#my cat hasn’t come out of the room hes settled in just. at all

[kiwisbell]

Honey-Do [joel miller]

It’s Sunday, chore day, and Joel has a honey-do list item of his own: get his girl pregnant.

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pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: 18+ (mdni)

tags and warnings: pre-outbreak joel, married!joel, pure fluff and smut, slight au, body worship, some cock worship, handyman!joel, malewife!joel, joel “my wife doesn’t lift a finger in this home” miller, vague daddy undertones, overstimulation, joel miller is a munch, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected PIV (wrap it up unless you’re joel), creampie, breeding kink, actual breeding, talks of pregnancy, pregnancy kink, domestic bliss, joel’s love language being acts of service and by that i mean putting a baby in his wife, competence kink

word count: ~ 10k (someone stop me)

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a/n: hello, lovelies!! i received this ask ages ago and the idea inevitably snowballed because who is self-control?? does she go to a different school? anyway, this fic is pure plotless domestic fluff and domestic smut (is that a thing? yes!), so i really hope you all enjoy! pre-outbreak joel is very special to me xoxo

HONEY-DO

Your shared bedroom looks out over the eastern sunrise. A mutually-assured vigil, keeping one another safe—and timely. 

In the mornings, the golden light spills through the break in the curtains. It will peek slowly inside and gently warm your body awake, testing the limits of its power. When you roll over and make a soft groan of protest in your sleep, seeking more warmth, the little strip of sunlight will widen, directing you. You will find the body next to yours, nuzzling close, your nose bumping his bare chest, and settle happily against it. In return, his body will seek yours, symbiotic exchange, a greedy arm pulling you closer.

In frustration, the sun grumbles it way higher in the sky, shining brighter and spreading wider.

It takes a couple tries to get it right: to shine in just the right way to make you blink rapidly awake, squinting in the glow. You gradually come to life, your lungs sucking in the first deep breath of morning air, your naked body stretching like a cat in the sunspot. Dust hovers lazily in the air, heralding a Sunday occupied by chores. The room is still, silent, and kissed by morning rays. Peaceful.

You examine him in the light: tanned skin sparkling gold, plush lips slightly parted, broad chest rising and falling. His hair is pleasantly tousled from sleep. There are patches of silver beginning to thread through his dark brown beard, and in your self-sustaining state of affection, you gently put your lips to one of the patches of skin where hair does not grow. 

Your persistence grows with every second he refuses to wake. It may be a bit petulant, your lips smattering soft kisses across his jaw, beneath his ear, down to his neck and all its veins, but it begins to work. He stirs, groaning softly, turning onto his side and wrapping both arms around your waist. He does all of this without opening his eyes, resting his head on your belly and nuzzling against you as if he could get any closer—sated, for now, his body knowing nothing but the pull toward you. 

You comb your fingers through his messy hair and listen to him breathe while he listens to your heartbeat. 

“It’s ten,” you whisper.

“Hmph,” he says against your belly. He hasn’t opened his eyes yet; if you didn’t know his breathing patterns like they were mapped out in the lines of your palms, you would think he’s still sleeping. 

“We slept in,” you point out. 

Joel gently bumps his forehead into your stomach as if he were banging his head against a wall. “Shit,” he grumbles. 

You laugh as his moustache tickles your skin. “Do you want to get up now?”

Another grunt, accompanied by a shake of his head. Big, strong arms pull you closer. 

“I’ll make you breakfast,” you coo, stroking his hair away from his face. “Eggs… bacon… coffee…”

Joel presses his lips to your belly. “Don’t go takin’ my job, now,” he says, his voice groggy with disuse. “No girl of mine’s gonna run around gettin’ her own damn coffee.”

“Hmm. Means you have to move, Romeo.” 

This earns a playful smack to the side of your thigh, his big, callused hand kneading your flesh while he wakes himself up with mouthfuls of your scent—linen and vanilla—and gulps down the sunlight glowing on your skin. 

“Never mind,” you sigh, dreamy and complacent under his attention. 

His eyes finally crack open, peering up at you, honey-brown pools touched by the golden light. He rests his chin on your belly and keeps his arms wrapped around your hips. His fingers trace shapes up and down your lower back. “You got a honey-do list?” he asks with a crooked grin.

Your tongue wets your bottom lip. “That depends. Can I get you to mow the lawn without a shirt on?”

“What do I get if I do?” he teases, his hand moving to your hip, contouring his hand to the shape of you. 

You lift a brow, easing your legs apart underneath his body, letting him feel the warmth between your thighs. Like a moth to the goddamn flame, his eyes wide and eager, Joel crawls down your body with his mouth on your belly. Pausing just above your naked cunt, he blows cool air onto your clit and watches you squirm. 

“After,” you gasp. “After chores, honey. We’ll never get up if we start now.”

“Don’t think I can make my woman come in good time?” he challenges, his palms keeping your thighs spread. Your pretty pussy glistens before his eyes, better than any fuckin’ breakfast. He begins to salivate.

Your head falls back into the pillows. “I never said that.”

Joel isn’t listening anymore. He kneads your thighs as he peers at you above your belly, your tits, to the curve of your jaw as you lie comfortably. Good. His baby ain’t about to get herself worked up on a Sunday morning. 

He lowers his face just enough to let you feel his lashes tickling your lower belly, and you giggle his name, the sound pure adrenaline to his blood. You're so soft and supple under his fingers, moulding to his touch, letting him take care of you. You may be in charge of him, but this is where he takes control. 

He presses a soft kiss to your clit and you sigh, your head turning toward the direction of the sun. It warms your face while your husband slides his tongue through your wet slit, lazily and sleepily, as though he's operating on instinct alone. Gathering up your wetness on his tongue, he groans, his fingers dimpling your thighs. 

“Taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs. “Fuckin’ made for me.”

“Oh, God,” you whisper, your eyes fluttering. “Baby…”

That sweet little whine is poison. He cannot do anything but continue to drink you down, flicking his tongue against your clit. He's a sucker and he's always been. Your pretty fuckin’ smile from across the bar that first night; your tight black dress and the too-sweet cocktail you smooth-talked him into ordering that had his adenoids prickling; your instinct for sensing others’ troubles and your uncanny ability to make them feel like they have none at all. He never stood a chance. 

He knows for a goddamn fact every man in the bar that night wanted to do to you what Joel is doing now: lapping up your juices with his tongue, spit mingling with arousal, warming his body between your thighs under the watch of the mid-morning sun. But he got you. Joel. He bought you a drink and he took you on a date. He got to taste your pretty pussy and he got to sit you on his dick—after the second date, that is. 

He's the one who gets to wake up with you, share matching gold bands around your fingers, kiss you freely. As far as he's concerned, he's the luckiest guy on the fuckin’ planet. 

He feels particularly green when your back arches, your lips parting around his name, relishing in the feeling of his mouth on your clit. You're unashamed to take pleasure, never shy about telling him Oh, fuck, yes! Right there, honey! Joel, yes, that feels so good, baby. 

Joel preens with pride. His hot tongue glides over your clit, smooth and wet, easily coaxing you to a languid high. The golden spotlight through the curtains shines on you. You're the starlet and he's the adoring fan. From the first day, he knew he'd do anything to make you notice him. 

“This wasn’t your first bar fight, was it?”

Plucking pieces of glass out of his bloodied knuckles, you looked up through your lashes at Joel, who had been staring at you since you sat him down in the bathroom. Okay—a little longer than that. 

He shook his head. 

You just smiled at him and gently shook your head. About as much reproach as he would get. “This might sting. Just hold on tight if you need to.” 

“Like the sound of that,” he said quietly, and if you heard, you didn't comment. You guided his hand under the warm water and washed the rest of the blood from his knuckles, gently smoothing the pads of your fingers over his rough worker’s hands. Capable, you thought, idly watching the blood swirl into the drain. He barely winced when you put his hand under. 

“Wanna tell me why you did it?” you asked him, your tone soothing and sweet. 

Joel shrugged. Big, broad shoulders. Humbly strong, until someone made him show it. “Ain't manly to touch a woman like that.”

You lifted your brows. “But it's manly to beat the shit out of the guy who touched her?”

Joel studied your face. Cherry-red lip gloss. Gently flushed cheeks from a healthy couple drinks. The instinctual rise and fall of your chest as you breathed, the lighting shifting gently over your collarbones. It was fascinating just to watch you breathe. Even cleaning his bloody knuckles, you slowly circled the pad of your thumb over the back of his hand, like an innate urge to comfort. Your eyes had an old wisdom to them; a particular gleam a person gained when they were familiar with the hardships life had to offer. 

He wanted to ask you. He wanted to know everything. He wanted to do more than beat up some asshole who thought he could get away with pinching your ass. 

But he would earn it. A real man earned what he got. 

“Didn’t beat the shit out of him. Just roughed him up,” he says. 

He watched you bite down on a smile. “You're a little twisted, Joel.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, eyes flicking to your dewy lips, coated with that gloss. “Think so?”

“Yeah.” You licked your bottom lip and he wondered if you tasted like cherries. “But I'm going to ask you on a date anyway.”

Your fingers curl in Joel’s messy hair, making him groan into your pussy. “Oh, baby,” you gasp, cracking your heavy eyes open to watch him lap at you, practically petting his hair away from his face as his big brown eyes remain fixed to yours. 

He purrs, suckling your clit between his lips, his eyes eagerly drinking in the sight of your flushed, tightening body. Making you come is one thing. Watching it is another. Your back arches and your fingers pull on his hair. Scalp prickling, Joel grips your thighs tighter. He’d let you peel away pounds of his flesh if it made you happy. He’d go eagerly to the grave knowing he had put some good into the world, put some light in your eyes. 

“Joel, I’m… I’m coming—ah!” you cry, your thighs squeezing his head, your sensitive clit pulsing under his tongue as your pussy contracts around itself, seeking something nice and big to grasp onto. His cock is aching, his hips grinding idly against the mattress for relief, his head fuzzy from the pleasure of making you feel good. Your body slowly melts into the bed, your limbs twitching as the tension in your muscles loosens, your lips parted permanently around his name. 

Eyes drooping and teary, you try to find him between your thighs, gently stroking his hair away from his face as it begins to fall into his big brown eyes. “Need a haircut,” you croak.

Joel hums, his head listing to the side, using your soft thigh as a pillow. He nips you playfully, your skin a golden path he intends to follow to the end. His hands caress your hips, helping you come down to Earth. You admire the delectable convex slope of his nose, the way it curves deliciously against your skin when he kisses, bites, inhales. He’s freckled and indented with the signifiers of a lived-in life; a good life. His is a likeness you could trace with your eyes closed. 

It’s eleven o’clock, and your stomach begins to grumble. 

Joel chuckles, pressing a long kiss to your belly. “Gettin’ up now,” he says. “Promise.”

He pulls on a pair of sweatpants, tucking his hard cock away to be dealt with later. Padding down the stairs, Joel is quick to tend to your needs, putting on a fresh pot of coffee. After so long together, his mind operates on autopilot, steering him from the cupboard to the refrigerator and back to the steaming pot, occupied with the menial task of making a good cup. The gentle clinking scrape of the spoon as he stirs your milk into the cup wakes him up until he feels practically revitalised. He keeps his coffee black.

He hears the soft tread of your feet behind him, feels the warmth of your body as you crowd his space, smiles at the way you smooth your palms over the planes of his muscled back in unadulterated admiration. His shoulders are wide, tapering down to the soft belly you’ve nurtured through years of cooking. He’s sturdy and strong and all yours. The sight of him always makes you a bit giddy. 

“So handsome,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing your face between his shoulder blades. The buffed claws of his woodsy pine scent hook into the spaces between your ribs. 

Joel lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses the wedding band on your finger, the engagement ring above it. “Sit down, baby. Coffee’s ready.”

You grin against his back, nudging your nose into his tanned skin. “Mmm. That sounds good. But I wanna stay here. ‘s nice and warm.” 

“Girl of my dreams,” Joel murmurs, reaching around his back and patting your ass. “C’mon, I’ll keep you warm.”

You grumble your way to the little circular table in the kitchen, tucked into the alcove at the front window. It’s a souvenir from your parents' garage sale when they decided to sell their home and move to Austin. As a girl, you’d draw, scratch, and paint on that table, endlessly entertaining yourself by marking things up. Even now, there are remnants of your childhood in the worn grooves and chipped varnish. It fits nicely into your home, perfectly suited to two. It could even fit one more. 

You ruminate as you watch Joel carry two mugs to the table. He knows which cup is your favourite: green ceramic decorated with tiny flowers, perfectly contoured to the shape and size of your hands, warming your palms just nicely between sips. Joel’s mug shows its age: white but slightly yellowed from years of use, bigger than yours. The steam of the coffee gently curls into the air, a dance of silvery ribbons in lock-step. They twist together as you purse your lips and blow. The rich, smooth caramel hue of your coffee contrasts the tar-black of Joel’s. 

Since you dragged yourself out of bed on shaky legs, you shrugged on the navy T-shirt he tossed aside last night to give his greedy wife access to his chest. You'd carved some decent marks into his skin, now that you're properly looking: tiny bruises sharpening to purple, faint pinkish scratch marks that you don't remember making. 

“Baby, I don’t mind,” he says, watching you scan his chest with a frown creasing your brow. 

“But it looks painful, honey. You should let me—”

“You don’t gotta do anything,” says Joel, “‘cept come over here.”

Your brows lift coyly, your body sliding out of the chair and into his lap, legs bracketing his strong thighs. His hand finds a home on your lower back, bunching the hem of his shirt up to find your ass bare, your wet cunt sitting nice and pretty on his hard cock. You gasp when the generous length meets your puffy clit with heavy pressure. “Joel…” 

Your voice is a mere whimper, a soft little plea for more, or for mercy. Joel’s always had better restraint than you. 

“Warmer now?” he asks, like a real arrogant asshole, slipping his hand under the shirt on your body and splaying his fingers over your ribcage, thumb grazing the underside of your breast. 

You do feel warmer, crushed up against him like this. You reach behind you and grab your coffee mug, taking a small sip. Your other hand winds around his neck and scratches the tousled hair at the nape of his neck. Joel hums, leaning close, nuzzling his face between your tits. 

“Gimme the list,” he says, voice muffled. 

You keep on stroking his hair and drinking your coffee between list items. “Mow the lawn. Clean out the eavestrough. Fix the sink.”

“Hmm, easy work,” he says, his other hand sliding up and down your back. It makes you melt into him even more, giving him the chance to tease a nipple between his teeth through the fabric of your shirt. You huff, wiggling your hips, but he's a brick wall. He does not budge. “Gimme yours, baby.”

You recall the items on your own list. “Vacuum the house. Go for groceries. Touch up the paint on the front door. Do the laundry. Cook dinner. Cut your hair,” you add with a playful smile. 

Joel frowns against your chest, pulling back to look up into your eyes like a grumpy, needy dog. “You put all that down for yourself?”

You try to placate him with a kiss on his nose. “You work so hard, sweetie. I could use some hard labour once in a while.”

Joel shakes his head. “You aren’t doin’ all that by yourself.”

“No?” You lift your brows. “Wanna buy it off me, Mr. Miller?”

“I’ll win ‘em from you,” he says, tilting his head back to kiss your jaw. “Name the price.”

You bite your lip and chase his mouth, plush and soft under that dark moustache. “I’ll think on that. Meantime, you can get to work on that lawn while I watch from the comfort of the front porch. That sound fair?”

Joel’s old Southern values rear up every now and then, imparted by his mother and his father’s mother before. Putting in an honest day’s work will make his wife comfortable and happy. He doesn't want you lifting a finger around this home if he's perfectly capable of doing the job himself. He works with his hands all day, gets dirty and sweaty. You shouldn't have to—not when you work so damn hard every other day of the week. 

Joel nips your chin. “Fine. But I ain’t gonna forget that I owe you.”

“Wouldn't dream of it, baby.”

Joel finishes his coffee, but you take your time with yours, changing into a short blue sundress while Joel, regrettably, puts a pair of jeans and a shirt on. Curling your legs up on the porch swing, you watch your man start the lawnmower, enthralled by the rippling of his back muscles with every pull. You know that some of it’s for show—knowing you're watching makes him want to impress you. Sometimes, he's still the man with the teenaged crush on the girl, doing everything he can and going out of his way to make you smile. It works. 

He’s methodical: making lines up and down the lawn, shearing away the too-long blades of grass under the motor. As sweat begins to bloom under his collar and his brow, he wipes his forehead with his forearm and you lick your lips, saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of running your tongue all over his strong, naked body. Jesus. You finish off your coffee and force your eyes away from your husband for a moment. It isn't too hot from where you sit on the wraparound porch, but your chest feels sticky. 

You rush inside to fill up a glass of water for him, hastily scrubbing your mug clean and putting it back in the cupboard. Maybe you should be occupying yourself with your chores today; you worry nothing will get done if you continue to watch him work in the Texas sun. 

He’s just finishing when you shoulder your way back outside, his neck glistening with sweat and golden noon-hour light, warm and tempting. You set the glass on the railing and wait for him to come your way, squeezing your thighs together as your eyes trail up and down his body. 

He's always been a capable man, broad and tall—so good at his job that he was offered a promotion after a few months. But it isn't just his strength or his doggedness when it comes to getting his work done. It's the way he’s so eager to finish things, to check off the items on your list, to please you. He frowns at the idea of you doing too much work. He parades you around town with a puffed-up chest, as if to announce, This is my wife. I’m her husband and I’m fucking proud. He takes your pleasure so seriously that it feels like a competitive sport—always outdoing himself, always striving for more. He loves selflessly, and yet he loves just selfishly enough to make sure the world knows you're his. 

He’ll be a good daddy.  

You glance down at your belly and let yourself picture it: swollen and round, ballooning big enough to fit a new life inside. You imagine smoothing your hand over a growing bump, Joel’s warm palms feeling the undulating kicks of a little baby inside, half of him and half of you. You picture back aches and swelling feet and insatiable cravings and expended energy. And not a part of it deters you. Not a speck of your willpower wavers, the way it would have mere months ago. 

Something has changed. It may have been gradual and it may have been sudden. But it's new, all the same. It’s been this way since a week ago, when you looked in your nightstand at your little pink pill organiser labelled by weekday, and decided: No more.

Watching Joel make his way back to you, shielding his eyes from the light, you idly place your hand on your belly. Something new. A welcome change, you think, to have someone new sitting at our little table. 

Joel climbs up the steps to the porch and gulps down the glass of water. “Thank you, baby,” he says, wiping his mouth. Your lips part as if to taste the air around him, to chew, to savour, relishing the richness. 

Your pupils expand, taking in more of him, and Joel notices, placing a rough hand over yours where it rests on your belly. “You’re lost in thought, honey. Wanna tell me what's in that pretty head?”

“Just…” Your tongue wets your bottom lip. “Thank you for doing that. I know it's a big job.”

“Ain’t nothin’,” says Joel, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Got any idea how I can win those chores off you?”

Hands grasping your hips, sliding over your sweat-slick spine, saccharine noises slipping from your throat onto your tongue and out into the open air. Fingers imprinting permanent fixtures into your ribs. The heady weight of his big, fat cock wrenching you open, as it always does, slow until it isn't anymore. Desperation kicking in, a switch flipped, pummeling and brutal and unforgiving. Uncompromising. Hips pressed flush to your ass, nothing spilling out. Not a drop. 

Everything sealed in tight as promises are exchanged as whispers in the dark. 

“I want you to put a baby in me.”

All right. You could have been more delicate about it. Not precisely how you wanted to approach the topic, but it seems to get the job done. 

Looking down at you, Joel slowly lowers the empty glass, mouth opening as he searches for words. “What?”

There’s no point in shyness or hesitation. You know your body, your mind, your heart. You thread your fingers through Joel’s and let them stay connected over your stomach. “I want you to give me a baby, Joel Miller,” you say softly, your gaze locked to his. “That's my price.”

Joel swallows thickly, his mouth still gaping. “I heard you,” he rasps. “Just… you… you mean it?”

You try not to melt over the tone of his voice: low, bordering on desperate, wanting. There’s hunger in the sound of it. “We’ve talked about it,” you offer, conciliatory. “Lots of times.”

“Yeah, we have.” Joel steps closer, his eyes dipping from your eyes to your mouth, your throat and collarbones, to your belly. His hand flexes. “You gotta be sure. You gotta know it's what you want.”

You cup his face and give him your best smile. It's the sort of smile he remembers from the very first night you met. The sort of person who is unashamed to show their joy on their face. “Honey, I want it all with you.” Your fingers squeeze his. “We’ve waited so long and I don’t want to wait anymore.”

His ears are ringing. All Joel can do is sweep you into his arms and grin into your throat, his hand firm on the back of your head, curling around a fistful of hair. “Girl of my fuckin’ dreams,” he mumbles against your skin. “I’ll make you a momma. Give you just what you want. Everything you want.”

As you close your eyes and open your ears to his ramblings, your erratic heartbeat settles. Serenity finds the pair of you, locked together on your front porch, and the next part of your life begins. 

“Don’t think this gets us out of doing chores,” you tease. 

“You aren’t gonna lift a goddamn finger,” says Joel fiercely, his lips still littering kisses all over your neck. “You’re havin’ a baby.”

“Honey, I’m not pregnant yet,” you laugh. “I don't need to get all lazy right away.”

“Yeah, you do, and you will. I’m gonna make you the laziest momma in Texas,” says Joel, smiling into your throat, the scratch of his moustache making you dizzy with laughter. “Gonna look so fuckin’ beautiful with a baby in you. Gonna glow like a goddamn firefly. Shit, we need to paint the spare room. I need to build a crib, get time off work—”

“Joel,” you coo, scratching your nails up and down the back of his neck. “We’ll have time to do all of that.”

He pulls back to look down at you, eyes so buttery-soft in the shade of the porch that you impulsively reach for his cheek and run your fingers through his patchy beard. “What’s next on my list?” he asks, holding you around the waist. 

You tap your fingers gently against his cheek as you recite each item over again. Joel’s arms tighten, pulling you closer, pupils widening. 

“And then what?” he says gruffly.  

You beam, and he's so fucking in love that he may keel over, doubled by the intensity of his affection. “And then, you're going to take me to bed and put a baby in me.”

This phenomenon should be studied: how quickly Joel Miller speeds through his chores when he has enough incentive. The anticipation of bending you over on the mattress and wringing every drop of cum from his balls until your stomach swells drives each flick of his hand as he touches up the forest-green paint on the front door, weathered slightly by morning sunlight over the years. The image of his hips pressed flushed to you as he grinds deep, spilling his cum into your womb and forcing it to take, motivates every turn of the steering wheel as he drives you to the grocery store in his clunky Chevy. 

He’ll need to drive to Benny’s, get the suspension fixed up; no way in hell he's going to let his pregnant wife sit on the old bench of a bumpy pickup truck, not with the speed bumps dotting the neighbourhood. At least there's a good preschool nearby. He pictures taking his baby to school and he preemptively feels the inevitable first swoop of dread into his gut knowing he'll have to watch his little girl disappear behind those doors. He knows, somehow, that it’ll be a girl. There's not a doubt in his mind. 

“What are you thinkin’ about?” you ask him, playing with his fingers as he holds your thigh. Joel is a great driver; he steers so easily, one palm sliding smoothly over the wheel, his eyes alert and his speed under control. It’s a little sexy, and it makes you antsy from where you sit on the bench. Sure, there are chores to do and there’s dinner to make, but it’s getting harder to push your innate needs to the back of your mind. You don't know if you can wait all day to get him inside you. 

“Names,” he says. “Got lots of ideas.”

“Yeah? Fire away.” 

“Well, I like Eleanor. Good, strong, classic name, y’know? Little wordy, maybe. Then there's Mary, Marie, Hannah, and I can tell you don't like any of ‘em,” he finishes with a laugh, squeezing your thigh. Your silence has always been a tell.

“They're very sweet names,” you concede, “but they don't feel like my baby.” 

Joel’s hand slides up to your belly and warms you beneath your dress. “Maybe we’ll feel it,” he says, “when we make her.”

“Think it’ll happen on the first try?” you wonder aloud, watching the scenery whiz by outside. It's a sunny, temperate day for Austin. You think about taking your baby for a walk, lounging lazily in a stroller while you say words that fall on deaf ears, but will resonate in due time nonetheless. You think about a little girl that will cling hard to her daddy’s leg when she gets scared of the storms outside, the way you did when you were little. You think about long nights shushing your sweet baby girl to sleep, about those same nights spent nestled into Joel’s body, the three of you dozing idly on the sofa. A unit. 

“If it doesn’t, I’ll just have to try again.” You watch his fingers creep back down between your legs and snap the waistband of your panties. 

You smack his hand. “If you keep playin’, Mr. Miller, you're gonna have to take me right here, in this truck. You want to give your wife a bad back?”

Joel grunts, patting your thigh. “Dirty play.”

“That's what I thought.”

Back at home, Joel vacuums the house while you manage, some-fuckin’-how, to convince him to let you do the laundry. He fishes debris and runoff out of the eavestrough, then gets down on his bad knees to tighten the plumbing underneath the sink. 

