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qtboni · 10 months

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╰﹒ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 !

PAIRING: Ooc!Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: He lashes out on you + very dismissive over your efforts for him :((

C/W: Angst, no comfort (see p2 for comfort!), mentions of toxic behavior (bcz words), offensive languages, depictions of mental health struggles (anxiety, but js tiny amount). [ fanart credits : ave661 on tumblr ]

W/C: 1.1k bubs

Simon had been going through a lot lately, and you could tell it was taking a toll on him. He had been working overtime at work, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes every time he came home.

You want to do something special for him, something to lift his spirits up.

The air was charged with anticipation as Simon stepped through the door, making you want to burst out of happiness.

You had been eagerly awaiting his arrival, eager to show him what you'd been working on all day. You had been so excited to do something special for him, and you had gone the extra mile to make this night perfect!

The air, still thick with tension, Simon walked through the hallway. He'd had a long, hard day at work, and the last thing he wanted was to deal with anything else.

Price had been nagging him more than usual on the mission. Simon was tired and just wanted to rest, but Price's constant barrage of questions and commands was starting to get on his nerves.

He tried his best to keep his cool, but he couldn't help feeling a little bit frustrated. Despite his best efforts, he managed to keep his emotions in check and focus on the task at hand.

After the mission was over, Simon was relieved to finally have a moment to himself. He just wanted to rest and have a good night, but there you were, being a nuisance to him.

You could see the weariness in his eyes, as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He shrugged off your attempts to engage him, not wanting to deal with the small talk.

As Simon dropped his collection of his military wears in the near cabinet, you approached him, your heart still pounding with excitement.

"Simon," you said, your voice trembling and a cheeky smile forming on your lips. "I've been working on a special surprise for you all day. I made your favorite snacks, decorated the living room, and even picked out a movie I know you'll love! I just wanted to make tonight special."

Simon looked up at you, his expression unreadable. "What?" he asked, his tone sharp and exhaustion palpable in his voice.

Despite his attitude, you pushed forward, eager to show him the cozy living room setup you'd created.

"Ta da!" you exclaimed, gesturing to the cozy space. "I wanted to make our movie night extra special tonight, so I went all out."

You'd decorated it with fairy lights, set out the popcorn and drinks, and made sure the couch was nice and toasty with a mountain of blankets.

"I just wanted to do something special for you," you added, your voice light and upbeat.

Simon's expression fell. He looked at the setup as if it were an annoyance, and you felt your feelings going down the drain.

You tried to hide your disappointment though and put on a cheerful smile, but it was hard to hide the hurt in your eyes. "What's wrong?" you asked hesitantly.

Simon shook his head, and for the first time, you saw the signs of his stress and turmoil. His lips were thin, his brow furrowed, and you could tell that he was struggling just to keep it all together.

"I can't take on one more thing right now," he said, his voice rising with frustration. "I'm exhausted. I can't deal with this right now."

You felt a lump form in your throat as you realized the full extent of your mistake.

"I..."

Your heart sank.

You couldn't believe you hadn't realized how tired he looked, how haggard and stressed. You had been so caught up in your excitement that you had missed the signs, the signals that he couldn't take on any more.

You had been so eager to do something nice for him, and in doing so, you had only added to his burden.

A tense silence fell over the room, and you could feel the tension rising between you. You wanted to comfort him, to make things right, but you didn't know how.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to do something nice for you."

As you stood there in silence, your heart racing and tears swimming in your eyes, he finally spoke.

"Well, don't," he snapped, his irritation evident in his tone. "I can take care of myself. And I didn't ask for any of these."

You watch as he points to the decorated living room. Your efforts. Your hopes of having a good night of movies with him.

You felt the tears spill over and course down your cheeks.

"I didn't mean to make things worse for you," you said, your voice trembling. "I just wanted to do something nice for you, to lift your spirits. I didn't realize..."

Simon sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I appreciate the effort, really I do. It's just..." He trailed off, searching for the right words. "Can you just stop being a bother? I can't take on anything else right now. I'm already stretched so thin, and I can't..."

You felt your chest tighten at his words.

You had always known that Simon was a hard worker, but you had never truly appreciated the toll it took on him. You had always been there to support him, to lift him up when he was feeling low, and you had always assumed that he would do the same for you.

At that moment, you realized that you had been asking too much of him. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes and the slump of his shoulders.

The realization hit you like a punch to the gut.

