#spent far too long teasing a friend with the existence of this one >:)

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She mcyt on my aro till i week . Uhm . PURPLE DUO HANAHAKI for the prompt trope subversion!!!!! @mcyt-aro-week

#lifesteal smp #purple duo #mcyt aro week #HOUGH I have been waiting so long to start posting my aro week fics. literally vibrating with excitement #spent far too long teasing a friend with the existence of this one >:) #VERY excited for tomorrow’s prompt😇 I can be normal about being loveless and alloaro and also about worldbuilding and gods😇 #subz voice was so fun to write in also. I don’t watch him much but I have a pocket subzboy who was vibing with what I sent so!!!! #cats.writes

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Ex Friends with Benefits ch III

dark!Rafe Cameron x f!Reader x dark!Topper Thorton

Warnings: noncon, smut, threesome, drugging, drinking, unprotected sex, cream pie, revenge sex, oral (m!receiving), degradation, guilt tripping

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Rafe’s fingers tightened into fists at his side at the mention of your name, lip curling as he frowned. “No, she’s been avoiding me actually, Top.”

“Damn Rafe, I thought you two were finally getting closer,” Topper joked suggestively with a raised eyebrow.

“She’s just playing hard to get. You know how all those uptight rich bitches are. Can’t admit what they actually want,” Rafe replied bitterly and Topper laughed.

You flashed across his memory, the way you used to glance at him secretly when you were with others. How sometimes when you sat by each other while eating, he would trace his fingers across your bare thighs under the table and tease you in front of all of your friends, who were none the wiser to his touches.

Anger rose in him when he remembered the last time he had seen you, how you had told him you wanted a break. Yeah, fucking right.

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what that meant.

You were done with him.

But there was no way in hell that Rafe was done with you.

“Well if I had to put money on it, I’d say she doesn’t want anything to do with you. I bet you finally scared her off with your fucking staring,” at that, Rafe whipped his head at Topper, glaring. But Topper only laughed. “Yeah, of course I noticed that shit too. You’re not exactly subtle, Rafe.”

The Kook king scoffed at that, venom thick in his voice when he hissed back, “You don’t know anything, Top.”

“Oh yeah? Try me, you know I always thought Y/N was sexy as hell,” the challenge in Topper’s voice was clear, and competitive bravado rose in Rafe’s chest.

A sick thought flashed across his mind. One that he couldn’t ignore.

If he really wanted, he could have you so god damn cock drunk you’d let Topper fuck you too.

Sure it might take a little extra liquid motivation, but that was never something you had shied away from.

And besides, Rafe was getting pissed at the fact that you had been ignoring his calls and texts.

How long were you planning on acting like he didn’t exist anymore?

It wasn’t right. You used to be his best friend, the two of you did everything together. He had spent so much time with you recently that he felt empty without you around.

And the fact that you could just break things off like it was nothing? Over one little mistake?

It made his blood fucking boil.

Rafe set up a line quickly, snorting it before he leaned back, expression stormy. He stared at the coke on the table, before his expression changed.

“You should invite her to your party this weekend, Top. I promise you, she’ll be all over both of us,” Rafe smirked, glancing at his friend as his plan came together in his head.

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You smiled at Topper as he returned with your second drink, some fruity concoction that tasted like there was a lot of rum in it.

“Thanks Topper!” You followed him through his house to the living room, snaking your way through his packed house.

You took another swig as you sat down on the couch, eyeing the array of drugs that were laid on the table before you.

“And you’re sure Rafe’s not gonna be here tonight?” You questioned the blond nervously as he sat beside you.

It had been a few weeks since you had last seen him, the night he had pushed your boundaries too far for you comfort. You hadn’t talked with your friend since, too nervous to answer the phone or reach out to him first.

“Um, yeah he shouldn’t be here. But if he is, I’ll keep him away from you,” Topper winked and you chuckled, shaking your head a bit.

You took another sip of your drink, already feeling tipsy, but the night was young and you wanted to get a little high too, so you asked Topper to set up a line for you.

You leaned over the table, snorting the (admittedly large) line

Sniffing, you rubbed under your nose to make sure you got all of it. You had never been one to back away from a challenge.

“Oh fuck, that was a lot,” you laughed as the head rush hit you hard.

“Do you wanna do another?” Topper asked you.

“Shit Top, slow down, gimme a second. You’re tryin to get me too fucked up,” the two of you laughed at your joke, Topper rolling his eyes, but your slight protest didn’t stop him from setting up two more lines.

You reclined against the couch, not surprised when Topper did the same beside you. You could feel the warmth of his leg and torso beside you, and you were surprised when you felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Is this okay, Y/N? I just get a bit cuddly when I’m high.” Your friend asked, and you hesitated for a second before nodding.

It was just Topper, you reasoned with yourself. He had been in love with Sarah Cameron for years. You knew that this was nothing more than innocent affection.

“Here, have more of your drink,” Topper shifted, reaching to the table to grab your cocktail before handing it to you.

“Ah thanks! I almost forgot about it.” You took a few gulps, enjoying the flavor of the drink Topper had made for you.

You were beginning to feel well past buzzed, the mix of coke and alcohol blurring your vision at the edges. The music in the house was loud, bass thumping against the walls and making your head hurt.

You realized that Topper was talking to you when you heard him repeat your name twice, his hand falling onto your thigh.

“Mm, what?” You turned your head towards him, and he drew closer.

“I said you look really good tonight, I like this dress,” he said, louder, eyes scanning over your body, and you blushed, cheeks hot from the alcohol and his compliment.

Topper was a good looking guy, you had to admit that, but the two of you had been friends for so long that you had never even really considered him in that light before, especially since he had been on and off with Sarah for so long.

“Oh, thanks.” You replied, glancing down at the tight dress you had picked out.

“Do you wanna do that second line now, Y/N?” Topper questioned as his hand began to draw circles on your lower thigh.

“Um, sure,” you answered, and Topper withdrew his hand, leaning over to snort his line first.

“You got it?” He asked, noticing that you were just staring at the line. Your head was swimming.

“Ugh, I don’t know, I feel pretty fucked up already,” you admitted, stumbling over your words already, and your friend frowned.

“C’mon, Y/N, just one more?” He challenged with a grin. “I already lined it up for you and everything.”

“Mmm alright,” you slurred,

This one stung more than the first, despite being smaller.

Your head was spinning, the cold drink in your hand was only only making it worse, and you could barely keep your head up.

“How do you feel?” Topper voice felt both distant and too loud, and you shook your head, leaning against your friend’s chest as you mumbled.

“I- I think I should lie down,” you felt dizzy, the lightheadedness confused you, how were you already this fucked up? You had only had two drinks, but you felt like you had had eight.

“You wanna go somewhere quiet?” The blond asked you and you nodded.

“Can you carry me?” You slurred, you didn’t think you could walk past the end of this room, much less up a flight of stairs to Topper’s room.

“Yeah I got you,” he stood up, bending over to scoop you into his arms before heading to his room.

You cuddled against his chest as he carried you, the drugs were making you feel strange, like you couldn’t remember exactly where you were or what you were doing.

He laid you down onto the bed, carefully removing your heels, and you groggily slurred out a thanks.

“Hold on one second,” he turned away before pulling out his phone and sending a quick text.

You felt comfortable in his large, plush bed but you were taken by surprise when you felt it shift under your friends weight.

You turned to meet his eyes, but he moved faster, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his as his mouth covered yours.

Your eyes shot open, and you opened your mouth to say something, anything, but his tongue pushed its way in, his hand gripping your chin and holding you in place.

Fear and confusion coursed through your body. Why was he doing this? You didn’t think anything of his compliments at the time, but looking back, the pieces were beginning to fall into place.

Had he been trying to get you as drunk as possible just to take advantage of you?

Your mind went blank when you felt his hand creeping under your dress, alarm bells ringing as he pushed the material up to your hips.

You shoved at him, breaking the kiss and gasping for breath.

“Top- mm- stop that-!” your anxious, mumbled pleas fell on deaf ears, his hands grabbing at you rougher when you talked back.

“Shh, Y/N, lighten up, stop being so uptight.” He mumbled as his lips found you neck, and you tensed up completely when you felt him slid your panties to the side before pushing a finger into you.

You gasped at the intrusion, sucking in a breath as tears came to your eyes when he pushed his second finger in.

To your horror you could feel yourself getting wetter, dripping around his fingers as they curled inside you.

The conflicting feelings swirled inside you, the blur of pleasure and panic becoming confusing. Your body couldn’t help but respond to his touch, soft moans fell past your lips in between sobs.

“Shit,” Topper groaned. “I can’t wait any longer.” With his free hand, he pulled his shorts down, stroking himself as he fingered you, before pulling the digits out.

Your stomach dropped, heart pumping in terror as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“T-Topper,” you begged, tears falling past your lashes as your looked up at the blond. “P-please.” You didn’t even know what you were asking him, the inner turmoil of your mind clashing with the primal desires of your body.

For a moment, it seemed like he was conflicted, but resolution set on his face as he gazed into your fearful eyes.

You felt nauseous when he grabbed your legs, easily parting them and bending your knees towards your chest. You squirmed in his grip, but you were too sluggish to stop him.

Topper sunk into you, stretching you out inch by inch. You whined and he shushed you again, this time covering your mouth with his hand.

When his hips met yours, he groaned, voice trembling, “fuck Y/N, I really thought Rafe was exaggerating but I get why this pussy drives him so crazy.”

Your tears were falling much more freely now, his words barely registered in your ears, and you gasped against his hand when he snapped his hips against yours the first time.

It was getting harder to breathe, panic filling your lungs as Toppers hand blocked your mouth. You grabbed at his hand, scratching him and he groaned as he moved his hand from your mouth to your chest.

His hands fumbled with the top of your dress, batting away your hands as you weakly pushed at him before he pulled your tits free, roughly groping them as he fucked you.

There was a movement at the door, and your eyes flicked to the figure in the entryway, new found courage to escape imbuing you. Topper didn’t acknowledge the new person, not even pausing to see who it was.

Your excitement was short lived, transforming in to a sick fear when the man spoke.

“Got your text. I told you she was a good fuck. She’s such a slut, I bet she’s fucking dripping around you right now.”

Rafe’s voice was unmistakable, and when his word’s registered in his ears, you realized with a shock exactly what was happening.

They had laid a trap for you, and you had walked right into it.

“She feels amazing,” Topper groaned, fucking you harder now, cock driving into you at a feverish pace. The pleasure in your gut was beginning to build and to your horror, you could feel yourself getting wetter.

Off to the side, you heard Rafe’s shorts fall to the floor and when you turned your head, you could see him, hard and stroking himself at the sight of his friend taking advantage of you.

He neared the bed and you flinched when his hand tangled into your hair, turning you towards him as he guided himself to your mouth.

When you shook your head, he sighed in disappointment, his next words were cold, “open your mouth, Y/N. Or you’re not going to like it when I take my turn.”

Disgust swirled in your gut and tearfully, you resigned yourself, parting your lips and allowing him to push himself further into your mouth.

Topper groaned at the sight, digging his fingers into your hips harder and glancing down to watch your cunt stretch around him as he plunged his dick into you again and again.

“Fuuck,” Rafe hissed as he began to shift his hips, sliding his dick a bit deeper with every thrust. “I missed that pretty mouth you got, Y/N/N.”

Your stomach twisted at the familiar nickname, one that you hadn’t heard in weeks, as Rafe was the only one you had ever let call you that.

Topper’s cock hit a spot that had you seeing stars, toes curling and thighs trembling as you came. You moaned around the dick in your mouth, and the other blond groaned when you squeezed around him, a gush of wetness allowing him to slide into your cunt easier.

Your jaw ached, scalp burning as Rafe tugged your hair to hold you in place as he fucked your mouth. You gagged when he pushed too far, but he was relentless, taking his revenge on you for keeping yourself away from him for so long.

When he pulled out to give you a breather your relief was slow lived, as Topper closed in, pressing more skin to yours, hands wandering and grabbing at you hungrily.

His pace crescendoed before he reached his peak, lips smothering yours as he groaned, fingers digging into your skin so hard when he came that you knew you would have bruises.

In your drug induced stupor, you finally realized that he hadn’t been wearing a condom when he slowly pulled out and you could feel his sticky cum dripping out of your swollen cunt.

You breathed in shakily, still in a daze about what had just happened. You couldn’t meet Topper’s eyes.

“You’ve had your fun, get outta here, it’s my turn.”

Topper glared at Rafe, opening his mouth to argue, but his friend cut him off.

“Hey, who gave you the drugs in the first place? If I had let you do the dosing, she’d probably never wake up, dumbass,” Rafe snapped.

You felt nauseous again listening to their conversation, knowing that you had trusted Topper completely before tonight, and the idea that either of them would go this far made your head spin.

“Fine,” Topper relented finally, climbing off the bed without giving you a second glance as he grabbed his clothes and began pulling them back on. “And you’re sure she’s not gonna um… remember any of this, right?” He asked Rafe hesitantly.

“Yeah, we gave her a lot already. She’s not gonna remember a thing,” Rafe leaned over his abandoned shorts, grabbing a baggie and a card from his pocket before spilling a little out onto the card. You heard the door close as Topper walked out, leaving you alone and at Rafe’s mercy.

He brought the card to you, helping you sit up and bringing it under your nose as he covered one of your nostrils. You tried to move your head away, but he held you in place, forcing you to take more of what you now weren’t so sure was just coke.

The head rush made you feel dizzy and heavy, and you knew that this time it would be even harder to fight back.

Rafe pushed you back onto the bed, easily batting your arms away as you protested weakly.

“R-Rafe!” Begging did little to deter him. If anything, your pleas seemed to goad him on, relishing the fact that you were so terrified of him.

The blond pushed your legs open, guiding himself between them. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds and you shuddered.

“You know, Y/N/N, it didn’t have to be like this. I was so patient. I made one mistake.” He sneered, voice bitter as he spat the words out.

Rafe forced himself into you, and you yelped at the feel, tears stinging your eyes. His large hand snaked around your throat, squeezing as he slowly filled you to the hilt.

“I have always fucking been there for you. But you threw me out like I was nothing.” The blond seethed. “Like- like the past eight years of our friendship didn’t mean anything to you.”

“P-Please-” you choked out, toes curling at the all too familiar feeling of his cock brushing against your inner walls. He was like a starved man, he couldn’t get enough of you, pushing himself deeper with every thrust.

When he snapped his hips against yours, his pace was brutal and punishing. He was choked you harder now, to the point that you were afraid you might pass out.

You felt like you had been trapped in Topper’s room for hours, the drugs and adrenaline coursing through you made everything feel confusing. Every touch was intensified, like electricity over your skin, the feelings of pleasure and disgust mingling together to the point where you could barely tell them apart.

Rafe’s lips covered yours, sliding against them as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. The feeling was repulsive, all too reminiscent of the many times the two of you had secretly hooked up before.

But this time everything was wrong.

His lips trailed to your neck, hot kisses planted at the spots he knew were the most sensitive. You tried to stifle your gasps of pleasure, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but Rafe knew exactly how your body worked. He had explored every inch until he had each curve memorized, he couldn’t forget you if he tried.

“I wanted you to be my girl, Y/N/N,” he confessed, pain and anger flashing in his darkened eyes.

Your eyes widened at his words, you knew that he had reacted awfully when you tried to break it off, but you had never suspected that Rafe had ever seen you as anything more than best friends who fooled around occasionally.

“It didn’t have to come to this,” he said, as if he genuinely believed that you were in the wrong.

You let out a choked moan when you felt him pressing against your clit, swirling the tender bud as he pounded into you.

The combination of his thick cock sliding into you with the stimulation on your tender bud had you seeing stars. Your toes curled and you bit down on your lip to stifle your moan as you came around him.

Your legs were trembling, pussy twitching and squeezing Rafe’s cock as he fucked you through your high, tears coursing down your cheeks in shame.

“Oh fuck, are you actually coming right now??” He laughed mockingly, a sick pride flashing across his face. “You’re so fucking pathetic, do you have any clue how goddamn wet you are right now?”

You couldn’t respond, brain so fried by the feelings of his dick pushing into you that you could only mewl helplessly, each sound punctuated with the snap of his hips.

He was fucking you frantically now, growling under his breath as you choked his cock, your fingernails gripping his arms to steady yourself.

You were caught off guard when you came again, tightening around him, and crying out his name.

Rafe cursed under his breath at the feeling, hips stuttering as he thrust into you deeper than before, groaning when he came, and you whimpered as you felt him filling you up with his cum.

He was panting, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. You turned your head when you felt him get closer, but he cupped your cheek, allowing himself to press his forehead to yours.

Rafe kissed you softly, much more tenderly than before, but knowing the feelings behind the action made your stomach twist, the innocent kiss tainted by the weight of what he had just done.

“You were mine a long time before you knew you were, and I’m not going to let you just throw that away. This friendship isn’t over until I say it is.”

#ex friends with benefits #rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron #rafe cameron noncon #dark rafe cameron #dark!topper thornton #rafe cameron x reader #topper thorton x reader #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron smut

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I also have another one!! I’d love to see like Rebekahs friend(the reader) and Elijah’s love story. Like how they met(maybe in the Victorian age or Viking) and just them through the eras! If that is something you would be interested in doing! Like no problems just a cute little thing about their story through the time 💕💕 as always no pressure 💕

Worth the wait

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You and Elijah are childhood friends, dipping in and out of each others lives for the past one thousand years. You hope that one day you will have a chance to be together and find the love you've always longed for.

♡♡ Thanks for the requests @ashloring & @loving-and-dreaming I got these requests back to back and I thought they were perfect combined together. Sorry it took so long, I really wanted to do this story justice... hopefully it is... ♡♡

7.1k words - Warnings: smut, angst, reminiscing, playful sex, Elijah being very silly and sappy.

You were always fated to love him from afar. From the first moment you ever laid eyes on Elijah — you knew deep down that you would love him as long as you lived. What you didn't know was how long that would be.

You grew up together in a quaint viking village, learning to hunt and forage. He pushed you around, pulled your braids and teased you. You gave back as much as you got, biting and scratching until you were both on the ground tousling around in a full blown battle to prove who was the winner.

The nature of your play fighting changed when you became teenagers, arms still grabbing, but now holding a little bit longer, hands lingering, brushing one anothers faces. Eyes meeting, always with a blush and hasty awkward parting.

When his mother caught you laying on his bed together, fully clothed with a few shy pecks here and there, she sent you away. From that point on, you barely spoke, too embarrassed and flustered to communicate.

You grew up and grew apart, watching him and his family from afar. There was always a darkness over the Mikaelson household, a lingering sense of unease that kept everyone in the village back.

Still the sight of him was enough to brighten your day. Even though you stayed far away from him and his family, Elijah often found you sitting near him, the two of you were simply drawn to each other.

Life was perfect and peaceful until one night, screams echoed in the darkness, sending you from the safety of your bed. It was coming from his home, so you quickly grabbed the only weapon you could find and ran towards the sound.

What you found was beyond anything you could imagine, death and magic combined as the family mutated into a monster to rival the ones of mythological tales.

Esther spotted you and forced you to your knees, laying beside Elijah's body as she began her spell. Once you were tied by mystical cords you didn't understand, she muttered the same incantations she had spoken over each of her children.

That was your last night as a human, the last night you were alive.

Life as an original vampire was unexpected, it came with anger, lust, bloodlust, and unmatched supernatural strength that took adjusting.

Luckily you weren't entirely alone, you had the Mikaelson siblings, teaching each other, being patient, especially Elijah. Together you mastered every nuance in becoming the strongest predator there was.

While you may have been turned against your will, you quickly accepted this new existence. The freedom that came with an endless future proved rewarding with each sunrise.

But soon the prospect of an endless future turned into a curse and you learned the only true enemy of an original was time itself.

Eternity felt hollow as you watched every friend you made grow old and die while you were forced to continue on. Leaving you, haunted and depressed with no escape in sight.

And the only group of people who understood your plight suffered from their own problems. You spent your first five hundred years with them, moving around from country to country before you needed to take a long break from them.

You hoped that Elijah would always keep his heart, stay gentle and kind, but that was impossible. He matured into someone cunning and ruthless, his humanity slowly slipping away, tainted by the brutalities of this life.

The constant bickering, hateful arguments and petty jealousy between them drove you away. After those years you decided to live independently, only visiting the Mikaelson's every couple centuries, trying your best to keep hold of your humanity, while feeling lost in the ever flowing sea of time.

You sat out front a quiet little cafe, sipping on a espresso and browsing your phone. Modern technology was still such a trip to you, just one change after another in an impossible to keep up with world. Everyday some new gadget popped up.

You remembered a time when it took weeks to travel from one place to another. For a letter to make its way took months. And now you could press a button on the piece of glass in your hand and have a face to face conversation with someone on the other side of the world.

It was fascinating, these human inventions that filled their mundane lives. You envied how enraptured they were in their invented distractions. Not everything changed, humans were still so desperate for a simple illusion to fill the boredom of the days drudgery.

But today wasn't an ordinary day for you, today you had a date. Or at least, you wanted it to be a date, Elijah probably saw it as just meeting up with an old friend.

He sat down across from you, handsome as ever, elegant and charming, just as you remembered. Dressed in a black suit, the perfect mix of old fashioned and contemporary.

But when he smiled at you, all your trepidation melted away. It was the same familiar smile you fell in love with, holding that bright twinkle in his eyes and showing off those dimples.

"It's been a while," he said with a faint smile.

"Just a little," you smirked playfully.

He always had the same mannerisms, crossing his legs and holding his body with poise. However in the centuries you spent around him, you learned all his tells. The way he always touched his face when uncomfortable, his tendency to play with his hands.

"How have you been?" he asked, leaning back in his seat as he ordered a cup of coffee.

He politely thanked the waitress that delivered it, before taking a sip, his dark eyes set intensely on yours.

"Me, oh I've been..." you let your voice trail off for a moment, swallowing the memories that threatened to steal your poise.

But Elijah knew what you were thinking, not having seen one another for so long, the memories of the last time you saw eachother tried to force their way back to the front of your mind.

It was the 1950s, and you ran into him in New York of all places. It was the first time you thought you actually had a real chance with him, but he was plagued by his missing siblings, his rage at his brother turned him into a man you barely recognized.

Watching him torture people for information, murdering innocent bystanders didn't seem out of the ordinary anymore, this new Elijah was beyond ruthless. He was a man devoted only to killing his enemies.

Today he seemed far different, poised and kind. The Elijah you fell in love with as a girl had somehow resurfaced and seemed quite eager to make your acquaintance. Or perhaps you just wanted to see him as the man you have always loved, a possibility of a future with him you always dreamed of.

"I guess we haven't really kept in touch," you murmured softly. "I've been off doing my thing and I've missed you more than words could say. Though... you obviously haven't missed me, being so busy playing king of the vampires," you teased him.

"Well someone has to keep the order," he said with a smirk.

"And you think you're the best man for the job?" you raised your brows.

His gaze met yours, he couldn't help the nostalgia that built up in him. Seeing you staring at him, reminded of the times when he first fell in love with you. He had both just turned thirteen and it was like he was seeing you for the first time, dancing around the fire with ribbons in your hair. All the times he would look at you, getting flustered, only to see you looking back at him with the same unspoken feeling between you.

"Well it's either me or Niklaus," Elijah answered as he took a drink.

"Fair enough," you laughed softly and sighed.

Elijah loved that laugh, the way it made your eyes light up. His heart melted, seeing you looking so beautiful. He never stood a chance, you could have your pick of any man, ones who would worship the ground you walked on, ones that could give you a happy life.

"I trust the family is doing well?" you asked with an even gaze.

He nodded. "I have a niece now, Hope. She's brought light back into my family," he smiled slightly.

You loved seeing him this way, happy and hopeful, exactly the way it should be.

"I can't believe it, Niklaus a father. Angels weep," you jested with a laugh.

"Well sometimes you have to set aside your misgivings and make room for surprises," he smirked.

"Spoken like a true mediator," you replied, toasting him with your mug.

