#i can'T EVEN ENJOY SMUT IN MY OWN HOUSE THIS IS A PRISON

[dead-slander]

A night to remember

Little authors note: This is my first fanfiction I've wrote in years. Hope people enjoy this fanfiction as I might be a bit rusty haha. smut was always my strong suit as I'm a little perv so I figured my first post should be that :0

Summary: The group has just gotten to the prison, it's the first time anyone has felt safe in a long time. You and Daryl have been getting closer and closer. You end up sharing his tent and you both find out how much you enjoy each other's company.

Includes: dirty talk, fingering, oral, wet dream, unprotected sex and Daryl being a sexy ass mf

Word count: 2065

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It's been a while since the walkers had appeared. Your group have been trying to find somewhere to stay for months now. Luckily the group you're with has been stable throughout this time till you all found the prison.

During the time you had been going out and hunting with Daryl to help out the group as much as you could. He was shut off from the group for so long but due to Sophia on the farm. Carol had looking after him and making sure he was ok during the time. As you were around Carol a lot you were able to make a bond with Daryl.

Daryl ended up teaching you lots of different ways to hunt animals. How to survive out in the open. You would spend days together in the woods searching for food. You and Daryl were a dream pair, able to get a lot of resources and even laugh about the small things. Your glad you have been able to get to know him.

during the time you've spent together you started to adapt feeling for him. Daryl is very closed off to most people, but you have been able to see that he's a very sensitive individual. He cares a lot about the people around him, he just prefers to not show it.

Now you're in the prisons field around a large fire making whatever food you have been able to hunt down. Everyone is talking about how the prison is amazing. it's safe and secure its the walkers inside that will be an issue.

You look over towards Daryl eating his food like an animal. most people would find it unattractive, but the animalistic nature is just so luring, you can't help but stare. The way his arms flex every time he goes for a bite. How the fire makes them glow and you can see every muscle in his strong arms move.

While you're in your own head staring at his arms, he looks up at you. His eyes are piercing into yours as if he knows what you've been thinking. You quickly look away and try make it look like you were looking around the area. You saw a slight smirk appear on his face as you look away.

Suddenly your awkward thoughts are interrupted by ricks voice. "I say we sleep as soon as were all done. we should try clear out the walkers there and get inside the prison. It will be much warmer and safer then here" Everyone agrees and starts finishing up.

You and Daryl have slept side by side for a while now. When going out on runs it would be easier bringing minimal things so you could take back more. It's just become a habit sleeping next to one another even if it's separate sleeping bags. You both head to the tent and get settled down.

"You been staring at me a lot the last few days, is there something I've done for this to happen?" Daryle questions as your about to get in the sleeping bag. Without hesitation you replied, "you're starting to smell, I don't want to be in the same tent with no ventilation." You practically kicked yourself when you said that, why can't you just admit to him you like him. "I don't think that's the reason (Y/N), no need to lie to me." He said smirking and he got into his sleeping bag right next to you. "Whatever, no point in arguing with you." Daryle shrugged it off and started to go to sleep.

After a few mineuts of uncomfteble shifting you finally fell asleep.

You were in a house. You had food on the stove and had music playing on a radio nearby. The sun was shining through the window of the kitchen, everything was nicely painted. Suddenly you hear a knock at the door and hear "I'm back from work" As you turn towards the kitchen entrance. Daryl walks through the door holding a bag.

"I didn't realize you were going to cook today I bought dinner." He said as he lifted the bag up slightly. You smiled at him, "it's fine we can always have a mix of both and save the leftovers." Daryl placed the bag down on the floor and placed his hands on your hips. "You look really good in that apron (Y/N)" He paused for a second and looked you up and down. "Would look better with nothing on underneath though."

He then went down to kiss you and you gladly accepted. You placed your hands behind his neck to deepen the kiss. He then breaks the kiss and grabs your legs to hoist you on the counter. "What's gotten you so worked up today?" You smirk at the expression on his face. His eyes were blown out and desperate. "I've just missed you, working on the bikes is great, but not having you there is a struggle. Then I walk in an see you in this. How else am I meant to react?"

You giggled and pulled him into another kiss. He slowly started to kiss your neck leaving small love bites on your collarbones. His hands gripped your trousers and pulled them down in one swift motion. Daryl then pulled your panties off and crouched down. Daryl had his face level to you pussy. "You've always been so good to me; I need to show you how much I appreciate you." he dove his face between your legs and started giving small kitten licks to your cunt.

Your fingers wove into his hair and started grabbing it so he would go harder. Daryal started giving long licks up and down your cunt avoiding the one place you wanted it. "Daryl please stop teasing me, I really need it!" You whined hoping he would do more. "Are you that desperate, doesn't sound like you want me to do any more than this. "Daryl, I swear to god, please don't stop. Keep going please."

After that he stated to suck on your clit, you let out a loud moan and he started to lick your clit faster than before. He put his fingers inside your cunt and moved them with a natural skill. A coil in your stomach started to tighten as you were getting close. "Come on sweet pea, cum for me" Just as you were about to reach your high you woke up.

You were covered in sweat and saw Daryl looking at you with a smirk on his face. "Well, I didn't realize you liked me that much sunshine." You immediately covered you face in embarrassment, just as you were going to stand up Daryl grabbed your arm. "I don't exactly know what you were dreaming about, but we can make it a reality?" He questioned with lust filled eyes.

You accepted his offer; he pulled you in closer towards him and you could feel how hard he was. "You can say no if you don't want to" You nodded your head, "I want a verbal answer (Y/N)" you looked at his stupid smile "Please Daryl, I really want to."

He pulled you into a rough kiss and pushed his tongue into your mouth. You gladly accepted and thought for dominance. His hands started to travel to your shoulders and then down to your chest giving them a gentle squeeze. He was being super gentle you, as if he squeezed too hard you would break. You moaned into the kiss and he squeezed a bit harder. You grabbed onto his broad shoulders and his hands traveled down you waste and gave you ass a squeeze.

You hands made their way down to his crotch rubbing his clothed cock softly. His breath hitched and he grabbed you ass harder. You started to take off his trousers and rubbed him over his boxers. He started to remove your shirt and your bra straight after. He kissed from your jaw to your chest and started to suck your nipples. You moaned at the feeling of his teeth grazing over slowly.

You finally grabbed his cock and realized how hard he really was. He removed his mouth as you started rubbing his length harder and started panting into your chest. You squeezed him a bit and rubbed up and down his length. You slowly got up from your spot and made your way down his stomach. You left small kisses on his hip bones and grabbed onto his boxers and pulled them down. Your eyes widened at the size of him, you got slightly scared that it wouldn't fit.

You heard a small chuckle from him as you looked up at him. "Don't worry sunshine I'll make it fit nice and easy." He smirked down at your expression. Just for that you slowly started to lick up his length teasing him with your eyes as you do so. You slowly place him into your mouth and start slowly bobbing your head. Daryl grunts grips your hair to try get you to move faster. Your hands reached down to play with his balls. As you look up into his eyes you can see a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his hair is sticking to it. Daryl pulls your hair a bit harder to pull you off.

All of a sudden get you get flipped over onto your back. He starts to rub your clit with his cock. He slowly drags it down to the entrance and starts pushing it inside. There's slight sting and you can feel tears prick your eyes. Daryl bends down to kiss your cheek and pleasure starts to numb the pain. He continues to push inside of you until he's fully inside of you. Daryl looks into your eyes with slight desperation, asking you if he can move. You start rolling your hips from underneath telling him its ok to thrust.

He finally starts thrusting slowly into you. Your legs wrap around him, making him move faster. Sweat forms on both of your bodies due to the heat of the situation. The tent if filled with his grunting and panting. Daryl realizes he's making noise and puts his head in the crook of your neck to muffle any moans, his hand goes down to your clit and starts to rub it in circles quickly. You moan loud at the rough feeling of his hands against your sensitive clit. "Daryl I-I think I-I'm getting close."