“Let me help, sweetie. At least hand you a wrench or something. You'll hurt your back again.”

“I got it,” he grunts from under the sink. “Just a loose pipe. I’m peachy.”

You just sigh and let him carry on, the stubborn bastard. When he stands, the job done, he lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and you get a generous glimpse of his belly, the trail of dark hair directing your gaze down, down—

“Joel?” you squeak, wringing your hands together. 

He drops the shirt back over his abdomen and steps closer. “Yeah, baby?”

“Are you, um… Are you hungry?” 

He understands the particular glint in your eye, the telltale widening of your pupils, the hollow of your throat dipping as you swallow, your lashes fluttering gently. Blood surges down to his cock and it begins to fill out his jeans at the thought of taking what he's waited for all day. “No,” he says, licking his bottom lip. You eye every minute movement with meticulous precision. “Think dinner can wait.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” you say, crowding him and tugging at the hem of his shirt. He watches you prowl slowly toward him, gaze locked to the heady pull of your eyes. His cock twitches with a vested interest in the body now pressed up against him. Joel cannot look away from the siren now calling him to sea. 

“That so?” he rasps, bunching the fabric of your dress so it rides up your hip and gives him a good look at your panties. “You dressed up all pretty today. For me?”

You're as coy as a flirtatious schoolgirl, trailing your fingers up and down his muscled bicep. “Always for you.”

“That’s right, baby. You like me lots, don't you?”

“Mmm, I do,” you purr, your hand sliding up his abdomen to his chest, admiring the hard planes of his strong body. “So handsome, strong, generous…” You get lost in your exploration, eyes dipping to his throat, your lips instinctively seeking the delectable vein that pulses with every beat of his heart. “Such a good man. Gonna be such a good daddy.”

Joel’s breath shudders out of him when he feels your soft, warm mouth on his neck, indulging in the taste of him. “Jesus,” he croaks, gripping your hips hard. “Jesus, honey, you gotta go easy on me. Lemme take it slow—”

—or I swear to God, I’ll blow a load in my jeans. 

“You wanna undress me?” you say, like a real fucking tease, pulling away and tugging playfully at the straps of your dress. Joel’s nostrils flare, and he’s walking you back into the wall, cupping the back of your head to protect it, and slanting his mouth over yours. 

He’s salty with the sweat that drips from his temples and he still smells of fresh-cut grass. He’s all Joel, all yours, the first gulp of air you breathe in when you wake and the last sigh you exhale before you sleep. 

You moan into his mouth as he parts your lips and dips his tongue between them to taste yours. You taste like mint and coffee and he clutches you tighter, wrinkling the fabric of your pretty little dress in his fist. The sunlight filters through the windows, intrusive, bleeding into the moment as if taking a snapshot. Joel kisses you so deeply that your throat feels stained with the gasps of breath you exchange. 

You're sweet enough that it makes him ache, bending your back to fit you to him, craving more. Closeness is not enough—he needs possession. 

Joel’s kisses are bruising, unforgiving, merciless, but they are also slow, careful. He isn't sloppy; he does precisely what must be done to get you riled. And when he breaks away, his forehead resting against yours, you tug his hair with a pitiful whine. 

“I wasn't done,” you tell him. 

Joel pouts, mocking. Fingers pull at the straps of your dress until you're watching it pool at your feet. His big hands find your tits immediately, squeezing out all his frustrations, tweaking your nipples and lowering his mouth to your throat. 

Your fingers curl into his hair, glueing him to you while he marks your throat, sucking blood to the surface, retribution for the hickeys all over his chest. His warm palms explore your tits the way he likes, and you curve into him, giving him all the access he wants. “Joel, honey—”

Your voice is nectar, warmth from a fire on the Fourth of July, the stomach-cramping laughter around the flame. Joel groans, blindly searching for your hand with his face still nuzzled in your throat, sucking a particularly aggressive bruise that you’ll scold him for later. But he threads his fingers through yours and feels the cool kiss of your twin wedding bands, and your sweet, wispy sighs have him grinding absently against your thigh. You don't have half the mind to get mad at him for a goddamn thing. 

He pulls away with a great yank of his self-restraint, still holding your hand. “C’mon, baby.”

You follow dutifully, staring up at your husband with the same moony eyes you gave him on your wedding day. The third stair creaks a bit, the way it always does. The bedroom door is first on the left, and it's a good fucking thing, because Joel can't wait any longer. 

He walks you to the edge of the bed, stalking, a predator on prey, focused solely on his task. “Goddamn beautiful,” he says to himself, scanning your mostly-naked body and feeling his eyes droop in arousal. 

“Think so?” Your hand drops between your bodies and palms his erection over his jeans. “Yeah, you really think so.”

His nostrils flare. “Sit.”

You lower yourself onto the mattress, primly placing your hands on your thighs and straightening your spine. Joel hums appreciatively, approaching you and slotting himself between your legs. There's a dark wet spot pooling in your panties. “Sweet thing. So needy all fuckin’ day.”

“So were you” is your retort, packing little punch due to the way you push your tits toward him like a fucking whore. 

Joel presses his big, warm hand to your sternum. “Remember what you said to me the first time I got you in bed?”

“‘Let’s go again’?”

“The other thing.”

“'Let me suck your dick’?”

“Try again, baby.”

“‘Wrong hole’?”

Joel snorts, shaking his head. “Goddamn smartass,” he mutters. “Told me you wanted me from that first night. Told me you woulda let me fuck you against that bathroom mirror.”

His hand begins to move, rolling your nipple between his fingers like a cigarette, playing with you the way he likes. “Said you’d let me do whatever I wanted,” Joel says quietly, not meeting your eyes, transfixed by the way your body seeks the touch he gives you. “That still true?”

“I meant it then, and I mean it now,” you tell him, pulling your lip between your teeth. “I’m yours, Joel Miller.”

He tilts his head slightly, satisfied. “You got somethin’ you wanna ask me?”

You hook a finger in his belt loop. “Can you get naked now?”

He laughs, guiding your hand to the buckle on his belt. “Go on. Do what you wanna do, baby.”

He belongs to you. He’s yours to mould the way you want. 

Your fingers do away with his belt, whipping it out of the loops and hanging it around your neck. Joel’s hands flex at his sides as you toy with the hem of his shirt, bringing it slowly up his torso with your palms flat to his tanned skin. 

You imagine you're sculpting him like clay, bringing your hands over the contours and admiring the work when all is done. It’s the artist’s pride of finishing the work and none of the self-reproach when something comes out wrong, because it’s Joel, and wrong becomes negligible. 

You bring the shirt over his head with his assistance, lifting his arms for you, tossing the thing aside with little care. His eyes haven't once wavered from you. Next are his jeans, the scrape of his zipper and the delectable anticipation of hooking your fingers in the waistband and guiding them slowly down his hips. 

His cock springs forward, thick and heavy and so hard it must ache, as you shuck his jeans down with his boxers. He grunts above you, his cock bobbing at the sight of your pretty lips parting. But you don’t take him into your mouth. You grasp the base of his cock and gently nuzzle your cheek against his length. Something like a strangled whimper leaves his throat. 

“Baby,” he chokes. 

“Yes, honey?” you say sweetly, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Jesus,” he says through his teeth. “You’re so fuckin' sexy. Fuck.”

You hum, slowly stroking your hand up and down as your tongue darts out to lick his balls. Joel’s hips stutter, his hand flying out to catch himself on the bedpost. “Goddamn. Jesus—”

Your coy smile knocks him askew, your lips pursing as you spit on the head of his cock, spreading your own saliva around the tip with your thumb. “I just wanna thank you”—a soft kiss to the tip has a rumbling groan crawling out of his throat—“for everything you do for me. I just want you to know how much I love you.”

Joel exhales hard, struggling to remember how breathing works when he's got his wife playing with his cock like it's your favourite toy. “How much do you love me?” he demands. 

You wrap your fingers around the head of his cock and twist your hand up and down his shaft in a couple slow strokes. You're driving him fucking crazy. His vision is whiting out. 

“I love you,” you purr, licking a broad stripe up the underside of his length. Joel’s chest is heaving with the effort of holding back. “Love you so much. Love you enough to make you a daddy.”

Joel caves, threading his fingers through your hair at the nape of your neck and stroking his thumb along your jaw. “Fuck, baby. Please…”

“Do you love me?” Batting your lashes, you scatter measured kisses from his tip to the base, teasingly licking his balls. 

“Christ, I—” His hips jut forward instinctively. “I love you. Fuckin’ love you, baby.”

You flick your tongue against his slit and relish his groan, revelling in the sight of his flushed chest, his pink cheeks, the sweat on his brow. His jaw is tense, his nostrils flaring. He’s trying not to take control. 

You slap his cock twice on your tongue and finally take it past your lips, sealing your mouth over the head. Joel moans, white-knuckling the bedpost, his other hand now stroking your hair. You fondle his balls in your free hand while the other grips him at the base, and he’s going to come embarrassingly soon if you keep looking up at him this way. 

Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock while your lips seal tight, greedily suckling at his tip. Oversensitive, skin prickling with salty sweat, Joel practically breathes through his teeth. “Gonna kill me,” he manages. “You’re gonna kill me, honey.”

“Mmmm,” you reply, happily taking him deeper, his length sliding along the warm wetness of your tongue. Joel’s fingers tighten in your hair. 

“Fuuuuck. You love this cock.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Love takin' me into your mouth like a little slut.”

“Mmmmph,” you agree, pushing your tits out. 

His hand drifts down to the belt hanging around your neck and he wraps his fist around both ends, tugging so you’re forced to take him deeper. You splutter, breathing hard through your nose, your arousal dripping onto the mattress. 

The sloppy sounds of your mouth working his cock send his head spinning. Drool dribbles from the corners of your lips, your eyes squeezing black tears from dewy lashes. And when you take him down your throat, the sound of your choked moan leaves Joel with little choice but to pull out before he comes. 

You whine, squeezing your thighs together. He swipes his thumb underneath your eye and shows you the black smudge from your mascara. “Doesn't take much to get you cryin’. You like me that much?”

You bite your bottom lip and beam up at him. “Did I do okay?”

Your faux-innocence makes his dick twitch in your face, and you flick your tongue out to lick at the tip once more. Joel grunts, grasping his belt and tossing it away. 

“‘Did I do okay,’” he murmurs, tweaking your nipple between his fingers. “Got no idea after all these years. No idea what you do to me.”

“I just wanna take care of my man. He works so hard, you know, keeping me safe and happy.” You run your hand over his soft belly, the trail of hair that leads down to his cock. “He’s always liked to give me things.”

Joel backs you farther up the bed and crawls over your body, lowering his head to bury his face in your throat. You smell fresh and sweet as vanilla, and when he playfully bites into your skin, your saplike laugh has him grinding helplessly against your thigh. 

He loves to give—always has. It’s all he knows. It took a long while for you to get him to unlearn some of his blind selflessness, to let you take control sometimes and care for him instead. Your Joel provides; he does not take. And the prospect of getting to give his wife a baby is turning him to putty in your hands. By the time he gets to work, he’ll be dead-set on his task, hard-pressed to pull out of you. He’ll want to get the job done on his first try, refusing to see you upset if the test comes back negative, but the id will still scratch and claw for another chance to fill you up. 

Joel sucks a hickey into your neck and soothes the mark with his tongue, the slow, soft pleasure compounded by the way his warm body covers you, your fingers carding through his locks. 

Your voice oozes, honeyed, down his spine. “I love you, Joel.”

He squeezes his eyes shut and crushes his nose in your throat, his hand smoothing down your hair. “I love you.”

“You want to make a baby?”

He rears back slightly, his nose bumping against yours. “Yeah. I really fuckin’ do.”

You grin, lacing your fingers together at the back of his neck. “Will you fuck me? Please?”

Joel brushes his thumb across your chin. “Use your words.”

“I want to be a mom, Joel.” You give him a long, gooey stare, eyes warm and soft as running water. A look like that will make a man give you the goddamn galaxy. 

He nods, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth. “I know, baby. I’ll help you. Hands and knees, now.”

The gentle direction moulds your body to the shape of the words. You go easily, your back arching as you rest your weight on your forearms and spread your thighs. The bed dips behind you as Joel settles in, his hands grasping your ass and making you jump. 

Your body trembles with excitement. You’re going to be a mom. He's going to get you pregnant. You feel dizzy, bending deeper at the hips and shaking your ass at him, deluded with your own arousal. 

But Joel doesn't fuck you right away. No, he bumps up against the backs of your thighs, warm hands branding your skin, and rubs two fingers over the wet spot darkening your panties. 

“I do this to you?” he says smugly. 

“You know damn well—”

“Wanna hear you say it.” The no-nonsense command triggers a submissive response. “Who did this to you?”

Your body melts against him, presenting your pussy to him like a needy whore. “You, Joel. It’s you, baby. Only you.”

Your babbling makes him squeeze handfuls of your ass, spreading your asscheeks apart to get a good glimpse of the way your pussy drools into your panties. Shuffling backward and lowering himself to his knees on the floor, Joel’s tongue darts out and licks you through your underwear. 

“Ohh, fuck!” you gasp. “Joel…”

He hums, tasting your tang through the fabric and finding your puffy clit, sucking gently. You cry out, your fingers grasping the sheets, and Joel moves your panties aside to slather his spit all over your dripping pussy. The languorous movements of his tongue are indulgent, achingly slow; he loves the taste of you as much as you enjoy having his mouth on your cunt. 

“Oh my God, Joel… fuck, honey, please—!”

Your thighs are trembling as you struggle to hold yourself up, the strokes of his tongue turning your muscles to soup. He stops to take your panties off, guiding them off your legs, and by now, you're so wet that your juices glisten halfway down your thighs. Joel dives back in and licks up the rivulets of arousal from your skin, all the way back up to your weeping hole. 

“So goddamn sweet,” he grumbles, kneading your ass in his hands as he flicks his tongue over your clit a few more times. 

“Joel, I’m…” You’re drooling, grinding pathetically into his face, already close to an orgasm, and he isn't fucking letting up. 

He wants you as wet and needy as possible, his own cock leaking onto the bedsheets at the prospect of sliding into your creamy pussy. 

Your cheeks burn and your muscles lock as Joel makes out with your pussy, his tongue laving over your pearl in slow, aching circles. He drowns in the pleasure of making you feel good. He soaks himself in kerosene and lights the match. 

“Oh, fuck!” Your thighs shake around his head and your toes curl, ears ringing with the force of your high. Grasping feebly at the bedsheets, you try not to list, but Joel isn’t fucking stopping, cleaning you up with his tongue like you're a piece of goddamn pie. 

His fingers dig into your ass, rapacious as his mouth, and you climb high to a space that transcends the sky, feeling nothing but the linen underneath and the man above, softly kissing your poor, used clit. 

He doesn’t let up until you reach back and gently shove his head away, grasping his damp curls. “Baby, let me rest,” you gasp, “just for a second.”

Regretfully, he pulls away, pressing a kiss to each knob of your spine, dragging his nose up your back. “‘m so fuckin’ lucky,” he murmurs against your skin. 

“Lucky you didn’t kill me.” You laugh breathlessly, your hips already sore from keeping your ass in the air. 

“Makin’ sure you’re ready,” he says innocently, sliding his thick fingers through your slit. You gasp, trying to escape his grasp despite yourself. He just clicks his tongue in reproach. “Nuh-uh, baby. You're gonna stay right here, let me make it good for you. Hmm? Wanna feel good?”

You nod your head frantically. “Yeah, yeah, I do. Wanna be good.”

“Mmm, now, you know that ain't your job tonight,” he says in a mock scold. In the meantime, his fingers soak themselves in your wetness. “Don't think you're ready for me yet.”

“No! No, I’m ready,” you pant, grinding against his erection. Joel grunts, holding your hip in place. “Baby, please, I’m ready for you. Need you so badly.”

“Shhh, sweetheart. I'll give you what you need. Just be patient.” Hands smooth over your ass, between your thighs, and then two fingers are teasing your hole. Joel tilts his head to watch the way he spreads your folds wide. “Gonna fill this up.”

A strangled noise spills from your mouth, your cheeks burning hot at the way he exposes you so tenderly. “Please,” you croak, hiding your face in the crook of your elbow. 

He grasps himself and teases the already-wet head of his cock over your pussy, spurting precum onto your hole. “You want a baby?” he asks, low and dark. You luxuriate in the velvet-soft tone. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want a baby,” you whisper, “please. Please give me a baby.”

He readies himself at your tight cunt and the excitement briefly overcomes him, forcing his hips forward and pushing past the wet, gummy seal of your pussy. You gasp, held in place by his hand on your hip. 

“What. Do. You. Want?”

“I want to make you a daddy!” you sob. “I want to have your baby and make you a daddy.”

“You want to be a momma?” he says through his teeth, tunnel vision narrowing his focus to the way he slowly guides himself into you, wrenching you open. At this angle, with how wet you are, the glide is delicious, white-hot, his balls heavy with the need to empty inside you. “That it? Want everyone to know who put a fuckin’ baby in you?”

Your husband is so fucking big, so strong, and the way he pins your body down feels close to primal. “Yes! Yes, Daddy, yes! I want to be a momma. Please give me a baby.”

The words put a chisel to his self-restraint and crack down. He’s gone, baring his teeth, pulling your hips toward him and impaling you on his cock, relishing the give of your tight walls and the way he sits snug against your cervix. You mewl, reaching back to find a purchase on his hip. “Joel, fuck…”

He establishes a punishing pace, driving your body farther up the bed with every thrust. “That’s it,” he groans, sliding his palm up your spine. “Gonna look so goddamn beautiful with a baby in you. You were fuckin’ made to take this cock.”

Your moan is syrupy and pitched low, your cheek buried in the mattress, letting him fill you up again, again, again—

“I’ll get you fuckin’ pregnant,” continues Joel, panting through his words, sweat beading on his brow as he runs his hands over your skin. “Stuff you so goddamn full you'll always feel me.”

“Uhhh!” you moan, fisting the sheets, your body practically folded in half to accommodate your husband’s huge body, his thick cock.

Joel wants this, too—has for a long time. It’s hard not to notice the little details. He places his hand on your belly when he isn't even paying attention, his lips finding the soft skin there when he first wakes in the morning. You knew he would have dropped everything to give you a baby the second you demanded it, but you realise you may have underestimated his need. 

Joel is growling like a dog, sweat dripping from his temples and back pinching with effort as he holds your body close, glueing you to him, his cock reaching deep, deliberate, mind going numb, intent the only tangible feeling he can grasp onto. Intent and the white-hot drag of his cock against your walls. 

You’re going to grow swollen and round with his baby. He will watch your tits grow heavy, your belly bulge, your cheeks take on a ruddy, dewy glow, the telltale mark of his success, his devotion. He’ll wake up every morning wrapped in the scent of your body, your hormones, his palm finding sanctuary on your soft, warm belly. He’ll bury his face in your throat and you’ll smile and the sun will warm the golden spot where a new life grows. 

Fuck, he’ll never let you do laundry again. You could hurt your back. 

Your head spins at the wet slap of his balls against your clit, the obscene squelch of your pussy around his impressive length, the way he grabs at you. He’s greedy, hands mapping each rib, each vertebrae, every curve and contour that makes you. 

Your pussy sucks him in, just as needy, breathless moans and squeals punching out of your throat as you croak out pleas: Joel, baby, please. I want a baby so badly. Wanna have your baby. Please, please, fill me up! And Joel listens, his palm sliding around your waist and down your belly, rubbing your sensitive clit with two fingers. 

A real man gives his wife everything she wants. 

He moans at the feeling of your cunt squeezing him, his fingers wet and insistent against your little clit, coaxing you toward your climax. “C’mon,” he grunts, “come for me, baby. Fuckin’ choke me. Wanna feel it. Come and I’ll give you the baby you want so goddamn bad. C’mon, baby.”

His words seep into your bloodstream, an uncontrollable tremor racking your body, your arms giving out as he bends over you and sinks his teeth into your shoulder. “Ohhhh, God! Oh my—!” 

Joel’s hands squeeze your tits, his entire body covering yours, a warm, protective blanket, slick with sweat and heart thundering against your back. His lips are on your skin, feverishly kissing and nipping. You can’t breathe, can’t move, and it feels so fucking good. You soak his cock, muscles seizing, pinned down by his strong body. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans. “That’s it, baby. Goddamn, keep on squeezin’ me like that. Not gonna leave this tight pussy until you're fuckin’ pregnant.”

“Joelllll,” you whine, your orgasm prolonged by his words, his unrelenting thrusts, the jolt of his balls slapping your clit. “Want it so bad. Wanna give you a baby. Come inside me, please. Please give me your cum, oh, God—”

The broken sound of your voice, weak and raspy, goes straight to his dick, and his balls are pulling up, his head bombarded with the smell of sex, perfume, linen, you. He rests his forehead between your shoulder blades as you milk his cock, turning his thrusts sloppy and desperate. He needs to come. He needs to make it real. 

Your orgasm leaves you pliant and loose in his arms, and he fondles your tits, squeezing them hard in his hands as he pictures them growing, swelling heavy with milk he’ll feed your baby. His baby. Idly, you moan, letting him use your body to get off, his teeth grazing your neck. 

“Gonna come. Gonna fuckin’ fill you up, give you a baby. Gonna—Jesus, goddamn—”

Maybe it's the pent-up frustration of not having come all day. Maybe it's a renewed sense of purpose, knowing he's got a job to do, keeping every drop safe inside you. Maybe it's the sheer fucking excitement of getting to give his wife what he's wanted to put in you for so long. But when he comes, hips flush to your ass, he comes so much, for so long, that the rapid rush of blood from his cock back up to his head has him nearly keeling. 

Kissing your cervix, the head of his cock spurts rope after rope of hot cum inside you, and you mewl, your back arching to deepen the angle, luxuriate in the liquid warmth. Joel isn’t so loud now, not so cocky. He’s reduced to strained groans and whimpers as your body depletes him, greedily taking every drop of cum he has to offer. 

It feels like minutes before it finally stops, but with your ass up in the air, none of his cum spills out. Your hips are sore, your ass bruises from his hands, your tits still sitting warmly in his hands. The cool kiss of his wedding band soothes the too-hot press of his body on top of yours, your doubly-slick skin meeting indecently. His lips are on the back of your neck and he thrusts shallowly, wringing the last of his cum from the tip until he's wholly empty and bordering on oversensitive. 

You're the first to speak, your throat clogged with drool and some of your own tears. 

“Thank fuck I was at the bar that night.”

Joel’s laugh scrapes down your spine along with his beard as he drags himself upright, knowing he’s crushing you. “Never would've had to patch me up”

“Mmm, you're sexy when you're mad,” you point out, your thighs twitching as he carefully guides you onto your side, back to his chest, his cock still acting as a plug for his cum. You’re deliciously full, and you hum happily at the feeling of his warm belly against you, his big arms cradling you close. 

“Shouldn't enable violence,” he grumbles. His lashes flutter against your shoulder. 

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please.”

He chuckles. “You feel okay?”

“I feel good,” you muse, running your fingers along his forearm, the prominent veins under his skin. “I feel excited.”

His grin curves against your skin, the scratch of his moustache sending a shiver up your spine. Outside, the sun begins to dip, and your twin golden rings glimmer in the fiery light. 

“Me, too,” he whispers, and you lace your fingers through his, squeezing, both of you practically giddy. 

There’s a lull, and for a moment, you think he’s fallen asleep. The sun creeps behind a home across the street, and its watch ends for another day. 

“Hey, Joel?”

His mouth meets your throat in a sleepy kiss. “Yeah, baby?”

“I like the name Sarah.”

THE END.

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[sunflowersteves]

Shy! innocent!reader seeing bestfriend!Eddies boner for the first time and asking him if she could play with it?

i love this with all my heart

warnings || naive!reader, perv!eddie, smut, blowjob, innocence kink, praise kink, 18+ only

You grab one of Eddie’s pillows with a laugh, attempting to hit him with it.

He laughs, too, chest heaving up and down. He whacks you with his own pillow and the blunt force has you knocked back down onto the bed.

Both of your laughter echos off of his room’s walls and settles into your ears. He looks down, seeing your black skirt ride up to reveal more of your thighs.

Shit.

He knows he got a little problem and has had one ever since you walked into his trailer with a skirt on.

He hoped that the entertainment of a pillow fight would distract you. He hoped that once you got tired out, he could run to the bathroom and get rid of the ache.

“Eddie?”

He deflates a little at your curious voice, wondering what the matter was. His breathing almost stops as he follows your line of sight.

You’re looking down at his black ripped jeans—the big tent of his hardened length wasn’t hard to miss. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

He could feel his jeans almost constrict even tighter from the sparkle in your eyes.

Curiosity. Wonder. Desire.

All of those emotions flowed through you and you subconsciously pressed your thighs together.

“C-Can I touch?”

Huh?

Oh, shit. You wanted to touch him? You wanted to help him?

His breath hitches, “what?”