Your voice barely above a whisper, you managed to say, "I... I understand. I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

You could feel the hurt in your chest, like a physical pain that made it hard to breathe.

“Stop being a bother.”

The tears were already falling down your face, and your heart ached with the weight of your mistakes. It was just a reminder of how much you loved him and how desperately you wanted to be with him.

Simon didn't utter another word, just nodded his head, but his silence spoke volumes. An oppressive and heavy sense of unease permeated the air, leaving no doubt that there was nothing else to be said.

You stood there, feeling numb and defeated as you watched him leave to the bedroom.

You had learned a difficult lesson that night, and one that you would never forget. The road to happiness was not always smooth, and sometimes, even the people we love the most can hurt us without meaning to.

Tears filled your eyes over and over again as you realized how much your effort was taken for granted.

In that moment, you didn't understand why he was being so cruel to you, especially when you had put so much thought into making him happy.

All you wanted was to see Simon smile.

A/N: okay.. well.. he was an ass.. HELP simon pookie why would u do this to us? :(( we even made you popcorns and and even bought you your favorite drinks :(( we had to even ask ur best bud soap what kind of movies you like :(( we did so much for you :(( but it's okay ig. . . as long as you can have your rest. . . and well. . . goodnight :((

lmk if you guys need a part 2 cuz i be crying in my sleep

EDIT! part 2 is posted !!

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hyunip · 4 months

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Model!black!reader x Artist!Ony

His hand slid into the frame of the photo, tring to move a piece of trash that seemed to also be peeking into the frame of your photos. This caused his large hand to be caught in one of the photos. You hated anything that was good enough for you on the first try, honestly. Despised it. More than someone chewing their food hella loud in your ear.

Without moving your head an inch, you moved your eyes to give him an evil glare. And he knew what that meant. The larger male, known as small artist Onyankopon, avoided this gaze and threw away the piece of trash, his nerves tingling as he felt your pretty hazel eyes burning right into the back of his head, waiting for him to turn around so you could finally make eye contact with him.

You were used to Ony avoided this stare, so when he finally turned towards you and held that gaze until one of you looked away, your heart jumped.

No matter how hard you stare at this man, whether the eye contact makes him nervous or not, he will not budge.

But to show you he does not play games, when you get home, you go off on him. Telling him how he fucked up one of your photos, he wraps his arm around your waist and pulled you towards him, telling you how it was only one photo.

Yet you couldn't let go of that, because that was important to you. "It don't matter Ony. You know how I feel about that."

and after all of that, he's finally the one taking the reigns in bed. He has you in missionary with your hands in his as he hunched over you, feeding you sweet, deep thrusts while he mumbles little apologies in your ear, kissing your neck and jaw every time before he said another one.

#hyunip speaks ミ★𞠬 #hyunip #hyunny #black reader #aot x reader #aot smut #aot x black reader #its been some time since i wrote anything #I'm sorry I've been off for awhile y'all #got a lot on my mind and this is one of those things lmao #but i promise y'all even though I been off for a while #Imma still work on some stuff for y'all #announcement coming after this post

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 months

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Lipstick Kisses

The sweetest spiciest Anthony fic y'all ever saw 🥺🫠 written by my bestie Winnie! (complete with a playlist!!!) @winniemaywebber

Warnings: mature content (fingering, oral (f receiving), PinV penetration, car sex), paparazzi being annoying, Anto being the sweet sexy dork he is (18+! Minors begone, etc etc)

“Almost ready for home, pretty girl?”

“Mhm,” you slur, placing your half full glass back on the table. “With you? Always.” You smile at him, his brown eyes shining in the dim light of the bar. You walk the two steps between you both and place your hands on his beautiful face, taking in every part of him. Before you can stop yourself, you're kissing his cheeks, his nose, his chin. Scrunching his face up, but not stopping you, he giggles lightly.

“You're so pretty, baby,” you murmur, trying to come up for air. “How on earth did this happen? You and me?” He shakes his head, clutching you close to him and smiling, the light once again catching a glint in his eye.

“You know how, darling. You swept me off my feet.” He kisses you lightly on the forehead and takes your hand to exit the bar.

Outside, you're both surprised by a hubbub of photographers.

“Ah, shit,” he says, hesitating at the door. You feel his hand tighten around yours as he bends at the knee to come to your height to make eye contact with you. With his free hand, he touches your cheek and looks at you reassuringly.

“We'll be quick, we'll run through and we'll be in the car before you know it. Breathe, okay?”

