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[viennakarma]

In my life (I love you more)

Part 2 of Say Something (Alternate ending)

Summary: Navigating pregnancy is an adventure on its own, but doing it with your recently divorced ex-husband is on a whole new level. But maybe it's the perfect opportunity to find your kinship once again.

Word count: 8.3k

Tags: Female reader, established relationship, ex-wife reader, reader is an architect, cheating, smut, pregnancy symptoms, pregnancy sex, fingering and oral sex, lactation kink (briefly), chilbirth (not descriptive), lots of fluff, open ending, happy ending, not beta read

Relationships: Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Notes: Again, sorry if it's rushed or something, I was just going with the flow. Feedback and opinions are appreciated xx

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It’s different getting settled on your new, divorced life, and with a baby on the way. You kept trying to establish a new routine in your new place, while going over and over on what to do in your head.

You knew you were keeping the baby, because that’s something you always wanted. And for a few weeks, you weren’t sure if you would tell Lewis.

Then, you started thinking about going through the pregnancy alone, which you knew you couldn’t do. Then you thought if, god forbid, something happened to you during childbirth, if you died, who would take care of your child? What would happen to your baby? But also, you got lost in thoughts about the future, about the kid not having a father growing up, about your kid finding out you had hidden them from their father. You wasted only a couple of weeks until you made up your mind.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night keeping something like this from your ex-husband.

That’s how you were a little over twelve weeks when you finally sent Lewis an email. You could’ve called or texted him, but you were only willing to talk in person.

I’m not sure if you’re interested in hearing anything from me now, but I urge you to come meet me this Saturday at 11 am. I have some important things to talk about with you.

Attached, you sent him the address of your new home. It was a complete shot in the dark, adding the fact that he never replied to your email, you were unsure if he was gonna show up.

Hugging yourself inside your winter coat, you wondered if you did right by inviting him to your home. But then again, you didn’t want to have this conversation in public and risk Lewis being recognised.

You made tea and were waiting outside on the porch when he finally showed up, right on time.

God, he was easily the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life, still. He was dressed in a dark blue coat, and simple cargo pants. He stopped when he saw you, visibly emotional.

“Hi, lo- Y/N” he almost slipped up.

“Hi, Lewis. I’m glad you came,” you whispered with a small smile.

You were just as stunning as the day Lewis saw you for the first time, beautiful skin, sweet smile and the kindest eyes.

“What happened? Do you need help?” He asked, and you just shook your head, with a small smile, and he added “you look so content. So different from the last time I saw you.”

“I am, Lewis. Still adapting but I really am,” you gestured for the house, you started walking, “come on in. It’s cold outside.”

You two entered, and removed your shoes by the door, getting comfortable.

“I need to tell you something, Lewis.”

“Is it about the divorce? You know I would come back to you whenever, you just need to say the word and I ca-”

As he started rambling, you just removed your coat, showing your little baby bump, now starting to show. Lewis stopped talking abruptly. He was shocked, jaw slack as he stared from your face to your belly a couple of times.

“I’m dreaming,” he turned around, slapping his own cheek as if to wake up.

“I’m pregnant, Lewis.”

Lewis turned around again, taking in your figure. You were wearing those elegant pajama sets you’d always wear whenever you wanted to feel comfortable at home, but the shirt was hugging your figure tightly, specifically around your middle, displaying the baby bump.

He felt a lump on his throat. He had dreamt of this throughout your relationship, but even more after he lost you. Lewis would dream of you and your family almost everyday, waking up crying over what his mistake cost him.

But now, now you were right in front of him, pregnant with his kid.

You mistook his silence for confusion, so with a heavy heart, you said:

“The baby is yours, but I don’t mind if you want to take a paternity test. I know it’s been a few months with no contact, so I understand if you have doubts ab-”

“No, no! I believe you- I do!” He interrupted your turn to ramble, “I guess I’m just a little bit shocked.”

There’s a brief, awkward silence as you two stood there. Lewis was staring at you so intently, so in awe that it made you squirm, so you walked further inside, going to the kitchen to leave your cup of tea, now empty by the sink. Lewis still walked after you, still looking at you like you had hung the moon or something.

“You’re stunning, Y/N. Just how I imagined you would be when pregnant.” He whispered. You felt yourself blush with the open compliment.

“Thank you, the morning sickness is dying down now, so I’m feeling much better these past few days.” You told him.

Someone rang the doorbell, and you went to check followed by Lewis. You opened the door to your new neighbor from down the road. He greeted you quickly, and handed you a small box full of cherry-tomatoes.

“Oh, thank you so much, James! You’re a lifesaver!” You waved at him, as he got in his car and drove away.

Happily skipping back to the kitchen, you washed and put the cherry-tomatoes on a plate, seasoning it with a little bit of salt and pepper. You ate the cherry-tomatoes raw, only after the second bite, noticing Lewis was still there, even more confused.

“Who’s that guy?” Lewis pointed to the door. He didn’t like the idea of other men coming to visit you. Especially that James guy who looked at you as if you were the most beautiful goddess to grace the earth. Well, you were the most beautiful goddess, but still, only Lewis looked at you like that.

“He’s my neighbor down the road, a couple of kilometers down. Him and his mom have a small plantation of fruits and vegetables. I told her I was craving cherry-tomatoes and she kindly sent them to me,” you said, taking another bite right after, “this is the best I’ve ever had. So fresh!” You exclaimed, eating a couple more.

Lewis looked at you, giddy with your little cherry-tomatoes, and he felt something in his chest expand. He smiled at you, looking so happy and healthy. The last two images he had of you were, you miserable around the house in Monaco, and the other was of you making love with him so passionately but so sad. The last time he touched you intimately, and lovingly, it was painfully obvious it was a goodbye to you, but to him it had been a chance, he had let himself be blinded by hope.

He had so many questions about the pregnancy, about how you had been feeling and what you wanted to do that he couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. Still, he took a deep breath and just said:

“Have you been having lots of weird cravings?” He asked, staring at you, still munching on the cherry-tomatoes.

“I’ve been craving fruits a lot this past week, the other day I wanted green mango with salt, but it’s so hard to find tropical fruits around here!”

Lewis grabbed his phone and texted Kevin, one of his assistants, telling him to find fresh mangoes anywhere as fast as possible.

“How are you? How are you feeling?” He put the phone away, eyes focused on yours.

“In regards to health, me and Peanut are completely fine. I’ve been really sleepy, taking naps all the time…”

“Peanut?” He smiled, eyes shining to the little nickname.

“So, the first craving I had was so bad I spent three days eating anything with peanuts. People have some really creative recipes on the internet.” Your words made Lewis laugh out loud, that one giggle that you had not heard in months. One laugh that used to make you so happy, “but really, we're fine. I’ve had some doctor visits now.”

“That’s good. I told my family about our divorce. Mum tore me a new one.” He gave an awkward smile.

“I know, she called me to apologize.” You let him know. You were still in touch with his mom, not having the heart to cut her off.

“Hey,” Lewis leaned in, his expression serious again, “I know I failed you in our marriage. But I won’t fail you in this pregnancy, ok? I want to be there every step of the way, if you allow me to.”

“I know, Lewis. I never doubted you would,” you sighed, pushing the plate away. You always knew Lewis would want to be there for you and his kid, “I just- I’m sorry it took me a while to reach you. I was confused and overwhelmed, heartbroken, everything at once, and I had to comprehend what I wanted to do. In the end, I couldn’t allow my baby to grow up without a father, and I know you will be a loving one.”

“Thank you, I hurt you so deeply, just- Thank you for letting me know about Peanut.”

“I know it will be difficult to get over our problems and the divorce, but I was hoping we could co-parent, as friends,” you told him.

“Whatever you want, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I’m aware that's not how we planned things to go…” your eyes were wet with unshed tears, sometimes you still mourned the future you had with Lewis before, “... But we can do it, right?”

“We can do it. Peanut will be so happy.”

He was so sure, so confident, that it gave you a weird sense of security, knowing he will be there no matter what, knowing Peanut would have a loving father. It was a huge weight lifted from your shoulders, and now you could just focus on trying to go through a safe pregnancy.

“Tell me about your routine, how are you adapting here?” Lewis stood up, looking around.

You told him how you had reduced your work hours, to only work during the mornings, usually finishing up around noon, then you had lunch, then if you had any errands to run, you’d go to the city, then prenatal yoga class, and doing your hobbies the rest of the day.

While you were explaining your routine, you went to the pantry and got cat food out, your new companion showing up, meowing.

“You got a kitten.” Lewis pointed out.

“That’s Olive. I’ve always wanted one,” you said as if he didn’t know it, your fingers scratching behind her ears. Your voice didn’t have any malice, but Lewis’ own blame made your words feel like a jab.

“I know.”

Lewis stared at the fluffy gray cat. You had always talked about how growing up you had a cat that passed away when you were around fifteen. You had mentioned adopting a new one a lot after you got married, and still, Lewis never felt inclined to support the idea, he thought you two already had Roscoe, who you had to leave with a caretaker most of the time. He just thought you two wouldn’t have the time for another pet. It made something inside him burn with shame seeing that now that you were divorced, you finally got the little pet you always wanted.

You kept talking, telling Lewis how your parents are constantly traveling here to keep you company on weekends, and how you had been changing a few furniture, because you bought the house already furnished, but you wanted it to feel more like you, including a flowerbed by your porch. How you met a couple of neighbors, and how you had been exploring Edinburgh’s museums and galleries at least once a week.

It hurt him hearing about how you were moving on, meeting people and places, buying things and making plans when he was still stuck in the past. He was still wishing every morning he would wake up in your arms again, how he would share one big cup of coffee with you in the mornings, how he used to hold you in silence for a good 20 minutes after you woke up because you don’t like talking as soon as you wake up. How you would peck his lips every time he had to pack a bag to leave. How he would kiss your ring finger every time before he hopped in the car for a race.

Now he would walk past your office, and your work supplies weren’t there anymore, and the furniture didn’t have charcoal stains anymore, and the house didn’t smell like your tea and the bedsheets didn’t smell like your strawberry body scrub and shower gel thing.

Lewis spent the day with you, chatting like you were just two friends catching up. There was still a lot of baggage none of you wanted to touch just yet, so you just brushed past any awkward silence, and distant, cold chatter. It took a couple of hours to feel fully comfortable with each other. You had seen Lewis as the love of your life for so long it was mind boggling now having to put him in a “friend” category.

He left by the end of the afternoon, after leaving dinner ready for you.

“Will you unblock me?” He asked, getting ready to leave. You laughed but nodded, “You can text me anything. If you need something, anything really, call me or text me, yes?”

“Will do, Lewis. I’ll text any pregnancy updates too,” you walked him to the door, “Oh, wait! I forgot something.”

You went back inside scrambling into your purse for the sonogram image you had gotten the last doctor visit. You went back and handed it to Lewis. His eyes shone with tears as he understood what it was. He ran his thumb through the picture, tears falling down his cheeks. 

“Oh, wow. That’s my baby.”

You noticed how Lewis was still wearing his wedding band, and your chest constricted a bit. You knew more than anyone that it would take some getting used to remove the ring as you were still getting used to not wearing yours, but you had forced yourself to leave it behind. You wondered if Lewis had gotten rid of it after the divorce was finalized.

“Can I- Can I tell my family about the baby?” He asked you, wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

“Yes. Tell Carmen to call me after you tell her.” You smiled softly at him.

He stared from the picture to your belly, your small bump.

“Wanna touch?” You offered, and he smiled.

“Only if you’re ok with it,” he muttered. You nodded, raising your shirt up.

You pulled his wrist, placing his palm against your stomach. His hand was warm, calloused as you were used to feeling them on your body. His thumb moved up and down, caressing your bump and raising goosebumps in your skin. It took him a full minute to let go, like it was physically painful to leave.

“Take care, yeah?” He told you, walking away.

“You too.”

You went back inside after locking the house, the sun was already setting as you sat down to eat the dinner Lewis prepared. He had promised you to come back in a couple of days after his work commitments.

The next morning, you were working when the doorbell rang, and it was a delivery guy. He handed you a box and left. You opened it on the kitchen counter, and it was full of fresh mangoes and a small note.

“Anything you need. -L”

Lewis came back three days later, letting you know when he was at the airport. You knew he had told his family, since Carmen had called you and you spent a good hour talking to her on the phone the night before. You heard a noise outside and you went to your porch to see Lewis arriving in a pick-up truck. 

You walked up to Lewis with a small smile. He closed his fists, physically restraining himself as to not hold your pretty face and kiss you silly.

“Hi,” you said and your voice was sweet.

“Hi, beautiful mama,” he whispered, which made you blush. You eye the back of the truck.

“What is that?”

“I bought some stuff,” he patted one of the boxes, “this is an ergonomic chair, appropriate for pregnant women, I thought it would be useful since you’ll still be working for a while. And they had it in your favorite color too!”

“Lewis.”

“I also bought a few books on pregnancy, maternity and paternity. Already sent a few copies to my place too. There’s a bunch of baby clothes over there, a few are gifts from my family but most of them I just bought because I thought they were pretty cute.” He pointed to the other boxes.

“Lewis, it’s too much!” You wanted to reprimand him, but it was also sweet how dedicated he was being.

“Nothing is too much for Peanut and Mama,” he dismissed you, “and I didn’t even buy a lot of stuff because I thought we should do it together.”

He carried the boxes inside, while you got started on the meal for lunch.

“Why is this ladder here?” Lewis pointed to the folded ladder in the hallway.

“Oh, I was going to change the light!” You told him.

“Are you crazy, woman?! You can be doing all that while pregnant!” His voice echoed from the hallway.

“I’m pregnant, not ill!” You screamed back, and he laughed out loud.

There was only silence for a few minutes, so you checked the hallway to see Lewis changing the lights. As he came down the ladder, he put both hands on his waist.

“Anything else needs fixing?”

“You wouldn’t happen to know how to fix the door handle, would you?”

“Please, how would you doubt me?”

After Lewis fixed the bathroom door handle, he came back out and started helping you with the food. You ate while Lewis told you about his family’s reaction to the news. He guaranteed everyone was happy, but they were refraining to call and text you so as to not overwhelm you.

While you were on the phone with your mom, Lewis decided to unbox the new chair and take it to your new office. He looked around, seeing how this office was smaller than the one at home, but cozier. You had a big window with lots of natural light bathing the room. Whenever you were working on your projects on paper and charcoal, you liked using natural light to draw. There were a couple of scented candles around too. 

He took a little while to fully assemble the new chair, but as he came back down, you were taking a nap on the couch. He grabbed the blanket and covered you, and went back to put the dishes away. It was different, he hadn’t been so domestic in so long, and certainly not when you were married. Now he was just happy to be of service, to help you around just like things had never changed. He noticed you had put a panel on the kitchen, just like in the project for your family home, and your planner was there. It showed you had a doctor visit by the end of the week and pregnancy yoga twice a week in the afternoons, it also had your next museum visit marked for after the doctor. He took a picture of your planner, to align his to yours.

“Y/N, hey,” he woke you up softly, confused, you stared at him, “you have yoga class in like an hour, will you go today? I can drive you to the city.”

“Yes, sure.” You got ready and Lewis drove you there right on time.