You shy away at his shocked expression, a little bit of shame bubbling in your chest.

“Did I—did I do something wrong?”

His eyes are wide—brown hues darken and his pupils are blown. “Oh, baby, no. You did nothing wrong. You jus’ surprised me is all.”

Your hands itch closer to his member, mouth watering from the idea—the mere thought of what he looked like.

Is he big? Is he thick? Is there hair? Is one ball bigger than the other? How would it feel?

He watched you unbuckle his belt, and he could feel his breath hitch. “S-Shit—” Your eyes are big—blown out wide as you shuffle his jeans and boxers down.

Your jaw almost hits the floor from his length. He was long, veins bulging and his tip was prominent. “Go on, baby, you can touch it.”

“Okay.”

He bites his lip at the curious cat-like tilt of your head. You’re so fucking cute and hot and—

He grips the worn sheets as you open your mouth. His heart almost swoons are your naive experience as you sit there with his cock in your mouth.

“Swirl your tongue, baby. Y-Yeah, just like that. D-Do it again for me, fuck.”

You swirl your tongue to taste his cock and feel the sensation against your cheeks. You wanted him to teach you how to make him come undone. You wanted him to feel good.

“F-Fuck, sweetheart, that fuckin’ mouth on you. You like it? You like my cock in your mouth?”

You bat your eyelashes at him, showing him just how much you like it when you hollow your cheeks. “Oh fuck, baby, shit!”

His hips buck into your mouth and you gag—eyes stinging “S-Sorry, sweetheart.” You shake your head which prompts a lopsided smile from him.

“Look at you, pretty baby, yeah. You’re takin’ my cock so well. S-Start bobbing you head. Yeah, baby, good girl. My fuckin’ good girl.”

His belly starts to feel like it’s going to burst. He knows by the quirk of your eyebrow and the grind of your thighs against the bed that good girl hit all the right spots.

You bring your hand to cup his right ball. You feel the rounded skin and Eddie swears he’s in heaven right now.

There’s no way his sweet innocent best friend who hasn’t even had her first kiss is shoving her mouth even lower on his cock and cupping his balls.

“O-Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum, baby. I-I’m gonna cum! S-Shit—”

You blink rapidly at the unexpected ropes of hot cum run down your throat. You collect all of it—as much as you can—down your throat and swallow it hole.

Eddie’s gripping your forearms as he rides his high, up and down your mouth using you. His moans were low, but loud and that pride sunk beneath your chest.

“S-Shit, you can spit it out, sweetheart, it’s okay.”

You shook your head, opening your mouth to show him that you swallowed it all. “Did you?”

He pauses, brown eyes wide. “Did you swallow all of it?”

You close your mouth to smile wide at him. “I did, Eddie! I swallowed all of you.”

He groans and drops his head back onto the squeaky mattress. “Christ, you are going to be the death of me.”

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[jessejaredstories]

Type Casting

“C’mon, let’s just give it one more go!” 

“I don’t want to…” 

Robert was slumped against the wall with his head in between his knees. His friend Aidan was looking down at him. Aidan let out a heavy sigh, then bent down to meet Rob at eye level.

“Listen man, I’m trying to help you out here but you’re making it really difficult.” Aidan tried to make eye contact with Rob, but he turned the other way. “What was that thing you used to say? The best actors can turn themselves into anyone they want? What happened to that energy?”

“Let’s be honest, I was just lying to myself. Even I didn’t believe that bullshit.” Rob said muffled through his hands. He then let himself fall over onto the ground, much to Aidan’s growing annoyance. While Rob was laying on the asphalt, he looked up to the sky above. The dark of night had just settled in and the first few stars had just come out. 

Ever since he was a kid, Robert dreamed of being a big time Hollywood actor. He always imagined himself up on the silver screen whenever he went to the movies. Although Rob had spent most of his childhood and adolescence performing for local theater groups, he unfortunately never made it into the big leagues. He had all but given up on his childhood dream and settled for a life working in retail.

However, just as Rob was getting comfortable living an ordinary life, everything changed one fateful day when an acting agent walked into the store. The agent was in desperate need of an actor for an upcoming commercial shoot after the previous guy dropped last minute. Rob just so happened to be on the clock that day. They had a conversation, one thing led to another and next thing you knew, Rob got the part. It was a minor acting gig with only two lines, but it was enough to reignite the passion Rob had for acting. So much so that he decided to quit his day job and pursue acting full time. 

But unfortunately for Rob, his good luck started as well as ended on that fateful day. He hasn’t been able to land another acting job despite having gone on numerous auditions. While Rob was already on the verge of giving up again, his best friend Aidan was still holding out hope for him.

“Bro, c’mon, they’re looking for a Filipino dude and you’re the only one auditioning. How could they not cast you?” Aidan said.

“It’s really not that simple… I can’t just be type casted into a role because of my race. They’re looking for a gym bro kinda guy, and I’ve seen cats with more upper body muscle than me. I don’t even look the part, much less act it. It’s hopeless!” Rob sighed and rolled over. They both lingered in silence for a minute.

“You know, maybe we should just call it a night. You’ll feel better after a good night’s sleep,” Aidan said.

“I doubt it, not unless I can somehow become a gym bro overnight.”

“Stranger things have happened, you know…”

Rob was expecting Aidan to dismiss what he just said, not go along with it. He was only kidding after all! But Rob decided not to think twice about it and just laugh it off.

Robert went to bed that night restless and miserable. Normally he had no problem falling asleep, but for some reason, he just couldn’t sleep that night. Rob was eventually able to fall asleep after enough twisting and turning, but he was plagued by strange dreams. He kept dreaming about some muscular guy entering his bedroom while he slept. The dream was extremely lifelike, Rob felt he could reach out and get a feel of the dude’s jacked bicep!

Rob tried to touch him, but when he reached out, he found himself awake in his bed. Rob blinked and rubbed his eyes as he looked around his empty room. It was just a dream, nothing more and nothing less. Rob nodded off again. As he slept peacefully, the same muscle bro came back in his dreams, albeit in a very different way the second time around.

In the dream, Rob was still just laying down sleeping in his bed. He tried moving his body, but couldn’t. His body was in a deep sleep, and all Rob could do was watch himself sleep. 

At first, the dream was nothing more than him sleeping. After a couple of minutes passed, the muscular man made a reappearance. He crept back into Rob’s bedroom, except he was fully naked this time! Rob was caught off guard, but quickly found himself enjoying the view. The man was clean shaven all over his body except for three places: his thick mustache, his hairy pits, and his unruly bush of pubic hair. Rob loved the glorious sight of masculine, well-kept yet hairy man standing in his bedroom. He knew intuitively that the man’s name was Jacob. He watched as Jacob approached him on the bed. He also noticed that the dream version of himself had woken up and had begun stripping down naked. Jacob then hopped on the bed with him, placing himself in between Dream Rob’s open legs. Jacob was stroking himself while Dream Rob was feeling around his well-toned torso. He cupped one of Jacob’s pecs and felt how firm the slabs of meat on his chest were. Jacob had a cocky grin on his face as Rob worshiped him. He then bounced his pecs for Rob, which made him whimper from pleasure.  

Even though it was a dream, everything Rob was feeling felt just like real life. He could feel Jacob rubbing his hardening cock against his own dick, which made him get erect too. Rob felt Jacob’s thick bush brush up against the underside of his thighs as he thrusted his hips into him while jerking off. Soft, sensual moans escaped Rob’s lips, matching Jacob’s gruff, baritone groans. Once they were both at full mast, Jacob moved onto the next step of their little “play session.”

Jacob moved up closer to Rob. He grabbed his rock hard cock and positioned it right next to Rob’s. Rob was stunned at how hung Jacob was. He had both length and girth to his junk, and with a big, pink tip too! Jacob then put their dicks together in one hand and jerked them both off. Rob let out a loud moan as Jacob pumped away at both of their cocks. Jacob’s hand had a rough feel to it, most likely due to calluses from working out. Rob also noticed how warm his hand was, which added to the warm pleasure Rob was feeling as Jacob jerked them off. It was the best feeling Rob had felt in a long while.

Precum soon began leaking from the tips of their cocks. Jacob noticed his leakage and shuffled away slightly to reposition himself. Rob was purring with anticipation. He was expecting him to put it in, but instead he got something he could’ve never guessed. Rob started stroking himself off at a rapid pace and with bated breath. Rob assumed he was about to finish, but that guess was wrong too. Instead, Jacob’s cock started growing even longer and wider. Jacob then closed the gap between them again. He hovered his cock over Rob’s junk and lowered it. Jacob’s cock then engulfed Rob’s entire dick and balls area. Rob winced. He felt a pinch when he got swallowed up by Jacob’s engorged member. Jacob’s dick was throbbing. The vein running from the base to the tip was pulsating. Rob could feel Jacob twitching due to their dicks being conjoined. Only a few more seconds before Jacob let out a primal moan from deep within. Rob had no idea what was happening, but unfortunately had no time to react.

“Ahhh… Ah!? Arghh FUCKK!!” Rob moaned. He could feel the warmth of Jacob shooting out ropes of cum. However, because his cock was inside of Jacob’s, his loads had nowhere to go except inside of Rob’s dick. Rob was squirming as he felt all of Jacob’s spunk rush through the slit of his cockhead and down the length of his member. Jacob kept shooting out load after load and all of it was getting pumped straight into Rob’s balls. Rob’s cock and balls grew thicker and heavier as a result of getting filled up. He had become hung like a horse, sporting a cool 7 inch cock with some hefty girth to match its length too. Jacob’s seed had overwhelmed Rob’s reproductive system, forcing it to produce Jacob’s DNA rather than Rob’s. All of the testosterone filled cum Jacob had pumped into Rob began transforming the lower half of his body. 

The body transformation was as pleasurable as it was intense. Waves of ecstasy-like warmth spread throughout Rob’s legs and thighs as they grew exponentially bigger, forcing Rob to throw his head and moan as it all happened. The lower half of his body essentially exploded with mass. Once they finished growing, Rob’s body immediately shaped the extra mass into chiseled, muscular legs that looked just like Jacob’s.

Rob felt like his body was on fire after the explosive growth his legs went through! He was huffing and puffing for breath after that bodily experience. Rob was thankful that no more cum was getting pumped into him. It seemed like Jacob had finally been drained of every last drop. However, although his balls might’ve run dry, Jacob knew of another way to keep the transformation fun going. 

Jacob let Rob’s dick wiggle out of his own. Once they were detached, his engorged cock shrunk back down to its usual size. Jacob then positioned Rob to sit up against the headboard of his bed. He then hopped on top of him, placing him in between his beefy legs. Rob was now at eye level with Jacob’s massive chest. 

Rob salivated being so close to Jacob’s beefy pecs. He reached out and grabbed his left nipple with thumb and forefinger. He felt the few hairs surrounding the nipple tickling against his fingers as he gave him a light squeeze, causing Jacob to groan with delight. Rob then leaned in and planted his lips against Jacob’s succulent nipple. Rob could taste the salt of a few sweat drops as he used his tongue to flick his nipple around in his mouth. The thought of suckling a man’s juicy pecs made Rob get hard again, encouraging him to give Jacob the best service his mouth could offer. 

Jacob was breathing heavily as Rob sucked off his sensitive nipples. He began running his fingers through Rob’s hair while Rob went to work. While they were both having the time of their lives, this only lasted a few minutes before Jacob decided to switch things up again. He grabbed hold of Rob’s head and pressed him against his pec. Rob didn’t think twice about Jacob’s sudden dominance; he simply assumed he wanted him to suck even harder. He proceeded to suck and lick and bite as pleasurably as he could. Meanwhile, Jacob was using his free hand to rub down his pectoral muscles. He started squeezing at the top of his chest and ran his hand down to the nipple, stimulating his pecs until they started lactating. 

“Mmmm… Mmmrrngh? Mmmmm…!!” 

Rob noticed there was a sudden new taste in his mouth. However, it was a sweet, slightly milky taste that he quickly grew addicted to. It didn’t deter him from sucking Jacob’s chest, it only encouraged him to go even harder. Rob drank it all like a starving kitten while Jacob was in a world of heaven due to the combined sensations of lactating and having a man’s warm mouth sucking down on his nipple. 

Rob struggled to swallow all the milk. Some of it leaked out and ran down Rob’s mouth, causing an even wetter mess than before, but Rob kept at it. Jacob’s pec milk was the key to the second half of the transformation. The more of the sweet, sweet pec milk Rob drank, the stronger he was becoming. His torso began swelling up with muscle mass just like his legs did. His arms grew until he had two cannons with melon-sized biceps. His shoulders and back grew wider and chiseled. His pecs ballooned out but stayed firm with muscle, giving him a set of man tits that would put anyone to shame with their voluptuous size. By the time Jacob’s chest had finally run dry, Rob had been completely transformed into a beefy bodybuilder just like him. 

Rob leaned back from Jacob’s now swollen chest and swallowed the last few drops of milk he managed to suckle out. Once he swallowed, he let out a satisfied exhale and a loud burp. He then looked at Jacob with pleading eyes, the same eyes you would see on any submissive bottom eager to please. Jacob looked down to match Rob’s gaze, then grinned. He leaned down and gave Rob a big, fat kiss on the lips. Rob kissed him back too. He then opened his mouth slightly to let Jacob stick his tongue inside his mouth. Their tongues danced together in Rob’s mouth with Jacob’s tongue taking the dominant role. They then locked lips together for one last triumphant tongue kiss. Once Jacob pulled away, Rob noticed some course hair touching his upper lip. He reached out to touch his lip and with one stroke of the finger, he realized what had happened. Jacob had bestowed upon him the finishing touch of his transformation- his thick mustache befitting of a muscle daddy like the new him. 

Robert woke up in an incredibly great mood the next morning. He laid in bed with a wide smile on his face as he fondly replayed the weird yet awesome wet dream he had last night. Although he would always have the memory, he hoped the dreamy muscle man would visit him again sometime in the future. 

Rob noticed his body felt heavier as he laid in bed. He took a look down at himself, then smirked. It was the kind of cocky smirk any guy with a great body would have. He was hot and he knew it! 

He jumped out of bed with glee and ran to the nearest mirror to check himself out. Surely enough, his reflection in the mirror matched the same beefy cupcake his own eyes showed him. Rob almost couldn’t believe he had actually transformed overnight. He had so many questions running through his mind, but standing in front of the mirror, all he could think about was how hot his new body had become.

“Fuck yeah! I’m ripped as fuckk!!” 

While Rob was busy admiring his new self in the mirror, someone had been knocking on the door. Rob didn’t even notice someone was knocking. As a result, their knocks had evolved to them pounding on the door. The pounding was enough to finally get Rob’s attention. Annoyed, Rob pulled himself away from the mirror and hurried to the door. He opened it to an equally annoyed Aidan waiting on the other side.

“Where the fuck have you- Woah.” Aidan stepped into Rob’s apartment ready to chew him out but stopped after taking one look at the new him. He almost didn’t recognize him due to his new muscular physique. He had to look closely at his face just to recognize him. “Rob? Is that you!? Holy shit!!”

“I know right! Check me out bro, you like my new look?” Rob flexed his bicep for Aidan while he hyped him up. Though Aidan was happy for his friend, he remembered the reason why he came by in the first place.

“I don’t know how the fuck you managed to go super saiyan on me overnight, but we don’t have time for this right now. Your audition’s in an hour and it’s all the way across town!”

“Oh fuck!! I completely forgot about that, let’s GO!”

Rob quickly threw some clothes on and ran out the door with Aidan by his side. They barreled down the highways at dangerously high speeds, driving as fast as Rob’s car could manage. They were able to make it to the rec center where auditions were being held just in the nick of time. Rob ran into the waiting lobby just as the producer called out his name. 

“Alright bro… You got this… Break… A leg!” Aidan said in between huffs, fighting to catch his breath after sprinting from the parking lot. Rob nodded and followed the producer into the backroom.

“Welcome, Robert, please feel free to take a minute to catch your breath. I know you had to run to get here on time, what happened?” the producer asked as she took a seat next to the director.

“Nothing, just traffic. You know how it gets in this city,” Rob responded.

“I see. Well then, feel free to start whenever you’re ready.”

“Actually, before I start, is it alright if I do a little improv? I have the sides down but I wanted to add my own little flair to the scene.”

“Do as you must, just be sure to show us your best performance.” The director answered with a bored inflection in her voice.

Rob nodded, then proceeded to perform the sides for the audition. He had the sides perfectly memorized, and he followed the script’s exact punctuation down to the comma too. Rob didn’t stray far from the script for the most part, but for his rendition of the scene, he decided to take out his shirt and play the character as an aloof himbo rather than just an arrogant jock.

Once he finished performing, Rob looked up to see their faces. The producer looked irritated, while the director still had the same poker face she had when Rob first entered the room.

“Well! Thank you for your time, Robert, we’ll let you know if-”

“No need,” the director waved her hand to stop the producer. “After seeing over 20 auditions today, I can say with confidence that you’re the best fit for the role. Congratulations Robert, you got the part.”

Rob was bursting with joy. He shook the director’s hand with an over enthusiastic vigor and a wide grin on his face. He then walked out to share the great news with Aidan, who was just as excited as he was. He had done it; he had landed a role in a major Hollywood production as the main character’s meathead yet lovable brother. 

Epilogue

Several months have passed since Rob finished filming his last major role. His newly acquired looks granted him the confidence he needed to perform at his best. Coupled with his eagerness and passion for acting, Rob had become the total package, and other big names in the film industry agreed too. Word had gotten out on how Rob was set to become a rising star. A couple of directors had even scouted him for their upcoming projects! All in all, Rob was enjoying the new life he was only just starting to build up for himself as an actor.

However, there was one slight problem. Rob and Aidan’s friendship had taken a turn for the worse lately. While Aidan was happy for his buddy’s success and Rob was more than happy to share some of the Hollywood glamor with his best friend, the two had begun bickering a lot. 

It started back when Rob first transformed into the beefy bodybuilder he was now. Rob was slowly becoming more and more arrogant ever since then. Aidan didn’t notice at first, but it was becoming more obvious with every passing day. Every other sentence Rob said had the word “bro” shoved into it. That, and if it didn’t involve his acting career, going to the gym, partying, or fucking hot dudes, then Rob simply had no time or patience for it. Even Aidan, his best friend since primary school, had been shoved into the sidelines! Rob had become the epitome of a selfish, gym rat narcissistic. 

But Aidan was never the type to simply roll over and give up. He would sooner die than let his best friend go without a fight. So he decided to try and get the old Rob back, much to his dismay. 

Rob was in the middle of getting ready to go out clubbing with his other actor friends. While getting dressed, he decided to take a moment to admire himself in the mirror. He made sure to keep up with the maintenance a hot, muscular body like his needed in order to be maintained. He was proud of his physique, and it was then he decided he was gonna find another hot guy to fuck all night long. It had been too long since he last got off after all, his balls were already hanging low with how full they were! All he needed was someone to drain him of his load.

As Rob was recording a new thirst trap to send out on dating apps, he got an incoming video call from Aidan. Rob grunted and declined the call. Annoyed, he threw his phone off to the side. But just as he was about to resume getting ready when he felt something strange in his chest. He looked down and bounced his pecs again. Rob noticed that it took him more effort than usual to flex his pectoral muscles. He grabbed one of his pecs, gave it a squeeze and when he did, he felt like something was about to leak out of his nipple. Something… Like milk.

Aidan called again. Rob turned to look at his phone ringing on the bed. He then looked back down at his body. It was then a brilliant idea had hit him. Rob and Aidan were going to be the best of friends again after he was done.

#male transformation

[bookshelf-dust]

loving you

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 961

warnings: um, literally none? let me know if i missed something though

a/n: wanted to write something for baby’s birthday. don’t bully me about the age i’m being self-indulgent, okay? but anyways, posting this now so it’ll be up all day on his birthday. also tagging @clovermunson for helping me out with a certain fuzzy fellow. love you guys!!! <3

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Billy is warm beside you. That’s one of your favorite things about him. 

Even if there are times where you get hot and have to push him off because he’s making you sweat, there are still the times that you get to cuddle up to him when you’re cold. And he’ll tuck you into his side to warm you up. Just like he’s doing now. 

His socked feet are propped up on the coffee table, the rest of him covered by a blanket that the both of you share. His arm is wrapped around your back, fingers spread across your stomach where his hand has slipped underneath the fabric of your shirt. 

Every once in a while he’ll scratch over your belly, dull nails sending chills up your spine. Your hand is tucked underneath his thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth over his leg. 

Billy’s eyes are on the tv, yours glancing back and forth between him and the clock on the wall. 

You’re starting to wonder if you’ll disturb him with your little plan, just based on the way his eyes are starting to flutter shut, the way he’s melting into you. 

But you don’t think he’ll mind. Not really. 

The clock hand moves that little bit and the microwave numbers change, their light leaving a green cast over the kitchen counter. 

12:00 am.

You sit up, twisting some so that you’re facing Billy, and your movement wakes him up a little. 

He straightens, looking at you. He quirks a brow, trying to figure out what you’re up to. It’s always something. 

You reach out to touch his face, and he automatically leans into it. You cup his cheeks with both hands, and then you’re pressing your lips to his. 

Your mouth is warm, and he can both taste and smell the lip balm you’d put on earlier in the night. It’s a sweet kiss, long and heartfelt. 

Billy brings his hand up, holding onto your wrist.  

You’re thinking: I love you, I love you, I love you, and hoping you can somehow transfer the message directly into his brain through the kiss. He kisses you back, knowing exactly what you’re trying to say. Billy hasn’t shaved in a few days and his skin scratches against yours. You don’t care. 

When you pull away, his lashes are fluttering and if it weren’t so dim in the living room you’re sure you’d find a blush spreading across his face. 

“Happy Birthday.” 

Billy smiles at you. When he speaks, his voice is tired, lovesick. “Was that my birthday kiss?”

“Only the first one,” you tell him. 

“Oh, so I get more?”

Billy presses his forehead against yours, still holding onto your wrist. Your hands never leave his face, thumbs sweeping underneath his eyes. 

“You want another?” You ask. The question makes him chuckle. 

“Pretty please.” 

His lips tick up at the corners, enticing you. You press a kiss to both, to his cupid's bow, his chin. He pouts at you. 

“Come on. It’s my birthday,” Billy whines. 

“I really set myself up for this one.” You kiss him. “Should’ve known you’d use that to your advantage.” You kiss him again. 

Billy hums against your cheek where he’s now pressed his own mouth. He knows that makes you go all warm. 

There’s a noise behind you, a subtle added weight to the cushion you've settled on, and you know what it is without having to turn. The mewl makes Billy aware of the presence, and he grins against your face, a slow laugh leaving his throat. 

“I think he wants us to come to bed, B.”

Billy hooks his chin over your shoulder, meeting eyes with a little brown cat. 

You hear the first meow your cat lets out in greeting. The second is almost like a question. Why are you still up?

Billy reaches around you, scratching behind his ears. You can hear his purring. It’s always so loud. 

There’s a clambering, and Billy leans back, allowing for the young cat to squeeze between your body and the couch and up into his lap. 

“Night, Cosmo,” you say. Billy snorts. “What? It’s too late to be evening.”

Cosmo ignores your words, preferring to stare at you, waiting. You scratch his chin and he mewls. It’s not unlike the response Billy might have for getting the same sort of attention.  

“What do you wanna do in the morning, birthday boy? How would you like to celebrate your release from teenagedom? The big 2-0?”

Billy rolls his eyes at you and kisses the palm of your hand, having snatched it from where it was flailing midair. 

“Don’t care,” he says. “We could sit here all day and I wouldn’t give a shit.”

You lean in like you need to whisper, as if you’re not in your own home. “I think Max is gonna come see you. Don’t tell her I told you, but she bought you a sash.”

“No.”

You start to laugh. “Yes. A birthday sash.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

You kiss him again, though you’re laughing and can’t take it seriously. 

“Sure, baby.”

He pecks your lips once, twice. “No, I’m not.”

The polaroid you stick in the frame of your vanity mirror the next evening says otherwise. Billy is sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, though loosely enough that you can see the words “Birthday Princess” in sparkly lettering on a pink sash. 

He’s not looking at the camera, he’s looking at Max, listening to something she’s saying. Lucas is on the floor, back between her knees.

Billy looks so happy, cheeks flushed from all of the attention he’d had, the start of a laugh on his face. 

It’s a pure, candid photo, for a true birthday princess. 

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[sturnioloshacker]

honey, i’m home! - a vinnie hacker short

my 15,000th post! thank you for your endless love and support through likes, reblogs and comments, love you all ❤️

after spending 2 months back home in seattle, it was time for vinnie to go back to la and surprise his girlfriend y/n. he didn’t tell her that he was coming back today as he wanted this moment to be something special. all he wanted was to see her beautiful face light up in excitement, her doe eyes glimmer as they widen and her lips form the biggest cheshire cat-like grin. boarding the plane, vinnie taps the doorframe and walks to his seat. his leg bouncing with anticipation, the plane begins to speed down the runway as it starts to take off into the clouds. 