“Okay,” you squeak, knowing he'll keep you safe. “Anto, wait! Your face, my lipstick is all over it!”

“Oh, well. Gives them something to talk about.” He winks at you as he opens the door, taking his usual position in front of you, your protector, his tall body blocking you from most of the cameras.

He was right: two minutes later, you're at his car, both breathless from the adrenaline and rushing through the solid crowd. You wait by the passenger door, turning to face him. He takes you by surprise when he walks up to you, places his hands on the car roof almost pinning you against the vehicle, and kisses you deeply, your breathlessness thick in the night air.

“Darlin’,” he starts, talking in between kisses. “Did I tell you how beautiful you are?”

“Hmmm,” you joke, smiling underneath his mouth. “No, you never ever tell me. Maybe you should,” you tease, feeling him almost growl in front of you as he adjusts his body weight. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him in even closer.

“Oh, pretty girl,” he murmurs, his lips catching yours at every possible chance. “You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And you're mine.”

“Yes,” you giggle. “All yours.” With that, he opens the door and waits for you to be seated before he closes it.

He takes his usual position: one hand on the steering wheel, the other placed gently on your thigh. But tonight, his hands are drifting, further and further up the skirt of your dress, softly caressing the skin, his hand almost brushing your panties.

“Sir,” you flirtingly scold. “What are you up to?” You take a sharp intake of breath as his hand reaches even further up your skirt at a red light, feeling how wet you are just from his touch.

“Oh…” He growls, an undertone of surprise lingering in his voice. “Do we really have to wait to get home?”

“No,” you answer quickly, the fastest answer that's ever left your lips. He cheekily smiles at you as he figures out a detour.

The car stops abruptly, apparently at the chosen destination. In one swift movement, he's turned off the engine, pulled the passenger seat into a lying position and is on top of you. Your breath shudders as he eases his body on to yours, making sure to evenly distribute his weight in the cramped space. He kisses you deeply, sending shivers up your spine as he places his hand on your neck.

“Still ready for me?”

“Ugh, darling. Even from looking at you, I'm in pieces.” He grins.

“Good girl.”

You whimper as he praises you, his kisses going from your jaw, to your neck and lower. You feel him gently pull your dress up, and move your soaked, ruined panties to the side. He slips a finger into you and watches you unravel at his touch.

“There’s my girl. There you go,” his voice barely above a whisper. His breath matching yours, his glistening fingers working their way in and out of you, him gleefully looking on as you absolutely lose it underneath him.

“Wow…you're doing so good. Just like that. Again. Again, baby.” You whimper at his words, trying your best to do as you're told - not like it's hard. He makes you O again and again until your legs feel like jelly and your vision is blurry.

Slipping his fingers out of you, he gently eases you up to put your seat in the regular position. You wipe your brow and puff out air, hardly believing this is your life. You can barely keep your hands off him as he drives, speeding to your place.

As you struggle with the key, adrenaline rushing through you as your door finally opens, he picks you up, still kissing you with the same urgency as he had in the car. Your legs wrap around him as he carries you over to the bed, where he sits you down and begins undressing himself without missing a beat. Taking it as a cue, you do the same, pulling your shoes off as quickly as you can, throwing your tight black dress over your head, revealing the black and pink lingerie you had so carefully chosen should this moment take place.

He looks up and down your whole body as you lean back on the bed, your head resting on the pillow, your eyes hungrily gazing at his naked body. The soft pale skin, the patch of chest hair that drives you wild.

“Jesus fuck,” he murmurs, walking over to you. “You are fuckin’ beautiful.” He climbs on top of you as you giggle at his compliment, the gorgeous cologne smell radiating from him as your bodies meet, the heat from both of you causing a gasp to leave both your mouths. He lifts you up and unclips your bra, it taking minimal effort. He kisses your neck as you lay back down, his mouth getting further down your body to find your nipple. He places it in his mouth, sucking ever so gently as he sees your body lift and buckle in pleasure. Making his way further down, he removes your panties, seeing how glistening and ready you still are for him.

“Wow,” he purrs. “She's so pretty.” He slowly enters a finger into you again, looking on intently as your face contorts in pleasure, taking your breath away.

“Sweet Lord,” you gasp, feeling your eyes roll back in your head. He laughs mischievously, opening your legs with his elbow and going down to kiss your thighs. You can feel his breath on your vulva every time he goes near it, making you suck your breath through your teeth in anticipation.