You talked for what seemed like forever, catching up on lost time, simply taking in one another's presence. His gaze lingered on you, admiring your confidence. You've always had that glow, drawing everyone in with your easy nature.

"Now tell me, how was your time in Paris?" Elijah asked curiously.

"Has Elijah Mikaelson been keeping tabs on me?" You teased him and laughed.

"I've managed to keep track of a few things," he smirked.

"Nothing you didn't already know, I've spent the past few decades indulging in one thing or another," you answered honestly. "Wine, art, food, sex…”

"How do I fall into those categories?" he chuckled, cocking his head to the side.

"Hmmm, I want to say art but I don't want to feed your ego, so wine it is," you grinned.

"Not sex?" he questioned with a grin.

You shrugged and sipped on your drink, trying to conceal the hot blush spreading over your skin.

"I wouldn't know, now, would I?" you teased him.

It was meant to be a question, that's what you intended, however it came out as an admission and you winced slightly, embarrassed that your nerves were starting to take over.

Elijah loved flirting with you, it felt different than with anyone else, there was something about it, like he was doing it for the first time, all nerves and awkwardness. He saw the flush and pink in your cheeks, the same sweet little blush from a thousand years ago, he knew you felt the same way.

"Would you like to?" he asks curiously.

"Please, Elijah..." you laughed off his question.

You shuffled in your seat nervously. Not believing that Elijah had actually seen the potential for romance. He was just teasing, friendly banter between old friends.

"How's your dating life?" You asked, steering the conversation away from the uncomfortableness you were feeling.

"You're asking me out?" he smirked.

"Fuck off," you chuckled playfully. "I was only going to ask if you are still pinning after Katherine," you teased.

"Now who's keeping tabs?" He countered with a smile.

"Do you blame me? C'mon, give me all the delicious gossip."

"Well.. I finally found her. We had lots of sex, then I dumped her," he quipped.

"Oh my, Elijah, a heartbreaker," you smirked.

"Yes, that's me. Now you, I've always wondered who you were with?" Elijah brought the attention back to you, waiting for an explanation.

You rolled your eyes and relaxed into the chair. "Men, women, witches, werewolves…” you joked.

"Not sex, I meant love. Did you meet anyone that holds your heart?" He clarified, fiddling with his hands under the table, both excited and nervous to hear what you had to say.

You got a little flustered and swallowed, shrugging it off as nothing. There was no one. You certainly met some contenders over the years, but no one came close to the man that sat across from you.

"Love is exhausting," you replied casually. "Much like everything in this life, it's all the same. At the end of the day, you're left feeling empty."

He listened. He understood what you mean, eternity can feel so empty. But he felt an optimism when he was around you, no longer did he feel chained to life, to time.

"I don't agree," he murmured softly, "I think you just haven't found it yet."

"Elijah, c'mon," you laughed a bit and shook your head.

It seemed as though every date you had in the last ten centuries paled in comparison. When you were with him it just felt different, it wasn't lust, or an insatiable need to be around him. It was peace, it was comfort, he felt like home and it was special.

"No, really," he paused and smiled softly. "C'mon, lets go for a walk, I'll show you," he stood up, reaching his hand towards you.

You stood, and began walking, chatting about old times. He reminded you of the day you spent together in 1599 where you saw Shakespeare's Julius Caesar at the Globe theater, both of you sitting up in the rafters with the best view there was.

One thing led to another and the two of you ended up chasing one another all around the city, drinking far too much rum and dramatically reenacting the stabbing in a fit of giggles.

You reminded him of the time in the 1650s in Spain where you witnessed a beautiful redhead attempt to flirt with him by twirling her fan and covering half her face. It just resulted in the both of you mocking her mercilessly, a small giggle escaped your lips when you remembered his laughter.

"She was so in love with you, but could barely hold a conversation with you, what was her name? The one with all the freckles," you chuckled.

"Ugh... not Silvia. I haven't thought about her in a very long time. Fortunately she went and married some merchant banker and left me alone," he chucked, guiding you towards a nearby garden.

You walked down a tree-shaded path, crossing a bridge over a trickling creek, and past the playground where children giggled as they played. Elijah led you towards a gazebo, passing by an elderly couple enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon.

"I thought you were going to show me how to find love?" you teased, elbowing him playfully.

He chuckled and put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close against him.

"Look at them over there, two people growing old together," he said softly, nodding towards the couple."That's a beautiful story right there, it goes from meeting, to dating, to falling in love, to having a marriage full of ups and downs. Every difficult time, every disagreement, every moment of compassion and reassurance is enough to have them stay together." He looked at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You listened closely, hanging on every word, studying his expression. Looking up at him as the sunlight came shining through the leafy branches of the trees.

"I bet if we asked them they would tell us the secret to it all," you said quietly, looking back over at the little old couple.

They were wrapped up in their own world, swaying ever so slightly to the soft music playing nearby. Their love for one another so bright.

Elijah stood and walked over to them, sitting down on the bench next to him. You paused for a moment and then followed him, moving to the empty spot beside him.

"Excuse me," Elijah spoke in a voice hushed and sincere. "We just wanted to know," he continued, gently compelling them to answer, "what is the secret of love?"

"Well, I guess, patience," the woman answered sweetly.

The man slowly blinked, his head cocking to the side as he answered, "trust, communication, passion..."

"What is your favorite memory together?" You asked politely, leaning forward.

They looked at one another and burst into hearty, genuine laughter.

"Doing dishes, long drives, waking up to breakfast in bed, cuddling under a blanket in the winter, or just a hug after a bad day..." she answered wistfully.

"All the quiet moments in-between, like coming home after a hard day of work and changing into our comfy clothes," he paused and grabbed her hand, "putting on a movie and just ordering in. We can lay there in one another's arms, always together in that bubble of comfort."

You smiled softly. There's something about the simplicity of it, and the sheer joy in doing those things with the one you love. The ordinary and everyday.

Elijah glanced over at you with a smile, then thanked the couple.

"Thank you, you've been wonderful," Elijah finished kindly.

"I hope you and your lady are just as happy as we are," the man said, turning to kiss his wife lovingly on the cheek.

"I'm sure of it," Elijah stood up and began walking away, holding his hand out for you.

You stood up and intertwined your fingers with his, giving his hand a squeeze as you mouthed a thank you towards the elderly man.

"Does that answer your question? Love just happens and it's imperfectly wonderful," Elijah said simply.

"Have you ever found a love like that?" you asked curiously.

He paused and a thoughtful expression fell over his face, wondering where to begin. He placed his hand over yours, stroking the back of your knuckles as he looked deep into your eyes, confessing a feeling he's hidden all this time.

"Only once, when I was too young to understand what I had," he admitted softly. "We were only children then."

Your heart began to beat faster, hearing him say it out loud made your breath hitch in your throat.

"And what about now?" You asked in a near whisper, afraid of what he would say, but unable to live without the answer.

He grinned and suddenly scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder, just like when you would play flight as children.

You squealed and laughed out in delight.

"What are you doing?" You giggled loudly, slapping his back, but he simply ignored you.

"Reminiscing," he answered swiftly.

"This is hardly reminiscing," you teased.

"To me it is, with you in my arms, laughing," he added cheekily.

You were incredibly flustered, but you didn't want this to stop. It was silly, and unexpected and made you think about all the times you two were together as children. It made you feel as you always did with him, free, alive, all nerves and blushing and awkward touches.

So you just rested your chin against him and giggled loudly as you watched the ground pass by underneath you.

"Where are you taking me?" you questioned softly.

He smiled and didn't answer, biting his lip as he tightened his grip on you.

It didn't take long for you to spot the bridge you walked over, carrying you out onto the sidewalk outside the gardens.

He pulled you up and set you back on your feet, both of you giggling breathlessly, your hands on his chest, his hands on your waist.

The two of you stood there for a moment, eyes scanning one another's face, catching your breaths and gazing longingly. His gaze focused on your lips, while yours focused on his eyes, the fondness in them made your cheeks heat up.

His grip tightened around you, your hands fisting in his shirt as he closed the distance, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

You swore you could have floated away that moment. His hands cradled your face as you pulled him closer. Your lips parting for him as he deepened the kiss.

You pulled away from the kiss after a moment. "Can we talk about that for a minute?" you said, your gaze fell away, finding it hard to meet his eyes, your heart felt like it would burst from the surges of love that came pouring out.

He shook his head and kissed you again, brushing his nose against yours, a smile across his lips.

"Lets not speak... lets keep kissing," he whispered with a soft laugh.

You smiled and closed your eyes, tilting your head back, enjoying the feel of him loving you after such a long time. The feel of his body against yours.

He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and just taking a moment to enjoy your company. The feeling of your breath against his skin.

"So... let's talk," he smirked against your lips and traced his fingers down the side of your face.

He felt you nod. "Mmm, in bed," you murmured and stole another kiss.

"Okay," he nodded and swiftly scooped you into his arms.

"Nice place," you commented lightly as your eyes scanned over the art and furniture in the compound. "I can see you were in charge of the decor," you said cheekily.

He laughed. "Naturally, darling," he replied. "Klaus is always out for blood and I had to ensure it wasn't on every wall."

Elijah led you down a hallway to a lavish bedroom, opening the door and ushering you in, shutting it carefully behind him. He held you close, his hand on your waist, reaching up to brush a loose strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear and pulling you in for a kiss.

"Do you remember the last time we were in bed together?" He asked softly.

"You brought me into your home under false pretenses, you said you were going to show me a dagger your father had," you replied, recalling the time you were teenagers, kissing in his bed, all nerves and eagerness.

"I really did want to show you that dagger, my intentions were innocent that evening," he protested lightly. "But then you laid down on my bed, making yourself at home, and there you were, wearing such a sweet little dress with such tantalizing seams all over."

"I can't believe you remember the dress I was wearing," you said, placing your hands on his chest and toying with the buttons of his shirt.

He chuckled. "I remember everything about that day," he smiled, "it was my first kiss, how could I not memorize every detail?"

"What else do you remember?" You asked softly, looking into his eyes.

"I remember laying down beside you, I was so nervous," he admitted softly. "We laid on our backs for a while, just chatting. Your hand brushed against mine and I wrapped my fingers with yours, scared you would push me away," he looked away, lost in the memory, smiling softly.

"I was so sure that you would, but you didn't and we grew quiet, all nerves, side by side." He looked back at you, a twinkle in his eye.

"We could hear the sounds of the village outside as it prepared for the feast. We laid there like that, my heart racing, thumb tracing your palm. I turned to face you, you wore this little shy smile. And there I was, frozen by the way you looked."

"Your hair was braided and those perfect lips were slightly parted," he cupped your cheek, grazing his thumb over your bottom lip. "I was terrified to mess it all up."

You were speechless, all you could do was smile and laugh softly. He began to guide you back towards his bed, still talking as he undressed you slowly, "But we laid there just staring, and gazing into each other's eyes. Slowly I leaned closer, so close we were breathing each other in, just sharing a breath, trying not to spook one another."

"And then, before I knew it, your lips found mine and all of my nervousness melted away. Slow, soft kisses, that little braid tickling my neck and the taste of the berries you had earlier still sweet on your lips."

You blushed at the memory, his words making you tear up, you couldn't believe he remembered.

"Your hands were shaking against my chest, so I lifted them to my lips," he stopped talking for a moment, reenacting the memory by kissing your hands once more.

"Then your mother walked in," you commented, smiling at his gesture.

He smirked against your skin. "Well, before she did," he began, he spoke softly as he slowly unzipped the back of your dress, letting it fall to your feet. "I was... learning the taste of your lips," he continued slowly. "They still taste the same, lovely and sweet,"

His eyes scanned over you, taking in the sight of the most beautiful woman in the world, right there in his room, standing there in nothing but a lacy black bra and underwear.

You smiled and tugged on the buttons of his shirt, eagerly undoing them and pushing his shirt off of his shoulders as you began kissing along his jaw.

"It feels like yesterday," you whispered, moaning against his lips as his hands went to your waist, his fingertips dancing over your skin.

The sensation tickled and made you giggle, trying to pull his hands away but that just sent a whole new wave of laughter bubbling out of you as he pulled you against him with a grin.

The two of you stumbled backwards to the edge of the bed, kissing deeply and continuing to undress each other as you fell onto the mattress in a fit of laughter.

He pinned you down, but you pushed him off, the two of you beginning to wrestle for the upper hand. You giggled and squealed as he tickled you mercilessly, kissing along your neck and biting playfully, all while his fingers danced and caressed over your stomach.

"Elijah, STOP! Hahaha," you pleaded, squirming beneath him. "Stop stop," you laughed.

"What's wrong, my little love," he asked playfully, grabbing your wrists in his hand and pinning them above your head.

You kissed him quickly, grinning when he released you, "Let me breathe!" you said with a laugh.

He smiled warmly, glancing down at your smiling lips. "You make me feel like a teenager again," he admitted softly, then began tickling your sides again, catching you off guard.

You squealed, squirming in his grip and playfully struggling to break free. You could feel his erection brushing against you, his hips pressing between your thighs as he continued to attack you.

"Eli!” You gasped, wriggling your body under him, wrapping your legs around his waist and flipping him over onto his back.

He was laughing along with you, his breathing heavy as he settled beneath you, grinning up at you. “I surrender, you have bested me,” he said, looking up at you in awe.

You smiled and sat back on his lap, "oh don't give me that cheeky grin," you replied, wrinkling your nose at him.

His hands fell to your thighs, squeezing them as he smiled. You rocked your hips slowly, grinding yourself on his cock. He moaned softly, his mouth hung open as he watched the way you moved above him. Your lace panties rubbing over the rough material of his pants.

"I've dreamed of this for centuries," he confessed in a whisper. "You on my lap, your hands on me, the beauty of your body..."

Your eyes glanced down as he spoke, admiring his abs and the V-shaped muscles running down below his waistband. You made eye contact and started to slowly unhook your bra, letting it fall to the ground before tossing it to the floor.

He groaned softly, admiring the softness of your breasts and the perk of your nipples. You caught him staring and smiled, taking his hands into yours and placing them on you, urging him to touch you.

He sat up, capturing a nipple between his lips, leaving a trail of kisses along your breasts, cupping and massaging them in his hands. He kissed up your chest to your neck and found your lips again, kissing you slowly and passionately. He broke the kiss, glancing into your eyes with a look of raw, aching love.

"You know what would have happened if my mother didn't walk in?" He murmured, keeping his voice low and hushed, nearly a whisper.

You simply shook your head.

"I would've put my head between these thighs," he continued, squeezing them in his strong hands. "I would've made you giggle and squirm until you surrendered to my lips," he grabbed your hips and rocked you along his length, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"You would've gotten me pregnant," you chuckled, thinking back to how naive and innocent the two of you were, no idea of the consequences of what you had been attempting.

He smiled and grabbed your face gently, "then I would have made you my wife," he grinned and leaned forward, whispering against your lips, "and we would have grown old together, watching our little ones run through the village... a full happy life," he kissed you again.

He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I always dreamed of waking up to your beautiful face every morning," he said softly. “Perhaps if time and circumstances treated us kindly…”

You felt a little sad at his words, imagining the perfect little life you could have had together. "I would have liked that," you said slowly, gazing into his kind eyes.

You held a gaze with him for a moment before kissing him again, reaching down to his pants, unbuttoning them with slow, careful movements. He watched as you tugged them down and off of his legs and then lowered down to kiss him again, rubbing your core against his length.

He pulled your panties to the side, tracing his fingers over your clit, rubbing it with slow and loving circles.

You broke the kiss, your forehead pressed against his, your eyes shut tightly as he pleasured you, massaging your clit with expertise. "‘lijah...," you let out a little moan. "Where did you learn that?"

He grinned, biting his lip as he watched the pleasure on your face. "I've been practicing with all these other women, waiting to have a chance with you." He replied.

You opened your eyes, an expression of faux hurt painted across your face. "Are you trying to say I was your last resort?"

He grabbed the back of your neck with a playful smirk, "you are my only choice, my love," he guided you back to his lips and kissed you deeply, his free hand cupping your ass, tugging you against him.

"Only choice," you repeated between kisses, grinding on his fingers as he pleased you.

"I love you, it was only ever you," he declared, his eyes scanning your face with intensity.

You smiled and stole another kiss from him. "Then, prove it," you whispered against his lips.

He grinned and pulled his hand away, suddenly ticking your sides again and making you laugh and whimper out playfully as he flipped you over onto your back.

You were laughing uncontrollably, grinning as you kissed him back while he tickled you. You gasped for air and submitted beneath him as he kissed and nipped his way down your body.

Finally, he made his way to your core, hooking a finger under the lace and pulling your panties down. He tossed them to the floor and dove in, draping your thighs over his shoulders, burying his mouth into you.

You gasped, laughing as you fell back onto the mattress, rocking your hips against him. He grinned up at you as he swiped his tongue over your clit.

"Allll these women, practice, and nothing to show for it," you sighed as you teased him, breathy and laced with laughter.

He looked up, a flash of competitiveness crossing his face as he eased two fingers inside you and nipped at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your teasing was replaced with mewls and moans as you ran your fingers through his hair and rode his tongue, soft curses and whispered pleas were all you managed to get out.

He closed his eyes and took his time, one hand around your thigh, stroking circles over your skin, while his tongue and fingers worked in union. He couldn't believe he had you, right here, and he intended to make you feel every bit of love he had to offer.

He smirked against your heat as you tightened your grip on his hair, pulling him closer, grinding your hips against his mouth. He has dreamed of this moment for one thousand years, but the real thing was so much better than he had ever imagined.

You trembled and squeezed your legs around him, moaning and gasping as you were pulled closer to your climax. He urged you on as you fucked his mouth, whimpering softly, your free hand bunched up the bed sheets.

The stimulation was too much as he hummed and sucked your clit, your body shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. Your thighs gripped his head like a vice and your body stiffened as you cried out his name, digging your heels into the bed to try and ride it out on his mouth.

You tugged his head away, panting and trying to regain control of your body, your head still spinning.

You gasped and laughed, covering your face.

He smirked, as he wiped his mouth on your thigh.

You smiled down at him, "okay…maybe one thousand years was enough time to gain some skill," you chuckled, pulling him close for a kiss.

His hands trailed over your breasts, slowly kneading them and rolling your nipples between his fingers. You mewled softly against his lips, your nails digging into his shoulders.

He kissed your forehead, your nose and along your jaw, sucking a hickey into the side of your neck, watching it instantly heal. He could do this forever, tasting your skin and listening to the perfect little sounds you made.

You pushed gently on his chest, urging him to lay down, which he did happily, holding your hand as he laid on his back.

You peppered kisses down his neck to his chest, biting at his firm chest muscles and kissing down his toned abs, making your way to his erection.

"I've learned some skills as well," you teased, pressing kisses up the side of his length, placing a final kiss to the tip.

He groaned softly, smiling down at you, "oh really? I'd love to see that," he whispered encouragingly.

You opened your mouth slowly and lowered down, taking him all the way into your mouth. He moaned softly, tilting his head back and biting his lip as his fingers tangled in your hair.

You swirled your tongue around him, using the tips of your fingers to stroke the base, glancing up to watch the way his body reacted to your movements.

His lips were parted, his eyes shut. As his breathing grew ragged he smiled softly, letting his head fall back against the pillows as you pleasured him.

You hummed, bobbing up and down along his shaft, savoring the sweet sounds that left his throat.

He began to tug on your hair, taking handfuls as you quickened the pace, licking and sucking enthusiastically, slurping as you sucked on the tip.

You released his cock with a pop, stroking and pumping him in your hand, using your spit to keep it slick. You traced your thumb over the head, tapping him against your tongue.

He moaned softly, gripping the headboard with his free hand, slowly bucking his hips.

You took him in again, one final time, swirling your tongue, bobbing and sucking, pushing him all the way down your throat.

He let out a long, sexy groan as he reached his peak. "Yes, darling, yes... just like that...I'm-" he grunted, before spilling over your tongue with a deep, guttural moan.

You swallowed, licking and sucking him, milking him completely before pulling off. He stared down at you, his face was clenched and contorted, an expression of pure pleasure painted across his features. Then he sat up slowly pulling you against him in a messy kiss.

"How was that?" You asked softly against his lips.

He grinned against your mouth and kissed you again, cradling your face. "I don't think there are words that could describe...," he took a moment to catch his breath before continuing, his eyes lidded, still high on his climax. "How much I love you," he whispered against your lips.

"I bet you say that to every girl that has given you good head," you teased.

He furrowed his brow, watching your little grin. "Do you think I use that word lightly?... I love you, only you...," he pressed his forehead to yours and closed his eyes.

You ran your fingers through his hair, studying his features as you smiled.

"I love you too, Elijah," you whispered, pressing a slow, caring kiss to his lips.

You found yourself suddenly overwhelmed with love, with the memory of all the lost time you had missed with him. Tears formed in your eyes as you kissed him, causing him to break the kiss.

He studied your expression with worry. "What's the matter?" He asked softly.

"I don't want to miss another day," you replied, brushing away your tears, a goofy smile across your face.

He smiled at you with a chuckle. "Well, darling, we just have one thousand years of catching up to do," he said softly, wiping away your tears. "Not to mention all the other days to come after,"

You let out a little laugh as he pulled you into his arms, his strong hands roaming over your curves as he flipped you back underneath him.

"I can't wait," you said breathlessly, pulling him down for a passionate kiss.

Elijah smiled against your lips and kept one hand at your waist as he dragged the tip of his cock over your pussy, drenched from the pleasure and anticipation. He eased in slowly, sinking inside your warm center and muffling a groan against your neck. You let out a soft sigh, feeling so complete now that you were finally connected.

He lifted his head and gazed into your eyes, placing a hand against your cheek as he started to thrust slowly. He was quiet as he rolled his hips, his gaze flickering between watching his cock slowly sliding in and out of you, covered in your wetness, and you, biting your lip, your eyes squeezed shut as he filled you.

You moaned at his size, already sensitive from your last orgasm, the stretch felt amazing, your nails digging into his firm muscles. His large hands were clutched around your hips, steadying you as he fucked you in a slow, gentle pace.

"Listen to you," he grinned, "making such beautiful sounds for me," he praised, nipping at your ear.

His words went straight to your core as your breathing grew raspy, squeezing his cock so tightly that you pushed him out of you, moaning quietly.

"Mmm," he bit his lip, tapping his cock against your clit and then ran it back and forth over your wetness, admiring the view before guiding his cock back into you. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked softly, dropping a kiss to your forehead.

You shook your head, your eyes still shut. "No, you are just...very well-endowed, that's all," you giggled..

He rocked inside you for a moment, his hands gripping your hips. "Should I stop?" He whispered.

"Don't you dare stop, you owe me one thousand years of this," you cupped his cheek, pulling his face to yours, pressing your lips together.

"Who am I to deny you?" He kissed you slowly, his tongue danced with yours as he found his rhythm again, thrusting deep, his hands holding your thighs open.

He bit your lip and gazed at you, still not totally believing the vision of beauty beneath him.

The pure sexual lust that had built up between you paired with the overflowing love you felt for each other, made everything more intense. Your orgasms building, the clench around his length, the grip of your hands on his muscles. It felt like time had stopped for you both, existing only in the carnal moment you were sharing.

He moaned as you tightened around him, pushing your knees up to your waist to deepen his thrust. He trailed one hand down your soft skin and ran a thumb over your swollen clit, rubbing it in slow, tender circles.

You gasped and whimpered out his name, you were so sensitive and yet were so close to tumbling over again, "please, don't stop," you whispered urgently, a pleading look in your eyes.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and continued rubbing your clit, rolling his hips, giving you long, passionate strokes.

"That's it, that's it," he whispered through grunts. "Just like that, my darling," he breathed, lowering down to kiss you.

The love you made was passionate and sweet, soft and timid. It felt like it was all meant to be, pure, passionate love, made only for each other.

He used all his willpower to hold back his own, wanting to feel you release around him. Your body slowly stiffened, squeezing around his length, making him moan deeply. He didn't stop moving, encouraging you with gentle words in your ear and kisses to your cheek.