3 hours go by and vinnie is finally back on california soil. he collects his bags and meets jett outside the terminal. he puts his bags in the car and immediately becomes the passenger princess. drinking his drink from starbucks jett got for him and putting his feet up on the dash, vinnie is brought back to reality. it’s finally settling in that he’ll see his bub after 2 long months. as much as he loved seeing his family and catching up with him, there was always that feeling of missing y/n deep down. he would love to bring y/n with him, but with her busy work schedule, she couldn’t find someone to cover for her. as jett turns into their street, anxiety creeps up into vinnie. his chest rising quickly, heart beating so loud he’s shocked that jett can’t hear it, ears ringing.

“jett, wait”, vinnie chokes out.

jett pulls over and waits for vinnie to calm down.

“sorry”, vinnie mumbles.

“for what?” jett asks, concerned for his best friend.

“i’m just nervous. what if she hates me for leaving her for so long? what if she isn’t home right now? what if-“

“dude, chill! she hasn’t shut up about you for 2 months, she doesn’t hate you and she’s home so you are fine. don’t stress, she’ll see you, start crying and kiss you until your lips fall off”.

vinnie and jett laugh at that thought and jett pulls out to continue down the street. back in the house, y/n hears the sound of the car pulling into the driveway. she continues to apply a light layer of lip balm to her lips to complete her skincare routine. taking one more look in the mirror, she sighs and notices hera sitting on vinnie’s side of the bed. both y/n and hera have missed vinnie like crazy. endless nights of zero sleep because there was no one to cuddle with, some nights of crying because of little things that reminded her of vinnie and days of staying in the living room because it was difficult to sleep in a huge bed with no one to spoon. she walks back into the bedroom when she hears a voice she hasn’t heard in what felt like forever. 

“honey, i’m home!” vinnie yells from the living room.

a squeal exits her lips as y/n races down the stairs and jumps into her boyfriend’s arms. tears fill her eyes as she takes in the scent of vinnie’s cologne. she takes one look at the boy she adores and the tears finally make her way down your cheeks. y/n kisses vinnie and it felt absolutely sensational. lips moving in time with one another, small giggles during the breaks and pure love being shared between the cute couple. setting her down, vinnie finally gets a proper look at the girl he missed so dearly. 

“god, i missed you!”

“i missed you so much, it’s insane!”

the two lovers share another sweet kiss before heading upstairs to tell each other everything and have some fun that they haven’t had in 2 months. 

“told you she’d cry when she saw him,” jett says, making everyone laugh. 

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[slaymitchabernathy]

Pretty

“I like that dress,” Coriolanus says, champagne glass in his hand. He’s spread out on some velvet sofa in probably the tenth boutique they’ve gone to today.

Looking for a dress for Soarynn to wear to the ball.

He’s not some heartless monster, and he did say he’d take her shopping. She looks entirely overwhelmed as she stands on the circular pedestal surrounded by both mirrors and employees trying to make this work.

Everything Soarynn likes, Coriolanus hates. She’s drawn to simple, boring, underwhelming gowns. He’s drawn to ornate, exciting, over-the-top gowns. And expensive gowns on top of all that. Coriolanus wants everyone to know that he can afford to buy his pretty girl the prettiest dress.

She looks so pretty right now.

One employee is grabbing all the excess fabric that’s gathered at Soarynn’s waist, “If we bring it in at the waist…adjust the straps…”

He can tell Soarynn’s over it, that she’s beginning to grow tired and he hasn’t ever seen a more irate side of Soarynn but he’s willing to bet today will be the day.

“Okay,” she says softly, causing everyone in the establishment to freeze, “I’ll take this one.”

It’s a fucking celebration.

Soarynn goes back to the dressing room to change while Coriolanus settles the bill, chatting with all the ladies about how he’s such a good boyfriend for taking his pretty girl shopping. “Well my girl deserves the best,” he says, feeling a much smaller body come to stand next to his, her small hand grabbing his large one. He lets everyone fawn over them before they’re instructed to come back in one week to see if any more alterations need to be made.

“I think you made an excellent choice,” he tells Soarynn as they walk outside. Soarynn shrugs, pulling her handbag onto her shoulder, “I just didn’t want to try on any more dresses,” she mumbles, “can we go to my house?”

Coriolanus hums, knowing not to push her to go to his house. She’s had a long day his pretty girl, trying on dresses, socializing with so many people. It’s a hard life she has.

꧁ ꧂

They’re greeted by a meow when they walk into the Nightingale’s townhouse.

Soarynn drops his hand instantly to scoop up her cat, smiling while she spins the two of them around, “Oh, Petunia I missed you.” Coriolanus watches his girlfriend fawn over her cat while he shrugs off his coat, his eyes scanning the foyer of the home. Her dad isn’t here right now, he’s at work which means it’s just them in this large townhouse.

Coriolanus would describe Glen Nightingale as a quiet man but one whose word is law. He hasn’t realized how smart the man would be, how unlike his daughter, he’d pick up on Coriolanus’s intentions. He’d drilled Coriolanus the first time he came over for dinner.

“So what are your intentions with my daughter?” He’d asked, sipping his whiskey while looking Coriolanus in the eye over the brim of his glass.

Coriolanus had swallowed his food before flashing him a smile, “I think it goes without saying that I’m very fond of your daughter sir, I simply wish to make her happy.” He’d only practiced saying that in the mirror a hundred times before coming over.

Glen didn’t buy it.

“So you can promise me that you have no other intentions with my daughter? That you two haven’t engaged in any type of intercourse in the short week you’ve been seeing each other?”

Soarynn had turned pink and let out an embarrassed whine, “Daddy don’t ask questions like that,” she’d mumbled, poking at her food. She’d barely eaten but Coriolanus could’ve guessed why.

She was nervous.

But Coriolanus wasn’t nervous. No, he was prepared. He took her hand from under the table and pressed a kiss onto it before looking back at Glen, a man who posed no threat to him or his intentions with Soarynn.

“We haven’t done a thing, sir.”

Now their dynamic had drastically changed since they’d both uttered those three words to each other the night he took her virginity.

“I love you.”

She might as well have locked a chain around her ankle and given him the key because she was never leaving now.

He’d said it to her just the other night in front of his parents. Both gave very different reactions. His mother was ecstatic of course, she’d always been a romantic at heart. She adored Soarynn and thought she was the perfect match for her darling son.

His father on the other hand simply rolled his eyes, all too removed from his son’s life to truly keep up with who he was in love with. “It’s awfully soon to be saying things like that,” he’d grunted.

Crassus Snow was a man who never held back when it came to his opinions and he made sure to let Soarynn know exactly what he thought about her and the relationship she had with his son. “I assume you’ll be willing to bear my son's children if you feel comfortable expressing your love for him,” he’d said, pinning her down in her seat.

Soarynn had turned into a deer in headlights, truly petrified by the cold demeanor of the head of the Snow family. Coriolanus had come to her rescue though, placing his hand on top of hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Children are far in the future father,” he’d said calmly, “right now we just want to focus on the present.” If only he could tell his father the truth, how Soarynn bled on his cock and the only way to keep her in his pocket was to utter those three powerful words.

Coriolanus glanced at the outfit Soarynn was wearing today. It was a short dress with ruffles and she had a ribbon tying her hair back like usual. He loved to pull the ribbons out of her head, slip them into his pocket. Soarynn would frown sometimes when he did it, but she never commented on it.

She was so quiet his pretty girl.

“Why don’t we go upstairs?” He suggests, wanting to get off his feet for a while. Soarynn nods and leads them up the grand marble staircase.

The Nightingale’s townhouse was most impressive. Although they didn’t live on the Corso like Coriolanus, they were still very wealthy and their home was a sure sign of that. They had a backyard, two floors, and Mr. Nightingale had mentioned buying Soarynn a car in the near future.

As if Coriolanus would ever let her drive anywhere.

Soarynn’s room was the opposite of his. It was full of color and personality. Although it lacked photographs of her and her friends. Probably because she didn’t have any.

Her bed was a canopy and several stuffed animals sat on top of the covers. Coriolanus sat on the edge of the bed, taking one shoe off and then the other. He watches Soarynn continue to play with Petunia, giggling when the cat does something that amuses her.

Soarynn had told Coriolanus one night that Petunia was her best friend. How tragic he’d thought, to have a cat be your only friend.

But Coriolanus would change that. Introduce her to the right people, make the right connections. With his guidance, Soarynn could flourish.

Once his shoes were off he made himself more comfortable on her bed, moving a few stuffed animals to the side. It took Soarynn a moment to join him, she was always more timid about showing affection and so blatantly at that.

But eventually, she crawls onto the bed, into his strong hold. Coriolanus places a kiss on the top of her head, appreciating how domestic this all feels. Sometimes he forgets how this all began, his obsession to make her his, how he made her his, what he did to her.

He often wonders if she thinks of it too, how he took her virginity, what he did to her. If she does then Soarynn doesn’t mention it. Probably too nervous to bring it up. They simply moved past it.

They had sex, no need to make it into something bigger than what it already is.

"Thank you for buying my dress," she whispers, her legs tangling with his. Coriolanus smiles, at least she's grateful. Even if she hates it she'll still thank him. "You're welcome," he replies, his hand slipping under her dress. He hears Soarynn's breath hitch but she doesn't stop him.

She tried to in the beginning, insisting that once was more than enough. He'd chuckled at her way of thinking, thinking that he could get enough of her and her cunt after only one time. No. He needed her every day. And he'd take her every day if he could if they weren't so busy with school and their lives.

"I think I'd like you on top," he says, squeezing her ass.

Soarynn whimpers, her legs pressing together as he continues to feel her up from underneath her dress. It's a pretty dress. A pretty dress for a pretty girl. "I've never been on top Coriolanus," she whispers, her hand clutching his shirt. It's true. Coriolanus has taken her in many positions but he's always been on top, in charge. He still will be, but he wants to watch her take him inch by inch.

"You'll be my good girl," he tells her, sitting up, his hand slipping between her legs, "take it like you should hmm?"

Soarynn's need and want to be good, to be praised was something Coriolanus used to his advantage. If she pleased him, listened to him, she was rewarded with soft kisses and kind smiles. If she didn't, well, she hadn't gotten to that point yet although he knew she would eventually. Sooner or later Soarynn would grow a little defiant, push back, snap at him. And he'd be quick to correct such bratty behavior.

“Yes,” she whispers, her head slightly dropping in shame.

Coriolanus had expected her to be upset with him after taking her virginity, maybe even a little bashful but he hadn’t expected her to be so…ashamed.

She begged him not to tell anyone, especially her dad. And he didn’t. Well, he didn’t tell her dad at least. He hadn’t planned to but he did tell his friends about how tight of a cunt Soarynn Nightingale has.

He smiles and presses a kiss to her temple, “Good girl.”

He’s quick to get her undressed, he wants to see all of his pretty girl. She’s wearing some of the lingerie he bought her, something he smugly notes. If he buys her something, she’ll wear it. She wants to please him, make him happy. She’s so thoughtful his pretty girl.

His lips are moving against hers while his bulge grows bigger and bigger to the point where she can feel it and lets out a whimper. “You know what to do pretty girl,” he whispers, his hands grabbing her waist.

It’s been a rather tedious process, teaching Soarynn exactly how to please him. Coriolanus selflessly took it upon himself though, knowing how well it would pay off in the end. Since then Soarynn has been much better in the bedroom. Coriolanus wasn’t a monster, he wanted her to enjoy sex. But only with him. She would only know what it felt like to be stuck on his cock, no one else’s. The mere thought of another man seeing her like this pushed him past anger and into obsession.

Soarynn’s shaky hands unbuttoned his pants, grabbing his hard bulge through his boxers. Coriolanus groans, slightly bucking into her small hand, “Don’t tease me, love, do what I showed you.”

Soarynn pulls away from the kiss, breathless as always while she pulls down his boxers with her other hand, letting his hard cock spring out. She swallows and looks into his eyes, she’s nervous.

Coriolanus nods and Soarynn begins to stroke him up and down with her hand, getting him nice and ready to fuck that sweet little cunt of hers. Coriolanus moans, throwing his head back while she pleases him, and then he feels her warm mouth on him.

As much as she’d hate to admit it, Soarynn can give a good blowjob. She always manages to get him to his peak and she does it without complaint. Although she rarely ever complains.

He grabs her hair, bobbing her head up and down at the pace he wants, swearing at how well she takes him, “There you go,” he says, “taking me so good. Always gonna be my little slut huh?”

He can picture it now. Their future. Soarynn swollen with his child, on her knees while she pleases him, those beautiful eyes looking up at him like he’s the greatest thing in the world. They’ll have a good marriage, she’ll make him happy and he’ll buy her whatever she wants.

They’ll be happy.

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Her skin is so soft. Coriolanus can feel how well Soarynn takes care of her body while he traces his finger up and down her arm. He appreciates that about Soarynn. She’s soft, she’s clean, and she’s hairless. He had worried how she maintained everything for a moment before he had her in his clutches but Soarynn was just full of surprises.

“That’s pretty,” Soarynn mumbles, pointing at the television. It draws his attention back to the screen and away from her, “Hmm? Oh, that dress she’s wearing?” Soarynn hums and nuzzles back into his chest, letting out a content sigh.

They’re in her living room watching television. It’s so domestic. And ironic considering he just fucked her until she was crying less than an hour ago. But she wanted to watch Lucky Flickerman’s show and Coriolanus was happy to oblige.

She’s curled up against him while he’s laid out on the sofa, a blanket covering them, his arms wrapped around her, providing security.

The dress she’s so fascinated with is light pink. Whoever Lucky is interviewing can barely pull the dress off but Soarynn certainly could. Coriolanus made a mental note to buy it for her so then he could be the one pulling it off.

“Do you ever think about the future?” He asks, staring out the window into her backyard. Soarynn lifts her head up to look at him and she looks so pretty with her hair all messed up, a few bruises on her neck. “The future?” She repeats, her brows furrowing. Coriolanus nods, absentmindedly brushing her hair from her face, “You know, getting married, having kids. All that.”

He begins to wonder if he’s the only one thinking this far ahead because Soarynn frowns, “I think most people are just focused on graduating,” she tells him softly. She has a point. It’s their last year, the last few months. Best not to get ahead of himself.

“We would have cute kids,” he decides, ignoring how surprised she looks at his statement. “They’d look just like a Snow,” he continues, admiring her blonde hair and blue eyes, making her the perfect candidate to have children with to ensure they look just like him.

Soarynn bites her lip but doesn’t say anything. She just lays her head back down and they sit in silence, watching Lucky Flickerman’s television show.

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"Now your professor left me with some worksheets for you to complete. Please don't forget to write your names at the top," the substitute says somewhat exasperatedly. Their professor was sick today which meant their literature class was stuck doing busy work. Coriolanus didn't mind though. It meant he got to mess around with his friends and he got to bother Soarynn.

So it was a win-win.

Coriolanus was quick to finish his assignment, wanting to get it out of the way. Soarynn had finished slightly before him but then again she wasn't the one socializing. He tried to get her engaged in the conversation between him and Festus but she was so enamored by her book so he settled for holding her hand under the table.

"My mom won't get off my back about this stupid ball," Festus says with a groan, tossing his pencil onto his desk. Coriolanus smirks, happy he already has his tailored suit prepared for the upcoming ball, "Why? Is she scared you might drug some professor's daughter again trying to get into her pants?" Festus rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "That only happened once and it was a mistake," he defends. Coriolanus glances to his left to see Soarynn so deeply invested in her book, leaning against her hand as she reads, "Ask one of the girls," he says, still watching Soarynn, "Like Clemmie or Arachne."

He knows neither of the girls is the ideal date for Festus but you can't be too picky this close to graduation. Almost everyone is beginning to couple up, truly commit. Coriolanus and Soarynn seem to have set off a trend and everyone else has followed. Festus sighs, carding his hand through his curls, "Easy for you to say Coryo, not everyone is in love like you two are." He can feel Soarynn slightly tense next to him, listening to their conversation, "It's not my fault I'm an overachiever," Coriolanus retorts before changing the subject.

They talked about other things before the bell rang dismissing them for lunch, "We'll be right there," he says to Festus, pulling Soarynn in the opposite direction of the lunch room with him. Festus throws him a smirk and walks off to lunch. "Where are we going?" Soarynn whispers, aimlessly following him into a supply closet. Coriolanus shuts the door and locks it, turning on the shitty overhead light, which is quite literally just a lightbulb.

Coriolanus doesn't answer her question, instead, he pushes her against the door, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Soarynn whimpers but returns the kiss, her satchel falling to the floor along with her book. Coriolanus didn’t know why he brought her into the supply closet but he wasn’t going to leave now, not when he could have some fun with his pretty girl.

“Just wanna have a little fun,” he whispers against her lips, his hand slipping under her skirt. Soarynn gasps and tries to push him away, “Coriolanus we can’t,” she says, her voice desperate and her eyes pleading.

Coriolanus has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes at his girlfriend’s apprehensions. He’s done much worse in public places if he’s being honest, if anything the supply closet is a step up from the other places he’s fucked girls.

At least this one had a door.

But he’s not having any of her attitude or protests and he’s swift to wrap a hand around her neck, applying a slight pressure, “Don’t you wanna be my good girl baby? Make me happy? Make me feel good?” Soarynn whimpers when his hand slips under the waistband of her lace panties, getting oh-so-close to her sweet little cunt. “Or do you want me to go find another girl who will listen to me? Someone who will love me better than you do?”

He knows he’s laying it on thick, being a little mean. But Soarynn can be so dumb sometimes and when it comes to sex she’s a fucking idiot. He knows she’ll do anything to please him because even if she won’t admit it he knows she likes dating him, being with him, letting him touch her. Why wouldn’t she?

“No,” she whispers frantically, “I…I can be good for you I promise. Please don’t go find some other girl.” He can hear her voice tremble, how scared she is at the prospect of him leaving her. He’s thankful for how easy she is to manipulate and the groundwork he laid down the night he took her virginity. Convincing Soarynn that no one would love or want her now that she was used was probably the best thing he’d ever done.

Because now she was his.

Coriolanus hums and swipes his fingers between her folds, groaning when he feels how wet she is despite her protests. “Okay pretty girl, then why don’t you let me make you feel good hmm? Since I love you so much.” It’s almost comical how quickly Soarynn spreads her legs for him. He knows she wouldn’t ever outright say it but she likes it when he goes down on her. And he likes the way she tastes, the way she sounds, the way only he can see this side of her.

It’s a win-win.

And it’s so cute watching her try to be quiet while he’s on his knees, his mouth on her cunt and his hands gripping her thighs, keeping her spread apart for him. “Oh please,” she whispers, her hand grabbing his curls. Coriolanus slightly winces when she pulls on his curls but he finds himself strangely liking it. Because it means she likes it.

He might as well fuck her since they’re here and he wastes no time getting back on his feet and flipping Soarynn around, pressing her chest against the door, effectively pinning her against him. “Look at you,” he whispers, his hand quickly undoing his pants. Soarynn lets out a small moan when she feels his growing problem press against her ass and he chuckles, “You want it? You want me to fuck you stupid Soarynn?”

Coriolanus finally gets his pants off and his boxers follow suit, his cock sprinting out and resting against her perfect little ass. He lifts her skirt up to ensure he can see everything. One thing he’s always been adamant about is having the perfect view of Soarynn taking his cock. It’s a sight he simply can’t pass up. “Yes please,” she whispers, her back slightly arching into him. Coriolanus smirks, he wonders if Glen Nightingale is aware of the absolute slut he’s turned his daughter into.

His beautiful, sweet, timid little daughter. Taking the cock of Coriolanus Snow in a supply closet.

He lets out a low moan when he sinks into her cunt, never tiring from how tight she is. Soarynn moans too and Coriolanus is quick to shove two fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet. As much as he loves the risk, he doesn’t love the idea of someone finding them. Someone finding them and getting an eyeful of what’s rightfully his. His obsession with Soarynn fuels his thrusts as he pounds into Soarynn, hitting her sweet spot every time.

Soarynn is taking him just like she should and he can feel her walls quivering around him. If only he could get deeper. It’s not ideal, their position. “Lift your leg up for me,” he pants, pulling her right leg up and pinning it against the door. Soarynn being the good girl he’s trained her to be holds it and he can finally fuck her deep and fast.

“There you go,” he says, listening to her small, gagged moans, “trained you so good huh? You’ll just take it anywhere won’t you Soarynn? I should tie you up and leave you in here, let everyone take a turn on you, and see what a slut you are.” He shoves his fingers deeper and she gags on them, tears spilling from her eyes as they roll back, finally giving her that look he loves on her. Coriolanus loves when she looks so fucking dumb, so stupid while stuck on his cock, with nothing to do but take it over and over again. She looks so pretty like this.

But he knows they don’t have much time so he picks up the pace and pulls his fingers from her mouth to bring them to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. Soarynn lets out a squeal from the stimulation and her body begins to shake.

Coriolanus nearly finishes when thinking back to a few nights ago when he had her in the shower, pinned against the wall much like now but instead, he used the shower head on her. He’d never paid too much attention to his removable shower head until he and Soarynn were showering the night off. He didn’t hesitate to adjust the jet stream and point it right at her clit, making her take it over and over again until she was sobbing.

He bites into her shoulder when he feels her walls begin to flutter around him, her orgasm hitting her full force. “Oh!” She gasps, her body going limp in his hold. Coriolanus doesn’t let up until he finishes though, watching with a smug look on his face when he finally pulls out to see his cum dripping from her puffy cunt. Soarynn pants and rests her forehead against the door, catching her breath.

Coriolanus presses a kiss to her neck while he calms down as well, his mind still buzzing with adrenaline. Soarynn reaches down between her legs and whines, “I…I need to go to the bathroom and clean up,” she tells him softly as she turns around. Coriolanus tilts his head and places one hand next to her head so he can lean down, getting eye level with her, “You’re not cleaning up anything pretty girl.”

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“What color is your dress Soarynn?”

Arachne’s question pulls Soarynn from her haze and she lifts her head off of his shoulder, “Oh, um it’s red she says, her hands tugging on her skirt.

Coriolanus smirks and places his hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze. Arachne nods and looks to her left where Clemensia is sitting, “We definitely need to go dress shopping this weekend then or all the good dresses will be gone.” Coriolanus tunes the girls out while he looks down at Soarynn who’s already gone silent again. Her eyes are shifting over the table, watching everyone in their conversations.

He knows why. It’s because she’s embarrassed.

They’d showed up to lunch late for obvious reasons and Festus and Felix greeted them with a plethora of questions and shared smirks. Coriolanus smoothly answered all of their questions while pulling out a chair for Soarynn who looked like she wanted to disappear for the rest of her life.

It was so cute how she sat down, careful to pull down her skirt. Wouldn’t want to flash anyone since she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Coriolanus nearly got hard again just thinking about how he’d stuffed her panties up her cunt to keep his cum inside of her. Knowing she’d been filled with him all day brought him a feeling of satisfaction and ownership. Soarynn was clearly uncomfortable but he paid it no mind. He gently kisses her temple before whispering in her ear, “You’re coming home with me after school.” He reaches into her satchel and places the book she was reading on the table, a silent way of permitting her to read it while he talks with his friends.

Soarynn’s breath hitches and her eyes flit from the book to his hand on her thigh. He knows she’s sore but he doesn’t quite care about that. And he knows how desperately she just wants to read and tune everyone out. “Okay,” she agrees, her voice so soft.

Coriolanus grins and leaves her to read her book while he talks to Festus.

Soarynn just reads her book, quiet as a mouse. So sweet and obedient, always wanting to please him. He’ll keep her around, get her pregnant, marry her. Coriolanus will do all the things to his pretty girl.

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It's an ungodly sight to see Soarynn's tight cunt filled with something that shouldn't be in there. He's got her lying on her back, legs spread while he finally pulls out her bunched-up panties from her tight little cunt. Coriolanus knows how eager she's been to get it out, but he didn't let her off that easy. No. His pretty girl also had to be his good girl which meant sitting through dinner with his parents and it was a slow dinner tonight.

His mother had all sorts of questions for Soarynn who she adored, finding the timid girl a perfect match for her charming son.

"Coriolanus says you found a dress for the ball, are you excited?" She'd asked Soarynn who'd been poking around her plate. Coriolanus had given her thigh a gentle squeeze, reminding her that she can not opt out of every conversation she's presented with. Soarynn nodded, giving his mother a small smile before answering.

"Yes I'm very excited, Coriolanus helped me pick out the dress." Mother had fawned over that piece of information for a good minute before turning to his father who was nursing a glass of wine, "You know, Crassus and I met at a ball thrown by the Academy." Coriolanus couldn't stop his eyes from widening when he heard that. His mother was never shy to bust out the photo albums from their glory days but he never knew how they met.

His father merely grunted, "Yes, we were about your age, ready to leap into the world of adulthood." His eyes settled on Coriolanus as if he saw him unfit to join that said world. Coriolanus chose to ignore it and slipped his hand further up Soarynn's thigh until it rested on her cunt. He felt her stiffen next to him but he paid her no mind as he acted so very interested in what his mother was saying.