“Quit teasing me,” you moan. “I'll fucking die if you don't fuck me soon.” He makes his way over again, holding his face there for just a moment, wanting to make eye contact as he gently, teasingly, licks your clit. You gasp, surprising yourself with the sound and slapping a hand over your mouth in shock.

“No, baby,” he says, gently removing your hand from your mouth. “I wanna hear every noise.” You nod as he resumes his position, his tongue now flat so he can lap you up. “I wanna drown between your thighs.”

Within minutes, you have almost reached your peak, him slipping two fingers inside you and finding your g-spot as he watches you make a mess of yourself.

“Oh, wow,” he purrs, wiping his mouth. “Good girl.” You whimper, staring again into his deep, dark brown eyes.

“Whew. Let me be inside you. I need to be inside you.”

“Mhm,” you reply, your voice up a few octaves higher than you're used to. You realize your eyes are begging for him, looking desperate for him to fill you up. Biting your lip, the waiting ceases.

In one smooth movement, he does, you both groaning deeply as he enters you. Your hands on his lower back, scratching gently. His, one on your breast and the other on the bed to keep balance. Two minutes of him pumping in and out of you, you come again, warm liquid seeping out of you and trickling on to the bed.

“Good God, beautiful,” he murmurs, picking up the speed of his strokes. “Messy girl.” You bite your lip at his words and moan again as he takes you to your peak for the third time in less than twenty minutes, feeling your vision go fuzzy. Grinning at you, he beckons you on top of him. He lays on the bed and you climb on, feeling him fill you once again. The tip of his cock instantly hits your g-spot, making you shout in ecstacy. He sits up, kissing your neck as you ride him to the completion he's been craving.

“Wow….fuck,” he says breathlessly. “I can't hold on much longer….I wanna keep going…you're so fuckin' divine.” His breathless words in your ear send a shiver down your spine as you feel him tense up, finishing deep inside you. Feeling his release, you squeal loudly as he lets himself fill you, simultaneously orgasming with him. Breathlessly, foreheads pressed together, you stay in that position for what feels like an eternity.

He sighs, reaching up and stroking your face, moving the hair out of your eyes.

“I fuckin’ adore you, angel girl.”

“Ditto, my love.”

#i literally melted reading this #isn't winnie the absolute best y'all its INSANE #anthony boyle x reader #anthony boyle #anthony boyle smut #anthony boyle imagine #anthony boyle fic #masters of the air cast

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kaelidascope · 4 months

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Midnight Menagerie Chapter 13 is LIVE

**SHAKES HAPPY NEW YEAR BAG OF DOGGY TREATS**

Hey howdy HEY IT'S 2024 WOOOOO and what better way to start off the year than with a hot n fresh chapter of Midnight Menagerie!

Mind the tags on this one fellas. This is one of THREE very spicy chapters c: All aboard for the bees Sex Gauntlet ™ challenge! WOOOO (they do not actually call it that trust me it's sexier than it sounds)

#midnightbeesfic #rwby #bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #WEEEEWWWWWWWWW ITS 2024 BABAYYY #Gotta start off right #And by right I mean with smut #Only took us like 200k words but don't worry about it #I'm so sorry y'all are gonna have to wait just a bit longer for the full blown thing #Blake's edging everybody

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lix-ables · 11 months

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🎀 . SMUT, MDNI.

☽ chan was the kind of guy that would take you out on random dates, or late night driving just to star gaze, or even be the first to order takeout when you’re both tired and all you want to do is laze around on the couch.

chan was also the softest with you, and i’m talking the softest. this was that night – the night that he let you lead, for maybe just a few minutes, the very same night that the moment he got home, his hands were all over you.

his palms spread across your body, trailing his fingertips along the length of your arm while he buries his face in the crook of your neck. you let him drag you to the couch, it was the closest, and within minutes your clothes were on the floor.

chan’s hands were huge and smooth, always moving along your skin and making sure that nothing was left untouched. you sigh, letting your fingers rest on his forearm as you watch him trace patterns to your skin before you sink down on his cock.

his hands never stop – from kneading your ass and feeling you against him, to grabbing the sides of your waist to get a good grip, his fingers were busy the whole time. either your boyfriend was in the mood for teasing you, or he was just being soft with you and taking his own sweet time, it was working. you eyes close when you feel his hair tickle your chin as you grind against his hips.

“mmm, chan” you’re trying not to whine so the sound comes as a squeak from your throat, your nails dig into his arms.