"Finish on my cock bunny, you know you want to" The nickname caused butterflies to form in your stomach and the coil to become even tighter. Just as you feel the coil snap Daryl rapidly thrusts into you. He places a hand over your mouth in the hopes it will make you a bit quieter. Just as the overstimulation was becoming too much he pulls out and finishes on your stomach.

He collapsed into you and the both of you couldn't help but chuckle from exhaustion. After a minuet or two he got up and grabbed a small rag from his bag and started to wipe you down. Daryl went beside you and pulled you into his chest.

"Daryl?" You asked as you looked up at him with doe like eyes. He looked at you with a raised brow "Is everything alright sunshine?" He asked with slight worry in his eyes thinking you thought this was a mistake. "This isn't a onetime thing, is it?" You asked as your eyes went glossy. He pulled you into a tight embrace "No, I would like to stay like this, just us." He went silent and looked up. "Unless you want it to be a onetime thing."

You broke away from the embrace and looked at him "Daryl, I want to keep doing this. I want more then to have sex; I've liked you for a while. I've never been sure if you liked me the same way." You looked down embarrassed at your confession and he sat up. He grabbed you face and looked into your eyes, "I've liked you for a long time (Y/N)"

He gently pulled you into a soft kiss. After a bit you time you both pulled away and smiled. He laid down once again and pat his chest, inviting you to cuddle into him. With that you both slowly drifted off to sleep.

#daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon #smut #the walking dead #twd #twd smut

[mrsnegan]

I love your fics. They are so awesome. You are an amazing writer. The way you write Negan. Hot damn!!

I was just wondering if it would be possible to have a part 2 of the prison negan x reader one.

That was hooooottt! Now I need her to get the keys or Negan gets out and instead of leaving he decides “nope I need to screw my ray of sunshine for real 😂”.

[Thank you so much for your praise! 🥰 I'm always so happy about feedback like this. And of course, it was my pleasure to write another part as I also enjoyed writing the first one. 💛]

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, oral sex (f and m receiving), rough sex, fluff

Part 1

Two weeks passed. Two weeks in which you couldn't visit Negan the way you wanted to. Two weeks which consisted of lustful looks and gestures too innocent for your taste. You wanted to be alone with him again, to be near him, without the damn bars. It was torture of sorts, you could also see it in his gaze whenever you brought him his meals. But time was cut short for the both of you, no night shifts or other duties for you to sneak down to Negan.

Being horny was an understatement by the thirteenth day, the amount of times you had touched yourself to your blurry memory of getting yourself off in front of him, his seed running down your fingers after he came in your hand, it was madness. Never before did you lust after a man so obsessively, it wasn't even funny anymore. And morally ambiguous, since Negan was still a prisoner, someone who was hated by most of Alexandria's people.

Sighing, you cleaned your plate, letting it dry next to the sink. It was already dark outside, the weather an unpleasant mix of rain and wind. Too cold outside to enjoy a nice glass of wine on your front porch. Wine, another one of those luxurious things you found in your basement. Whoever stored it there, you thanked them lots of times for a bit of normality in those God-forsaken times. So you let yourself sink into your sofa instead, the glass of wine in your hand. The blood red liquid looked absolutely stunning, a real treat, and just when your lips touched the rim of your glass, a knock on your door disturbed your inner peace.

You put down your glass, rolling your eyes dramatically before you got up and opened the door.

The shock plain on your face, you nearly tripped over your own feet.

"Hey doll." His mischievous grin made his dimples more prominent while he leaned casually at your door frame, in the pouring rain, as if he didn't escape his damn cell.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Are you crazy?", you whispered perplexed, pulling him into your house. You closed the door and locked it immediately, looking him up and down.

He was dripping onto the floor, his clothes clinging to his lean body, shivering slightly.

"I didn't escape if that's what you're thinking. Well, I sort of did, but just because Gabbey left the cell unlocked, don't ask me why, he just closed the cell door behind him without locking the fucking thing. Must be stressed, our holy priest."

With your mouth slightly agape (because of the shock or him, the object of your wet dreams, in front of you, you couldn't tell), you stared at him.

"Yeah, great to see you too", he mumbled.

You shook your head in disbelieve, slowly regaining your senses.

"You can't stay, Negan. They will notice you're gone and..."

He shut you up with a surprising kiss, fast as lightning he was right in front of you, his wet hands in your hair.

When he let go, your breathing matched his own.

"I ain't going anywhere. And when I'm done with you, I will return to this fucking cell, like the good 'lil prisoner I am", he whispered into your ear, nibbling at your ear lope.

"I need you, Y/N, badly. I need to screw my ray of sunshine and this opportunity? It presented itself on a golden plate, I just couldn’t let it slip away."

You moaned lightly when his lips left little kisses along your neck.

"God, I missed your smell. And I sure as shit longed for your lips", he whispered against your skin, meeting your lips in another, heated kiss. You kissed him back, relishing in the feel of his lips against yours, the taste of him, his talented tongue battling with yours. Whimper after whimper escaped you, your body betraying your mind, pressing itself against Negan's wet form. You wanted him badly as well, needed him as much as you needed air to breath. With nimble fingers, you helped him out of his shirt, your kiss broken only to pull it over his head. His chest was revealed to your hungry eyes, taking in his tattoos and form.

"Yeah, I know, I haven't been working out lately, so -"

You stopped his babbling with a single finger to his lips which descended down his neck and chest.

"You're absolutely hot, don't ever think anything less about yourself. And maybe I shouldn't have said that because of your big ass ego, but fuck it, you're handsome as hell."

"Damn doll, thank you, I guess. But you're a whole new level, even with your clothes on."

You blushed slightly, maybe because of the compliment, maybe because of all your naughty thoughts running through your head.

Your finger traveled down further, stopping at the button of his jeans.

"I want to taste you", you whispered, looking up into his eyes.

His audible grown and lust-blown pupils were everything you needed to know before your dropped to your knees. Still in front of your door, you made Negan lean against it slightly while you got rid of his jeans.

"Don't you wanna move to your...oh shit."

Your hand stroked his length through his briefs, stopping him mid-sentence.

"Later", you mumbled, before you pulled down his underwear too, being greeted by his beautiful cock.

Negan couldn't suppress the groan when your hand stroked him slowly at first, then you took his tip into your mouth, tasting him for the first time. Your own moan vibrated around him, driving him mad in an instant. His hands were in your hair again in no time, clinging to you desperately while you bobbed your head in a nice rhythm.

"Fuck, so good", you heard above you, the praise traveling right to your already drenched panties. This was a dream coming true for you, gladly pleasuring him with your mouth.

For a while, his moans and your slurping sounds were the only thing disturbing the silence in your house. Your mouth took more and more of him and when he reached the back of your throat, making you gag slightly, he pulled away, panting heavily.

"I nearly came down your throat, doll, I don't wanna finish just yet", he explained while he helped you up.

"Sit down on the sofa for me", he ordered gently, so you did as you were told.

He followed you, stepping out of his jeans and underwear before he slipped off his shoes to join you on the plush furniture.

"Damn, that's soft. But I bet your pussy feels even softer when it's wrapped around my cock."

His dirty talk turned you on so much, making you strip out of your clothes as fast as possible, so you sat beside him in your underwear.

"Take that bra off too, please", he requested breathlessly while his eyes took in every inch of skin you revealed to him.

You did as he said, freeing your breasts to his gaze.

There wasn't enough time for you to pull down your panties too, he was on you in an instant, pressing kisses along your neck down to your breasts so you had to lay back.

His wet hair left small drops of water on your skin and when his lips closed around one of your nipples, your chest arched forward.

Negan peppered your breasts with little licks and bites, toying with them with his hands too, pinching your nipples between his fingers. "I missed a nice pair of tits so damn much. And yours are something else."