His pretty girl had been so good for him at dinner, acting as if nothing was happening while he rubbed her clit under the table in front of his parents. The best part was that she didn't even attempt to stop him. Coriolanus was quite pleased with that, how she knew how to behave, and that his training was paying off.

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"Such a pretty little cunt," he says, blowing air onto her clit. Soarynn whimpers and tries to lift her hips but his arm keeps her pressed to the bed, "do you want something else inside of it Soarynn?"

He knew she was horny, even if she didn't like it she was still horny. He nearly worked her into an orgasm at dinner before he pulled his hand away, leaving her to feel unsatisfied. "Please," she gasps, "please." Coriolanus chuckles and glances back at his bedroom doors, his locked bedroom doors. After she slept over the first time he found it quite easy to convince both his and her parents to let them spend the night. As long as an adult was home with them, no harm could be done. How foolish of them to think that.

His eyes wander to his desk, to the drawer where he keeps those oh-so-special pills and he smirks before giving her thigh a squeeze, "Stay here," he says before standing up. He knows she's on edge, the closet sex, the panties, dinner, his cock, it's been a lot for her today.

Too bad he's just getting started with his pretty girl.

He chooses to go with two pills tonight, ensuring that Soarynn won't give him any problems while he has his fun with her. Soarynn's still lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling while she moves her hips ever so slightly. If she's this desperate to be fucked then she's in for a real treat tonight. "Close your eyes, pretty girl," he orders, climbing back onto the bed. Soarynn shoots him a hesitant look but he returns it with a stern look that leaves no room for arguing.

So his submissive, dumb, pretty girl closes her eyes.

Coriolanus leans down and presses a kiss to Soarynn's soft pink lips, his tongue pressing against them for only a moment before gaining entry to her mouth. Soarynn doesn't particularly like tongue but it's not really about her now is it? He kisses her for a moment before bringing his fingers to her lips, the two pills in his hold. It's easy to slip them into her mouth while they kiss although he pulls away immediately. If he accidentally swallowed one then things would be very, very bad. Soarynn lets out a whimper and furrows her brows but Coriolanus is quick to cover her mouth with one hand and pinch her nose shut with the other. Soarynn's eyes widen and she tries with all her might to push him off but his pretty girl is so small and weak compared to him.

"Swallow them now before I force them down your pretty throat," he grits out, squeezing her nose tighter. If she doesn't swallow them she'll just pass out but that's only half the fun in his opinion. Soarynn tries to scream but it gets muffled by his hand and he shoots her a murderous glare, "Don't be a fucking brat Soarynn, swallow them, now." He can see her beginning to panic, trying to decide what to do and tears form in her eyes before she finally swallows. Coriolanus grins and pulls both hands away, watching her roll to her side as she sucks in as much air as possible.

Then she starts to cry.

Coriolanus sighs, he really doesn't have time for this right now but he knows how fast the pills will work so he'll let her have this moment. "Why...why are you doing this to me?" She chokes out, barely able to look up at him. Coriolanus tilts his head as he stares down at the pretty girl below him, "Because I love you."

Soarynn lets out a bitter, hollow laugh that tells him that she doesn't believe those words for a second, "You don't hurt people you love," she spits back, her voice as loud as he's ever heard it before, "you don't take advantage of people you love and fucking drug them."

He can't help but laugh at the current state of her and also her sudden feistiness. Naked on his bed, drugged all while trying to fight with him. The poor thing clearly needs to be put back in her place and tonight will be the perfect time to do so. Coriolanus gives her a smile all too kind to be genuine before he reaches down and grabs her throat, pulling her up like a ragdoll until they're face to face.

"Listen to me once and only once darling because I don't like repeating myself," he says in a low, measured voice, "if you ever try to speak to me like that again I'll make sure all you know is what it's like to be drugged up and trust me when I tell you, there are much worse drugs than the ones I gave you. And if you ever want to see the type of man I can become as someone who doesn't love you then I can easily arrange for that."

Her eyes hold fear in them but he can still see a glimmer of defiance and Coriolanus has to kill that now. "I will let my friends run such a fucking train on you that once they're done you'll be begging to take my cock and only my cock, do you understand Soarynn?" He shakes her neck for emphasis and smirks when it lolls to the side, the drugs finally taking over, "You have no idea how many boys would love to split your sweet little cunt open and yet I keep them all away. All because I love you."

He releases her throat and watches her fall back onto the mattress. Limp and starry-eyed. Good, she looks prettiest when she's helpless.

Coriolanus spends a few minutes getting the things he'll need, a belt, a necktie, and a binder clip from his desk.

When he comes back he finds Soarynn completely out of it. He starts with the tie, wrapping it around her head, securing it in her mouth, and gagging her. He doesn't need any screams when she wakes back up. Not like last time when she lost it. Then he binds her hands with his belt, can't have her running off. Lastly, he grabs the binder clip, smirking when he notices Soarynn warily eyeing it, "This is what happens when you talk back to me pretty girl," he drawls, pressing it open and bringing it down to her clit. The gagged scream Soarynn lets out only makes him grow harder and harder in his pants as he watches her writhe on his sheets. He looks at her cunt, still stuffed with her panties, her clit now clamped with a binder clip all while she drips onto his sheets.

She's crying again, trying to take deep breaths but it's hard and the drugs are making her more and more lucid. "I think some spanks are in order," he decides, picking her up by her waist. She's like a ragdoll now, his personal little fuckdoll as he sits on the edge of the bed and lays her across his lap. Her limbs sag letting him know she's completely at his disposal before he lands a hard slap on her ass. Soarynn makes some noise but he pays it no mind and continues bringing his hand down on her ass. "You've been such a good girl for me Soarynn but I suppose all sluts throw a temper tantrum eventually."

Coriolanus spanks her until her ass is bright red, sure to bruise by the morning. Good, he wants her to remember what happens when she tries to talk back to him. He tosses her back onto the bed and spreads her legs wide, getting another view of her perfect cunt stuffed with her panties. "Now let's take these out, hmm?" It's an erotic sight as he slowly pulls her soaking wet panties out from her cunt, both her cum and his cum mixed into the fabric. He groans when he sees her gaping little cunt, still coated with his cum from this afternoon. He flicks the binder clip and Soarynn jolts, letting out a gagged wheeze. He loves her like this, helpless, vulnerable, all his.

So pretty.

"My little fuckdoll," he says, pulling down his pants and then his boxers, letting his cock spring out. "Are you ready to be good for me now? To take whatever I give you?" He grabs a fistful of Soarynn's hair, pulling it up and down, making her nod like a puppet, "That's my good girl," he says, half-mocking, half-praising her. He knows how it gets to Soarynn when he degrades her. She's still got tears in her eyes but now she looks entirely afraid of him.

Coriolanus moans when he sinks into her cunt, feeling her walls wrap around him. They've been molded to fit his cock by now. "There you go, I wish you could see yourself all spread out for me, so dumb with it," he taunts, beginning to fuck hard into her. Her pleasure isn't a priority for him tonight but he plans on fucking her until she gains her mobility back, until she can repeat every rule he's given her. Soarynn's body rocks back and forth as he fucks her, his hands holding her thighs down and apart, bearing all of it to him. "I own all of this Soarynn," he grunts, "this cunt, this clit, this ass, that mouth, all of it. And when we're married, I'll truly own all of you."

Soarynn's making some more pitiful noises but he pushes through and fucks her through his first orgasm, painting her walls with his cum. Soarynn already looks fucked out but it seems like a personal problem where he's concerned, "You're in for a long night pretty girl."

꧁ ꧂

"I can't," she gasps, her head dropping in exhaustion. Coriolanus has come to the conclusion that Soarynn looks best like this. Covered in bruises, tears, sweat, and cum. She's entirely fucked out and exhausted but Coriolanus needs to drive this message home even if it's at her own expense. Her body is still weak and pliant but she got her voice back around an hour ago and it's horse and scratchy.

He rubs at her clit causing more tears to surface since the clip is still on it, "Yes you can baby, give me one more and we're done."

Soarynn chokes down another sob, and he gives her throat another squeeze as he fucks her from behind, her upper half folded and pressed against his marble bathroom counter. Fucking Soarynn in front of a mirror is an image he wants to burn in his mind forever. This way he can see how pathetic she looks wrapped around his cock.

"You promise?" She croaks, looking into his eyes with desperation. Coriolanus nods and presses a kiss to her temple, "One more, I promise." He means it too, especially since he's getting tired too. He doesn't even know if Soarynn can give him another orgasm but she's his good girl and he knows she will. And he knows just how to get it.

He reaches down between her legs without warning and presses the clip open and that's all it takes to get her to cum. She doesn't even cum, she squirts all over him, her eyes rolling back, her tongue sticking out. His little fuckdoll.

"There you go," he praises, still fucking her as he reaches his own orgasm, "such a good girl. My pretty girl, can you say that for me? Tell me you're my pretty girl?"

Soarynn closes her eyes when she feels him filling her up, her legs are shaking, all of her is shaking but he won't let up until he gets what he wants. She should know that by now.

With tears in her eyes, Soarynn lifts her head up and looks into the mirror, looking into his eyes, the eyes of the man she'll belong to for the rest of her life, something she's come to terms with now.

"I'm your pretty girl."

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[cafecourage]

Part 3!

Wild, Four and Wind!

Wild:

- Wild is the type of person that also doesn’t mind hugs or surprise hugs. He really loves it actually. Like Hyrule he makes it into a game. But instead of paying the huge tax he literally will try to sneak up on you and hug you. It’s a hunting game so good luck on winning.

- There isn’t any rule or thought that goes into this other than the first person to catch the other off guard with a hug wins. Meaning that it’s all out war everyday.

- That being said there are moments where you have the advantage to a hug.

Settling down in Hateno was nice, the boys get a break from traveling and a chance to regroup. For you it’s the domestic life you were used to and slightly missed while being on the road for so long. When you got to Wilds home it was by lunch time so Wild went to straight to cooking while the other boys explore or just unpack for a moment. You had took a nap as you were just getting a bit tired. Though because of the battering of the pots and pans you couldn’t exactly fall completely asleep.

Peaking over the railing you watch as your boyfriend moves through the kitchen. A small plot comes to your mind as while yes by the end of it you’re gonna be roped into cooking with him. That doesn’t really deter you from doing it. Slowly and as quiet as possible you roll off the bed and move down the stairs. Ignoring the looks from the other links as they notice you moving towards the cook. You do have to wait for him to put down the knife before you pounce on him.

“Gotcha!” You rest your chin on his shoulder as your arms trapped him.

Wild had stiffed up as he genuinely was spacing out and didn’t hear you coming. But he smiles and tries to hug you back “I am still in the lead!”

“By like 3 points.” You poke his cheek keeping yourself clinging on him. He kissed your cheek and continues on cooking not even phase about the extra weight. Using this to your advantage you nuzzled into his crook of his neck. This was incredible hard for him to move around which was funny to watch as he slightly struggled. “Do you want me to help?” You asked.

“Please?” You think about it for a minute before pulling away from him reluctantly with a dramatic sigh.

“Fiiiiine.”

Four:

- Small spoon. Wait this isn’t cuddle head canons. Four is fine with hugs, honestly give or take really. You gotta remember Vio and Blue probably don’t care or want hugs, while Green and Red actually like hugs and would welcome it!

- In general he wouldn’t want surprise hugs he doesn’t particularly like it as he is probably one of the boys that don’t like PDA in front of others. If you do it in private thats fine. He just wants to not be teased by others tbh the guy is a bit self conscious.

- You do have conditions to surprise hugs as surprise hugs in the foraged is a huge no. He doesn’t want you to get hurt while he is holding hot sharp objects.

Four hasn’t seen you in a while which was normal the two of you aren’t always near each other. However he was suspicious at this point. It was too quiet for you to not be up to something at this point. It’s worrying.

Very worrying.

He heads inside as he goes to find you very much concerned with what was happening. He first checks the living room and kitchen first before going up stairs.

“Huh…” Well Four went upstairs to look in the bedrooms for you and they were empty. He was starting to think he was just going crazy. Walking down stairs he was going to head out again before, he heard small giggling before getting lifted. “ACK.”

“Hello Darling!” You were giggling as you hugged him while lifting him up. “I missed you!”

“So you hide from me?!” Four struggles to get out of your grasp but like a cat he was stuck with getting attack by your love.

“Yes <3”

Wind:

- My son is an older brother. He is no stranger to hugs and honestly is the person that does it the most out of all the chain. Wind is super family oriented and knows that some of the others don’t exactly know what having family is like. So he is taking the mantle of the annoying little sibling.

- It’s honestly nice to get surprised by one of his hugs because even though he literally calls out when approaching you really only have like a millisecond to respond before getting tackled down.

- However there is one person in the timeline that can fully catch him off guard because she loves her brother so much.

Being back at Outset Island was fun. It was a small island yes, so that means not much room for being alone to relax. But thats fine as it was still a time to rest and relax. Wind just wanted to be with his Grandma and Sister. He already leaves often to travel the world with Tetra, he doesn’t need more time away from them. That being said he does have homesickness which this is helping a lot.

He was going around saying his hello’s to everyone on the island but was missing his sister. Which automatically brought about a little anxiety as he continues down the bridge back home. Trying to think of all the places she could be hiding. He did crawl under the house as he had to get somethings down into the basement.

Wind did check the forest too as Hyrule wanted to see a great fairy for reasons. The outlook was also empty. Wind stops when he gets to the beach still trying to figure this out.

“BIG BROTHER!!!!!!!!” A weight launches himself at his back. Then another one joins in. Wind manages to wiggle and turn to see both you and Aryll laughing at him. “Welcome back!” His sister said still giggling.

Wind huffs but smiles and reaches up to mess with her hair. Aryll lets out a squeal but couldn’t escape it as Wind brings her to a hug. “To be fair it was her idea.” You said laughing before Wind drags you in the hug too.

#twilight (not lu) speaks #linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse x reader #london fog tea #luxreader #lemond aid #fruit cake #honey baked apple

[warrenwitches3]

Chapter one

The maiden fair and wise opened her eyes to be greeted by an old looking mirror, holding flame of green like wild trees.

Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor…

‘Huh, who’s speaking?’

My proud, beautiful flower of evil.

‘Is it..the mirror’

You are truly the fairest one of all.

‘Where am I, is this one of Barons tricks?’

O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat…

Reveal unto me the visage I seek…

‘It sounds like it’s casting a spell

You, whose image the dark mirror did beckon forth…

If you heart buds it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror.

A hand reached out from the reflective surface willing the swan to hold it dearly

‘I have a desire to hold this hand’ and hold it she did, the two hands male and female grasped each other in an embrace of strangeness and curiosity. The mirror flickered.

As flame refuses even the stars to ash.

It showed a fire, burning of destruction and comfort.

As ice seals away even time itself.

Ice that holds a memory of fear and desperation.

As great trees swallow even the sky.

Earth swaying with beauty.

Fear not the power of darkness.

The hand held her tighter and her skin seemed to ache.

Common now, show me your power.

‘I have none but this curse I’m afraid’ all her words became trapped in her mind as her voice would not bare to interrupt the stranger.

We only have a little bit of time left.

All started to fade.

At all costs, do not let go of that hand.

She gripped it tighter fearing for if she lets go she would fall into a place much worse then now.

The soft fabric of the cramped space gave the girl a small amount of comfort, the thing she was in was very small not giving her room to extend her arms nor twist her body.

‘Whats going on.. where am I?’ She tried to push forward on the enclosure that was trapping her but nothing moved, not even allowing a crack of light to enter her space.

“I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me...” a voice spoke from outside of her imprisonment, a squeaky voice.

“A, child..?” She let out a murmur her, voice coming of a bit starchy from not using it and squawking.

“Urgggh... This lid weighs a ton! Try this on for size! Mya-ha!” Suddenly hot steaming blue fire, one she’s only seen the dark sorcerer Baron use, had blown the lid of her confinement. She stumbled out with the flames only slowing their heat to touch her for a moment, leaving no traces it was ever there apart from the smoking lid.

“Fire!? Dark magic fire!” She panicked but all she saw was a weasel cat like creature.

“Now to grab the good- HEY! You ain’t supposed to be awake!” It yelled at her from its place on the ground. The thing had a grey coat of fur and white fluff in the middle with blue flames emitting from the ears, and a tail that looked like a pitchfork.

“The weasel talks..” she stated to no one but herself, her confusion, shock and a small amount of fear all mixing together to make an unnamed emotion settle in her.

‘Why am I shocked..? I turn into a swan when dawn makes her presence’

“How... How DARE YOU! I am no WEASEL! I'm Grim, sorcerer extraordinaire! Tch. Whatever. You...human! Just gimme your uniform, and be quick about it!”

‘And it wants to undress me as-well.. does this thing have no manners?!’

“If ya don’t your gonna regret it” he seemed to be ready to strike her down, even if she made no offensive moves towards him.

“You don’t even know if I have any under clothes on and you ask me to undress?!, how impolite” her tone held words used only to defend herself yet this animal went in for a strike of flames, and that’s when she realised that maybe being rude to another dark sorcerer while already being cursed isn’t a good idea so she ran.

Running hasn’t left her breathless in along time so she arrived to what appeared to be a library holding and ever continuing amount of books, like actually ever continuing, some books just kept coming through with no one there to restock them.

“More magic..” she felt dread in her. ‘What if I’m in a sorcerers lair? What if that animal back there was a henchman of Baron, what’s going on??’ The poor girl was left confused until said animal burst through the doors after her and her clothing.

“Foolish human! Did you really think you could slip away from ME?” the little beast had found her and cornered her inside the library. “Now, unless you wanna get burned to a crisp, take off that—“

Something suddenly wrapped itself around the cats neck halting it from further aggression.

“YEOW! That hurt! What gives!” It started strangling around in its capture wanting its previous sense of freedom.

“Consider it tough love.” A man with a crow like mask that covered half his face appeared reprimanding the beast.

‘Now he definitely seems like a dark sorcerer’ everything thing in past experiences was telling her to run but she couldn’t move, especially not when the man set his eyes on her.

“Ah, I've found you at last. Splendid. I trust you're one of this year's new students?” ‘New student..? I’m not a student, is this an academy?’

“My, were you ever eager to make your debut. And bringing a poorly trained familiar with you? That is a clear violation of the school's rules.” He tugged at the rope that bound Grim the creature, who seemed aggravated by being called a familiar.

“Oh sir, he’s not mine I don’t-“

“As if I'd serve some lowly human! Now lemme go!” Grim struggled uselessly against his restraints once again not changing the fact that he was captured.

“Yes, yes. Rebellious familiars always say that. Do be quiet for a bit, won't you?” The crow man did not seem to be very pleased when he turned to the girl with a tired look.

“Dear me. Of all the students I've dealt with, you're the first with temerity enough to open their own gate and step out of it.Does the very notion of patience elude you?No matter. Your orientation has already begun. Let us return to the Mirror Chamber.”

The girl was now experiencing only one emotion in the moment, confusion. “Gate..?”.

“You awakened in a room full of gates, did you not?” If he meant the floating coffins then she nodded.

“All of the students here at the campus arrived by passing through such gates. Although typically the students have restraint enough to wait until I open them before waking up.”

“So the floating coffins are the gateways..?”

“The design is intended to symbolize a parting with your former world, and a rebirth into a new one.”

‘Rebirth into a new life..is my curse really still untaxed then, it’s only night so I really can’t tell, but..’ how she hoped it was true.

“But now is not the time for such prattle. You've a student orientation to attend! Go on, now. Make haste.” He turned away from her to walk before she spoke again.

“First can you tell me where I am?” She knew it was risky asking a sorcerer such type of question but she would like to know.

“Hm? Have you not fully regained consciousness?The timespace teleportation must have addled your memories...” he trailed off “Well, these things happen, I suppose. I shall explain it to you while we walk. Truly, my graciousness is boundless”

‘He makes it sound like he’s the king of the world’ the maiden gave a subtle roll of her eyes and walked forward with the man.

“This is Night Raven College.” ‘College?’ “It is an institution for students the world over who demonstrate a rare aptitude for magic.” ‘So I was right this is something of great sorcery’

“It is the most prestigious academy of its sort in all of Twisted Wonderland. And I am Dire Crowley. Having been entrusted with its care by the chairman, I serve as headmage.”

“An academy of magic..?” Her face was drowned in confusion and she kept swimming down the river called fear.

“Only those who the Dark Mirror perceives as having a talent for magic are admitted to the college. Those who are selected are summoned to the campus through those "gates," which can appear anywhere. A black carriage bearing one such gate should have come to meet you.” Headmaster Crowley answered her.

“I do remember a phantom carriage with no rider and only horrific horses..” she still remembered the splash of water when she hit the ground, or the door opening with no one to greet her but a coffin.

“That black carriage serves to receive a student chosen by the Dark Mirror. It too bears a gate that connects to this campus. And as you know, sending a carriage to meet someone on a special day is a time-honored tradition.” Grim started to talk in a muffled sense although drowned out by his restraints.

“But I bare no magical talent headmaster Crowley-“ he seemed to not hear her and went in his way.

“Now then, let us attend you orientation” and off they all went, in a silence that left unattended questions in the air.

NOTE: yay! Finished chapter one so I hope it’s to people’s liking this is not like edited as I’m doing this all my self and I’m confident it makes sense. I’ve also decided with the help of someone that Malleus will be the final love interest as I does make more sense. I don’t really have an update plan as I sometimes lose motivation for things but I’ll try to attest have one chapter a week it’s not a promise though, I’m quite exited to write yuu in her swan form, I think I’m still gonna make her a student so imagine a swan showing up to a potions class trying to learn. I think it’ll be funny, also gonna have to get someone like silver to translate for her since he’s good at talking to animals, anyway I don’t wanna spoil much but have a nice day everyone!!

#twst ramshackle #twst #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #yuu #yuu twisted wonderland #twst self insert #twst x reader #swan lake #ballet #odette #xyzbca

[sunlightmurdock]

Trouble in Paradise | 0.8 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: After the most painful break-up of his life, Rooster is stationed in Hawaii for the next six months. Alone, away from home and hurting, he finds comfort in the arms of a stranger.

Warnings: no use of y/n, age gap (rooster is in his mid-30s, reader is in her early 20s), just some angst and plot building in this one guys x

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Rooster chuckles softly to himself as he opens up the picture that he has just received. He shakes his head as he looks fondly over the image. It’s a picture of you in your living room, surrounded by a group of your friends, all of you grinning at the camera.

It’s someone’s birthday — he can’t remember who. He just finds it ridiculous that you’re dressed up so pretty with that huge boot strapped to your foot. Your crutches aren’t in the picture, since your arms are around two other girls and they’re somewhat supporting your weight.

Be good tonight, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do ;) — He texts back. He almost ends it with a gentle love you, forgetting that this isn’t Amy that he’s speaking to.

Oh shit. Amy.

He remembers suddenly that he has her on loud speaker and has been zoned out looking at your pretty face for the past thirty seconds.

“Yeah, I’m here, baby.” He breathes out. Amy’s smile falters on the other end of the line.

“I was just saying — I went to your parents’ graves today, made sure the flowers were fresh and looking good and everything. Talked to your Mom for a while.” Amy explains, settling into their bathtub at home. She has him on loud speaker too. She lifts her hand and looks at her engagement ring.

Rooster smiles. “You did?”

“Yeah. Talked about you mostly,” Amy explains, closing her eyes as she settles into the warm water. “How much I miss you being here with me.”

“I miss you too.” It falls from his lips easier than he would expect it to. He does miss her. He misses the grocery store trips and the home cooked meals and the sitting in the bathtub together after a long day at work.

“There was a really pretty sunset tonight. They would’ve loved it. You would’ve loved it.” He feels bad that she’s been thinking of him so much. Especially when if he’s being honest, she hasn’t crossed his mind much this past week. He loves her. Her misses her. It’ll all go back to normal once he’s home. But while he’s here, he just isn’t thinking straight.

“Thank you,” Bradley says softly, hoping that the guilt in his voice isn’t as obvious to her as it sounds to him. “You didn’t have to—“ He’s interrupted by obnoxiously loud knocking at his door. He ignores it, letting out a heavy sigh, “Sorry, ignore that, it’s just—“

The knocking continues. Bradley lifts his gaze to glare through his door, like that will make the jackass on the other side of it leave him alone.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He sighs softly toward the phone. Amy winces. “I think it’s Jake. I should make sure it’s not an emergency. Can I call you back?”

“Yeah, of course. I love you.”

“Love you too, baby. I’ll call you right back.” Bradley ends the call and slides the phone into his pocket as he strides toward the door. Jake almost hits Rooster in the face as the door swings unexpectedly open as he was about to knock again.

“Birdboy,” Jake grins, settling his arms back down by his sides. Rooster notices now that he isn’t alone. Berlin and a couple of the other guys are with him, all out of uniform. “Took you long enough to answer.”

“I was talking to my girl.” Rooster answers defensively.

