flutter with each one he heard.

"Alright, if your such an honest boyscout then~" he looked back to his friend with a small smile.

"I pride myself on being such you see," He leaned on the table slightly as he proudly announced such to Ace before sliding the second menu to him. "So what will the lovly Mary be having today? They can take an order then we can go buy candy if you'd like."

"Oh uuhhh..." Ace looked at it, normally he knew exactly what he'd want, and he still did but he felt shy like this. "I-Im...not sure," he gave a nurvous laugh before picking up and stareing blankly at the menu. The words seemingly melting together as he tried to find what he wanted. "There's a lot of options."

"Well, there's pop, ice cream bowls, waffle cones and bowls, then," He leaned over the table, gently taking the menue from Ace as he poitng out the options. "You have milkshakes, then flavors. They have Coke, Dr. Pepper, RC Cola, Squirt-"

Ace cursed himself, he hated himself for it still. He heard one of the guys once talk about how a girl can squirt. Then confirm it, so it gave a whole new meaning to hearing that. He doesn't even remember who, but he does know his face light up red as he gave a stiffened laugh, a not so attractive snort, before having a giggle fit.

He couldn't stop it, he hated that it made him laugh but it just came out along with the uncomftable laughter that was building up in him, he knew his laughs, and giggles wernt sounding the most feminine but he alwsy saw how Richard was just smiling like he was seeing the best thing ever.

A smile he'd give Ace when they were alone, and normally when he thought Ace was totally out of it or something.

"-Not that kinda Squirt, now cal-"

"You get your girls to squirt much Richard?"

"Shhh! Now come on, i-i didn't know a sweet thing like you was dirty like that!"

"Oh shh yourself handsome, finish reading the drinks...please?"

"Sure thing Mary, they have that, and also orange, and grape soda. Then you have vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and on the more exciting flavors, they have...uhh," Richard had to pull the menu closer to make sure he head it correctly.

"Devil mint, mint chocolate chip, rocky road, banana and strawberries, and rainbow..oh hey they got fucking Candy Apple Ice-cream whoa!"

"Let me see that, they do! Wanna share a bowl?" It was Ace's turn to get extramly excited now.

It was almost a small tradition between them, he ans Richard, sharing the first candy apple of fall. And while this time he probably asumed some nice yet giggly mildly dirty girl just wanted to share icecream, it was still his thought of that tradition.

"Sure why not! Let's get two scoops of that, and why not share a malt? You want strawberry? And a Dr Pepper? Or Coke? Maybe root beer." Richard was smiling as he waved a waitress on her little skates down for serving customers, but Ace was caught up on how he just offered his faviort things.

'He knows, there's no way he doesn't know, he knows now, he knows, he's gonna tell, he knows-' Ace's face was draining of some color as he felt himself get cold, not just from the shop, but from Richard's words.

"You alright Mary? Do you feel sick again?" He leaned fowrad and placed a hand to her head and cheeck, somthing Ace couldn't help but lean into.

"Y-yeah just got a bit sick there I apologize...I'd like to share a malt yeah, but you pick it...I'll take a root beer float..please and a bottle of Coke." Ace was hoping he wasn't making a fool of himself.

"Alright, banana strawberry malt, two cokes, a float, and two scoops of candy apple ice cream!" Richard happily relayed their order with a toothy grin when he was done.

A bowl of ice cream, one rootbeet float(that was finished off by Richard) a shared fruity malt, and a bottle of Coke later they were out. Richard limp and leaning aginst his chair with a groan, while Ace was sitting in his chair trying not to die. Richard was groaning becuse he ate too fast and was having a bad brain freeze, Ace was genuinely ill from the sweets. He just ate too much to soon, too fast and needed real food not ice-cream and pop.

"...do you wanna go broke and buy some candy?" Richsrd asked lifting his head to look at his date.

"...sure why not pretty boy." They stood and while Richard walked off to pay for their current sweet treats, it coming to only $18, Ace was busy shoveling candy into a bag, and shoving it into his purse.

Hard candy, his weakness. The cherry flavor would be gone soon, so he snaged a lot of those. Cherry, soda, cotton candy left over flavor, orange, and then some creamy flavors, fall flavors of maple, apple pie, apple, and just so much, enough to fill the medium bag and he barley manged to shove it into his Purse.

He filled another but with a lot less stuff. Two bags. Equal amounts. One for him, one for Richard, both fall flavors.

"Oh you got me a bag and filled it a bit nice! Thanks a bunch Mary~" he leaned to give her a kiss onto her head but Ace jerked away. "Sorry, should have...asked.." He apologized to Ace as hee put more sweets in hid bag, Ace not putting as meny in his.

"Oh hey, candy apples...want some?" Richsrd picked it up and offered one to Ace.

"...why don't we share it?" He suggested to Richard knowing he'd probabky decline but still.

"Oh, uhhhh...no, let's get...get sep-separate ones Mary."

"Alright then, but let me pay for my stuff."

"Sure doll!"

A total of only $5 later and them walking around to Richard's car had them giggling and talking about random things. From if they could have dinner together, to her faviort sweet, to what Mary liked doing, and if she'd been with other guys before.

"Richard..do you ask all thr girls that?" She asked him as they drove down the street and around town for a while.

"Yeah, cource I do!"

"Well, I've never been with another boy before, honestly...I just have a lot of..crude relatives thst don't watch their mouth around me."

"Oh I got a few of those myself Mary.."

"Hmm...wanna go get a drink?"

"It's barely 1pm....Sure."

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After spending more than enough time at the bar for it to turn into evening, and while they were still quite sober, Richard decided to drag Mary to a movie. He'd seen it before, "Dead by Dawn" but he was sure Mary hadn't seen it.

She had, Ace, had already seen it with Richsed but least now they could focus more on it.

The evening wound down, more and more. Richsrd getting mkre dsring, while Ace grew more confident as the day dragged on well into thr night, past dinner, and finally, under the stars.

"I enjoyed tonight a lot.." she muttered, feeling very buzzed from the drinks she had at dinner, felt mkre lose and without anybreal care. Forgetting where she was as she relaxed in thr car, leaning aginst Richard.

Ace felt less like John Merrill as the day went on, and mkre like Mery. He felt less like that hardass Ace and more like Mary.

He thought about that a lot, if he were anyone else, he'd wanna be Mary. Girls named Mary had the best lives he felt.

They had nice homes, loving families, friends....the boys they dream of, and just everything a girl could dream and hope for.

But he still felt like Ace, not John...he never felt like John, just Ace since getting that nickname.

Maybe he was a bit of both. Ace and Mary, Mary and Ace. Two halves of a coin.

A masculine and manly fella, racing about while working on his cars. Hanging out with the Cobra gang all day while he messes with his switch blade sometimes.

A feminine and girly gal, twirling and dancing about, getting sweets and compliments from the boys as she walks around town and can hold Richard's hand safety.

He did wonder about all that, wonder about just eveything as they sat in a soft silence in the car.

"Me too Mary...Can I kiss you?" Richard leaned his head onto her feeling the buzz from their day winding down and their drinks coming in full swing, as thst simple little "Yes" filled the air he gently pulled her up to shower her in kisses.

What was ment to be a quick soft kiss turned into them falling aginst eachother, passionately kissing as they felt eachother warming up more and more.

Moans, with wet messy, lipstick stained kisses fell between both of them as Richard pulled her into his lap hiking her skirt up to try and feel his way around only to get a slap on the hand.

"Slow down sailor~"

"I don't wanna, I'm at half mast and ready!" He pleaded with her but she couldn't.

Ace couldn't....Mary, could.

But maey wasn't real, he wasn't her, she wasn't him, it was just a name to the clothes and look, and didn't match his body. He couldn't crush Richard's hopes like that, a chick with a dick, oh he doesn't even want to know what his friend would do.

Sure he's let Ace kiss him, but they were both drunk...this was different.

"I-i...Richard look I'enjoyingng this sure but...look im..not your type I think" He was fumbling with his words, he didn't know what to say how how to get his words out as he felt his voice wavering from worry.

He wanting feeling very Mary right now, he was feeling that fearful Ace, that worry, and he was getting real exhusted to the point hsi voice didn't wanna work like it should. He was losing his femininity, and was getting scared.

"You are tho my sweet little doll! Now come here Mary be a good girl~" he pulled him down and pinned Ace between him, and the glove box as he went back to kissing, this time Ace was getting frantic. He didn't want the kisses anymore, he was scared he'd get too excited, or that Richard would run a hand up his skirt again.

"Richard, Richard, Richard-" Ace was calling out to him, tapping him rapidly as he wiggled around like a worm. Voice cracking once, as he felt his mind swimming again, and head spinning.

"Yeah baby~ just like tha-" Richard was cut off by an extramly hard slap, a front hand slap. Palm leaving a red mark on his cheek as he was shoved forward a Seething Acw staring angrily at him as he unleashed hell on both of them.

"EYEBALL! FOR FUCKS SAKE! Your so god damn RAPEY!!! It's no wonder you can't land a single chick for fucks sake!" Ace had tears in his eyes. He felt sick to his core.

less so from Richard, he'd honestly would have let him contuine, if well...he was lacking a dick, since he doubts Richard likes that.

He didn't even mean to yell Eyeball, but even if he yelled Richard his voice broke finally, and he couldn't keep up the act. His voice wasn't a shy sore sounding Mary voice, it was Ace Merill's scarface voice of a young boy...

"Ace you just gotta tell me No and I would have stopped man..." Richsrd was rubbing his cheek with the occasional air sucking hiss sound as he leaned back into his seat comfortably looking at Ace. "I'm not rapey I swear alright? You just dance around that, so your a girl in that sence if it makes you feel be-"

"Your not gonna hate me?" Ace whined out before tears came streaming down his face, lips quivering as he wept to Richard.

"No! I...I knew last night.."

"WHAT!?"

"Yeah, when you got sick and passed out, you said "Richard" but I hadn't told you my name yet, and you kept saying you wanted me and didn't feel good.." He moved to gently pull Ace close to him, sitting him next to him as he held his hand and rubbed his back. "..so I took you to the hotel room, and saw your car...then today, I again, didn't tell you my name, but you said Richard...and dots...connected, voice broke, and yeah."

"I was scared, I was so scared, I've been so scared Rich, i- I thought you'd get angry and hurt me."

"Now why would I hurt a beautiful thing like you? Your the most handsome boy I've ever seen, and the most gorgous girl too! Maybe an even prettier girl~" He gently kissed his forhead which earned him a soft laugh from Ace.

"Yeah but...you don't know the...the struggle...the fear...anxiety and....have you ever shaved your legs?" He smiled at the last bit, more of a joke than anything to try and lighten the too serious feeling mood to them both.

"No, no I don't know...but I can relate, I've always wanted to kiss you and hold your hand, and today I got to...even of you looked like a girl."

"I like looking like a girl, it makes me feel nice.."

"Yeah...so, wait, do you want to be a girl? This sint some weird dress up gay shit?" Richard sat up more and looked to Ace who was red as a tomato.

"...maybe, i..I don't know yet, I like doing this,bit helps me wind down and feel good, but I also like being Ace."

"What?"

"Like...you know! I like feeling pretty, and pampered, getting compliments from boys, and it feels good wearing this! I just wish my hair were maybe a tad longer would make for easier styling than this wig.."

"....so your a guy-girl?"

"Sure, I'm a guy-girl. Guy somtines, girl somtimes, but...mkre guy in public, and girl...secretly." Ace smiled snd let a small laugh leave his mouth as he gave a soft kiss to Richard's forhead in return to his ealier, it evening him a bright smile in return.

"Well let me know if you wanna go full time girl, so I can revoke your already temporary role as Cobra leader, as you knkw, women can't make good choices, as proven today since you find me so handsome and marriage msterial~"

"Oh shit the fuck up Rich! Just...promice to call me...pretty names and stuff?"

"Sure Mary, just let me knkw when you feel like Ace or Mary doll, and I'll call you whatever you want~"

"Hmm~ thanks handsome, now can we go to the motels, I'm fucking beat downbwith exhaustion."

"Aweee no more fun~?"

"No I'm tired, get use to it, I'll be declying meny advances, and I still have the guts and stench to tie hou down pretry boy."

"I got the strength to hold you down and tickle you til you almost piss yourself Missy so I'd watch it Mary Ace Merrill~" a quick small tickle to her sides convinced her to least cuddle with him for the night.

They'd have to talk more tomorrow, for weeks, day, and months, years most definitely on what to do. Or least for how Ace felt. He was Mary and he was Ace. He like the masculinity and biyishness, but his own kind of that world. Same with Mary, she loved the feminine and beauty, but her kind and her little world of it.

Richard just loved his partner. His doll, his babes, his hotrod of a lover he called them. Ace his devilishly handsome boy, and Mary his drop dead gorgous babe. Both, were his groovy babe with that frame for well...fun and great for getting handsy with and grabbing.

Somtimes Ace was Mary, and vice versa, but most of the time, he was Ace. Behind closed doors and soft spoken nights he'd toss responsibility to Richard and treat himself to a fruity drink, or somthing soft. Stay in or go do his own thing.

Most of the time Ace had to keep Mary away, she couldn't come out to do anything or have any fun. She had to wait her turn in life and it would eat him up. But sometimes, he could be Mary, in small moments mostly, but sometimes, he was Mary, and she was Ace. Somtimes they're one in the same whenever they do somting, and sometimes it's just Ace, in a nightgown, cuddling Richard in bed, and talking about his day...and that's Mary cuddling her boyfriend, it's also Ace cuddling him.

They're one in the same, but somtimes, Mary likes to be more seen and heard is all.

~Fin~

#hellooooo stand by me fandom~ #ace merrill #ace merrill fic #stand by me #stand by me fic #ace x eyeball #ace x richard #cherill #chambers merrill♡ #fanfiction #queer ace #fruity ace #possibly trans but really i wanted to play with ideas #pretry boy ace #kiefer sutherland #the body

[crookedherringcolorclod]

Please, write more physical headcanons about your girls, they are brilliant.

THANK YOU SO MUCH! I'm so happy that people love them, luckily I had this for a while, hehe.

OC Triplets Physical Headcannons

Asa

•Asa always looks melancholy with her downcast eyes. Her mouth always seems to instinctively turn into a small frown.

•Killer point: her eyes.

•She looks so gentle with her eyes, especially when she smiles. Yet at the same time her eyes can turn very intense, especially when she glares at you.

•Her eyes are the lightest color among the three by a small margin. It glows into a paler blue when she’s trying really hard to find spirits that are trying to hide from her or about to dissipate.

•You could say she looks quite HAUNTING-

•Asa’s has wild curls for hair. It used to be longer and curlier when she was a child. No one really knew how to maintain her locks except her mother Felicia.

•It leaves Akemi confused on how to tame Asa’s mane and she tried to recall how their mother managed her own hair. But alas, neither of them can remember how their mother took care of her hair.

•When she and Akemi had the same hair length, everyone couldn’t tell who was who if their back was facing them, except Amaya.

•It was also Amaya’s idea that one of them will cut their hair shorter. Akemi protested by telling them she had short hair for decades and it should be Asa’s turn. One Rock Paper Scissors session later, Akemi got to cut Asa’s hair as the victor.

•Asa doesn’t mind her short hair, if anything she still cut it short because she thought it was more convenient.

•Asa’s body used to be incredibly toned from her days as an assassin. It softened over the decades since she doesn’t need to fight as often and she got more food in her system. So on a Kibbs scale, she is a soft natural.

•Her pale golden skin is littered in scars that she hides in long sleeves. She’s not ashamed of them, the scars would just raise questions, that’s all.

•Asa’s fingers are callused from the violin and guns, they tend to be clammy and always felt like her hands had just been dipped in cold water.

•Asa always feels like she’s about to slip away so her sisters have a tendency to hold Asa’s hands harder and tighter.

Akemi

•Despite how cold Akemi presents herself, she has gentler features than her sisters and it makes her look delicate and fragile.

•Killer point: her ENTIRE FACE.

•Bright doe-like eyes with long blonde lashes, naturally rosy cheeks, and soft pink lips. With the bat of her eyes and a shy smile, she can get anyone hooked without trying. (sadly she opted for a colder approach, just to keep people away from her.)

•Asa’s hair and Akemi’s hair used to have the same curliness to it until Akemi’s hair became less and less curly as it grew out while Asa’s stayed the same.

•Compared to Asa’s hair, Akemi’s hair is more in the wavy side and it curls up into golden rings at the end. The kind you can twirl your finger around.

•Akemi likes having her hair end at the end of her waist, like a safe curtain she can bundle up in. Her golden hair looks absolutely stunning when she twirls around in daylight.

•Her sisters had to convince her to get a layered cut for the hotter days because she wouldn’t let go of her long hair.

•Akemi has a dancer’s body, flexible legs with the right amount of curves on her chest and hips. She looks incredibly soft to touch that you want to wrap your hands around her waist. If you were to put her on a Kibb scale, you get soft dramatic.