His hands wandered down your body some moments later, pulling down your underwear in the process.

He spread your legs either side of him, so your center was directly in his line of view.

"Holy Mother of fuck", he cursed, transfixed by your wet pussy in front of him. The finger of his right hand ghosted over your folds, circling your clit lightly, and even such a small gesture made you a trembling mess.

"You're as needy for this as I am, aren't you? How many times have you thought about this? Because I have cum every single evening imagining this pretty pussy instead of my hand."

"Fuck Negan, I...I have fantasized a lot about you too. I need you", you confess, biting your lip at the thought of him wanting you as desperately as you wanted him too.

He grinned at you, dipping his head down to kiss your lower belly, then moving downwards. As his mouth reached your center, you screamed out of pleasure, hands anchoring yourself in his hair. You didn't bother him still being wet and a bit cold from the rain, your senses were clouded by his talented hands and tongue, initiating a fire wherever he touched you.

He feasted on your cunt like a starving man, his ministrations turning from gently to fully invested in his task, bringing you closer and closer to your release. Two of his fingers expertly entered you, pumping in a steady pace while he sucked at your clit. You broke moaning his name, your body shaking from the pleasure he was gifting you. Everything around you turned white while he didn't stop fucking you through the high, little tremors being the result of your over-sensitive body.

"Damn doll, there's nothing hotter than you screaming my name. Fuck, such a delicious 'lil pussy."

Suddenly Negan was above you, staring right down at your sweating form, his cock in hand, pressing it against your entrance. You met his eyes when he entered you in one swift motion, the stretch almost too much.

The next groan out of your mouth he collected within his, kissing you passionately while moving slowly inside of you. You tasted yourself on his tongue, the flavor not as bad as you might have thought.

"Fuck, you feel so good, so tight", he praised, his body covering yours while pumping with more force.

There were no words you could have said to him in response, even if you wanted to tell him how long you had waited for this moment, how often you had longed for him inside of you. The feeling itself, of being so full by him, drove you insane.

He fucked you with long, forceful strokes, reaching all the right spots. The moans spilling from you drowned out any other sounds around you, you didn't register the slapping of your skin or his own whimpers, it all focused on the rapidly building pleasure inside of you.

"Are you going to cum again for me?" Negan questioned, barely reaching you through the fog of your desire.

You nodded absently, your eyes rolling back while you practically clung to his body.

He sped up, fucking you harder and harder, his pelvis grinding just right against your clit and you came wailing beneath him. Your walls gripped him so tightly that your orgasm triggered his own. He barely had any time to pull out and spill on your lower abdomen, some of his seed landing on your sodden folds, painting you with his release.

Long minutes of helpless pants and gasps followed in which he tried not to collapse on your body and crush you. But you had other plans when you came to your senses again, pressing his now sweating body against your chest. The weight of him felt like a heavy blanket, comfortable and secure, a real haven in those crazy times. Your heartbeat was still going fast while you nuzzled your nose against his damp hair.

"Thank you", you murmured, hands gently ghosting over the skin of his back.

He lifted his weight off of you, shifting so you could lay on his chest, cuddling against him instantly.

"No need to thank me, doll, I have to thank you. This was fucking amazing, you felt so damn nice", Negan answered you, his deep voice calm and soothing.

"Do you think you could stay a bit longer?", you asked him after a while, looking up into his warm eyes.

"As long as it's still dark and I can sneak back, I think I can stay some more hours. Let's hope nobody's checking in on me in the meantime."

He pressed a kiss to your temple, gently pushing your head back down against his chest.

"Hopefully. I would be very mad if someone robbs me of round two."

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#negan #negan x reader #negan smut #negan x you #jeffrey dean morgan

[littlegodzilla]

Howl TWD AU Daryl DixonxOFC 5/15 +18

Hi! Here I come with the next part!

I hope you enjoy it!

As always sorry for my english, it isn't my first language.

Howl.

Daryl Dixon x OFC.

Warnings(For the all series); AU. M, Smut, +18, hurt/comfrot, blood, ABO references, Knot thing, a lot of references about werewolves mixed with my own imagination.

Warnings chapter: Violence. Bad language. Blood. Death. Gore. Hurt/Comfot. Nude.

Outside Narrator.

Words: 4200.

N/A: Yes, I know, I use Woodbury a lot in my stories, but Seasons 2 and 3 are my favorites and they can’t live in a prison…. Woodbury is the closest thing… and yes, Rick and Michonne are together because I love them and I miss them a lot, sorry if someone is unhappy about this.

N/A: The story will be published every Friday.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @pncnsc @purple-serenity @twdeadfanfic

Part 5.

This is absurd, he’s confined in his own house, locked in his own room unable to move from his bed. He hears the two women moving around his house making so much noise that he can't even rest, but every time he tries to get out, Carol forces him back into bed. He grunts pulling his pillow over his head.

Fuck, he isn’t a kid.

Carol has arrived shortly after Daryl has left Ixeia alone again, a coffee has been made and the white haired woman has entered the cabin from the office with a small smile on her lips. Ixeia's question was still ringing in the Ranger's ears and made him uncomfortable, forcing himself to lower his head, avoiding her gaze.

"Rick told me what happened last night." She greets him by walking up to him, brushing against the hunter's bandaged arm and grimaces, still feeling the skin uncomfortable at the contact. "Are you okay?"

"'M fine..." he murmurs removing him arm from her best friend's hands and the woman frowns slightly. "Told ya it would be dangerous for us if she stayed."

"More dangerous would have been if she hadn't been. Now you and Rick could be dead." She defends her and Daryl mumbles through his teeth.

"If she hadn't been, they wouldn't have come..." Though that he can't say for sure, but still, he would have defended his people.

"You don't know that." She defends the she-wolf again and he sighs. "I'm glad you're okay, Daryl, Rick gave me quite a scare when he told me you had been attacked, I thought..."

"It wasn't that bad Carol, calm down, the clothes blocked the teeth and she attacked them before they actually bit me." He shrugs lying to his friend, he knows he has to do it so she doesn't worry again. "I can handle my work, I dunno need a babysitter," He says.

"No way, you're going to stay here in your room and rest, then I'll come change your bandages if you want."

"No need..." He insists, if she sees that his wounds are healed, the fright will be even greater.

So there he is, lying in bed watching the hours go by with absolutely no power. His ears alert him when he hears the bedroom door open. He removes the pillow from his head to see Ixeia standing by the door, she has a tray with her, some bandages and a bottle of alcohol to disinfect his wounds. He sighs scratching his forehead with his thumb. Daryl sits up on the bed leaning his back against the back of the bed gesturing with his head for her to come in. She carefully closes the door behind her and walks over to the table the Ranger has there and sets the tray on top.

"I know you don't need me to change your bandages, but Carol has insisted..." She mutters taking the bandages in her hands, fidgeting nervously. Daryl clicks his tongue in annoyance, but nods his head allowing the young woman to approach him.

"That woman’s incapable listenin’ to me." He mutters under his breath watching as the she-wolf smiles at that, she walks over to the bed carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. She holds the hunter's leg and begins to unwrap the bandage from his leg.

"Ezekiel is vulnerable to her commands too." She jokes holding Daryl's leg resting it on her lap slowly observing the obvious denticles of the wolves from last night. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier...I didn't mean to..."

"It ain’t matter. She's my best friend, that ain’t gonna change ‘cause ya asked a question ‘bout our past. We both know where we stand and our feelings have changed over time. She's happy with Ezekiel and I'm happy for them." He shrugs, his eyes fixed on the fingers of the young woman who caresses his skin gently, watching the wounds continue to close, slowly. His skin goes goosebumps at her touch, her warm skin brushing against his now more sensitive one.

"You're healing well, you'll still need to rest for a couple of days." She gives him a sidelong glance and Daryl smirks, the alcohol on his wounds making him hiss through his teeth, but she holds him carefully as she bandages him again.