Jake’s Cheshire Cat smile wides more as he leans in closer so that the other guys around him don’t hear, “Which one?”

“What?”

“Nothing,” Jake shrugs his stupid broad shoulders and smiles innocently. “But we’re going out for drinks and you’re coming with.”

Rooster’s eyes widen. Then he forces his features to settle again and shakes his head, “Nah, I’m busy. Maybe next time.” He has already started to close the door when Jake plants a palm on it and wedges it open.

“Not getting out of this one, Bradshaw. It’s Berlin’s birthday,” Jake explains, nodding towards their smiling colleague. “You have to come. You owe him a drink.”

Bradley offers an apologetic smile toward Berlin, “Sorry, guys. I promised I’d call her back.”

Jake wedges the door open more, “Call her tomorrow.”

Rooster clenches his jaw, “No.”

But, here he is, an hour later — standing in a bar in downtown Honolulu. He’s holding a pool cue and trying not to sweat through the shirt that he’s wearing. Not because of the heat, either.

He’s a couple of drinks in already. It’s the only way he’s going to get out of tonight alive. He said he would come for one drink, and that was over an hour ago.

Most of the guys are up at the bar doing shots, Rooster and Jake are playing a round of pool. It was Jake’s idea. Rooster still isn’t too keen on the idea of being alone with Hangman right now.

“Hi, Rooster.”

Rooster swallows hard as his hand clenches around the pool cue. Jake turns his head and looks at Rooster, lips quirking up into a smirk. Rooster feels that look burning into his side, and he knows that he’s burning red in response. He refuses to meet Jake’s gaze.

That’s the third twenty-something-year-old girl in a slutty dress and heels that’s done that in the past fifteen minutes. After pausing to look her up and down, Jake turns his head and smiles at Rooster expectantly.

“Hi, Rooster.” Jake mimics her voice at Rooster’s side. Rooster feels like he’s about to snap this cue in half. He forces a small smile towards the girl, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

Bradley’s entire body flushes. He knows that Jake is keeping count of the girls that have already greeted him personally. His cheeks, ears, his chest and his arms all burn red. He wills his body to stop and pull it together but he’s still flushing red all over.

“Kit.” Rooster greets shortly, giving the girl a brief nod. She smiles at him. Bradley feels a hand on his chest before he’s pushed back out of the way.

“Jake Seresin, Hangman, call me whatever. It’s good to meet you, Kit.” Jake interjects as he steps between Bradley and this girl, sticking out his hand and grabbing hers, shaking it.

She looks him up and down and smiles, then melts into his touch until her chest is resting against his shoulder. Jake glances back at Rooster at this girl’s forwardness.

“Nice to meet you too.” She giggles.

Rooster’s just glad there aren’t mirrors here, because he knows that if he could see how red he is, then he would lose it.

Jake smiles politely at her. She brings a hand up to rest against his chest. Jake could see this girl trying to worm her way into Bradley’s bed, clearly she’s into her navy guys. She’s cute, but something in Jake tells him that this girl isn’t the one.

“So, Kit, how do you know my good friend Rooster, over here?” Jake asks, placing his hand over the top of hers on his chest. She smiles as she looks back across to Rooster, opening her mouth to answer. Then she sees the look on Rooster’s face.

She’s drunk. But she still gets the vibe that this is not a question that Rooster wants her to answer. Kit considers why that may be. She looks back and forth between them.

“Uh —“ Kit’s baffled. From what you’ve told her, Rooster’s not afraid to tell anyone about you. But in this situation, something about the way he’s looking at her tells her that she’s not supposed to mention your name. “Friend of a friend.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. Then he looks back at Rooster. Kit feels like she’s stuck in the middle of a tennis match and that last shot is really making her head spin.

“I’d love to meet this friend.” Jake smiles at her.

Kit smiles almost nervously. She sinks into herself as she retracts her hand from his chest, biting her lip, “Um, well we came ahead. Most of my friends are still finishing their drinks down the street, so… um, I dunno — maybe you’ll run into her later.”

“I sure hope so.” Jake grins at her as he plucks a toothpick from the tin that he keeps in his pocket and places it between his teeth. “You have a good night, sweetheart.”

She blushes and giggles again, “Thanks. You too. Night, Rooster.”

“Night, Kit.” Rooster mumbles dejectedly.

Kit walks back over to her friends, eyes wide. She immediately begins whispering once she reaches them and three sets of eyes land on Jake and Bradley at once.

“Just fess up, man.” Jake chuckles as he pushes off of the wall and lines up to take his turn. Bradley’s brows furrow as Jake sinks two balls at once.

“About what?”

Jake looks up, then smirks. Rooster’s still burning red and there’s a group of girls gossiping about him less than fifteen feet away. Rooster’s just waiting for the ground to swallow him whole. He lifts his beer bottle and takes a drink.

He’s going to finish this one then head home.

Only, once that drink is finished, someone stands up and begins to toast to Berlin. So, Bradley stands with his hands in his pockets, fingers already curled around his keys — waiting for the shitty speech to end.

It’s like a sixth sense that Jake has. He doesn’t know when he developed it or why he has it — it’s one of Chloe’s favourite qualities about him. But Jake can always tell when two people are hooking up. Always. He just knows. After Phoenix had that awkward five minute hook up with the Navy Lawyer back in Lemoore, she had been furious because after all of her efforts to hide it, all it had taken was one look.

She had just looked up from the book she was reading and met his eyes once. For less than two seconds. But when she had turned her attention back to the book, she had looked up and found Jake grinning in intrigue.

So, when the remainder of the group of young girls walk in, Jake knows that his mystery girl is in there somewhere. He just doesn’t know which one. He knows that Bradley has spotted you all coming in because the pilot has stiffened. Rooster’s staring dead ahead like he’s suddenly enthralled in the speech.

Jake isn’t listening to a damn word. He has eyes on Kit. She immediately passes through the group of excited girls and grabs one by the shoulders. The girl that she grabs is on crutches, a thick black boot strapped around her foot. Rooster glances over at Jake and swallows hard.

Kit squeezes your shoulders and tells you something, then points. Jake’s lips quirk up into a smirk around his toothpick as you turn to look for Rooster. Bingo.

“Christ, Bradshaw — Chloe and Amy talk and I’d heard some rumours — but I had no idea you were out here hospitalising girls.” Always crude, Jake says it loud enough to ignite that classic Bradley Bradshaw temper that he loves to see.

None of the other guys pay much attention, but Jake has spoken loud enough that they would have been able to listen in if they wanted.

Rooster rounds on Jake. Those couple of inches in height difference seem more when that huge freak is looming in his face. Still, Jake shows no signs of fear. He grins and nods his head back in your direction,

“She’s damn beautiful. Those legs.”

Jake sees it. That split second that Bradley sees red. It’s enough to prove Jake’s point. Enough that Jake just stands there, waiting patiently for Rooster to come clean.

Rooster composes himself and glances over his shoulder toward the group of girls, “I’ll bet Chloe would love to hear you say that.” He mutters.

“Don’t worry about me and Chloe,” Jake smiles. Bradley seethes. “Besides — what happens on posting stays on posting. Right?”

Jake doesn’t actually think that way, he’s just trying to get under Rooster’s skin. Rooster knows that. Rooster knows that Jake knows. His heart feels like it’s hanging around in the general vicinity of his knees right now.

“What’s your girl’s name?” Jake asks, nodding towards the giggling girl on the other side of the bar. You’re oblivious to their conversation about you. Sure, you plan to go say hi sometime soon. But it’s your friend’s birthday — you’re here with her. And Rooster’s friends are in the middle of something anyway.

Rooster’s glad you haven’t come over. He’s praying that you don’t. That you just stay where you are. That you don’t ruin this.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bradley mumbles unconvincingly. Jake wants to punch him. It’s infuriating, watching this idiot scramble to come up with excuses.

“You don’t? — So, that sweet little thing over there, you’ve never met her?”

“No.” Bradley shrugs.

Jake hums and takes a sip from his drink, “So, she’s like — free game then. Right?”

This time Rooster wants to hit Jake. Jake sees that in his eyes. He just wants Rooster to man up and admit it. Admit that what he’s doing is fucked up.

Bradley grits his teeth, then shrugs his shoulders again, calling Hangman’s bluff. There’s no way he would touch her. But, this is Jake.

Jake slams his drink down on the bar and pats Bradley’s shoulder, “Cool. Thanks, Birdboy.” Rooster’s heart leaps up into his throat and falls back into his stomach at once as Jake turns on his heel and heads straight for the group of girls.

He grabs onto the bar, maybe to steady himself or maybe to stop him from grabbing the collar of Jake’s shirt and throwing him onto the floor.

Jake slides into the booth that your group is in, leaning across the table. Rooster watches as Jake shakes your hand. You laugh at something he says, and then lift your gaze to look at him.

You scrunch your brows at him slightly and motion your head for him to come over. Rooster turns and pretends to be more involved in the conversation to his left, acting like he has been listening all along. You frown slightly.

Rooster has to force himself not to keep looking. He manages a little at a time. Maybe thirty second intervals. Then, he looks and Jake is sitting right next to you and he’s holding your necklace, looking right into your eyes and telling you how pretty it looks.

You glance down between his hand and his eyes. You’re right about to turn your head towards Rooster to shook him an ‘are you freaking seeing this?’ type look.

Then, you feel a warm hand wrap around your wrist. You gasp as Jake drops your necklace, letting it fall back against your chest quickly. Rooster pulls you to your feet in the same moment, making you stumble, hitting your boot hard on the floor as you try to steady yourself.

You gasp, grabbing onto his arm and squeezing your eyes shut as you feel tension in the healing ligament that sears up your leg. “Fuck, that hurt.” You whisper, turning towards him and leaning your head against his shoulder.

Jake sits back in the chair, mission accomplished. Confirmation achieved. It doesn’t make him feel good. He feels even worse that you just hurt yourself because of him. He immediately wonders if he needs to tell Chloe this.

“I need to talk to you.” Rooster breathes out. Pants, almost. His eyes are frantic as they roam your features. You scrunch your brows at him and nod, glancing back toward his friend, confused. “Can we just… just come with me. Please.”

You nod.

You’re slower than he is on your crutches, but he waits until you’re both out of view, standing by the bathrooms before he finally turns to look at you again.

“Rooster, what’s going on? — I was just being nice because he’s your friend, I wasn’t-“

Searing guilt. Like heat. Rooster wants to come clean and tell you that this isn’t your fault, that you’ve never done anything wrong or to be ashamed of. That this is all his fault. That he fucked everything up. It hurts to think that all you’re worried about is him being upset with you.

“No, I know, baby,” He breathes out, stopping finally to look at you. “I know. He’s just - he did that to just fuck with me, I’m sorry.”

You’re actually kind of relieved to know that his friend wasn’t actually coming on to you. He is incredibly good looking, but not exactly your type. Very much Kit’s type.

“Rooster,” You push yourself up on your crutches, bracing your weight on them. “You’re freaking me out now. What’s going on?”

He looks down at the crutches pressing uncomfortably into your arms, brows scrunching. He was on crutches once before after a football injury, he knows how exhausting it is to use them. All he can think about is how much of an asshole he’s being for keeping you on your feet.

“Can we just talk about this back at your place? — I can’t do this here.” He rushes the sentence. He’s fidgety, like he can’t bare to spend another second in this place. You squint at him and shake your head.

“No, it’s CJ’s birthday — I want to stay and celebrate with her. We can talk here.” You reach out and press your hand to his chest. He hates seeing the concern on your face. He sighs quietly. You’re right. It’s selfish of him to ask you to leave.

“I’m sorry,” He nods his head and leans in to kiss your forehead. “Jake just… gets under my skin. It’s nothing, really. We can talk tomorrow when I take you for your check up.”

You furrow your brows at him, “Not so fast, Flyboy. You’re acting weird.”

He reaches out and touches your face tenderly. You smile as he presses his chest to yours, pressing your back to the wall behind you. You lift your chin and brush your nose against his.

“I just don’t want to screw this up.” He whispers. Your heart swells. He can practically see it swell as he looks into your eyes. All doe-eyed and trusting, smiling up at him just like that first day on the beach.

He presses harder against you, kissing your lips. You hum contentedly and shake your head, “Don’t worry. I trust you.”

God, that makes it even worse. He kisses you again, then pulls back and wipes the smudged lipgloss from just above your lip.

“I’ll see you in the morning, for your checkup.” Rooster promises. You smile and nod your head. “Be good tonight, stay away from Jake.”

“I can’t promise anything.” You tease him, shooting him a playful wink. He smiles fondly once, kissing your cheek before he leaves you standing there.

You’re confused, admittedly, but you can see how this Jake guy could ruffle someone’s feathers. You don’t know their dynamic, but clearly Jake likes to piss Bradley off. Besides, you can’t pretend that you don’t like that he’s protective.

After all the shit that men have put you through, it’s about time that you’re seeing someone who’s looking out for you.

…

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#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw smut #miles teller #rooster x you #rooster bradshaw imagine #top gun smut #trouble in paradise

[rueitae]

I've just come back into the fandom after a few years and I stumbled onto your player teacher au and I am Obsessed and in fact I love everything you've written but teacher player lives in my head rent free. And I just wanted you to know that.. have a good day 💜

Thank you so much. I meant to answer this a long time ago but the family got hit with colds.

From the bottom of my heart thank you. Teacher AU has a place in my heart forever. As a thanks, here’s a teaser for the direction I want to go with it:

“What?”

Twin shrieks in a distinct Boston accent echo through Player’s surround sound, so much so that the hacker winces and presses the hotkey on his keyboard to turn down the volume just a notch or five. Zack sounds utterly confused and Ivy carries the intense rage of a cat denied its morning meal.

Maybe Player should not have started out so bluntly.

“They have no idea who I am,” Player emphasizes to the team on the other end of the video call. Ashamedly, he briefly looks away. “At least, I don’t think they do. Otherwise they never would have let me leave, right?” he finishes with nervous laughter.

Immediately upon arriving home, he’d texted Carmen to organize a team meeting. Urgent. Then spent the next hour combing every square inch of his apartment, looking for bugged mics or cameras. Part of him worries his rudimentary skills in that department might have caused him to miss something. He wishes Carmen were here. In person.

There is a long, long sigh from Shadowsan’s section of the screen. The man closes his eyes tightly as if attempting to will away a headache. “My former colleagues have never been the kind to quit.” He opens his eyes and he looks already ten years older. Tired. “VILE has remained successfully hidden for eight centuries, until now. The Faculty will not be content to be known as the ones who saw its downfall.”

“Which is why this situation is perfect,” Player adds animatedly. He holds his hands in front of him, where they itch to do…something. Anything for those kids. For his team. To take down VILE for good before they can do any more harm. “VILE doesn’t know my face. They don’t even know I exist. I’m literally the perfect spy.”

A light cough takes Player’s attention to the other ACME agents on this call.

“Spies undergo years of intense training for dangerous situations such as this one,” Julia says carefully. She wears her business casual today rather than her ACME uniform. Not on official business, yet, Player supposes. She looks as if she’s at her desk at home.“I did not teach you any of it in your graduate classes.”

“We have enough simply knowing Tigress is there,” Devineaux adds. He attempts to casually lean over Julia’s shoulder. “Should we not just…go get them?” the agent shrugs his arms to the left as if ready to go get the keys and go to the car.

“I’m with Devineaux,” Ivy pipes up. The rage contained within her eyes looks as if a volcano is about to erupt. “VILE’s done enough. Let’s nab ‘em quick. Like you said, Player. They wouldn’t even know we’re coming.”

Player sighs, settling deeper into his chair, feeling defeated already that the team is not on his side. “Because it’s not just the academy students this time around. VILE’s starting them earlier. I’ll be teaching fourteen year olds. If I stay undercover, we can find out for sure who all from VILE is there, lure them into a trap for ACME, all without risking the students getting hurt.”

The call goes silent, then. Player wonders if the others can feel it too, the proverbial elephant in the room. The one person who hasn’t spoken yet is the one person who Player values the opinion of over all else. If Carmen shoots down this idea, then that’s it.

She sits in her mother’s office, Player can tell. The full set of her Russian nesting dolls is on the bookshelf behind her, along with several mother-daughter pictures, and one father-daughter picture. Carmen leans back in the chair, as if deep in thought. There are wrinkles under her eyes as well, looking far too tired. Player’s heart hurts for her. She doesn’t deserve this.

Finally, she looks him in the eye. “I don’t like this, Player.” It isn’t a firm answer, but it's an honest one. Her voice feels more like a plea, one for him not to convince her that this is their best option.

Player can’t oblige. “I don’t like it either, but it really is our best shot, Red. We’ve been given an in. We really can’t ignore it.”

“Jules is right,” Carmen comes back with. “You’re a hacker, Player. This is a whole different kind of spy work.”

“All I have to do is teach geography,” Player states clearly.

“For VILE,” Carmen states just as clearly. But her eyes quickly become overcast, building into a storm. “You’d be teaching for VILE.”

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #player bouchard #thank you! #anyway this is the route I planned to go #life has just been busy since baby #and I’ve been focused on other writing within CS #but thank you for reminding me of his AU

[yourlocaltrashpandaa]

A Gift For You

cat hybrid!kaeya x fem!reader

drabble

fandom: genshin impact

contains: a dead bird, petnames, mentions of blood, established relationship

A/n: wanted to do an au so here, enjoy my catboy!kaeya brainrot

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A surprise yelp echos throughout the shared home you have with Kaeya. On the floor in the living room is a dead bird, blood pools out from underneath it on the hardwood floor. You know who did it, it’s know secret. Kaeya. Though you know it’s not his fault due to his instincts. You know does it out of love for you but it’s kinda gross and you hate waking up to a dead bird or even a squirrel in your living room.

“Kaeya!” You call him. He hasn’t left to go into the city for work with the Knights.

“Yes, my dear,” He purrs as walks into living room (rather quickly I might add) with a smile on his face like he is all innocent.

You scowl at your boyfriend as his cat tail swishes from side to side. Does he really not know what he’s do or does he just not care? Probably the latter.

“Kaeya, what have I told you about bringing in dead animals into the house?” You asks him.

One of his cat ears twitches at your question as he looks at you. “But it’s a gift for you, my dear,” He says. “Why? Do you not like it?”

You frown. “Yeah, I know that. But, I don’t want blood on my floor. Why can’t you just get me a piece of jewelry or something like that instead,” You say.

Kaeya’s ear flatten against his head. “I’m sorry, you’re right. It’s my instinct I can’t help it,” He says.

You sigh out as you walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. “It’s okay, kitty. I know I was just a bit frustrated and slightly grossed out,” You say.

Kaeya smiles as he hugs you back as purrs erupts from his chest. “I’ll do better. No more dead things,” He says then he smirks, it looks cat-like. “How about a pretty necklace to make up for it?”

Your eyes shimmer at his words. “You don’t have to, Kaeya..” You say softly as you let go of him.

His tail flicks around as he scoffs slightly. “Hey now, don’t get all shy on my now. You asked so I’ll deliver.” Kaeya says.

You laugh. “Okay, fine. You win.” You say then you smile at him.

“Well, now that that’s settled. I have to get to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. I’ll see you later tonight, dove~.” He purrs as he smirks as his tail flicks underneath your chin.

You smile, pushing his tail away from your face as you say. “Okay, be safe, kitty. I love you,”

“I love you too, my dove,” He says as he exited his shared home with you.

Kaeya definitely comes home with that necklace he promised to get you.

#genshin impact #genshin fandom #genshin x female reader #genshin fluff #genshin drabbles #genshin drabble #genshin kaeya #kaeya x fem!reader #kaeya x reader #genshin au #genshin hybrid au

[jungle-angel]

Little Feet (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett both know that you’ve got some of the best friends in the world

Christmas Eve in the Abbott household was nothing short of eventful, but this year had been more than eventful for you and Rhett. 

You blushed a little bit when you saw Rhett trailing down the stairs with Baby Hannah, who had only been home two weeks, her tiny form cradled safely in Rhett’s arms. “Here she is,” he announced proudly. “The princess has made her grand entrance.”

You were practically melting at the sight when you made your way up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and returning his kiss. “And so hasn’t the king,” you teased. 

Rhett joined you in the living room where the fire crackled away and Diesel and Ruby were in their respective beds close to the Christmas Tree. There was no sign of the cat, but if anything, you and Rhett would find her up in your bedroom later. 

Rhett sat close to you on the sofa with Hannah’s delicate little head resting on his chest, her little body snug and warm under her pink blanket. “Finally got her to sleep,” he sighed. “Guess once you give’em a bath they go right to sleep.” 

“Kind of like you and I,” you chuckled. 

Rhett smiled as he kissed the crown of Hannah’s head. Diesel, the loveable hulk of a Rottweiler, rose from his bed and made his way over, sniffing little Hannah before Rhett told him to sit. “Should we open one?” he asked. 

“I thought your mom said not until morning?”

“She doesn’t have to know,” Rhett chuckled. 

You smiled and rolled your eyes as you got up and went to the tree where the other gifts were piled for the morning, taking the small box that sat on top of one of the bigger ones. “I think this one’s......yes, this one’s from Wes’s family, to the both of us and Hannah.” 

You and Rhett both opened the little box and when you brushed aside a little bit of the tissue paper, you and Rhett went wide-eyed. Inside was a little pair of baby shoes made from the softest leather you had ever held in your hands, the bright red and turquoise colored beads forming intricate patterns all on their own.

“Rhett and (Y/n),” you read aloud from the little card inside. “Cece, my mom, Uncle and I all worked on these when we found out (Y/n) was pregnant. Hopefully soon you guys can come out to the Res once Nora and I are settled with our baby. We can’t thank you guys enough for all the help you guys have given in the past and now it’s our turn to give back to you guys.

                                                         Wes and Nora”

You saw the tears starting to form in your husband’s eyes, grateful beyond words that his best friend had gone to those lengths to say thank you. “You ok?” you asked. 

“Oh I’m good hon, I’m good,” Rhett laughed a little. “I’m just happy because I know we’ve got the best set of family and friends on this planet.” 

A small coo came from Hannah, her eyes hardly fluttering open as Rhett handed her off to you and placing her into your arms. He slipped the little shoes onto her feet and carefully tied the laces, still in disbelief that her feet were that little. 

“I love you princess,” Rhett whispered as he kissed her soft little cheeks. “So does your family. 

You scooted closer to Rhett, your baby girl in your arms and the fire crackling away as it snowed outside. That night, you and Rhett thanked God for the family and friends who made your lives worth living each and every day. 

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

[twistedoverbloat]

An idea: (Fem) Yuu clawthorn the snow owl witch [Age 19 in this au] youngest sister of eda🧡and lilith💙, Loves both her older sisters, just eda she loves apple blood 🍏🩸, her palismen is a snowy owl named crystal, she is extremely talented at potions, healing, plant, oracle, illusions, beast keeping tracks and glyph magic and good at speaking spanish and other languages from the human realm, speaking of which she always loves to travel with luz and the gang on traveling to different countries and exploring different cultures, her hobbies and other talents are creating synth groove/golden hip hop/techno/K-POP ost music, roller skate dancing,(normal dancing),playing video games 🎮,swimming, cooking and baking, she is a combination of both her sisters a nerd and rebel with a heart of gold for those in need and loves to spend time and take care of kids ( because she wishes to find her special significant other either a witch,demon OR maybe even human to settle down with and raise a family )

Quick summary: yuu had just turned 19 and graduated hexside with honors sometime later she too has shared the owl beast curse but to everyone’s shock she still has magic and has a harpy form after that she still lives with her parents but does her fair share of housework and has more freedom to travel and explore other new kinds of countries of the human realm with Luz and the others for the summer until one night her father came home with a unique mirror that he and hunter found in emperor belos ruined castle

Gwendolyn(mother): welcome home darling and welcome to you too hunter dear oh my what lovely mirror you’ve brought

Dell(father): before the defeat of belos he confiscated belongings from all wild witches

Hunter: now that he’s gone it was a good opportunity for them to get back what was taken from them

Dell(father): but several days later this mirror hasn’t been claimed by anyone

Gwendolyn(mother): and decided to bring it home it’s perfect for our living room what do you think owlet dear?

Yuu(Clawthorn): I think it’s a wonderful idea mother

Later that night yuu and her palismen had heard what sounded like a voice calling her from the living room she quickly got up and got dressed walked down stairs without waking up her parents when she stared at her reflection but it suddenly turned dark with glowing green flames and the voice had said to take their hands and not let go the next thing she and crystal knew she woke up out of a coffin encounter a mystery flaming cat like monster named grim ( she had the same reaction that Luz had when she first saw king ) yuu rushed to hug and pet him making him purr then encountered the head master saying that she the is first and only girl in night raven college[an all boys college]. Wonder how would anyone react to a young powerful witch from another realm enrolled in their campus see how strong, powerful and intelligent she is. And most importantly would have a crush on her and want to have a romantic steady relationship with her if they got a chance ( my two picks are leona and malleus )( best friends ace and deuce the four of them are known as the"wild magic coven")

Bonus: she able to go home on Fridays, weekends and invites her friends and come back for classes, grim gets adopted by the clawthorn family

I LOVE THIS IDEA!!