•Ah, she used to hide her body when she was going through puberty when she was in the whore house.

•Her eyes can burn into a more intense blue once she’s beginning to bursts into flames. Her rosy skin turning a faint blue can also be another signal for you to run.

•Her pianist hands are quite dry and rough from summoning flames which she tries to fix by using a ton of hand lotion. It’s the only part of her that’s not completely soft.

•Amaya jokes that’s it’s fine because it’ll be easier to tell who’s who between her and Asa. (It comforts Akemi a little.)

Amaya

•Exactly how you would envision Snow White. Pale almost translucent skin with red lips that is the color of dried blood. A mole under her right eye and more moles below her neck.

•One mole on her collarbone, two on her left wrist. There is even one mole behind her ear. (there's more-)

•Killer point: her hair.

•Amaya’s hair is stark black and slightly wavy at the tips that ends mid bum and has a large undercut behind all that long hair. She asked Akemi to do the undercut but was convinced to go to a professional.

•When she started attending Ryotei the principal asked if she dyed her hair and demanded that she grows it out. Reiji had to get a real hair certificate that proves that her hair is natural. (As well as Asa’s and Akemi’s)

•Her hair is too slippery to work with and it manages to get out of intricate hair styles. If you want it to behave, you have to use a lot of hairspray.

•Her natural expression makes people assume she’s scarier and more mysterious. When she smiles, it looks like she wants to gain your trust. That or she looks quite cocky.

•When in reality she’s just genuinely happy. She has derpy cat energy.

•Amaya’s eyes are a darker ocean blue than her sisters. The type of blue that you find when you’re looking down underwater and it shows the glimpse of the deeper levels of the ocean.

•The body Amaya has looks much thinner, narrower, sharper angles and with fewer curves no matter how much she ate. If you were to put her on a Kibb scale, you get dramatic.

•Amaya still feels insecure about how she looks since she has few features that resembles to her sisters. However, you can tell they're sisters if you noticed how in sync they are with one another that it's kinda creepy.

•Amaya’s hands are eerily smooth minus her writer’s callus and the calluses at her fingertips when she works on her dolls. Till this day, she never cut a deep gash on her hands when she’s making dolls.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #diabolik lovers oc #dl oc #diabolik oc #asa sakamaki #sakamaki asa #akemi sakamaki #sakamaki akemi #amaya sakamaki #sakamaki amaya

[peelingitwithpeels]

The wilds ship hcs

Reidbell

◦ Dot didn’t realize her feelings until after the island while Rachel realized it on the island but didn’t mention it until after

◦ Dot realized her feelings after she was talking to Fatin about Rachel, (“I mean everyone thinks Rachel is gorgeous right??” “Oh Dorothy..” )

◦ Fatin is the main supporter of Dot and Rachel getting their shit together and would leave them together in a room a LOT

◦ Rachel only openly shows her affection to Dot and Nora

◦ Dot didn’t realize she was the only one who got it until one time they all hung out and Rachel linked their hands together and everyone stared in pure shock

◦ Rachel loves bringing Dot to her surfing contests because Dot is the loudest person there for her

◦ Dot was never really into athletes until she saw Rachel in her surfing gear and quickly changed her mind

◦ Dot loves Michael Jackson and Rachel asked her out with a music video of singing “Baby Be Mine” ( she had the editing help of Kirin and the girls and Dot LOVED it)

◦ Dot took Rachel to her dad’s grave and introduced her dad to Rachel and they go to his gave every month and replace the flowers

◦ Rachel isn’t really into fancy places so for their anniversary Dot found a low-key Italian place for them to celebrate

◦ When Dot told Rachel she never traveled outside of Texas before the island Rachel found an RV and in secret started to save up money and drew up plans for the both of them to travel all the states together

◦ Dot is usually into dogs but she found a chubby gray cat on the side of the road and after taking him to the vet she brought him home with her (Dot made it clear to Rachel that if she didn’t love him by the end of the week she would find him a new home)

◦ Rachel at first was not into him and thought a dog would be much much better but then she saw how happy he made Dot (and she also saw them cuddling on the couch together which was adorable) and she immediately accepted him

◦ Dot always greets Rachel with a kiss on the lips after a long day of work

◦ Rachel never cooked before her and Dot moved in together but after she made sure to learn how to cook (She bought a bunch of cookbooks recommended by Leah)

◦ Rachel planned on proposing to Dot for a whole month and Dot beat her to the punch (“Are you kidding me??” “What?? Rachel? Is that a no-“ “what? No it’s not a no! I’ve been planning this shit for a month with Nora and you beat me!”)

◦ Dot was worried that Rachel wouldn’t be into moving away from NYC when and away from her family when they first thought about moving in together but Rachel made it clear that her parents were fine with her moving far away and she wasn’t going to put Dot through New York’s cold seasons

◦ When Dot became a coach for a little soccer league Rachel would always come with a cooler and snacks for the team

◦ They’re not an overtly affectionate couple but they know what each other needs (when dot is overworking herself Rachel tells her to go to bed and makes her tea and bring her to bed cuddling her to sleep or if Rachel is having a panic attack remembering her shark attack Dot would calmly touch her and help her through it)

◦ When Rachel told Dot about her past ED Dot would sometimes make sure Rachel ate each day and just check on her

◦ Rachel usually wakes up an hour before Dot and would stay in bed and stare at her with the most in love look in the world ( When Dot wakes up Rachel pretends to be sleep)

◦ Dot loves Rachel’s curls and once described them as hair curled like a Princess to Leah before they were dating and Leah brings it up all the time (“You should’ve known you were sapphic when you said that was extremely gay”)

◦ Rachel helped install their kitchen cabinets when they were first moving into their house together and Dot painted the wall (honestly they do most of repairing and painting in the house)

◦ They love watching bad movies and making playfully jabs at scenes that make absolute no sense

#the wilds #rachel reid #dot campbell #reidbell #dot x rachel

[poppy-metal]

Demure

Wc: 4k

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink

you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.

you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.

you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"

it intrigue you, for some reason.

you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"

you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"

he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"

you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"

he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"

i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"

he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"

you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"

you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"

he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."

"EREN JAEGER!!!"

yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.

You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies. 

the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…

you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.

you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.

you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you. 

“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green. 

“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”

“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though” 

because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully. 

“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs. 

“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be. 

“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better. 

he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him” 

you squint your eyes, “and why not?”

“because i said so” 

“you’re not my boss” 

“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you” 

your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?

It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?” 

you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from. 

erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?” 

your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him. 

he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.” 

“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it” 

“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy” 

and that’s that. 

you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched. 

you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.

you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing. 

being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest. 

your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar. 

college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?

he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you. 

your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.

when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip” 

pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore” 

“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial” 

the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar” 

“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?” 

you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”

“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been” 

before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me” 

you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”

“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”

cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in. 

you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.

to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool” 

the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties” 

you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?” 

he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”

you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look” 

he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it. 

he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?” 

you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”

the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable” 

“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years. 

“so no current boyfriend or…?” 

“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now. 

“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now” 

you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.

you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren. 

“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.

eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you. 

“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?” 

you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did” 

“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.

you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. “you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?” 

you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been” 

his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”

baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses” 

you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.

“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”

you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”

“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary” 

you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.

you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.

erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief. 

you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.

erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you” 

you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.

you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”

you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway. 

he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.

“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him. 

you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes” 

“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy” 

his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”

“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”

ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”

“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?” 

eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”

“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out. 

“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”

“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down. 

he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek. 

you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed” 

you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”

eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno” 

#poppy speaks #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #i hate this kinda but oh well #woof #eren jaeger imagine

[avintagekiss24]

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖗 | 𝖇. 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖘

→ pairing: beefy shadow monster!bucky barnes x black!reader

→ word count: 5367

→ warnings: 18+ ONLY, dub con, a tinge of somnophilia, exophilia, #monster fucker, smut, sex, rough sex, masturbation, rough masturbation, sex toys, butt stuff, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, voyeurism, explicit language

→ square filled: @badthingshappenbingo​ 

wiping the other’s tears away

→ author note: guys, i’m... this is who we are now. we are monster fuckers. this is based on @idga-buck​ INCREDIBLE ask that was bred from this post. i honestly don’t know if this holds a candle to that ask because, whew girl. that shit fucked me up when i first read it! anyway, hope you guys enjoy because i might be planning a little monster fucker series based off of this and another certain someone that is mentioned in the fic.

→ read hirsute

The stress in your shoulders makes it hard to lift your arm once you finally reach your apartment door. It takes everything in you to shove your key into the lock and slam your hip against the old, swollen wooden door to pop it open, but just crossing the threshold into your sanctuary helps soothe your nerves. Everything falls to the floor within an instant— purse, messenger bag, coat— hell, even your keys. Hopping on one foot to remove a light brown, velvet heel, and then the other as you make your way towards your bedroom, ignoring the lively green house plants scattered around window seals and the living room.

You don’t even bother to turn on the lights. Don’t make a pit stop in the kitchen, or even the bathroom to remove your makeup. Hunger pains be damned. There are exactly two things that will help with this mood— an orgasm, and sleep. Thank God one always leads to the other.

It was 10:12am, just two hours into your work day, when you knew what you were going to need to help forget about this day. Emails piling up, phone ringing off the hook, picking up the slack for coworkers because you’re just so well versed in this… we could really use your help. Took its toll. By 10:12am you were ready to scream, punch your perky, always in a good mood cubicle mate, and rip your hair out— so you knew, right then and there, that you were gonna fuck yourself stupid when you got home.

Perverted thoughts lingered all day as you rifled through old court filings and scoured obscure statutes. Thighs tightened as your sex started to dampen at fantasies of being bent over your boss’ desk. Caught yourself staring, more than once, through his open door as he chatted on the phone, bright blue eyes glinting underneath the natural sunlight that poured into his office, crinkling on the sides as he laughed.

Then he would furrow those brows as he read through briefings. Jaw and lips set tight, eyes squinted as he nibbled absentmindedly on his bottom lip. Big hands and thick fingers made the pen in his hand seem entirely too small. Pink tongue darted out to wet pink lips.

You’ve spent many a night with thoughts of Andrew Stephen Barber; and tonight will be no different.

Dark shadows are cast across the floor and bed, small slivers of moonlight creeping in. The sound of your shoes hitting the floor don’t even register in your ears as you wiggle out of your skirt and panties and fall onto the soft, warm, inviting Queen mattress.

Deft fingers make light work of the buttons on your silk blouse but the other hand can’t wait— slipping down your stomach and between sticky, hot flesh. A sharp inhale fills your chest as you rub slow circles against your clit, pangs of quick excitement starting to fire off. Your fingers push down to your slit, prodding and stroking gently as a new wet starts to slick your muscles.

A lazy smile curls onto your face. The stress of the day starts to evaporate as you melt into the mattress, the circles against your clit quickening, hips starting to roll and push up into your hand. The expensive silk of your blouse falls off your shoulders just a bit as you push it away from your chest, exposing two bare tits and quickly thickening nipples.

You take hold of one— tweaking it slow. Pinching and rolling the nub before palming your tit all together, cupping and pushing the mound of flesh up your chest. A swipe of your tongue— rough and torrid— against your nipple makes you grunt deep. Makes your hips jut upward as you prod that now filthy wet slit and hole.

Muscles flex as the sound of your dirty deed fills the empty space. Wet squeaks and sloshes bounce off the walls as fingers thrash back and forth and up and down against your clit. Heavy, thick thuds of your palm pounding against your body when one, two, three fingers finally slip inside— but they aren’t enough. Not wide enough or long enough to feed the hunger.

Then… there’s a shift. The atmosphere in your apartment— your room specifically— just changes on a dime. The tiny hairs on your body start to stand on end, goosebumps raising on your skin. Your eyes slide open, blinking up at the ceiling as your pumping hand slows down to just a creep before stilling completely. An already racing heart starts to beat harder, lips part, eyes and limbs completely frozen in place as fear strikes you.

You’ve felt this before, at random times since you moved in. Sometimes in the shower or in the kitchen, when you’re getting ready for work, or catching up on a show— but mainly at times like this. When you’re stretched out on your bed, naked, fingers rooted deep in your cunt, when you feel like you’re being watched. Like there’s a thousand eyes on you all at once.

There’s even a chill that takes over the room, sometimes getting so cold that for a brief moment, you can see your breath. You’ve gone to management a few times, who of course did nothing— but a few of your neighbors put your mind at ease, it happens to them sometimes too. It struck you odd that it was mainly just your female neighbors who experienced the random chills, but you brushed it off. You live on the southside of the complex, the sun gets blocked by the surrounding buildings. You also live on the first floor— heat rises, cold sinks. It happens.

You swallow hard, shutting your eyes, trying to center yourself again. A small laugh escapes your lips seconds later— you’re ridiculous. Maybe it's time to lay off the horror movies for a while.

Shrugging out of your blouse the rest of the way, you roll onto your side and pull open the drawer of your nightstand. Out comes the cute little heart shaped butt plug, complete with a pretty pink crystal gem. A small bottle of water based lube is next, and then, the pièce de résistance. Your ten inch tall, two inch wide realistic dildo.

Your stomach tightens with anticipation as you fumble with the flip cap of the small purple bottle of lube. Just a dollop is enough to coat the steel plug, the excess on your fingers used to wet your warm, puckered hole. Melting back into the mattress, you roll your shoulders, let your eyes flutter closed, and grab your bottom lip between your teeth as you massage your rim with the rounded tip, gently pushing.

A soft moan vibrates in your throat as your body opens up. Your hole twitches, clenching tight around the toy as it disappears with a quick pop as soon as the widest part is shoved in, leaving nothing to be seen but the pink heart flush against your hot rim. You draw your legs up, calves pressed against the backs of your thighs, butterflying open as you drag the fake cock through your folds— against your clit— using your slick to lubricate the soft silicone.

Fingers find your nub soon after, slapping quick, before stroking the delicate flesh as you start to tease your slit. The cock head slips in easy, but you're so tight, so worked up and eager, muscles swollen, that it takes a little more effort to swallow the rest. Tiny little wet squeaks fall from your lips, body tenses and curls inward as you push, push, push— mouth falling open, face splintering with pleasure.

It takes not even ten seconds for your body to adjust, hips wiggling and shifting to get comfortable, before you're pulling the massive toy out and shoving it back in. You start to murmur, indiscernible, clipped words filtering through full lips— a hot tongue slipping out, sweeping over teeth as your hips start to get into it.

You’re soon too far gone to notice the black shadows moving around the room. Chalk up the feeling of the little hairs standing on end, the goosebumps popping up across your body to your arousal— and not the two piercing blue eyes that illuminate at the edge of your bed.

~~~

Bucky could reach out and touch you he’s so close now. He’s careful still— almost getting caught by you earlier, his anticipation for your almost nightly show getting the best of him. Making him sloppy.

He’s haunted these walls, these rooms, these buildings for decades, if not a century or more. Seen generation after generation moving in and out, kids growing up into adults, adults growing old, the old dying off— but you— fuck, you’ve got to be his goddamn favorite of them all.

Deep brown skin. Lithe and delicate. A soft little quiet thing, engrossed in her solitude and house plants, more than happy to shut the rest of the world out more often than not. You’re gentle. Your soul, your physicality, except in these moments. When you fuck yourself like this, and it doesn’t matter when— in the mornings when the sun is soft, in the late afternoons, your body covered in the oranges and pinks of the sky, late at night in the absolute darkness with nothing but the moon and the shadows— you’re anything but gentle.

Unrestrained and wild you are when in the throes of your arousal. Writhing and loud, a thin sheen of sweat on your brow. Eyes clamped closed so tight sometimes sweet little tears squeeze out and slip down your cheeks. Two perfect tits, mounds of soft flesh, jiggle and bounce with the aggressive thrashes of your fingers against a glistening, sensitive nub.

Nights like tonight are his favorite. When you’re acutely aware that he’s here, but too scared to really give it much thought. When the fear strikes you stiff. When you pull out that monstrous fake cock and spread yourself wide— stretch that pretty, pink, wet cunt. The squelch, the squish of the foreign object being jammed into hot, distended muscles.

Your smell. So sweet and pungent— distinctly you. It’s constantly on the tip of Bucky’s tongue, filling his nostrils, swirling in his head and chest— taunting him. Intoxicating him. Begging and beseeching him to just reach out and touch. Taste. Oh, to have your scent— your flavor— on his lips to savor. He wants to bury his face between those thighs, drown between them. Slither into you and curl up, take up residence.

Bucky’s gotten bold as of late— now, not even waiting until you’re fucked out and sex drunk, falling into a peaceful, post orgasm slumber to move around. No. Now he shifts while you’re still awake, still fucking— toy sowed deep, fingers slapping, hips snapping, back arching.

You’ve snapped your head towards him once or twice over time as you’ve caught his movement in the corner of your eye. Sat straight up, mouth hanging, eyes wide, chest heaving as you stared into the darkness— waiting. Scared shitless. You even tried to cover yourself, hands over your tits, legs closing into each other.

It made him laugh.

You’re already his. That body claimed— no need to cover it up now.

Even tonight, he’s even bolder still. Right at the edge of your bed, peering on. It’s a damn near perfect view when you get like this— sloppy. Legs splayed open, heels dug into the mattress, hips arched off the bed. Your slick glistens underneath the moonlight, splashed on your thighs, strings connected between two puffy, balmy lips. It’s nothing but an invitation— an invitation that he can’t ignore for much longer.

He pushes his knee into the mattress, and then the other, his substantial weight dipping it. Piercing blue eyes snap towards your face as he stalls, waiting for any indication that you feel him there— a smile curling onto his lips when it doesn’t come. So he pushes closer, settles right at your feet. Reaches out, hovers long, black fingers over your chest— so close that his pointed, sharp nails graze your skin.

Makes you gasp.

Bucky snaps his hand back, but you don’t stop. You shiver. Goosebumps ever present on every inch of your skin— but you don’t stop. In fact, you get faster, harder. Pounding that fake cock into your cunt, pushing your hips higher as you slap and knead at that sticky, swollen nub.

You like it.

You like his touch.

Pride swells in Bucky’s chest. Maybe you’re much more receptive than he originally thought. Maybe it’s the fear itself— knowing you’re being watched by something, not someone— is what turns you on. And it makes Bucky bolder still.

He looms over you, hand pressing into the mattress right by your head. Head tilting as he leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against your cheek. You jump again, mewl loud when his nails scrape against your skin, between your jiggling, bouncing tits. He wants to fuck you so bad. Stuff you full of his monster cock— he knows you can take it. Knows you can stretch wide for his veiny, dripping prick. Suck those pretty tits into his wet mouth, those hard, perky nipples between his sharp teeth. But he won’t, not now.

You’re so close.

And this is always the best part.

So he pushes away, away from the bed. Hovers up near the ceiling, eyes shifting from their brilliant blue to pitch black so he can enjoy your finale. Then he’ll wait a while, maybe a few nights— maybe a few hours, who knows—  to encourage an encore.

With a little help, of course.