"I gotta ninety-six years more experience than ya, I think I know when I can or can't move."

"You've been attacked by two young wolves, your ninety-six years of experience maybe are a weakness to your recovery. The older we get, more it counts to recover, especially..." Hush looking sideways at him, Daryl frowns.

"Say it." He growls through gritted teeth and she looks down, uncomfortable.

"Especially to a Metis..." She says quietly feeling intimidated by his stare.

"What would a pup like ya know about what a Metis can or can't do?" he hisses through his teeth letting out a growl from his throat and she groans low at the low tone of his voice. She shakes her head trying to ignore the conversation, continue to check his wounds. She grabs his hand to remove the bandages from his arm. Daryl closes his hand over hers, the she-wolf startles looking sideways at him, the hunter's gaze still fixed on her, scowling. "Ya still dunno realize it’s all yer fault?"

"I... I don't want to leave..." She mutters undoing the bandage on his arm.

"If ya leave, that pack would leave with ya, they've only come for ya, they ain’t gonna leave until ya leave with them."

"It isn’t my pack, I joined their trail because I needed to leave where I was, but I never wanted to stay with them."

"Then why are they lookin’ for ya?"

"Because their leader wanted me to be his Omega and... and I said no, I guess he still wants me to be his mate..." She confesses feeling her cheeks redden violently and Daryl snaps derisively.

"So that's it, a lovers' quarrel." He says mockingly.

"It's not... I'm not attached to him, I never accepted him... They chased me and attacked me, then Carol found me and... you know the rest..."

"And what do ya expect to get here, me claimin’ ya? That ain’t gonna happen. ‘M a Metis, remember?" His voice is laced with acid irony and she senses disappointment and embarrassment.

"I'm not looking for anything, just a place to stay, a place to belong, like you..."

"Endangerin’ all its inhabitants in the process?"

"No..." She whispers, the door to the room opens, Carol peeks through it with a soft smile. Ixeia holds Daryl's arm to cover his wounds discovering old burnt skin marks on his fingers, she frowns slightly looking at him. "Silver?" She asks quietly, though she knows Carol is there.

"Yes, as I told ya before. I'm quite a bit more experienced than ya." He doesn't repeat the age, of course, in front of Carol it might cause a shock to the woman.

"Is everything all right? I hope this sourpuss is behaving himself." Carol jokes entering the room, looking at the arm the she-wolf is already wrapping with clean bandages and she smiles nodding.

"Yeah, he's a good patient, he barks a lot, but he doesn't bite." She tries to joke seeing a sly smile mark on his mouth.

"I wouldn't get too close, just in case." Jokes the man and feels the young woman's scent shoot up and her whole body shakes. Daryl's hand closes tighter over hers feeling his own instinct overflow. "Have ya two had enough of goin’ around my house? Are ya gonna leave me alone now?" he growls hoarsely and throat clears trying to control himself. Carol shrugs but nods her head.

"If you don't need anything more, we're going home now and we'll be back tomorrow to take care of the office."

"I've already told ya that ain’t necessary." She rolls her eyes with some boredom. "I'll feel better tomorrow, I dunno need a babysitter."

"As you say, come on Ixeia, we have to run some errands for Ezekiel and get back home." The young woman nods her head getting up from the bed, letting him lie back down. Carol walks over to him and kisses him lovingly on the forehead, the man smiles at the gesture and settles in putting his good arm under his head.

Ixeia watches them silently from the bedroom doorway, she can feel the bond between them and feels jealous of it, but she has no right, the man doesn't belong to her and she has a family that adores and loves her. One last look connects with Daryl's who only responds with a low growl before the door closes.

Carol says nothing for a few minutes on the way home. Ixeia carries the bags Carol has needed to buy for Ezekiel, the she-wolf is very quiet, normally Carol enjoys a nice conversation with the young woman, knowing what she has done during the day or when she asks her things about Daryl, which has always caught the Carol’s attention, but now the she-wolf says nothing, she simply walks beside her with her gaze fixed on the ground and a sad gesture.

"Are you okay? Are you sure Daryl hasn't opened his mouth again when he shouldn't have?"

"No... In fact, I've been the one asking questions I shouldn't have..." She mutters feeling her cheeks redden again.

"Wow, don't worry about that, Daryl is usually easily offended, not just because you said something uncomfortable, but because he doesn't tolerate talking too much, you know, that feelings thing he doesn't handle well."

"No, no...I don't..." She tries to defend him, but she knows that in front of Carol it's impossible, the gray-haired woman knows much more than she always says at first.

Carol isn’t an idiot, she has seen the clear interest that the young woman has always presented towards the ranger, it has never been a secret, everyone knows that Ixeia has a particular interest in Daryl, but some have stopped giving it importance after so many rejections by the older one, however Carol is convinced that there is something else. She can't say for sure that her best friend has feelings for the young girl, he has always been completely opposed to that idea, but there is something that binds them together somehow.

"Daryl's never been good with it, but neither have you, you're as transparent as glass, young lady." She jokes and the young woman feels her face burn. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, I'm sure Daryl could be your father, a very young one, but otherwise, there's nothing wrong with how you feel..."

"Daryl still loves you..." She blurts out without being aware of her own words and Carol pauses only to laugh so hard that even the she-wolf is offended by her laughter.

"Oh, you're so innocent, did Daryl really cheat you out of it? I'm going to have a serious talk with him." She laughs again and the she-wolf is tremendously confused right now. "Daryl and I have been through a lot, it's true, but our feelings have never crossed the boundary of a good friendship." She shrugs and the young wolf stays quiet, she frowns because she doesn't believe that Daryl lied to her about Carol and himself, there's something more to it all, she's sure of it.

Without another word from either of them, they continue on their way home. There Henry helps Ixeya to keep her mind always active, to learn new things, he even instructs her in some basic mathematics and a bit of human history, which is not really important for her, to defend herself in the world, but it is always good to broaden one's knowledge. Nevertheless the young girl's mind keeps turning over and over again.

Maybe it's true, maybe Daryl has only tricked her to stop insisting, maybe they never got to love each other that way, maybe they did, but as Daryl told her, their feelings had changed over time and it had simply all turned into a much stronger friendship, or maybe the man had been so scared that he could hurt her friend that he hadn't even confessed his feelings for her, he simply accepted that another man conquered her heart by accepting the position as best friend, like a brother.

Something tightens in her chest and she whimpers low unconsciously, Henry looks at her worriedly, but says nothing as the she-wolf hasn't even noticed that she has caught his attention. Her own distress is taking over in her mind. She sighs heavily and rests her head on the table. Henry decides not to insist on the class and continues to prepare his own exercises for school.

Daryl is startled that night when he senses a presence in the woods. He gets up from his chair in the office, perhaps Carol and Ixeia have been struggling to get their work done that afternoon, but Daryl has his own mechanism for getting things done and seeing everything jumbled on his desk is giving him an ulcer more dangerous than his wounds. Carefully he leaves the office discovering Ixeia outside, she hugs herself and looks nervous.

"What are ya doin’ here? I told ya I dunno need a babysitter."

"You never told her how you felt about her..." Is all she responds and Daryl purses his lips together needing a moment to figure out what the hell she's talking about.

"I told ya I was late, what's this ‘bout now?"

"Carol doesn't know...she thinks that..." And the she-wolf suddenly starts crying and Daryl doesn't understand what's going through her head. “You never told her… You just… gave up.”

"Why do ya care? 's my life, ya just got here, what makes ya think ya can come and fix my life?" He advances a few steps towards her feeling his leg a little sore from the movement.

"Because... because you're a Metis do you think you have to be unhappy?"

"I ain’t unhappy." He growls when he reaches her. "I choose how I live, I always did, ya should start worryin’ about yerself instead of meddlin’ in other people's lives."

"No..." She sobs shaking her head, Daryl frowns harder and clenches his fists.