“fuck me, baby,” he whispers into your skin, as he plays with your nipples a little before trailing back down to your lower back. he leans back against the couch, and notices the fucked out look on your face, your lips parting as you bounce on his cock before stopping to grind against him.

his fingers come between your bodies to rub your clit and smiles at the way you held onto him, leaving a soothing kiss to your shoulder when you try to pull away because of the overstimulation.

chan’s hips thrust upward, catching you off guard and he tells you to relax as he takes care of you, helping you come down from your third or fourth orgasm of the night before letting you cling onto him.

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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I just read your angst/jealous/drunk austin hc and imma need a fic like that when you’re not busy

oh anon. that was cute. i'm always busy with either my daughter, my job(s) or life in general. but also fics because i don't know when to stop. and this was from august. i'm so sorry. if you're still here. hi, this is one of three i started.

when will we get the time to be just friends

summary: a date goes well enough when you're broken up with austin. austin mildly ruins it by being drunk and calling you while being intensely jealous. the fact that he's in new york works to your advantage. fandom: austin butler | elvis 2022 rating: m pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse, whatever you wanna call it ) word count: 1799 warnings: you know the drill. daddy kink. talk of a break up. jealousy. austin is drunk, dove is sober. no use of the y/n. dom/sub relationship. character bleed issues. mildly unhealthy dynamics. choking during sex. possessiveness. p in v sex ( unprotected via condom, but dove has a birth control patch ) author's note: for real though i am so sorry anon about how long this has taken. i still have like two other fics i started for this prompt and will probably post. so. if you're still here by golly you'll get a small feast. this is not canon, but consider it an offshoot? a what if? based on this headcanon/blurb/crumb thing.

Consider you don’t block his number. Consider you just hang up the phone until five minutes later when you realize that for some ungodly reason you can’t stop thinking of what he said. He’s not wrong, you didn’t actually come with the guy you brought home and yes, you didn’t wear underwear with that dress, because it never really fit all that well when you did, it messed up the lines of the dress.

You debate the merits of blocking his number as you stare at the phone because you know you should. You know that at this point the way you and Austin have been interacting with each other isn't healthy, that you two should have given each other a clean break. You two should have stopped talking to each other so that you could both- heal properly from Elvis and whatever you two had gotten wrapped into while filming. It's just that talking to Austin was easy, it's always been weirdly easy for you even from that first day. Of course that first day might have been more flirting than it was talking but all the time after and all the phone calls during quarantine and then the time spent as Austin and you, Daddy and Dove, and even Elvis and Priscilla- it was just easy to talk to him. You miss him, god help you but you miss his touch and miss his hand around your throat. Before you realize just what you're doing you end up shooting him a text asking where he's staying.

He's lucky you've lived in New York for almost all of your life so that his answer that would be mildly incoherent to others is translated easily and you realize- his hotel is very close to your apartment. You still catch an Uber though, unwilling to walk in the heels and dress that you're in. Besides the wait for the Uber allows you to dwell on what you're doing. Dwell on the fact that you think you're going up to his hotel room to confront him but you know perfectly well that's not what's going to happen. He was so goddamn belligerent over the phone that you're surprised he didn't call you a slut, didn't tell you that you were still his like he hadn't fucked Lily Rose and Olivia and all those girls on the Masters of the Air set. You held no claim over him because you had tossed it away and you were okay with that- except sometimes- nights like this you couldn't help but wonder what would have been. What could have been, it would have been you and him on the date you had just been on. This dress would be a pool of fabric at the foot of your bed and he'd be entering you softly at first before you told him you wanted it harder.

Before you realize it, you're already at his hotel room door and you don't even get a chance to knock on the door before he's opening it as if he sensed you were on the other side already. He's not- fully drunk, you think, just enough that his tongue is loosened and that he doesn't have half the hang ups he's developed while talking to you since the break up. His eyes rake over your form, taking in how the dress clings to your body in all the right places to have him letting out a low groan. The finally settle on your thigh, peeking through the slit of the dress and he growls, pulling you in by the hand and shutting the door behind you in a rush. You want to tell him that you both shouldn't be doing this- that you're only here because you want to give him a piece of your mind but then you feel his lips on your neck, feel the slight brush of stubble against your skin and you whimper. The guy you had gone on a date with was fine, he was nice and great but he wasn't Austin.

"Missed you. Missed seeing you look this fucking gorgeous." He mouths at your neck, nipping just slightly before giving you an actual bite. "Showing off your legs, Dove. You knew there were going to be cameras there, knew I'd see it."