He couldn't hold on any longer, feeling you twitch, your mouth hung open in a silent moan as you reached your peak. A quiet, guttural groan rumbled deep in his chest as he spilled his warm cum inside you.

He pressed his forehead to yours as he breathed heavily, whispering sweet praises and confessions as you both held one another, sharing small and gentle kisses.

He rolled on to his side, bringing you with him, keeping you connected and moving your thigh over his hip to bury himself deeper. Neither of you wanted to let go of the feeling of being joined.

He snaked one arm behind your back to draw you even closer, and reached the other up to brush your hair out of your face. He kissed you deeply and ran his fingertips over your soft skin, moving them up and down your back as you looked into one another's eyes.

"That was..." you sighed happily.

"Yeah..." He smiled softly and let his eyes wander over your features, as if trying to sear it into his brain.

"I can't believe we waited so long to do this," you whispered, stroking your hands up and down his arms.

"Our days of waiting are over," he smiled softly, leaning down to kiss you again. His mouth on yours, swallowing your little moans, his fingers stroking your sides, both of you completely consumed by the other.

The room was dimly lit, candle flames casting a warm glow around you. Time finally gave you a break, let you have this moment you both were longing for all these years.

He loved you. You loved him, and now you were finally together. After one thousand years, it was well worth the wait.

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Telepathic!Yandere x GN!Reader

TW: language, this one is pretty tame, still no minors

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This sucked.

You were at the supermarket, walking lackadaisically through the produce aisle, shivering your ass off because you refused to bring your jacket due to it being eighty-five degrees outside. The sweat, from the natural sauna you called a planet, had begun to dry and you were in this weird area between moist and dry that made you want to take a cheese grater to your skin. 

You felt gross. You wanted a bath, but your ex-boyfriend insisted that you get groceries because your fridge was bordering empty from the last get together you hosted with your friends, so cleanliness would have to wait. 

“Boyfriend.”

What was that? You couldn’t hear anything over the sound of your pores wailing at the cruel frozen torture they endured. 

“Boyfriend. And I told you that you could wear my jacket. You’re just being stubborn.”

There it was again. Maybe the abrupt change in temperature your body endured was causing you to hear things. It wasn’t the craziest assumption. You often got light-headed or nosebleeds when it was too hot so you couldn’t be too far off. 

“You aren’t funny.”

If only you were joking. If this was a light, happy moment you might’ve teased him about the two of of you still being together but you didn’t want to be. You didn’t want to be here, getting groceries with him. 

“Okay first of all, ouch. Second, can we not do this right now? I don’t feel like having this talk.”

Talk. A funny way to phrase it considering you weren’t speaking. You’d been giving him the silent treatment ever since you found out, trying to figure if there was some way you could keep your private thoughts private, but it was a concept that wouldn’t exist as long as you were near him. He didn’t care about your privacy as long as he could spy on you. 

“I don’t spy. We’ve had this conversation. You act like I’m doing this on purpose.” 

Whether he was doing it on purpose or not didn’t matter. It was the fact that he could. And he did. 

You’d spent the majority of your relationship ignorant of what your seemingly perfect boyfriend could do, feeling like a dumbass when it slipped out during one of the many fights you had. 

He mentioned something about how handsy a drunk guy was getting with you at a party to somehow insinuate that you were being unfaithful, something that he shouldn’t have known considering he was allegedly visiting his parents. 

“I was visiting my parents. You don’t have to be suspicious about every thing I said I was doing.”

You supposed it was true. He didn’t have to follow you around in order to know what you were doing. Just a quick scan of your brain and he knew everything down to what you had for breakfast. It was you who were left wondering if everything in your relationship was a lie. 

You wished he’d never told you the truth. 

You wouldn’t spend every moment of your relationship wondering whether or not each moment you shared was a fabricated. You could ask, but how would you know the truth? You always felt like it was odd that there was never an uncomfortable silence hanging awkwardly between the two of you. You’d never had a conversation last for as long as it usually did between the two of you. He always seem to know just what to say, especially on those dark days and it made you feel like he was the one. But he wasn’t. He just cheated his way into your heart. 

“So, what? You would’ve preferred our relationship be a lie?”

That’s what it was. Built on lies. It was strange that you considered it a relationship at all considering you were just dating a replica of your ideal person. This wasn’t real. You wanted to end it so you could move on with your life. 

“You’re not breaking up with me. As soon as you allow yourself to take a moment, you’ll realize that you’re being ridiculous. I’m not going to let you end this on a selfish whim. You know what? Fine.”

He grabbed your hand, placing the keys in them before going to push the basket forward. 

“You can go wait in the car where you’ll be out of my range. I’m tired of hearing this. We’ll talk about it when we get home.”

You could just take the car and leave him stranded in the middle of the supermarket. 

“You won’t. Now will you stop being such a brat and go wait for me in the car? Please?” 

You glared at him, unable to find refuge in your thoughts. The silent treatment only served to make you more frustrated since he wasn’t cut off from communicating with you. Walking towards the car, you couldn’t believe you didn’t realize you had been dating such an asshole. 

“Always for you.”

You didn’t like it one bit.

#telepathy #yandere #yandere oc #male yandere #telepathic yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x you #yandere x reader #yandere x gn reader #gn reader

[prettysuper]

@reddrakebird : A Second Chance (Set minutes after Kon's return to the current timeline where he is presumed dead.)

Part of him had always romanticised death; longing for it's slender bony fingers to expire him from existence. The reality however, hadn't been on his agenda for a long time - almost given up on the concept, convinced he was unbeatable, until of course, he'd been proving woefully wrong by no one other than an alternate version of himself. Now wasn't that ironic? He might as well have committed suicide. But Kon hadn't been trying to die that fateful night. Simply save the universe from himself. The same way he always had. Unfortunately, whatever romantic notions he'd had of non-existing weren't nearly as exciting as he'd anticipated. There was no afterlife. Being brought back had taken just over a thousand years, and boy had it been a long millenium. He'd spent his time flickering between dreams of bright blue sad eyes and dark brown hair wrapped in his fingertips, only to be rudely awoken by a man who claimed to have resurrected him. After helping defeat himself once again, Kon was only too glad to be transported back to the current timeline - unaware that he'd still been dead to his friends and family for an entire year. His first point of call probably should have been to check on Cassie but it was Tim's heartbeat Kon found himself searching for; those memories of the dreams that he'd found himself lost in during his recovery, resurfacing the moment he felt his boots hit the ground. Listening out for it, he could hear that signature beat heightened - not irregularly, just enough to be combat territory. Seeing as darkness enveloped the Kent farm, it made sense that Robin would be on patrol. Without thinking, he flew up into the darkness and honed in on that heartbeat - soaring to the other man's destination within seconds - just on time to catch a spray of bullets meant for the other man with his telekinesis. Their metal casings dropped to the ground, when Superboy stepped in front of Robin's current target, his back to the adversary as he looked at the other man in the whites of his domino mask and asked far too casually, "Hey Boy Blunder! Miss me? Caus, I'm sure glad that missed you." Kon teased, completely ignorant of how his sudden reappearance could be a shock to the other. It'd only been a few hours right?

#[ interaction: red robin ] #[ main verse:// second star to the right & straight on till morning ✨] #[ partner: reddrakebird ] #cw: suicide mentions

[blueraineshadows]

Inevitable

Sebastian Sallow x You (Female)

NSFW 🔞

Tags: infidelity, fingering, betrayal, praise, mild possessiveness

The water was hot, streaming down your back as you pressed your forehead to the cool tiles on the shower wall. Closing your eyes, you tried to block out the images that kept playing out behind your eyes, the desperate need to be rid of them for your own sanity was nothing against the raging inferno that blazed in your gut.

You ached for one more look, craved for a touch, and yet you shouldn’t. You didn’t think you had it in you to betray, and yet your body was failing your attempts to take the moral high ground.

You wanted him. 

Six years after graduating Hogwarts, you were settled in a good Ministry job, you had your friends, and you were due to marry a lovely gentleman who treated you well. Life has been kind to you since your troubled youth. Why in Merlin’s name would you want to destroy all of that over one man?

He wasn’t just any man, though.

Sebastian Sallow had turned you upside down and inside out when you were young. You had walked dark paths and made some dubious choices because of him. For him.

He had been the first. The first boy to steal your kisses, to touch you and make you yearn for more. Your passion was almost an equal match for your rage, fighting and fucking until it was all too much. Leaving him had been the only option, and yet it had eaten you up inside.

It took a long time to get over Sebastian Sallow, and you were good now.

At least you were, until he turned up out of the blue on the arm of a lovely young witch.

Your fiance had taken you along to a weekend trip to the lakes, a team building event for his work colleagues and partners were invited. This pretty little witch worked in your fiance’s office, and she brought her date along with her. Sebastian Sallow.

So far, your time has been spent with your lips clamped tight, your eyes straying to the boy who had driven you crazy. Now a man, a devastatingly good-looking man, with all the charm he had owned before and more. You hadn’t been able to admit to your fiance the connection you had with Sebastian. As far as anyone else on the trip knew, he was an old school friend from years back, and it was so lovely to catch up again.

Sebastian’s eyes burned into yours. They lingered on your skin, and his lips tempted you with each deliberate swipe of tongue. A tongue that knew how to drive you to the edge of your insanity with words and clever strokes.

You groan as you pull back from the tiled wall, the water now hitting your face in an attempt to wash your thoughts clean, but it’s no good. Sebastian is in your head. He burns in your blood. He makes your pulse throb, and your thighs clench together with a need that shouldn’t exist. But it does.

He is in the room just down the hall, probably laying in bed next to his pretty girlfriend while you think filthy, erotic thoughts about his hands and his mouth as you spread soap over your flesh. Your fingers tease a nipple, remembering the hot bite of his teeth, a hand slides down to dip between your thighs, a teasing graze against your fluttering cunt as you think about how he fucked you so good.

A harsh sigh bursts from your lips as you shut off the water, shaking the water from your hands as you step from the shower stall and grab the bath towel. You cannot think like this. Your fiance is waiting for you in your own room at the opposite end of the hall. He knows you are tense about something, and he has offered his arms as comfort. Like a coward, you had escaped to the bathroom, seeking solitude to muse over your betrayer’s body.

Wiping the mirror free of steam, you rake your fingers through your wet hair and stare at the face of a woman who should know better. Sebastian Sallow is no good for you.

Say it again. Say it louder. He is no good for you.

But he is so good with his hands. His eyes are like deep pools of abandonment waiting to happen. They pull you in with long, lingering looks over the dinner table. His smirk that flickers your way when nobody else is looking makes the thud of your heart trip and spin. How can you forget what those fingers can do when they ‘accidentally’ brush against yours when he passes you a wine glass?

That bastard knows what he is doing, and you let him do it. Because you are weak. Because it’s him. 

And you should know better.

Quickly towelling off, you wrap the towel more firmly around yourself and open the bathroom door, a billow of shower steam following you as you step out into the cool of the hallway. It was quiet, and your bare feet pad down towards your room. You can see the closed door, you’re reaching for the handle, and then footsteps right behind you, a hand on your elbow. You're being spun around, your back is against the wall, and he is there. He was always quick and silent on his feet.

Staring up into deep, brown eyes, your heart speeds up, and your stomach erupts into a swirling flutter of chaos. He can see the way your pupils immediately dilate, your lips parting slightly in an attempt to find air as every cell in your body screams for just one more touch.

You should move, step away and get the fuck out of there. But, his hand is on the wall near your head and he is leaning forward, every freckle on his gorgeous face a map to your fall. Because you know it’s coming. It’s as inevitable as sunrise and death.

“There you are,” he says, that damned smirk teasing his mouth.

You’re swallowing, but there is nothing in your mouth. You are dry, at a loss, as your body calls for him whilst your brain slowly begins to shut down every sensible voice in your head. You are internally screaming for sanity, for reason against madness, but Sebastian is a master at stealing all of those things. He is a puppeteer for all that is sin and pleasure and, fuck, you are so ready for it.

All you can do is shake your head, your fingers grasping uselessly at the edge of the towel in an attempt to keep it high enough. It is the only barrier you have, and he knows it. His eyes drop to where the towel is wrapped across your breasts, a water droplet snaking down from your neck to find sanctuary in the valley between them. He licks his lips, eyes an inferno of lust as he lifts a hand, fingertip grazing against your chest, following the path of the water droplet until pauses at the towel edge.

“Don’t.” Your voice is a rasp, a pathetic attempt at halting this madness, but it is a weak protest. The trail of fire his finger has left behind is like a knife edge that you are about to fall from. 

Liar. You want to jump. This isn’t falling. Nobody is pushing you.

His smile reveals he knows. His touch is your weakness, and the bastard knows it. 

He lifts the finger to break contact, but he leaves it hovering over the towel edge, slightly crooked, poised. He can hook that finger under the towel, and with one tug, rip it from your naked body. You should be grabbing his wrist, pulling his hand away, and pushing him back.

Go back to your girlfriend. You should be going back to your fiance.

But you say none of these things.

“Don’t fight it,” he whispers. “You and I both know that if we fight it, things only get worse. It builds, and it builds until we can’t take anymore, and we have to give in.”

His face is so close that you can feel his breath on your neck now. This is the worst kind of torture. He is there, but it isn’t enough.

“This is wrong.”

His smirk pulls on the coiled heat in your gut, your thighs clench again, and you bite down on your own tongue.

“But it feels so right, doesn’t it?” His mouth is near your ear now and you can hear your own breaths, your head against the wall, your wet hair leaving a damp stain on the paint as water drips onto your quivering flesh.

“Seb… No…”

“Yes,” he whispers. “Say it… Tell me you want it, too.”

You startle as his fingers graze against your inner thigh. You’re shaking your head, and yet your thighs part for him, his knowing smirk widens as his hand drifts higher.

Fuck, the touch, the fire.

You are throbbing with it. Every teasing taunt of his fingers turns it up another notch, and now your lips are trembling.

“Someone will see,” you whisper. 

His teeth catch your ear, the most delicate of scrapes, and you’re gasping, turning your head a little so his mouth can seek out more of you. His breath is hot against your damp skin. Your breasts are heavy, aching, heaving with every desperate breath whilst your hands are flat against the wall behind you. If you don’t hold on, then you might just melt.

“Please…”

You’re not sure if it’s a plea to stop or a plea to continue. Either way, you are powerless to do anything, but stay right where you are. It is inevitable. 

A finger touches you, a teasing stroke along your slit. It glides effortlessly from back to front, pauses, and then pushes deeper. Your mouth parts a little more as the tip nudges against your clit before delving into the waiting slick that greets him. Of course you are ready, your body hungry to take him as he pushes that finger deep inside of you, curling it deliciously as you suck him up. 

Your shuddering outward breath is mingled with the sound of his satisfied sigh into your ear.

“You always were such a good girl for me,” he praises. His tongue touches under your ear, hot and welcome. “So wet, so ready.”

He slides the finger back, circling slowly at the entrance before adding a second finger as he pushes even deeper. You are gone, eyes closed, a soft moan in your throat signalling your surrender.

You are his. Again.

It is exquisite, each languid thrust of his fingers sending you higher and higher. Your soft pants and stifled moans were finally captured by the mouth you couldn’t stop staring at all evening. You are hungry, greedy, your mouth opening to take his tongue. The hot slide and swirl devouring your taste until he owns every sound you utter.

The tightness in your core is unbearable. It's driving you crazy as your hips tilt, and you grind against his hand. Your hands find his chest, sliding over the fabric of his shirt as you scope out the dip and curve of muscle, pulling him closer as he quickens the pace.

“Mine,” he breathes.

Your walls flutter, muscles tightening in anticipation of sweet release as he hits that sweet spot time and again. 

“Yes.”

He isn’t wrong. Through all of it, after many years apart, one look was all it took. 

His.

The crest of the fiery wave peaks, and your brows draw together. His other hand presses to your mouth, silencing you as your eyes clash, your hips bearing down as heat rolls like thunder through your core. He fucks you through it, easing his thrusts with gentle strokes until your legs are a trembling mess. You cannot breathe, you cannot think, you merely feel, and the release is perfection.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers and pushes them into his mouth, and you can not help but watch as he sucks your essence. A prize well earned. He has not freed your mouth yet. You are silenced, but your eyes do the talking.

“This isn’t over, darling,” he says softly. 

Your eyes can not lie. This isn’t over at all.

Removing his hand, he caresses your cheek and bends to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Until next time,” he smiles.

As he turns to leave, walking down the hall with his hands in pockets, you watch him go. Your cheeks are flushed, and your eyes are glazed, but a smile is tugging at your lips. You are in trouble, and yet your heart is already pounding at what tomorrow may bring. 

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #blueraineshadows

[milkistay]

getting over it — lmh

pairing. minho x gn!9th member!reader

format. drabble?

word count. 0.6k

synopsis. you really shouldn’t be crushing on one of your members. but when it comes to lee minho, how can you ever help yourself?

from your spot on the shiny dance practice floor, you can see the slight pinch in minho’s expression. it’s the smallest hint of a furrow in his eyebrows, the squint of his eyes—an expression of determined focus. you’ve observed him long enough to recognize it: he’s studying himself in his mind, going over the parts in the choreography that looked awkward and making mental notes to fix his positioning. these are the moments when minho’s dance background seems apparent. when the rest of your members collapse on the couch or the floor, their faces red and their breathing erratic, minho is still glued to perfecting himself. 

it’s admirable. you watch him in fascination, like it’s an honor to train with an idol like him, despite having trained with him since stray kids’s pre-debut days. but you can’t help but admire him.

and see, you’ve gotten good at pretending you see minho the same way you see the rest of your members, that the love you have for him is just that same undeniable love you have for them that draws a line at the platonic. 

because, of course, you’re best friends. all of the sleepless nights you spent sharing your deep anxieties and confessions on the floor of your dorm, all the afternoon lunches where you doubled over in laughter at the stupidest jokes, all the too-early mornings backstage at m countdown taking photos of each other falling asleep in the makeup chairs—they all count for something, no doubt about that. this is minho, your dear friend who you’d take a bullet for and who would do the same for you (and later find any way to bring up the fact he took a bullet for you and that you were indebted to him).

but this is also minho, with his bright, gleaming eyes and teasing smile and whole-hearted laughter. minho, who stops to pet every cat he comes across and never lets a mealtime pass without asking you if you ate and pokes fun at all his members but would never let them get hurt. 

minho, who will look at you one day in his perfectly-styled hair and just-tight-enough outfit on stage or put his hand on your back to guide you through a crowd or wear a stupid determined expression on his face during dance practice and suddenly make your chest clench in a way that just a “best friend” couldn’t. 

but you’ve gotten good at ignoring that nagging affection because you have to. you can’t afford to be catching feeling for your members, there exists simply far too many ways for it to go wrong. in fact, being rejected would be the best case scenario because it would avoid the endless trials of attempting to secretly date in a profession where secrets are a rare luxury. but there’s no point in even thinking about dating because it can’t happen. you know this. chan knows this when, one night, you two got a bit tipsy and you let your attraction to minho slip and chan immediately advised you to get it under control. you know. you know, you know, you know. 

but you watch him from your spot on the floor as he runs a hand through his hair and pushes it back, licks his lips, and subtly stretches his neck and, fuck, it’s hard to keep it under control. 

you’ll get over it, you swear you will. no, you promise you will. but is it too much to ask to just have this for a little longer? can’t you just watch him for a little longer?

but then he rises from his seat, claps his hands together, and instructs another run-through. as your members groan a bit and start to get up from the couch and the floor, minho catches your gaze and gives you a small, encouraging smile that’s equally friendly and endlessly affectionate.

you’ll get over it. eventually.

#skz minho #minho x reader #minho x gn!reader #lee know x reader #lee know x gn!reader #lee know #9th member reader #idol reader #skz drabble #skz imagine #skz fluff #skz angst #? #minho fluff #minho drabble #minho imagine #minho angst #lee know drabble #lee know imagine

[vintageshanny]

Play Something For Me - Part 7 - Over the Rainbow

Content: Ruby and Elvis enjoy a sweet and smutty Thanksgiving in 1973 that involves a leather suit with rainbow fringe. 18+

Thank you to @peaceloveelvis for inspiring me with this pic of leather rainbow fringe pants that I didn’t know existed. And eternal gratitude to my lovely friends who’ve cheered me on in writing this series! 😘 @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @thatbanditqueen @lookingforrainbows @from-memphis-with-love @missmaywemeetagain @powerofelvis @arrolyn1114

If you need to catch up, here’s the series page:

Play Something For Me

Wednesday, November 21st, 1973

“But mom, I wanna go with you! It’s not fair!” Ella’s chocolate-brown eyes glazed over with tears as she pleaded her case. “Oh, honey, I know. There’s nothing I can do, it’s your father’s turn for Thanksgiving this year. But Elvis was very insistent that we both come for Christmas, so you’ll get to see Graceland then.” Ruby rubbed Ella’s back as she embraced her, soothing away the tears while she tried to hold her own nerves at bay.

After the week Elvis had spent in St. Louis at Halloween, he’d had to go back to Memphis to “take care of some business,” as he put it. The times they’d spent together so far had been in a sort of cocoon of love. Now she’d be entering his home and his normal daily life, whatever that entailed. After his comment about wanting her to move in, she felt a little terrified at how the visit would go.

A car horn honked outside, and Ruby gave Ella one last reassuring squeeze. “I love you, Ella-bella,” she murmured. “I’ll tell you all about Graceland when you come home on Sunday.” “You better,” Ella said with a small smile, trying to will herself into a better mood. “And I love you too.”

With Ella safely picked up, Ruby turned her attention back to her closet so she could finish packing for the long weekend. “What exactly does one wear for Thanksgiving at Graceland?” she muttered under her breath as she surveyed what looked to her like a bunch of frumpy “mom” dresses. “I wonder if I have time to alter anything…” she continued her one-way conversation when the phone interrupted her thoughts with its shrill tone.

“Hey, sweet red Ruby,” the unmistakable timbre sent butterflies swarming through her belly. “Elvis! It’s you!” Ruby squeaked out nervously. “Course it’s me baby, ya got another man callin’ ya?” he asked with a hint of suspicion in his voice. “No, no, sorry, I’m just…nervous about tomorrow,” Ruby admitted. Elvis’ tone softened instantly. “W-w-why ya nervous honey? It’s jus’ me. You ain’t never gotta be nervous or scared ‘round me.” Ruby cleared her throat a little bit. “Yeah, I know, I just hope I fit in there with you, in your home,” she said with an anxious sigh. “Ruby honey, ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that. Ya already know we fit together perfectly. In every way,” he added, and Ruby could almost see his cheeky grin right through the phone line as a flush rose on her face and a strained little whimper escaped her lips. Elvis laughed and teased, “Red Ruby, wait til ya get here so I can see the look on your face when ya make those noises.” Then he added more seriously, “I can’t wait ta see ya, honey. I miss ya so much.” Ruby’s heart melted right down and warmed her entire body. “Me too, baby.”

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Ruby landed at the airport in Memphis at 11:18 Thursday morning with all the other last-minute Thanksgiving travelers. She bit down on her lip nervously as she looked around for Charlie, who she knew Elvis was sending to pick her up. She’d met Charlie in Las Vegas and he was sweet enough, although maybe a little desperate for Elvis’ approval. She inwardly chuckled, thinking how Elvis’ entourage probably thought the same about her. Charlie was polite but quiet on the drive to Graceland, as if he sensed her nerves and didn’t want to say anything that might escalate them.

Ruby gasped a little bit as they pulled up to the famed music note gate. She’d seen pictures of the house in magazines, but it was even more beautiful in person. She somehow felt Elvis’ aura and energy the moment they started up the driveway, and the nerves and excitement intensified as they parked and headed for the door. “We’ll go in the back ‘cuz he’s probably in the den waitin’ for ya,” Charlie explained. Ruby nodded anxiously and followed.