“I’ll just drive around for a bit, text me when the class is over,” he said as he dropped you by the gym’s door. He ended up going shopping for baby stuff, and had at least seven shopping bags by the time he went back to pick you up. He stopped the car by the entryway of the gym, where a man had been excitedly talking to you. Lewis made a face, it seemed like everywhere he went, there was someone into you. Of course, you were radiating this glow and charm of a pregnant woman, seducing everyone around.

Impatient, Lewis honked softly to catch your attention. He bit his tongue as you said goodbye to the man, who hugged you way too tight for Lewis’ taste. You were happy and Lewis hated that you were giving that rando your sweet smile and attention. He didn’t say anything as you got closer and he left the car to open the door for you, instead, he showed you all the stuff he had bought you and the baby.

When the end of the week came, Lewis also came back as you were leaving for your doctor’s appointment. You had invited him but he also had taken a picture of your schedule.

At the doctor’s you laid on the bed and the doctor started the ultrasound, Lewis gripped your hand firmly, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“See, here, this is your baby,” she pointed at the little gray mass on the screen, she gestured to the nurse, “and this is their heartbeat.”

The sound filled the room, and Lewis felt like his world stopped and reset, a warm sensation in his chest, finding what felt like something to live and something to die for. He listened while you asked the doctor for updates, but his eyes never left the screen, where he could see Peanut.

As you left the room, with your next appointment scheduled, Lewis stopped you in the parking lot, pulled you to his chest, holding you firmly and breathing into you. He was crying, you held him and that moment, something started to heal inside you. Maybe you’d never get your husband back, but you could count on him as a friend, as the father of your kid.

“Everything’s gonna be alright, Lewis. We’re gonna do great for Peanut.” You whispered into his shoulder.

-

You and Lewis managed to get a routine, he was coming back frequently, he claimed your guest room and was staying for two or three days at a time, only leaving for his commitments. Both of you already did therapy separately but you also decided to go a few sessions with a family therapist to try and navigate the new family dynamics as divorced parents to an unborn baby. You talked about the cheating a lot, which brought big emotions during most of the sessions, with the therapist mediating until you could talk again. Lewis for the most part accepted taking you anger and sadness and hurt, apologizing profusely over and over again, reassuring you that he made a mistake he regretted every breathing moment. It took a while to make peace with the fact that his mistake shouldn’t define him forever, to accept and give him the opportunity to grow and learn for the sake of your baby.

“The season will start soon,” he told you one day, late at night as you ate quietly. You only hummed a response, unsure of what he wanted you to say or what point he was trying to make.

“Ok, understood,” you muttered, knowing he probably was letting you know he wasn’t going to come visit you as much, which honestly made you a bit sad, kinda used to his company by now.

“What I mean to ask is, can I move here? I know I won’t have much free time, so instead of going back to Monaco, I was wondering if I could come straight here. Of course, I would need to bring a few things, training gear, stuff from my office,” When you didn’t answer him, jaw slacked, he thought you might not like the idea, “But it’s ok if you rather not, too. I mean, if you prefer your privacy and all- I totally respect-”

“It’s ok, Lewis, you can move here for the remainder of the pregnancy,” you calmed his rambling, and he smiled seemingly relieved.

“Thank you, I don’t want to miss anything,” He whispered, crouching down by your side, putting his hand on your belly, “right, Peanut? Daddy’s gonna be right here.”

The next morning, you woke up, the breakfast was ready, and you looked around for Lewis, until you found him outside. He was wearing gardening gloves, making a hole on the ground with a trowel, and behind him a wheelbarrow loaded with flower pots. He was also shirtless, sweat glistening on his skin and above his tattoos, back muscles prominent with every move, which had your pregnancy hormones feeling some kind of way.

“Morning, what is going on?” You asked, hugging yourself as you approached him.

“Well, you said you wanted a flower bed on the entryway. So I had the time and thought I would do it for you.” He shrugged, removing the gloves.

“You didn’t have to, but thank you.”

As he stood up and when he turned to you, your eyes fell on his necklace, and more specifically, your wedding band hanging from the necklace like a pendant. You had wondered if he had gotten rid of your wedding ring, but now you knew where it was. Lewis swallowed like he was self conscious, putting his hand over the ring. It was so different whenever you thought about the cheating and the divorce, about the new normal you had to get used to. You weren’t angry at him anymore, but it would require a lot to rebuild the trust you once had in him. You decided to not address the elephant in the room, so you just looked away.

“I’m going to eat, thank you for breakfast, also.”

He only nodded as you got inside, swallowing the lump in your throat with a glass of juice and slices of bread. You didn’t mention the ring, but you could notice he kept wearing the ring under his shirts.

You went back to watch his races, commenting about it with Olive and Peanut, cheering when he was going well and complaining when he wasn’t. You’d hug him whenever he came back, for emotional support, you’d tell yourself.

You two decided you wouldn’t find out if Peanut was a boy or a girl, leaving the mystery to whenever they were born. And as the pregnancy progressed, it was inevitable that you and Lewis got closer, almost like best friends as he had seen your many lows of the pregnancy. That one time you craved cauliflower with barbecue sauce, or when you ate corn with sprinkled smashed cheetos on top, or when you farted loudly. He also had seen you cry because the delivery guy didn’t wave back to you as he was leaving, or when Olive hunted a small gecko and gave you as a present and you started just bawling. Or when Lewis hummed a song by a rapper you disliked and you started going off, snappy.

Honestly, Lewis took your mood swings and weird cravings like a champ with the patience of a saint. He had read about how pregnancy could cause your emotions to be all over the place, with outbursts of sadness or anger, and according to what he read, he just needed to help you let it all out. He had studied hard about pregnancy and was always willing to help. Funnily enough, you saw him more that season than all the five seasons you witnessed when you dated and was married to him.

One night you went to bed early, and when he went to your bedroom to check on you, you were moving a little, grunting in your sleep. Lewis immediately went closer, shaking your shoulders to wake you up from your nightmare.

“Hey, hey,” he called and you opened your eyes wide and you looked a little winded, “had a bad dream?”

Your eyes started tearing up, and he sat by your side, putting an arm over your shoulder for comfort. He ran a hand up and down your back as you wiped your tears. 

“Are you ok?”

“It wasn’t a bad dream!” You whined like a little kid about to throw a tantrum.

“Ok, you want to talk about it? Maybe I can run you a bath?” He offered.

“It was a sex dream!”

Your words caught him a little off guard.

“I’m sorry?” He tried to understand what he should do or say.

“Goddamn pregnancy! I’m horny all the time now, but I can’t cum with my fingers! And I bought a bunch of toys but the delivery had messed it up and it never arrived!” You cried even louder now, and Lewis had to bite his tongue so as to not laugh and cause more anger.

“I could help you with that,” he offered, softly. He was actually scared you’d punch him in the nose for offering.

Instead you just stood up huffing and puffing, and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

“Sorry!” He shouted, standing by the door. Then a minute later you opened the door again, poking your head out.

“Will you help me?” You pouted.

“Of course, baby,” he walked inside, and you stood there wearing only a t-shirt and panties, “do you have something in mind or do you want me to freestyle?”

“Freestyle. Fuck, I just need to cum.”

Lewis sat by the closed toilet and patted his lap. You walked over to him, letting him position you sideways on his lap. God, you were so frustrated, and so horny your panties were shamelessly wet from the dream. He cupped you, running his middle finger up and down between your legs.

“Lewis, fuck,” you moaned, hyper sensitive, but still not enough, “if you’re going to tease me, I better finish the job myself.”

“Calm down, woman! I was just creating the buildup!”

“I’ve been building up for the past three weeks, Lewis. I need the finishing!” You whined and Lewis chuckled, pushing your panties down until they hung from your foot.

A loud moan escaped your lips as he ran his finger over your cunt, spreading out your wetness and when the pad of his finger found your clit, your hips jerked. You nuzzled into his neck inhaling his perfume and laying your weight on him, letting him do his thing. You had been feeling so sensitive because of the pregnancy, every single touch made your body jolt, curling your stomach already so close.

“More, Lewis, please,” you moaned into his skin, and he only hummed, pressing a finger inside you. His other arm was around you, holding you firmly against his chest.

“Like that, baby? That’s how you want it?” He asked, egging you on, going harder.

You could only moan as he took his time pressing into you, curling his finger and finding your most pleasurable spot.

“Oh, Lewis, fuck-” you moaned all the way up to your orgasm that had your toes curling and eyes rolling back. It took all his restraint to not eat your moans with a sloppy kiss.

Lewis slowed down, but he didn’t stop fingering you, and when you almost felt like it was too much, he kept going, cooing you.

“That’s ok, baby. Give me one more, yeah?” As you whined, pushing his hand away, he gave you a couple of seconds and went back, “you can take it, love. Gonna sleep so well after. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

He practically pushed you into the second orgasm, shaking, hand pressing your nails into his skin and you bit into his neck to muffle your moans.

Breathless, you just melted into him, sleepy again after cumming so good. Lewis cleaned you and carried you back to bed, letting you fall into slumber.

Raging hard, he ended up in the bathroom of the guest room, fisting his own length thinking of your moans and your teeth on his neck, that’s how he finished under the running shower.

The next morning, he smirked as you walked inside the kitchen, his winning smile hidden behind a mug.

“Shut up, Lewis, or I swear I’m gonna cut your dick off!” You warned. He held back a laugh.

“I didn’t say anything!” He raised both hands in surrender.

“Yeah, but you thought.”

“Look, whenever you need release, I’m right here for you to use me any way you want.” He smiled slyly.

“SHUT UP!” You threw a grape at him, which he caught in the air and ate. “I won’t be needing your services anymore, but thank you.” You whispered begrudgingly.

“If you say so…” He shrugged.

But that same night you ended up laid on the table, your dress hunched around your waist as Lewis ate you out like a man starved for the better part of an hour. You came loudly, grinding your hips to his face, pulling on his braids as he pulled orgasm after orgasm. Until you were limp and sleepy, and he cleaned you up and took you to bed.

It kept happening, but you never kissed or fucked, he would just relieve your tension with hand and mouth, and the few times you tried to reciprocate, he denied and said you were pregnant and needed the stress relief. You’d usually go to sleep right after he pleasured you.

After he left for a race week, you received a medium box full of sex toys, ranging from vibrators to suckers and dildos. He left a note saying it was for whenever he wasn’t there to fulfill your needs.

One morning, you were working, finishing up the last of your projects before going on maternity leave, when you felt a little poke on your belly, from inside. You squealed, and in mere seconds, Lewis was speeding up the stairs and barging into your office.

“What happened? Are you ok? Do we need to go to the hospital?” He panted, getting close to you. You just held his wrist and pressed his palm against your bump, where you had felt the thing.

“I think Peanut just kicked!”

You two stayed silent as you waited, and then you felt it just as Lewis felt on his hand. You cried, Lewis cried, and then he crouched, pressing his face to your belly, feeling a little kick on the side of his face. He laughed between tears.

“Peanut, daddy’s right here! You’re going to be so strong, baby!”

As your bump got bigger, and the pains got a little bit worse, you tried new sleep positions because of the back pains. Your feet swelled and your boobs and nipples got a bit more sensitive, so you had to change bras. Lewis was such a great help throughout the gestation, that you’d  always remember him as a great source of strength. Sometime after you were seven months along during Summer Break, Lewis ended up taking you to a spa resort one week, somewhere in Greece, where you had one of the best times ever. You got massages, went into the hot tub, swam in the pools and went to the beach.

One random day back home, you were feeling particularly bothered by the backache, laying down in different positions and walking around with a muscle pain tape glued to your spine. Whenever you felt like that, your mood got irritable due to the pain.

“I saw something on the internet, I think we could try,” Lewis suggested.

“What?”

“Just trust me, yeah?” He asked and you nodded.

He stood right behind you, his chest pressed to your back, and his arms circled your waist, both hands settling under the bump. Then he just pushed up softly, taking the weight of the baby. You moaned feeling instant relief on your back, your head falling down on Lewis’ shoulder as you breathed deep.

“It’s ok, take your time,” he murmured close to your ear, “we should do this a few times a day to ease the pain.”

Eventually you two sat down to discuss baby names, and decided on each making a list and then comparing if you had put the same names. The boy names list ended up with three names matching and the girls’ list had only one match. You came around with choices for both, but ultimately decided to leave the decision for after Peanut was born.

When your birthday came in late July, Lewis took you to another trip, for a surprise.

“Where are we?” You asked as he blindfolded you on your way out of the private jet.

“We’re in London.”

“Oh, I love London!” You whispered excitedly, getting inside a car.

“I know you do.”

It took a few minutes, but eventually, he took you out of the car and walked you a few steps. Then, he removed your blindfold, and you stared at a big house. Not any house, but the home you had designed, your family home. The one you would give him on his birthday, but he saw when you were at the low ending of your marriage.

And it was just like the project, the same materials, the same colors, the same height and size. With all the little details you had poured your heart into.

“Happy birthday, this is yours.” Lewis whispered, handing you a key set.

“Lewis? What?” You turned to him, feeling your eyes watering.

“I know that we divorced, and things are different now… But I think it’s only fair that you get to raise Peanut in the home we dreamed of,” he said and you just nodded, the tears falling down, “and I hope you save me a guest room, for when I want to spend time with Peanut and Mama, if you allow.”

It was time you admitted that you and Lewis had grown so much closer than you ever did while married. It was good and most of the time you’d say it was everything for the sake of Peanut, but you knew better. You could silently admit to yourself that Lewis was an indispensable presence in your life. You needed his steadfast support that you been getting throughout the pregnancy, you needed his company in the mornings and his laughter in the evenings, you needed the feel of his hands on you be it for comfort or for intimacy.

And you fucking loved him.

It was like you’ve never stopped, even through the pain and the divorce, like your heart had always been in the palm of his hands.

But the pregnancy was like falling in love all over again.

You turned around and pulled Lewis by the coat, pressing your lips into his. It felt so right, like you should’ve never stopped. Lewis held your neck, pressing you into him.

“Lewis…”

“We can talk about it, yeah? Take as slow or as fast as you want. I just-” he paused, pecking your lips twice like he couldn’t get enough, “-I love you, my baby. And we can do whatever you want.”

“Let’s just, let’s take it slow first, yeah? See what- see what happens.”

He nodded, kissing you once again before taking you for a tour of the house. It was just as beautiful as you had imagined. The house was already baby proofed, and it had electricity and water already running.

“You can move here whenever you feel like it.”

“Yeah, I think I will soon rather than later. But I’ll keep my place in Edinburgh too.”

When the due date came, you had already moved to the new home, and it was so much closer to your parents and Lewis’ parents to visit, so Carmen was coming to see you a couple of times a week. She usually cooked for you, leaving meal preps for the days she couldn’t come.

To keep everything on the low with the media, you and Lewis decided against a baby shower. No one knew about the divorce, nor the baby.

“Lewis, it’s time to pack your bags,” you said walking into the room.

You were honestly so fed up with being pregnant that you just wanted to give birth. Your body was uncomfortable, you couldn’t sleep right in any position, your breasts were so full that it was leaking all the time and the bump got in the way of pretty much anything.

“I don’t need to,” he said, sleepily turning off the alarm.