"I didn't." You whisper quietly, your hands against your own wishes move to grab at his hair, yanking at the strands. "Didn't see the camera till they already took a pic."

That earns a snarl from Austin has his hands move to find the zipper to your dress, which he finds quicker than he has any right to with how much liquor you figure he's had. "So he didn't protect you. Let my Dove get her photo taken against her will. You know I would have made sure no one saw you like that if you didn't want it. Would have only let me and the staff see you like that."

It shouldn't make your toes curl, the way he threatens that he would have protected you. It should bother you that he's still this possessive over you like you both just left the Elvis set but- it does. Your toes curl in your heels and Austin notices how you're shivering under his touch as he starts to pull down your dress.

"Gonna fuck you. Need to fuck you." He mumbles, his hands moving to cup your bare breasts because of course this dress didn't allow you to wear any undergarments. That boy would have enjoyed you like this, like only he has the right to. Like only he should, even if you're not his girlfriend- his sub- his everything and more any more. "Need my Dove. Gonna make you feel good, forget about him. Make you miss me."

You figure that maybe Austin is just gone enough that he won't remember your next words and you're feeling every feeling you've been trying to work through in therapy just rush to the surface. "I already miss you. So much. Why do you think i keep talking to you?"

After all, that's all you'll allow yourself to have because anything else means you broke up with him for no reason, for no purpose. You're not supposed to have anything else. Just maybe Austin as a friend, as someone who knows every single thing about you, who you trusted to submit to and who- broke your heart maybe as much as you broke his.

Something about you saying that spurs something in him, has him making the dress pool at your feet and has him lifting you up against the wall as he fumbles with his pajama pants, pulling them down just enough to free his already aching cock. It looks angry and red and covered in precum, almost as if he'd been playing with it before you arrived, a notion that has you moaning against him as he lines himself up with your cunt. You shouldn't be wet, you shouldn't be aroused by the way he's so jealous but it's done something for you, it's reminded you that this is why you thought he was perfect. He wants to protect you, he wants only you, he wants you with a focus that is terrifying and yet so endearing.

The feel of his cock after so long takes your breath away, has you clawing at his back because he's not pulling any punches so why should you, his thrusts are messy and fast and hard and you love it while craving maybe a hint of softness that you don't dare ask for. He starts to slur words against you, a hand moving to your neck to choke you lightly, his voice sounding like a mix of Elvis and like the California boy that you never met and you likely never will even if he can shake this drawl.

"Shouldn't have let you leave me. Should have come straight here to get you back. Love you so much. Miss you so much. Miss your everything so goddamn much. Want you by my feet again. Want my collar on that neck of yours." He keeps moving, keeps having his hand tighten but not enough to worry you. "Still got the necklace. Still mine."

You shouldn't entertain this, you shouldn't but the words are making you want to sob and you don't want to, you bury the urge and just grab onto his wrist with one hand and tap once. Yes. You're still his. You're always going to be his no matter what because isn't that the joke, that you don't think even if you can detangle every last bit of you that was Priscilla and even if he can detangle every last bit of himself that was Elvis that you're not going to be his and he's not going to be yours.

Maybe it's because he had already been playing with himself before you came or maybe it's from the way your cunt clenches around him as he tightens his grip but you feel him cum and hear his groan as he does. Your heartbeat rushes in your ear from the lack of oxygen and yet you swear you hear him whispering your name. Not Dove, not Cilla. Your actual government name and somehow that does it for you. He doesn't even have to touch your clit before a small orgasm barrels through you. It's small but the release you feel from it scares you in its intensity. His hand leaves your neck and you take the opportunity to breathe, the opportunity to catch your breath from the lack of air and from just being around Austin after so long. Austin- you figure- is doing the same before you feel him trying to nuzzle at your neck. You feel him placing kisses on your jaw, they're messy but they're also softer than you think he has any right to do after what he said.

"Stay here tonight." He asks as he pulls out. The words are soft, almost like he doesn't want to say them but he needs to. Needs you to hear them. "Please."

Austin does not beg, that was always you. That's always how it's been. You beg and you ask and you get what you want. Austin asks and you give because he is giving you what you need. The question, the plea makes you open your eyes that you hadn't even realized had shut at some point to just look at him. You see his blue eyes mildly glassy but brimming with what you think are tears. You know what you should say, what you should do but you're selfish and young and you can't help your answer, simple and said with a nod. "Okay."

You leave before he wakes up.

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