"Stop it, fuck! stop it now!" He growls louder and she snarls back, for a moment the man is surprised, but his instinct acts before his conscience. A threat escapes his mouth with a hoarse sound born again from his throat and she answers again, her eyes flash challenging him.

There is a moment of silence, the two still studying each other carefully, the threat clear in the growls stuck in their throats, but there is something else. There is a clear signal between them, they have noticed that aren’t alone anymore. The little argument has attracted the attention of unwanted people and they both feel them start to surround them.

They quickly turn and block the wolves that are lunging at them, throwing them away from their position. Instinctively Daryl and Ixeia join their backs to watch their surroundings. Growls are heard all around them, again a pair of wolves rush at them from the darkness of the forest. They attack their limbs, bite and scratch, but they don't really seem to want to hurt them, they are just keeping them there, equally the two fight against them, based on punches, kicks and some roaring to keep them away, their attackers run from the darkness of the forest to get them like bullets, it is the strategy they are following to try to mislead the pair, but neither of them gives in. Ixeia roars violently and the wolves bark away.

Daryl has his hands resting on his knees with his breath hitching, both of their bodies ache all over, they have knocked their opponents down time and time again, but these have managed to wound them on occasion and Daryl still feels weak from his previous fight. The young she-wolf is still alert, there's something she doesn't like about it all.

"There were only two of them... Where are the others?" She asks the air and a howl far away from the hut gives them both goosebumps.

"The village..." Gasps Daryl.

The two freeze in their position, no, it can't be. Ixeia knows them, they wouldn't attack an entire village just to get her attention, just to get her back. A growl beside her alerts her and she turns in fright.

"Oh shit, Daryl, not now." She panics seeing the man convulse.

Daryl can't handle it. The pain throughout his body is too much, the wounds, the exhaustion, everything is overtaking him, taking control of his actions. His body vibrates violently and he grits his teeth hard, the sound coming out of his throat more and more guttural, more animalistic. His instinct is taking over his mind. Fear is invading his judgment and anger powers his animal nature.

"Daryl!" Ixeia calls out to him running towards him to stop him. The Ranger's jaw unhinges into a cruel and deformed grimace.

It's too late though; Daryl's body suddenly stretches, sharply and violently, all his bones crunching at once, the snapping sound as it breaks echoing throughout the darkness of the forest. Daryl howls in pain, his arm increasing in size and strength as he shoots it towards the young she-wolf who is thrown into a tree, crashing into it. She whimpers in pain and lies in shock on the ground for a few seconds. Daryl adopts an imperfect hybrid form, his powerful paws barely hold him, his body lacks animal hair, barely a poor furr covers him, his arms are so long that they almost touch the ground with their knuckles, his head hasn’t transformed into a full wolf, rather he still has human features, just his snout has lengthened and his teeth have become long and deadly fangs. Pain runs through his entire body, cowering in on himself he tries to bring human consciousness back to him, but he knows he’s lost. His body jerks once more, his bones creaking painfully again, the hybrid stands up on his paws and lets out another howl before breaking into a run in the direction of the village.

"Shit, Daryl!" Ixeia calls out to him but she knows it's useless, now the man is blinded by his instinct, like Metis he is unable to control his hybrid form, he is totally wild and dangerous, with luck his instinct will command him to attack those who are after his people, but she can't be sure about that either.

When she feels her head stop spinning she takes her wolf form and runs after the Metis to try to stop him.

He is tremendously fast, with his light body and long limbs he has reached the village in mere minutes, Ixeia is horrified, she follows a trail of blood and fur around the farms that are close to the forest line, the hybrid has run towards the Greene family farm and when she gets there she finds a scene that twists her stomach.

Several of her former littermates are there, torn apart, killed by a transient madness, she discovers the bodies split in half, their backs torn by a claw, some thrown so hard against trees or the walls of the Greene farm that they have broken their spines and now can’t walk properly. Ixeia runs to the aid of those still alive, pulling them away from the wrath of the Metis, hides them and asks them to get away from there. She hears a new howl and she too transforms into her hybrid form. She can't let Daryl go through with this massacre, she knows the man won't forgive himself when he comes to his senses.

Her companion growls low and she looks at him out of the corner of her eye, another one has gone for him, with eyes full of horror and fear he takes his friend and they walk away towards the forest. Ixeia takes advantage of seeing Daryl running after them to intercept him on the road.

She smashes him to the ground and roars, the Metis doesn’t respond to her threat, his claws scratch the young woman's face, he tries to squeeze her neck to suffocate her, but she moves and hits him with her fist in the face. Daryl roars and pushes her away from his body with his hind legs. Ixeia rolls along the ground of one of the Greene family fences, the cows have run away with all the commotion, scared to death by the wolves and the hybrid. She stops Daryl's jaws as he lunges for her again, using all her strength she forces him back to the ground and slams her fist into his face again, her intention is to knock him unconscious, that way maybe his human consciousness will return and his body will return to its human form on its own. But she's not sure either.

Daryl claws at her back, digging his claws so deep that blood stains the young woman's fur, who howls in pain. He grabs her head and bites her shoulder viciously, trying to make her strength diminish. The madness of the Metis seems to increase as it feels at a disadvantage with the young girl. There are many more blows, many more bites, scratches, wild roars that are interspersed with the collision of their bodies.

The Ranger breaks one of the she-wolf's legs with a sharp kick, she falls to the ground with a shriek of pain, but she doesn't fall alone, she holds her opponent's ankles and forces him to fall as well, biting his skin again, this time biting his neck, blood filling his mouth, the hybrid rolling between pain and despair under his body. Once again, ignoring his pain, he raises his fist and strikes Daryl's face and then something seems to change. Suddenly the Metis gasps and stops struggling, possibly from the great loss of blood. Ixeya moves a little away from him, dragging her sore body, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, still alert in case she has to attack again. Daryl tries to get into his skin, growls and shows his teeth as a threat, but he cannot. His body convulses and slowly his size decreases until he becomes a human body again. Ixeia closes her eyes for a second mentally thanking whatever it is that Daryl has stopped. Badly wounded she approaches him, her huge claws caress the man's scarred back, he looks up not without difficulty. There is a lot of blood, not only on him or her, all around him is all the evidence of what Daryl has done. The man lowers his head, feeling devastated. Ixeia hears the door to the Greene house open. She quickly grabs Daryl in her arms, hiding his body with her own and runs back out into the woods.

Hershel has to warn Rick and the others when he discovers the bleak sight of their farm that night. Otis takes Maggie and Beth back inside the house so they don't see it all. It is disgusting and grotesque, in front of the door of the house is a wolf torn in half, torn apart, not far away another one has its jaw snapped, ripped off, against a tree, pierced by a thick branch, a young man who looks somewhere between a wolf and a human, he couldn't even change form to run away. Rick appears there with Shane and Ezekiel, they all need a moment to process what they are seeing before they get to work cleaning up all that horror. Carol looks around for the body of her young she-wolf, but it's nowhere to be found, and in a way, she's relieved.

"Where is Ixeia?" she asks looking at her companions.

"I saw her running into the forest." Hershel says. "I think she was running after... whatever did this..."

"Okay..." She whispers, but she's not sure if that's a good thing.

Not far away, the she-wolf has regained her human form, she is curled up on an unmade bed, her body is full of blood and wounds, she trembles still recovering from the horror she has faced, regaining strength after her confrontation against the hybrid, she caresses with utmost love and care the hair of the man curled against her, his hair completely wet in sweat and blood, his head resting on her bare belly, one of his hands clinging so tightly to her waist that it will leave one more soft mark. Daryl's body can't stop shaking, his whole being screams out in pain, in rage, in frustration. His bones ache, his torn muscles can't stop vibrating, searching for their shape again. He grits his teeth and hides his face against her belly, panting, trying to melt against her. Ixeia purrs a little louder and her Omega presence imposes itself a little more on him, steadying his very being, healing his wounds slowly, but no less painfully. The young woman's fingers continue to stroke the man's locks of hair.