“Lewis, you’re going to miss the flight!”

It was race week, which meant he would leave and only come back Monday. Hopefully, Peanut will be born next week. You were already a little over 39 weeks so you’d give birth pretty much any minute now.

“I’m not racing this week,” he said simply.

“You what?! You can’t do that! You need the points!” You exclaimed, pacing around.

“Love, Peanut will come any moment now, I won’t be away and risk missing this.” Lewis stood up, holding your shoulders and standing behind you. He held your bump and lifted it just like he had been doing, which helped you feel immense relief.

“Lewis, I can’t believe this! You’re literally competing for the championship! You can’t afford to lose any points.”

“I won’t be able to get in the car and drive knowing you’re here mostly alone or maybe that you’re going through labor alone. This is not up for discussion, I have spoken to Toto and everything is already set.”

You wanted to cry. You had not told him about how you were worried he might miss the birth, but he must’ve picked up somehow. You two had been in an entirely new level of connection, Lewis attuned to your wants and needs without you needing to express.

You turned around, kissing him. He held you close, reciprocating as his hands explored your body. And with just a little make out you were lit up and horny again.

“Can we make love?” You asked him, between kisses.

“Are you sure?” He mumbled, nipping at your bottom lip.

“Please, I miss your cock,” you whined, pulling his shirt.

That did it for him. He undressed, and you eyed your wedding band on his necklace. You pulled your dress up and Lewis groaned as he saw you were wearing only a support bra underneath, no panties.

“We need to see what positions is more comfortable though, I-”

“Spooning, missionary or cowgirl” he kissed you again, taking your hand and leading you to the bed.

“How do you know?”

“I read a book.”

“A book about sex?” You giggled.

“A book about pregnancy sex.” He corrected which made you laugh even harder.

“Ok then, get in the bed. On your back,” you bossed him and he obeyed.

You didn’t take too much time to straddle him, his cock between your pussy lips as you ground up and down on him, leaning down to kiss him. You were dripping wet, finding comfort on the way his abdomen held most of the weight of the bump. You looked down to him, his lips were open and he helped you up until you had him lined up and into your cunt. Both of you moaned out loud. The first time for both since your goodbye before the divorce.

Lewis sat up and pawed at your boobs and you moaned with sensitivity. He tried to remove your bra, but you stopped him.

“It’s going to leak everywhere, Lewis.” You shook your head.

“What kind of husband do you take me for?” He asked as if you were being silly. He unclasped your bra and as soon as you were free, ready to complain, he mouthed your nipple, sucking hard. The relief of the milk coming out was so great it had you groaning.

“Oh, Jesus! Fuck, fuck, fuck-” you moaned out loud with the relief his sucking caused, so much that your cunt clenched with the pleasure, “that’s so good baby, fuck- you’re so good!”

You started moving your hips, the experience so otherworldly that you could only ride him, letting him suck at your tits as your mind exploded with mind blowing sex. You shook so hard through the orgasm that Lewis had to stop and hold you firmly, only moving his hips under you to cum hard to the feel of your cunt milking him.

He stared at you like you were the most beautiful woman on earth, with so much love and devotion that you couldn’t help but bash in it.

You fucked any given chance for the next few days, making up for lost time. Lewis’ favorite position was spooning while he fucked you from behind, holding your body flush against him, kissing your neck and shoulder.

Saturday evening, you started feeling pain, sometimes every few hours. Lewis wanted to go to the hospital immediately but you, having talked with your doctor, knew it was too soon, and you’d only wait for hours in a hospital room.

You slept on and off the entire night, the jolts of pain waking you up every couple of hours. In the morning, you and Lewis had breakfast and decided to watch the race to see how Mick was going to do. You didn’t make it past ten laps, when the water broke when you got up for snacks.

“Oh my god! Ok, now we’re going to the hospital, yeah?” He asked and you nodded, taking your phone to let your doctor know you were going to the hospital.

Lewis was a mess, running up and down the stairs to grab your hospital bag, then he forgot the car keys and went back up again.

“Ok, stay calm, we’re fine,” he said, helping you up.

“I’m calm, Lewis.”

“Yeah, I’m talking to myself.”

You laughed as you two got in the car and to the hospital. You still felt these jolts of pain, each contraction getting closer and closer from the one before. You were put in a bed to wait for the right moment for the baby to crown. Lewis never left your side, even to call his family and your parents to let them know, he stood by you.

When it was a little while before the time to labor, you couldn’t handle the pain anymore, opting for an epidural on the spot which made the pain bearable. Then finally came the time to push, and Lewis stayed there, holding your hand and whispering words of comfort when necessary, and words of strength when needed.

“You are doing great, love. Come on, on three you push with all you can yeah? Promise I’ll stay right here! Come on, no- no-” he held your face softly, “I know you’re tired but you can’t rest yet! Stay here, and we’re going to see Peanut soon! Come on, when the doctor calls three, you push!”

Your memory would be hazy but you’d never forget Lewis’ patience and strength dealing with you. His voice guiding you through every single hour, his eyes that were so kind and his hands on you.

“I can’t Lewis!” You cried, but he held your face, looking deep into your eyes.

“You can! You can because you’re the strongest person here! I love you so much. You can, I’m right here with you. One more push, Peanut is almost out.”

Then, there was the loud cry of the baby in the doctor's hands. Gasping, Lewis stared at the baby while the doctor cut the umbilical cord. You looked at Lewis, who was bawling, face sweaty but the complete adoration in his eyes said more than any words could ever.

“This is your baby girl, Mom and Dad!” The doctor handed you the baby curled on a blanket.

“Oh my god. Love, this is Luna, right?” Lewis leaned down, whispering and watching his baby’s face.

“Luna…” You whispered, looking at her perfect little face.

“Our Luna…” Lewis whispered.

-

You were making tea in the kitchen when you heard Luna starting to cry, progressively louder. You could hear Lewis trying to calm her down, and when you came back to the living room, he was softly nursing Luna, and she was still whining.

“Everything ok, Dada?” You asked him, saving him a mug with tea.

Chuckling, he held Luna against his naked chest, and she was getting calmer and calmer. You sat on the couch, watching them. But then Lewis started mumbling a song, softly like a lullaby, and after a few seconds he sang a bit louder so you could make up the lyrics.

But of all these friends and lovers

There is no one compares with you

And these memories lose their meaning

When I think of love as something new

Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before

I know I'll often stop and think about them

In my life, I love you more

Funnily enough, Luna started to drift to sleep again, curled on her Dad’s chest. He put her on the little carrier, covering with the blanket then sat beside you, pulling you into his chest.

“Can you believe that? We made the most amazing bundle of love!” He said, kissing the top of your head, “Thank you so much for taking a chance on me, for letting me be part of this. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“I told you we were gonna make it.”

You felt like your heart was going to burst with so much love, for Lewis, for Luna and grateful for the second chance you took on this life and these dreams. You knew there was still a lot of work to put in, not only in raising your daughter but also in rebuilding your life with Lewis, but you were sure you'd have the rest of your lives to work on it.

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[chrisevansonly]

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥? | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

✯social media au

✯lando norris x female reader

✯you love your bf, so much so that everyone knows you as lando’s girl or are you….

✯not requested, i wanted to get something out today though, im not really feeling like myself and really struggling w my mental health again, so bare with me while i try and get things going again, i’m sorry i’m advance<3

y/ninstagram

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lando won’t pick up my call so i did a photoshoot instead 😁

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[steddiecameraroll]

It Takes a Muscle to Fall In Love - Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” Eddie runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

He’s anxiously pacing around his bedroom, questioning every life choice he’s ever made.

“You ok, boy?” Wayne pops his head into Eddie’s doorway.

“I fucked up. I fucked up soooooo bad. He’s never gonna talk to me again. Why did I do that? I’m such an idiot.” 

Wayne saunters into Eddie’s room and sits on the edge of his mattress. He pats the space beside him, motioning for Eddie to join him.

“What happened?”

Eddie huffs and sits next to Wayne before falling back on the mattress, his hair flopping around him. “Steve. I lied to Steve. Perfect, gorgeous, beautiful, Steve. I’m an idiot.” Eddie covers his eyes with his arm and groans. “I just…he’s so perfect, and I didn’t think there was any way…what do I do, Wayne?”

“What was the lie?”

“That I had a date this weekend.”

“Wasn’t your D&D thing this weekend?”

“Yeeeesss,” Eddie kicks his legs like a frustrated toddler. “I’m an idiot. I didn’t think it through. I just didn’t want him to regret what happened and not make him nervous or freak out or whatever. I didn’t think about it. I just said it to take the pressure off us, off of him.”

“Did somethin’ happen between you two?”

“Yeah…” Eddie trails off, remembering the feel of Steve’s body against his. “It was good…perfect. Best day of my life, and I fucked it up.” He chuckles with a lack of humor.

“Why’d you tell him you had a date if you didn’t and had such a nice time?”

“I was nervous. I didn’t want him to hate me. I thought he’d freak out and regret it.”

“Did he seem like he was upset?”

Eddie sat up, leaning back against his palms. “N-no, I didn’t want him to get upset, so preventative, more or less.”

“Had he made it clear you two were only friends? Didn’t want more?”

“No, not exactly. Steve’s never…I was…He doesn’t want that.” Wayne has always supported Eddie but doesn’t want to cross a line for Steve and share too much.

“I’ve seen you two together. Has he said that outright? Or are you making decisions for the boy?”

“No…it’s just…” Eddie sits up and leans his elbows on his knees.

“You two should talk. And stop making assumptions and let him tell you what he wants.” Wayne lays his palm against Eddie’s upper back and rubs in comforting circles.

“I didn’t want to lose him,” Eddie says quietly.

“And you won’t if you’re honest and talk to him, but if you keep trying to trick him, boy, you will.”

“Fuck, what if he doesn’t want to talk to me?”

“I’m gonna guess he wants some answers. Sure, he’s probably mad, but he’s also probably confused. He doesn’t know why you did it, so who knows what he’s thinking instead.”

“Oh god,” Eddie lets his head fall, his hair shielding his face. “So stupid.”

“Well, I gotta head to work, but good luck, ok? We can talk tomorrow if you want.”

“Thanks. Hopefully, I won’t have a black eye the next time you see me.”

“You won’t.” Wayne gently pushes Eddie’s shoulder, then stands and heads out of the room.

Eddie falls back onto the mattress with a huff, dreading the idea of facing Steve.

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[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | extras | Mick and Yn create a playlist together

― Summary: Yn and Mick are still threading through their feelings, none of them yet aware of how deep it is. Some say that actions speak louder than words, but guess songs do too sometimes. ― Word count: 1.3k ― A/n: This can be read as a stand-alone, but it’s better when you’ve read the series. ― Warnings: mention of food; tooth aching fluff.

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“I created the playlist,” Yn shares once she finds Mick in the garage. It’s close to lunchtime, and some of the crew are already leaving to eat at the paddock cafeteria. George is pointing something to Mick on the computer to which he simply nods before turning to Yn. “I just sent you the Spotify link,” she adds.

His eyes take her in and he nods again. He wants to say a lot of things, how beautiful she looks, how he missed her the whole morning, how boring it felt without her laugh, how happy he is that she created the playlist, that way he’ll have yet another excuse to text her, but he just nods. A lot of the things that are going through Mick’s mind are making him choose to keep his lips sealed. He knows each little thing can and will be pointed to by his friends as catching feelings.

The worst thing is that he believes that maybe it is true.

Maybe he is falling for Yn.

His friend’s sister. 

His co-worker's sister. 

“What playlist?” George asks, poking his head in their direction and Yn rolls her eyes playfully.

“It’s nothing, you’re a driver, not a reporter, you don’t need to know everything,” her retort makes Mick throw his head back in laughter and even Russell himself can’t contain the snicker.

“You’ve been walking too much with Lando, you’re getting sassier,” the British points while taking off the headphones from around his neck.

“As it happens, I’ve actually been walking a lot with you, George.” 

Mick snickers watching the whole interaction the way you watch a tennis match, head going from one side to the other to catch the faces the duo is making. 

“Anyways, I gotta go have lunch, you two have fun,” Russell patted Yn’s and Mick’s back before leaving them alone in front of the computer.

“Are you having lunch in the cafeteria with everyone?” he asks but what he really wants to say is: would you like to have lunch with me? 

Yn shakes her head, “I ordered lunch.”

“Oh-”

She adds before Mick can say something else, “I ordered two…you said you wanted to try that salad last time, and I thought-”

“Awesome! So we go through the songs while we eat lunch,” Mick has a small smile on his pink lips, whereas he’s jumping up and down inside. 

Yn nodded, starting the track to one of the meeting rooms she used to work while in the garage. Mick is right behind her, and the silence until they reach the door is peaceful. Yn left the package by the table along with two bottles of water, but they settled on the couch sitting in front of each other. Shoes discarded on the ground, legs crossed.

“I already added one song, I’m sorry,” Yn starts and Mick nods, silently asking her to continue. “Die Hard, by Kendrick Lamar.”

“This song is amazing!”

“Do you like it?” Yn asks, smile wider this time, and Mick nods.

“Can I add Lost by Frank Ocean?” the blonde asks and Yn jumps up and down while still sitting. 

“Yes!! Absolutely!!” 

She digs her fork into the food before taking a bite. Mick sips his water, and then asks, “So, you add one I add one? And we only add the ones we agree on or? How’s this gonna work?” 

“I think we can make a mix, no need to agree, we will listen to everything afterwards and then we can talk about the ones we never heard before… that is if you agree.” 

“Well, I’ve never made a shared playlist like this before, so yeah, I agree.” 

Yn smiles, “I do them all the time with Lewis, he hasn’t surrendered to Taylor Swift quite yet, but I always try,” Mick chuckles. “Anyways, I think we should add some classics like It Wasn’t Me, we were listening to it that day in the car, you remember?” 

“Yeah, you sang that Mick song too.” 

“Oh, Mick, you’re so fine, so fine you blow my mind,” she sang teasing him and the German rolled his eyes playfully, a flush creeping from his neck to his ears.

“Does she actually sing Mick?” he’s truly curious.

Yn shakes her head, “But I do,” the way she winks at him makes his stomach roll and feel cold in a strange yet good way. “She sings Mickey, but I think Mick fits better, don’t you think?” 

Mick is at a loss for words, so he chooses to stuff his mouth with lettuce and shrug instead of answering. How could he answer? Were they flirting? What the hell was this feeling in his stomach? 

“I propose we add the songs and go through it in real-time. Open the app there,” she points to his cell phone and Mick does as she says. 

“You just added Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls,” he states and taps his fingers on the screen adding Tennessee Whiskey, watching Yn as she furrows her brows.

“I’ve never heard this one.” 

“What?” 

“Yeah, I don’t know much about Country music,” she confesses.

“I’ll add my favorite ones for you.” 

Yn smiles at him.

They go about eating and adding songs to the playlist. There’s a smile and a giggle here and there, sometimes laughter, and frowns with the unknown songs. 

Yn is sipping her water and looking at the phone, when she sees a new song pop on the list, “What does ‘schön’ mean?” 

“I’m adding some German songs for you,” Mick explains, but Yn is not satisfied with the simple answer.

“‘Mkey, how do you say this?” 