As she walked through the door and into a room filled with interesting furniture and an actual waterfall along the wall, she only had eyes for her beautiful man, who was sitting in a high-backed chair, holding court with his loyal subjects. He was talking and laughing, and his warm energy called to her. As soon as he laid eyes on her, he jumped to his feet and swooped her up in a big hug. “Ever’one, this is my sweet red Ruby,” he declared proudly, showing her off like a shiny new car. Most of the guys she recognized from Las Vegas, but she was introduced to some girlfriends and wives, plus a couple other employees. “Imma take Ruby on a tour,” Elvis said with a little wink as he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the basement steps. As they walked away, she could swear she heard someone remark, “It’s nice to see someone closer to his age.” Elvis must have heard it too because his grip tightened slightly, but he chose to ignore it for now.

“Will I get to meet Lisa?” Ruby asked as they walked down the stairs and turned right. She could see Elvis’ jaw tighten and his eyes turn stormy. “Naw, baby, Cilla is bein’ a –” Elvis caught himself and blinked slowly, trying to calm down. “Cilla won’t let her come home til Christmas,” he said, his eyes dropping sadly. Ruby wrapped her arms around him in a comforting embrace. “I’m sorry, Elvis,” she said softly. “I know how hard it is to be without your baby at the holidays. I guess the silver lining for us is that we have some time alone right now.” Elvis glanced up at her face quickly, his sad expression turning playful. “And what did ya have in mind for the alone time, Miss Ruby? Hmm?” he questioned teasingly.

“Well,” Ruby murmured with a deep blush, “I did notice the first stop on the tour is this big couch.” She nodded toward the long couch right behind Elvis. “And you’re here looking so sexy like this,” she added as she fully took in his outfit for the first time. Along with his usual assortment of rings and necklaces, he was wearing a brown leather jacket with long rainbow-colored fringe over a green button-down shirt. His leather pants matched the jacket, rainbow fringe and all. “Ya like it? I thought it felt like a Thanksgiving thing,” he said, his crooked grin lighting up his face. Ruby had to hold back a giggle at how cute he was to try to dress on theme for the holiday. “I love it, Elvis, there’s no one quite like you,” Ruby said, letting her hands drop and her fingers run ever so lightly over the soft bulge in his leather pants, causing a shiver to run though him. “I should hope not,” he said, smiling, resting one large hand on her shoulder, his warm fingers gently brushing the bare skin of her neck.

“You look very beautiful yourself, sweet Ruby,” Elvis said as he took her in, his eyelids seeming to grow heavy with lust. Ruby beamed, happy that she had chosen the right thing to wear - a burgundy sweater dress with a short flared skirt and a scoop neckline with a drawstring bow. Elvis’ fingers’ moved a little lower down her neck until they were tracing the neckline of her dress, running gently over her cleavage. The mixture of the warmth of his hand and the cool metal of his rings raised goosebumps on her skin. “This little dress is giving me some thoughts,” he whispered lowly as he gave the drawstring a little tug, the bow coming undone and the fabric gaping open a little bit. Elvis bent down and started pressing wet kisses to the exposed area of her chest, little moans coming from both of them. “Oh, baby, you’re makin’ me weak in the knees,” Elvis chuckled. “Let’s sit down for a minute.”

Sitting was the last thing on either of their minds though as Elvis pulled Ruby onto his lap on the couch and explored her mouth, her ear, her neck, and her chest with his tongue. He pulled the front of her dress and the cup of her lacy bra down a little more until one of her breasts was exposed. As he grazed his teeth lightly over her nipple and then sucked it into his warm mouth, flicking it with his tongue, Ruby couldn’t help but instinctually grind down onto his package that had grown so hard she wasn’t sure how it hadn’t burst right through the leather. She hoped the breathy moans from the two of them weren’t wafting up the stairs, but Elvis didn’t seem worried. “Goddamn, baby, I’ve missed ya,” he moaned out as Ruby leaned in and bit softly on his lower lip, then ran her tongue over it. She reached down between them and rubbed her hand back and forth over his bulge, the friction becoming too much for him to bear. “Oh, damn, Ruby, I-I-I love ya baby,” he said with a shudder as she suddenly felt a damp warmth beneath her hand. “I love you too, Elvis,” Ruby whispered as she laid her hand over his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat trying to return to its normal rhythm.

“EP, it’s almost turkey time!” a voice shouted down from upstairs. “Shoot, what am I gonna do ‘bout my pants?” Elvis muttered, looking down at where a sticky wet spot had soaked right through the leather. “I’ll have ta sneak up and change. Baby, can you go up and tell ever’one to wait for me in the dining room?” “Of course,” Ruby smiled as she stood up and straightened out her dress, re-tying the neckline and leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek before going back upstairs.

Twenty minutes later, everyone had gathered in the dining room for a Thanksgiving feast and Elvis appeared wearing the same jacket but with some black pants. Nancy, one of the cooks who Ruby had been briefly introduced to earlier, brought in a platter of food and looked at Elvis in surprise. “Mr. Elvis, you were so excited about your outfit! Why’d ya change your pants?” Elvis’ face turned red as he stumbled for an answer. Joe started snickering. “I think Elvis needs to know how to get something sticky out of leather. Any tips, Nancy?” Elvis gave Joe a glare that could freeze hell over, but all the guys seemed to have trouble holding back their laughter. Especially when Nancy chimed in with, “You didn’t get syrup on your pants again, did ya?”

Sitting at Elvis’ side, Ruby could feel her face burning red as she realized everyone probably could hear them in the basement. Elvis looked a bit embarrassed too, but Ruby’s presence had a way of lightening his mood. He just leaned in and whispered loudly, “Ignore these assholes Ruby.” Then he dropped his voice so only she could hear. “We’ll go up to my soundproof bedroom later and do whatever you want.” Ruby blushed again and smiled broadly at him as he winked at her. He always made her feel comfortable and protected.

After a delicious dinner, some of the guys went to the basement to play pool, but Elvis sat down and started playing gospel songs on the piano. A few others joined in singing, and Ruby leaned at the edge of the piano, watching Elvis’ passionate face as memories from long ago washed over her. As he started playing “If I Loved You,” he looked up and caught her eye with a big grin, causing her to blush and look away. She knew they were both picturing her kneeling between his legs at the piano bench fifteen years ago. Ruby could feel her pulse quicken at the thought. If only no one else was around, she’d do it all again. She thought about how soft and smooth he felt when she rolled his foreskin up and down, the inviting way his head peeked out when he was fully hard, how sensitive it was when she touched her tongue to it…her chest was starting to heave with all these fantasies racing through her mind, all while staring at this most perfect of faces. As if sensing her desire, Elvis announced they were going to turn in for the night and thanked everyone for celebrating with him. He grabbed Ruby’s hand and showed her the way to the master bedroom.

“I know what you were thinkin’ ‘bout red Ruby,” Elvis teased once they were alone. “You were thinking the same thing!” Ruby protested, swatting at his arm. Elvis smiled so big that his cute dimple flashed at her. “Maybe,” he said. “I was thinkin’ of somethin’ else though, too.” “What’s that?” Ruby asked. “I was thinkin,” Elvis said as he ran his hands down her sides and gently squeezed her waist, “that I wanna lick your pretty little kitty again. I like knowin’ I’m the first man that ever did that to ya.” “You’re the only man,” Ruby corrected as she reached up and stroked his cheek softly. “I have a few firsts with you, but I don’t think you have any with me,” she said, her voice sounding a little bit sad. Elvis looked at her in surprise. He gave her forehead a tender kiss before he spoke.

“Baby, you’re the first woman I’ve been with where I feel like ya want to spend time with me just as much as I do with you. Not spend money or get your name in the papers or any of that, but just spend time with me and and enjoy me and love me for who I am. You’re interested when I talk to ya, you’re affectionate with me all the time, ya never say ya need a break from me, you accept me completely. That’s a first for me, and probably the most important first there is.” Ruby looked up at him, her eyes misty with emotion. “Well, any woman who doesn’t see what a special person you are, even without the money and fame, must be crazy. But that’s okay, because now I get to be the lucky one.”

“You sure do, baby, and let me show ya just how lucky.” Ruby squealed with delight as Elvis tossed her on the bed so he could get to work worshipping her with his tongue.

#elvis #big daddy elvis #elvis fan fic #elvis fan fiction #elvis x oc #Elvis x Ruby #play something for me #I love this man

[dreamlandforever]

Welcome? To Hellfire Club

Hello, everyone ! I have decided to write a fic following this post I made a few weeks ago and I have not been able to get out of my head. It will be made up of different parts, I think about 5. I hope you enjoy it!

Steve isn’t really sure how it happened. One moment Eddie was going on a rant about how the school had forbidden all students from forming or participating in any activities related to Dungeon and Dragons, and how Mike’s basement just wasn’t big enough for the entire Hellfire Club, and how just what once was a club for all of those you didn’t belong anywhere else would just have to stop existing, walking back and forth on the very limited space in front of the checkout counter of Family Video. Eddie was going for angry and self-righteous, but by now Steve has spent enough time with Eddie Munson, especially with a terrified and stupidly heroic Eddie Munson, to know that he was more hurt than angry.

Steve’s mouth seemed to be doing things his brain hadn’t really had the time to process, but before he knew it he was saying, “You can have Hellfire at my place, Eddie.”It doesn’t really matter, in the end, because he still means those words. Steve Harrington has learned a lot of things in the last four years, but the best of them had been that he could turn his big empty house into a home. It was mostly the Party so far, since he had exchanged his crown as King to become the Babysitter, but his doors were open to Hellfire Club as well. They had made sure that Eddie actually worked in recovering from his trip to the Upside Down instead of letting him make every effort to worsen everything, so, in Steve’s book they were part of the family too. Maybe not friends, but Steve thought there was some camaraderie between them, even if the only bridge between them was Eddie. 

For a second, Eddie seemed just as surprised as Steve at the invitation, but soon his confusion melted into a big grin. “Are you offering up your castle, my king?” Eddie asked, with an exaggerated bow. But the thing is, the way Eddie said King was never the way Steve had gotten used to hear it back in high school. It wasn’t said with admiration, or fear. It was said the same way he said Dusty, or Red, or Sweetheart. One more name in Eddie’s repertoire, because God knew that man had a thing for nicknames, and a weird aversion at God given names. So, despite himself, Steve smiled. 

“But, are you sure, Stevie?” Eddie asked, straightening again. If his voice hadn’t given his nervousness away, the way he was trying to chew on a strand of hair did. Without thinking, Steve pulled the strand behind Eddie’s ears, taking the ends of it out of his mouth. Steve had perfected the art of taking someone’s hair out of their mouth without touching their saliva. His hand didn’t linger, just a knee-jerk reaction he had picked up from spending so much with Robin and her multiple nervous habits, but the air still felt charged somehow in a way it never did with Robin. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” But Steve knew why. He wasn’t the King anymore, but he had seen the way oldest members of Hellfire Club looked at him. Steve couldn’t say he really knew them from his high school days, but they seemed to know him. Or at least of him. They always seemed wary of him, even if no one was outright rude or mean. Steve knew he had to gain their respect, and show them how he was now, the way he had with Jonathan Byers. And hosting Hellfire Club and getting to know them was as a good start as any.

Eddie didn’t state the obvious, instead giving Steve an out. “He usually play for hours, Harrington. Like hours. Are you sure you want us around for that long?” He teased, but his eyes remained in Steve’s. Steve wasn’t sure if he was looking for something specific in there, or just letting Steve know that an answer was expected, and it made him nervous. Was this a test? Was there a right answer?

“Oh, no, Munson, I wonder what will I ever do if my friends spend so much time with me.” Steve deadpanned, opting for a joke. It seemed to work, because as soon as Eddie let out a bark of a laugh the air seemed to clear, leaving them both back with the easiness they usually shared. 

“All right, then Hellfire Club in the Harrington Castle this week.” Eddie said excitedly, finally stopping his pacing just to lean on the counter, resting his chin on both his hands. Steve rolled his eyes at him good-naturedly, smiling at the other boy’s antics. 

“Only if you stop calling it that.” Steve answered, finally getting back to sorting the returned tapes around him, which he had stopped doing somewhere around the time that Eddie had started his monologue a few minutes ago. “Now, tell me when this meeting is taking place and get out of here. Robin’s break is up in about five minutes, and if you are still here we will both be in trouble.”

“Oh, am I distracting you, Big Boy?” Eddie teased, not moving an inch from his place. “We usually do Hellfire on Thursdays. You get off at 3 pm, right? Will it work at 5?”

Steve did a mental recap of his schedules, but Eddie had it memorized better than Steve himself, so he just nodded. “Yes, Thursday at 5 it is. Let me know who I have to pick up, I can do it on my way home.” 

Eddie nodded excitedly, banging his hand on the counter. Steve took that to mean that he agreed, but really he had no way of knowing. Eddie marched to his own rhythm. “See you Thursday, Steve-O. Robin.” He said, saluting, while walking backwards to the door. Steve watched him go, unsure if the man would trip over his own two feet. 

“What is Thursday?” Robin asked, making her way to Steve from the back room. 

“You are coming to my place after work. Eddie and the rest of Hellfire Club are playing their game at my place. I need to keep them from setting something on fire, and I need someone to keep me from going crazy.” Steve replied easily, handing Robin a pile of already sorted tapes so she could place them back on the shelf.

“You are what?” Robin asked incredulously, sitting on top of the counter instead of the chair they kept there specifically so they could sit. Steve decided that fight was not worth his time, he had lost it several times before.

“Hosting Hellfire, Bobby. They had nowhere else to go, and it is Will’s first time playing with the rest, and you know Dustin loves it.” He said, stopping his work to look at Robin. 

“You do know they are not actually your children, right, dingus?” She asked, offering him some of the Nerds she had been eating during break. Steve took a handful, but didn’t bother with a response. “Steve, I love you. But you know that Hellfire is not just your kids.”

Steve let out a sigh at that, leaning on the counter with his elbows and resting his forehead on his hands. He thought for a few minutes before answering. Thinking now seemed to take a bit longer than it did before, but there was only so much brain capacity he could keep after so many blows to the head. “I know, Robin. I do. But they are Eddie’s friends, okay? They are his family, just like you guys are mine. It’s my white flag. They don’t know me, but maybe they can get to, you know?”

Robin smiled at him. “Okay, dingus. Operation let’s get Eddie’s friends to like you so you can grow the balls to ask him out is on!” She exclaimed excitedly, hopping off the counter and going to re-stock the tapes that Steve had arranged for her.

“Robin!” He screamed alarmedly. “That is not what I said!”

“That is exactly what you said.” She countered, sticking her tongue out at him. 

“It’s not like that.” He said softly, and he knew he was an unflattering shade of red. Steve had recently come to terms with his bisexuality, and had only said it out loud one time; to Robin. He had known for a while, it was kind of impossible not to. But after talking to Robin it had felt less like a cross to bear and more like something else about himself he had learned in the last few years. Along with learning how to take care of feral children, how to better style his hair, how to be less of an asshole, and just how many concussions one can take before they are too many. 

Robin looked at him for a second, before making her way back and leaning heavily on him. Robin’s version of a hug. “Whatever way it is, Steve, is okay. I think Eddie likes you, too, though.” She said. Steve chuckled slightly, but pulled Robin into a hug. He had also learned that things can change in an instant, and he was done holding back. Robin found her place in his arms easily, and they stayed like that for a few seconds, grateful that it was Tuesday morning and literally no one came at that time, especially with how many people had simply moved out after the ‘earthquake’.

“So, will you come?” Steve asked, finally letting Robin go. 

Robin frowned at him. “Will you come?” She parroted back at him. “Of course I will! Will you come. What snacks are we having?” She asked, happily, grabbing the next pile of tapes. Steve smiled at her, while she listed all of her favorites, and not a single one of the kid’s favorites. Steve was finally starting to feel like himself, even if a few months ago he hadn’t known who that was. Steve Harrington, his own man. He felt free, with the people who see him for who he is and not what rumors said of him. Except maybe Mike. Steve never seemed to quite understand where he stood with that kid. He was rude and angry at everyone, seemed to specifically hate Steve, but he was always there anyway, and sometimes even thanked Steve for rides. It was mostly at Will’s insistence since he had come back to Hawkins, but Steve still counted it as a win. 

“All of those if you want, Bobby.” Steve agreed easily, once Robin was done listing everything she wanted. Robin smiled widely at him, and he couldn’t be more thankful to be where he is now.

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Find me where the wild things are (3/5)

Chapter title: Take a look at what you’ve done Summary: Emily is just shy of 18 when she meets her mother’s new boyfriend, Aaron Hotchner. He’s 30 years older, he’s brooding, he’s kind of boring, he’s gorgeous. And she was screwed Word Count: 3,4k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, power dynamics, oral, dirty talk, daddy kink, daddy issues galore

The next day she wakes up feeling just as restless as she had the previous night. She had spent hours tossing and turning, had contemplated going into the bedroom where he was probably asleep by now, but the fact that it was her mother’s bed forced her to stay put. She knew that they had already gone too far, they had crossed basically every line possible, but the thought of fucking her mother’s husband in her bed, was apparently a line Emily wasn’t ready to cross.

She stretches as she gets out of bed, pulls her hair into a messy ponytail in search of coffee. He wouldn’t be home, he had left for work hours ago. But today was Friday, and if his team didn’t get a case he’d be home for two whole days, and Emily could not wait. Her mind wandered to what things she could do to him, what he could do to her, but still a lingering worry that he’d come home full of regret in the back of her mind. He wasn’t a bad man, she knew that, so she was sure that he had some level of regret for cheating on her mother, but Emily was selfish enough not to care. She needed him, her body thrumming with the steady beat of arousal, she needed him like she needed air.

Her phone dings just as she sits down to drink her coffee and she wants to roll her eyes at JJ’s name flashing on her phone, the blonde nothing if not nosy.

JJ: Do I need to keep the spare bedroom at home ready for you when your mother tries to murder you?

Emily: Ha ha you are so funny. It’s fine, she’s not here, won’t come home until late August, that’s months away ;)

She smirks at JJ’s instant reply and she figured that her best friend was probably in a similar position, drinking coffee and curing the hangover she most likely had.

JJ: So something happened?

She thought about lying, silently wondered if telling JJ was a bad decision, one person knowing was already one too many. But she had told JJ everything for as long as she could remember, she was one of her oldest friends and she trusted her more than anyone. Besides, she had already told the blonde her plan, and Emily knew that she wouldn’t let it go even if she tried.

Emily: Yes, but I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow.

JJ: Tease :(

This time Emily did roll her eyes at her friend. If she only knew what kind of tease Aaron had been. She thought back to the previous night, how strong he looked, how in control he was as he whispered filth as she gagged on his cock. And her legs pressed together in response.

“Get it together.” She mumbled to herself.

 *

 Aaron could barely focus at the office, thoughts of Emily and what had happened running through his mind on a loop. He thought he would wake up with more guilt than he had, because he did love Elizabeth, but with Emily it was hard to focus on anything else besides the way his body reacted to her. He could feel his cock stir at the thought of her, felt the sweat on his temple just from remembering her mouth around him, felt his heartrate increase when he heard her whisper daddy as she begged him to come in her mouth.

This side to him that he didn’t knew had existed until now, it felt like he was finally letting out something that he had suppressed his whole life. It was all-consuming, and he knew he was screwed.

He wasn’t a cheater, at least he hadn’t been. Until her. He knew that Emily wouldn’t say anything, that if he came home that night and told her to stop she would, but the thing was, he didn’t want to stop. It was as if she had fallen into his lap like a gift wrapped in sin with her mother being gone and her staying at the house instead of at her friend’s like she had initially planned. She was addictive, she was dangerous, but he knew he didn’t want to stop. It was wrong, he knew it was but for once in his life he didn’t care about right and wrong, all he wanted was to feel her skin, to hear her moan his name.

It probably wasn’t worth the risk, wasn’t worth his marriage, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about the repercussions, at least not now.

 *

 Emily is reading a book in the study when he comes home. She’s engrossed in the book, doesn’t hear him walk through the empty house until he finds her and he smiles at the way she’s leaning against the back of the couch, oblivious to his presence. He quietly walks up to her and his hand wraps around her throat.

She jolts at the sudden touch, almost screams in fear until she looks up at sees Aaron standing behind her, a chuckle leaving him at her reaction.

“You scared the shit out of me.” She huffed and his fingers tightened around her neck slightly, making her gasp.

“Language.” He told her evenly and she wanted to scoff at him, wanted to roll her eyes but there was something about the way he looked at her that stopped her. “I think we should talk, how does that sound?”

“Okay.” She breathes and nods the best she can. When he lets go of her throat her skin burns from where he touched her.

Aaron walks around the couch to sit beside her, leaning against the armrest to face her and waits until she’s done the same. He looks at the short dress she’s wearing, swallows down a groan at the sight of pale thighs and focuses on her face.

“You said last night that you won’t tell.” He starts and she nods again.

“I won’t.” She lets her head fall slightly to the side as she studies him. “Don’t worry about me thinking that this is anything more than a few weeks of fun, I have no illusion of anything more than that. You’re married to my mother.”

He chuckles, the sound forced and dry as he scratches his jaw.

“I am. And that won’t change.” He looks at her to show how serious he is about that part. “This would be something we both know is wrong, but apparently keeping away from you is impossible.” He sees her smile, confident and smug and the urge to kiss it away rushes through him. “So when Elizabeth comes back, this never happened, any of it. How does that sound, is it something you think you could do?”

Emily huffed, the sound sarcastic as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“Like I said, I have no illusion of this being anything more than fun, an itch that needs scratching.”  

“Good.” He nods and it’s silent between them for a few moments. Then he stands up and reaches for her hand. She takes it and when he pulls her up he can already feel the dark need for her taking over. He can tell that she notices the slight change too, a gasp leaving her as he looks down at her, towering over her without her shoes.

Emily plays with his tie as she stands a tiny bit closer to him.

“So we’re doing this, daddy?” She smirks at the way the growl rumbles in his chest before he kisses her and she eagerly returns it. She had waited for this all day.

“Tell me,” He breathed against her lips before reaching for her dress, the fabric ripping. “were you good today?” He licks over his bottom lip as he takes her in, only in a small thong covering her as she looked at him with wide eyes.

“I liked that dress.” She told him and in response he turned her around and bent her over the armrest of the couch.

“That was not an answer.” He tells her as he keeps her down with a hold on her neck, his other hand slowly trailed down her spine until he reached her underwear. He laughed at the state of them, already wet, her slick shining on her thighs. “Oh someone did not like getting left hanging last night.” He ran a finger over the damp fabric and she whimpered.

“No I didn’t.” She admitted as he kept her down, the tip of his finger running over her clothed center again and again. “I need you to fuck me.”

The slap on her ass is loud, the sound cracking and she whimpered at the sudden sting.

“Listen to me very carefully.” His voice was low as he leaned over her bent body, his mouth by her ear. “You do what you’re told, you get what I give you. If I decide to use you as a toy you will say thank you daddy and lay there, if I want your mouth, you’ll be on your knees for me, if I am nice enough to let you come then you can. You ask for what you want, because that’s what good girls do.” He pulled her up face him, a snicker on his lips at the way she was already flushed and panting. “And you want to be good for your daddy, don’t you Emily?”

She licked over her bottom lip, her mind fuzzy from the maddening want she felt for him, a want that only seemed to get more intense the more he talked. She had never given up control for someone else, but there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that this is something she wanted.

“Yes, daddy.” She whispered, her voice trembling too much to try speaking. When he smiled and kissed her, she clung to him, wanting him as close as possible.

“Good girl. If you act like a spoilt brat, that’s how I will treat you.” He whispered before stepping back from her. His eyes raked over her body again, his cock so hard it hurt in his suit. “Go to your room, I’ll be there in a minute.” His eyebrow arched when she simply stared at him. “Now.” The warning in his voice didn’t go unnoticed and she quickly scurried off, happy that none of the staff was around at this time of night. Running around the house basically naked was not something she wanted them to see.