#clawthorne yuu #the owl house yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland x reader

[dot-cant-write]

A Different Chord - Sammy Lawrence x Reader (Part Five)

It’s getting busy at the studio, and you can’t find Sammy Lawrence.

A/N: In honor of BatDR not being dead, I have actually written stuff. (Sorry for the wait.)

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It had been nearly half a year since your lessons with Sammy began, and things were busier than ever in the studio. It had been at least a week since your last banjo lesson (though admittedly, they were turning into sessions where you told Sammy gossip from around the studio). One day on your break, you headed down to the Music Department to see Sammy.

Henry had practically kicked you out of the art department anyway, complaining that you’re too young to work straight through the day. He said he was gonna have to talk to to Joey about that. Breaks were practically nonexistent in the studio, after all, especially as of late. Joey Drew’s deadlines were becoming more and more imposing and strict. Now that you thought about it, everyone seemed more on edge lately. You rolled your shoulders back and moseyed towards the music director’s office.

When you got there, you were surprised to see that his office was empty. Maybe he was still with the band? You went down the hall to check. As you rounded the corner into the practice room, you frowned. The room was empty. The band must not be meeting today. Or maybe they were taking their own break. Either way, the practice room was empty.

“Don’t know where he went, kiddo. Kicked us all out awhile ago.” A drawling voice made you jump. Turning around, you found Norman Polk on the balcony, fidgeting with a projector.

“That Sammy Lawrence is a strange one, I’ll tell ya… Once he kicked the band out, he ran all the way up here. Heard him flip the projector on, then he ran all the back down here. He played some instruments or somethin’, and he hasn’t come out for a long time. Peculiar man, dunno what you see in him,” Norman continued. That was the most you’d ever heard him speak. Your face reddened a little at his words.

“He’s just teaching me how to play the banjo, Mr. Polk! Don’t get the wrong idea,” you defended.

Norman grinned like the cheshire cat. “I think you’d better tell him that. Never seen that crazy composer as happy as he is when he’s teachin’ you.”

You shook your head hopelessly, feeling the heat in your cheeks. “I’m going to go find Sammy, Mr. Polk.” With that, you exited the room and started searching around, ignoring what Norman had said.

You couldn’t find Sammy anywhere, oddly enough. You swore he never left the music department, and Norman mentioned he’d been in the band room, but there was no sign of the musician. Instead, you’d decided to settle down in his office and wait for him to return.

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Sammy’s office had become a bit busier as of late. Joey Drew had pipes installed to carry ink for some weird sort of project, and the switch for the pumps was placed there. People often came in and out of the office, usually GENT workers or janitors like Wally. Sammy’s desk had also become a bit messier. It had been a lot busier in the studio and you hadn’t had as frequent lessons… Since when had it become so unorganized?

After turning Sammy’s radio on, you started to stack the sheet music scattered across his desk. There were a lot of ink stains on the music. Come to think of it, there were also a lot of ink bottles in his rubbish bin… Why was he going through so much ink?

You shrugged it off once you noticed a black notebook under the sheet music you’d sorted. Curiosity gnawed on your bones, and as you started to reach for the book—

“(Y/N), you’re in my office.” Sammy Lawrence appeared, leaning on the doorframe. He looked slightly amused.

“Um yup, sure am. It’s a disaster in here, you should hire a maid,” You joked lightly, hoping he hadn’t seen you reach for his notebook.

“How long have you been waiting here?” Sammy asked. Changing the subject.

“Only for a little while. Where have you been? Got time for a lesson?”

The composer only responded to the latter question. “Only a short one. Joey has me writing songs for three different Bendy cartoons, all due tonight.” His expression soured.

“Why not work on those then? I don’t mind.”

“You’re just a distraction, I won’t be able to write much while you’re here. Besides, I have… certain things I have to do. Alone,” he added hastily.

Odd. “Do you want me to leave? Am I too distracting?” You asked, waggling your eyebrows playfully. You tried to keep Norman’s words from creeping back into your head.

“Oh, can it. Quit being a child,” Sammy said, but you swear a smile crept up on his face.

“Make me,” you chided lightly. Sammy strode over to where you were sitting at his desk. He towered over you normally, but was even taller while you sat. Leaning down, the musician placed a hand on his desk. He stared straight into your eyes, smirking. He was so close-

The moment was over in an instant. Turning away, he chuckled. “That’s what I thought. Now please, let me work.”

You should probably tell him what Norman said…

You decided not to.

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #sammy lawrence x reader #cant believe batdr is actually real #also forgive me for disappearing organic chemistry is hard.

[mymoodwriting]

5.9k, hybrids, fluff, comfort, attempted assault, mentions of assault, trauma, claws, abuse, violence, implied smut

“You adopted some strays?”

“Yeah, I was walking home when I noticed a tail moving around in a dumpster. I went over out of concern and found a precious cat hybrid. I have pictures!” You took out your phone and showed your coworker. “This is Yeonjun, it was like love at first sight. I offered to take him home and adopt him once I realized he was a stray. Although he told me he wasn’t alone.”

“So you took in a whole liter?”

“Not quite. Yeonjun showed me his friends, there was another cat, and three dog hybrids.”

“Wow, that’s an interesting mix.”

“They were all so cute.” You showed a group photo. “So I took them all in.”

“Cats and dogs… one type of hybrid is already a lot of work, but two. I don’t know how you’ve managed.”

“They’re pretty well behaved. I already did all the paperwork, and took them to the vet for a checkup and the necessary shots. They’re all a bunch of healthy boys.”

“Wait, they’re all boys?” 

“Yeah… why?”

“Well, how do you deal with them when they go into heat? Or did you get them fixed?”

“Ah… well… the vet didn’t mention anything about that… and it hasn’t been a problem…”

“How long have you had them?”

“A couple months now, but not that long. I mean, they’re fine. They know if they need anything they can just ask me.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“When’s y/n coming home?”

    Taehyun stared out the window solemnly, his patience wearing thin. His ears were pressed against his head, huffing out of boredom.

“She gets home around the same time everyday.” Yeonjun reminded. “Just look at the clock.”

“I don’t trust it… it mocks me… with its slowness and never ending ticking.”

“Well sixty seconds are sixty seconds, time moves at a constant speed, so, be patient.”

“I’m bored.” Taehyun whined. “Why can’t she just stay home all the time?”

“That’s not how her job works.” Soobin said. “If you’re so bored just go to sleep. She’ll be home before you know it.”

“Ugh… I guess…”

    Taehyun was still pouting but found a comfy spot to lay down, making sure to bask in the sun while he napped.

“Wake me when y/n gets home.”

“No promises.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“Boys, I’m home.”

    You called out your arrival as you stepped into your place, quickly hearing footsteps rushing over to you. Soon you were attacked with hugs, all your boys welcoming you home.

“Hello, hello, did you miss me?”

“Yes.” “Of course.” “Always.”

“And did you stay out of trouble?”

“Yup.” “Yeah.“

“Ah, I saw that Beomgyu.” You said. “Your ears went down for a second, what did you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Soobin?”

“He broke into the snack cabinet.”

“Beomgyu! Was that before or after lunch?”

“After.”

“Hm, is there something you wanna say pup?”

“… Kai was my look out and he had some too…”

“Ya!”

“I won’t be in trouble alone!”

“Two of you sneaking snacks? Tsk, tsk, you know what that means.”

“…”

“It’s not fair for the others. So, my three boys with empty stomachs, how about some snacks?”

“Yes!” “Please!”

“Come on then.”

    You only took a few steps before you stopped, Beomgyu and Kai each holding one of your legs. They were both whining, ears down.

“We’re sorry.”

“We won’t do it again, promise.”

“What’s done is done, now let your brothers have their snacks.”

“But we want snacks from you too.”

    They both started whimpering, rubbing their head against your leg. You chuckled, but it wasn’t long before the others pulled them off, setting you free so they could get their snacks. The two trouble makers stayed put, just watching.

“I hate you…” Kai mumbled.

“Me too.”

    The three good boys lined up and eagerly awaited their snacks. They were given head pats and ear scratches before being rewarded, all very happy and very smug.

“Alright. I’m going to shower, and then I’ll get dinner together. Our drama will air soon.”

    While you were off the other three made fun of the others before they all settled down in the living room. Soobin turned on the TV, getting to the right channel. Once you finished your shower you went out to check on them, seeing your boys all gathered around the TV.

“You all look so cute, I’ll get dinner.”

    You whipped something up for dinner, setting it down on the coffee table, and everyone dug in. You all ate together and watched the next episode of your drama, talking and sharing theories during commercials. By the end you all wanted more, but you’d have to wait until next week. There was a bit more talking before you cleared the table and did the dishes, with some help of course.

“Alright, bed time.”

    The boys all eagerly followed you to their room, jumping in bed and fooling around. You tried to wrangle them all up, tucking them into bed, one by one, until you had them all under the sheets. You gave them all a good night kiss, giving some gentle pets before wishing them all a good night.

♥♥♥♥♥

    Late at night Soobin had gotten up to get a drink, carefully slipping out of bed. On his way back he found Kai standing at the door to your bedroom, hand holding the door knob. They all knew you locked the door at night, just to make sure none of them interrupted your sleep, and for the most part they were fine with that.

“Kai… what are you doing?”

“She’s sleeping… I wanna sleep with her…”

“She needs rest, or else how do you expect her to take care of us.”

“I wanna be with her…”

“In the morning, come on, you look exhausted.”

    Soobin gently wrapped an arm around Kai and led him back to bed, tucking him in before getting in himself. The rest of the night seemed to be uneventful, and when morning came they all woke to the same thing.

“Boys, breakfast!”

    Smiles appeared on their faces as they got up, yawning and making their way to the kitchen. Five bowls of cereal set out while you were packing up your own lunch for the day. You blew them all kisses and they eagerly ate. Although the last to get to the table was Kai, dragging his feet and clearly half asleep. You didn’t notice right away, not until you heard a splash and thud. You quickly turned around to see that Kai’s head was in the cereal bowl and you rushed over to help him out. You gently lifted his head out, moving the bowl away and reaching for a napkin to clean him up. While also making sure he wasn’t sick.

“Kai, baby, did you sleep okay last night?”

“Uh…”

“You can have something to eat later, okay, let’s get you cleaned up and back to bed.”

    The others didn’t say much as you helped Kai back to his room, putting him back to sleep. Although once the two of you were gone they started talking.

“What the hell was that?” Taehyun wondered. “Did he have a nightmare?”

“Was he standing in front of y/n’s room again?” Yeonjun mumbled.

“Wait, he’s done that before?” Soobin asked.

“Oh, so he was?”

“I found him last night, but I got him back to bed. He might have woken up again.”

“Why would he be outside y/n’s room?” Beomgyu said. “Sounds weird.”

“He said he wanted to sleep with her.”

“What?”

“Like share a bed and stuff, at least I think.”

“He needs to stop doing that before he gets found out and freaks her out.” Yeonjun added. “There’s a reason she locks the door.”

“That’s just so we don’t wander in at night.” Taehyun said.

“Exactly.”

“Can you boys make sure Kai sleeps in today.” You said as you came back to the kitchen. “He looks exhausted.”

“We can do that.” Soobin smiled. “Don’t worry about him, he’ll be okay.”

“I know, you guys are very tough.” You grabbed your lunch. “I’ll be heading out now, oh, and don’t forget I will be home late today, so don’t wait up.”

“Okay.”

“Love you boys, have a good day.”

“You too.” “Bye.”

    They all waved and saw you off, returning to finish their breakfast and properly clean up. There were plenty of things to do in the house to entertain themselves, plenty of games, both online and off, they just weren’t allowed to use the internet. What they had was enough for them regardless, it was more than they ever had before out on the streets. Later in the afternoon around lunch time Soobin went to the fridge to see what you had left for them, also asking the others to wake Kai, he needed to eat something. They all gathered around the TV to eat, Kai still half asleep.

“Were you standing at y/n’s door again last night?” Yeonjun asked.

“No…”

“Then why are you so tired?” Beomgyu said. “You nearly drowned in your cereal bowl this morning.”

“I’m fine.”

“Regardless, you need to stop doing that.” Yeonjun added. “If she catches you outside her room one day you’ll scare her and she might kick you out. All of us even.”

“She wouldn’t.”

“Just stop it. It’s also fucking with your health. She’ll drag you and us to the vet…”

“Oh…”

“Exactly.”

    That conversation seemed to go well, but given that Kai wasn’t there in the morning, he wasn’t aware that you would be home late. So around the usual time you’d be home he was found waiting by the door.

“She’s gonna be late today.” Taehyun said when he found him. “Come on, we’re gonna watch a movie.”

“I’ll just wait here.”

“Okay then, join us when you want.”

    Taehyun explained to the others, and they all expected Kai at some point, but he never showed. They finished the movie and cleaned up, Yeonjun going off to find the other. Kai was still plopped down in front of the door, clearly sleepy but doing his best to stay awake.

“Let’s go to bed, y/n will be home soon.”

“Then I’ll wait.”

“She’ll wind up tripping over you. Come on.”

    Yeonjun yanked Kai up to his feet, intending to take him to bed, but he was met with resistance. Kai didn’t want to leave, and this was getting ridiculous.

“Kai.”

“Let go!”

“If she finds you sleeping on the floor she’ll be worried.”

“I won’t fall asleep!”

“You can barely keep your eyes open right now.”

“Let me go!”

“Kai please.”

    The two started tussling, Yeonjun trying to drag Kai away, and then they heard the door opening. Yeonjun immediately let go, Kai falling to the floor. As you entered you didn’t make a sound, thinking your boys were asleep, instead you found Yeonjun and Kai in what seemed to be a fight.

“What are you two doing?”

    You went over to help Kai get up, seeing his tired face. Yeonjun was fumbling with his words, trying to figure out how to explain, but you interrupted.

“You can tell me what happened in the morning. I’ve had a long day so let’s just leave it at that.”

    Yeonjun whimpered, feeling like he was being scolded, but you assured him he wasn’t. You kissed his head, wishing him a good night.

“You come with me sleepyhead.”

    You took Kai’s hand and took him to your room. Yeonjun watched in confusion and annoyance, seeing the door shut and hearing it lock behind you. It looked like Kai had finally gotten what he wanted. He told the others what happened, them all in disbelief and on his side, but they wouldn’t know what came next until morning.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Boys, breakfast!”

    The four in their room had been awake for a while, hearing you in the kitchen, smelling your cooking, but they all waited until you called them out. They thought maybe Kai would be with you, but he wasn’t.

“Where’s Kai?” Taehyun asked. “Isn’t he with you?”

“He’s still sleeping in my bed.”

“You guys… slept together…”

“Kai was very fluffy and warm.”

“And clingy I bet…” Yeonjun mumbled.

“Since you’ve found your voice, care to explain what I walked into last night?”

“Uh, what did Kai say?”

“I want to hear what you have to say first.”

“I… it’s a misunderstanding. Kai was waiting for you and I was trying to get him to go to bed. As I was trying to get him up you came home and I dropped him. We weren’t fighting…”

“Hm, that’s what I thought. And that’s what Kai said too. Did he sleep in yesterday?”

“Yes, we woke him up for lunch.” Soobin stated. “He seemed alright then.”

“That’s good to hear. Alright, here’s breakfast, I’ll go wake the sleepyhead.”

    You set down the food and went over to your room, coaxing Kai out of bed, telling him the others were waiting. He eventually got up and followed you to the kitchen, happily plopping down in his seat.

“Good night?” Beomgyu teased.

“Best sleep of my life.” Kai smiled.

“Yeah, I bet.”

“Okay, lunch’s all set for you guys. I’ll see you later.”

“You’re leaving already.” Taehyun whined. “But it’s too early.”

“Have to finish up something this morning, so I gotta go. You boys behave, love you.”

“Love you too.” “Bye bye.” “Have a good day.”

    Once you were gone the others quickly crowded around Kai. All grievances from yesterday forgotten or thrown out the window. They just wanted details.

“Did you really sleep in bed with her?” Beomgyu asked. “Like all wrapped up in her arms?”

“Yup.” Kai was very smug. “She’s so soft and cute.”

“I bet.”

“Do you think we can sleep with her too?” Yeonjun wondered. “I mean… it only takes one time…”

“Hopefully.” Taehyun said. “I’d love to.”

“Kai.” Soobin questioned. “Are you good?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You haven’t stopped smiling.”

“Cause I’m happy.”

“Yeah but you look… lovesick…”

“How would you know what that looks like?”

“We’ve seen a lot of romance dramas.”

“Huh, now that you mention it.” Beomgyu took a good look at Kai. “Are you in love with y/n?”

“What! No!”

“You are, you so are.”

“Is that weird?” Taehyun wondered. “You’re a hybrid and she’s human…”

“We’re half human.”

“And you’re half dog.”

“So? That drama we’re watching has a couple where one is a hybrid.”

“Side couple, not even second lead.” Taehyun said. “Not exactly the best rep here.”

“Still.”

“As if she’d date you.” Yeonjun said. “If she found out you were crushing on her things might become awkward.”

“It’s not like I’m gonna confess… I don’t wanna ruin anything…”

“How long have you been crushing?” Soobin asked. “Is that why you’re always waiting around for her?”

“Do you really think… it’s impossible for us to be together?”

“Well…”

“None of you guys… love her?”

“I… I don’t know if it’s just me being grateful for what she’s done… or if it goes beyond that…”

“I’m scared of the possibility.” Beomgyu added. “I don’t wanna ruin what we already have.”

“Same.” Yeonjun chimed in. “What we got right now is good. Let’s keep it that way.”

“Yeah. Maybe she feels the same.” Taehyun said. “I’m sure she’d let us know if she did.”

“I know, I know.” Kai sighed. “Last night was good.”

“And don’t make her worry anymore. I don’t want unnecessary trips to the vet.”

“Got it.”

    Things were pretty normal for them that day, although when it was time to come home you were nowhere to be seen. They all stood by the door, waiting and waiting, but they didn’t smell you or hear you, and they started getting worried.

“She didn’t say she was gonna be late today, did she?” Kai asked.

“No.” Soobin said. “She should be home by now.”

“Do you think something happened?” Taehyun whined. “Is she okay?”

“The emergency phone!” Yeonjun reminded. “Maybe she left a message!”

    They all rushed over to the living room, getting the phone that sat by the TV. Beomgyu quickly checked the message, seeing one from you that had been delivered an hour ago. He read it out loud, all of them quickly whimpering. You had messaged them to let them know that something had come up last minute and you would be home late. 

“I hope everything is okay…” Kai mumbled. “She already had to go in early…”

“I’m sure she is.” Soobin assured. “So let’s not worry her. Dinner and then bed.”

    That was their plan, but they all wanted to stay up and wait for you. It really wasn’t normal for you to stay out late last minute. They didn’t want to worry, but they all did. They sat around the TV, trying to stay awake, but one by one they began to doze off. They weren’t sure how long they slept, but the sounds of the door opening them began to wake them. Although they heard voices, realizing you weren’t alone.

“Thanks for walking me home.”

“No problem, tonight was fun.”

    All the boys glanced at each other, thinking the same thing. That you had gone out on a date. They started panicking, worried the stranger would come in and see them all when they were supposed to be in bed in their room. Although their feelings quickly changed as they heard where the conversation went.

“Shall we keep the party going?”

“I’ve had a great time, but I think this is where I go my own way.”

“I have no problem following you anywhere.”

“It’s late, and you should get hom-”

“You don’t have to be shy.”

    They heard a loud thud and they all quickly rushed over, seeing some stranger on top of you while you struggled beneath them, telling them to get off you. Soobin and Yeonjun quickly grabbed the stranger, getting him off. They were worried, they were angry, so it’s no surprise Yeonjun had his claws out, hurting the stranger in question while getting him off. Whoever they were tried retaliating, only to be met with Soobin growling and Yeonjun hissing. They quickly scurried off. While they had been dealing with the intruder, the other three had huddled around you, making sure you were alright.

    You were out of breath, but you were nodding your head and telling them you were fine. They all stayed with you, still very worried, but glad you were home. When your breathing had calmed down you managed to get up, saying you were going to bed. Although you only took a few steps before your legs gave out. Beomgyu and Taehyun caught you before you fell, holding you up and helping you to your room. They had been in there before, when you weren’t home and on other occasions, but never at night. They sat you down on the bed.

“Thank you…”

    You reached down to get your socks off, but you were trembling. Yeonjun didn’t say anything before kneeling down to help you, and you shyly whispered a thanks. When you tried and failed to undress yourself the others helped out too. Just enough so you’d be comfortable laying down. They did intend to just tuck you in but you grabbed Kai’s hand, asking him to stay with you. He could feel you trembling, putting on a smile and agreeing. He got into bed with you, and you looked over at the others, asking them to stay as well. They all happily got into bed,  making sure you were surrounded by them. It took a while, but eventually you fell asleep, they stayed up to make sure you were alright, and now that you were resting, they fell asleep.

♥♥♥♥♥

    Soobin wound up waking up to a soft buzzing sound, and soon the others followed. You were still sleeping, so he told the others to stay with you while he investigated. He wound up finding the source of the noise, your phone was still in your bag from last night. He carefully picked up the phone, seeing an unknown number. Still, it could be important so he answered it.

“Hello?”

“Is this y/n?”

“It’s her phone, yes.”

“We have a report of assault. Apparently your hybrids attacked an innocent-”

“That’s not what happened!”

“Excuse me?”

“We didn’t attack them! They were-”

“You’re a hybrid?”

“Yes, but I didn’t-”

    The phone was suddenly taken from Soobin, it seemed that you had woken up and heard the conversation. Soobin looked over at the others who shook their heads, clearly unable to stop you from getting out of bed.

“This is y/n, the owner of the hybrids. Do I need to come down to the station?”

“Yes, along with the offending hybrids.”

“I understand. I’ll be there soon.”

    You hung up and took a breath. You offered Soobin a small smile, petting his head. He tried to explain himself but you shook your head.

“Get dressed in something comfy, all of you.”

    You made your way back to your room, shutting the door. The boys all shared a look before going off to get dressed. They were nervous, but they got ready quickly, all waiting by your door. After what felt like a long while you came out, and they quietly followed you out. Your car was really only meant to seat five, two up front and three in the back, but all together you were six. Soobin took shotgun and the other four squeezed into the back with no complaints. It was a quiet drive to the station, and they stuck close to you as they walked in. They got some weird looks, and kept their head down, until they got to the main area.

“That’s them! Those two animals attacked me!”

    Soobin started growling, but you grabbed his hand and shook your head. He whimpered, but got the message. The trespasser looked way worse than they had left him. At most Yeonjun had clawed into his clothes and left a few scratches there, never getting anywhere near his face, and the arm in a cast was certainly fake. You simply took a seat before the detective. Before he could even speak you put down a drive on the table.

“I’d like to report an assault.”

“Huh?”

“On the drive you’ll find security footage of my coworker here forcing himself into my place and onto me after walking me home from a company dinner. My hybrids merely acted to defend me and did not cause the extreme damage you see today. If it had not been for them, you’d be looking at footage of sexual assault.”

    The color had completely drained from the guilty party. Now the boys had perked up, amazed at how you were handling the situation. The detective seemed a bit dumbfounded but took the drive anyway, having someone else take your statement. After that the story had completely changed. You didn’t stay long, merely told to wait for a court date to be set to go over the case. You thanked the detective and headed out with your boys. They were quite happy, but it wasn’t until they were in the car that they realized you had started shaking again.

“Y/n…” Soobin asked. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine… we’ll just go home now…”

    Soobin carefully reached over and took your hands off the wheel, holding them. The others were all leaning forward, unsure of what to do.

“I can drive home.” Yeonjun volunteered. “I know how.”

“Hybrids can’t legally drive…”

“Then how about we do something else until you calm down.” Soobin suggested. “Are you hungry?”

“Uh… are you guys hungry? I didn’t get you breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah, I could eat.”

“Me too.” “Yeah.” “I’m hungry.” “Yup.”

“Let’s get you some breakfast then.”

    You got out of the car, taking a few deep breaths before going off to find a restaurant. The boys followed close by at your side, a bit worried you’d collapse, but not wanting to be over protective. You saw how Taehyun was attracted to a certain smell, finding a place to eat.

“Oh, I’m sorry, we don’t serve hybrids.”

“That’s fine. Is it alright if we just order to go?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

    You had the boys pick out what they wanted, placing an order and when it was ready they helped you out. By then you seemed better and there was no issue with you driving them all home. When you got back you gave them their food, and they became aware that you hadn’t ordered anything for yourself.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” Beomgyu asked. 

“I’m not hungry. I think I’m just going to go back to bed.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Can we join you later?” Kai asked.

“Sure. I’d like that.”

    You gave them all a pet and kissed their heads before retreating to your room. They were all very worried about you now, but they wanted to give you space.

“Is she okay…” Taehyun mumbled. “She doesn’t seem okay…”

“A lot happened in a couple of hours.” Soobin said. “I don’t think she’s processed it yet.”