"They're safe..." She whispers against the Metis' ear. "You saved them, Daryl, rest... your body needs it."

Daryl moans low against her skin, the pain is still intense and takes hold of him, driving him into a state of unconsciousness, watched over by the young Lupus who keeps stroking his hair and healing his body with her own presence.

To be Continued...

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House of Lust (part 9)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: smut, masturbation.

François walked through the empty hallways, the enormous windows covered with those thick curtains that bothered him in a way he didn't understand. He moved one of them, seeing how the moonlight covered the field.

He walked in silence, his shoes not making a single noise. He bit his bottom lip, and stopped behind a door, hearing both male and female moans from the inside. There was not only a couple, tho. Must be two woman and one guy, at least.

He could her moans and other noises from other rooms too. Every grand door was closed, and he couldn't open them even if he wanted to. Same with the windows, key locked even if there were bars on them.

Besides the dining room where he already were before, he saw the large kitchen and other resting rooms. There was a library, and he saw some of the Marquis' books in there.

He continued his way to the dungeons in the basement. There was nothing in there as he was expecting. Just another giant house occupied by mad people.

He arrived to the entrance, briefly remembering it. He fainted because of the beat that guard gave him, but some flashes came to his mind. It was dark, so he went downstairs with care, until he saw a light in the end of the rock hallway.

It was a torch, and there were many lighting the place. But no one was there, so I felt strange. With some lack of trust of his mind, he took one from the holder, and walked to the cell he occupied. Obviously it was empty. But he wasn't alone. He heard a noise behind him, and he turned around quickly.

"You're out after midnight." A voice said. "Lucky you I'm not Odelle. She would punish you, that's for sure."

Josephine approached to him, so François saw her face with the light of the torch. She was another beauty, as her sisters. But nothing compared to you. You were special.

"How did you know that I was here?" He asked, his tone stronger than other times, not so afraid as it was with Odelle.

"I followed you, silly!" She said, sarcastically smiling. "Or did you really think we always leave these torches burning?"

Somehow, it was a nonsense. She didn't know that he was going out of your bedroom to explore the mansion. In fact, he adventured to do it at the moment he left you in the bed.

"You followed me? How---?

"I saw you leaving my sister's room, and I guess I knew you were going to explore the place, including the dungeons, so I waited for you in here."

François looked at her in silence, calming his breath. He wasn't afraid of her at all. He was just curious. Was she really different to Odelle as you said? Or she was the same?

She talked to him before. She wasn't so rude, that was right. But still, she wanted the same that her sister: she wanted to corrupt him. She looked for him. She took him out of prison to do it.

"Right... Listen, I will go back to Y/N's room. Let's just... Let's just leave this here, please."

"Oh, my dear Abbé. Are you afraid of me telling something to Odelle? I'm not gonna do it, trust me."

He chuckled. He will have to do it.

"Alright, I'll do it. I'll trust in you. What do you want?"

"Why would I want something?" She said, and kept smiling.

"I don't think that you would find me exploring your house and let me go just like that..."

"Yeah, well. You're right. It's not going to be a free pass. You will have to come with me, and I will say nothing to Odelle. Deal?"

He pictured you in his mind for a second. Maybe if he didn't go with Josephine, she would say to Odelle that he was trying to escape, and that you let him, helping him.

You were the only thing that tied him to the place since he arrived. And he didn't want you to be blamed for nothing. Actually, you could even be in danger.

"Deal." He said, finally, nodding and following Josephine to the entrance of the basement and to her room.

He turned off the torch and left it aside while Josephine closed the door. The room wasn't as large as Odelle's one. It was the same as yours, but there was not a chimney, or the divan, or the table and chairs. Only the bed and some auxiliar night tables.

"Sit in there." She said, almost whispering.

He did what she said, curious again about her next movement, just the same that happened with Odelle the day before.

She kneeled down in front of him, her hands on his thighs, opening his legs. She approached the more she could because of his cassock, smiling.

His breathing became heavier. His heartbeat accelerated. And she was closer, more and more, to his crotch. Until she stand and started to kiss him, very gentle.

He didn't close his eyes at first, not trusting her. But then, you came to his mind again, and Josephine's lips became yours to him, which let his mind fly away.

He let his hands on her waist, squeezing as gentle as her hands caressed his face. The kiss deepened more and more, and he felt himself getting harder.

"Lay down." She said, moving away while he went to rest his head in her pillow. She crawled to him, kissing him again while her hands started to unbotton his shirt and cassock.

She was actually sweet as you said. He remembered how Odelle scratched his chest with her nails. But Josephine was different.

She touched his neck at first, then his collarbone, and finally his chest, the tips of her fingers barely skimming his pale, soft skin, lining his light muscles.

He enjoyed every touch, moving his hips up to meet her body, his eyes closed, thinking only in you. He moaned against her mouth when he felt how suddenly she pinched his nipples. He used to touch them when he masturbated. But feeling other fingers on them was amazing. And he loved it.

"Don't move." She said, sitting in the bed and taking her dress off. He looked at her and her perfect body, and then he looked down, his cassock raised up because of his erection.

"My sister will give you pleasure. But I will receive it. I want to know how good you are, and how you can progress, so you can also give pleasure to Y/N. Got it? Now, teach me if you know what to do with that pretty mouth of yours."

He couldn't say anything, because Josephine laid on him, kissing him again. He was thinking, tho. Give pleasure to you? But you already said no to them before. Were they going to try to make you part of it again?

Josephine held herself in her forearms, moving until her big breasts where at the height of his face. He saw them in awe, rememering Madeline's and how much he wanted to kiss them and feel them with his hands and mouth...

"Don't think it so much, Abbé." She said, as if she was reading his mind. And he didn't. He took one in his mouth, feeling her nipple with his tongue while his hand cupped the other.

Josephine gasped, and then she started to moan. She liked how he made circles with his tongue, his lips sucking, wanting more of her breast inside his mouth.

He changed to the other. And he bit her a little. She missed a breath, liking that rude part of him. And a few moments later, she moved again, sitting on his face.

That surprised him. But then, without thinking about it, he started to tongue her, feeling her clit with his lips, sucking it, gaining her moans again. He knew a lot about biology and medicine. And he knew women liked that part to be stimulated.

He licked her folds in a way he had always dream to do with a woman, but he never could. The skin was different. The smell, the savour, the wetness of her dripping down all over his nose, intoxicating his mouth.

She came a few moments after with a noisy moan, his hands squeezing her buttocks while she trembled against him. Josephine recovered her breath, and laid down next to him, looking at his erect member pressing against his cassock.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you with it." She said, again seemed to be reading his mind. "It's not that I don't wanna to. I'm dying for do it. But you'll have to find release alone. Now go back to your room. Remember my promise, my attractive priest."

She stood in there, naked, watching him leave her bed. He was about to open the door, but she called him again.

"Abbé." She said, making him turn. "You are very good with your tongue if this is your first time doing it. Congrats."

She winked her eye, and smiled again. He left the room without saying or gesticulating anything, and opened your door with care. He glanced at you sleeping so well at your bed, shame in his face.

He couldn't believe he thought of you while doing those things to your sister. But he couldn't see her face. He only saw yours, as he was doing now.

He laid down in the divan, looking at you. And thinking it was bad to do it, he let his hand enter his cassock, and started to masturbate while touching his still naked chest as Josephine did before, twisting his nipples to feel more pleasure.

His hand went up and down, quicker at every moment that past. His thumb caressed the head of his member, and his own fingers weren't enough to sorround it completely.

He was very big, as many maids from Charenton used to think, imagining what he hid under the holy cassock. They were right. Their lustful desires where truth. He committed to God having such a delightful cock.

He didn't stop until he came, his hand covered in his viscous substance, a strong moan dying in his throat. He covered his mouth with the other hand, fearing you've heard him.