~~~

You cry out, shrieking into the darkness as the coil planted deep threatens to snap. The chill in the room has your nipples hard, but the heat blooming across your skin has you damp and sticky. There’s gusts of something— splashing over your naked body— but the windows are closed. The air conditioning turned completely off.

It feels like breath. You’d swear it— and it’s so close. Like someone, or something, is right on top of you. Shudders wrack your body, adrenaline rushes as ice floods your veins. Alarm, panic, sheer horror gripping you.

But, you cum before you can rationalize it. Before you can pinpoint it.

It’s so sweet, the orgasm, so deep as the warmth of it spreads like wildfire. Toes curl hard, so hard they go numb as the waves crash, each one harder than the one before. Heart in your throat, the blood rush in your ears. Muscles spasming, clenching and clamping down around the silicone cock, clit jumping with each contraction of your cunt.

It lasts for awhile— your body knowing that this is what you needed. So you ride it out as long as you can, fingers still rubbing and thrashing against your clit until it’s too sensitive. You stuff the cock into you one last time and leave it there, fixed so deep as your body falls back against the mattress. Your asshole constricts around the plug, twitching and fluttering as the last jerks of your hips start to subside.

Chest heaves with deep, long, ragged breaths. Tits pushing up and down, jiggling, stomach flexing as you go limp. Limp and fucked out. Asshole and cunt used, hot— weeping lube and cum. You’re a mess. A beautiful, sated, sloppy mess.

A lazy smile on your face, eyes hooded, you stare up at the ceiling. Unaware that you’ve found two black eyes just perfectly— stare right into them as they peer back at you.

Sleep starts to pull, a mushy, hazy brain giving in all too easily, not giving you time to recognize that you’re being watched again. That there’s a presence looming just over you— all around you. Or maybe, it's a mechanism. Maybe you don’t want to recognize it. So you roll over onto your side, shimmy underneath the blankets to gather some warmth. Shut your eyes and give into the sleep— vow to stop watching those cheesy scary movies so late at night.

They’re making you paranoid.

-

The sting of cold on your extremities makes you stir. Letting out a yawn, you flex your toes, pulling the blankets up to your chin as a chill ripples through your bones. You roll onto your back, and push out a breath, not opening your eyes to see the white puff of air. Another shiver, a deep one, rolls through you again, making you shift underneath the blankets and push your face into the pillow.

Moments later is when you perceive a warmth. A soft moan trembles in your throat as you smash the back of your hand against your face, still teetering between sleep and consciousness. The ache between your legs grows harder to ignore— the warmth, starting to sear. Your hips buck soft. Another groan scratches at the back of your throat.

You’re writhing within minutes. A white hot molten pooling in the pit of your stomach and spreading out to the tips of your fingers and toes. The cold nothing but a distant memory as the familiar burn of lechery encompasses your tight body.

It feels so real— a long, forked, rough tongue lapping at your folds, swishing around your clit. You jump suddenly, gasping deep when something like teeth, so many sharp teeth, nibble and bite at the meat of your thighs. There's pressure, pressing down on your stomach and wrapped around your thigh as you draw your knees up slow, digging the balls of your feet into the mattress. The pressure, it’s warm and vast— something like a palm… there’s scratching, quick little tickles over your stomach, your tits, your ankles and calves.

Fingernails. Long, jagged fingernails.

You give in to the fantasy— the dream. Not opening your eyes, not giving into the consciousness that tugs at you, not wanting to lose this euphoria. The pressure on your stomach gets harder, heightening the sensation of the tongue against your core and almost pinning your writhing hips to the sturdy mattress.

The tongue, rough and wet, slithers through your folds, flicking quick against your clit before the mouth sucks you right up— lips, clit— right into it. Tongue flattening against your slit, teasing your pink opening. Then, oh God, and then it slithers inside, that tongue. Massages your hot, swollen muscles from the inside. Your body jolts up, away from the mattress, a breathy, drawn-out snarl bursting from your lips.

You fall back against the mattress— liquify into it really and let your hands roam, finding your taut, thick nipples. Tweaking and rolling them, pinching between deft fingers before palming your tits feeling the goosebumps that have popped up on your flesh again. Your knees fall apart, legs splaying open, putting your swollen cunt on full display for this invisible force.

It’s not long before your hips are jutting up into the dream tongue, the lips, the teeth hard and fast, a sharp sting piercing your clit just as you start to cum again. Loud, shaky moans fill the room as your hips pulse and your back arches. Cursing, whaling as the dream tongue swipes and flicks, lips wrap around your nub again, sucking hard, coaxing every last drop of your release out of you.

Thighs, stomach, arms, cunt burn as a delicious stretch, a used ache settles deep in the exploited muscles. Long, hoarse breaths fill your chest, the air rushing so fast, and yet so slow that it makes you dizzy. You couldn’t move if you wanted to, everything is just so fucking heavy.

Brain is mush again, cloudy and dense, stupid with ardor. Lazy, broken moans vibrate through your vocal chords, body twitches with quick aftershocks every now and again, making you giggle. You feel like you’ve been hit by a mack truck. It’s so nice.

Once your breathing has slowed back to normal, you roll your head towards the window, open your eyes just enough to see the moon cutting into the room. Relief floods through your veins, happy to find it’s still night time, still dark, your room still moody, giving you time to fall back asleep with the pleasant thoughts of whatever just happened— but you’re a mess again. Skin sticky and damp, panties ruined. Your eyes droop and close as you push out a soft breath, hand slipping down your body. You should really clean up.

Maybe in a few minutes. You push your knees together slowly, swaying them back and forth as your fingertips find your clit, toying with it gently. They calm your jumbled nerves quite nicely and immediately— the touch familiar. Your fingers stretch out, tips push down just a little lower as you smile stupid and lazy and blink slowly up at the ceiling.

The smile doesn’t last long.

Your eyes pop open as a simultaneous sharp gasp fills your chest with cold air. Blood runs ice cold through your veins.

“Good,” a scratchy voice sounds as your fingers push through a tuft of thick hair just between your legs, hot breath sticking to tacky flesh.

Shallow, quick breaths squeak through your teeth, eyes wide, lips and chin trembling as your limbs grow heavy— oh so heavy. Frozen. You slam your eyes shut when a hand slides slowly up your side, serrated nails skipping across your skin. A sob chokes out as you slam your eyes shut, fear gripping every inch of your body.

The wet, long, hot tongue of your dreams swipes at your core again but you’re still sensitive— jumpy— hips pushing down into the mattress to get away from it. A second hand grabs your hip, squeezes it hard, stilling your lower half as it laps at you again. The crawling hand finds your left tit, cups it— kneads it slow— rolling the thick bud between even thicker fingers.

“Look at me.” The voice sounds again, like gravel, low and rough.

Your clit is sucked into an instant warmth, a wide, flat tongue massaging— rolling— gently. A soft, tiny little noise thrums in your throat as a shudder ripples through already irritated muscles. The sound pleases whatever is between your legs, as it chuckles deep, the vibrations adding to the sensation of its tongue.

It pinches your nipple— quick, hard— and bites down into the meat of your thigh while also squeezing it with it’s other massive hand, “I want you to look at me.” you hesitate— and it doesn’t like it, “Look at me.”

The chill in its voice forces your eyes open, but you keep them on the ceiling as silent tears trickle down the side of your face and onto your pillow. An influx of air fills your lungs when a hand pushes up to your face. A thumb swipes underneath your eye gently before an index finger curls to wipe away the wet emotion.

“You’re pretty when you cry,” it says, a little softer, still rubbing your cheek slowly, “Look at me.”

Against your better judgement, fighting through the fear, you blink, shifting your eyes towards your drawn-up legs. There are two big eyes, unnaturally blue, probing and upturned, staring back at you, disappearing in the dark as it blinks before they settle back on you. In fact, they stay on you as it’s tongue flicks out at you again, sweeps through your folds, teasing your opening, your clit again. It palms your tit, squeezing before sitting up, exposing it’s true size.

Your eyes follow slowly upward as it towers over you, it’s knees pressing into the mattress, dipping it deep with its weight. You struggle to breathe, eyes flutter quick as your lips tremble, taking in the umbra. There’s a wide chest, thick biceps and forearms and hands and fingers that push your legs back— towards your chest and stomach. Stocky thighs and a—

You gulp slow, sitting up on your elbows as your eyes zero in on the throbbing, weeping cock between its legs. The moon illuminates the pulsing veins running the impressive length, the wet, red, dripping cockhead— cum already dribbling out, splashing on your skin. It’s hot and silky— dense, the cum, as it wipes the spot away with it’s thumb, a nail cutting into your skin.

It grabs itself, strokes it’s massive cock slow as it drags its eyes along your naked body. Another shudder trembles through you when it teases your cunt with it’s cockhead, pressing into your clit, dragging through your folds, prodding at your slit. You let your head drop slightly, let your eyes close to slits, let your mouth drop as it’s fingers skip up and down your thighs, it’s jagged, black nails tickling you.

Errant hips canter upward, pushing your clit against its tip again, coating it with your slick before you let it settle back against your opening.

“Now that you can see me, beautiful,” it’s raspy voice sounds, starting to push into you, “I want you to scream.”

It juts into you hard, pulling a loud scream out of you— just what it wanted. You pant as it pushes, deep, deep, deep, until its hips are flush with yours, cock completely sunk. It doesn’t move right away, lets you wiggle and twitch, hiss and grunt as you adjust to the size— the absolute fullness. Stretched so wide, clasped so tight around this pulsating cock that you aren’t sure that you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

But you’ll risk it.

It locks one of your legs around it’s waist, throws the other over its shoulder, slipping its massive hand down the length, down your calf, over your knee, along your thigh until it’s fingers settle on your cunt— on your clit. Slow circles are drawn into your flesh, a gentle pressure applied as it pulls back, cock dragging out of your death grip. You hiss as it sinks back in, reaching something deep.

It’s blistering after that. Within seconds, hips are snapping, skin slapping against… skin? You aren’t even sure. Long fingers are everywhere, tits, stomach, legs, cunt— gripping, groping, pinching. They venture up to your chin, up to your parted, swollen lips, where they linger. You send wide, innocent eyes up to its blues, tits sliding up and down as you lunge with each thrust— and open your mouth wider, sliding your tongue along the tip of its finger.

When a husky moan rumbles through its chest, your heart soars unexpectedly. It’s pleased with your eagerness— your reception.

You’re empty suddenly. A strong hand grips your side, pulls you roughly down the bed. Flips you over before yanking your hips upward, propping you up on your knees. And then, you’re pinned— an unyielding grip around the back of your neck holding you in place. You grunt and start to whimper,  another bout of fright coursing through your veins as it smashes the side of your face into the sheets and pillows.

It fucks back into you slow, a long, shuddering groan spilling out of your trembling lips, “My pet,” it speaks again, squeezing the back of your neck a little harder, “Such a sweet little thing.”

Reaching back, your fingers graze over a sinewy thigh, taking hold as you start to spring forward with each drive of its hips. You slam your eyes closed, more emotion squeezing out of them. The dull burn is back in the pit of your stomach. Your toes and fingers start to curl and flex as each stroke gets sweeter and sweeter, hitting that deep little spot within.

Goosebumps pop up again. Heat blooms across your skin, filling your face and chest and stomach. Spit dribbles from the corner of your mouth as two pouty lips form a perfect little “o” as you start to shriek, each sound coming faster and faster, louder and louder. Your fingers find your nub again, rubbing and slapping to set this release in motion. The sound of your slick is sloppy, wet— and gorgeous, to both you and it.

You’re cursing, sobbing, begging within minutes, teetering right on the edge. It starts to thumb at your asshole, rubbing the rim gently, pushing just inside— coaxing you on.

That’s all it takes. You tense hard— toes curl, fists ball, stomach clenches— and then stiffen as your orgasm hits. A white hot flushing through as you quake, cunt spasming around it’s heavy cock. Jammed full, orgasm rippling, fingers still thrashing against your constricting clit, you’re dizzy, warm all over, sweaty and freezing cold all at the same time.

Your companion— this monster of the night, lurking in the shadows— hammers on behind you, pumping, gripping, squeezing, pushing you down further into the mattress as his strokes get sharper. Stronger. More forceful.

It gets loud. Growling so deep and heavy that the sound shakes the walls— the bed. God, the poor neighbors. It grips your hip with one hand so hard you yelp in pain, hands flailing, trying to grip and grab anything they can as it fucks into you.

One, two more jabs and it stills quick— and that’s when you feel it. Another white hot, this time all concentrated in your overstimulated, tight, wet cunt. Long ribbons of cum, silk soft and warm, fill you up, up, up— to the brim. It’s cock veins pulsate, it’s girth seemingly growing wider, stretching you more as it unloads. Cock jumping in your tight grasp as cum weeps from it.

You take it all, humming loud and proud, panting as you feel it’s seed spill out, down the inside of your thigh.

It drags out slow, as if not wanting to at all. Like it likes the feeling of your messy, cum filled cunt all wrapped around him. You feel that swollen cock head through your folds again, slowly pushing up and down your clit, teasing your slit. A finger, and then another glance over your asshole— lovingly. Softly. Massaging the twitching rim before burying it’s hard cock between your cheeks, slapping you with it.

“No more,” you plead, voice small and broken and pathetic, “Please, I can’t.”

Another chuckle rumbles through its chest, “Ok sweet girl,” there’s a hand on the back of your head, stroking curly, damp, surely tangled hair, “Such a good girl.”

Hands are back on your skin again, fingers pushing and pulling, adjusting you on the mattress. You’re flat now, splayed out on your belly, legs spread, hands shoved underneath your pillows and head. Balmy skin, puffy flesh is soothed by slow gushes of breath, making you jump and whine more— whimper more. The bed sinks again as it moves, pulled again, your back up against a massive chest and hard stomach.

It wraps around you, slinging an arm and a leg over you, enveloping you in its warmth. Rids your face of the wetness, pushing the remaining tears away with its thumb. Nuzzles in close— a scratchy cheek against your own.

A heavy hand over your heart.

“I like this,” it says soft, tapping along with your heartbeat, “The rhythm.”

You hum again, happily fucked out and cock drunk, already feeling an ache settling into your muscles and bones. Hips and ass push back into its hips, pushing its dense cock against you— wanting to feel it resting against your cunt, “You got a name?”

“Brarthronoz.”

“Excuse me?” you giggle through a deep yawn as your eyes flutter.

It— he nuzzles again, pushing his face closer, “Bucky is fine, pet.”

“Bucky,” you sigh a little, “I like that.”

You fall asleep with the soft rhythm of his breath against your neck.

-

When you wake, he’s gone— but you kinda figured that anyway. The oranges of the sky and rising sun chases away all the shadows. You go about your routine but a little slower— inflamed, throbbing arms and legs make showering and brushing your teeth a little harder this morning.