She hurried up towards her room, surprised her legs could carry her from the way her muscles were trembling from nervous arousal. She laid back on her bed, and only a few minutes later she could hear him walking down the corridor towards her room, his shoes a familiar sound to her by now.

“You’re such a pretty little thing.” He closed and locked her door, just in case someone from the staff was still awake. “You want me so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Her response was instant even as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “You’re all I’ve thought about all day.”

“Is that right?” He grinned, something dark in the way he leered at her as he started to undress, starting with his tie. “What did you think about?”

“I-I,” She stuttered as her eyes raked over his body as it was revealed to her. “I thought about you fucking me, about your cock.” She finally got out, words hard to come by.

“Really?” He kneeled on the bed, pumping his cock when her eyes fastened on it. “You certainly seemed to like it last night.”

“I did.” She sucked in a breath when he leaned over her body, the silk of her thong the only thing separating them.

“You’ve been fucked by boys” He says the word like a curse and Emily swallows harshly. “you don’t know what it feels like to be with a man, do you, sweet thing?”

“N-no daddy.” She stares up at him with wide eyes, lips parted and kiss swollen already. She really was a gorgeous woman, he thought. “Please.” Her fingers trembled when she gently caressed along his ribs, down to his hips.

Aaron smirked as he sneaked a hand between them and pushed the fabric of her underwear aside. He snickered at the wet heat of her, the fabric soaked and her slick down her thighs. He pushed the head of his cock through her, watched her expressions carefully. Her eyes closed every time he bumped her clit, back arching and pressing her chest against his and when he nudged at her opening, her pussy was clenching around nothing.

“Look at me.” He told her quietly and her eyes snapped to his, something wild and desperate in her brown orbs. “Do not close your eyes.” Aaron moved up on his knees, he wanted to see all of her when she took him for the first time.

Emily kept her eyes on him, her hands fisting the sheet tightly. He had been slow, so she had expected him to be the same when he pushed inside of her, but he surprised her. One hard thrust and he was buried as deep inside of her as he could go, the stretch of him burning and a sound in between a moan and a hiss left her.

“Fuck!” She cried out loudly as Aaron groaned above her, his hands tight on her hips. He gave her a moment to adjust, stayed pressed inside of her until she gave a nod and then he was pulling back only to thrust in just as hard again.

“You’re so tight, baby girl.” He huffed, his voice graveled and raw from pleasure. He found a pace, deep and hard, a rhythm he hadn’t had in years as Emily moaned and whimpered. His eyes moved over her body, from how her breasts jiggled, to the way her pulse beat wildly in her throat as her head fell back, to the look of pure bliss on her face. “Touch yourself Emily.”

She could barely hear him over the sounds of her own moans and the way their bodies slapped together but then he forcefully grabbed her wrist and moved her hand until her fingers were in between her legs. She kept her eyes on him as she started to circle her clit, saw that he was studying her movements, no doubt taking note how she liked it.

“It feels so good, fuck Aaron.” She gasped, already embarrassingly close as her fingers rubbed in tighter circles. The slap to her cheek made her whimper, it wasn’t hard, but enough for her to whine.

“What did you call me?” He growled as he leaned down over her, his eyes flashing with anger that only made her want him more.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” She corrected herself and he smiled before kissing her roughly, his thrusts getting faster. The hand that wasn’t pressed between them moved to grip his arm, the muscle hard under her hand as her nails dug into his skin.

“You’re clenching already.” He taunted her and she nodded, her orgasm building by each push of his hips. “Desperate little thing, already so close and we’ve barely even begun. You’re going to be wrecked when I’m done with you.”

“Please, please I’m so close.” She whispered as her thighs started to tremble around his hips. His lips trailed over her jaw, his breathing rough against her ear before he licked over her neck. He was everywhere.

“You can come.” He groaned against her ear, pulled back enough to watch her face as she came with a broken moan, her jaw slack and eyes rolling back as she buckled into his body. “That’s it, good girl.” He grunted as her walls tightened and trembled around his cock, almost making him fall of the edge too. When Emily started to relax he slowed his hips and waited until her eyelids fluttered open before he moved up on his knees again, slipping out of her with a noise of disappointment from her.

“What-?

“Ass up, face down.” He interrupted her before she could ask what he was doing and she scrambled into position. Aaron took a moment to rip her ruined thong off her and then another few seconds to admire her plump ass, he definitely needed to fuck it, but that was for another night. He spanked her once and enjoyed the way the cheek jiggled and she whimpered. When he pushed inside of her again he was quick pull her back onto his cock, urging her to move back against him which she did with a moan.

“Jesus,” She muttered under her breath as he filled her again, her face halfway into the mattrass already “you’re so fucking big.” She breathed and she heard his chuckle behind her.

“I know baby.” He reached around her and easily found her clit, his fingers rough as he circled it and she whined in response. When her hips moved even faster into him he smirked, a sense of pride at her desperation for him.

It wasn’t long until their forceful thrusts and his fingers on her clit made her come again, her body straining and shaking as she clenched around him. Aaron bit back a groan as she clenched around him, his fingers not stopping on her clit as she trembled for him.

“Fuck, too much.” She whimpered but he didn’t stop, only spanked her hard, a wordless warning in the action as he continued to fuck into her. Emily groaned as he forced another orgasm through her body, not letting her come down as the pleasure built steadily.

“You should be thank me.” He warned lowly as he chased his own release. “Look at you, so close to coming for a third fucking time.”

When she came the pleasure was close to painful, a sob leaving her as he fucked her through it. The sounds leaving her turned lower, almost pitiful and he stopped rubbing her clit. Her pussy was still clenching around him, his orgasm building by each little sigh and moan that left her. This is what he had longed for, Emily fucked out and at his mercy.

“Thank you.” She whimpered and looked back at him with heavy lidded eyes. “Please come inside of me, I want it.”

He pulled out with a growl, pushed her onto her back again and then pushed inside of her and swallowed her whimper with a rough kiss.

“You want me to fill you up?” He whispered breathlessly and she nodded quickly “Want to leak with my cum?”

“Yes, fuck yes.” She gripped at him, her nails leaving red lines along his sides as her legs tightened around his hips. “Fill me up, daddy.”

The words fell of her lips with a whimper and it was the last push he needed before giving in to his own pleasure. He muffled his groan against her collarbone, his release hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs as his hips stuttered against her, spilling deep inside of her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He growled before collapsing against her, his breathing ragged and body twitching from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Emily’s hands turned softer, fingers gentle as she stroked over his sweaty skin and she sighed happily.

“No one’s made me come more than once before.” She said quietly and he smirked against her skin before lifting his head to look at her.

“Oh baby girl, we aren’t even close to done.”

 *

 That was the first night they spent together, but it was by no means the last. A few weeks later and he had fucked her every which way, made her beg and moan and plead for him on days he felt particularly sadistic. And she loved it, she loved when he worked in his home office and called her in just to sit on his cock, to keep him company as he put it, all while she grinded carefully on him, needing more. She loved that he would tie her to his bed and eat her out until she was crying from overstimulation, and then one day he found her toys hidden away in her closet he would take pleasure using every single one of them on her.

A few weeks went by and Emily had never imagined this side of him. It was easily the best summer of her life.

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second nature

David Finlay x Reader

content warning: none, a little angst, a lot of fluff

summary: you were hoping dinner at david's might make a bad day better.

a/n: requested by @kcloveswrestling i hope you enjoy it! i haven't written in months so i'm definitely a little rusty but it was really fun to write!

It had been, perhaps, the longest day in the history of forever.

The gray clouds overhead, residuals of a dissipating storm, seemed almost a bit too cliché given how you were feeling today. 

The day had started with three back to back to back meetings, was punctuated with a spilled cup of coffee, and ended with a fifteen block trek in the pouring rain without an umbrella. The precipitation had only begun to lift as you reached your destination. 

Though you had maintained a smile the entire day for the sake of your co-workers, the waterlogged socks on your feet were threatening to send you past the breaking point as you maneuvered the key in your hand into the keyhole. 

As you stepped through the doorway a sense of relief washed over you. It was later than you had intended for your arrival but at least the workweek was over and you could make an attempt at relaxing. The apartment smelled of a mix of food cooking in the kitchen and the candle lit in the living room - an almost intoxicating aroma given the day you had just had.

“Hello?” You called out.

A sudden crash followed by quiet swearing met your words. Only seconds later David appeared from the kitchen, an attempt at appearing relaxed painted over his features. It hardly mattered as the expression quickly transformed into shock as he took in your drenched frame. 

“You look like a drowned rat! What happened to you?” He asked, hurrying to your side to help you shed your coat.

“Wow, thanks. Can always count on you to brighten my day.” You muttered with an eye roll. 

“Sorry.” David relented. “Did you get caught in that storm?” 

You stood still for a moment, fixing him with a blank stare as he hung your coat on his coat rack, placing it just right so the coat had the best chance at drying before you went back to your apartment at the end of the night.

“No, I fell into my shower fully clothed.” You said sarcastically.

David shot you a disdainful look, his shoulders dropping slightly. 

“Yes, I got caught in the storm.” You sighed, no longer interested in the banter. “I had to help my boss with an errand and ended up ridiculously far away from my train stop.”

“Why didn’t you use an umbrella?” He asked, genuine confusion resting on his brow.

“I didn’t bring one today.” You admitted. “It wasn’t supposed to rain though!”

“It’s the summer. There’s always a chance of rain.” 

He shook his head as he made his way back to the kitchen to check on the dinner he was making, assuming you’d follow behind him to continue your conversation. Instead you stood still, collecting your thoughts as they raced through your head, your eyes trained on where your best friend had vanished around the corner.

Best friend.

This was yet another reason as to why your day - no, your week - had been a complete shitshow.

David had been the closest person to you for as long as you could remember. Everything between the two of you had always been second nature. Friends expected you to arrive at parties together and were never surprised when you left, your hand intertwined with his. They teased you, saying that you were both oblivious to the other’s real feelings but you always just laughed their words off.

“David is just a friend.” You’d insist. 

He was just a friend. 

And then a girl appeared. Her name was Anna? Or Amy? You hadn’t exactly spent too much time trying to memorize any details about her existence. Your awareness of her began one day when her name, adhered to an alert about a new text, popped up on David’s phone while he was making popcorn in the kitchen. He had left his phone beside you, expecting to only be gone a few minutes. You knew everyone in his life. He had introduced you to anyone that carried any sort of significance to him. 

But you certainly didn’t know her. 

“Who’s that?” You had asked when he finally returned.

David glanced at the name before locking his phone once more, placing it face down on the arm rest beside him and looking up to the television where your paused movie sat, frozen in place just like you.

“No one.” He had responded quickly. 

There had never been secrets between you and David before. 

But this certainly seemed to be a secret and its shadow was looming over the relationship the two of you had so carefully crafted.

As days passed (and David’s inability to keep anything hidden from you began to shine brightly) you learned this girl was a new friend. A friend he had gone to get drinks with the night after you first saw her name on his phone. A friend he had invited back to his place that very same night. 

A friend he had slept with.

A friend he had asked out on - as he put it - an official date.

You sat at his kitchen counter in one of the uncomfortable stools that had come with the apartment, your body feeling numb as he announced this. 

For as long as you had known David, relationships never got in the way. He had been in a long term relationship up until a year ago. Coincidentally, you broke up with your significant other only days after his girlfriend dumped him. 

But that’s all it was - a coincidence. 

Since then, neither of you had had the time or energy to get back on the market. When you weren’t working you were hanging out with one another and that had seemed to be enough. There hadn’t been anyone new to share him with. There hadn’t been anyone to take up his time. 

It had just been the two of you.

And so, the week had passed, and that was how you found yourself standing stock still in his living room, wet socks on your feet and drenched hair running down your back. When he texted you, asking if you’d like to have dinner at his place, you jumped at the opportunity to spend some time with him, to forget the nightmare of a life you had been muddling through. 

You heard David’s footsteps returning to where you stood, causing you to become painfully aware of how long you had been stationary. 

“You coming?” He asked.

“Shit, sorry. Yeah.”

He reached a hand out to you, as though helping you to bridge the gap between the entryway and the rest of his home. You stared at it for a second.

You had held his hand a million times before. He had led you back to his kitchen by way of palm to palm connection nearly every time you had come over for a hot meal. 

But, for whatever reason, this gesture felt different to you.

You looked up at his expectant, albeit confused, face.

You wracked your brain for reasons why you felt you couldn’t take his offer of physical connection. Was it because you had had a long day and everything seemed foreign and strange to you? Was it because you were certain he was seeing someone and this felt like a breach of boundaries?

He waved at you, breaking the spell of overthinking you had cast upon yourself. 

That was her hand to hold. Wasn’t it? 

Once more, he offered the opportunity to weave your fingers between his. 

Quickly, you took it, mentally shaking off the stillness you had found. The warmth of his skin against yours caused your heart to pump just a little faster. 

You tried to clear your head. He was just a friend and friends sometimes hold hands and there's nothing deeper to it. Even if there was, why would you want that? You didn’t want to date David.

Right?

You felt a newfound tension in your chest as you contemplated the question. 

You had never questioned your feelings for him. Everything had always been platonic and you were more than happy to keep it that way. Anything else seemed complicated and altogether unappealing.

But, if that was all true, and you really were happy with how things had always been, then why did you feel unmitigated dread when you considered his new girlfriend holding his hand just as you were now? Why did the idea of her cuddling him on the couch make you want to turn inside out?

You looked at David as you both entered the kitchen. You hardly noticed the extraordinary mess he had created in his pursuit for the perfect dinner. You were too busy feeling horror for a newfound concept that had only just become clear to you.

You were jealous. 

You tried to find ways to deny it or invalidate the thought but there was no way around it. That was the only possible explanation.

“How was your day?” Asked David, oblivious to the panic written over your face as he tended to a pot of boiling water.

You let out a heavy sigh, trying to act as normal as humanly possible.

“It was shit.” You grumbled, sitting on the stool you hated so dearly. “You need help with anything?”

“No. Just relax.” He shook his head, his eyes now trained on his phone, reviewing the recipe he was trying to follow. “Why was your day shit?”

“Just work and all that.” You offered vaguely.

David looked up at you, his eyes clear and sparkling, the smallest hint of a smile on his cheeks. “And all that? What’s all that?”

“Just, y’know, work. Life. So on. So forth.” You waved your hand in the air. “You sure you don’t need help?”

“Can you just talk to me about how your day went?” He asked, his smile deepening a fraction. 

You hesitated. You weren’t sure why he was so adamant. All the same, you launched into the story of your day, complete with every messy detail and direct quotes from meetings and water cooler chats. You thought you would make him regret asking for this narrative by being so detailed but he simply nodded along, smiling at your cynical jokes and frowning when he deemed a comment from a co-worker to be too harsh. 

He listened to every word, offering eye contact as often as he could to remind you he was paying attention. It made you trip over the syllables as you spoke them.

By the time you were done, David was draining the pasta into a colander and turning off the burner beneath his homemade sauce. He served himself and then you, offering your bowl of food to you with a flourish and a cheesy grin.

“I’m sorry.” He said as you both walked over to his kitchen table. “That does sound like a shit day.”

“Yeah.” You muttered.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from silverware scraping against ceramic. But then David’s head perked up.

“You only told me about work.” He said, as though he had just realized.

“And?” You asked.

“You said you were also having problems with life in general.” 

You shook your head fervently. “Don’t worry. It’s too much to get into.” 

“You can tell me.”

He was earnest and his face seemed genuinely interested in whatever you had to say.

You so desperately wanted to blurt out every single thought you had had in the last forty minutes but knew you couldn’t. There was no point in ruining a perfectly good evening with words that could absolutely nuke the most important relationship in your life. 

You bit your lip.

You would simply have to settle for screaming them into your pillow later, when you got home. 

“How’s that girl you’re seeing? Anna or Amy or whatever.” You asked, a poor attempt at changing the subject.

“Andrea?” He asked with a laugh, turning to you, almost surprised you hadn’t cared to remember her name.

“Yeah. Her.”

David’s smile persisted for a moment before dropping slowly off of his face as he turned back to his food.

“It’s fine.” He said softly.

It was your turn to pry into his life, an opportunity you were almost thankful for as the spotlight was quickly taken off of you. 

“That doesn’t sound fine.” You murmured.

David groaned softly, abandoning his efforts to eat in favor of rubbing his hands over his face. Concern grew in your chest as you realized he seemed truly bothered.

Sure, you had come to the conclusion you were jealous of this girl’s relationship with him. It didn’t mean you had ever wanted to see him hurt by her.

Carefully, you put your fork down and placed your hand on his arm, causing him to lift his gaze towards you. The smile that had gradually returned was a forced one. It was trying.

“I don’t think that it’s going to work out.” He finally responded.

“Ah, shit.” You rubbed your thumb in small, comforting circles over his wrist. “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.” He chuckled wryly.

“Yes I am!” You protested.

“You didn’t like her.”

“I did!”

“No. You didn’t.” He spoke with finality. At first you could’ve thought he was mad at you but then he began to laugh softly to himself. “You’re really not as subtle as you think you are.”

You hesitated. You came here this evening for comfort after a horrendous day. You hadn’t expected it to get more complicated as a result.

“I just - I didn’t - it was complicated.” You sighed. “It was hard to get used to a new person. That’s all. But I’m sure I would’ve sooner or later.” 

“No. I get it.” David nodded, understandingly.

“I didn’t want it to be something that broke you guys up.” You said softly, your voice almost getting lost between your bodies.

“No, no.” David reached out to place a loving hand over your arm. “Trust me. That wasn’t what broke us up.”

“No?”

“No.” He shook his head.

You looked back to your food that was likely beginning to reach room temperature. You didn’t think you could stomach it anyways. David’s eyes remained on you, as though he were trying to telepathically communicate something to you but couldn’t quite find the right wavelength.

You didn’t want to look back to him for fear your minds might actually connect.

“I’m sorry you had a shitty day.” He said.

You only shrugged. “At least I’m here now.”

“Yeah.” David paused before speaking once more. “Want to order ice cream? I know that always makes you feel better and we can-”

“Why did you break up with Andrea?” You interrupted.

David’s face went blank as he looked back at you. His eyes quickly dropped and searched the floor for anything resembling an answer.

“It just wasn’t working out.” He offered.

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true!”

“That’s not the truth.” You retorted.

He pressed his eyes shut.

“There was someone else.” He finally admitted, his words a rush as they poured from his mouth.

The sentence was short. Only four words. It still took you off your feet. How could there be someone else? How could there be another person you hadn’t known about? 

Slowly, David opened his eyes and looked up to you, his face a grimace as though he were bracing for impact. 

All you could manage was a small nod. 

“Do I know them?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“Who?”

You felt as though you were demanding answers now.

“Fuck.” He whispered, shaking his head from side to side as he pinched his brow.

“Who is it?” You pressed. Your tone softened slightly as you continued to speak. “You can tell me.”

“Can we talk about this somewhere else?” He asked. “Like the living room?”

“Why do we need to talk in the living room?”

“It’s just easier.”

“Than the kitchen? I-”

“Can we please just talk about this in the living room?” He pleaded.

You opened your mouth to argue but couldn’t get past the insistent look in his eyes. You had to back down.

“Fine.” You nodded, pushing your seat out and away from the table.

David followed you to the couch. There was no hand holding this time as you crossed your arms over your chest. You feared if you were to allow him that liberty it would only make whatever he was about to say ten times more devastating. 

You sat with a huff and he sat beside you, his body far too close to yours for comfort. You didn’t move away, though. You let his knee press against yours, all the same.

“So, we’ve been really good friends for a while, right?” He started.

“Yes?” You asked, growing more confused and more agitated as he went on.

“And you and I spend a lot of time together, right?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Where is this going?”

“Every relationship I’ve been in since meeting you -”

“All two of them?” You asked with a raised eyebrow and a cheeky smirk.

“All two of them.” He nodded. “In both of those relationships I was dumped-”

“Damn. 0 for 2, it seems.” 

David shoved you playfully, reveling in the brief levity your commentary added to what he was trying to say.

“Can you stop talking?” He asked, a smile betraying his words.

You waved your hand, signaling for him to continue with what he had been saying.

“In both of those relationships I was dumped because of you.”

This admission made your heart drop to your toes and leak out onto the carpet beneath them. Your waterlogged socks were now the least of your worries. Fear began to creep in as you could guess where these words were going.

“I thought it was just that first relationship. I thought that was an anomaly. She said she felt like I was dating two girls at once and couldn’t stand that you, more often than not, took precedence over her.” He explained. “But then Andrea said, quite literally, the exact same thing.”

The room was too quiet. Normally, you could hear city noises or some sort of ambiance due to noisy neighbors or construction but today was different. Today, all you could hear was the breath coming in and out of your lungs.

“What are you saying, David?” You asked, your voice small to avoid the warble you knew was hiding in your throat.

“I’m saying that you are the reason Andrea and I broke up.” 

Anger began flooding your chest. It was the least you could do to fight back the crushing tidal wave of sadness that loomed desperately in the background.

“So what? What does that mean?” You snapped. “Are you saying you don’t want to be friends?”

“No! That’s not-”

“That’s not what? You literally just blamed me for your relationships falling apart!”

You felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You stood quickly, no longer interested in participating in this heart to heart - or whatever David wanted to call it - but a hand just as quickly pulled you back to the couch.

You looked at him, your eyes narrowed as you pulled back from his grasp. To your surprise, his expression was one of fondness. It was one of gentleness.

It was one of love.

“Can you sit down?” He asked, his voice calm and balanced.

“What could you possibly have left to say?” You argued.

“When I told you that Andrea and I broke up, I told you it was because there was someone else, right?”

“For fuck - just tell me who it is so I can go home! This isn’t some kind of game, Finlay!”

Before the words could all but tumble free of your mouth David spoke once more.

“I already told you who it was.” He said, as composed as anyone has ever been.

“No, you haven’t.” 

“You are the reason Andrea and I broke up.”

Once more a hush fell over the apartment. Your mind, for the first time all day, was completely empty, save for his words that rattled around your skull like a ping pong ball.

With slight trepidation that you might lash out again, David moved a hair closer.

“Me?” You asked.

“You.”

“I’m the other person?”

His brow furrowed as he tried to find the best way to formulate his words.

“I asked you over tonight so we could talk about this.” He said slowly. “I didn’t know how to though. And I probably did it wrong but I just really, really care about you. And when I’m with another person it just feels like I’m biding my time until I get to see you. At first, when I was still in that last relationship, I thought that was just because you were my best friend. And then when that all ended I didn’t have to think about it anymore because we were just always together. But then I started seeing Andrea and I felt the exact same way. I was just waiting until I got to see you. Which is really tough when you’re seeing someone else 24/7.”

A small laugh found its way from your chest. David smiled to himself, realizing he had gotten through the hardest part of the conversation.

“I don’t know how you feel and maybe you don’t feel the same but when Andrea broke up with me I hardly fought back because I knew I had to at least shoot my shot here. I couldn’t waste more time. Especially not if there was a chance for things to work out.” He continued. “So, yeah. We broke up because of you.”

You were quiet for a beat, taking your time to ingest everything that had been laid out in front of you. After a few minutes of staring at your feet you turned back to him.

“I guess I really have an impact, huh?” You finally offered, causing David to laugh softly.

“Yeah, you’re a real pain in my ass if I’m being completely honest.”

“Wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s.” You said softly. “I guess it’s my turn to talk about feelings, huh?”

“That’d be nice, considering I just bared my literal, entire heart to you.” David smirked.

“Yeah. I’ll be honest, I am glad you guys broke up.”

“We’ve established that.” 

“But it’s not because I didn’t like her. I didn’t know her. I didn’t have enough information about her to decide whether I did or didn’t like her.” With a deep breath, you exhaled your next words. “I’m happy because I was jealous of her.”

David paused to look at you, his eyes darting across your face for any signs of a lie or a joke but coming up empty handed.

“Jealous?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You nodded. “I was jealous that she got to spend time with you that I didn’t get to spend. I was jealous that she got to, like, hold your hand and whatever else.”