“Sch-ön,” he slowly mouths and she giggles.

“With kissy lips?” Mick nods. “Man, you Germans are kinda cute. You make kissy faces every time there’s a word with this thingy?” 

“Umlaut,” he explains, holding back a chuckle. “And yeah, kinda.” 

“So…what is this song about?” Yn asks, hitting play.

Mick watches as Yn bops her head to the rhythm, a grin on her plush lips and her eyes closed.

Du bist schön und es macht Spaß, dich anzuseh'n

(So schön)

Du bist schön und meine Augen sind verwöhnt

(Verwöhnt)

Du bist schön, uh, du bist schön

“What is he saying, Mouse?” 

“You are beautiful, and fun to look at. You are beautiful and my eyes are… spoiled,” he tries to focus on the lyrics, but the second her eyes open and they find each other the song becomes mere background noise. “You’re beautiful,” this time his voice is a bit softer.

“Did he sing that again?” 

Mick shakes his head, notices what he just did, and then nods. 

“Yeah, it’s… it’s a simple song, it’s a good choice if you want to start learning some words in German.” 

They go about adding songs in silence again, until Yn jumps from the couch hitting play on yet another song, “Oooh, this one’s good, you’ll like it!” 

“Taylor Swift?”

“You were able to identify, that’s a good start. Yes. This one’s called Karma, it totally has your energy, Mouse.” 

Mick furrows his brows in confusion and Yn starts walking around the room while explaining to him the story behind the music which took them over twenty minutes, but the Schumacher wasn’t bored, quite the opposite, he listened to everything, asking one question here and there, and chuckling at her enthusiasm. 

It’s only when Lewis texts Mick telling him lunchtime is over that they wrap up their conversation, agreeing on adding songs to the playlist whenever they find something the other might like or should see. 

“Thanks for lunch. Guess I owe you dinner now, huh?” 

Yn sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, and Mick’s eyes drop slightly following the motion. 

“Yup,” she nods. “See you in a few, Mouse.” 

And when the door closes behind the blond Yn sighs. Her brother would have to forgive her. Not liking Mick was getting harder and harder. 

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PolyVerse Cam Boy AU

Nicholas Ruffilo x Holly(ofc) x Noah Sebastian Content warnings: sex work, consensual voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral sex (fem receiving), P in V sex, fwb to lovers Contains sexual situations with fictionalized versions of real people. This is fake, none of this happened, but if its not your thing, please hit the back button or scroll on. I don't even know what to say for myself here... you can thank/blame the lovely @throwingmetothelions who asked for a PolyVerse take on her Cam Boy HC and... well. This happened. This is an AU and unrelated to the main PolyVerse canon. <DISCLAIMER> THIS IS BLOG IS SEX WORK POSITIVE and if that's not your thing then please keep scrolling.

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~~~~~~~

Noah’s stunned when Nick comes to him with the idea. 

“Are you sure she’s okay with this?” He asks, staring his friend down. “I know you guys hook up sometimes, just like I know she knows we hook up sometimes, but…” Noah lets the rest of it go unsaid. 

It’s different when it's on the cam streams. 

They’ve both been doing this for a while now, jerking off online for money. It started off as a joke at first, an offhand comment by one of his exes about how he could make some quick cash, with Nick starting his own shit up not long after and while they don’t really need to do it anymore, it’s kind of fun. They jerk off anyway, so why not keep it up? Help keep some money in their pockets for the lean times. 

They’re no strangers to collaborating, they always make the most bank when they’re together, but something about bringing someone else in makes him pause. He understands where Nick’s coming from, though. There’s been a few requests—mainly from women—that they should show others how to get a girl off properly. Because they seem to know exactly how to talk to get a pussy wet, they might be pretty damn good with women too.

Nick rolls his eyes. “Yes. I’m sure she’s okay with it… Who do you think I was on the phone with earlier?” 

He watches the gears turn in his friend’s mind and Nick’s certain he’s going to say yes, Holly’s a fucking catch. She’s hot as hell, not to mention cool as shit, and he knows… he knows Noah’s curious, just like Holly’s curious about Noah. Neither of them would ever admit to it, but he knows they’ve thought about each other like that. He’s seen the look on Noah’s face when he’s face-timed with Nick and caught an accidental eyeful of Holly in the background. Not to mention, he knows Holly’s seen a stream or two. What, you really think I wouldn’t support my best friend and his other emotional support best friend/fuck buddy? 

“Look. She said yes, and before you ask, yes, she knows what she’s getting into… She’s watched a couple of our streams before. But she’s only going to do this if you’re on board with it too.”

Noah takes a deep breath, exhaling noisily as he narrows his eyes at Nick. “Fuck, okay, fine. I’m in.”

~~

It takes a few days to put it all together, and in that time, Noah’s been able to convince himself that everything is fine. It’s just Holly, and it’s just sex, he tells himself. They’ve all known each other for years, but thanks to him living in California most of the time, he’s never gotten as close to her as Nick has, but her wicked sense of humor tells him they’d get along great if they had a chance. And as for the sex thing…

As much as he’d never tell Nick or Holly, he’s not gonna try to lie to himself and say he’s never thought about her like that. She’s beautiful; all dark hair and soft curves, curves he’s gotten a glimpse of a time or two when he’s video called Nick right after they’ve been together. He can’t actually say what’s got him so twisted up about it, so he pushes it away because, it doesn’t really matter.

Yet it all comes rushing back the minute he opens the door and sees Holly standing there. It’s been a while since he’s seen her. Her dark wavy hair now just barely brushes her shoulders, the remains of a bright color on the ends, and he wonders if it’s as soft as it looks. His eyes track down her body, noting how the thin straps of her white cotton dress leave her shoulders bare, save for the smattering of freckles that he itches to map with his tongue. A weight drops in his stomach, cock stirring in his jeans when he notices the strappy leather harness and the way it frames her breasts. 

Noah doesn’t realize he’s been staring too long until she clears her throat. “So, uh, you wanna let me in?” 

Shit. He mentally curses himself, stepping aside. “Sorry—yeah, come on in.”  

“Thanks.” Her smile is almost shy as she moves past him and, fuck, if it doesn’t endear him to her more.

He’s just about to ask her how she’s been when Nick comes out of the bedroom to greet her.

“Hey--” Nick starts, trailing off when he fully sees her. “Wow. Look at you, huh?”

Holly laughs, “I’m sorry… You were the one who told me to, and I quote, wear something pretty you can get fucked in. Is there a problem?”

Noah can’t keep his laugh to himself when she drops her voice down an octave, trying to imitate Nick. “She’s got a point, dude.”

“I have absolutely no problem with it… I just might have a hard time keeping myself on the task at hand.” Nick says with a roll of his eyes, and his hands curl into fists at his sides briefly before he lets them go, reaching one out to pinch the white skirt, “You know how I feel about this dress.”

She smirks. “Why do you think I wore it?”.

~~

“Everyone’s different,” Nick settles himself behind Holly on the bed, his chest to her back so he can touch her and still be able to see what’s being said in the chat. “But sometimes Holly likes it with a little sting..” She makes an agreeable noise when Nick nips at her neck, head tipping back against his shoulder as he soothes it with his tongue. His hands rake up her thighs, tangling in the soft material of her dress, pulling it up the higher they go, and Noah almost chokes on his tongue when he realizes that save for the trimmed thatch of curls, she's bare under that dress.

Noah watches the tattooed hands pet down her inner thighs, fingers fluttering against the skin as they make their way to her pussy. They skirt around her folds, brushing everywhere but where she seems to want him the most. Nick chuckles lowly when she whimpers, his hands moving to her hips to hold her still when rocks them slightly, trying to entice him to touch her.

“Oh, come on, Holly. You know we’re just getting started.” 

She huffs. “You know it’s not nice to tease.” 

“Yeah,” Nick laughs, “but we have an audience this time… and foreplay is important." 

Noah follows Nick’s eyes to the computer monitor where the chat has been going wild while their attention has been elsewhere

<Sherry_Bomb29> He hasn’t even really touched her and it’s still so hot

<Alotta2love> foreplay? what’s foreplay?

<HannieBanannie> this has to be the best friendship in the world holy shit

“Oh, I hope you’re joking, Alotta2love. Foreplay is awesome.” Nick’s always been good at this. He can work this type of audience in ways Noah can’t. “Doesn’t matter what the main event is, you still should warm each other up… even if one of you is impatient.” 

Holly scoffs at the dig, biting back playfully. “You’re such a shit. Like you’ve never been impatien--” she cuts off, gasping when Nick’s hand delves back into her center, slotting his fingers into her folds, avoiding her clit while the other hand grips her thigh tight. He can see the way her flesh indents around the digits, and Noah wonders if Nick’s ever left bruises on her, if that’s what he means when he said she likes it with a little sting. 

Holly whimpers just as Nick dips a finger into her and he cusses, “Fuck. How are you already this wet?” 

“Gee… I—I wonder.” She huffs, breathless. “Nick… Please--”

Nick nods, snickering, “I got you, Holls. Come on.” He moves out from behind her, letting her settle on her back before stretching out on his stomach between her legs. “You know,” he says, voice muffled in the skin of her inner thigh, “you’re lucky there’s more that needs to happen here. Having you all needy like this makes me want to spend all night seeing exactly how desperate I can make you.” 

He noses along her folds, pulling another whimper from her before he lifts his head, raising his voice a bit as he addresses the stream. “Now when you find yourself ready to put your mouth to work, you never want to start full on… You need to build it up before you just suck on your partner's clit. Holly like’s little swipes of the tongue along her clit at first before I bring my fingers into it.” Nick lowers his head and does just that, swiping and rolling his tongue on her as Holly moans, hands curling into Nick’s sheets, and the sound goes straight to Noah’s cock. God, he’s so hard it hurts. He presses his palm down on the bulge in his jeans, desperate to soothe the ache that’s done nothing but grow the longer he watches the two of them together. 

Noah can hear the pings of the chat going off, the clinking noises of the money coming in, but he can’t bring himself to look away, especially not when Nick slides a finger into her. She gasps, her hips already canting up in search of more. 

“Do you want another?” Nick asks into her pussy, not even bothering to raise his head for her answer. Holly mumbles something unintelligible, and he wonders if it’s part of some sort of shorthand they’ve developed because Nick just nods and slides another finger in right along the first, spreading his free hand across the expanse of her lower belly.

“Some people don’t need or want penetration with oral, it all depends on your partner's preference.” Nick’s voice is low, strained, as if it's taking all he has to speak when he would just rather keep his mouth on her. “But Holly does… and see my other hand up here?” His fingers drum on her stomach. “She really enjoys it when I put a little pressure right here while I got my fingers inside her.” He pushes his hand down slightly, pulling a sharp cry from the woman beneath him.

Noah has to readjust, leaning forward so he can watch as Nick presses open-mouthed kisses against her folds before he sucks her clit into his mouth. One of Holly’s hands digs into his friend’s hair, holding him to her while she rolls her hips against his face, muttering fuck fuck fuck fuck before she cuts off with a strangled moan as her back bows and she cums on Nick’s fingers. Nick groans against her mound and he keeps going, fucking her through the aftershocks until she’s tugging his hair and gasping. He can smell her in the air when Nick pulls his fingers free with a curse, pushing himself up to fit his mouth to hers. 

It’s needy, the way they kiss. Holly’s legs hitch around Nick’s waist and they groan into each other's mouths when he drops his hips down to grind against her. Noah wonders if it’s always this intense between them and he can’t help but feel like an interloper here, watching as they clutch at each other. 

“I told you I was going to have a hard time keeping myself in check,” Nick mumbles when they pull apart, resting their foreheads together. “All I wanna do right now is sink myself inside you.”

“Yeah…” Holly breathes. One of her hands grips his backside, urging him to do it again, “I want it too… but… you—you can’t tell me you’re not looking forward to what’s happening next.” 

“I know… You're right.” He kisses her one more time and then he’s pushing himself away from her with a grunt. "You good to keep going?"

Holly's smile is blinding, and Nick feels that tug in his chest again, the one he usually gets whenever they're together, the one he's gotten pretty adept at ignoring lately. "I'd tell you if I wasn't." 

It takes everything in his power to leave her on the bed and trade places with Noah, but he does it nonetheless, planting himself in the chair Noah has vacated while the other man approaches the bed. He glances at the chat, curious, and what he sees makes his cheeks heat.

<Alotta2love> where do I sign up for a friendship like this?

<Amy357> are we sure they’re just friends $10 says they start dating soon if they’re not already.

<Sherry_Bomb29> I couldn’t care less, as long as they do this every once in a while.

<Sherry_Bomb29> I haven’t been this turned on in ages and they’re not even done.

Nick shakes his head. That’s enough of the chat for him, he decides, choosing to give his attention to Noah and Holly instead.

~~

Noah's no stranger to sex, to casual hookups with no strings attached. Yet his hands twitch against her thighs when he fits himself between them, like he doesn't know where to start… God, she's beautiful, smiling up at him all loose-limbed and relaxed from the orgasm Nick gave her. It's almost overwhelming how much he just wants her. Fuck, he wants it all. 

"Whatcha thinking about?" 

His face heats.. “I uh—I just don’t quite know where I want to start.” He runs his hands up her thighs, letting them continue their way up her body, and he enjoys the way her breath hitches when he rubs his thumbs over the hardened peaks of her nipples showing through the thin material of her dress. 

Her mouth opens, but Nick cuts in before she can say anything. "You're going to need to work her up again. What better way to start by kissing her?”

Holly rolls her eyes, raising herself on her elbows, and tilting her head to the side as she looks behind him. "I'm sorry," she replies, "are you the one driving here? Because I'm pretty sure it's just me and Noah on this bed."

He follows her gaze to see Nick put his hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry… I’ll stop… Just thought I’d help you out a little.” 

Judging by that smirk on his face, Nick’s not sorry at all, and Noah’s sure this isn’t the last time he’s going to be helpful. But he turns back to Holly, tipping her attention to him with a finger under her chin. “Is that where I should start, huh? Want me to kiss you?”

She bites her lip, nodding her head, and fuck, he can’t wait to nip at it. “Let me hear you say it, Holly.”

“Yes.”

He’s vaguely aware of Nick saying something to the stream about the importance of consent, but he’s too busy sliding his fingers through the dark waves of her hair, cupping the back of her head and pressing his lips to hers to fully pay attention. The first touch is soft, a little shy, but it quickly turns heated quickly when he feels her tongue sneak out to tease the seam of his lips. Noah groans, nipping at her bottom lip before opening his mouth to let it in to curl against his. He cups a breast, thumbing the nipple as he tightens his grip on her hair, lightly tugging her head back to grant his mouth access to the skin of her throat. 

She fists her hands in his shirt as he nips and sucks his way down to her chest, where he can push a triangle cup out of the way so he can suck her nipple into his mouth. He remembers what Nick said about her liking a little sting, so he scrapes his teeth across the hardened bud and Noah can’t help but smile against her when he’s rewarded with a soft cry as she tries to grind her hips against his.

“Did you use your teeth? She really likes it when you use your teeth.” Nick cuts in again, causing Noah to roll his eyes before he pulls off her tit to level his friend with a look.

His eyes cut to the chat, and he almost wants to laugh.