But you only turned around under the sheets, completely lost in the dreams world. He cleaned his hand with a piece of cloth that was near, and turned to face the backup of the divan, immediately falling sleep, feeling guilty because of the lust he felt, specifically for you.

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[naomana]

uhm uhm the 186 smut prompt for leo pepe please 🥺👉👈

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186. “You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me.” Leo/Pepe

Canonically Pepe was in prison during Vinci-Moretti war but for sake of this piece Vinci managed to get him off the sentence and he's a free man :3

It's long. Really long. I think it's like oneshot lenght but I'm not that happy with it so I'm not posting this on AO3. Anyway, enjoy >:3

"I already told you, Franco, I don't need anybody to keep an eye on me. I have my own people-"

"It is not up for debate. We are in the middle of a war, one cannot be safe enough. His name is Pepe Costa, he's young and stupid, but he's loyal and can fight. Tell him what to do and he will do it."

"This is really completely unnecessary Franco."

Frank hang up before Leo could protest any further, he couldn't even put the handset down when the doorbell rang and he sighed, making his way to the door with one of his man right behind. He tried to reach for the doorknob but his man was quicker, almost pushing him out of the way to get in front of him. Everyone was just overreacting, Moretti was running on last legs and Frank was acting as if Leo couldn't take care of himself. His worry was sweet but unnecessary.

"Leone! Enough already. I can't take the risk. He's already on the way, should be there any minute. I'll see you soon."

Leo couldn't even say anything to his man about the rough treatment he received from him and the door was finally opened, gun pointed at the 'intruder' standing behind, back turned to the door as he was just watching the car driving past, hands in pockets. "And who the fuck are you?" Galante's man asked him and man in question turned around, revealing his face.

"Mr. Vinci sent me to keep an eye on Mr. Galante."

Leo pushed his man to side so he could have a look at his supposed new bodyguard, somebody Frank trusted enough to send him over for protection. Must have valued him highly if he sent him over, which made him very interested. What he saw was not what he was expecting. Frank said he was young, didn't say how young and the man looked like kid in his 20s, too young to his liking. What kind of experience could man like him have? Then he dropped his cigarette and took a step closer, suddenly Leo had to look up because he was so tall compared to him and he realised, just moments ago he was standing couple of steps down looking a lot smaller.

"That'd be me kid. Call me Leo and come on in." He gestured him and headed back upstairs into his office so he could talk to the man in private, despite all his best judgement. He was sure Moretti wasn't so sly or smart enough to send somebody pretending to be his new bodyguard.

He could see Frank's point, the man was built like a mountain and despite having couple of scars on his face, he wasn't ugly. His whole appearance and calm composure made him look pretty intimidating, the angry looking glare he was giving everyone and perfectly fitted black suit finished the whole picture. He was made to scare people, to protect somebody with his big body. Especially Leo, somebody who could easily hide behind his whole being without even really trying.

Leo closed the door behind Pepe, leaving his people behind. Why was everybody acting as if he was incompetent was beyond his understanding, his gun was just in the reach and if anything, he could very easily use it. The whole 'I don't need you' conversation would go a lot easier over glass of something, so he reached into his bar and pulled out bottle of fine brandy and two glasses. "So kid." He started and turned around, the man was already litting up cigarette with no consideration to his surroundings, what if Leo didn't appraciate smoking inside his house?

"You should go back to Frank and tell him you are not needed here." Leo put down the glasses and almost slammed the bottle down. Pepe looked at him blank as white sheet of paper and shook his head. "No can do. Mr. Vinci said to be here, no matter what you have to say to it."

"Don't take it personally boy, but-"

"Isn't that right?" They were staring at each other for a moment, Leo's aggitation slowly rising. More then Pepe and his behaviour, he was unhappy with Frank's treatment, sure he was worried but acted as if Leo was some kind of amateur. If anything, Leo should be sending his people to protect Frank, sure as fuck he needed it more talking to ambitious Falcone.

"I'm just here because I was told so. It is as enjoyable to me as it is to you." Pepe bulged into his speech and frowned, maybe Leo feared this man more than Moretti and his running dogs. Well if Frank had the trust in him, so should he. Right?

It was almost comical. He had to chuckle and finally poured the drinks. "Damned Frank." Offered drink disappeared in his new bodyguard quickly, without any hesitation. Did Frank really send him alcoholic as a protection?

"Why don't you tell me something about yourself?" So I know what I'm working with, huh. Leo leaned against his wooden office desk, sipping on his brandy while watching the man. Pepe was staring at his empty glass, despite wanting more he just walked closer to Leo and placed the glass beside him, looking down at his new boss.

"And what would you want to know?" He was as emotionless as ever, looking like he was gonna wrap his big hands around Leo's neck and either snap it with one strong squeeze or deprive him of needed oxygen until he's passed out. But Pepe quickly stepped back, leaving Leo's personal space and time to catch his breath. How was he supposed to feel safer with somebody acting so creepy?

"Let's start with the basic. How old are you kid?" Pepe frowned, he didn't like to be addressed as 'kid'. He was old enough to be there and do his job, the one he got paid for so he could buy more booze, beause that was the only thing keeping him going. "Twenty-seven." Simple answer to simple question.

Getting used to Pepe's presence was surprisingly easier than he imagined, given the man was always quiet and just followed him around like a dog. Big dog, that kind of dog that would either snap the leash or drag him on it if he'd to go bat shit crazy. He was still convinced he didn't need anybody else to watch over him, but Pepe's presence did make him feel somewhat safer; and that was something absolutely amazing, considering he felt as uneasy by his presence as by the lack of it.

So he wasn't very talkative either. Even better, he always dreamed of quiet psychopath protecting his ass. He tried other questions, always receiving simple or one worded answers, until he gave up. He had no time nor energy to deal with it, he had a meeting in the afternoon and wouldn't make himself late because of him.

And the need to know bit more about the man he's supposed to trust with his life, Leo's eyes fixated on him almost all the times, learning a lot from the observation. He smoked a lot, which wasn't anything unusual. Everybody did in his circle, him included. He couldn't say the same about booze, the mountain would drink everything in reach if permitted and that was irritating him a little, he was never big fan of alcohol. And despite the fact he wasn't the sharpest pencil in the case, he knew how to do his job. First meeting he seemed as excited to be there as Leo felt, but with each day he was treating Leo with more respect. Even returned back to refering to him as Mr. Galante, which didn't sit well with him.

"No. That's not good enough. Anything under 30 is too low, you hear me?" Leo was arguing with somebody over the phone while Pepe stood by the window, looking out with lit up cigarette between his fingers. He's been listening to the argument for most of the morning and wasn't really interested in what exactly was the debate about. Just that it made Galante pretty worked up. It was obvious and not only from his raised voice and upleasant tone. The frown decorating his face and hair falling out of place were telling.

No matter how many times he'd tell him to call him Leo, he'd just carry on with the formalities. As if he was trying to piss him of or something. The only thing Leo could do was clench his teeth and ignore it, just do his job with the thick prick behind his back. Maybe, eventually, he'd drop it.

He moved from his spot, bored just watching the trees outside and walked around the table, closer to his boss. Leo finally finished his phone call and hang up, turning around quickly, which was so unexpected, Pepe had no time to move and Leo bumped right into him. "Where the heck did you come from?" He muttered and took step back, looking up at Pepe's usual nothing-saying expression. "What was that about?" He asked, not really expecting answer but he could try. He was too bored to just stand there in silence. He wished he could head out, stop by one of the nearby bars and just drink.

"Ah. Nothing that important." Leo just threw his hand around and shook his head. As if he'd tell him. He was about to move from his spot and carry on with his day, when Pepe's hand made him froze on spot. Big fingers were slowly, carefuly putting his hair back to it's place, Pepe's eyes were fixated on his actions so he couldn't see the face Galante just made. Not until he looked down, realising he just might have overstepped. His intentions were innocent, which might have not seem like it to Leo.