A coy grin wrapped up in David’s cheeks as he began to relax. 

“What’s ‘whatever else’?”

“David.” You warned.

“No, tell me. I’m dying to know.”

You clenched your jaw defiantly.

“I was jealous she got to cuddle with you.” You grumbled. 

“You and I cuddle all the time. What’s ‘whatever else’ mean?”

“Do I really have to say it?” 

“Yes.” He was now grinning ear to ear in the most obnoxious display of shamelessness you had ever played witness to.

You balled your fists and shut your eyes, knowing there was no way out other than through.

“I was jealous she got to kiss you!” You blurted, leaving David in hysterics. This reaction earned him several hard swats on his arm.

“Ow!” He whined, continuing to laugh so hard his face turned red.

“Fuck this.” You muttered, threatening to leave once more but this time wholly knowing you were bluffing. “Goodbye! I’m leaving!”

You got as far as the coat rack before David sprang up, buying into your words, his face trying to regain composure.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeated as he placed a hand on either side of your shoulders. “I didn’t mean to laugh.”

“You sure about that?” You asked, your eyebrow arching into your forehead.

“Well… no.” He said sheepishly. “But can I make it up to you?”

“How are you going to-”

Before you could finish your sentence, David’s hand made its way to your chin, lifting it just a few degrees so you were facing him. Slowly, as though he were waiting for you to stop him, he leaned in. First, his nose brushed yours. Then, you could feel the warmth of his breath meeting your skin. 

Finally, he kissed you. 

His hand that had maneuvered your chin moved to gently hold the side of your face and the other moved to your lower back, pulling you in closer as though to not let you drift away. It only lasted a few seconds but it felt like a couple eternities.

When he pulled back you smiled, his face still only a few inches from yours.

“Now, what were you saying about being jealous that she got to kiss me?” He asked.

“Not sure if I remember.” You shrugged.

Almost reluctantly, David put more space between your bodies, if only to make better eye contact with you. 

“There was never a reason to be jealous of anyone else. You always, always came first.”

His words were honest. There was no joking, no playfulness, no sarcasm. You curled your head down and pulled him back to you, embracing him. He kissed the crown of your head as though it were what he had always done.

“I think, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to maybe try being more than friends.” You suggested.

“I think that’s probably a good idea.” David agreed. “For us and the people around us.”

“Might save a few more people some time they’d normally spend breaking up with you.” You joked.

“I’m going to order ice cream and I am not going to get you anything.” He threatened, despite his arms never leaving your body.

You stood there a while longer. 

Your day had been awful, there was no doubting that. But you were thankful for how it ended. 

And as you reflected on the evening, laying on the couch, still in David’s arms, you realized it had to end this way. There was no other way for this to end.

It was intuition. It was instinct.

It was second nature.

#david finlay fic #david finlay fanfic #david finlay x reader #david finlay fanfiction #njpw fanfiction #njpw fanfic #this is really rusty imo but i tried v hard and managed to make it 4.4k which is cool!

[sweetperversiongirl]

Ian Gallagher has the gait of a large and formidable predator. He's always been like that. Even at 15, he looked like a skinny teenage Bengal tiger.

Mickey remembers every movement, every curve of that muscular and strong body, every freckle on his milky skin. He remembers the sun reflecting in that fiery red hair, making it look like unstoppable raging flames.

Once upon a time, he allowed himself to fly too high. Like the brave but reckless Icarus.

He didn't just burn his wings. Mickey lost his head and burned to the ground, leaving behind only a pathetic handful of ashes. For a moment he thought that was all, but he quickly realized how cruelly mistaken he had been. Even separated from Ian by hundreds of miles, he continues to burn, but he still doesn't regret one minute, one fleeting moment spent near this man.

Mickey sits on the tiled floor of the Guanajuato cat shelter and thinks about what his life has become. Where once Mickey simply survived to continue his miserable existence, now his priorities have drastically changed. Now there's more to his personal world than just him. Somewhere far away, in the Windy City, lives the one and only person for whom Mickey is willing to do anything. That doesn't mean he'll throw himself in front of bullets for Ian. More accurately, of course, he wouldn't hesitate to do so if it were a matter of protecting, of saving. But Mickey knows it's easy to die for another man. It's much harder to go on living away from half his heart for the sake of making that person happy.

A local old-timer, a ginger tom cat named Rusty, sits across from Mickey and scrutinizes him with intelligent green eyes. Rusty has lived here for a long, long time, probably most of his life, and so far no one has wanted to take him in. The shelter's owner, Maria, didn't have the courage to get rid of an animal whose gaze literally penetrates deep into the soul of everyone Rusty bestows his precious attention on. In fact, there have been very few such people over the years, and somehow Mickey has been lucky enough to be among them.

He has no idea how he earned the favor of this willful beast. Hell, Mickey doesn't even know why he came to this rescue shelter in the first place, months ago. Since then, however, he and Rusty have become real friends. Of course, as much as that's even possible with cats. Mickey doesn't quite understand why he's become so attached to this snooty bastard. Maybe it's the fiery red hair, or the green eyes, or the fact that Mickey needs a friend, and he's getting pretty bored with human companionship.

And no, Rusty doesn't make Mickey think about Gallagher more often. Simply because you can't think about anyone more than every second of your existence.

Rusty is as independent and arrogant as any member of the feline family. Unlike Ian, he is not looking for someone to be important to him. He doesn't try to be important to anyone. He is completely self-sufficient, unless, of course, he takes into account senile arthritis and progressive deafness. Mickey teases him affectionately, calling the cat Firecrotch.

Now he has to part with his furred friend forever, and it makes Mickey's stomach twist painfully. But now someone else needs him. Someone who once left a gaping hole in his chest that no one, not even Rusty, can ever fill.

Lowering his gaze, Mickey looks down at the cat and reaches out one last time to touch his fingers to the soft, age-tarnished red hair.

"I hope you'll forgive me, buddy."

Rusty's emerald eyes radiate what Mickey would call understanding and appreciation. He could, if he really believed that animals were capable of something like that. Perhaps Mickey has just never encountered true blind devotion before. The realization of this fact makes parting with Rusty even more painful, but Mickey will make sure his friend lives his life in comfort and convenience. The considerable sum he intends to leave to Maria will clearly help him in this. He trusts this woman. At least as far as her wards are concerned.

Mickey holds out an envelope full of cash to the landlady.

"Take care of him. Please."

Closing the door behind him, Mickey finds himself in a narrow alleyway, red-hot from the midday Mexican sun. He looks up at the pale blue sky, squinting against the bright light. No, he doesn't feel like Icarus. More like a phoenix ready to rise from the ashes.

It's time for him to run. He's been doing it for as long as he can remember. Mickey is always running from someone: from Terry, from Svetlana and the baby, from the one true love of his life, Ian. And now he's running from the cartel.

He has no idea how this epic marathon will end for him, but he's very tired.

But this time, a glimmer of illusory hope flickers in his wounded and broken heart. Hope that this escape will be the beginning of something really important.

#gallavich #shameless #ian x mickey #photobash #aiart

[ladypeonies]

MileApo, anatomy of a relationship.

A tale of friendship and love (2)

When looking at MileApo’s relationship what fascinates me is the level of understanding they have of one another and for one another which is rare in such a short relationship, how long has it been? A year and a half? I’m sure it wasn’t easy to build trust and understanding knowing as they stated themselves, they don’t always say what’s in their mind. They probably had to work through things left unsaid and hurt feelings.

 When they talk about their relationship, you can see they worked on it to achieve what they have. They needed to avoid any misunderstanding and build TRUST to work together so closely. They had help for that with workshops but also the time they spent together out of work. And how do you build understanding? Spending time together and COMMUNICATION. They spoke and learned about one another. About what they wanted to achieve, about their role, about their experience, happy and painful ones. They found out their boundaries, limits, etc.

 Therefore, there is no awkwardness between them, they know where they stand with each and in each other’s life. They’re aware and respect each other’s boundaries. You have seen them together. There isn’t a touch which isn’t welcomed or a gesture which went too far. They know each other’s body and mind. They know how far they can tease and provoke. That’s why those people who tried to say Apo was sexually harassing Mile over a joke are imbeciles. Apo has permission to joke all he wants, he’s allowed to touch, hug, whatever. Apo possesses privileges others don’t because of his close relationship with Mile and vice versa.  

I admire the fact that, they’re very protective of that relationship, Apo the most, but it comes from his experience in showbusiness. They’re often accused by some of doing fanservice. Well, they aren’t the best at it for sure. They barely show anything. In this interview (one of the best) they clearly explain that they have tons of couple photos that they keep for themselves. They have spent SO MUCH time together and yet what do the fans actually see of that time? One selfie here, a TikTok there. They’re aware their relationship will be scrutinised by those who love them and hate them. They indulge the fans from time to time, but they have a tight grip on what they share. I’m sure it’s not only for social media but the content BOC put out there. It seems the secrecy and protection is spread among their acquaintances and friends, who don’t post much about them or when they’re with them. If someone posts, it’ll be a day later. The French say, ‘pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés’ live happily, live hidden. And it seems to be their philosophy, a relationship you protect is a relationship which matters.

 But what kind of relationship do they have?  

 It always baffles me how people lack imagination when it comes to human beings and relationships, it’s either Friendship or Romance, really? What about a deep friendship, friends with benefits, friends with romantic feelings but they don’t want to act on them, friends who cuddle and kiss. What about a romantic relationship without any physicality because one is asexual? Hundreds of possibilities exist and yet we tend to ignore them because friendship and romance are our comfort zone and also like Mile said, here, people say they’re open-minded but they aren’t really. It’s difficult for us to view anything than what we’re accustomed to Thus we have a black and white vision of relationships ignoring all the nuances of grey. It could be love and friendship.

 Do I care about what kind of relationship they have? No, I can gush about the way they’re friendship goals in the morning and swoon over their intimacy in the evening. I’m here to enjoy two beautiful souls. I’m certain of something, they have the relationship they desire, which fits their wants and needs. And that’s beautiful for me to watch. They have tailored their relationship for them, therefore it’s unique, it’s MileApo made and certified and I don’t need to understand it, it’s theirs. They could call their relationship, Yellow or green. They could call it Lobster Jim sour cream, why not? They shaped it.

Perhaps relationship is a word too narrow and maybe bond is better, a strong feeling of friendship, love or shared beliefs and experience that unites them. I love how in the beginning they talked about their relationship in terms of friendship, they were buddies and now it’s we love each other, ‘I love you.’ Which makes me believe that friendship wasn’t enough to really represent that bond of theirs which grew for sure.

They went to battle together and came back victorious. A bond forged in hardship is difficult to break.

If you believe they’re in a romantic relationship, why not? But let’s not pretend it’s a fairy tale.

I know a tale of friendship and love is real, it’s messy, chaotic and extremely beautiful.

Part 1

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ooh maybe like a sixth form/college AU where Aaron is like really popular and Ben has a crush on him but thinks hell never reciprocate cos Aaron's cool and he's just...normal. And it turns out later that Aaron has actually had a crush on him since like forever but thought that Ben looked down on him for being the typical popular, never focuses in class type of guy. This confession happens when Ben is paired with Aaron in a class project. Thank you luv💛💛

ben white/aaron ramsdale | project hearts ♡

In the bustling corridors of their sixth form college, Aaron, charismatic and popular, navigates effortlessly through a sea of students. He's the centre of attention, surrounded by friends and admirers, his infectious laughter echoing in the air. Ben, on the other hand, blends into the background, a quiet observer in the lively college ecosystem.

For Ben, Aaron is an enigma—a beacon of popularity and charm that seems galaxies away from his own existence. He's nursed a secret crush for far too many years, convinced that someone like Aaron could never reciprocate feelings for someone as ordinary as him.

That is, until their paths cross unexpectedly when they're paired up for a class project. Ben's heart races as he contemplates spending extended hours in close proximity to the very person who fuels his teenage daydreams. He anticipates Aaron being dismissive, perhaps too preoccupied with his cool crowd to notice someone like him.

But as they delve into the project, something surprising happens. Aaron, it turns out, is not the carefree, nonchalant guy Ben presumed him to be. Beneath the veneer of popularity, Aaron reveals a side of himself that's thoughtful, intelligent, and surprisingly down-to-earth.

Their afternoons are spent huddled in the library, dissecting literature and piecing together their project. Aaron, in those quiet moments, looks at Ben with a warmth that goes beyond the surface. It's during one of these sessions that Aaron musters the courage to share a secret he's held for much too long.

"Hey, Ben," Aaron begins, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness as he fiddles with the pen in his hands and taps it rhythmically against the table. "This is gonna sound so stupid but I've, um, kind of had this crush on you for ages."

Ben looks up from his notes, momentarily bewildered. He blinks, convinced he misheard, but the sincerity in Aaron's eyes confirms the confession.

"You what?" Ben stammers, disbelief etched on his face.

Aaron's cheeks flush with a charming shade of pink. "Yeah, I know. It's weird. I always thought you wouldn't be interested because, you know, I'm the popular guy who never takes anything seriously. And you're just... you're you and you're so amazing and dedicated and I just..."

The realization dawns on Ben—he and Aaron have been harbouring mutual feelings, both hindered by misconceptions about each other.

"You thought I looked down on you?" Ben asks, genuine surprise in his eyes.

Aaron nods sheepishly, "Yeah, silly, right?"

It's a revelation that breaks down the barriers between them. They share a laugh, not at the situation, but at the absurdity of their own insecurities.

As they finish the project, Ben realises that Aaron's popularity was never a barrier; it was a misunderstanding. The layers they've uncovered make their connection more profound.

In the backdrop of their college life, surrounded by classmates who will surely tease the both of them for being so dense in the first place, Ben and Aaron's story unfolds—an unexpected love, born out of shared misconceptions and the courage to break free from them.

♡

#ahhhh such a cute idea anon i loved writing it thank u!!!! <3 #england #england national team #england nt #england football #football #football rpf #fics #ben white #white #benny blanco #aaron ramsdale #ramsdale #arsenal #the arsenal #benaaron #fluff

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Miller's Creek Police (Nerd -> Cop, Fertility, Domination)

NOW INCLUDES CHAPTERS 8-11 and more interesting language.

**Chapter 1: The Escape**

Jason Meyer had always been the odd one out in his small rural hometown of Miller's Creek. Thin, nerdy, and introverted, he spent most of his time buried in books or tinkering with his computer. The other kids at school teased him relentlessly, calling him "Twiggy" and "Geek Boy," and his only solace was his dream of escaping to a place where he could truly belong.

The day he received his acceptance letter to a prestigious university in the city, Jason felt like he had won the lottery. It was his ticket out, his chance to reinvent himself. He packed his bags and left Miller's Creek without looking back, eager to shed his small-town skin and embrace the possibilities of a brighter future.

City life was everything he had hoped for. Jason thrived in his new environment, immersing himself in his studies and enjoying the freedom to be himself without judgment. He made friends with people who shared his interests and discovered a world of opportunities that he never knew existed.

But life has a way of taking unexpected turns. One evening, while Jason was attending a lecture on cyber security, he met a man named Richard. Richard was charismatic, confident, and seemed to have all the answers. He was part of a private security firm and was recruiting for a special program that promised to teach participants valuable skills in self-defense, discipline, and leadership.

Intrigued by the idea of becoming more assertive and confident, Jason signed up for the program. The training was intense, far beyond anything he had experienced before. Early morning runs, grueling workouts, and strict dietary regimens became his new routine. Jason struggled at first, his body aching from the unfamiliar exertion, but Richard was always there, pushing him to go further, to be better.

As the weeks turned into months, Jason noticed changes in himself. He was gaining muscle, and his once pale skin was now tanned from hours spent outdoors. The nerdy, bookish persona was fading, replaced by someone who was stronger, more confident, and more disciplined. Richard became a mentor and a friend, guiding Jason through the transformation with unwavering support.

What Jason didn't realize was that the program was more than just physical training. It was designed to reshape his mind as well. Subtle messages about patriotism, duty, and obedience were woven into every aspect of the training. Lectures on history and politics emphasized a particular worldview, one that aligned with Richard's beliefs. Jason, eager to belong and please his mentor, absorbed these lessons without question.

By the time the training program ended, Jason was a changed man. He had bulked up significantly, his body now muscular and strong. His shoulders had broadened significantly, giving him a more imposing presence, and his chest was thick and solid, a testament to the countless push-ups and bench presses he had endured. His arms, once spindly, were now thick with muscle, veins prominent beneath the skin. His legs, too, had transformed, becoming powerful and sturdy, capable of enduring long runs and heavy lifting. Along with the muscle, a layer of fat had developed, giving him a softer, more robust appearance. His belly, no longer flat, had a noticeable roundness, adding to his overall bulk. His genitals had also grown; his penis had thickened and lengthened slightly, but it was his balls that had seen the most significant change. They had become larger and heavier, a fact that he noted with a mix of pride and curiosity.  His confidence had grown, and he found himself agreeing with the principles and values that Richard had instilled in him. He no longer felt like the awkward outsider he once was; he had found his place in a brotherhood of like-minded individuals.

When Richard offered Jason a position at his security firm, Jason accepted without hesitation. He trained further, specializing in firearms and tactical operations, and soon became one of the firm's top operatives. The once passive, skinny nerd had been transformed into a disciplined, patriotic, and obedient officer, ready to serve and protect.

His new conservative ideals were deeply ingrained, shaped by the intense training and indoctrination he had undergone. He believed strongly in the importance of law and order, convinced that a strict adherence to rules and regulations was essential for a stable society. He held a fierce patriotism, viewing any criticism of his country as a personal affront. Jay now saw traditional gender roles as not just preferable but necessary, believing that men should be strong providers and protectors while women should focus on home and family. Privately, he harbored a sense of superiority over those who did not share his beliefs, viewing them as weak or misguided. He felt that those who didn't conform to his ideals should be corrected or, if necessary, marginalized to maintain societal order. These were thoughts he would never voice openly, knowing that they would be controversial, but they guided his actions and decisions nonetheless.

As the years passed, Jason found himself missing the simplicity of small-town life. He had changed, but the memories of Miller's Creek still lingered. One day, after much contemplation, he decided to move back to his hometown. This time, he was returning not as the awkward outsider, but as someone who had found his purpose and place in the world.

Miller's Creek had not changed much, but Jason had. He was no longer the skinny nerd who had left years ago. He was now Officer Meyer, a confident, disciplined, and patriotic man, ready to protect and serve his community. And as he settled back into the familiar surroundings of his childhood, he realized that he finally fit in perfectly.

**Chapter 1A: The Transformation**

Jason Meyer signed up for Richard’s special program with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The promise of becoming more assertive and confident was alluring, but the path to get there seemed daunting. The program began with an intensive orientation that laid out the rigorous schedule ahead. Early mornings, strict diets, and demanding physical training were the core components, but the underlying psychological aspect was more subtle.

The first week was a shock to Jason’s system. Accustomed to a sedentary lifestyle, his body struggled to keep up with the early morning runs and intense workouts. The instructors, all former military personnel, were relentless, pushing him and the other recruits to their limits. Each day began with a 5 a.m. wake-up call, followed by a series of exercises designed to build strength, endurance, and discipline.

In addition to physical training, the program included lectures on various subjects. History, politics, and philosophy were taught from a specific perspective, emphasizing patriotism, duty, and obedience. These sessions were designed to reshape the recruits' minds as well as their bodies. Richard himself led many of these lectures, his charismatic presence and authoritative tone captivating his audience. He spoke passionately about the importance of protecting one's country, the value of discipline, and the honor in serving a greater cause.

Nutrition was another critical component of the program. The recruits were placed on a strict diet designed to maximize muscle gain and overall health. Jason found himself consuming vast quantities of protein-rich foods, along with supplements that promised to enhance his physical performance. However, the diet was also high in calories, and as Jason’s muscles grew, so did his overall size. He began to put on weight, not just muscle, but a noticeable layer of fat as well.

The physical changes were dramatic. Jason’s once thin frame filled out, his arms and legs bulking up with muscle while his belly grew softer and rounder. His face, once gaunt, now had a fuller, healthier look. His body, which had always been a source of insecurity, was transforming into something strong and imposing. Yet, with this new mass came a newfound sense of power and confidence.

As the months passed, Jason adapted to the program's demands. He pushed through the pain and exhaustion, motivated by Richard’s constant encouragement and the camaraderie he found with his fellow recruits. They bonded over shared struggles and triumphs, forming a brotherhood that reinforced the values being instilled in them. Each small victory—running a faster mile, lifting heavier weights, mastering a tactical maneuver—boosted Jason’s confidence and reinforced his commitment to the program.

The psychological aspect of the training was equally effective. The lectures and discussions subtly shifted Jason’s worldview. The constant reinforcement of certain ideals—patriotism, obedience, and the importance of discipline—began to take root in his mind. He started to see the world through the lens Richard provided, adopting the firm’s values as his own.

The training wasn’t without its challenges. There were moments of doubt and frustration, times when Jason wondered if he could keep up or if he was truly cut out for this new life. But Richard was always there, a steady presence who believed in Jason even when he doubted himself. Richard’s unwavering support and the sense of purpose the program provided kept Jason going, pushing him to surpass his limits and embrace the transformation.

By the end of the program, Jason was barely recognizable as the skinny, nerdy kid who had arrived months earlier. He had become a powerful, confident, and disciplined man, his body muscular yet soft with a layer of fat that added to his imposing presence. His mind, once filled with doubts and insecurities, was now focused and resolute. He was ready to take on the challenges ahead, fully embracing his new identity and the values instilled in him.

As he looked at himself in the mirror, Jason saw not just the physical changes but the complete transformation of who he was. The program had reshaped him in every way possible, preparing him for a future that, just months ago, he couldn’t have imagined. He was ready to step into his new role with pride and confidence, knowing he had the strength and determination to succeed.

**Chapter 2: Returning Home**

Jason Meyer’s return to Miller’s Creek was nothing short of transformative. The man who stepped off the bus bore little resemblance to the skinny, nerdy kid who had left years ago. Clad in his crisp, navy-blue uniform, he stood tall and broad, exuding an aura of confidence and authority. His once angular face was now round and firm, with a jawline softened by the extra weight he carried. His body had filled out significantly, combining the bulk of hard-earned muscle with a substantial layer of fat that added to his imposing figure.

As he walked through the familiar streets of his hometown, heads turned. Some recognized him immediately, their eyes widening in surprise at the dramatic change. Others did a double-take, unsure if this was the same Jason they had once known. The whispers and glances didn’t bother him; he welcomed them. It was a stark contrast to the indifference or ridicule he had faced growing up.

Jason’s first stop was the local diner, a place that held many memories from his youth. The bell above the door jingled as he entered, and the familiar scent of fried food and coffee filled the air. The chatter of patrons fell silent as all eyes turned to him. Behind the counter, old Mrs. Harper squinted, her expression shifting from confusion to recognition.

“Jason Meyer? Is that really you?” she asked, her voice a mix of astonishment and warmth.

Jason smiled and nodded. “It’s me, Mrs. Harper. Good to see you.”

“Well, I’ll be,” she said, her eyes scanning his transformed physique. “You’ve certainly changed. What brings you back to Miller’s Creek?”

Jason took a seat at the counter, the vinyl stool creaking under his weight. “I’ve come back to serve the community,” he replied. “Joined the police force.”

Mrs. Harper’s eyes lit up with approval. “Well, we’re lucky to have you. This town could use someone like you.”

As he sat there, enjoying a hearty meal, Jason reflected on how far he had come. The training program had not only reshaped his body but had also instilled in him a deep sense of duty and belonging. He felt a connection to Miller’s Creek that he hadn’t before, a desire to protect and serve the community that had once seemed so alien to him.

Settling into his new role as a police officer, Jason quickly became a familiar and respected figure in Miller’s Creek. His discipline and dedication earned him the admiration of his colleagues and the trust of the townspeople. The once passive and introverted boy was now a man of action, ready to step in and make a difference whenever needed.