<HannieBanannie> omg is someone jealous?? 

“Nah.” Noah answers, “he just wants to show off when he should be narrating for all you fine folks. Now,” he glances at Nick, “are you gonna let me get her off or not?”

He doesn’t wait for Nick to answer, turning back to Holly without another word. With new confidence, he caresses her thighs teasingly. One of his hands follows an invisible path to her center, while the other settles at the base of her throat. Her pupils expand and she tips her head back, baring her neck for him once more. 

“You can choke me, if you want.” She murmurs, biting her lip again when he teases her folds with his thumb.

“Yeah?” he asks, enjoying her whimper when he pushes a finger into her. “Is that something you like?” 

“Y—yeah… I do.” Holly stutters when he adds a second digit. 

“Hm. Okay, then.” Noah nods, allowing his fingers to flex slowly around her neck as he lazily fucks her with his fingers. She’s so soft inside, so wet, and god, the sound she makes when he curls his fingers drives him insane. 

She whines when he relaxes his hold on her throat, “You can handle me a little harder than that… I’m not made of glass.”

“Oh, I can tell.” His mouth pulls into a smirk as he squeezes her neck again, lowering his face to hers. “And that’s good… Only a tough girl could handle what I wanna do to you,” he whispers with satisfaction curling in his gut when he feels her juices drip down his fingers, “and some day, we’re gonna see just how much you can take—open up.”

Noah taps her lips with wet fingers, groaning when she opens her mouth to let the digits glide along her tongue, eyes zeroing on the way her cheeks hollow as she licks and sucks every bit of herself from his skin until he can’t take it anymore. Fuck, he thinks, he could play with her for hours without getting bored.  

He squeezes tight around her throat one last time, pressing his mouth to hers briefly, letting his tongue drag across her parted lips before he pulls away; shuffling back until he finds himself face to face with her cunt. She’s so wet, her folds glisten with slick gathering around the edges of her hole and Noah wants nothing more than to drown in it. 

“Would you want to try something?” He asks, abruptly pushing himself up to look at her. 

Holly laughs, exasperated, “as long as it finally gets your mouth on me, I’m down for anything.” 

“Will you sit on my face?”

~~

“C’mere.” 

Noah’s voice is soft as he settles on his back, tapping his chest as if to show her where she needs to go. She bites at her bottom lip, and tries to focus on the man below her, not Nick, or the camera and the laptop where she’d be able to see herself and what everybody watching is saying. His hands are comforting where they rest on her thighs as she straddles his head, slowly lowering her pussy to his mouth. The first touch of his tongue earns him a soft moan as her mouth falls open and one of her hands weaves into his hair. Her hips rock on their own accord before she can think to stop and Noah groans, pulling her up minutely to utter, “That’s it, ride my fucking face.” 

Holly nods, gasping when his hands dig into her thighs to pull her to him once again, but she does as he asked; planting her knees beside his head, she tightens her grasp on his hair as she grinds on his tongue. Everything else fades as she loses herself in the feel of Noah’s mouth against her, her head falling back when she takes one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling the sensitive flesh until she’s whimpering. 

“Holly, look at me.” 

There’s no room for embarrassment as arousal floods her gut when she immediately follows Nick's request. He looks wrecked and Holly swears she can feel his desire across the small distance separating them. It heats her blood, adding to the ecstasy flowing through her when Noah slides three fingers into her without warning and she can’t look away, doesn’t dare to, as her orgasm takes hold. She cums with a curse, muttering Noah’s name in a choked gasp as she rides the wave out on his fingers and tongue. 

~~

He feels scattered, frayed. Out of all the ways he and Holly have fooled around, they’ve never done that, but after watching how the pleasure played across her face as she rode Noah’s face, he’ll be remedying that the next chance he gets. 

The chat has been long abandoned; he stopped keeping track the second Holly started whimpering. His entire brain went offline, his head empty except for one thing and one thing only: want. Even now he has a hard time dragging his attention away from the two on the bed, as Noah finally releases his iron grip and she collapses beside him. Nick watches his friend turn to press a kiss to Holly’s thigh, saying something about how he could have kept going if she would have just let him. He clears his throat, attempting to pull himself together so he can address those watching.

<Amy357> fuck that was hot

<Amy357> who knew he had a control thing

<Hannie_Banannie> did you see the way she immediately looked at him?

<Hannie_Banannie> i’m gonna need new batteries after this

<Alotta2love> I don’t even care that he stopped talking 

<Alotta2love> i haven’t came that hard in ages

Nick coughs. He’s not in the mood for his usual spiel tonight, desperate as he is to get his hands on Noah and Holly. He keeps it quick and simple, and if anything he can make up for it next time, but for now…

“Sorry I lost track there, but, uhm, thanks for hanging with us tonight and, uh, make sure to check your emails for info about next time,” then without another glance at the stream, the chat, any of it, he’s pressing the little ‘x’ in the left-hand corner.

The stream is barely closed before he slams the laptop shut, and he turns around just in time to see Holly and Noah crash together in a heated kiss. She tugs at his jeans just as he pulls off his shirt and once it's gone, he's helping her shove the denim down just enough for him to fit his cock inside her. 

She cries out when he pushes his way inside, pulling away from Noah’s mouth to briefly meet Nick’s eyes over his shoulder before her lids flutter closed as Noah pulls his hips back, only to thrust into her sharply. They both groan as he finds his rhythm and the sound cuts Nick straight to the core. It spurs him into action, and his shirt finds the floor quickly, followed by his pants and underwear. 

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” He asks as he crosses to the bed, kneeling in the space beside her head.

“Y—you snooze, you lose,” Holly stutters. “But—oh fuck—you’re free to join… any… time.”

“Shit.” Noah makes a frustrated noise, and his hips pause mid-thrust before he pulls out of her completely. “I, uh, I need a second…” he pants, resting his forehead on her shoulder, “god, how do you feel so good?” 

“Probably… the same way… you do?” Holly replies with a breathless smile, tangling her fingers in his hair to scratch at his scalp. 

It's not jealousy that fills him as he witnesses the tender moment, it's something soft. Something that heats his insides in an entirely different way than the need coursing through him, and when Noah steps away to finish kicking off his pants, he takes his opportunity to join: asking Holly to sit up so he can slide himself between her and the headboard.

“I think you’re a little overdressed,” he says, reaching for the buckle of her harness. “How about we fix that?” Holly nods, turning her head to fit her mouth to his as he pulls the small strip of leather free from its buckle, sliding the straps down her arms before helping Noah with her dress. Her bare back is warm when she rests against his chest, the skin of her belly soft under his fingers where he touches her as Noah guides himself back inside her with a groan. 

Her lower back rubs against his cock with every thrust of Noah’s hips, and Nick can’t find himself to care about the smear of precum that’s spreading on her skin as she tries to match Noah’s rhythm. It’s almost enough to send him over the edge, but then she arches against him, back bowing upwards, one of her hands reaches behind her to grasp his head, the other clutching Noah close as she writhes between them, mouth open in a silent cry.

“Shit shit shit,” Noah curses, “god that’s good. Sooo fucking good. I’m gonna—can I??”

Holly nods, swallowing thickly before uttering a hoarse, please. Almost immediately, Noah’s thrusts stutter. Cupping a hand behind Holly’s head, he pulls her mouth to his, letting her swallow his whimpers as his hips finally still. 

They both groan when he pulls out, sharing one last kiss before he breaks away, leaning up into Nick’s space to press their lips together too. He tastes like Holly, but not so strongly that he doesn’t taste what’s uniquely Noah underneath. 

“Well, that’s even hotter in person.” Holly pipes up, and they pause. “Do you think I could get a longer show sometime?” 

He feels Noah’s mouth curve into a smile that matches his own as they part. “If that’s something you want, beautiful, anytime,” his eyes grow dark, a glint of mischievousness sparking to life as he tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, “but right now, I think there’s another show I really wanna see instead.”

~~

Nick’s hands grip her sides at Noah’s words, and if he thinks Holly forgot about him, he’s got another thing coming. She wasn’t lying when she said she picked her outfit for today based on Nick’s preferences; anytime Holly’s worn that dress since they’ve started hooking up, she quickly finds herself pressed against the nearest flat surface. 

“What do you say, Holls?” Nick asks quietly, and it doesn’t matter that both of them have already taken her apart. Doesn’t matter that she can feel the soreness taking root in her cunt. Because this is Nick, and Holly knows beyond a doubt that she will always want him… always. 

"Yeah… I'm good."

~~

He's learned to trust her when she says she can keep going, so he nods and taps her hip. "Okay, then… c'mon." 

It takes no time at all for her to get to her knees, maneuvering until she’s got one on either side of him, still facing Noah. Nick grips her waist with one hand while the other holds his cock steady so she can sink down onto him. He curses when he slips inside, wracking his brain for anything to distract him from the way her pussy feels around him as she takes him all in one go. She’s so wet, and it drives him crazy, knowing it's not just her, that some of it is Noah too; that he’s got both of them coating his dick, and he hopes this isn’t the last time because he doesn’t know if he’s ever felt this good. 

With an iron grip, he digs his fingers into her waist as she starts to move, thighs flexing as she rises and falls on his cock and he'll be surprised if she doesn't have bruises in the morning, but Nick knows she likes it sometimes. Enjoys having reminders of this left over on her skin, especially when it’ll be months before they see each other again. He runs his other hand up the length of her back, enjoying the way her breath hitches when he takes hold of the back of her neck. 

Nick wishes he would have asked her to turn around, so he can see her face when he rocks his hips, fucking into her with shallow thrusts, but the desperate noise Noah makes as he watches them is worth it. His balls start to tingle, the coil in his gut winding tight and he knows he’s going to lose it soon. 

“Do you—do you think you can cum again?” he bites out.

“Maybe—oh shit--” Holly cuts off with a gasp as he feels Noah’s long fingers swipe across the both of them, gathering whatever has leaked out of her and onto his cock. Nick can feel his hand work as he rubs circles around her clit, spreading their combined juices on the sensitive skin.

“What about now, Holly?” Noah asks. 

She nods. “Ye—yeah… Yeah.”

His eyes slip closed as he feels her inner walls quiver around him and he grunts, trying to hold on until she goes. 

“Yeah… yeah you can,” Noah replies, and he can hear the smile in his voice, can see the cocky smirk in his mind’s eye, “because he feels good, doesn’t he?”

Holly whimpers, the ends of her hair tickling his hand when she nods.

“Then show me… let go.”

Holly cums with a wail, strangling his cock and pulling him over the edge with her; white noise fills his ears as he lets go, spilling into the clutch of her wet heat. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulls her close as they continue to move together, grinding against each other until it becomes too much. 

“Well, fuck. That was hot.” Noah says, cutting through the post-coital silence, “Is it always like that with you two?”

Holly and Nick both laugh as she pulls off him. “I mean… Yeah?” Holly replies from where she comes to lie at his side.

“Yeah, it is.” He agrees, reaching out to slot his fingers through hers.

And later, as he watches Holly and Noah share soft smiles with each other over pizza and card games, Nick knows; it's all about the change for the three of them. 

~~

Three weeks later, Nick refunds Amy357 $10 from the last stream, along with a note: 'A bet is a bet.'

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[babybluebex]

italy calling: part one | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: part one of three! after much convincing on your friend's part, you end up in italy and, on your first night, you meet a handsome stranger. pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader (rpf - don't like, don't read) tags: drinking, probably bad financial decisions word count: 3.1k author's note: again, big thanks to @icallhimjoey and @wordscomehither for your help on this fic!! let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this fic!

You suppose, the whole thing wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for the no good, terrible job you had. 

Overall, you liked your job. Well, that was an exaggeration. You liked your job well enough that you showed up every day and did your work, entering data into spreadsheets for an organization that you honestly weren’t entirely sure of what it was. There were quotas that you had to record, quantities and whatnot that you supposed people were chastised for for not meeting. But past that, you didn’t really know. The important thing was that it was mind-numbing work, just punching away at your computer day after day, getting lunch breaks and fifteens and really whatever else you needed. Decent sick leave hours, and a bit of a process to request time off, but you didn’t mind your job, no matter how tedious it could be. Your cubicle was small and you hated the professional “office attire” that you had to wear, but you made do, coming home each evening to a TV dinner and reruns of Murder, She Wrote. 

Your friend, however, was convinced that you were miserable and needed something more. “Babes,” Lily said one night over margs and tacos. She had sort of dragged you out of the comfort of your flat and forced you to do a “girl’s night”, and you poked at your margarita with your straw. “You need a vacay. Like, desperately.” 

“No, I don’t,” you told her. “Where would I go? What would I do?” 

“Go to Italy or something!” Lily said. “Just for a week, just long enough to destress from work! Your shoulders are all tense, you look sad.” 

“Yeah,” you scoffed. “Go to some expensive resort for a week and blow my savings for what? To ‘destress’, only for me to come back home to work and get all stressed out again? No thanks, Lil, I’ll stick with London.” 

“I mean…” Lily started. “My family has a house in Livorno. I’m sure my parents would let you stay for way less than if you went to some resort.” 

“Okay, I’d still have to get a plane ticket and pack and everything,” you said. “And ask for time off, which isn’t guaranteed. It’s just— Lil, I love you and I appreciate you thinking about me, but it’s just not doable.” 

“What if I went with you?” Lily asked. “Then, you’d get the house for free, because I’d be there with you! I won’t, like, harsh your mellow or anything either, I can chill at the house while you explore and everything. C’mon, some sunshine will do you good.” 

You frowned. You loved Lily, you had known her since your school days, but she had a sort of intense personality that could get old quickly, especially if you had to spend more than about three days together. She was definitely all beautiful and bubbly, could make friends with anyone no matter where she was or who she was with, and you just didn’t consider yourself her social equal. You definitely couldn’t see yourself traveling to Italy with her, but you also knew that she would keep on the topic like a dog on a bone. “I mean…” you started. “I guess it would be nice to get away from London for the week. And I do like Italian food.” 

“Yes!” Lily smiled. “Go to Italy!” 

You sighed. “Alright,” you said. “Give me a few days to check if I can get time off and see what my money situation is, and I’ll get back to you.” 

“Oh!” Lily squealed, and she grabbed your arm. “I’m so excited for you! You’re going to Italy!” 

“Maybe,” you said quickly. “I might be.” 

“What if you meet a guy?” Lily gasped. “Some tall, dark Italian guy?” 

“Now you’re just talking shit,” you laughed. “I’m not gonna meet some guy in Italy, that’s added stress that I don’t need. That’s ridiculous.” 

“Maybe not a relationship,” Lily said. “Maybe just a little… Tryst. A fling. Just for the week.” 

Just for the week. A fling. Oh, Lily, you optimistic creature, you. You were lucky to pull a guy in London, there was no hope for you in Italy. “Right, right,” you mumbled. “When pigs fly.” 

“Don’t get so down on yourself,” Lily said. “You could! You could meet the most wonderful guy and keep up with him after the vacation!” 

“Ew, long distance?” you said, wrinkling your nose. “I might go to Italy, but you can forget about a man.” 