You look for him though, in the corner of your little kitchen, in that small spot where the sun just never quite reaches.

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth when you find a pair of bright blue eyes fixed on you, a little wink encouraging you further.

“Toast?” You ask cheekily, a wide smile on your face as you offer him a plate.

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Succession Chapter 18 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 18

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (soft sex, P in V, unprotected sex *wrap it up, kids*)

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter 18

Heisenberg laid on his stomach with his arms pushed underneath his pillow.  He closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly, his face turned towards you.  The crackling of the fire sounded from the hearth.  The sheets sat over his body from the waist down.  

He smiled at the feel of your fingertips skating along his back.  You laid on your side, your head resting on your arm.  A heavy blanket covered you from the waist down.  You weren’t as used to the cold as Heisenberg.  Your gaze took in his back, his biceps, his mussed hair falling around his face, and the peaceful expression on his features.

“Your fingers on my skin are so relaxing…” Heisenberg murmured.  You smiled at his words.  The man probably didn’t know much peace in a place like this.  His constant work in the factory, hours and hours working on his army in order to carry out revenge on the woman who took him from his family...you wondered how much sleep he allowed himself before you came along.

“Are all of your scars from years of working in the factory?” you asked, trailing your index and middle finger down the thick scar tissue on his bicep.  Heisenberg opened his eyes and looked at you.  You were focused on his skin, your touches light and soft.  

The question brought back memories...memories of a day that felt long ago but also seemed so recent.

“Some of them are,” he replied, “working with metal, tools, jagged scrap metal.  But most of them are from something else…”

You sensed the unease of his answer and how he was careful with how it was worded.  “You don’t have to tell me if it’s personal or too difficult,” you said, your hand moving up to pull the hair away from his face.  

Heisenberg’s gaze looked over your features.  You smiled softly and it was like a rusted knife in his heart.  Your eyes on his made him want to look elsewhere or turn his face away.  He felt happy with you, happy for the first time in years...for the first time since…

“About thirty years ago, I fell in love with a girl who lived in the village.  She and her family had fled from Bosnia before the conflict started in 1992.  They settled here.  Her father was a painter...her mother a schoolteacher.  I was walking through the village and saw her gathering eggs from her family’s chickens...I fell in love with her the moment I saw her…”

You listened intently, intrigued by the way he described the girl.  He looked as if it was the first time he had thought of or spoken of her in a long while.

“...I didn’t speak of her to Miranda or the others, but they started to become suspicious of my absence.  We kept it a secret from her family as well.  She would sneak away, come here to be with me…”  

He didn’t say the words, but the silence spoke volumes.  A sliver of jealousy pricked at your heart knowing that he probably fucked her in this same room as he did with you.  But you pushed your feelings aside.  It was naive to think that he never had a lover in all of the years he had been alive.

“...when Miranda’s experiments began to increase and she took more and more of the villagers, I begged the girl to hide here with me, but she wouldn’t leave her family.  She tried to warn them, but their faith in Miranda was unwavering…”

You knew that this story wouldn’t have a happy ending.  The village was now desolate and empty.  Lycans ran wild.  Aside from Heisenberg, Miranda, and his siblings, there wasn’t anyone left.  Anxiety slowly rose in your stomach as you continued to listen.

“...Miranda took her family one by one...saved her for last.  I ran to her house to bring her back here, but the place was empty.  By the time I got to the ceremony site, Miranda had infected her with the Cadou…”

You released the breath you didn’t know you had been holding.  Your fingers held his bicep, gripping tighter and tighter as the story continued.  “What did it do to her?” you asked.

“She laid there unconscious,” Heisenberg answered, “I thought she was dead.  She was cold to the touch and her skin was pale...but then she opened her eyes.  Those beautiful eyes of hers...there was no trace of her left.  The Cadou...it turned her into a lycan.  She changed so fast.  Her teeth and claws cut through my clothes and into my skin.  I pushed her away, but she jumped on me and continued to attack me.  She swiped at my face, cut across my nose...she almost gouged my eye out.  Miranda and the others simply stood back and watched.  The more I tried to subdue her and press her to the ground, the more violent she became.  She was gone...and I didn’t have a choice…”

Tears threatened your eyes.  “You killed her…”

“Yeah.  I snapped her neck...she went limp instantly.  All I could do was hold her, rock her in my arms...tell her I was sorry.  Miranda looked defeated, not because the girl had died, but because the Cadou failed.  I looked to Miranda and she simply shook her head and walked away…”

Your heart broke for Heisenberg.  “I’m so sorry, Karl,” you whispered.

Heisenberg rolled onto his side and faced you.  “Moreau followed me back here and patched me up.  Sowed the deep cuts and dressed my wounds.  When he was done, all I did was tell him to get the fuck out...I didn’t even thank him…”

You moved closer, pressing your body to his, and softly kissed his cheek.  “So that is the real reason why you didn’t want me to leave...if Miranda finds me, she’ll experiment on me, too…”

“Yes,” he replied gruffly, “I won’t put you through that.  You mean too much to me…”

You looked into Heisenberg’s eyes, your lips parting slightly.  “I mean something to you?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He lifted his hand and softly caressed your cheek, his gaze fused to yours.  “Yes.  Y/N...I’m falling in love with you…”

Your breath was lodged in your chest.  Time seemed to stop.  The cold wasn’t as intense anymore.  The sentiment you felt towards him had just slipped past his lips.  You smiled softly.

“Karl...I’m falling in love with you, too…”

The edges of his mouth curled into a sincere smile.  His amber eyes were warm and tender.  This moment must have been the first time in a long time, perhaps the first time in thirty years, that he felt love.  His stubbornness and rigid manner when it came to you and keeping you in the factory were clear.  He wanted to keep you safe.  He wanted to right the wrong he made all those years ago.

Heisenberg’s lips pressed to yours softly.  His arm wrapped around your body, his hand pressing to your back, pulling you against him.  Your arms wrapped around his neck as you rolled to your back, pulling him on top of you.

He moaned as he felt your legs part.  His body molded to yours perfectly.  You released a shaky breath as his lips trailed across your cheek and down your jaw.  

Solitude was something you had become accustomed to over the years.  It had become so common that you forgot just how painful loneliness felt.  That pain had dulled and transformed into something familiar and regular with each passing day, month, and year.  You had long forgotten that it wasn’t normal to feel that way.

Heisenberg knew solitude just as much as you.

“Karl…” you moaned, arching into his body.  His lips trailed down your neck and to your breasts.  His mouth worshipped your soft flesh.  You felt his cock slowly harden between your legs and it made you wet.

“I need you, Y/N,” he growled between your breasts.  You spread your legs wider and rolled your hips.

“Yes,” you whispered.

He reached for his dick and slowly pushed inside of you.

Heisenberg’s mouth went to your ear and he grunted softly with every thrust.  Your arms held him close to your body, his skin pressed to yours.  His body rocked with yours, his touches and kisses soft and intimate.  Your head pushed back into the pillow, feeling his cock pulsing inside of you.  

“Y/N...oh fuck...yes…” he moaned into your neck, his arms holding you tight.  His hips began to thrust faster, the soft and sweet movements becoming hurried and passionate.  You lifted your legs higher and circled them around his waist.  His teeth nibbled at your skin and his tongue licked along the marks they left behind.

“Karl...Karl...please make me cum…” you begged, your fingers digging into his back.  The bed creaked as he thrusted harder.  His right hand moved to your lower back, pulling you closer, making you arch upwards into his body.  Tears slid from the corners of your eyes, his mouth and hands worshipping you in ways you only dreamed of.

“I love you, Y/N…” he whispered gruffly into your ear, “...cum for me...cum for me…”

His words pulled your orgasm to the forefront.  You held onto his bucking body tightly, feeling the skin of his groin rubbing back and forth along your clit.  Tossing your head back, you screamed his name again and again as you came.  Heisenberg was desperately barreling his length into you as you yelled for him.  With a guttural growl, burying his face into your neck, he emptied his cum inside of you.

In a tangle of arms and legs, the both of you continued to slide against one another, your orgasms subsiding.  You smiled as you felt Heisenberg’s full lips kiss along your shoulder and collarbone.  The tickle of his beard and the soft aftershocks made you quiver underneath him.  His tongue licked from your chest, up your neck, and to your waiting mouth.  The kiss was soft, deep, and probing.  He kissed you in a way that could only be described as heavenly.

“I won’t let her take you from me,” Heisenberg whispered against your lips, “I’ll die before that bitch lays one hand on you…”

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-> double black [final part] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

Let's end this with a bang, shall we? Also, let's not cry too much, okay? [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

4,004 words

warning: SMUT, double vaginal penetration, oral [M], face fucking, slight degradation, passing out, emotions in the end

note:  we're finally done! thanks to everyone who took the time to read my silly story! I truly hope this brought you some type of joy and entertainment! I would appreciate some final feedback now that we are finished. Please dont be shy 🥺❤

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I couldn't help the deep sigh that left from behind my lips as strong hands massaged my back, my body relaxing on the comfortable massage bed. A floral, relaxing scent wafted through my nose, further relaxing me.

"Your body is so tense," a soft, feminine voice said and I hummed in response, eyes closing as the person's hands continued to massage me. "Don't worry, I'll have you all better by the end."

I just hummed again, letting my mind wander as the masseuse massaged my muscles. If she noticed the bruises and bite marks left on my skin, she didn't say anything, just massaging them a little more carefully.

The night before... just thinking back to it made me chew on my bottom lip, remembering how both Chuuya and Dazai thoroughly fucked me deep into the night. They basically turned me inside out, pulling orgasm after orgasm from my body, using me in any which way to please them until I was a fucked out, shaking mess, lying on my back staring blankly at the ceiling.

I can hear their laughter still in my head, the dirty words they whispered still fresh in my mind. Can still feel their rough fingers digging into my flesh, in my mouth, inside me, pulling me into new heights over and over again until I was basically brain dead.

Last night was the first night in days that I had actually gotten some sleep, having woken up refreshed, yet still sore just this morning. It took a bit to get up and walk around, searching for clothes only to remember that I didn't even pack a bag when Chuuya brought me to the penthouse.

"You won't need it," Chuuya told me, sitting at the bar and sipping some tea. He only wore his pants, his shirtless form making me flustered a bit.

"I can't walk around naked, you know. What if I need to leave the penthouse?" I huffed, earning a laugh from Dazai, who was still cuddled up in the blankets.

"You're not leaving, bella~"

I scoffed. "Shouldn't you be at work?"

"I took vacation time."

"Bullshit."

Dazai just grinned at me and I rolled my eyes. I can just hear Kunikida bursting a blood vessel at this very moment. I shook my head, feeling Chuuya come up and hug me from behind, kissing on my neck softly.

"You won't be leaving," he confirmed Dazai's statement and I shivered slightly. "The masseuse will be here in an hour, so eat breakfast. I felt just how tight and tense your body was last night."

"We need you to be nice and pliable~" Dazai sang and I scoffed, my face heating up.

"Horn dogs..." I grumbled, Chuuya letting me go. After a much needed shower and breakfast, there was a knock on the door and now here I was, the very skilled masseuse kneading out every tight knot in my body.

"Thank you," Chuuya told the masseuse after finishing the session with me. He handed her a fat wad of cash and as she headed out the penthouse, more than pleased with the large tip.

"... and you really think you don't scream 'sugar daddy'?" I asked him, earning a huff and a glare from the red head. Dazai snickered, arm wrapping around my loose body. He led me over to the bar to join Chuuya and I sat on the stool. There was a bit of a silence and I took a look at the two of them before I set my hands on the bar.

"Okay," I started. "Let's talk."

"Ohhh, exciting," Dazai hummed, grabbing the whiskey and pouring himself a glass. "Now that things have finally settled down, I guess it's finally time to have this conversation."

Chuuya was confused. "What conversation?"

"What else? This," I gestured between the three of us. "Us."

"... aren't we just what, fuck buddies? Hell, we were only supposed to have a one night stand!"

"Yet, here we are, Chuuya."

"That's what happens when you have good pussy," Dazai remarked and I gasped, completely scandalized as my face heated up.

"Dazai!"

"What, it's true!"

"Ugh, even if we are just fuck buddies, we have to set boundaries! Expectations!" I exclaimed. "We haven't used condoms, we know Dazai is a little thot-" 

"Hey!" 

"Pfft!"

"Don't laugh, Chuuya, you are way too pretty to not be gettin' some."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, you're the only one I've been sleeping with," Dazai admitted and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I don't know if I believe you."

"But it's true! Whose bed have I been in the most recently?"

"I... well, you have a point."

"And you're the first I've had in a while," Chuuya admitted himself. "I had a lot of things going on."

I nodded my head in understanding, fiddling with my thumbs a bit. "Well... I just want us to be safe. And well, you know, happy so... I don't mind... keeping things how they are now. You know, casual..." I was getting a bit flustered.

"I don't have a problem with it," Dazai said with a shrug.

"Of course you don't," Chuuya huffed. "But fine. It'll be better if feelings don't get involved anyway."

"Oh, most definitely," I agreed with a nod of my head. "And if anyone wants out, then that's okay."

"Oh bella, I don't think that's happening anytime soon," Dazai hummed, finishing his whiskey. He set the glass down, capturing my gaze with his heated eyes and I gasped softly. I then felt my hair being pushed to the side and I bit my lip as Chuuya pressed up against me, kissing on my neck.

"Wait-" I gasped, watching as Dazai stood up from his stool, already pulling off his shirt. "We need to-"

"Talking is over," Chuuya whispered, easily pulling me off the stool. We followed Dazai back towards the bed, it was made with fresh, clean sheets. My mind immediately wandered back to the night before and a chill went down my spine.

It didn't take long for things to get heated, me now sandwiched between them standing at the foot of the bed. My hands were in Chuuya's hair as we kissed, his hands going to undo the robe I was in. The soft material fell to the ground and from behind, Dazai cupped my breasts in his hands, leaving hot, open mouth kisses on my neck.

Dazai's fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples, while Chuuya pushed his hand between my legs, fingers finding my clit. I gasped when he started to rub circles on it, his free arm wrapping around my waist to keep me still.

"You're so wet already," Chuuya whispered against my lips and I whined softly.

"Are you surprised?" Dazai asked, his voice dark yet teasing. "Our dirty little girl is always ready for us to just... take her. Is that right?"

He had asked me and I whimpered softly, nodding my head as I bit my lip to keep me from moaning loudly as Chuuya pushed two fingers inside my wet pussy. Dazai tutted, Chuuya snickering a bit as Dazai grabbed me by my hair, yanking my head back. I cried out, Dazai hissing in my ear.

"I thought we taught you yesterday. Use your fucking words."

"Yes!" I cried out, Chuuya slowly fucking his fingers into me, making it harder for me to talk. I knew I had to answer, but the way that his fingers curled into me made it oh so difficult. No fair. "Yes... 'm so wet for you... I always want you..."

"And why is that?" Chuuya asked, curling his fingers again, Dazai reaching around to rub on my clit as he mouthed along my neck.

"Cause!" I squealed. "I'm- I'm a whore... your whore... your subordinate..."

The men cursed and I found myself thrown onto the bed, only getting a quick second to gather my thoughts before they were on me, Dazai now kissing me deeply while Chuuya kissed along on my chest, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned in pleasure, squeezing my thighs together, only for both men to reach and spread my legs open.

"Don't fucking hide your pussy from me," Chuuya growled and I whimpered and nodded, crying out when Dazai pushed two of his long fingers into me.

It wasn't long until I found myself on my hands and knees, Chuuya fucking me from behind while Dazai held a tight grip on my head, fucking my mouth. My moans were muffled, the two men moaning, hissing and cursing from their own pleasure.

"I don't know which I like better, your pussy or this hot fucking mouth," Dazai hissed down at me, thrusting his cock deep into my throat then going still, almost making me gag as he made my mouth cockwarm him. "That's right, savor it..."

"Definitely love this pussy, so fucking tight..." Chuuya grunted, hands digging into my hips as he continued to fuck me, the feeling of my walls convulsing around him bringing him near his orgasm. "Fuck, dollface... it's like you were made for us, made for me." He moved his hand around to start rubbing at my clit, my moans and screams muffled by Dazai's cock.

Tears were already running down my face, the vibration from my moans making Dazai tilt his head back as he groaned deeply. Chuuya only had to fuck into me a bit longer before my orgasm rushed through me, my eyes rolling back and my toes curling as I tightened impossibly hard around him. Dazai quickly pushed my head away from him, and I knew it was because I was so close to unconsciously biting him.

"Fuck!" Chuuya quickly pulled out, beginning to stroke his cock himself, when I suddenly shouted.

"Inside! Please!"

Not even thinking about it, Chuuya plunged right back inside of me, pressing me down onto the bed with his hands on my back. His thrusts were almost wild, rough with reckless abandon and I sobbed, clawing into the bed sheets until I found what felt like someone's thigh, clinging onto it.