Despite his newfound acceptance, Jason found particular pleasure in asserting his dominance in more subtle ways. One of his favorite places to do this was the town gym. He loved the feeling of walking through the locker room, naked and unashamed, his massive frame on full display. He didn’t bother with the privacy of a shower stall; instead, he chose to shower in the open, relishing the way his body attracted attention.

Jay’s genitals were a sight to behold. His massively long penis smacked off each of his thighs as he walked, a clear demonstration of his physical prowess. When he washed his testicles, it looked like he was holding plums in his large, powerful hands. The other men in the locker room couldn’t help but glance his way, their expressions a mix of envy and awe.

As Jay moved between the shower and his locker, he took his time, not just to clean himself but to display his dominance. He stood tall and confident, his every movement deliberate. The locker room, once a place of vulnerability, was now his domain. His presence was commanding, a silent assertion of his superiority over the other men.

One day, as Jay was finishing his shower, a group of younger men entered the locker room. They froze for a moment, their eyes widening at the sight of Jay’s imposing figure. He turned slowly, giving them a full view of his body, and then continued washing, unbothered by their presence. The younger men quickly looked away, their conversations hushed, a clear sign of the respect and intimidation Jay commanded.

These moments in the locker room were more than just a display of physical dominance; they were a way for Jay to reinforce his place in the community. He was no longer the skinny, nerdy outsider; he was Officer Jay, a man of strength and authority. His body, now thick and powerful, was a testament to his journey and transformation. And in the quiet, steam-filled space of the gym locker room, he reveled in the respect and recognition he had earned.

Jay’s assertion of dominance extended beyond the locker room. He carried himself with a confidence that permeated every aspect of his life. His conservative ideals, deeply ingrained through his training, guided his actions and interactions. He believed in traditional values, the importance of law and order, and the necessity of maintaining societal hierarchies. These beliefs were not always spoken aloud, but they were evident in the way he conducted himself and the decisions he made.

Jay’s return to Miller’s Creek was a testament to his transformation, both physically and ideologically. He had become a figure of strength and stability, a protector of the community. And in every stride, every gesture, he reaffirmed his place, no longer feeling like an outsider but as a central and respected figure in the town he once sought to escape.

**Chapter 3: The Neighborhood Watch**

Officer Jay, as Jason Meyer was now known, quickly became a popular figure in Miller’s Creek. His regular patrols took him through the winding streets of the town, where he greeted residents with a friendly nod or a warm smile. Among those who appreciated his presence the most were the housewives of Miller’s Creek. Many of them, like Jay, carried the extra weight that came with the comforts of small-town living, and they found a sense of camaraderie in his company.

Jay’s reputation for being helpful and approachable made him a favorite among these women. He was always ready to lend a hand, whether it was helping with groceries, offering a reassuring word, or, more often, checking on concerns about possible intruders. The housewives would often call him, their voices tinged with a mix of fear and excitement, asking him to come over and ensure their homes were safe.

One afternoon, as Jay was finishing his patrol, he received a call from Mrs. Thompson, a plump and cheerful woman in her late twenties. She sounded genuinely concerned, mentioning noises she had heard upstairs in her bedroom.

“Officer Jay, could you come by and check it out? I’m home alone, and it’s making me nervous,” she said.

Jay assured her he’d be right over and made his way to her house. Upon arriving, he was greeted with a warm smile and a plate of freshly baked cookies. Mrs. Thompson led him inside, her soft frame moving with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. As they walked upstairs, Jay listened carefully, his senses alert for any sign of trouble.

Entering the bedroom, Jay took his time to inspect every corner, checking the windows and closets with professional thoroughness. Mrs. Thompson hovered nearby, watching him with a mix of admiration and gratitude. When he was satisfied that there was no intruder, he turned to her with a reassuring smile.

“Everything looks fine, Mrs. Thompson. You’re safe,” he said, his voice calm and steady.

Mrs. Thompson sighed with relief. “Thank you, Officer Jay. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Jay stayed for a few more minutes, chatting and making sure she felt secure before leaving. As he resumed his patrol, he couldn’t help but smile. These interactions, while part of his duty, also brought him a sense of connection and satisfaction. He enjoyed being someone the community could rely on, especially when it came to making them feel safe in their own homes.

Word of Jay’s helpfulness spread, and soon he found himself regularly invited into the homes of other housewives, each with their own concerns and requests. They appreciated his presence and the attention he paid to their worries. His polite demeanor and willingness to assist endeared him to many, and they often found reasons to call on him, whether real or imagined.

One evening, as Jay was getting ready to end his shift, he received another call, this time from Mrs. Patterson. She was a large, jovial young woman who had always been kind to him. She mentioned hearing strange noises coming from her attic and asked if he could come by to check it out.

Jay arrived at her home to find Mrs. Patterson waiting for him at the door. She led him inside, her ample frame jiggling slightly as she moved. They climbed up to the attic, where Jay once again conducted a thorough search. As he reassured Mrs. Patterson that there was no danger, she expressed her gratitude with a warm hug, her soft body pressing against his.

These encounters became a regular part of Jay’s routine. He knew some of the calls were simply excuses to see him, but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed the company and the chance to make these women feel safe and valued. Each visit reinforced his connection to the community and strengthened his sense of belonging.

Over time, Jay’s popularity grew, and he became a cherished figure in Miller’s Creek. The housewives appreciated his presence, and he relished the opportunity to be a source of comfort and protection. In their eyes, he wasn’t just an officer; he was a friend and a guardian, always ready to help and ensure their peace of mind.

As he patrolled the streets, Jay felt a deep sense of fulfillment. He had found his place in Miller’s Creek, and the respect and admiration he received from the community were more than he could have ever hoped for. The once passive, skinny nerd had truly transformed into a figure of strength and security, beloved by those he served.

**Chapter 4: Secret Duties**

Officer Jay's popularity in Miller's Creek continued to grow, but it wasn't just his role as a protector that endeared him to the housewives of the town. Beneath the surface of his regular duties lay a secret purpose, one that he had been subtly trained for by Coach Dick during his transformative program. This purpose was known only to a select few and involved a clandestine mission: to help increase the town's population.

Jay’s rigorous training had instilled in him a sense of duty and obedience, and this extended to his reproductive role. Coach Dick had emphasized the importance of this mission, explaining how vital it was for the community's future. The training included not just physical conditioning but also psychological reinforcement, ensuring that Jay embraced this responsibility with pride and dedication.

The housewives, many of whom had become close to Jay, were aware of this hidden purpose. Their requests for his presence often went beyond mere safety checks. These women, whose husbands were often unable or unwilling to have more children, saw in Jay a chance to fulfill their desires and continue their families. Jay, in turn, took his role seriously, understanding that his actions were for the greater good of Miller’s Creek.

One evening, as Jay was finishing his patrol, he received a call from Mrs. Thompson. She had become one of the most vocal about her appreciation for Jay's presence and had hinted several times about her deeper wishes. This time, her voice carried a different tone, a mix of urgency and anticipation.

“Officer Jay, could you come by? I think there might be an intruder,” she said, her voice soft yet insistent.

Jay arrived at her house promptly. Mrs. Thompson greeted him at the door, her eyes conveying more than just concern about a potential break-in. She led him upstairs, her hand lingering on his arm as they walked. Once in the bedroom, Jay began his usual inspection, but it was clear from Mrs. Thompson’s body language that this was about more than security.

“Officer Jay,” she said softly, “I know why you’re really here. I need your help… in a way that only you can provide.”

Jay turned to face her, understanding fully what she meant. His training had prepared him for this moment, and he felt a deep sense of duty and pride. Mrs. Thompson’s eyes were filled with a mixture of hope and desire, and Jay nodded, ready to fulfill his secret purpose.

They moved to her bed with a sense of abandon, their bodies entwined in a fervent dance of need and fulfillment. Jay's movements were driven by a powerful urge, each thrust deliberate and strong. Mrs. Thompson responded with equal fervor, her voice rising in uncontrolled gasps and moans. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she surrendered to the intensity of the moment.

When Jay finally finished, Mrs. Thompson was left dripping with his seed, the evidence of their union far too copious to remain contained within her. It flowed out of her, soaking the sheets and her thighs. Her body quivered with the aftershocks of their encounter, her breath coming in ragged gasps. As she lay there, her voice spilled out in almost uncontrollable praise.

“Oh, Jay,” she murmured, her words tumbling over each other. “This was so much better than anything my husband could have ever done. You make me feel alive, needed.”

Jay listened, his chest swelling with a mixture of pride and fulfillment. This was more than just a duty; it was a profound connection that validated his role. He knew this would not be the only time he would visit Mrs. Thompson, and the thought filled him with a deep sense of purpose.

Their encounters became a regular part of Jay’s secret duties. Each visit was a reaffirmation of his mission, a chance to bring new life and joy into the homes of Miller’s Creek. The housewives welcomed him with open arms, their gratitude and desire palpable. Jay’s role was not just to protect but to nurture, ensuring that the community he served continued to thrive and grow.

The sense of abandon with which they bred in her bed was mirrored in his visits to other homes. Each encounter was unique, yet all shared the same intensity and purpose. Jay’s presence brought comfort and hope, his actions leaving a lasting impact on the women and the community as a whole. As the town’s population grew, so did the appreciation for Officer Jay, whose secret duties were the foundation of Miller’s Creek’s renewal.

**Chapter 5: Tales of Secret Duties**

Officer Jay’s secret duties took on a rhythm of their own, woven seamlessly into his daily routine. Each encounter was unique, yet they all shared a common thread: a deep, unspoken understanding between Jay and the housewives who sought his help. These stories of his secret duties became a series of intimate chapters in the quiet life of Miller’s Creek.

One such story began on a warm summer evening. Jay received a call from Mrs. Reynolds, a widow who had always been kind and welcoming to him. Her voice on the phone was filled with nervous excitement as she spoke about strange noises in her attic. Jay arrived promptly, his presence immediately calming her nerves.

As they climbed the narrow stairs to the attic, Mrs. Reynolds stayed close to Jay, her hand lightly touching his arm. Once they reached the top, Jay began his usual inspection. He could feel her eyes on him, watching his every move. When he turned to reassure her that everything was fine, she stepped closer, her intentions clear.

“Officer Jay,” she said softly, “I know why you’re really here. I need your help… in a way that only you can provide.”

Jay nodded, understanding her need for companionship and the continuation of her family’s legacy. He began to undress methodically, each piece of clothing carefully placed to the side as Mrs. Reynolds watched, her breath hitching with anticipation. Once he was fully undressed, he approached her with a sense of purpose, his hands gently but firmly guiding her as they lay down together on the attic floor. Their encounter was tender and meaningful, filled with a sense of purpose. Mrs. Reynolds’s gratitude was immense, and as Jay left her home, he felt a deep satisfaction knowing he had fulfilled his duty.

Another memorable encounter involved Mrs. Garcia, a lively woman with a warm smile and a kind heart. She had called Jay to her home late one night, claiming to hear strange sounds coming from her basement. Jay arrived to find her waiting at the door, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

As they descended into the basement, Mrs. Garcia stayed close, her nervousness evident. Jay conducted his search thoroughly, but it was clear that Mrs. Garcia’s real concern lay elsewhere. When he turned to reassure her, she reached out, her hand gently touching his.

“Officer Jay, I need your help,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “My husband and I have been trying to have another child, but it hasn’t been easy. I need you.”

Jay felt a surge of purpose as he responded to her need. He quickly began to undress, his movements confident and assured, each article of clothing falling to the basement floor. Mrs. Garcia’s eyes followed his every move, her anticipation growing. He approached her with determination, lifting her onto a workbench and positioning himself between her legs. Their time together was filled with a deep connection, both understanding the importance of their actions. Mrs. Garcia’s appreciation was evident, and as Jay left, he knew he had brought hope into her home.

Mrs. Thompson, Mrs. Reynolds, Mrs. Garcia—each woman had her own story, her own reason for seeking Jay’s help. They all shared a common desire: the hope of bringing new life into the world when their husbands couldn’t. Jay’s role in these encounters was not just physical but deeply emotional, offering comfort, hope, and the promise of a future.

One afternoon, Jay received a call from Mrs. Patel, a reserved woman who rarely sought help from anyone. Her voice on the phone was filled with anxiety as she spoke about noises in her backyard. Jay arrived to find her standing on her porch, her eyes wide with worry.

As they walked through the yard, Mrs. Patel stayed close, her unease palpable. Jay conducted his search with his usual thoroughness, but it became clear that her fears were more about loneliness and the desire for another child. When he turned to reassure her, she looked at him with a mix of hope and desperation.

“Officer Jay,” she said quietly, “I’ve been feeling so alone. My husband and I have been trying to have another child, but it hasn’t been working. Can you help me?”

Jay nodded, understanding her need. He began to undress slowly, each piece of clothing carefully removed and placed aside. Mrs. Patel watched, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and gratitude. Once he was fully undressed, he led her gently to the ground, their bodies coming together with a sense of shared purpose. Their encounter was filled with a sense of purpose, both knowing the importance of their actions. Mrs. Patel’s gratitude was profound, and as Jay left, he felt a deep sense of fulfillment.

These encounters, each unique and meaningful, became a regular part of Jay’s life. He embraced his secret duties with pride, knowing that he was making a significant impact on the community. The housewives’ gratitude and the new lives he helped bring into the world were a testament to his dedication and the success of his mission.

Jay’s secret duties were not just about fulfilling his role but about forming deep connections and bringing hope to those who needed it most. Each story was a chapter in the larger narrative of Miller’s Creek, a town that flourished under his watchful eye and caring presence.

Chapter 6: The Baby Boom

Miller’s Creek was experiencing a renaissance, a baby boom that had not been seen in decades. The signs of new life were everywhere: expectant mothers with widening hips, the sound of children’s laughter in the streets, and the bustling activity of families growing and thriving. At the heart of this transformation was Officer Jay, whose secret duties had played a pivotal role in this remarkable change.

As the town flourished, the bars and bowling leagues became the go-to places for the men of Miller’s Creek. Husbands, proud and content, gathered to share stories and enjoy each other’s company, their spirits lifted by the joy and fulfillment their families were experiencing. The camaraderie among them was palpable, each man knowing that their wives were happy and their homes were secure, thanks in no small part to Officer Jay.

Jay himself was a constant presence in the community, his duties extending far beyond his secret visits. He ensured that the town remained safe, patrolling the streets with vigilance and care. The respect and admiration he received from the townspeople were well-earned, as his dedication and hard work were evident in every interaction.

But Jay was not alone in his mission. He had a partner now, another young conservative cop who had been trained by Coach Dick. Officer Brian was as dedicated and disciplined as Jay, having undergone the same rigorous training program. The two men worked seamlessly together, their shared values and purpose creating a formidable team.

Officer Brian, like Jay, had embraced the dual role of protector and secret benefactor. His presence in the community brought a new level of security and reassurance. The housewives, already grateful for Jay’s help, welcomed Brian with open arms, knowing that the town’s future was in capable hands.

One evening, as Jay and Brian were finishing their patrol, they stopped by the local bar. The place was filled with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses, a testament to the happiness and prosperity that had taken root in Miller’s Creek. The men at the bar greeted them with hearty handshakes and pats on the back, their gratitude evident.

“Officer Jay, Officer Brian, good to see you both!” called out Mr. Jenkins, a local farmer whose wife was expecting their third child. “You two are doing a great job keeping this town safe.”

Jay and Brian exchanged smiles, their pride evident. Just the night before, they had been at the Jenkins’ home, fulfilling their secret duties. Mrs. Jenkins, a stunning woman with curves that had only grown softer and more enticing with each passing month, had welcomed them eagerly. Her once firm body had transformed, her hips widening and her ass becoming plumper and more inviting. Jay and Brian had commented on how much bigger and softer she had become since their last visit, their hands roaming over her lush curves as they prepared to breed her once more.

Mrs. Jenkins was a vision, her body ripe with fertility. Her skin glowed, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and desire. She had a beauty that was undeniable, and her husband, busy with his work and social engagements, was completely oblivious to the passion and life that she radiated. Jay and Brian, however, were acutely aware, and they took their time appreciating every inch of her.

They had taken turns and then switched back and forth effortlessly, their movements synchronized as they spit-roasted her, filling her with the promise of new life. Mrs. Jenkins responded to their touch with fervor, her moans filling the room as she reveled in the attention and care she received from the two officers. It was a scene of pure, unadulterated passion, her body yielding to their ministrations as they ensured that their mission was fulfilled.

Jay marveled at how gorgeous Mrs. Jenkins was, her soft curves a testament to the life they were helping to create. Brian, equally captivated, whispered praises into her ear, their words blending with the sounds of their efforts. They admired how her ass had become a perfect cushion of softness, their hands gripping her ample flesh as they moved in tandem. The contrast between her husband’s neglect and their own attentive care was stark, and it fueled their determination to give her everything she needed.

As they sat at the bar, these memories were fresh in their minds. They knew that their work was having a profound impact on the town, and the gratitude they received was a testament to that. Jay and Brian’s partnership was more than just a professional alliance; it was a shared mission to ensure that Miller’s Creek remained a place where families could grow and flourish.

Their work was never done, but the rewards were immense. With every new life brought into the world, every smile and word of thanks, they knew they were making a lasting difference. The baby boom had brought renewed life and joy to the community, and at the center of it all were two young officers whose secret duties had changed the course of their town.

**Chapter 7: Reflections at the Bar**

Officer Jay and his partner, Officer Brian, sat at the bar, enjoying the lively atmosphere that had become a staple of their evenings. The bar was a hub of activity, filled with the laughter and camaraderie of the town's men who gathered after long days of work. It was a place where they could unwind, share stories, and enjoy each other's company.

As Jay took a sip of his drink, he looked around the room. The men were in high spirits, oblivious to the secret life that had transformed their town. Each face told a story—of hard work, of community, of a simple, contented existence. Yet, beneath the surface of their jovial conversations and hearty laughter, there was an unspoken truth that only Jay and Brian knew.

The irony was palpable. Many of these men, who laughed and toasted to their good fortunes, were unaware that the children their wives were expecting had not come from their own loins. As they bowled strikes and shared drinks, Jay and Brian had been fulfilling their hidden roles, ensuring the future growth of Miller’s Creek in a way that none of the men could have imagined.

Jay’s eyes scanned the room, lingering on the familiar faces. Mr. Jenkins, his broad smile, doughy body, and flushed cheeks, celebrated the news of his wife’s pregnancy with a group of friends. Mr. Reynolds, deep in beer-soaked conversation with his bowling buddies, had no idea that Jay’s visits had ensured his family’s expansion. And then there was Mr. Lewis, who raised his glass in a toast, blissfully unaware of the role Jay had played only moments ago in his wife’s newfound happiness.

Brian, sitting next to Jay, nudged him and grinned. “Quite a sight, isn’t it?” he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the din of the bar.

Jay nodded, a wry smile playing on his lips. “It sure is. If only they knew.”

The two men shared a moment of silent understanding. Their secret duties, performed with dedication and care, had brought about a profound change in Miller’s Creek. The baby boom was evident, with expectant mothers everywhere, their hips widening and their homes filled with the promise of new life. The bars and bowling alleys thrived, their husbands blissfully unaware of the true source of their joy.

As Jay and Brian continued to sip their drinks, they reflected on the journey that had brought them here. The rigorous training under Coach Dick had prepared them for this dual role, instilling in them a deep sense of duty and purpose. They had embraced their mission with pride, knowing that they were making a lasting impact on the community.

Jay’s thoughts drifted to the many nights spent in the company of Miller’s Creek’s housewives. Each encounter had been different, yet all had shared a common thread of hope and gratitude. The women had welcomed Jay and Brian into their homes, seeking the companionship and reassurance that their husbands, often preoccupied with work and leisure, could not provide. In return, Jay and Brian had given them the gift of new life, ensuring the town’s future and fulfilling their secret mission.

Looking around the bar, Jay felt a mix of emotions. There was satisfaction in knowing that he had played a vital role in the town’s renewal, but also a sense of humility. The men around him, laughing and toasting, were blissfully unaware of the truth. Their happiness and contentment were built on the quiet, unspoken efforts of Jay and Brian, who had taken on the responsibility of ensuring the town’s future.

Brian clinked his glass against Jay’s. “Here’s to Miller’s Creek,” he said, his voice filled with quiet pride.

Jay raised his glass in response. “To Miller’s Creek,” he echoed. “And to the future.”

As they finished their drinks, Jay and Brian knew that their work was far from over. The town continued to grow and thrive, and their roles as protectors and secret benefactors remained as vital as ever. They would continue to fulfill their duties with the same dedication and care, ensuring that Miller’s Creek remained a place of hope and renewal for generations to come.

The bar full of drunken, impotent men was a testament to their success. Jay and Brian’s secret mission had brought about a baby boom, filled homes with the sound of children’s laughter, and ensured the future of their beloved town. And as they looked around at the contented faces, they knew that they had made a lasting impact, one that would be remembered in the hearts and minds of the people of Miller’s Creek.

Chapter 8: The Continued Mission

As Miller’s Creek continued to flourish, Officer Jay and his partner, Officer Brian, maintained their dual roles with unwavering dedication. The town’s baby boom was in full swing, and the demand for their secret services only grew. The housewives, eager to expand their families, frequently called upon the officers to fulfill their hidden desires. Each encounter was a testament to the deep connections and trust they had built within the community.

One evening, Jay received a call from Mrs. Anderson, a charming woman in her early forties with an infectious laugh and warm, welcoming demeanor. She mentioned hearing strange noises in her home while her husband was away on a business trip. Jay arrived promptly, his presence immediately putting her at ease.

As they walked through the dimly lit hallway, Mrs. Anderson stayed close to Jay, her hand brushing against his arm. Once they reached the bedroom, it became clear that her request was about more than just ensuring her safety. Jay began to undress, each piece of clothing falling to the floor with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Officer Jay,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I need you… in a way only you can understand.”

Jay approached her with purpose, his hands exploring her body with practiced ease. Their encounter was filled with passion and urgency, Mrs. Anderson’s moans of pleasure echoing through the room. When they were finished, she lay there, breathless and dripping with his seed, unable to contain her gratitude and admiration.

“This was incredible,” she gasped, her eyes shining with tears of joy. “So much better than anything my husband could ever give me.”

Jay’s chest swelled with pride as he watched her, knowing he had fulfilled his duty once again. He gently kissed her forehead before leaving, promising to return whenever she needed him.

The next night, Jay and Brian received a call from Mrs. Collins, a strikingly beautiful woman known for her elegance and grace. She had recently moved to Miller’s Creek and was eager to start a family. The officers arrived at her doorstep, their presence commanding and reassuring.

As they entered her home, Mrs. Collins led them to the master bedroom, her steps slow and deliberate. Jay and Brian undressed together, their movements synchronized and confident. Mrs. Collins watched with wide eyes, her anticipation growing with each passing second.

When they began, it was with a shared sense of purpose and determination. Jay and Brian took turns, their efforts seamless and coordinated. Mrs. Collins responded to their touch with fervor, her voice rising in uncontrollable gasps and cries of pleasure. The bed creaked under their combined weight, a testament to the intensity of their encounter.

As they finished, Mrs. Collins lay there, her body trembling and soaked with their seed. She looked up at them, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude.

“You’ve given me what I’ve always dreamed of,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Thank you.”

Jay and Brian exchanged a satisfied glance before dressing and leaving her home, knowing they had once again fulfilled their mission.

The spree continued, each night bringing a new encounter, a new housewife eager to expand her family. Jay and Brian moved through the town with a sense of purpose, their actions driven by the desire to ensure Miller’s Creek’s future. They had become more than just protectors; they were the foundation of the community’s renewal.

One afternoon, Jay received a call from Mrs. Mitchell, a petite woman with a shy smile and kind eyes. She had heard about the officers’ secret duties from her friends and was nervous but hopeful. Jay arrived at her home, his presence immediately putting her at ease.