"Whoa, kiddo. What are you doing?" Pepe took step back and let go of his hair, now neatly pushed to the back. Slowly losing their light colour, turning white at some places. Which wasn's such a big deal really, the whiteness almost disappeared in his natural blonde; the colours were so similar, it was hard to tell. Unless anybody was standing close enough, which he was moments ago. "Nothing."

"Stop with the nonsense. Forgot we have a meeting?" How could he forget? The only interesting thing happening all day, he spent too much time at that house. He'd much rather spend all that time at Vinci's place, for unspecified reasons. Not that Galante's place wasn't nice or big, he had his own room to sleep at to be as close to him as possible, yet it wasn't to his liking.

Pepe just sat there, watching Galante watching Vinci. Then he turned his attention to Vinci, surprised he wasn't as excited to see him as he was expecting; he had a soft spot for the man, especially after getting him out of the last job he did before he was promoted to bodyguard. That job almost cost him his freedom and he was very close to being thrown into the can. But he wasn't, thanks to Vinci.

"I know about it." Pepe nodded and put out his cigarette in the ashtray, moving to side to allow Galante to walk ahead. He followed him outside and to his ready car, more people already waiting for them to take them to Mona Lisa for the meeting.

His eyes finally turned to rest of the cast of their scheming; Falcone and Coyne. He didn't like either of them, but he was especially wary of Falcone. He could have been very easily there just to double flip them, but nobody else seemed to be worried about that.

"That will be all then." Vinci finished and waved his hand, letting everybody leaving the room. Pepe got up, expecting Leo to do so as well but he just sat there looking at his old friend.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long and soon they were on the way to Galante's mansion, again. He was sick of the place, simply because Galante seemed to spend most of his time there. As if he had nothing better to do.

"You can wait outside Pepe." Can or have to? But his glare and tone was clear, wait outside. Not like Vinci would do anything to Galante, that'd be ludicrous. He wallked outside the room with everybody else and watched Falcone disappearing downstairs, while Steve turned to him to exchange couple of words. He wasn't really keen, but didn't brush him off. Better than wait for Leo in complete silence, he guessed.

"I'd like to be alone for a while." Leo looked at him and Pepe simply shrugged his shoulders in agreement. What else could he do? Not like he could argue with him in any way.

Leo watched Pepe's back disappear behind the door and he sat down to have a glass of whiskey. Not like he wanted to be closed between the same walls every day, but Frank's paranoia kept pushing him further with his worry, to the point Leo couldn't see anything sweet about it, purely annoying. He wanted to go out, let off some steam in whorehouse, it was never his place but he may have been desperate. And with his wife out of town for the time being, there was nobody who could help him.

"Guess I'll be around if you need me."

The idea of touching himself was so pathetic and he had to be encouraged with alcohol for that. At least 3 of 4 glasses, that should do the trick. It was still relatively early, he could have wait for the evening but what for? Not like he had to be ready to leave for another meeting or anything, he could do it all afternoon if anything.

He moved to his bedroom, getting undressed on the way to his bed. Why was he overthinking it? It was completely normal, everybody did it. Even married people, it was not a big deal. He'd bet his expensive painting collection that even Pepe did it.

His back touched the bed, hand slowly reaching his lap. He really really shouldn't think about his bodyguard in that situation, but the curiosity prevented him from dropping it.

Somebody so cold and distant looking, just how would man like that masturbate. Would he even, or would his pride stop him? Like Leo's should, but he was too pent up to wait for his wife's return or worry about his pride. Touching himself wasn't as good as anybody else touching him, but it was sufficient.

His mind returned back to reality with distant sound of phone ringing, the frustration was visible on his face. Hand wrapped around his cock while he was knuckles deep his ass, feeling ashamed of his sick desires. He had to get up and pick up the phone before.. He could hear the ringing stop, only assuming Pepe was quicker and sure enough, moment later soft knock on his door asked for his permission to enter. "J-just a moment."

His hand kept on steady pace, knowing where his sensitive spots were. He should think of his wife and her perfect curves, but his mind offered him different person on his mind. Strong hands pushing him down, soft moan escaped his lips. The force he was moved around with, another moan and his second hand slided down, touching places he forbade himself from touching.

Too late. Pepe opened the door, seeing Leo's flushed face and half naked body covered with sheets. He wasn't the smartest, but he knew when somebody was playing with their own body. Very interesting. "It's nothing important." Pepe said and stepped over the doorstep. "They can call later." He closed the door, making Leo panic a little.

"You can leave then." He tried, covering himself as much as possible. Fingers still in, the worry of moving them in case that would catch his attention kept him from moving. Just covering further.

He watched Pepe making his way to the bed, panicking even more. "You need a hand?" He was asked drily, without any emotion showing. So casually, as if he just offered him a ride after drinking night. What was the guys problem?

"I knew it." Pepe chuckled, watching Leo trying to cover himself and the fact he was just masturbating using his ass. The way he was watching Vinci earlier made him wonder, question, overthink. Until he found out for himself and he didn't even have to sneak around to learn the truth.

"I'm fine, you can... hey." His hand squeezed the sheet even tighter as Pepe started pulling on it. There was nothing he could do, Pepe was too strong for him. He could only safe his reputation and pull his fingers out, little too late as Pepe's eyes followed the movement.

"You need to leave. Now!" Leo ordered but that landed on the wrong side of the man. "Yeah, sure. I don't think I can keep my mouth shut, this is quite the view." Dangerous waters. Threatening somebody as powerful as Galante. But in that situation, it was Pepe who held the high ground. "Carry on." He said a lot softer, making the heat hit Leo's cheeks instantly. He should be angry, throw that man out and make sure he get's his punishment, but the way he was telling him what to do, like he was in charge; that was something he was yearning for for a very long time.

His hand moved again, slowly lowering his head back to the pillow. If he'd to close his eyes and just pretend nobody was watching him, maybe he'd feel less nervous. But that was impossible, because Pepe's big hand pulled the hand he used to stroke his cock away, leaving him with only pleasuring his ass. He squeezed his knees together, hiding himself as much as possible, which was met with stinging slap to his thigh. His breath got stuck, before escaping with whimper and slowly spread his legs to let him see.

"That's a really nice view." Pepe commented, sending another wave of emberrassing heat into Leo's cheeks. He wanted it to be over as soon as possible but his fingers couldn't reach so deep to allow him to finish quickly. "Your ass looks really hungry."

"Just shut up." Man his status, in his mid 40s, bullied by guy almost half his age, somebody who was supposed to protect him. It was so wrong, for many reasons, but felt so good. "You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me."

Leo whined, barely touching the sweet spot when his hand was pushed away. "Tell me what do you want me to do."

What did he want him to do? Stop teasing him would be a great start. Then what? What did it matter anyways? They were adults, fully aware of their actions and consequences.

Leo's hand started wandering for a moment, before reaching the golden grail of everything. The thing was huge and the thought of it poking him inside made him act impulsively. "I want you to fuck me." He muttered and Pepe leaned closer, making the older perverse man shut up.

He will very happily fuck him to the fullest. Never in his wildest dreams did he think Leo Galante was queer and happily getting pushed around like a ragdoll, before getting fucked senselessly by another man.

And he felt so good, squeezing him tight while whimping like a cheap floozy. With every rough thrust, Leo was closer to his climax. With every ruthless move of a hips his rationality was gone. Nobody could fuck him this good. Especially not Frank, he was a gentle man and he needed the exact opposite. Somebody like..

"Pepe!" He squirmed and squealed, clinging to the man still thrusting into him, only for few more seconds before he reached his own climax, filling his boss with his seed. Marking him as his.

There should have been instant regret hitting him, but nothing happened. He didn't regret it, he loved every second of it. He'll have to thank Frank when he sees him next time. For then and there, he just snuggled to the mountain of heat that happily held him.

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