“At least we’re not in trouble.” Yeonjun added. “She took care of that real quick.”

“I was worried we were gonna get taken away.” Kai whined. “I was scared.”

“We’re not going anywhere.” Beomgyu stated. “She needs us and we’re here.”

“So eat up.” Soobin said. “We need our strength to take care of her.”

    They all saved a bit of their food, wanting you to have some when you felt better. They cleaned up and then snuck into your room, crawling into bed so you didn’t wake up. You were sleeping, which was a relief to everyone. For the most part things were calm until later in the afternoon when there was a knock at the door. They all quickly perked up, seeing that you were asleep. Yeonjun quickly jumped out of bed to check the door, wanting the knocking to stop before you did get up. He didn’t even check the door, just peeking it open a bit, met with a completely new stranger.

“Hello… is y/n here?”

“She’s not seeing anyone.”

“I heard about what happened this morning. I just wanted to check on her.”

“She’s fine.”

“I get that but I just-”

“She’s fine!” Yeonjun hissed. “You can-”

“You must be one of her hybrids. Is there another person here?”

“No. It’s just us.”

“Let me see her.”

“I said she’s not-”

“I understand you care for her, but a person should check in on her.”

“She’s fine with us.”

“Just let me see her.”

    The person shoved their way in, knocking Yeonjun down. He hissed again, thinking of jumping on them, but he had already caused enough trouble. Besides, he never really got a chance.

“Yeonjun!”

    The commotion had woken you up, and despite the others trying to keep you in bed you made your way out, seeing a friend from work towering over Yeonjun. You screamed and stumbled over, falling to your knees. You looked over Yeonjun in a panic, making sure he was alright, once again trembling. Yeonjun took your hand, assuring you he was okay.

“I… I’m sorry…”

“Get out!”

“Y/n-”

“GET OUT!”

    Your pups started barking, and the other took the message, quickly leaving. They helped you up to your feet, getting you back to your room. They were all assuring you that they were fine, you were fine, and that nothing bad happened. It took a little bit to calm down, but eventually you did, wrapped up in Beomgyu’s arms. Somehow you dozed off too, getting tucked into bed. They realized they needed to go, but Beomgyu seemed stuck. He didn’t mind, telling the others to figure things out.

“Y/n’s not okay.” Kai said. “She’s really not…”

“But what can we do?” Taehyun asked. “As hybrids we don’t have many options.”

“Well we can ask the internet.” Yeonjun suggested. “It’s an emergency. I’m sure we can borrow her laptop.”

    None of them bothered to wait for an answer from each other, going over to your little home office. Yeonjun sat down at your desk, turning on the computer. All they could really do was ask the internet what all your symptoms meant and browse at the solutions.

“Emotional support animals… that’s us right?” Taehyun questioned. “We help calm her down.”

“That we do.” Soobin said. “But beyond that… we have to take care of her. Like she has us.”

“She’s resting, but she shouldn’t be in bed forever.” Kai said. “And she hasn’t eaten yet.”

“Let’s start with that, getting her some food.”

    Soft whispers woke you from your sleep. You were scared for a second before you remembered where you were and who you were with. Your boys were all gathered around you, and you could smell food. You noticed Soobin holding up a tray, a variety of food on it. You offered a soft smile.

“That smells good.”

“We figured you should eat.”

“Thanks…”

    You didn’t have much, but that was better than nothing. You properly got into bed, freeing Beomgyu only for Taehyun to take his place of keeping your company. They all rotated shifts, well aware you didn’t want to be left alone. And when they weren’t with you they tried to take care of things around the house. Your phone had been put on silent, and they made sure not to answer the door for anyone. They also tried a bit of cooking, doing their best to hide the evidence of failure. Instant ramen had their back though, even if you didn’t eat too much. At some points they even got you out of bed and had you walk around the apartment. It took a few days, but you slowly started coming  back to yourself.

“Sorry for… everything…”

“What are you talking about?” Kai asked.

“You guys have been looking after me when it’s supposed to be the other way around.”

“It’s okay.” Beomgyu assured. “We’re your emotional support pets, it’s our job to look after you.”

“Hm… maybe I should look into that.”

“What?”

“Getting you certified as my emotional support hybrids… would make it easier to take you places.”

“We’d love that.” Soobin said. “Really.”

“Good.”

    You did keep your word on that, getting the paperwork done when you could. So by the time the court date came up, they were allowed into the courtroom with you without issue. Obviously with the evidence you had the verdict was ruled in your favor. You eventually left that job and found something else that wouldn’t require you to leave the house so often, and if you ever did, at least one of your boys would accompany you. Although when it came to grocery trips they all came along.

“Y/n, can I have these!” Kai eagerly held up a box of treats. “Please, please!”

“No more sneaking treats after lunch?”

“That was one time, and it was Beomgyu’s idea!”

You chuckled. “Alright. The rest of you should pick out a snack too, you guys can have your own personal snacks.”

“Yes!” “Awesome!” 

    They scurried off for a moment to find what they wanted, Kai putting his snacks in the cart, humming excitedly. He was reaching up to get something for you when he heard someone approach you.

“Hey… so I was-”

    Kai was immediately growling at the stranger, stepping closer until they left. You had certainly tensed up, but felt better having Kai.

“You okay?”

“I’m good. Thanks.”

    A few things had certainly changed around the house. Your little home office had gotten upgraded to make work easier, and you also redid your room, given that you slept with all your boys every night. Their old room was converted to store all the games and other items for fun activities, a great nap room too. They loved having you around more often than before, and there was never a dull moment. Although this did finally answer a question in the back of your mind. 

    It was another peaceful night after movie watching when you woke up to a ticklish feeling. One of your boys was nuzzling your neck, and you found it adorable. Yet as you began to regain your senses you realized a slight movement, specifically Soobin gently humping your leg. It took a second to properly process, and you weren’t entirely sure what to do. So you tried to carefully wake him, aware he was sleeping, and so were the others.

“Soobin…” You whispered. “Soobin…”

“Hm…”

“Soobin, wake up.”

“Hm…” Soobin slowly opened his eyes. “… y/n…”

“Hi… are you okay?”

“Uh…”

    It took a moment for him to register words, and then his actions. His eyes went wide and he jumped out of bed, causing Yeonjun and Taehyun to fall out in the process.

“I… I am so sorry… I didn’t…”

“Soobin… are you in-”

“It’s fine, I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

    Soobin rushed out of the room, leaving you confused. The other boys looked around, still half asleep and not entirely sure what had just happened. You told them to go back to sleep and got out of bed, going off to find Soobin. There was only really one place for him to go, his old room. You carefully knocked on the door before stepping in.

“Soobin-”

“I’m fine!”

“I’m aware of that but… are you okay?”

“I didn’t mean to do that…”

“I know. I’m not upset, just worried.” You walked over to Soobin. “I’ve never… you guys never mentioned this before… and I’ve never… noticed…”

“We take care of it ourselves… usually when you weren’t home…”

“But I’m home more often now so…”

“We’ll do our best not to… bother you…”

“If there’s anything I can do to help. I can get you some pills, or-”

“That’s not necessary.”

“Okay. Just don’t feel… embarrassed, or like you can’t-”

    You were suddenly tackled onto all the pillows and blankets, Soobin burying his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. 

“You smell so nice…”

    Without really meaning to he was humping your leg again, whimpering. You weren’t entirely sure what to do, so you stayed put.

“Soobin…”

“I usually just have a shirt or something…”

“Wait, is that why I find some clothes in my laundry basket that I don’t remember wearing?”

“Ah…” Soobin stopped, realizing what he was doing. “Sorry, sorry, we never… we can’t help ourselves sometimes…”

“I can see that.” You chuckled. “Things are definitely gonna get harder for you guys with me around, huh?”

“Yeah…”

“Well… like I said, I’m here to help…”

“You don’t… you don’t mean… what I think you do? Do you?”

“I guess that depends… on what you think I mean…”

“Ah… well… I’m thinking…” Soobin started crawling towards you, getting up close. “That you want to… personally… help me with this…”

You slowly nodded. “Yeah… that sounds right…”

“Are you sure? I can’t promise… I’ll be a good boy…”

“That’s okay…”

“Hm… the others are gonna hear… they’re gonna smell you… they’re gonna be pissed…”

“I’ll help them too… when the time comes…”

“Promise?”

“Yeah… you guys are my responsibility… I’m supposed to take care of you…”

“You know we love you… right…”

“I do too…”

    Soobin whimpered, once again against your neck, not just sniffing this time but kissing you. He pushed you back against the pillows and sheets, pinning you under him. You swallowed nervously, feeling his hands start to explore you.

“Are you sure about this?” Soobin asked. “You don’t have to.”

“I’m here for you. All of you.”

“We know.”

(II)

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[peachyteabuck]

one for the money // fallon carrington x reader

↪ summary: after years away, you figure it’s time to explain to fallon why you left 

a commission for @devillskettle​

↪ pairing: fallon carrington x reader

↪ words: 3584

↪ trigger warnings: homophobia from a parent (blake is a shitty parent), blackmail, switch!fallon, switch!reader, focusing on top!reader, orgasm control, orgasm countdowns, hatefucking

 Nothing in your life has gone according to plan. Your major? Changed six months into undergrad. Your career path? Abandoned for a graduate offer a few months after graduating. The outfit you planned last night? Peed on by your cat in the middle of the night, requiring you to wear the outfit you wore the day previous. Your breakfast order this morning? Messed up by the drive-thru employee. In your field, with your luck…hoping for predictability isn’t enough. You have to be able to find comfort in chaos or else you’d be screaming into every damn pillow you could get your hands on, and probably on a much higher dose of anxiety medication.

None of this, none of your years of preparation for “times your life has gone off the goddamn rails” seems to matter now. Not a single minute of the quick fixes and pivots and carefully constructed plans dashed could have prepared you for the moment to come. The long drive from your company-provided AirBnB certainly don’t help either – the two hours alone in your car in Atlanta traffic a full one hundred and twenty minutes of silence that have you itching to get out of your own skin. Still, when you arrive and park, you wish you had more time…hoping you could delay the inevitable task ahead of you.

You haven’t been at the Carrington mansion in a long while. Part of you feels it hasn’t been long enough, that centuries could pass between visits, and you’d regret stepping through the front door. Another part of you feels like it was yesterday; like you had merely stepped out for dinner and are returning home after a few hours away. Not much has changed either way, the statue that once sat in the immediate view of the front door is no longer there, and the carpeting in the front room has changed. But the twin staircases, the marble floors, the haunting feeling that settles into your bones…that’s just the same as the day you left. The family scent hound’s there, too, lounging on a dog bed you’re sure was prohibitively expensive while the rest of the world ignores him the same way it does them. You want to pet him, see if he remembers you; but the fear he doesn’t keeps you in your place.

The worst part is, the mansion is nearly silent. Nearly no one is home. Blake and his wife (which one is this? Four? Five?) fucked off to the Bahamas for a week-long vacation at an all-inclusive resort. The older Carrington sibling is similarly gone, his ex-boytoy luckily gone, too. Whether they’re in the same place is none of your concern, all you truly care about is that they’re not here with you. Even Anderson has taken a few days off, returning to New Zealand to do…whatever it is he does. All that’s left are the lower servants, who – if they do recognize you – say nothing as they hurry past to do whatever stupid chores Blake left for them. You are stagnant, listening to the sound of shoes walking past you occasionally. The non-slip sneakers make a distinct, soft squeak, a sound you’re nearly enjoying when you hear the harsh, sharp sound of stilettos. They start far off, a sound you hope is just an impending thunderstorm. As their tight, even pace continues, though, growing louder with every passing click…you know your fate.

So you stand, inert, staring straight ahead into nothingness, waiting for the voice of the woman whose heart you broke to ring through the empty corridor. And, Heavens above, does it ring.

“Get out of my house,” she hisses. You don’t need to see her face, you can imagine her pursed lips and narrowed eyes and brow furrowed with rage. It’s almost cute.

You keep your gaze straight ahead, not giving her the satisfaction of eye contact. “Your name doesn’t go on the deed until both Blake and Steven die and we both know it.” She gasps then stomps down the stairs, and only when you feel her body heat and can smell her signature perfume do you look at her. “Fallon,” you say, looking her up and down. “It’s so nice to see you again.”

She doesn’t respond, anger radiating off of her like heat rays from the sun. “You left me!” she growls through grit teeth. With her so close it’s easier for you to see her, truly, in all her glory. She looks almost the same as the day you left, with perfect makeup and perfect teeth and perfect nails and perfect jewelry that perfectly complements her perfect outfit. Really the only thing that’s changed is her bangs – these adorable, childlike bangs that once covered her forehead and now are gone. Her hair is still the same, slightly curly and a wonderful dark chocolate color you want to twirl around your fingers. If Fallon didn’t look like she’d bite your hand if you tried, you’d be threading your fingers through her locks and pulling her close.

“I-“

You aren’t able to defend yourself for your self-admitted misgivings before she’s pouncing on you like a cat, knocking you to the ground as she screams. “You fucked off to your fancy fucking college and left me here!”

You can’t tell what she’s trying to do, her fists balled but punches reminiscent of a toddler whose animal crackers were taken away. At least she doesn’t want to really hurt me, you think.

You scoff as she grabs ahold of your blazer lapels, shaking you back and forth. You keep your head angled to avoid the hard floors (blood would be very unbecoming on your cream shirt), but allow her to use you like a punching bag. “I didn’t leave you, I left this house.”

Fallon’s eyes narrow, her movements never ceasing. “And I fucking live here, asshole! You can’t leave this place without leaving me in it! You left me alone here!”

Tears – tears you ignore for her own dignity – prick at the corners of her eyes. Beneath her fiery outrage you know she’s upset, genuinely upset with you and what you did. You have no defense, really, and so you let her do what she needs to do until she tired herself out and stands back up. Though her heart races in her chest and her nostrils flare, she calmly moves the hair that covers her face back into its proper place. After a beat, you follow suit, getting back on your feet and facing her once more.

“I,” you sigh as she raises a single brow. Don’t lie to me, it says. Don’t you dare fucking lie to me. Not here. Not now. Not after what you did. “Let’s go up to your room where we can talk.”

Fallon considers your proposal, neither of you acknowledging the awkward housekeeper who dusts the paintings that hang a mere ten feet from the both of you. She doesn’t say anything when she accepts, simply exhales and turns on her heel to walk back where she came from. You follow, equally silently, until you’re both in her obnoxiously large bedroom and standing far enough apart to where you can’t count her eyelashes.

“Come back,” is all you tell her. Your heart aches for you to touch her again, to smell where she sprays perfume on the juncture of her neck, to nose at her hairline. She doesn’t move. “I’ve missed you.”

She merely raises her eyebrow once more. “How much?”

You move closer in the face of her stubbornness, tracing your hands down the seam of her top. “More than Romeo missed Juliet when he found her dead body at that casket…”

She fumes, silently. It’s a good answer, one much better than she was expecting. You take her silence, even as her jaw tenses, as the okay to continue. Your hands travel from her elbow to her shoulder, down the black edge of her cardigan thumbing at the expensive knitwork. You want to tease her, mockingly ask whether it was actually as hard as she wants to make it seem to let you near her again. But she’s skittish, like a newly rescued feral kitten. So you keep your voice low, focusing on small movements and quiet praises. “You look nice.”

Fallon gives you a little snort but doesn’t pull away. A good sign. “If you’re here to butter me up into not being upset, it’s not going to work.”

You shrug, tracing the outside of the matte black buttons. “Nah, honest. You look good in this.”

She’s wearing a sweater set – some knit houndstooth pattern that a cropped cardigan and skirt that falls mid-thigh share. She’s got a black shirt underneath, the style reminiscent of a t-shirt but made of a silk much nicer than any jersey fabric. It doesn’t really matter what she’s wearing, or even that she looks fucking delectable in it. What matters is that it grants you easy access to her pussy. Or, more accurately, the panties that cover it. You move your head ever so slightly, softly pressing your lips to hers.

“These are nice, too” you murmur into her lips, your smile only growing when she scowls.

Her eyes narrow, her jaw setting as she tenses. She doesn’t move away, though, just digs her manicured nails into your bare upper arm. “What did you expect, granny panties?”

You give her a little snort, but don’t stop tracing what you think are embroidered flowers. A small pool of dampness is starting to form, but you don’t give her the satisfaction as the pads of your fingers trace every petal. “No, I just sometimes forget that you’re the kind of stuck-up bitch that wears lingerie on a random Tuesday.”

You ignore your mother’s voice in your head telling you that only hussies forgo pantyhose as you move them to the side. Fallon’s breath hitches as the cool air brushes over her wetness, a similarly small gasp leaving her lips when you tease at her entrance. “How long as it been since someone touched you like this, pretty girl,” you whisper, raking your teeth ever so lightly against the shell of her ear. “Or has the rest of the world treated you like an antique, beautiful but untouched in some climate-controlled cabinet.”

You know the answer. Fallon’s a very particular woman, a particularity that also manifested in who she has sex with. Even the careless hookups were chosen with specificity, people she knew could be trusted (or at least blackmailed into silence if need be). You hadn’t been the first woman who fucked her (and who she fucked in return), but the way her body had reacted to yours during those hours-long sessions had you knowing that you were something special to her. Even if you were more object than human, there’d never be another you.

As you rub at her clit her beautiful sighs fill your ears like an award-winning symphony, her body becoming more pliant as pleasure replaces distaste in her veins. You use her acceptance, her letting herself go just a tad, to flip her around so that you and her both face her ridiculously large closet. Her moans are loud, lewd, like they had trapped themselves inside of her throat and just now were releasing themselves from their imprisonment. They go straight to your core, flint striking upon an already raging fire that burns inside of you. Flames lick at your organs as you rub loose, lazy circles, ignoring the frantic bucks of her hips.

“Be patient,” you tell her. The words are firm even though they have no edge. You’d give her anything she asked for in a heartbeat…you’re just trying to keep her from begging so that you can make up for lost time properly and at your own pace. “I’ll give you everything you need, princess. You just have to be patient.”

She whines, but obliges.

You can’t help but laugh when you go to palm at her breasts, untucking her shirt and moving the cup of her bra aside. A bra you can’t see – but can tell from the fabric and raised pattern matches her panties.

“What are you laughing about?” Fallon huffs, trying to shove her ass back to force your fingers deeper.

You ignore her actions, pulling her up so that her back is flush against your chest. “Nothing, just thinking about how you’re such an uptight control freak you wear matching sets when you know you have no plans.”

She has no retort to that. Partially because it’s true, and partially because you’ve got one hand plunging below her panties to insert a single finger inside of her. It’s not enough – for your little size queen it’ll never be enough – but it certainly has her moaning and chewing at her lip to suppress the desperate, slutty sounds.

“C’mon, baby,” you too. “Be loud for me…” You can tell she isn’t convinced, so you lower your voice just a tad and kiss at her neck as you speak. “C’mon, princess. I’ve missed you too much for my first time back to be so quiet.”

And, to her credit, she moans unabashedly. A smile plays on your lips as you realize it’s because she’s desperate to reach her own peak. No, you think. No, she can’t take the reins back like that so easily.

“You come when I tell you too,” you tell her, leaving no room for argument. “I’m gonna count down from five, and I want to feel you come around my fingers when I get to one. Understand?”

You can practically feel the clever retort forming on her lips, but it dies and is replaced by another moan when you fit three fingers inside of her, the other rubbing tight circles around her swollen clit. All she can do is nod.

“Good, princess,” you murmur. Part of you wants to start at a higher number, but you’ve denied yourself this pleasure for too long. Selfishly, you want to see her fall apart in your grasp – and to be the only thing there to catch her as she does so. “Five.”

She moans, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth and digging her hands into whatever skin of yours she can get ahold of. It hurts, the feeling of her nails breaking skin, but you don’t say anything. You deserve that pain – probably more, and she deserves an anchor. All you can do is be thankful she found it in you, and that you were here this time to provide it.

“F-fuck,” her words are strangled, and it’s a struggle to keep her upright. You love it.

“Four.”

You increase the pace of both hands, feeling her stomach tense and watching her hips fuck down onto your fingers. You wish you could record this, and watch it every time you got off. Nothing could be hotter than watching the effervescent, perfectly put together Fallon Carrington fall apart so effortlessly under your touch.

“Three.”

She chokes out a sob, desperate. Whether she wants more to please you or to come, though, is the question.

“Two…” you feel her fight against you, while grinding against the hand that circles her clit. The two parts of her, the one that wants to obey, and the one that wants to chase every bit of pleasure she can find, battle each other. Regardless of who wins, though, you’re determined to reward the champion.

“You okay, love?” you ask. It’s genuine, even if a touch of torture threads itself into your tone.

Fallon nods, breathing harder than you’ve ever seen her pant in her life. “F-fuck you, don’t you dare fucking s-stop,” she threatens through gritted teeth.

All you can do is smile. “One.”

You can feel her clamp down around you, tightening around your fingers like a vice. The most sensitive part her jumps under your fingertips as she screams, spasming under your grasp.

As she comes down from her high you maneuver her to the bed, crashing upon the thick duvet like waves upon a shore. You don’t say anything until her breathing evens out, her eyes closed as she curls around you.

“I didn’t leave you, you know…” you sigh as you say it, the gross feeling of expressing a genuine emotion making your teeth itch. Still, you manage to keep talking – even if it feels like your skin is covered in a thick, wet slime. She turns away, looking straight up as you speak. You don’t try to get her back. “Blake offered to pay for my education through a PhD and said he’d consider funding my research if I stayed away.”

Fallon doesn’t look at you, continuing to stare up at her ceiling. That indignant tone softens just a little as she speaks, her indignant facial expression set in stone. “That’s a lot,” she pauses. “Considering your field.”

You don’t say the quiet part out loud. You’re in engineering, focusing on green technology and environmental justice. Having a world-renowned advocate and scientist on his side would let Black get away with a Hell of a lot more than he is now. It would quell the Steven’s of the world – ones who want to feel good more than they want to be good. Ones who don’t go hunting for grant proposals or know how to use SourceWatch; ones who think straw bans work and bring their own tote bags everywhere they go. In the beginning, you felt guilty, for doing what you did under Blake’s watch. But nothing paid the bills better than oil barons, and when creditors started to come knocking, they didn’t much care for a piece of paper with “I’m doing important environmental research” in reply.

If there’s anyone were to understand what kind of spot you’re in…it’d be Fallon. She’s one of the few people who truly understand Blake’s influence on the world, how hard it is to get out from under his thumb. Which is why she stays silent – doesn’t try to fight you again, or question your choices like friends and colleagues did. She’s just…quiet, tracing your jaw with her right index finger and looking you up and down. “It’s really hard to be mad at you with my father manipulating reality like that.”

You shrug. “Rock and a hard place. Had to take it. Didn’t really have any other options.”

The next question she asks is one you knew was coming, but it still digs the knife deeper into your already scarred heart. “Why’d you come back? Why now?”

Because if I went another day without seeing you I think I’d explode. Because I love you. Because life doesn’t feel worth living if I can’t have you in my life.

You shrug once more. “Knew him and his snitches would be gone, so I took the chance. Figured it’d be better to see you now than at Blake’s funeral.”

She snorts, and you wish you could capture the smile on your face. You don’t want to grab your phone, though, don’t want to risk turning the location on and being found out. And you just burn the image into your memory, praying you see it every time you close your eyes for the rest of your days. “Is that when the contract ends?”

It’s hard not to sigh, to think about the lack of legal protections you have if Blake wanted to fuck you over. “Technically there isn’t a contract. He just checks in on me on the first of every month to hand me a check, ask if it’s enough, and remind me to stay away from you.”

The next question hangs in the air, unasked and unanswered. Why Blake’s always hated you matters less than why Blake wants you to stay away from Fallon. Steven being gay is one thing – he’s already a black sheep, and falls in line when necessary. Fallon’s too…unpredictable. She’s done too much to deserve happiness, to deserve what you can give her. Black would never say this, of course, not to her face or yours or anyone else’s. The excuse you were given was about her focusing on what matters, on restoring the Carrington name. Certainly more flimsy than the truth, but the near-ridiculous amount of zeros at the end of the first check he cut you filled in the gaps for him.

Money talks, just as much as it keeps people quiet.

The both of you are silent as Fallon processes what’s happened, and you watch her face as she does so. It’s been at least eight years since you’ve seen her in person, even if you’ve watched her career closely through a series of Google alerts and trashy magazine email lists. You have no idea whether she’s done the same for you (even though you know she didn’t read either your undergrad, master’s, or doctoral thesis…which you can’t really fault her for. Fallon Carrington is a lot of things, but she is not an expert in mechanical engineering). All you can do is hope she knows you still love her, even after all these years.

Fallon is the one to break the silence, getting up from the bed on shaky knees and opening the safe hidden in her nightstand. “That was a fun conversation. Now get on all fours, because I’m going to fuck you.”

Needless to say, you do as you’re told – even if it’s with a smirk tugging at one corner of your lips and bratty ideas sparkling on the inside of your skull.

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