You didn’t forget about that, though. You thought about the idea of it for the next week, as you worked and relaxed. You sorted through your finances and found that, if you stayed at a midline hotel, you could stay in Livorno pretty comfortably for roughly a week. You appreciated Lily’s offer of staying at her family’s house, but you wanted time to yourself, and you couldn’t see Lily giving that. Staying at a hotel would wipe out your savings, though, so you hoped that you didn’t have any sort of emergency before or after the vacation. You sent in your time off request, and you were elated when it came back the next day as approved. 

It seemed as if you were going to Italy. 

Finally, after waiting for what felt like years, the time came. You packed the day before, putting in swimsuits and jackets and everything that you could imagine— you had looked at the weather forecast and it said that it would be hot, but you knew that the nights could go cold, so you packed at all ends of the spectrum. Your flight took off at ten in the morning, giving you very little time in the morning to get ready, and you shot Lily a text when you left your flat. Italy, here I come! 

You felt like you were holding your breath the entire time you passed through security and boarding the flight. The flight was pretty decent, all things considered, and your heart caught in your throat when you finally saw the bright blue Italian water as you made your descent. You held your breath again as you made your way through customs, and in the taxi, and you finally, finally sighed when you made your way into the hotel room. It was small, just a king-size bed with a serviceable bathroom (with a tub, what a win), but the real showstopper was the balcony. It was tiny, hardly big enough for you to stand out on, but it overlooked the city, giving a beautiful view of Livorno and all she had to offer. You flopped down onto the bed, the balcony doors wide open, and you sighed again. Finally. A vacation. 

As per the vacation rules that you yourself had set, you took a nap, then got ready to go out. You didn’t usually fancy yourself a “going-out” type of girlie, but Italian nightclubs always looked so fun in movies and on TV. You had to experience it, before your better sense told you not to. In fact, your lesser sense told you that, even exhausted from the flight, going out would be good for you. You put on your favorite outfit, still smelling like your flat in London, and you hoped that it was chic enough for Livorno before you skipped out of the hotel room, making sure you had your key with you. 

The sun was just starting to set as you found a nightclub, close to your hotel but far enough to be unfamiliar. Once in, you adjusted to the low lights and pulsing music, and you wondered for a second if this was a bad idea. Not just the club, but the trip as a whole. You had considered your Italian to be pretty good, enough to survive in the country for a week, but the chattering around you was overwhelming. You couldn’t make out a single word, and you ground your back teeth as you steadied yourself on a barstool. Just order a drink, you told yourself. And fucking relax. 

Luckily, you didn’t have to take your chances on ordering something and wondering what the Italian name for it was. Before you could even grab the bartender’s attention, he set a glass down in front of you, a martini glass, filled with a clear drink with an olive. The bartender said something to you, something you could scarcely make out as “Something something, gentleman at the end of the bar, something something”, then turned back to his work. 

You expected to turn and see the type of guy Lily had mentioned, tanned and Italian and overall gorgeous, and, yes, the guy you locked eyes was gorgeous, but he was not tanned and Italian. He looked a little pale under the blue and purple lights, scruffy curls at the nape of his neck, a round nose, a crooked smile on his pink lips. He wore a buttoned shirt, the top two buttons undone, two thin chains around his freckled (and sunburnt?) neck, baggy jeans and white sneakers— an odd outfit, to be sure, but his handsome face and enigmatic energy made you smile at him and pull your head towards yourself, inviting him over. 

The first thing he said was “Hi there”. Thank God. English. And British, maybe? Something like that. You focused on the English. 

“Hi,” you said. “Thanks for the drink.” 

“Of course,” the guy said with a nod. “I hope you like martinis.” 

“Can I be honest?” you cringed, and you cast a glance at the drink before adding, “They’re not my favorite.” 

“Aw, shit,” he said with an abashed smile, shaking his head. “Well, what is your favorite? I’ll buy that for you.” 

“Oh, no, you don’t have to,” you said quickly. “I, umm, thanks for the offer, though.” 

The guy looked downtrodden, seeing your rejection, and he started to say, “Alright, then, umm, have a good night—“ but you stopped him with a hand on his arm. 

“No, no, that’s not—“ you started. “That’s just me saying that you don’t have to buy me a drink. Don’t go.” You don’t know why you said that to him, especially sounding so desperate, but he seemed into it, the cheeky smile returning to his face. 

“I won’t,” he said. “I’ll stay right here.” 

“What’s your name?” you asked, sliding the martini towards him, and he took it by the stem of the glass, looking at it contemplatively for a moment, as if considering what name to give you. 

“Joe.” 

“Joe?” you repeated. “Is that your final answer?” 

“Yes,” he said, smiling. “My name is Joe.” 

“I feel like you’re giving me a fake name,” you told him teasingly, tipping your head towards him. 

He rolled his eyes as he grinned, and he said, “My full name is Joseph, if that helps my credibility. But everyone calls me Joe.” 

“Alright, that makes me feel a little better,” you admitted. “Is there a surname?” 

“Mmm,” Joe hummed. “See, I don’t want to give you my surname.” 

“Why not?” you asked. 

“I want to maintain the mysterious stranger image that I’ve got going on,” Joe told you. “A handsome stranger sends you a drink and only shares certain information about himself; aren’t you curious to know more?” 

“Right,” you said. “That only makes you sound creepy. But also correct. Now, I wanna know everything about you.” 

“Maybe you will,” Joe shrugged. “Maybe you won’t.” 

“So, Mysterious Joe,” you started slowly, eyeing him up and down. He looked comfortable, leaned up against the bar, tapping his toe to the beat of the song, but his eyes were looking all around, over your shoulder and to the person next to you, before finally settling on your face as you spoke. It almost seemed as if he were looking for something— or someone. “What do you do?” 

“I’m an actor,” Joe answered easily, too easily. “I’m really famous, too, been in stuff that you’ve seen. You’ve seen my face before, I guarantee it.” 

That made you laugh. Joe smiled at you as you laughed at his words, and he said, “What, don’t you believe me?” 

“Not at all!” you said. 

“Good!” Joe said. “You shouldn’t!” 

“So, you’re not an actor,” you said, your laughter dying down with tiny giggles, and Joe’s cheeks turned a shade of pink under the lights. “Can I guess what you are?” 

“You can try,” Joe said. “But you’ll never guess it right.” 

“Maybe,” you started. “If you buy me an actual drink, you might convince me to drop the whole thing.” 

“Done, darling,” Joe said. “What do you want?” 

The night went mainly that way, laughing and joking with Joe, and he bought you your drinks all night. You complained every time he told the bartender to add your G&T to his tab, but Joe shook his head and insisted. The more you talked to him, the more you liked him; he was funny and very down to earth, always telling stories about his friends and family. You asked him what he was doing in Italy, and he said something about a vacation between big work events, although he didn’t elaborate what events they were. In fact, when it came to his work, he was very tight-lipped. Twice during the night, his phone went off, and he scowled at it before he declined a call from someone named “Alex”. When you asked— “Alex must really need to talk to you, surely?”— Joe shook his head. “Alex can wait,” he said. 

You weren’t sure at what point you decided that you wanted to sleep with him, but you eventually came to the realization that Joe also wanted that. He had stepped closer and closer until his hips nudged your knee as you sat on the barstool, and he carefully let his hand touch your thigh. You got the impression that he would have tugged his hand away had you expressed discomfort, and you just generally felt safe with him. He was an easy, laid-back sort of guy, and you liked that; those sorts of fellas were hard to find anywhere nowadays. Joe’s eyes canvased your body as you spoke, regaling a story from your uni days, and his gaze stopped at your lips, all of your lipstick having worn off onto the edge of your glass. 

Finally, Joe made his move. “Why don’t we go someplace more… I don’t know, quiet?” he asked, leaning forward and speaking into your ear to be heard over the music, and you nodded quickly, polishing off your drink with haste. “I’ll meet you out front, let me pay the tab.”

The night air outside was warm, and you checked your phone as you waited for Joe. It was just past one in the morning, no new calls or texts, just work emails that you promptly dismissed before you sighed. “Tired?” you heard Joe ask from behind you, and you shook your head. 

“Just… Work,” you said. “You know how it is.” 

“I do,” Joe nodded. Without the hustle and bustle of the club and the colored lights, you could finally see him properly, and you saw a subtle golden glow on his skin, faint freckles splashing his nose and cheeks, his rounded cheeks tinted pink. And his eyes. Jesus. You had seen that they were dark in the club, but outside, in the streetlight, you could finally see that they weren’t just brown. They were deep brown, dark brown, chocolate brown— neverending, hypnotizing. You felt your legs grow a little weak and, in your state of maybe one too many G&Ts, you blurted out, “You have nice eyes.”

“So do you,” Joe told you, putting a hand on your back, maybe to steady you or maybe to pull you closer. No matter why he did it, your hands went to his chest, and he drew you into him, his arms around your waist. “You’re beautiful.” 

“You should kiss me,” you told him, and Joe chuckled, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I think someone’s a little drunk,” Joe said fondly. “Where are you staying? I’ll walk you back.” 

“Umm,” you started. You couldn’t recall the name of the hotel you were at, and you went into your bag, searching for the room key that you knew had the name of the hotel on it. “This one. Here, I can’t pronounce it, I’d absolutely butcher it.” 

Joe took the key card in-between his fingers and looked at it, reading what was written, and he mumbled, “Oh, that’s close to here. C’mon, darling.” 

“How long are you in Livorno for?” you asked, carefully taking Joe’s hand in yours as you started your short walk. He instantly laced his fingers with yours, his hand big and warm and soft, and you felt yourself going warm at the thought of his hands all over you. 

“Just until Friday,” Joe told you. “Only a few more days. You?”

“Tonight’s actually my first night,” you told him. “I got in earlier today.”

“Oh, nice,” Joe said. “Well, I’m glad I got to meet you during the small window we have together.” 

“Likewise,” you told him. 

You kept small talk as you walked to your hotel, not going too deep into conversation like you had at the club, and Joe stopped himself as you approached your hotel. “Aren’t you coming up?” you asked, and Joe grimaced. 

“Not tonight, love,” he told you gently. “You’re drunk. It’s not right.” 

Although you were disappointed and pouted, you felt relieved that he had the good sense to recognize that and not try to take advantage of you in any way. “Fine,” you said. “Can I at least, like, get your phone number or something?”

Joe smiled softly. “Sure,” he said, and he told you an England-based number. You had glommed onto the fact that he was British, what with the accent and certain stories he told, but he had never told you where he lived. Now, you were narrowing in on him. You saved it in your phone as Italy Joe, and you grinned at him. 

“Can I get a goodbye kiss too?” you asked, and Joe chuckled. 

“You’re incorrigible, aren’t you?” he said. 

“Yeah, well, it’s my best quality,” you giggled. “Please?”

Joe locked eyes with you, and you shivered under his intense gaze. Carefully, he tugged you close to him again, and he gave your cheek a firm kiss before he drifted away. “Since you asked so nicely,” he whispered. “Good night, darling.”

“G’night,” you told him, and you went back into your hotel, dreams of the mysterious Joe already swimming around your head. You definitely were going to call him tomorrow.

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[faegoddessog]

Not 'till Monday

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, clit play, fellatio, cum swallowing, cunnilingus, snowballing (male to female), Austin taking SUCH good care of you is SO many ways.

Summary: Recovering from surgery is tough. Doing it with Austin at your side is amazing with one exception-no orgasms allowed. I mean how did the doctor expect you to NOT be turned on when Austin is caring for you? It was fine for the first bit, but as you near the end of your blackout period it gets harder and harder, especially when he's vowed to abstain as well. Monday morning could not come soon enough and that goes for the both of you.

A/N: This little one shot was inspired by a convo with @purejasmine. I basically vomited it up in 24 hours. There are wee references to my other works and yeah, I have completely self serving fantasy that he'd read my work and go... 'damn... that's hot'. LOL! Let a girl dream!!!

Enjoy! let know if you'd like to be added to my tags list!

@purejasmine @slowsweetlove @richardslady121 @austinbutlerslovers

You weren’t gonna read it, your T-besties new dirty smut,  but the line just jumped out at you and now you couldn’t stop reading and re-reading just that one line.

“Is this what you want? For me to fill you with my cock?” 

Holy. Fuck. You shouldn’t be, but you are so fucking turned on right now. The fucking buzzing and throbbing of your pussy is out of control! Fuck! It is so intense, it's no joke.  You give in and read on. When you get to the mutual orgasm part, you squirm in your seat feeling your wetness literally bubbling out. What the actual fuck!

“I can control myself” you think, literally shaking.

Your throat vibrates with a needy groan as you toss your head back. ”Stop triggering me, bro!” you assert to the ceiling. 

“Are you ok, Princess?” his concerned voice calls down the hall from your bedroom. 

“Yes, I’m fine.. Well not fine.. But I’m ok” you shake your head, sighing, texting your t-bestie to fucking stop, tongue in cheek of course. You never want her to stop. 

“What’s wrong, what’d I do Baby,” his voice is hot in your ear, just moments before his hand crosses your upper chest. 

“Nothing you did Austin, my love. She’s just at it again,” you hold up your phone to show him the latest smut. 

“Princess, you should not tempt yourself. You know the doctor said no orgasms, not until Monday. You can hold out a couple more days,” he lightly kisses your cheek and walks around to sit on the couch with you. 

“I know, I know and I’ve been really good and you’ve been amazing. But she writes you so well… plus just having you around keeps me wet all the time.” 

“MMM I know, that’s one of a long list of my favorite things about you,” he purrs at you.

Austin has been a freaking angel sent from the beyond since your surgery.  Well, longer than that. He’s cooked for you, made sure you’ve stayed on top of your pain meds, stayed up at night to hold you in his arms until you fall asleep. He’s never missed a chance to take your walks with you. Even though they’ve had to be a little slower than usual. He holds your hand and points out animals and trees and the beauty of nature. You are so in love with him, he is the best thing that ever happened in your life. He even declined a project that was supposed to be starting this month because he knew you’d need him. 

“Bah, there will be others,” he’d said when you had protested, “I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it anyway. And I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you after surgery.” 

The flip side is that everything he does just turns you on, he is like your own personal interactive pornography. You have excellent self control, something you’d had to cultivate in your previous, toxic relationship. But this was testing your limits, you were starting to have a hard time concentrating on anything.

“I love that you don’t get weirded out by reading her smut that is about you.”  You nestle into his arms.  You two frequently read her stories together, getting so turned on that you fucked like bunnies. She absolutely loved the idea that her mind fuckery got the two of you off. 

“Heck no, not when she’s given us some of the best fucking ideas… like that one about cockwarming…or the one where I dominate you and call you Pet… damn that was one hot time.” He reaches down and adjusts himself. It’s been a while for him too, he vowed no orgasms for himself in solidarity. 

“Sweetheart,” you cover his hand with your own, your pinky brushing his burgeoning bulge, “if you want to you can jerk off. You want to cum in my mouth?” You feel bad for him, and you fucking love the taste of his cum. The idea of it makes your pussy throb. 

“No, no my Princess. I made a vow and I’m sticking to it. Besides, I was once a teenaged boy, I’ve had plenty of hard-ons that I’ve not played with, and I KNOW how hot that makes you. No way.” 

 He stands up and offers both hands to help you stand up. 

“C’mon, I have a surprise for you.” 