Feeling Chuuya cum deep inside of me triggered yet another orgasm for me and my mouth was wide open in a silent scream. I barely registered Dazai's hand cupping my jaw, his other stroking his cock until he came right into my gaping mouth.

"Oh fuck, bella... c'mon, swallow it all..." Dazai cooed, closing my mouth for me, wiping my tears away as I did as he told me. I opened my mouth to show him and he smiled slightly. "That's a good girl..."

"Fuck... that was intense..." Chuuya breathed out, lying on his back as I slowly sat up on the bed, catching my breath. My body shook, my mind still hazing as I looked over the two of them. At the sight of blood on Dazai's thigh, my jaw dropped.

"Oh no, I'm sorry..." I whispered, seeing just how hard I dug my nails into his skin.

Dazai just chuckled, waving his hand dismissively as he made himself comfortable against the headboard. "Don't worry about it, bella."

"But-"

"If you're that worried, then come make it up to me. Come sit on this cock."

A chill goes down my spine, but I was already moving to crawl over to him, straddling him and sinking down right on his cock. I gasped sharply, still feeling a bit sensitive but I took it like a champ, trembling on Dazai's lap. Immediately I start to slowly ride him, hands on his shoulders. My head tilted back, eyes closed as I moaned softly.

Dazai just gazed at me, a fond look on his face. The look went away as he looked over at Chuuya, his lips curling up just a bit. "Hey Chuuya..."

"Ugh, what, you bastard?" Chuuya grunted, lifting his head up to look over at us. He watched as Dazai stopped me, squeezing on my ass before he spread my cheeks apart, exposing more of how my pussy swallowed his cock. "Why don't you join us?"

I immediately tense up in his lap, Chuuya's jaw dropping just a bit at the suggestion. He listened to Dazai coo in my ear, hands now rubbing on my back.

"Wouldn't you like two cocks stuffing that pussy, bella?" he hummed, squeezing on my ass again. "Mm, even Chuuya likes that idea, he's hard again."

Chuuya blushed. "Well, who wouldn't be after hearing that?" he scoffed, noticing me looking over my shoulder to look at him, and his cock.

I bit my lip, my mind running at forty thousand miles an hour. The thought of both Dazai and Chuuya stuffing my pussy full of their cock honestly made my heart race, my body shaking as I got so aroused. There was no other answer to be said, and I slowly nodded my head.

A tut. "Words, bella."

"Yes... Yes please. I want you both to fuck me at the same time... I want you to ruin me..."

"Fuck," Chuuya cursed. "You're gonna be the fucking death of me, I hope you know that, dollface."

Dazai laughed, watching Chuuya rummage in the bedside drawer and producing a bottle of lubricant. "Our Chuuya, always so prepared!"

"Oh, shut up, bastard!" Chuuya shouted, climbing back onto my bed and positioning himself behind me. I tensed up again and he huffed, gently kissing on my neck. "You need to relax, dollface. We'll take care of you."

"Hmm," Dazai hummed in agreement, giving me a sweet kiss as Chuuya started to coat his cock with the lubricant. "Relax, it will feel good."

I nodded again, kissing Dazai as a way to distract myself as Chuuya started to rub some extra lube on my pussy. Dazai deepened the kiss, making me moan lightly as I felt Chuuya finally press the head of his cock against my entrance. I took a deep breath, Dazai kissing down on my neck as Chuuya slowly pushed inside of me.

"Fuck..." Chuuya gasped out breathlessly, shuddering deeply as he continued to push in slowly. My head was tilted back, a far away look in my eyes as my mouth hung open. It was like nothing I've ever felt before, so full, so fucking tight and intense. Chuuya pressed his forehead against my shoulder, breathing heavily as he finally bottomed out.

Dazai was just as affected, his eyes glazed over, his bottom lip caught in his teeth as he breathed heavily. "Shit... I could die like this," he whispered. "H-how are you, bella..."

"I..." I stumbled, whimpering when Chuuya shifted just a bit, all three of us hissing as he did so. "Fuck, it feels so good..."

Chuuya was the first to move, slowly pulling himself out before pushing back in. My walls around him, his cock rubbing against Dazai's, it was all too much and Chuuya found him struggling to keep himself in check.

Dazai slowly started to thrust on his own, our breaths coming out strained and haggard as they started to figure out a rhythm to keep. Soon, our moans and grunts sounded about the room, my whines and high pitched squeals ripping from my mouth while they both fucked me so deep, their mouths on any part of my body they can reach.

The headboard thudded against the wall with each thrust, sweat dripping down our bodies. No surprise that tears start to flow down my face, their hands squeezing my body. A hand grabs my face and Chuuya turns my head to kiss me deeply, our tongues swirling around each other as another tongue laps at my nipples.

"Fuck, bella, do you know how fucking beautiful you are," Dazai gasped out against my chest. I only whined, their thrusts becoming a bit more rough, the sounds of skin slapping against skin getting louder, as well as our moans and cries.

"Please... please, it feels so good!" I cried out, tossing my head against Chuuya's head, my hands gripping Dazai's shoulders tightly. "I feel so full..."

"Full of our cocks, huh?" Chuuya groaned. "Fucking you so good... you look so fucking pretty right now, so fucking dirty..."

"Like the whore you are," Dazai continued, smirking.

"Y-your whore..." I mumbled, biting on my lip. "Oh... God... I'm gonna come..."

That only seemed to spur them on, as their thrusts became rougher, their breaths labored as they squeezed my body tight as they fucked me nice and deep. My eyes screwed shut, another cry leaving my lips as the dam finally broke, orgasm tearing through me as my whole body just went rigid, walls convulsing and tightening around them as my vision went white. I just barely registered them cumming inside me when suddenly, my vision went dark.

I was on my back when I suddenly came to and I stared up at the ceiling in confusion, trying to remember what the fuck happened.

"Hey, are you okay?" A gentle finger along my cheek made me jolt and I looked over to find Chuuya lying beside me on the bed, worried look on his face. "You passed out on us."

I was stunned. "I did? For how long?"

"Just a few minutes," Dazai answered, still naked as he walked over to the bed, handing me a bottle of water before climbing into the bed on the other side of me. "Drink that. We're gonna order room service soon."

"I..." I was still stunned, even as I downed half of the bottle of water. "That has never happened before..."

"It was just a bit too intense," Chuuya said, still keeping a gentle hand on me. "Scared the crap out of us."

I frowned. "Sorry..."

Chuuya chuckled softly, kissing my cheek. "Don't be. Somehow, I feel quite smug about this."

I snorted, Dazai just laughing as he shot Chuuya a look.

"Better to make them pass out than to put them to sleep?" he taunted and Chuuya immediately reacted, vein popping on his forehead.

"I have never put anyone to sleep! At least not in the bad way!"

"Yeah, Chuuya is no way boring in bed," you interjected and Dazai whined.

"Bella, I was just having fun!"

I stuck out my tongue at him, Chuuya grumbling in annoyance. He glared at Dazai, scoffing again before he reached over to the nightstand for the room service menu. Chuuya soon made the order for us, and we still lazed around in the bed, honestly not willing to move.

Then a thought came into my head and I groaned. "Fuck. We still have five more days." I slapped my forehead, making the two men burst out laughing.

"Don't think you passing out will stop our plans, dollface," Chuuya teased, kissing my neck and I shied away from him, only to find myself in Dazai's arms as he kissed all over my face.

"This is just a much needed break," he hummed happily, making me roll my eyes. Even if I didn't admit it, I was looking forward to what was next for us, and my poor body.

"Does this place have a hot tub?" I asked and Chuuya nodded.

"They do. And they are private." The implications in his tone made my face get hot and I coughed. They laughed and I just couldn't believe how high of a sex drive they had. Even so, I had no room to talk, considering I was probably no better. And that was okay.

"Can we break for the rest of today?" I then asked them and they shrugged.

"All you have to do is ask," Dazai replied, sending a teasing grin Chuuya's way. "Besides, now I can finally hang with my best bud."

"Oh cut the crap, Dazai," Chuuya growled in response. "As if I'll be friends with a bastard like you."

"Yeah... being friends with someone with horrible shoe taste totally isn't cool. Especially if he wears a stupid hat."

"My hat is not stupid!"

The two continued to argue, their clear dislike for each other making me sigh. I just ignored them, pulling on my robe and getting ready to receive the room service for when it arrives.

Could I survive five more days of...this?

"I'm gonna miss you so much," I whispered as I hugged my best friend tightly, feeling my eyes start to sting. The loud, busy bustle of the airport continued around us, folks from all walks of life coming and going. I pulled back from the hug, giving Keiko a wide, watery smile.

She wiped my tears away, her own tears threatening to fall. "Don't cry, honey. I'll be back before you know it."

As Keiko told me before, she was going away on an extended trip, and will be gone for six months, even longer. She needed to get out of Japan and go to a place where she could heal and find herself again, and Japan was not the place for that.

Just the thought of not having my best friend with me brought fresh tears to my eyes and I hugged her again. Keiko hugged me back just as tightly, the dam finally breaking and tears falling down her beautiful face.

"Thank you so much. For everything," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You saved my life. I will forever be indebted to you."

"No, Keiko," I pulled back again, shaking my head. "You are not. You will not be tied down to someone again, not even me."

Keiko frowned. "But-"

"Just get better," I told her firmly. "Heal. Become a better Keiko. Come back bigger and better than ever. That is how you can repay me." I smiled at her, reaching up to wipe her tears away. Her big eyes shone with tears and emotions, her lips quivering as she cupped my face.

"I'm gonna miss you so much," she said softly. "I love you."

I laughed softly, putting my hand over hers. "I love you too, Keiko. I am just a phone call away and I'll be here whenever you need me."

Keiko smiled wide, still cupping my face and I was surprised when she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss right on my lips. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as Keiko pulled away, giggling behind her hand.

"What was-"

"I'll be back in a blink of an eye," Keiko said, picking up her carry on bag. "And we're gonna have sooooo much catching up to do, so you better be ready! And please, don't get pregnant."

I gaped at her and Keiko laughed loudly. It made my heart race, that small glimpse of the old Keiko making me even more emotional. She waved at me one last time before turning and walking towards security. I watched as she went through, holding back my tears until she finally disappeared.

I took a deep breath, wiping the tears off my face before I turned to finally make my way out of the airport. I had come alone, just wanting to have this moment alone with Keiko. I didn't like the thought of being alone, but I knew that Keiko needed this more than anything, and I was proud of her for making such a huge decision. Besides, we could always facetime, so it's not like I'll be truly alone.

Getting into the taxi I had flagged down, I reached into my purse to grab my phone, gaping when my one messaging app showed over 100+ notifications. Opening it, I snorted a laugh when I realized it was because of Dazai and Chuuya fighting in the group chat I forced them to join. I sent in a short message before putting my phone away, shaking my head.

Yeah, with those two, I truly wouldn't be alone. I did worry for my sanity though, but that was something I worried about before I even moved to Japan. I took a glance into the rearview mirror of the taxi, not surprised to see in my reflection angry tears going down my face, even though my face was completely dry.

->The End

#chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #dazai x reader #dazai smut #bsd x reader #bsd smut

[henryobsessed]

The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Chapter 8

Word Count: 1879

Warning: trigger - hunting, and demeaning verbal abuse.

A/N thanks again to my beautiful @sillyrabbit81 for your editing and @amberangel112 for your encouragement.

Chapter 8

Henry could not understand why Jessie was still considering going out with this jerk. He huffed at Joe’s words and was pleasantly surprised at Tom’s reaction. Pleased to have someone in his corner, he nuzzled into the young man’s arms. It felt nice, an odd feeling of loss and regret pulled at his soul. He hadn’t seen his nephew in five years, he would be fifteen years old now four years younger than Tom. Memories of their last time together flooded his mind, the feel of his hands running through his fur. Even then he had refused to change, sadly his nephew had never known him in Human form.

The packhouse was large, made of local stone it would be considered menacing to outsiders. But for those invited in, it was a house filled with love. They had found Henry and his nephew Adam just outside their forest line, half-starved, dehydrated and desperate for care. The pack doctor had tended to Henry whilst one of the pack's mothers had shared her milk with the little pup. Adam had captured the mother’s heart and at Henry’s approval had adopted him into the pack. Henry had grieved the loss of his only kin but been so grateful to them. He knew he could not look after the little one, not with his heartbroken in pieces.

Over the next ten years, he had come and gone from the house checking up on Adam, watched as he grew strong, not only physically, but emotionally he had developed into a beautiful soul. Their last time together they had sat just like he was now with Tom. He had curled up next to Adam, his head in his lap, Adams fingers running through his fur. “I wish you could change for me Uncle, I see all the other dads and sons playing together and I love the idea that when I change next year we can run together. Then I can finally talk to you and hear your voice back. But I want to know what you look like, to be able to hug you like I see that others hug their dads.” His face had added to Henry’s grief looking so heartbroken and longingly at him. He had tried at that moment, had attempted to honour his request but his human side was so lost, hidden in pain. He had left the house that day, knowing even if it broke his heart, he needed to let his nephew grow with his new pack and not be held back by him.

Now nestled against Tom he regretted that decision. He heard a chuckle soft and happy. “Well look at you two. I would never have guessed Wolfy could be so comfortable with another human. I haven’t seen him like that with anyone except with me. What’s your secret Tom?” Her bright eyes landed on Tom who had continued to scratch behind Henry’s ears.

“I don’t know Miss Jessie, but I have always loved wolves, well any kind of animal really but especially wolves.”

She seemed thoughtful as she eyed them both making Henry wonder what she had planned. “Tom, are you free tonight? I have a date and I really don’t want to leave Wolfy alone again.” Henry felt Tom stiffen. Wondering what was wrong with the request, he moved his head to look up at the boy.

A brief look of disapproval flashed in his eyes before they softened as he looked down and saw Henry watching him. “Yes, Miss Jessie. I would love to spend more time with this beautiful boy.” Internally he chuckled at Tom’s words, if only he knew he was twelve years older than him.

That afternoon Henry, Jessie and Tom spent out in the garden. Tom seemed to fit beautifully into their friendship group kneeling beside Jessie as they planted new flowers and shrubs where they had pulled up the weeds. Together, Henry dug the holes, Tom placed the plants and held them in place whilst Jessie filled the soil around them. Henry enjoyed hearing the light conversation between his Mate and his new friend until it became heavier. “So, Tom, when did you begin to love wolves? I know your father traps them, so I’m interested as to why you don’t follow his belief.”

Tom continued to work, as a gentle hum was heard working up from his throat. “I know why Dad does it, although I don’t think he is correct. He blames the wolves for his loss of cattle, but I haven’t seen that many around. The wild dogs are more to blame but he won't listen. They have a group that meet purely to discuss the wolf problem, but in my whole life, the only large group I have seen was back when I was four. It’s the first and last time Dad allowed me to come to a hunting party. Mom was horrified that he was taking me, but I wanted so much to be with Dad, and he wanted me to be just like him.”

Henry shuddered as the boy spoke as if by some force of nature, he knew that he was about to hear what had happened that day. He also sensed the grief radiating off the boy, wanting to calm him he pushed his body into Tom’s side. Nuzzling his head as if to say, “It's ok, I’m here for you.” Tom let out a heavy chuckle as if he had heard Henry’s voice.

He sat back looking down at Henry as he spoke, “Thanks Wolfy, you would think that I would not remember something that happened that long ago, but it's imprinted in my mind. They had been tracking a pack that had only just entered the area, convinced the rest of the ranchers that they were a risk to our lively hood, that we couldn’t let them nest here. So, the best of their marksman left, when we found them all, sitting around a tree, curled up sleeping, all I wanted to do was go play with the cuddly animals. Dad kept pulling me back holding me still and quiet. I didn’t understand until the loud bangs began.”

Tom’s voice wobbled at this point and Jessie who had been silent up till this time also came closer. She pulled him into her side, her arm encasing his thin body as his shoulders began to shake. “I started screaming as I saw a single wolf with a baby on its back running away, Dad aimed for it but I managed to push the barrel up making him miss. I got the thrashing of my life that night. I couldn’t sit for a week, but it was worth it. I was never allowed to come again after that, not that I wanted to. It took a while, but Dad eventually began to trust me enough to check the traps. I am glad too because it meant I could help this fella.”

Jessie held the boy as his sobs subsided. Henry was trying to hold his anger in, these were the people who had destroyed his family. And yet this one boy had not only saved him once but twice, his gratitude was the only thing stopping him from wanting to go rip the throats out of the group. Ignorance and fear were the driving forces that ended his family, if only they knew the wolves would only ever take a sick animal, and sometimes the young, never the strength of the herd. They would never kill without need. But the wild dogs he had seen were giving us a bad name.

Jessie's voice interrupted his thoughts, the softness not hiding the grief in her own. “Was that near here Tom?” How did Jessie know?