As they moved to the bedroom, Jay undressed slowly, his eyes locking with hers. Mrs. Mitchell’s breath quickened as she watched him, her anticipation palpable. When they came together, it was with a mixture of tenderness and urgency. Jay’s hands roamed her body, his touch firm yet gentle. Mrs. Mitchell responded with soft moans, her body trembling under his ministrations.

When they finished, Mrs. Mitchell lay there, her body glistening with sweat and dripping with Jay’s seed. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and relief.

“This means so much to me,” she whispered. “Thank you for giving me hope.”

Jay smiled, his heart swelling with pride. He kissed her gently before leaving, knowing he had once again fulfilled his duty.

The spree through the housewives’ beds continued, each encounter unique and meaningful. Jay and Brian embraced their roles with pride, knowing that their actions were ensuring the town’s future. The housewives welcomed them with open arms, their gratitude and desire a testament to the deep connections they had built.

As Miller’s Creek thrived, the officers’ secret mission remained at the heart of the community’s renewal. Jay and Brian moved through the town with confidence and purpose, their presence a constant source of security and hope. Each encounter was a chapter in the larger narrative of Miller’s Creek, a town that flourished under their watchful eye and caring presence.

Chapter 9: The Growing Legacy

As the baby boom in Miller’s Creek continued to flourish, Officer Jay and Officer Brian’s influence grew more profound. Their roles as protectors and secret benefactors had solidified their positions in the community, making them central figures in the town’s ongoing transformation. The respect and admiration they received were mirrored in the grateful eyes of the housewives they visited and the laughter of children playing in the streets.

One evening, Jay received a call from Mrs. Hamilton, a spirited woman in her late thirties known for her vibrant personality and warm heart. She had been trying to conceive for years without success and had heard about the officers’ secret abilities. Her voice on the phone was filled with a mix of hope and desperation.

“Officer Jay, could you come by? I need your help,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Jay arrived at her home, his presence immediately calming her nerves. Mrs. Hamilton greeted him at the door, her eyes filled with anticipation and gratitude. She led him to the bedroom, where to Jay’s surprise, her husband, Mr. Hamilton, was already seated in a chair by the bed. Mr. Hamilton, a slight man with a nervous demeanor, looked up at Jay, his eyes filled with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

As Mrs. Hamilton and Jay moved to the bed, Mr. Hamilton began to undress, revealing his tiny penis, which he began to stroke slowly. Jay undressed with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving Mrs. Hamilton’s. When he was fully naked, he approached her with a sense of purpose, his hands exploring her body with practiced ease. Their encounter was filled with passion and urgency, Mrs. Hamilton’s moans of pleasure echoing through the room.

Mr. Hamilton watched intently, his hand moving faster as Jay took care of business, his wife writhing in pleasure beneath the officer. Jay glanced at him occasionally, a smirk on his face as he asserted his dominance, thinking of the term “cuck” to himself, knowing how it fit this scenario perfectly. When they finished, Mrs. Hamilton lay there, her body trembling and dripping with Jay’s seed. Her eyes shone with gratitude as she whispered, “Thank you, Jay. This means everything to me.”

Jay kissed her gently before leaving, promising to return whenever she needed him. As he walked away, he felt a deep sense of fulfillment, knowing he had once again fulfilled his duty.

The next day, Jay and Brian received a call from Mrs. Martinez, a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair and a kind smile. She had recently moved to Miller’s Creek and was eager to start a family. The officers arrived at her doorstep, their presence commanding and reassuring.

Mrs. Martinez led them to the master bedroom, where her husband, Mr. Martinez, was already present. Mr. Martinez was massively obese, sitting obediently in a chair near the bed, his eyes fixed on his wife. He wore a chastity cage, a clear symbol of his submission and the dynamic in their relationship.

As Jay and Brian undressed together, their movements synchronized and confident, Mrs. Martinez watched with wide eyes, her anticipation growing with each passing second. When they began, it was with a shared sense of purpose and determination. Jay and Brian took turns, their efforts seamless and coordinated, while Mr. Martinez watched obediently, his breathing heavy with excitement.

Mrs. Martinez responded to their touch with fervor, her voice rising in uncontrollable gasps and cries of pleasure. The bed creaked under their combined weight, a testament to the intensity of their encounter. As they finished, Mrs. Martinez lay there, her body trembling and soaked with their seed. She looked up at them, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude.

“You’ve given me what I’ve always dreamed of,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Thank you.”

Jay and Brian exchanged a satisfied glance before dressing and leaving her home, knowing they had once again fulfilled their mission. As they left, Jay couldn’t help but feel a sense of dominance over Mr. Martinez, who obediently accepted his role as a cuck.

The spree continued, each night bringing a new encounter, a new housewife eager to expand her family. Jay and Brian moved through the town with a sense of purpose, their actions driven by the desire to ensure Miller’s Creek’s future. They had become more than just protectors; they were the foundation of the community’s renewal.

One afternoon, Jay received a call from Mrs. Patel, a reserved woman who rarely sought help from anyone. Her voice on the phone was filled with anxiety as she spoke about noises in her backyard. Jay arrived to find her standing on her porch, her eyes wide with worry.

As they walked through the yard, Mrs. Patel stayed close, her unease palpable. Jay conducted his search with his usual thoroughness, but it became clear that her fears were more about loneliness and the desire for another child. When he turned to reassure her, she looked at him with a mix of hope and desperation.

“Officer Jay,” she said quietly, “I’ve been feeling so alone. My husband and I have been trying to have another child, but it hasn’t been working. Can you help me?”

Jay nodded, understanding her need. He called for backup from Officer Brian, knowing that together they could provide the comfort and fulfillment she sought. When Brian arrived, they moved to the middle of the backyard, their presence a symbol of safety and protection.

Jay began to undress slowly, each piece of clothing carefully removed and placed aside. Mrs. Patel watched, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and gratitude. Brian followed suit, their movements deliberate and confident. Once they were fully undressed, they led her to the ground, their bodies coming together with a sense of shared purpose.

The encounter was intense and filled with mutual understanding. Jay and Brian took turns, their efforts seamless and coordinated, ensuring that Mrs. Patel felt secure and cherished. The open air added an element of rawness and freedom to their union, her moans of pleasure blending with the sounds of the evening.

When they finished, Mrs. Patel lay there, her body glistening with sweat and dripping with their seed. She looked up at them, her eyes filled with profound gratitude and relief.

“This means so much to me,” she whispered. “Thank you for giving me hope.”

Jay and Brian dressed slowly, their hearts swelling with pride. They kissed her gently before leaving, knowing they had once again fulfilled their duty.

The spree through the housewives’ beds continued, each encounter unique and meaningful. Jay and Brian embraced their roles with pride, knowing that their actions were ensuring the town’s future. The housewives welcomed them with open arms, their gratitude and desire a testament to the deep connections they had built.

As Miller’s Creek thrived, the officers’ secret mission remained at the heart of the community’s renewal. Jay and Brian moved through the town with confidence and purpose, their presence a constant source of security and hope. Each encounter was a chapter in the larger narrative of Miller’s Creek, a town that flourished under their watchful eye and caring presence.

Jay and Brian’s partnership was more than just a professional alliance; it was a shared mission to ensure that Miller’s Creek remained a place where families could grow and flourish. Their work was never done, but the rewards were immense. With every new life brought into the world, every smile and word of thanks, they knew they were making a lasting difference.

Chapter 10: The Changing Dynamics

As Officer Jay and Officer Brian continued their mission in Miller’s Creek, they began to develop a preference for visiting women whose husbands were willing participants in the dynamic of being cucked. This arrangement not only heightened the sense of dominance for Jay and Brian but also reinforced the submissive roles of the husbands. The trend quickly spread through the town, and soon more and more men in Miller’s Creek were sporting strangely larger bulges in their pants—only these bulges weren’t filled with meat, but rather chastity cages that symbolized their submission.

One evening, Jay and Brian received a call from Mrs. Roberts, a lively woman with an infectious laugh and a curvaceous figure. She had recently heard about the officers’ special services from her friends and was eager to experience it for herself. When they arrived at her home, they were greeted by Mrs. Roberts and her husband, Mr. Roberts, who was noticeably nervous but also intrigued by the dynamic.

Mrs. Roberts led them to the bedroom, where Mr. Roberts sat in a chair near the bed, his eyes wide with anticipation. Jay and Brian began to undress slowly, their movements deliberate and confident, while Mrs. Roberts watched with growing excitement. Mr. Roberts, following the established ritual, revealed his chastity cage, the metal glinting in the soft light of the room.

Jay and Brian approached Mrs. Roberts with a sense of purpose, their hands exploring her body with practiced ease. The encounter was intense, filled with passion and urgency, Mrs. Roberts’s moans of pleasure echoing through the room. Mr. Roberts watched intently, his eyes locked on his wife and the officers, his own excitement evident despite the confines of his cage.

When they finished, Mrs. Roberts lay there, her body trembling and dripping with their seed. She looked up at her husband and the officers, her eyes filled with satisfaction and gratitude.

“Thank you, Jay. Thank you, Brian. This means everything to us,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Jay and Brian dressed slowly, their hearts swelling with pride. They exchanged a knowing glance with Mr. Roberts, who nodded in appreciation, understanding his role in the dynamic.

The trend continued, each night bringing new encounters with housewives eager to expand their families and husbands willing to embrace their submissive roles. Jay and Brian moved through the town with a sense of purpose, their actions driven by the desire to ensure Miller’s Creek’s future. They had become more than just protectors; they were the architects of a new social order within the community.

One afternoon, Jay and Brian received a call from Mrs. Green, a stunning woman with a bright smile and a confident demeanor. She had heard about the officers’ services and was eager to partake. When they arrived, they found Mr. Green waiting as well, his demeanor a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Mrs. Green led them to the living room, where Mr. Green sat in a chair, his hands fidgeting with his belt. Jay and Brian undressed together, their movements synchronized and confident, while Mrs. Green watched with growing anticipation. Mr. Green, following the ritual, revealed his chastity cage, the metal a stark contrast to his skin.

As Jay and Brian began, the encounter was filled with a sense of shared purpose and intensity. Mrs. Green responded to their touch with fervor, her voice rising in uncontrollable gasps and cries of pleasure. The room filled with the sounds of their passion, a testament to the dynamic that had taken hold in Miller’s Creek.

When they finished, Mrs. Green lay there, her body glistening with sweat and dripping with their seed. She looked up at her husband and the officers, her eyes filled with satisfaction and gratitude.

“Thank you, Jay. Thank you, Brian. This means so much to us,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Jay and Brian dressed slowly, their hearts swelling with pride. They exchanged a knowing glance with Mr. Green, who nodded in appreciation, understanding his role in the dynamic.

As Miller’s Creek continued to thrive, the officers’ secret mission remained at the heart of the community’s renewal. Jay and Brian moved through the town with confidence and purpose, their presence a constant source of security and hope. Each encounter was a chapter in the larger narrative of Miller’s Creek, a town that flourished under their watchful eye and caring presence.

Jay and Brian’s partnership was more than just a professional alliance; it was a shared mission to ensure that Miller’s Creek remained a place where families could grow and flourish. Their work was never done, but the rewards were immense. With every new life brought into the world, every smile and word of thanks, they knew they were making a lasting difference.

As the dynamic of cuckolding spread through Miller’s Creek, the town’s social fabric changed. Husbands embraced their roles with a mix of excitement and submission, their chastity cages a symbol of their acceptance. The women, empowered by the officers’ presence, found new levels of satisfaction and fulfillment. Jay and Brian’s influence was undeniable, their actions reshaping the community in profound and lasting ways.

Chapter 11: Miller’s Cuck

Miller’s Creek had transformed beyond recognition. What was once a quiet, modest town had become something entirely different, a place where traditional roles were upended, and a new social order had taken hold. Jay and Brian’s influence was undeniable, and their mission had been executed with remarkable success.

The officers privately referred to their town as “Miller’s Cuck,” a fitting name given the profound changes they had orchestrated. Every adult woman in town under the age of 40 was pregnant, their bodies visibly bearing the fruits of Jay and Brian’s secret services. The sight of expectant mothers was common, a testament to the officers’ dedication to their cause.

In stark contrast, every married man in town now wore a chastity cage. These men, once the symbols of traditional masculinity, had willingly accepted their roles as submissive partners in this new order. The cages were not just physical restraints but symbols of their submission and the power dynamics that now ruled Miller’s Creek. The only exceptions were Jay and Brian, whose dominance was undisputed.

One evening, as Jay and Brian finished their patrol, they returned to their shared home, a place that was both their sanctuary and a symbol of their unique partnership. Inside, they shed their uniforms, the symbols of their public roles, and embraced a different kind of intimacy. The town might see them as figures of unmatched masculinity and dominance, but in their private moments, Jay and Brian found comfort and connection in each other.

The joke on everyone was that once they were home, Jay and Brian shared a bed. Their bond went beyond their public roles, and they found solace in each other’s company. The intensity of their days gave way to tender moments at night, where they could let their guards down and simply be themselves.

As they lay together in bed, Jay looked over at Brian, a smile playing on his lips. “Can you believe how far we’ve come?” he asked, his voice filled with a mix of pride and disbelief.

Brian chuckled softly, nodding. “Miller’s Creek is truly Miller’s Cuck now. We’ve done something incredible here.”

Jay sighed contentedly, his hand resting on Brian’s chest. “Every woman under 40 is pregnant, and every married man’s penis is locked in a cage. We’ve changed this town completely.”

Brian leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Jay’s lips. “And the best part is, we get to come home to each other every night.”

Their relationship was a well-kept secret, known only to them. In public, they were the epitome of authority and dominance, but in private, they found strength and comfort in their bond. The duality of their lives added a layer of complexity to their partnership, making it all the more meaningful.

In the quiet of their bedroom, Jay and Brian slipped nimbly into a deep 69, their bodies intertwining with practiced ease. Each took the other’s penis into their mouth, their tongues exploring and caressing with familiar skill. Jay’s thick member snaked down Brian’s throat, while Brian’s equally impressive length filled Jay’s mouth. They moved in perfect sync, their breaths deepening as the intensity of their connection grew. Their muscles flexed and contracted, each movement a testament to their strength and desire. The sensation of having their penises buried deep in each other’s throats brought them closer, the pleasure mounting with each passing second.

As they continued, their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, feeling the hard muscle and soft skin. The intensity of their connection was palpable, a physical manifestation of the bond that had grown between them over time. The world outside their bedroom ceased to exist, and in those moments, they were simply two men who had found a profound and deep connection.

When they finally pulled away, their breaths were ragged, and their eyes locked with a shared understanding of what they had just experienced. But their night was far from over. Reaching for a double-ended dildo, Jay and Brian positioned themselves carefully, their strong bubble butts pressing against each other. They worked the toy between them, the sensation of the firm silicone adding a new layer of pleasure to their intimate connection.

Their movements were slow and deliberate at first, each thrust synchronized as they adjusted to the sensation. The double-ended dildo slid in and out with ease, their strong muscles contracting around it, enhancing the intensity of their experience. Their hands moved to each other’s hips, guiding and steadying their rhythm. The feeling of the toy filling them both simultaneously created a bond that was both physical and emotional, a shared experience that went beyond mere pleasure.

As the intensity of their movements increased, their breaths grew faster, their bodies glistening with sweat. The dildo moved between them with increasing speed, the pleasure mounting with each thrust. Jay and Brian’s moans filled the room, their voices blending in a symphony of shared ecstasy.

The sensation built to a crescendo, the toy hitting just the right spots with each thrust. They could feel the tension building within them, the pleasure reaching an almost unbearable peak. Finally, with a shared cry of release, they both ejaculated hands-free, their bodies trembling with the force of their orgasms. The connection they felt in that moment was profound, a testament to the deep bond they shared.

As they lay together in the aftermath, their bodies still entwined, Jay and Brian felt a deep sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. Their private moments fueled their public personas, providing the strength and connection they needed to face each new day.

The town continued to thrive under their watchful eyes. The baby boom showed no signs of slowing, and the social order they had established remained firmly in place. Husbands accepted their roles with a mix of submission and pride, and the women found new levels of satisfaction and fulfillment. Jay and Brian’s influence was pervasive, shaping every aspect of life in Miller’s Creek.

One afternoon, as Jay and Brian walked through the town, they were greeted by the familiar sight of pregnant women and caged men. The townspeople greeted them with respect and admiration, their gratitude evident in every smile and nod. The officers had become symbols of a new era, their roles cemented in the town’s history.

As they passed by a group of women, heavily pregnant and chatting animatedly, one of them called out, “Thank you, Officers! We couldn’t have done this without you.”

Jay and Brian smiled, nodding in acknowledgment. “Our pleasure,” Jay replied. “We’re here to help.”

The women beamed, their faces glowing with happiness. The officers continued their walk, their presence a constant reminder of the town’s transformation. Every step they took reaffirmed their roles as the architects of Miller’s Cuck, a place where traditional norms had been redefined, and a new social order had taken hold.

Back at home that night, Jay and Brian lay together, their bodies entwined in a familiar embrace. The joke on the town was their secret, but it was also their strength. In each other, they found the balance and support that fueled their public personas.

As they drifted off to sleep, Jay whispered, “We’ve built something incredible here, Brian. Miller’s Cuck is our legacy.”

Brian smiled, his eyes closing in contentment. “And we’ll continue to build it, together.”

In the quiet of their home, the two officers found peace, knowing that their influence had created a lasting impact on Miller’s Creek. Their work was far from over, but they faced each new day with confidence, united in their mission and their bond. The town might have changed, but the essence of their partnership remained constant, a testament to their dedication and love.

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the tenderhorny couch scene in tnno....from the wonder twins perspective

wonder twins, my children!! pls enjoy this brief detour into the brain of the more sober one during the tenderhorny couch scene. ❤

Coming into the season, Tanner had big expectations and bigger dreams for what he’d hoped would be his first full year in the NHL. He played a couple of games with the big club at the end of last year, once his junior team’s season was over, before getting punted to the Marlies to help them out on their playoff run. Which had been fun, and surely valuable for his development or whatever, but that taste of The Show — man, he didn’t want to be anywhere else. So he’d worked his ass off, earned a roster spot, and other than the incident with Kevin nearly getting his head knocked off, it’s been a dream of a season so far.

In none of his dreams, however, could Tanner have concocted this: tipsy and playing Chel on a teammate’s sofa while Connor McDavid watches.

Kevin loves it. Oh, Kev’s in his prime. Kev hasn’t had more than one drink at a time in months, and he forgets sometimes that Tanner has only met the guy that once, when they snapped some selfies in the locker room toward the beginning of the season. Kev thinks that because McDavid is his friend now he’s also Tanner’s friend. Tanner disagrees. To Tanner, the man on the couch is still Connor McFucking McDavid, and Tanner feels a little bit like he’s having an out of body experience. Like, in the corner of Tanner’s eye, Dylan is — holding McDavid’s hand? No, he’s picking at the sleeve of McDavid’s hoodie. There’s a hole in the cuff. And this is real life.

Dylan glances over toward the sofa, and Tanner wrenches his attention back to the television. The distraction is not helpful for winning the video game. Tanner doesn’t want to get smoked in front of the man, the myth, the legend. He buckles down and concentrates, digging his elbow into Kev’s side as Kev laughs and forces a turnover, then lines his digital Mo up for a massive hit.

“Wow, you’re really gonna let him do that to you?” Dylan asks.

“Fucking — fuckity fuck,” Kevin says as the puck slides uselessly away onscreen, and his chance to get a shot off before the period ends goes up in smoke. He groans and hops to his feet. “I need another beer. Connor, you want one?”

“I want one,” Tanner says, to remind him that there are other people in the room. Kev flips him off.

The long minute while Kevin’s in the kitchen isn’t awkward, exactly. Tanner just doesn’t know what to say. He can talk to Dylan easy; Dylan is the easiest person in the world to talk to. But Dylan is on the love seat with McDavid, to whom Tanner has no idea what to say. Like, it’s Connor McDavid.

“They spent the break in Cabo,” Dylan is telling McDavid now.

“Oh, nice,” McDavid says. His eyes flicker over to Tanner belatedly, like he has to remind himself to look away from Dylan. “Good call, going somewhere warm.”

“You should have gone somewhere warm,” Dylan says.

“At least I went somewhere,” McDavid says. Dylan pulls a face at him.

“It was fun,” Tanner says, for the sake of saying something. 

He’s relieved when Kev reappears with more beer. He’s more confident with Kev sitting next to him, his thigh pressed warm against Tanner’s. Feels less egregiously out of place. It’s like that on the ice, too. He’s done so much less chirping with Kev out of the lineup; taken so many fewer high-risk high-reward chances. But with Kevin next to him, he can throw himself back into the video game, tease him, swear at him, elbow him, try valiantly to win his attention back from McDavid, who, just by being there, keeps drawing it away. It’s pretty funny, actually: who would win — Tanner, trying actively to keep his best friend’s attention, or the Next Next One, existing? The answer is: Kev has the attention span of a goldfish anyway.

In the corner of Tanner’s eye, now, Dylan has his arm around McDavid. McDavid is tucked against his side, and Dylan is saying something into McDavid’s ear. McDavid murmurs something back with a small smile. Something about it makes Tanner feel suddenly like he’s intruding on a private moment, and he jerks his attention back to the game, but he can’t help sneaking one more glance. He can’t hear most of their quiet conversation, but he catches cute and Kevin.

“Stop gossiping about us,” he says, by which he really means, stop distracting me. “We’re distracted, not deaf.” He squints at the television, twisting his controller to the side. The puck is stuck in a corner, and they both have several guys trying to dig it out.

“Personally I don’t mind if you gossip about me,” Kev says, grinning. “Besides, you know what’s really cute?” He pauses the game and grabs his phone, pointing the camera at the love seat.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Dylan says, starting to sit up, but it’s too late. Kevin now has a very cute picture of the two of them cuddling. McDavid seems uneasy about this; Dylan seems grumpy; but Kev doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss at all, so Tanner throws himself back into the game and lets the weirdness of the moment pass them by. The ideal way to deal with conflict.

And yet, despite being notably more sober and arguably more determined, he loses the damn game. The way Kevin whoops and dances about his victory makes Dylan and McDavid laugh, though, so Tanner concedes defeat with minimal complaining. He lets Kev swoop in and kiss his forehead, and doesn’t even blow up his spot by calling him out for how many times he’s watched the end of the Helsinki  gold medal game on YouTube.

“Oh, that was awesome,” Kev says once they’re out on the sidewalk outside of Dylan’s building, waiting for their ride. He’s beaming, unaffected by the cold, his breath leaving him in small white clouds. Tanner’s not drunk enough to not feel the cold, but his forehead is still warm where Kevin kissed him. “Man, Stromer should have told us Connor was coming. But that was so cool.”

“It was very cool,” Tanner agrees, pulling Kev back by when he strays too close to the curb. Kev sways into him, hugs his arm, rests his head on Tanner’s shoulder.

“That’s gonna be us, you know?” he says dreamily. “Ten years into the league and still hanging out. Old and retired and still hanging out. That’s gonna be us.”

Tanner doesn’t think Dylan knew that McDavid would be showing up tonight. McDavid looked so tired, and Dylan kept looking at him with such concern. And Tanner doesn’t know McDavid on a personal level, obviously, but he did read the book, and between that and the vibes in the room tonight, he would feel confident betting that the relationship there is more complicated than “best friends from junior.” The way McDavid wrote about Dylan felt like he was writing about someone he missed. Tanner would never say that out loud, of course, and it’s none of his business, but he’s dying to know what got left out, if only because now, listening to Kevin’s babbling about their future together, he can’t stop thinking: I don’t think it’s that easy. I don’t think it was that easy for them. I think it might be harder than we think.

He pats Kevin’s head through his toque. “Wonder twins forever.”

“Mmm,” Kevin agrees happily. “Wonder twins forever.”

#ask #my fic #tnno #everyone who responded to that meme asked for flipped perspective lmao #which is fine!!! it's gonna be fun it's just also gonna take me a while #because i write slow #sorry about how slow i write lmao #hockey for ts