He leads you down the hallway, through your shared bedroom and into the bathroom. The tub is filled with steaming water, the scent of lavender and chamomile drift in the air. Two glasses of sparkling water and a plate of your favorite foods sit by the side. You two bought this house in part because of the huge tub. Both of you love baths and wanted something big enough that you could share. 

Austin helps you strip naked, put your hair up, and get into the bath before stripping off his clothes. If this was supposed to help you calm down, it’s a disaster. You fucking love the sight of him. He has been working out especially hard and he is fucking ripped right now. His lats pop and the ripples of his torso are fucking gorgeous as he bends to pull his joggers off. He doesn't quite get the first leg off and hops a little, giggling. He is so adorable and sexy at the same time, quite the enigma.  

You lean forward as he slides in behind you. You feel the hardness of his cock slide down your back and nestle at the base of your spine. He wraps you in his kind, gentle, strong arms. You melt. 

“Fuck Austin, I know you meant this to help… but it’s fucking hot,” you are struggling to keep your hips still.

“You want me to run some cold water?” he says helpfully. 

You purse your lips and twist to look at him. He is smiling ear to ear, chuckling. He knows what you meant. 

“Just wait love,” he whispers in your ear, “wait and I'll give you the most mind-blowing orgasm with my mouth in a couple days.  Then I’ll cum on your tongue, but you have to promise to swallow.” As though you’d ever do anything else but swallow his seed. His cock twitches against your back, his teasing of you is turning him on too. 

“Austin, you are not actually helping.” you giggle. Giggling is the only recourse you have right now. You fucking love this teasing, love this mind fuckery. At least you know you’ll get it eventually. Get his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his body, his cock, his cum. FUCK now YOU are not helping. 

“I’m sorry my love, here let me feed you. At least we can appease your slutty tastebuds if not your slutty pussy,” he kisses your cheek and grabs the plate. 

“My pussy isn’t slutty!” you say with mock indignation, “it’s only for you Austin. How can it be slutty?” 

“Mmm, you are right,” he reaches down to cup your pussy in his hand, but stops himself just before plunging into the water. making a fist instead 

“Your wickedly wonton pussy, then” he breathes into your ear. Dear goddess in heaven, he is not making this easy.

He proceeds to give you little tidbits of perfectly cooked bacon, rare steak with goats cheese, roasted root veggies, fruit and yogurt, perfectly ripe avacados. You suck the bits off his fingers as he feeds you. 

“My Princess needs her protein for healing,” he kept saying every time he cooked for you inthe past two weeks. He did, indeed, treat you like a princess. 

The next two days pass without incident. There are no new story updates, and Austin keeps it surprisingly G rated. Though there is an undercurrent of sexual tension throughout the house. Sunday night is like fucking Chistmas eve, the anticipation is driving you mad in the best kind of way. As you cuddle on the couch watching a film, a standard Sunday night in your joint home, his arm is draped over your shoulder. His fingers lightly stroke your collarbone. You think they are shaking slightly, as though he is a nervous teenager hoping for a gratuitous movie theater-like grope session.   Is your mind playing fuckery tricks with you? 

You hear him sigh. It’s nothing to do with the movie on the screen. You thread your fingers through his, rubbing your thumb on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you. You tilt your head up to look at his perfect face. His little dimple appears, the one that you can’t help but kiss. Now is no different. You lean up and press your lips to his. His fingers curl around yours as he deepens the kiss almost instantly. You are instantly wet, well, more so than you always are with him. Your tongues touch then caress lips. Lips are momentarily trapped by teeth, before opening to be sucked and stroked by tongues ones again. God his kisses are like fuel to your fire. Your hand drops to his chest, and you turn towards him, fully engaging in the act of kissing this perfectly amazing man. Kissing that quickly ripens into full on making out, including his hand sliding up your shirt to fondle your breasts. Movie theater grope session indeed. 

The blaze of passion that ignites in your belly is ridiculous. This is the first time you’ve really kissed like this since the surgery.  The forbidden fruit effect is full on. The fact that you can't have it, makes you want it all the more.  

‘Fuck it’, you think, your mind clouded with lust, ’what is a few less hours.’

You move to straddle him and at the same time your hand reaches to undo the button on your jeans. 

“Whoa, Princess,” his deep voice husky with desire, “not below the waist, not until tomorrow.”

“But…” your face is a mask of petulance, forehead crinkled down and lip stuck out. Your frustration is evident. 

“No, my Love, I promised I’d take care of you and that means following doctors orders. No orgasms until Monday, and four weeks still until I get to sink into your tightness,” he reaches out to pet your protruding lip with one long finger. The finger that you want rubbing your clit right now. “I’m sorry I gave in to temptation, Baby.” With both hands he tilts your head down and kisses your forehead. 

You close your eyes, breathing deep. He is right, dammit. 

Later that night, he is propped up against the headboard. You curl up in his arms, grateful for his love of a good snuggle. He opens the book he is reading out loud to you. His gorgeous baritone lulls you to sleep.

You must be in an orchard, you have to be. What else smells like vanilla and citrus? The tall grass you are walking through brushes against your naked butt. The grass reaches and gropes along your thighs, trying to get to your pussy.  It feels good, the grass caresses your ass. You realize it’s not the grass but a shining ethereal being standing next to you, hands cupping your genitals front and back. Warmth radiates from its hands and soaks into your skin. You feel an intrusion inside you, malleable and warm. A sense of peace glows in you, from the inside out and the light erupts from your sacral chakra, like water over pouring from a vase. It feels divine, like an orgasm of light. Then you feel a concentrated rubbing against your mons. You hear a moaning and realize it’s your voice. 

You come to full waking consciousness and feel Austin next to you, on his side.  The palm of his hand rubbing circles on your vulva. You realize you have been moaning and just came in your dream, or maybe here in waking life too. 

“Yeah,” you hear in your ear, “that’s it, cum for me.” You can smell the orange and vanilla on his wrist as he brushes hair away from your face.

You eyes flutter open so see Austin staring at you, biting his bottom lip, nostrils flaring. When he sees your eyes open, his mouth curves just enough to expose the dimple at the corner of his lip. That fucking dimple, it melts you. Then his mouth is on yours hard and fast, the clean taste indicating that he brushed his teeth and rinsed with mouthwash. 

His finger dips inbetween your labia, you are so fucking wet, he doens’t even need to pull wetness over your clit. It’s already bathed in your juices. You are pretty sure that you already came once, which is fantastic as you were nervous that something inside might hurt when you finally got to orgasm. 

His fingers start working their magic, circling the hood of your clit, over and over. Then switching side to side. His mouth is constantly on yours. You want to stop him and tell him you want his beautiful mouth on your pussy, but it all feels so good. Usually he would gradually get faster, but he keeps a steady pace. It’s mere minutes and your orgasm washes over you. Your body freezes,  spine jerking and your little grunts are swallowed by Ausitn’s mouth. 

“That’s my girl,” he gently pets your vulva, “How was that my love?” 

“Please, please keep going,” you pant, eyes pleading for the overstimulation that he is so freaking good at. You can’t stop your hips from pushing forward and back against his hand.

“No babe, we are gonna take it slow at first,” he smiles, eyes full of love, “don’t want anything to… burst or whatever with a crazy hard orgasm.”

“Hmmmmm” your voice whines, “can I at least have your cum, baby. I need it.”

“That I can do,” he nods imperceptibly, “C’mere sugar.”

You help him pull back the covers as you sit up,  unwrapping his gorgeously perfect naked form next to you. His cockstand is a fucking dream, thick and long lying on his chiseled stomach. Your pussy practically drips at the sight of it.  You snag the bottle of water from the bedside table and quickly drain it. 

“Get that mouth down there, I need to be wet,” his voice is grizzly with need. 

You could live off Austin’s cum. In fact you usually get it almost every day. The past two weeks have been torture, not having his milky seed in your mouth. 

Eagerly you straddle his leg, bending down. He pulls your hair, still in its sleepy bunny ears, away from your face. He fucking loves watching your mouth on him. You lick your lips, looking at his eyes as he tucks one hand behind his head for a better view.  He knows you struggle with your gag reflex and he has never asked you to go beyond your comfort zone. 

Tongue out, you lick his soft tip. He releases a shaky sigh. He has missed this too. You bring your lips together pushing saliva out between the seam with your tongue, letting it run down his cock. You push your closed mouth down, tongue flicking his tiny hole. You seal your lips over his red tip,  chasing the rivulets and sucking them back up as you pull back. You dive down again, only taking his tip. Your cheeks hollow and the sound of wet suction follows. 

“Oh my god, Princess” he breathes.

You rub your smiling lips along his tip in a figure eight, like lip balm. You love hearing his sounds of pleasure. You engulf his head again, just a little farther this time. Your tongue rubs side to side along his frenulum. You bob up and down, up and down, tongue working him, slurping on the end of his cock.  

He moans, his hand rubbing down his stomach to the inside curve of his pelvis. His thumb and forefinger catching up the root of his cock. His long middle and ring fingers falling in the crevice next to his balls. 

“Yeah, that’s it gorgeous. Get me all wet with that pretty mouth,” he croons at you. His glutes start flexing slightly,  pushing his cock up. He’s trying for all he’s worth not to fuck your mouth. 

“Princess, I gotta… I’m… I need…oh god” he moans, not able to finish any sentence. You pull back as he holds his hand out, you drip spit into his hand and he wraps that big fist around that big cock. His hips thrusting up into his hand almost violently. He is so considerate and didn't want to do that into your mouth and make you choke. Clearly the last two weeks have taken their toll on his self control. 

You love seeing him play with himself. Last summer,  you ‘caught’ him jerking off. He had thought you had left.  You’d ran back inside to get something you forgot when you heard his moan. Peeking through the door, your pussy had gotten so wet when you saw him sitting at his desk, laptop open. You had almost slipped into his office to help, but when you realized what he was watching, you were too beguiled to interrupt. It was a video you two had made. A close up of your lips around his cock, both oral and vaginal. You didn’t let him know you were there, but you watched through the sliver of the door as he stroked himself to climax. Your hand was down your pants and your finger on your wet, wet clit.  It was so fucking hot. You loved the idea of being his porn. 

Now, your pussy is again activated watching him pump himself. You realize you have lowered down to his knee and are rubbing your wet pussy on his thigh, riding him.

“Fuck, Princess. That is so hot, you are dripping down my leg,” he seethes through his clenched jaw. “GAH!” he tosses his head back, a sure sign that he is close. His hand speeds up, and stops, speeds up and stops, edging himself just a bit. His forehead is pulled down in concentration, his plush lips form a little ‘o’ as he pants.

Holy fuck, he could not be hotter in this moment. His bicep bulging,  his pecs popped, abs contracted and tight, forearm veiny with effort, thigh flexed and wet with your juices.  Your mouth is open, tongue flicking.nYour pussy lips dragging back and forth over his skin. Fuck, it feels so good. So much deprivation has made you ultra sensitive. 

“Get that greedy tongue down there, so I can cum all over it,” he puffs out. 

You tip your head down. His legs are long enough that you can still rub against him and reach his cock with your mouth. Your tongue is out ready to catch. 

“Yesssss, here it comes,” he moans. 

The warm milky cum spatters your tongue, you know how much he likes to see it hit your mouth.  He groans in appreciation. Then you are down on him, sucking lightly, not wasting a single drop. It’s so fucking hot, such an activation for you to have his cum in your mouth. You sit up and grind into his tight quads just at the insertion on the patellar tendon. It's the perfect dune of muscle to rub your clit on.  You moan around your mouthful of cum, your tongue rubbing it along the roof of your mouth. 

“That’s it Princess, get it,” his hand is still on his cock, lightly stroking himself. He is so fucking turned on with your wanton display. His other hand is on your knee, somehow wanting to help, but not wanting to interrupt your flow. 

Your pussy tightens, good lord the friction feels good. Just as you can feel yourself tipping over that brink, you let his cum slide down your throat. Your eyes roll back in your head and your pussy gushes as your hips freeze forward. Your hips and head jerk in unison, grinding your pussy down on him with each jerk. It’s nearly overstimulating… nearly. 

You fall forward onto him, ass in the air, panting, shaking. He catches you with waiting arms. 

Cradling your head on his chest. 

“You good, Princess?” there is just a touch of concern in his voice. You love how he loves you. 

You nod, slowly getting your breath under control.

“Could be better,” you look up at him with a glint in your eye. 

“Oh yeah,” he gently swipes at a creamy drop on the corner of your mouth, offering the drop to your mouth. You greedily lick it from his finger. 

“Yeah,” you say after rolling the salty tang around your mouth, “I, uh, I seem to remember a promise a certain hot fucking man made me. One of a mindblowing orgasm with his talented mouth.” You smile at him,  running a finger along  the border of his lips. Those perfect fucking lips. 

“Oh yeah, when is he getting here?” he jests, chuckling.

You purse your lips and shake your head, you love his silly goofy side.

“Austin,” you kiss his mouth then roll off him, legs wide,”get down there and make good.” 

His eyes smolder at you, he loves it when you have just a touch of command in your voice. It usually doesn't last long, as he likes being in control in the bedroom, but it turns him on nonetheless. 

“Yes Ma’am,” he nods. Catlike he flips on top of you and slides down your body. In supporting his upper body weight, his shoulders bulge and ripple. That and his ocean blue eyes never leaving yours is enough to set you off.

He wraps his arms under your upper thighs. 

He inhales the smell of you.

His eyes close and he moans in pleasure. 

His mouth opens and he drags his tongue along your lips. 

“Just nothing in, not yet” you remind him. 

The apples of his cheeks pop as he smiles up at you, “I know darling.”

His tongue rolls around under your clit, pushing between your labia. He laps your little lips into his mouth, sucking them gently. 

You moan at the sensations, god you’ve missed his mouth. 

He nestles down at the bottom of your entrance and with a flickering tongue licks your wetness up, sucking your clit lightly into his mouth at the top.

 It’s fucking amazing. 

He licks again, his bottom lip dragging after his tongue, over and over. Until he settles on top of your clit. One hand slips from your leg and you feel two fingers press, not into your vagina, but in the crevices on either side of your lips. He licks your nub with the tip of his tongue and  presses rhythmically on the legs of your clitoris from the outside, milking your pussy. It feels incredible, you had no idea that was a thing, at least not for your body. 

Your juices start to flow freely, dribbling down. He greedily licks as much of it up as he can, sucking hard on your labia. Then his mouth closes wholly over your clit and the top bits of your lips. He sucks, the tip of his tongue flickering over the hard little button. 

Oh fuck it’s good. He is good. Better than good, with his fingers working their magic. Your hands fly to his hair, fingers tangled in his unruly locks. Breath flutters out his nostrils and onto your pubis. Your hips start pumping against his pretty face. You know he loves it when you just let go and let your body react. He starts groaning, his hips mimic yours, driving against the folds of the sheets under him. The fact that he is so turned on by eating your pussy is exhilarating. The vibrations of his moans send your pussy into overdrive. All of a sudden you are there; screaming, grunting, shaking under the magnificence that is Austin’s mouth. Pleasure floods your body. You writhe.  He shifts, letting go the suction and licks long, sensuous strokes along your quivering cunt. He flicks your clit at the top each time, making you shake in aftershocks, making you drip that much more. He closes his mouth wide over your pussy, sucking hard. Then, with a closed mouth he pushes up to his knees over you. His cock is rock hard and jutting out from his lean form. He is a fucking dream. He leans his head forward and dribbles a mixture of your juices and his spit onto his cock and into his hand. 