“Yes, Miss Jessie, by the tall tree in the middle of the forest.”

She silently picked up the tools, both animal and human watching her, wondering what she was thinking. Sighing she stood up, “Come, it’s getting dark and I need to get ready for this date.” She walked silently back into the house. The boy and the wolf looked at each other before both followed.

Jessie fixed dinner for Tom and Henry then left to dress, leaving the pair to their own devices. Tom seemed quiet after revealing his early childhood trauma and Henry was eager to help calm the boy. After eating, he plodded into the living room, jumped up on the couch and yipped in Tom’s direction. Chuckling, Tom responded, “You want to watch some TV boy?” Nuzzling the remote, he yipped eagerly hoping to distract the boy from his thoughts.

Tom settled next to him and picked up the remote, they settled on watching a rerun of M.A.S.H before they both heard the clicking of heels and the rapping of knuckles on the front door. Open-mouthed both Henry and Tom sat dumbstruck as Jessie walked down the stairs in a light yellow sundress her dark hair flowing softly twisted into waves. “Wow Miss Jessie, you look amazing” got in first before Henry followed with his eager Yip. Giggling Jessie smiled softly at them both, “Ok I won't be out late, but even so, don’t get up to any mischief”

This caused both Henry and Tom to laugh, one sounding more like a series of yips. The door opened and closed and Jessie was gone. Together the two sat, watched movies and shared some popcorn that Tom had found in the pantry. Just as the end of a Witcher episode finished they heard yelling coming from outside. “I don’t give a dam Boyd, you had no right to hit that poor man, It was an accident.” The front door opened as Jessie stormed inside, the front of her dress had a brown stain down the side of her skirt.

Next Boyd came crashing into the room his face red as he reached out to grab Jessie's arm, this caused Henry to jump into action his snarl reaching the ears of the big man before he saw the wolf racing towards him. Jumping back almost stumbling over the kitchen chair Boyd’s face grew hotter, “Keep that mutt controlled Jessie otherwise I’ll control him for you with my shot Gun.”

The air went still as Henry felt Jessies and Tom's hands on him, “That is enough Boyd Hatfield, you are no longer welcome in this home. Get. Out!” Surprise filled Boyd’s face as he not only recognised Tom but registered his marching orders. Menace replaced the look of surprise, “Listen here little girl, you better watch that attitude of yours. I’ll allow you to cool off but we are not finished talking, and if you value the life of that mutt you will do as your told.” Punctuating the statement with a nod of his head he turned and strolled out the door.

Heart pounding he turned looking up at Jessie who seemed to have lost her speech, her face pale and her hands shaking. Tom moved swiftly pulling her into his arms as she began to cry, frustrated that it wasn’t his arms holding her, Henry pushed his body against her to show he was there, but inside he was furious. That man had threatened not just himself but Jessie, but he had to focus on her right now, she was more important no matter how much he wanted to go after him.

Chapter 9

#the veterinarian and the werewolf #henry cavill #henry cavill x ofc #werewolf

[vecnawrites]

Dog tail faunus Jaune goes into heat and the only one near by is Neon Katt who is more than happy to help she just under estimated how bad his heat was and what hes packing.

Jaune panted, his tail twitching as sweat dripped down his body. He fought back the urge to whine, he wasn’t a scraggly preteen dealing with his first heat, he was an adult now, with several under his belt. He would have to get back to the dorm first, before the effects really hit him; he didn’t want a repeat of the first time he had lost control, or the last time.

He had been lucky as all hell that Saphron and Terra had wanted a baby, and were going to ask him to donate anyway. So while it was awkward to mount and rut his sister-in-law in his head, it had at least worked out for them, and was nothing more than something to laugh about now.

But even more than that, he thanked the Brothers that Velvet was such a kind and understanding girl, even being sweet enough to say she was willing to help him out again if he needed it. He had been incredibly thankful, hugging the girl tightly. He did wonder why she had such a blush on her cheeks, though. It might have been embarrassment, since they were both still naked at the time.

But that was neither here nor there at this point. Velvet was on a mission with her team and Pyrrha (who had heavily insisted, cheeks as red as her hair that he come to her for help the next time his heat flared up) was away doing some sort of sponsorship thing, leaving him alone at the moment...he shook himself again. He needed to leave, to get back to the dorms, before-!

“Heeeeyyy~!” Jaune froze as the cute cat faunus from Atlas appeared before him, her eyes sultry and looking interested, roaming over his body, her own feline tail flicking back and forth. He watched her sniff the air and lick her lips, his own powerful nose picking up a sweet, almost cloyingly so, scent. His cock throbbed as he realized it was the scent of her arousal, a sweet, tempting thing that called to him, made his libido swell, his cock throbbing and straining lewdly against the fabric of his trousers.

Before he could say anything, the orangette snagged his wrist and began walking, dragging him along with her, helped out by her roller blades...it also had the added effect of flipping her skirt up every few seconds, revealing her plump, pert cheeks of her ass, and just beneath it, flashes of pink, shining under the light, which told him not only where the wonderful smell was originating from, but that this girl was very daring, going around in a skirt that short without panties.

Hey couldn’t stop the yelp from escaping his lips as he was dragged into one of the empty ‘study dorms’ (which were meant for studying, but were more often than not used for sex. He would know, one of these were where he and Velvet ended up) and shoved towards the bed as she closed and locked the door behind her. Looking up, he was met with a blur of color which knocked him to the bed with a naked orange haired girl above him, hovering with a cheeky grin on her face.

~x~x~x~x~

Neon Katt was what one would call a party and fun loving individual. She loved nothing more than having a good time, and orgasms definitely counted as having a good time! They were the perfect way to wind down after a long, stressful day...or just to have fun and relax!

But, much like a cat, she was also quite the opportunist. She knew that the blonde beneath her held the biggest dick in the fucking school, and she had interrogated, uh she meant, had a ‘girls chat’ with the bunny faunus in the year above when she saw the weak, bow legged, limping gait the bunny had, telling anyone who knew anything that she had been fucked marvelously.

As the mortified bunny spilled her guts to Neon, the party Katt found herself drooling from both sets of lips. Hell, she was surprised that Velvet had actually been able to walk at all from how vigorous she said that he had been!

A plan quickly hatched in her mind, a genius, diabolical plan to get some loving! A cunning plan to ensure she got fucked just as heartily and well as the bunny faunus had. It wasn’t like people were lining up to share her bed in Atlas, after all.

And so far, the plan had worked perfectly! She could feel that cock pushing up against her pantiless ass (she was beyond thankful that she had forgone the garment on the way here as she had been so wet she might have ruined it, and she might do so from now on, that was so naughty~) and gazed down at her prey with a sultry look on her face.

“Well now...I can feel you’re having a bit of a problem, big boy~” she cooed, rubbing back against the thick cock still trapped within it’s bindings. She licked her lips, sure that she was going to have a wonderful time riding that beast. “Fortunately, Neon’s more than willing to help you out!”

Scooting down, Neon licked her lips hungrily as she stared at the massive bulge, her fingers curling into the fabric of her pants, pulling them and his boxers down and-

WHACK!

Her vision swam, not only from the sudden strike to her face, but the thick wave of hot musk that washed over her and drove her animal instincts wild, her pussy gushing and squirting out onto the bed, panting and huffing up the delicious musk that filled her lungs and overpowered her brain, frying her synapses. She squirmed, her nose rubbing that thick length as she slumped down and forwards, until her face was covered in an almost boiling warmth, her tail flicking back and forth wildly as the mind melting smell cloaked her lungs, imprinting itself into her nose and brain.

Her small chest pushed outwards as she inhaled as deeply as she could, pale pink nipples hard and swollen, as she refused to leave the musky warmth that enamored her so. She could stay there forever...she rubbed her face deeper into that heavy sack, her toes curling.

She was so intoxicated by Jaune’s musk, she failed the warmth going missing, her being spun around and settled onto her front, face down, ass up, the blonde gripping her hips. She did, however, take notice when the thick fat shaft she had just been shamelessly rubbing her cheeks against fell between her toned ass cheeks with a loud SLAP, the fat rod rutting a bit between her cheeks before sliding down and resting against her soaking, dripping pussy lips.

She looked back drunkenly, eyes widening as she saw the large, obscenely thick cock attached to the blonde Arc, with an even thicker, bulbous, fist-sized knot at the base, twitching with every heartbeat of the young man it was attached to. She swallowed hard. “Uh, can...can we tal-”

-SLICKT!!

Neon’s eyes crossed as Jaune’s bitch breaking fuck stick of a cock spread her pussy wide open, though thankfully, she could feel that massive knot still outside of her poor core. A strained mewling noise escaped her lips as her fingers curled into the sheets, her body trembling heavily from the myriad of sensations rushing through her body.

She felt her lover begin to move back, and her core, on reflex movement, began to squeeze down, trying to keep the heavy cock inside her body, before a loud yowl escaped her throat as Jaune decided to thrust back inside her body with a slick noise, her pussy clamping down hard around the shaft in a faux orgasm.

The pace wasn’t slow. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t loving. It was rough, primal, aggressive, outright animalistic. Neon could only release the most pitiful mewls as she was thrust into, fucked into, the bed, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, drool staining the sheets beneath her.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! PlaP! PlaP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Wet, slick noises filled the study room air, along with male and female sex musk, as Neon was fucked hard, fast, brutally into the bed, her more carnal, feline instincts loving it, her pussy flexing and clamping down on the invader in constant, wet and messy orgasm.

Pap! Pap! Pap! Teal green eyes widened as Neon felt that fat knot prodding insistently at her pussy lips with every thrust now, feeling the cock within her twitching and throbbing in warning of what was to come. Gathering every bit of strength she could in her panic, Neon raised her head up. “W-wai-!”

POP!

“NNNNNNNNNN!!!” Neon’s pupils shrunk to pinpricks, before rolling up in her head as her entire body went stiff, her tail sticking straight out like a ramrod as Jaune’s knot found its way into her unprepared pussy, locking her and the blonde together, hip to ass, the tip of his cock pressed flush against her cervix.

“nnnnnnn♥~” she whined out as her blonde lover began to rut into her body again, his big strong hands moving from her hips and down to her butt, fingers sinking into the muscle as he delivered shorter, but far more powerful and intense thrusts, his tip smacking into her cervix over and over.

Fingers and toes curled into the sheets, nearly tearing them outright as Neon lost herself to the brutally intense fucking, her pussy clamping down and squeezing tightly as she squirted, reaching her most powerful orgasm yet.

She slumped to the bed, boneless and body quaking as Jaune continued to slam into her over and over and over again, his thick cock throbbing and twitching mightily deep within her, signifying that his own orgasm was imminent. Neon knew, she just knew, that the moment he came she would never be the same afterwards! Her eyes widened as she felt a powerful throb within her, followed by incredible warmth filling her belly. Her toes curled.

“Nyaaaaaaaa♥~!” she cried out, hearts in her eyes as she fell face first to the bed and quivering as she felt strong, thick spurts of warm cum filling her belly, shooting into her welcoming womb. She blissfully passed out, purring deeply, and an overjoyed expression on her face.

Huffing, Jaune slumped over Neon’s body, slowly rutting his hips as his balls steadily drained into her warm and velvety pussy. Carefully gathering the unconscious girl into his arms and turning onto their sides, Jaune tucked the unconscious cat Faunus against his front, he settled and let himself relax, letting the dopamine and serotonin from his continuous orgasm wash over him, his hand gently rubbing over his sleeping partner’s slowly swelling belly.

He closed his eyes, hoping that when both of them woke later, she would feel up to another round before separating. Burying his nose into her hair, he allowed himself to drift off, happy and content.

#Jaune Arc #Neon Katt #Faunus!AU #Dog!Jaune

[honouredsatoru]

JJK Characters x You on a date

notes : I tried including Gojo's love for Digimon since I also grew up watching Digimon and loving the anime with all of my heart, also because Gojo's seiyuu, both Japanese and English versions, voiced for characters in Digimon, so I wanna pay homage to the both of them. other than that, I also included my love for arts and history, something I tried to incorporate into my writing, just to make it like.. lilith's style, ya know?

extra notes : also I wrote megumi for Elli, just because haha.

warnings : slight cussing. not proofread lol. other than that, none. 100% fluff!

characters : gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, nanami kento, itadori yuji.

Gojo Satoru - Arcades, vintage shops, especially collectors, especially Digimon, comic book/manga stores.

[Your name]! [Your name!]! Look, look! It's the Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 series! All 9 of them! Let's get in!"

"Ahh hold on. Towu! We're supposed to visit the cat cafe, you promised that you would go with me and take pictures with the cat hairband on! And I'm starving!"

You jokingly scowled at him, tapping your Doc Martens feet on the ground, arms folding.

"Fucking adorable. Let me see if I can tease her more, hah." A smirk soon appeared on this blue-eyed darling of yours.

"Let me get the manga and I promise, I'll go to this cat cafe with you, baby. Hm?"

"Oh alright."

"I love you, sweetheart. I know how much you wanted to go there but the manga. I- ahaaaa"

He started pouting as he kept pointing in the direction of the Digimon manga by the window. You quickly opened your camera, taking pictures of him sulking, emitting a soft giggle that actually made his heart squeezed with joy.

He presses his lips against your forehead, thumb circling your cheek, gently squishing them before opening the door, yanking you into the comic book store with him. You vowed to hide the comic books once he goes on a mission. After all, he made you wait a month before the two of you finally get to go to this cafe you always wanted to visit.

"Baby, I can read what you're thinking. Your face shows it too. Hehe. Watch me hide your panties."

Taking in a few gulps of air to deepen your breath, you opened your eyes, to meet the love of your life's own eyes, snickering at you, his large hands on the crown of your head before ruffling your already messy hair. There is no way you can stay mad at this man, as childish as he is, you know he loves you and deep down? He knows you love him too.

Itadori Yuji - Thrift stores, internet cafes to play online games with you, cinemas.

"Candy! [Your name] love! Don't! Make! Me! Ahhh cover up for me! I am gonna lose! I am gonna-"

He turns around to face you with soft eyes, his eyebrows slightly droopy before looking back at the computer, taking in the seconds in his head to register the fact that he lost in his mission with you in Inferno.

"Awww sorry babe. I mean.. you just started playing CSGO, so tell me, why- again- damn it- you wanna- AH. Damn it! Throw the fucking grenade! I mean why you wanna play this game, you need more practice- FUCK YOU."

Gentle chuckles were heard, emitted from his throat, his soft, peach toned lips landed on your cheek repeatedly as he rubbed soothing circles around your back.

"Breathe, bunny baby. You're so feisty whenever you start having online matches. Breathe. I love you, and I don't want you to get your blood pressure rising because of these dumbos, hm?"

Your lips curl into a faint and appreciative smile, nodding while your eyes are glued to the screen, ignoring the fading laughs and snickers from the people acknowledging your mini rage.

"I love you too. If I win, I'm getting us boba and chicken nuggets. So let me fight them, okie?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Megumi - Museums, art galleries, photo exhibitions, aesthetic cafes.

"Oh Gumi bear, look at that! That is the Raft of Medusa, it was done by Thèodore Géricault, he himself interviewed two survivors from the shipwreck."

He looks over your eyes that shine with excitement and pure happiness.

"Art"

Was what he thought every time he laid his sight onto you. God knows that he falls in love with you every single time he is blessed with your presence. Resting his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, inhaling the scent of mixed berries and wild roses, he swore he heard his heartbeat increasing every two seconds in a span of one minute.

"Oh really? What do you think this painting is all about?"

Glancing at him before returning to the painting, you puffed your cheeks, pressing your lips together with your index finger curled on your chin and your thumb under it.

"Lord, she is so cute whenever she does that. Can I kiss her? Should I? No wait, she's trying to tell me her own interpretation of this painting. To me. Oh wow. I'm gonna kiss her... later. I can't interrupt her." That is all he could think of. You. He is deeply, madly, beautifully in love with you.

"In my opinion, it tells me the ways of how men, or human beings, seek out in order to survive. When we are at the brink of desperation, insanity, happiness, greed, lust, desire, wrath, grief, don't we all do things unimaginable to help us go through the day? They even resolved to cannibalism. I think even I would commit to that if I was in an extremely dire situation."

You looked at him, a wide smile on your face, emitting a soft giggle that entered his right ear and stayed within the chambers of his mind. He closed the spaces between the both of you, sealing his lips onto yours, with the intention of making this very moment last a little longer heavy within his heart.

"Art."

Was what you thought of him.

Nanami Kento - Theatres, historical museums, fine dining restaurants.

You squealed, lightly clapping your hands as you ran to a block of marble, your foot tapping against the floor. He chuckles, hands in his pocket, taking fast strides towards you.

"Namnam! Look look! That's the Parthenon Sculptures! It was founded in hm... Athens, yes! If I am not mistaken, around 438 to 432 BC. These sculptures decorated the insides of the Parthenon, it is a temple located at the fortress of the Athenian Acropolis. It is said that this temple was built to appreciate and worship the Goddess Athena, she was the deity worship in Athens. Also, ah ah! Did you know that the word parthénos means "maiden", "girl" or ‘virgin"? And I-"

You look at him, your magnificent lover wearing a dark brown trench coat, with ecru brown trousers and a black turtleneck tucked in, his neck layered with white gold necklaces. Your hand unconsciously scratches your sideburns, giggling at the side of his stoic expression, eyes piercing yours beneath that yellow-green glasses he constantly has on his chiseled face.

"Oh... I am sorry... I didn't mean to bore you. I was just so excited because you know me! I love anything that is related to ancient greek history and mythology. I can't seem to get enough of it and it is absolut-

"I'm not bored, [your name]. I was just paying attention to every single word that pretty lips of yours uttered. It's magnificent that you knew all of this. It shows just how smart, curious, bright your mind and soul is. And darling?"

"Huh?"

"I am lucky to be blessed with someone like you. With Gojo constantly following me, there is no way I can read the books I bought for myself. However, having you around, breaking the ice with your random history tib bits, I feel like I am reading the pages, savouring each word, alphabet, sentence, thus expanding my quest and love for knowledge."

You looked down. Normally, you're not the type to tear up this easily but seeing how this man, this angel of a man, appreciates the little things you loved and adored, you can't help but let the waterworks out. You lifted your head up to meet his gaze, the tip of your nose slightly stuffy. You grabbed his arms, clinging onto him, the difference of height and size makes it sweet to the eyes of strangers surrounding you both.

"Oh Namnam. Thank you so much. This means the world to me. Shall we... go and see the best of Ramesses the Great? I've loads to tell you!"

Nobara - Shopping malls, ferry rides, beach dates, parks with cherry blossoms.

"Baby... tell me, have you ever seen anything as joyous as the ocean?"

You two stood by the seashore, fingers intertwined, your head resting on her shoulders, the sound of the seas splashing against the rocks and the warmth around your foot, it tingled but it feels good at the same time.

"I don't want this moment to end, [your name]."

"Why is that, pretty one?"

A faint sigh leaves her lips, you feeling her body loosen up.

"I just.. school is sort of stressful so my time spent with you liberates me from the pressure, fatigue, and image of curses embedded in my brain. Walking with you... through this airy womb of skies and clouds, don't you know it makes me happy?"

You leaned closer, pressing a soft peck on her cheeks, earning yourself a pair of scarlet cheeks with a gorgeous smile from the one next to you. You turned yourself to face her, hands on her shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours.

"Whenever and wherever you need me, I will be there. I might not be perfect, but I am gonna do my best to be the one you can always count on."

You pressed a kiss on her left cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss on her right cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss to the lips of the woman whom you shared your entire universe with.

"To the moon and back, I love you, Kugisaki Nobara."

The end.

tags : @tojisveryown @sookyshima @megumifushi @sixeyesgojo @sirthisisa-wendys @sasso-oda @fushigurocockslut @nkogneatho @kotarousgf @noritoshiikamo

#jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #kento nanami #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #nanami x you #nanami fluff #yuji x y/n #nobara x y/n #megumi x y/n #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk x you #gojo headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x you #nanami headcanons #yuji headcanons #megumi headcanons #nobara headcanons

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Interviews - Henry Cavill x wife/actress reader

Summary: You and Henry have been married for a couple years now, and when you’re both part of the Witcher cast, fun interviews are to be had.

Warning: nothing but a good time, btw I’ve never written anything like this so I hope it’s good enough that I might feel motivated to write more

-Readers Witcher character is loosely based off my Geralt fic from here (just a little self promotion), but in this case you play a full vampire in this Witcher universe

The days have been long and grueling, filming hours upon hours of stunts and regular acting had taken its toll. Not to mention the countless times in hair and make up paired with costume changes and traveling to film on certain locations.

To say being apart of Netflix’s The Witcher was full of tiring days and some accidental bruises would be a huge understatement. But none of that mattered, nor did you bother to complain when through the thick and thin of it all did you have Henry with you along the way. And your favorite big slobbery bear, Kal whenever he was allowed on set.

Fortunately for you in the beginning of all the craziness, the casting and writers had wanted you specifically for the part of Y/C/N in the new series before Henry even auditioned for the role of Geralt, that was soon given to him after you accepted your fresh role of vampiric heroine.

It was ironically strange in a good way, you had watched your dork of a husband play the Witcher: Wild Hunt a few times before, eventually learning of what Geralt of Rivia was, who Y/C/N was in the story, who Yennefer and Ciri were, Tris and even Jaskier.

Who would have thought that you’d finally get to snag a role side by side with Henry in quite literally one of the most fantastic shows you’ve ever heard of. You didn’t even need to see the show yet to know how well it was most likely to be reviewed. Being a key character in the grand storyline was enough to convince you of how amazing it would most certainly turn out in the finished product.

And after all was said and done, you couldn’t believe how well loved and popular the show truly became in the following months after shooting and its eventual release onto Netflix. The after parties and cast celebrations truly made you blessedly grateful for pulling through to the vary end.

Then again you had your mans Henry by your side every step of the way. He was your rock and you were most definitely his. You know life on set would have been far less entertaining and dreadfully long if not for the lovely company of your dear Witcher, Henry. And so far after the fact, you and a good portion of the cast have been placed in random interviews for the majority of the day.

Reason being, The Witcher has at long last finally premiered and as per usual the people and media live for those cast interviews that always reveal some interesting events. So far this morning you’ve done some interviews with Anya that have gone perfectly fine since the two of you seem to click so well.

Also it helps ease the anxiety of your fellow newer cast mates to the world of continuous interviews with an experienced veteran actor like yourself, who’s gone round the ring more times then you can count. Though you can’t help but wonder how Henry’s doing, considering you’ve been separated since the sessions began at 10am, you’ve had lunch and now it’s about 1 in the afternoon with more hours to go.

Luckily for you, you’ve just been informed of another interview with the man of the hour himself. Saying your goodbyes and well wishes to your fellow cast mates, you stand and follow the guide into the advised place. Aka some really nice hotel room that’s been done up real nice for efficient interviewing, complete with the Witcher insignia on a large background poster and three chairs that happen to look rather comfy.

The camera and sound people nod in acknowledgment as you walk in, you nod back no doubt making their day with your friendliness and adorable smile that quite literally lights up a room. Soon you spot the bubbly yet nervous interviewee who instantly welcomes you into her space like you’re an old friend.

You sit, a bit confused as to where your partner happens to be at the moment, the interviewer, Lauren makes small talk before a door opens and her big bright doe eyes go wide in nervous excitement. A telling smile upon her face as she shifts in her chair before looking back to you again with a happy grin.

Henry says a quick hello to the behind the scenes crew before waving to Lauren, you smirk while watching him get comfortable next to you, “Well, well, well. Get lost on your way up, you know they have guides for a reason.” You tease as he chuckles at your humorous jab, relieved to see you again after a couple hours apart.

“Traffic.” He quips with a shrug.

“Uh huh.” You mutter with a shake of your head before drawing your attention back to Laura, “Can’t take him anywhere I swear, he does this all the time.”

She laughs as Henry pretends to gasp at your teasing, you chuckle along with them before she finally collects herself, “Well, welcome back to London. It’s fantastic to have you both in town once again, and your big beautiful faces all over Leicester Square.”

You both laugh, “Right.” Says Henry, “I guess we do look pretty cool.”

“Hell yeah, I mean where else can I see myself with a giant sword on a building? And anyways look at this beautiful mug,” You say gently squeezing Henry’s cheeks in your hand, “he’s literally killing it out there.” They laugh as you give Hen another playful squeeze before letting go and setting your arm against the chairs cushioned armrest. 

“Alight let’s start.” She says enthusiastically before glancing down at her cards then back up to you and Henry. Then into one of the two the cameras, “Hi I’m Lauren from Entertainment Weekly and today we’re here with the two stars of Netflix’s The Witcher.” She says enthusiastically while giving a nod to you two, indicating that the camera is now focused on you both, “Henry Cavill and Y/N Cavill.”

You both smile in acknowledgment as Henry gives a slight nod, “How you doing?”

“I’m great,” She beams, “So, I’ll get right into it, what do you like most about the story? What really drew you into the script that made you say, yes this is going to be awesome?”

Slapping a hand against Henry’s muscular leg, you hum, “I’ll let Hen take this one he’s a real expert on the linguistics of the whole show.”

“Thanks Y/N/N.” Replies Henry, bemused that you’re making him take the first question.

You nod to him knowingly with a smirk, “Of course.” Knowing how much he loves to talk about the show and also because you’d rather have him use his energy to talk about it then do that yourself. Priorities, right, though in your defense it’s been a long day.

“Well I absolutely love the games and the books themselves are phenomenal works of literature.” He explains, his face glowing with that usual glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “The story and the world of the Witcher is just so rich and full of potential that when I signed on for the show, I immediately knew it would be amazing, no doubt.”

You lean into the arm of you chair, “And of course I was there so that’s always a bonus.”

“That too.” He smiles adorably, “That too of course.”

Lauren smiles, “Great. So, what was it like working together, how was it having your characters interact with one another?”

You smile, setting a hand against Henry’s forearm, “This guy right here.” You deadpan before waving him off dramatically, “So annoying, my god he whined all the time and he was such a drama queen dear lord so ugh....” You start cackling before you can even finish the sentence causing Henry to loose it as well and with that the interviewer.

Shaking your head you rest your hand against his shoulder, “I joke, he was a gem to work with as usual...I mean I feel incredibly blessed to be able to act alongside my husband for months and months every single day. It’s a rarity in this line of work and I’m grateful to have shared this experience...and I guess more so this whole adventure with him as well.”

The interviewer aww’s as Henry tilts his head to lean into your hand that’s still resting atop his shoulder before pulling away just as quickly, the intimate sentiment not going unnoticed by you or Lauren who looks to be enjoying your loving yet calm energy with one another. “That’s so sweet, what about you Henry?”

“Oh yes absolutely,” Agrees Henry to your recent statement, “not only did I have her by my side through it all but the dynamic of our characters interacting together was so fun to shoot. I think the audience will really be able to see their relationship grow on screen into something strong and beautiful like in the books.”

Slow clapping you give him a curt nod of approval, “Well said.”

Lauren smirks, “Seems like it. Well, I was able to catch the premier yesterday and I gotta say...it was fantastic! I couldn’t believe how diffident the two of you looked from how you are now.” She gushes enthusiastically.

The corners of Henry’s lips curl into a proud smile for the fellow crew of the Witcher’s, “Oh that’s great then, honestly we gotta give all the props to the costume and makeup team, they’re so talented and know how to make us look like real badasses.” He adds.

You nod in agreement before grinning at a positive memory of your first interaction with Henry as Geralt, “Oh for sure, I remember during the early stages of production when our characters met each other for the first time, before this we came to set together but went separate ways to shoot our own stuff in the meantime so I never got a real look at him.” You recall with a bright smile as Henry watches your every move, beaming just the same.

“It was so funny, I was in the tent with Freya Allen, the wonderful girl who plays Ciri, and then suddenly her eyes got all big and nervous and I was like, that’s not me right? Something weird didn’t just happen with my costume? And then I turned around to find this man, wig on, face a mess, and his eyes looked so fearsome and different...it was a bit startling.” You say with a chuckle, “I clearly wasn’t expecting to see Geralt right then and there. He just looked so unlike Henry.”

“Yeah, I was almost hurt.” Laughs Henry, “She had to like squint and make sure it was me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrug, “He had some real creepy looking colored contacts, yunno?”

Henry fake scoffs, “You’re one to talk, I mean when I first say her, Y/N’s eyes were red and she had fake blood spattered all over her face and shirt. Oh, and not to mention those fangs they put on your teeth...we probably traumatized poor Freya that day.”

“Oh shit you’re right!” You exclaim with a snort of concealed laughter, “God I completely forgot about how I looked...now since I think about it, I did that a lot too. I would just walk up to people and be completely oblivious as to what kind of nightmare I looked like, honestly I might have scared one of our producers a couple of times.” You add with a half nervous laugh, it’s true, you did scare some of the crew unintentionally. Most of the time.

Lauren lightly chuckles, “That sounds like you were quite the sight to see then.” She says before glancing back down at her notes, “Alright I have’ta ask, is there anything that you two took home with you from set?”

“Besides Henry every night,” He holds back a laugh while covering his mouth as you nonchalantly continue, “Uh, yes actually I got to take home Y/C/N’s wolf ring that I loved so much and just thought was the coolist thing ever and....uh, I might have stolen some socks too.”

“So that’s why after filming the amount of socks of yours I had to fold increased?” Wonders Henry with a surprised snort of realization.

Turning your head to give him a “no shit” kinda look, you look back at Lauren, pointing your thumb at Henry, “Master sleuth right here, but hey, he folds my laundry.”

“Aw that’s great.” Adds Lauren with a smile before turning her attention to Henry, “What about you Henry? Take anything from set?”

“More then Y/N did actually...”

“He just about took the whole makeup trailer most nights, I swear.”

Henry chuckles, “That. Is true.” He agrees with a nod, “Interesting enough, at home I’ve got Geralt’s armor hung up in our living room and a multitude of other nicknacks that I’ve collected during filming.” He adds, glancing over to you, “So uh, yeah, we were fairly lucky to be able to snag what we could.”

Lauren smiles, absentmindedly shuffling her cards, “That’s awesome to have such special memorabilia, you guys really are fortunate.” She adds before reading off from another card, “Alright you two, care to play a game called guess the image? Witcher style.”

Your face perks up at this, you’re a sucker for interview games and Henry knows it, “Are you reading my mind or something, I have been waiting all day for someone to ask about playing a game.” You gush rather enthusiastically. 

He smiles at your adorableness and how excited you’ve just become, Lauren grins, happy that her suggestion has been so well received, “Okay so how it works is, I’ll show you an image on my iPad and then you have to guess who or what I’m showing you.”

“Oh, cool I’ve heard of this,” You reply, turning to Henry with a smirk, “Loser has to clean Kal’s yard poop for a week.”

Rolling his gorgeous blue eyes he chuckles, “You’re on.”

“Alright, the stakes are high, you two ready?” Beams Lauren, holding her iPad to her chest as she awaits an answer.

“Yes, I’m ready to kick his ass.” You quip, leaning an arm against your chair while Henry does about the same, though he does his best to contain his laughter.

“Okay, first image.” She holds up the device to show some sort of weird golden thing, it’s shiny and hard, worst part is that you’re not entirely sure what the hell it could be.

Sensing your confusion Henry nudges your shoulder, though you ignore it before he smartly answers, “Oh, is that...Renfri’s brooch?” Little shit knows exactly what that is, of course he does.

Lauren claps, “Correct.” Zooming out of the image to show the full picture of the golden brooch, “Right on, that’s one point for Mr. Cavill.”

You scoff playfully, “Beginners luck.” While Henry side eyes you with a humorous grin upon his plush lips, he nudges your arm, “I’m going to really enjoy not cleaning up Kal’s grass turds for awhile.” He mutters lightheartedly, though you know deep down he’s being serious, no way is he going to win this, you think. You won’t have it, hopefully the next few pictures aren’t as difficult, Kal duty is not fun by any means.

“Shut up.” You grumble with a dismissive wave of your hand, though just teasing of course.

“Okay next image.” This time the blurred photo looks much more familiar, soon it clicks as to what the obscured blurriness actually is, yes!

“Got it! Anya’s er I guess Yennefer’s dress from the fight at Sodden.” Lauren giggles, zooming the image out to reveal Yennefer in her tasseled blue and purple dress from the battle at Sodden Hill. “I’m amazing I know.” You boast at Henry with a casual little bow in your seat.

“It’s the second question.” He deadpans, eyes crinkling in amusement as you shake your head at him.

“Pffff get outta here.” You mutter back, gently pushing his arm off of your chairs armrest and setting yours in its place while he gives you a fake shocked expression.

In turn you can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips, so instead of saying some sassy remark that would no doubt get a reaction out of him, you turn your attention back over to Lauren who’s looking over her notes again.

“Fantastic,” She says, glancing back up at you and Henry, “you’re both tied with one point each. Alright, anyone know what this is?” She asks showing something red and fuzzy, a bit of dirty skin showing from one corner but with The Witcher this bloody image could literally be anything.

The both of you squint, puzzled as to what this could be, “Y/N you got any ideas.” Wonders Henry, brows furrowed as his face contorts into deep concentrated thought.

Raising a brow, you hum, “If I knew I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles.

Lauren smiles, “Any guesses?”

 After a few concentrated moments, Henry shrugs in defeat,  “I’m stumped.” He admits as you study the image harder, mind racing to put the pieces together as to what the hell you’re looking at.

“No, I think I might know this....erm is it...me?” You wonder, voice raising in question, hoping to be correct about this or face the teasing of Henry.

Lauren quickly zooms out of the obscured image, “It is!” She says excitedly, revealing the picture of you from your characters debut in episode 2 where you save a girl from a werewolf, your mouth is covered in blood and so is most of your costumes chest area and left arm from the struggle. Not to mention the make-up teams fun 20 minutes of throwing fake sticky blood all over you to get the right look for the taxing scene.

You grimace a bit, “Oh god that was quite the day on set,” You recall with a half smile, “I was doing stunts all day covered in that red syrupy dye, I think it took a week to get out of my skin.”

Henry suddenly snorts with laughter, “Right! That reminds me, I thought Kal had gotten cut or something, it was just Y/N who had hugged him not realizing she still had some fake blood on her arm.”

“Jeez that’s right, I felt so bad, but I couldn’t stop laughing once we realized it was just me.”

Lauren grins, excited to hear some hidden information about little things that happens behind the scenes, “Oh wow that must have been a sight, alright Henry, Y/N’s taken the lead with a two to one score.” She says as you playfully nudge his strong shoulder. “Second to last image, what is this?”

Without missing a single beat Henry replies, “Jaskier.”

Squinting at the image you lean closer to the iPad, “How the hell do you see Jaskier?”

Smiling the interviewer zooms out to reveal the bards full outfit from the banquet scene, though he’s in the background of a fight between Geralt and some Cintran knights. “Right on!” She exclaims as you lean back into your seat dumbfounded, shoulder flush against Henry’s as he clutches your arm and squeezes it affectionately.

Ignoring his silent show of victory you shrug, “And they say he’s just another pretty face,” Earning a laugh from Lauren and some of the crew as you smirk at the camera, face them shifting to apologetic, “also I’m so sorry Joey you beautiful bastard apparently I’m blind. Uh, we don’t have to dwell on it, Lauren whatcha got?”

“You guys are both tied with two points each, last chance to win.” She replies before glancing down at her iPad, “Alright, what is this?” She asks, her iPad showing that of fuzzy bright colors, with a small corner smear of dull white that clearly wouldn’t make much sense to the untrained eye.

Smirking you glance at a puzzled Henry before sitting up in your seat, feeling rather good about yourself, “Would that happen to be, Hen in Stregobor’s illusion?” You answer with, though sounding a bit as a question considering you aren’t entirely confident as to what image this is.

Lauren’s brows raise in surprise, “Henry, looks like we have a winner. Y/N you are correct.” She beams, enlarging the image to reveal Geralt’s side profile as he talks to the old wizard while the background stays colorful and shrouded in various arrays of sunlight..

Shaking your fist victoriously in the air you give a couple enthusiastic whoop whoops while Henry simply takes it like a champ, “Have fun cleaning up Karl’s monster turds, cause this lucky lady doesn’t have to.” You boast as Henry and the crew laugh.

“Well that was something,” Beams Lauren, “I’m so glad to have chatted for a bit about your guys’ amazing new series, and maybe ended a relationship in the process.” She says jokingly as both you and Henry chuckle.

Patting his thigh affectionately, you smirk, “He’s a tough old bear, but yeah, it was awesome having you talk to us.”

“Yes, take care now.” Adds Henry while the interviewer Lauren stands, saying her goodbyes as she goes to exit the room.

The camera crew take a small break to adjust things and whatnot as you and Henry wait patiently for the next interviewer. He turns, an adorable smile pulling at his lips while you pretend to ignore his fiery gaze. “Well that went pretty well, minus the fact that I’m on Kal poop duty for a week...but uh...” He leans in close to you now, “I missed you all morning.”

Breaking out into a smile you raise a brow, “Boring without me huh?”

“Always.”

You casually shrug, “I figured as much. Don’t worry, we have a hotel all to ourselves tonight.” Your brows wiggle suggestively causing your blue eyed lover to shake his head with amusement.

“Say it louder next time.” He jokes.

Side eyeing the oblivious crew you begin to speak a couple octaves louder, “Henry I can’t wait to fu..” Suddenly his hand presses against your mouth before you’re able to call any attention to yourself. He gives you a warning look before slowly pulling his hand from your mouth.

You grin mischievously, “I wasn’t gonna say that...”

“Sure Y/N,” He mutters in your ear as a new interviewer walks into the room and finds their chair, “and I’m wasn’t going to make you scream tonight.”

Your brows raise in surprise and admittedly slight arousal at his choice of wording in this room of all places. Eyeing him up, face still showing surprise, you finally break out into a satisfied smirk. “You know what? I think you should consider changing your offer.”

He thinks deeply for a moment, though you know he’s only pretending to get you riled up, “Hrmm...maybe, possibly, should I? Should we? You are my co-star after all, that wouldn’t be very professional now would it Y/N?” He states with a shit eating grin, all done while the crew and interviewer get ready, minding their business and completely unaware to yourself and Henry’s teasing.

Scoffing playfully you lightly swat his arm, “We are way past being professional.”

He chuckles, looking from you to the rest of the room, “Oh, they have no idea.”

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This One Too

A/N:Guess who’s back y’all!?!? I know I said that he was back with Sunday Smut Concept #27…butt he’s even more back and even better. Here is the 3rd installment of Sneaking Around!! Enjoy🙃

You hadn’t been with Harry all day long. The last time you two spent any time together was last night (more like the early hours of the morning) when he came into the guest room where you were sleeping once your friend left out and went to bed. Your brief, but very much appreciated time together was spent talking through whispers, cuddling, sharing little kisses in the middle of your hushed conversation, and even some cockwarming in the process. The two of you were so happy to be with each other, even if it was for a short amount of time, and neither of you could wait until the little getaway Harry was planning for the both of you so that the two of you could finally be a little normal and go out. 

But unfortunately, all of that savored time together came to an end once you fell asleep. See the thing with sneaking around was the fact that you aren’t supposed to get caught. And knowing Harry, if he didn’t force himself off of, you he’d get you both caught. He wouldn’t be able to bring himself to leave you once the time came a couple hours later. So by not keeping his cock inside of you and his arms tightly wrapped around your body as he peacefully and comfortably slept behind you, but instead getting up and walking down the hall back to his room where he slept all alone despite his girlfriend being right down the hall, your relationship was able to continue on another day and fly below his daughter’s radar. 

But yeah, that was the only time you’d been that close to Harry all day long. When you woke up, you knew that he wouldn’t be next to you and that he’d be in his bed down the hall from you. Even though you knew why he did it and that he was just a shot distance away, you still missed him. As the day went on and you went about the day with Christine your mind was constantly on Harry. You just wanted to find him and be together, even if he was going work. Anything would suffice. Since Harry was working out of his home office, you’d see him a couple times throughout day and you two would be able to sneak a couple kisses or hug in here and there. You loved it when he’d quickly snatch you away to give you a tight hug while calling you his baby and telling you that he loved you so much. And when you guys were able to steal a couple kisses, you and Harry made sure to make the most of them. As you two sneakily and momentarily made out with each other, Harry’d pull you as close to him as humanly possible and just smear his lips onto yours. Like your mouth would be wide open to receive his tongue as the two of you quickly moved your mouths against each others. And as you two sloppily kissed each other, Harry’s hands were everywhere. They’d start their journey from the top down, starting at your face. Once you were directly in front of him he’d cup your cheeks and pull you closer to him before smearing his lips onto yours. He’d then make his way down to your throat where he’d choke you a bit so that you’d be forced to open your mouth which would in turn allow him to kiss you deeper. From there his large hands would migrate a bit lower to your chest where he’d fondle your clothed breasts a bit before lowering them down to your waist and to your backside  where he squeezed your supple flesh as he soaked in the last couple of seconds you two had left together. The little bursts of intimacy between you two only lasted for a minuet or less, sometimes five if you said that you were going to the bathroom, but they were definitely enough to get you both through the day.

Now while you were able to make it through the entire day without losing your mind, you were still in need of more. All you wanted was for Harry to fuck you so good that you were sore and filled to the brim with cum and then afterwards cuddle in bed with him while he called you his baby, princess, sweet girl, and everything else under the sun. That’s it; that’s literally all you wanted. And you were going to make Harry want it so that you could get it. 

Once the day turned into night, you and Christine had decided to do a couple of the at home spa treatments you two had been wanting to try while watching some movies on Netflix. After a couple hours of pampering yourselves and relaxing, the both of you figured that it was time to get some sleep since you guys had plans that required a bit of an early start. After helping Christine clean everything up and put it all away, you head out of her room. You were supposed to go next door and into the guest room, but instead you make your way down to the end of the hallway to Harry’s room. His door was a little cracked so you just push it open to step into his room. It’s only until you softly close the door behind you that he lifts his head from his pile of work to acknowledge your presence. 

“Hi baby, I have a lot of work to do so I can’t mess around tonight.” Harry informs with a slight pout painted on his face. From first glance, you could tell that he needed a bit of a break. He’d been working all day long and now he was working through the night on the pile of work that was spread across the bed in front of him. You hated when he was all tense and stressed out so you decide to take matters into your own hands. And since you already had the goal in mind of really being with Harry, you were laser focused. To make things worse, when you first saw Harry as you walked into his room, you couldn’t get enough of how he looked. He had on a pair of gray sweats, no shirt, his hair was a little bit of a wild pile of curls on top of his head, and he had on his glasses as he focused on his work. So in summary, Harry looked sexy as fuck and your pussy was realizing that. And you were trying to get a piece of him, or have him fuck you into pieces. Hopefully by the end of it all both would be checked off the list.

Now even though Harry said that he was busy, you weren’t taking busy for an answer. You simply walk up to the end of the bed before climbing up onto the bed and crawling towards Harry. While you make your way up towards your dilf of a boyfriend, you pluck the papers and folders up and out of your way. Once you’re up and close enough to him, your straddle one of Harry’s thighs and you bring your mouth into his neck. You then begin to leave kisses on the skin of his neck. As you do this your hand that was resting on his other shoulder begins to migrate down his chest. By now, Harry’s work was long forgotten. Even though he said that he was busy, he really didn’t mean it. When your hand makes it to the waistband of his sweats, you push two of your fingers inside and you drag them back forth, keeping them right below the waistband and not going any further. 

“Please daddy, spread me out not your work.” You mumble into the area below his ear. As you say this, your hand moves down slightly and right to his bulge. “And you can spread me out however you want.” You mewl into his ear. Once you say this, Harry is gone. He hastily shuts his laptop and pushes it along with his papers that were on his lap to the side, focusing every drop of his attention onto you. Harry then lifts you up slightly from his thigh and pushes you back onto the bed in front of him. From that point on, Harry is in full stress relief mode. Since you said that he could spread you however he wanted, he was going to do that, and offload some of that stress from work. Instead of wasting any time, Harry goes straight in. Before moving on top of you, he quickly shoves his sweats down to expose his hardening cock. His hands then come up to pull his glasses off; but you’re quick to stop him with that one. They just added something that you loved and but couldn’t explain. So keeping the glasses on, Harry lifts himself up to move on top of you. This is what you wanted! You wanted Harry to be naked and on top of you. And now he was, you were about to be as well. Harry was quick to push up your nightgown to expose your bare and glistening pussy. 

“No panties huh?” Harry points out through a chuckle. 

“Wanted t’be prepared.” You breathe out, lifting your arms in the process to allow for Harry to pull your satin nightgown up and off of your body. After tossing it behind you onto the floor, his eyes go straight to your naked body. Instinctively, his hands go straight for your chest and he cups your breasts in them. Even the slightest touch from him could make you go wild. Him simply fondling your breasts made you sink your teeth into your lower lip and slightly lift your hips up towards him.

“Think m’gonna take you from behind first.” Harry decides aloud as he continues to roll your now pebbled nipples between his forefinger and thumb. He then pulls both hands from your chest before proceeding to use them to flip you onto your front. You were so ready for him that he didn’t even have to pull your hips up and arch your back, you’d already taken care of that. “Looks like someones ready for daddy’s cock.” Harry hums amusedly from behind you, taking in not only how you positioned yourself, but also how wet you were for him. You were so wet that your juices had made their way all the way down to your puckered little princess hole. Wrapping one hand around his cock, Harry brings the other up to you and pushes his first two fingers up from the beginning of your cunt all the way up to your puckered entrance, circling them around your pussy before completing the languid movement. He then brings them both to his mouth and begins to suck on them as he lines his cock up with your entrance. When he feels your hole contract a little against the crown of him, he could wait any longer.

As he sheaths his cock between your walls the both of you are trying your absolute hardest to keep your moans down to a minimum. It just felt so good to be around each other like this again. You guys’ schedules had picked up significantly in the past couple of weeks so it was nice to have this time after a good while. Once he’s fully inside, Harry pulls his fingers from his mouth and brings them to your hips to which he gives you zero time to adjust. He just couldn’t help himself; he really needed to de stress. Harry continuously pistons his hips back and forth into you, slamming his cock into your cunt over and over again. As he deliciously slams into you from behind, you’re trying your hardest to subdue your moans. Like you were feeling so good right now it was unbelievable. Like he was literally blowing your back out. He was consistently and roughly slamming his cock into the depths of your pussy/stomach over and over again and it felt amazing. It felt so good that you were clinging onto the sheets for dear life and your moans were strangled as he took you. 

“Yeah baby is it good? Like daddy’s big hard cock fucking you?” Harry growls lowly behind you, absolutely entranced by who amazing your cunt felt. Like he was in heaven to say the least. Harry really needed this. He’d snuck in little moments with you throughout the day but he needed more. And after focusing and stressing over work, your pussy was his savior in that moment. With every thrust, as corny as it sounded, his stress and tension melted away. You felt so good that he couldn’t bare to pull out of you.

“So fucking good daddy.” You slur, lying your head agains the bed as you took his rough thrusts. That was the best he was going to get. His cock felt too good to be able to give coherent sentences. 

“Yeah my baby likes it nice and hard doesn’t she? Yeah you like me nice and deep, filling you up right baby.” Harry continues on behind you, not once letting up on his thrusts. 

“Mhm daddy.” You cry out to him. As he continues to thrust into your quaking pussy, you feel his thrusts become more staggered. So since you were you, even in a cock induced daze, you begin to push back onto him, meeting Harry halfway. 

When you do this, Harry really loses it. 

You were so obsessed with his cock fucking you that you’d do anything to keep it going. Watching you fuck yourself a bit was like adding lighter fluid to the flame that was already consuming the lover portion of his body. And by the way your walls were beginning to clench around him, the flame of your release was very close to consuming you. While you’re enjoying yourself on his cock, all of a sudden pulls out of you completely and without warning he flips you back into your original position. When he looks down to see your body shaking a little, Harry felt the pit of his stomach do a little backflip and his cock twitch a little. He then brings his hand down to your throbbing cunt and he spreads your pussy wide for him to get a better look. At least thats what you thought. But instead, Harry spreads your pussy and he pushes his cock back into you. He wishes that he had the ability to record this because this was a sight. His eyes were glued to your little cunt being surfed with his long, fat, and meaty cock. Your cunt was so tiny and it was taking his monster cock like a champ. To make it even better, you were all whiny and desperate for him to be inside of you while also whining about how big his cock was. As he disappears into you more, Harry gathers some of his saliva in his mouth and spits down onto where you both meet before pushing the rest of the way in. He then brings a hand to your waist and the other to your lower stomach before continuing his rough thrusts into you. 

As he hastily thrusts his cock into the depths of your body, your moans become a little bit louder and needier. Harry could hear, see, and feel just how close you were to the edge. And he planned on catapulting you both over. His cock was hitting all of the right places and you could feel him going so deep inside of you that you weren’t able to hold back. You let out the loudest moan of the entire night. It was so loud that Harry removes his hand from your waist and brings it up to your throat to choke you a little and quiet your moans down. He then uses the hands thats firmly planted on your lower stomach to slap the upper area of your pussy to tell you to be quiet. 

“Good girls take daddy’s cock quietly.” Harry grumbles, continuing his attack on your cunt.

“Gonna cum!” You whimper pitifully through his tight grip.

“Cum with daddy.” Harry grunts, feeling his own impending release beginning to wash over him. He sends one last thrust into your cunt before letting go. The both of you try your hardest to keep quiet as you both let go, it just felt too good to do so. Like your walls were pulsating as he spurted rope after rope of his perfect cum into your pussy. The both of you were dumbfounded at how good it felt to finally let go around each other.

Even though you’re still coming down from your release, Harry is coming down a bit faster. He leans down to wrap his arms around your body, keeping you close to his chest before lifting you both up and back down onto the bed. He lays straight back so that he doesn’t land on any papers and so that you’re still laying on top of him with his cock inside of you. 

“Can I stay a little longer? Miss you.” You whisper to him, still loopy from your release.

“Of course sweet girl! Take as much time as you need, I love you.” Harry whispers back, dragging his hands up and down your sides.

Even though you two weren’t able to fully relax into each other whenever you wanted, neither of you took these moments for granted.

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