“God I miss doing that to you,” he moans.

You are panting, watching the sex god Austin stroke himself. His hooded eyes are brimming with desire and lust. 

“Touch yourself,” he commands, “I want to watch.” 

You immediately obey, your finger rubbing back and forth on your swollen clit.

“Yes, finger that clit, Princess,” it’s taking all he has not to slide into you, but he would never endanger your health like that. 

Your finger runs in circles around your clit.

“Pull your lips apart, I want to see it all,” his tone is intense, brooking no argument. 

You spread yourself for him and continue to circle your clit. Anything for Austin. He spits into his hand again, and continues to pump fiercely on his cock.

“Pull up, I want that little hood pulled back,” he is huffing, his face contorted and serious, “I want you to feel my hot cum as it hits your naked clit.” 

Oh. My. God. He has never said that, never done that. Your finger stops rubbing and pulls back your clitoral hood. The cooler air hits your exposed clit. You moan and clench. He watches as your pussy contracts, his breath hissing between his teeth. He glides hard on his cock. 

“Keep it up, don’t touch it.” His chest  expands in a deep, deep breath. His orgasmic groan begins as a rumble in his chest and blasts out his mouth in unrequited vowel sounds. Hot semen hits your vulnerable clit, it’s like fucking lightning. Your back arches and your hips shake, your orgasm is inches away. All you have to do is rub… but he told you not to. 

Suddenly and unexpectedly,  his mouth is sucking on you and hard. His tongue rubbing in his cum, back and forth over your clit. Your climax explodes over you like fireworks. You are so fucking lit.  Your spine and hips jerk, bouncing you on the bed.   He rides you down, lapping up his cum from you. Then he is over you, kissing you deeply with a mouthful of his own, sweet cum. It’s intoxicating, mind blowing, hallucinatory and nearly makes you orgasm again. You swallow every drop, curling your tongue into his mouth, desperate to get it all into you.

He pulls away shaking, having given you the same cum a second time. Clearly he found it just as electrifying. 

“Fuck that was unbearably hot, Princess,” he pants.

Your head shakes as you nod up and down, still completely aroused. You pull his fingers between your legs. 

“Rub Austin, please,” you beg. 

Austin can’t resist it when you beg like that. 

You spend the rest of the day either in bed, in the bath or in the kitchen. Austin made you cum in all of them. Orgasm Day, you’d come to call it, your own personal annual holiday.  Now, only 4 more weeks and the medical ‘ok’ until you get to feel his thick cock stretching your tight little pussy. Until then, well it’s Austin’s cum for breakfast, Austin’s cum for dinner and Austin’s cum for a midnight snack. 

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Dialogue:

“i just wanted to remind you that you're doing a great job, and to keep up the hard work! i know that it can sometimes be a bit difficult but i promise your dedication and efforts will pay off.”

“If I could make everything better with a hug, I'd hug you the whole day until it was all okay”

“I can’t even explain in words, how much I love you”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”

“If you're hurting, please tell me. I don't know what it feels like, but I want to be here for you.”

“I want to understand what you're going through. I'm on your side. You are not in this alone”

“It’s just you and me against the world”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“I’ll never let you go, don’t worry”

“I’m better when I’m with you”

“Because I love you!”

“Shut up and kiss me”

“Please don’t leave me”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.

“How about a kiss?”

“Your bed head is really cute”

“I love it when you get cuddly like this”

“Here, let’s share the blanket”

“But I wanna hear you sing!”

“You don’t ever have to pretend. Not with me. Not ever.”

“Just tell me everything’s gonna be okay.”

“I love you. Every part of you. Even the parts you don’t like.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything. We can just sit here”

“I can stay, if you want.”

“I’m not going anywhere”

“You look really beautiful in the moonlight”

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Giving you a nickname

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Hearing your laugh

Walking together

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When you ask them to help you w your homework

Reactions when you fall asleep on them

When you wear their clothes

Dates w them

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The Actor & I: PART SIX – Well, goodnight Ana

This is part SIX of a very long, SLOW BURN series on Austin Butler and a Production Assistant on set of Elvis (2022).

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Breathe, Ana, just breathe. Why did I answer so fast? I don’t know what to say…

“Hiii, of course it’s ok,” I say back quietly. Why am I talking so quietly? I live alone…Ana what are you doing?

“I just thought it’d be easier to talk on the phone,” he whispers back. Is he whispering because I was? Or is he with someone? Probably Vanessa…right?

“Yeah, for sure…I was worried I crossed a line with my last text to be honest…” I say a bit louder, but still softly because I’m embarrassed to be having to say this out loud now. Ana, you are an adult. Get it together!

He interrupts me as I’m trying to find a nice way to apologize for stepping over a professional line, “Ana, not at all. It’s so nice to have someone positive in my corner right now. I’ve been feeling imposter syndrome all day. Like this isn’t really happening to me.” He lowers his voice a bit, “I really needed to hear all that…and it means a lot coming from you.”

It means a lot coming from ME?! I’m blushing as he continues to say, “since we’ll be working so closely together on this. It’s nice knowing you’ll be there to help me when I’m feeling off or down.”

Yeah Ana, since you’ll be WORKING…FOR HIM. Sure, he’s not your official boss, but you’re his PA on set. You do what he says or asks for. Get it together. He means all this professionally…

“Austin, I told you, I’m here for you. Whether that means hyping you up when you need it or getting you coffee, which I should nail down your coffee order,” I joke to him trying to keep it professional, but sincere.

He laughs back. My god, that is the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard. Wow, Ana stop it right now, we literally just went through this. This is for WORK. He’s just being nice to you.

“Ana, coffee is the least of the things I’ll be asking for,” he says jokingly. Uhhhh, I know he doesn’t mean it in a sexual way, but…. My cheeks instantly burn, they have to be red hot. “But it’s just iced black coffee,” he continues and laughs a bit.

“Good to know boss, good to know. What else should I know? Allergic to peanut butter? A morning person or a night owl? What’s the basics on my Elvis Presley,” I joke back in a playful voice.

“Well Ana, how much time do you have,” he laughs back. The next few hours fly by as we laugh about Austin being a night owl, like myself, him telling me his favorite foods and me jokingly yelling at him about why he’s wrong about liking red grapes. Eventually, I see the time and panic.

“Austin, we’ve been on the phone for so long. It’s almost 4 AM and I have to be up in 2 hours to be at work,” I blurt out, but immediately start laughing and he laughs back. The last few hours have been filled with easy conversation like we’ve known each other for years. When was the last time I talked to someone for so long…and so openly? I wonder what he thinks.

“I had no idea it was so late, I’m supposed to be getting beauty sleep, right?” Austin chuckles as he says it.

“Like you need beauty rest,” I think to myself…wait…did I actually say that out loud? Oh my god, ANA!!!! I quickly laugh, “sorry I am just realizing how tired I am. As much as I want to continue telling you you’re wrong about Swiss cheese, I’m gonna need to not be in bed to talk to you and actually use the bed for sleep now.”

Phew, hopefully that was a quick save and he didn’t realize I was saying he didn’t need beauty rest…because he’s beautiful…

Austin chuckles and sighs, “I guess I need to do the same. But I’ve really loved talking to you and getting to know you. I’m more excited now to work with you. Like I have a friend alongside me in this.”

I smile the biggest dorky smile and realize he cannot hear that reaction on the phone… “I’m excited too. You’re gonna be so great, Austin.”

I hear nothing but silence… Hopefully he’s smiling? Or is he weirded out? “Sorry, I was smiling and realized that doesn’t work on the phone… I really am just so happy to have you for this, Ana.”

“I think we both need sleep, Austin. I’m gonna let you go so I’m not further responsible for the star of the movie I’m assisting on being tired the day after accepting the role,” I giggle.

“Ok, ok. The giggle got me, you win. I’m gonna text you tomorrow to see how you do at work. I feel like I owe you a coffee or two. Well, goodnight Ana,” he says goodnight so softly and sweet. Do I really have to hang up? I just wanna keep talking to him…

“Thank you for calling… goodnight Mr. Presley,” I whisper and hang up before I can keep talking. What a night…

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Part 2 - Scars To Your Beautiful

Warnings: Fluff. Smut - hand jobs, oral, ass play. Saliva. 

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Jesus paces in the large open space, trying his best to listen to the ongoing meeting but his mind going back to the fact Daryl was almost four hours overdue for check in.  Hearing Rick sigh and clocking him watching, Jesus decides to take his leave and go try and do something useful - Daryl will need more bolts and they were all low on 9mm bullets. 

~~

The sun was setting when the radio Jesus carried crackled and Daryl’s voice came through as a whisper of broken communications.  He was close enough to radio but only just. 

“I’m safe for now. I’m hiding.”

“We got caught up in a hoard and had to split up.”

“I need to get back to the bike…”

“…but I need to wait.”

“Don’t respond. I’ll be in touch.”

Jesus watched his radio waiting for more but ultimately nothing came and after half an hour waiting he grabbed it and jogged to Rick. 

“…so do we just wait now?” Jesus leaned against a doorframe. “They have to be close enough, right? I mean what’s the range of these?” Holding the radio in his hand in case anything else came through. 

“Since they’ve been souped up, at least two miles… Yeah, we have to wait.  Look I wanna go out there to find them as much as you do but we don’t have the manpower to search an entire two mile radius… especially with a hoard close by.”

Jesus stands and stares off, tapping the radio antennae against his lips.  He knew damn well Daryl and the rest of the team could look after themselves and the fact he had checked in was a good sign, but it didn’t stop him worrying about what could happen before the next check in. 

He phased back into Rick standing in front of him with a hand on his shoulder “…they’ll be okay. They all will and we’ll be ready to help them when they get back.” Jesus nods and sighs “okay, well I’m gonna go on watch tonight at the gate.” Rick nods and offers a soft smile, no words needed in response.  

~~

Luckily for Jesus the night was warm and he only had himself for company; the last thing he wanted was small talk or gossip about what was happening at the time.  He had made sure his radio was charged and the search lights ready, just in case.  There was a low hum, almost a drone, in the far distance and everyone was worried it was the hoard getting too close to their home.  There were plans to move them off but nothing concrete yet until the recon came back with information on where it was heading. 

Kal appears on the tower in Jesus’ peripheral and nods “I’ve just heard from Tara… she found Andy, Morgan, Rosita and Abraham…they’re heading in now.  They haven’t had contact with Daryl since you have but they think they know where he is.”

“Are they going to find him or are they gonna tell us where so we can go find him?” Jesus keeps his eyes forward, his words steady and to the point but not rude. 

“Abraham spotted a broken down windmill on the next border, Morgan and Rosita are heading out that way.”

Jesus nods and stands when he sees the lights of a car coming up the entrance road. Eduardo lifts and activates a search light to see Abraham’s car while Kal disappears to open the front gate to let them in. Jesus remains in his spot watching the road; noting how scratched up the rest of the team were and worrying about Daryl’s possible injuries. 

~~

The next three hours ticked by at almost a snail’s pace but Jesus stood at the watchtower looking out; tunnel vision had set in long ago and the drone of noise from the distance was almost meditative to him at this stage.  He was so far inside his own head that he jumped out of his skin when the radio crackled to life.  It wasn’t Daryl’s voice, it was Rosita. 

“We got him.”

Three simple words broke Jesus out of his thoughts and made him look across to the other watchtower; Eduardo had heard it too and was standing ready. 

“We need a med team.”

Jesus felt his heart drop to his stomach at the second transmission.  He sighs and swallows thickly before radioing back “they’ll be ready…”

~~

First, Daryl had been forced off the road by the hoard when it had changed direction; a loud siren had begun to wail and had directed it toward Daryl.  There was nowhere for him to go except into a ditch and on the run; by the time the siren had stopped he was so far off track he couldn’t double back without problems.  

While trying to find somewhere to hold up, Daryl had then been attacked by a raid group who had been tracking the recon group since they had left the Hilltop; he had managed to down three of the six but not without his own injuries.  The remaining three were taken care of by some lone walkers who were joining the hoard. Daryl had barely limped away and gotten to safety; he had managed to somehow scale the windmill and climb up into the top hatch, well out of the way.   By the time the hoard had passed through it was dark and Daryl couldn’t drag himself out of the mill.  

Rosita had brought back word that the hoard that trailed Daryl was small compared to what everyone could hear in the distance and that yes, they needed to direct them off away.

Jesus had stood outside the medical bay waiting to be told he could go in. There had been Daryl’s raised voice insisting he stayed away and then hushed exasperated whispers from those treating him.  Eventually Jesus had gotten impatient and had simply walked in without an invite.

Daryl was sitting on a hospital bed in nothing but unbuttoned pants and boots; he was trying to leave.  

“Daryl let them treat you…”

“Go!” He winced and grabbed his blood soaked shirt, quickly pulling it on. 

“No…” Jesus shakes his head “if you’re leaving here then I’ll come with you but I’m not leaving you to heal alone.”

“Just.. please!?” The normally tough man rubs his face and is clearly close to tears. 

“I’ll take care of him.” Jesus nods to the team, ignoring Daryl’s protests and walks over to help him stand.  “That shirt is gonna need soaking.”

Daryl attempts to push his boyfriend away but fails with his half-hearted attempt, deciding to just nod and stand silently. 

It was Jesus doing all the talking as they took a slow walk back to their housing. There were moments when he could tell Daryl wanted to say something and Jesus gave him the time to speak but he always backed out and just shook his head.

Daryl was exhausted by the time he was sat on their bed and had no more fight left in him when Jesus began to undress him and ready a wash basin for a bed bath.  

“Paul… please don’t…” he whispered. 

“Don’t what baby?” He gently started to wash Daryl from head to toe; he didn’t mind the grime but nobody should stay covered in blood - especially when you couldn’t tell whose it was. 

“You don’t… I mean… I can do this.”

Jesus chuckles “you can barely walk… let me look after you.” His hands cupped Daryl’s face gently. 

He knew Daryl had bad scars, he had never seen them before now.  Daryl had kept them hidden away from him, seemingly ashamed - though Jesus couldn’t work out why.

“They don’t bother me D…” he says softly. “…I know they bother you…”

“You don’t know anything.” He grumbles.

“Hey… hey baby this is me.” Jesus knees before Daryl. “You don’t have to be defensive with me. I’m not going to judge you.” He didn’t take Daryl’s comments personally; he had built up so many walls around himself to protect from hurt that Jesus knew he still had some bricks to break out. 

Daryl nods “Sorry…I’m just… I…” he sighs and shakes his head “I don’t want you to see me differently.”

“I don’t… you haven’t changed, you’re still you. They’re a part of you and I love every part of you.” Jesus strokes his thumbs over Daryl’s cheeks and pecks his nose lightly. “Let’s get you clean and comfortable so you can heal, okay?” He picks up the wash cloth and finishes washing Daryl down until his skin is clean; free of dirt and blood for at least a little while.

“I know what would make me feel a little more comfortable..” Daryl smirks and blushes instantly.

“Oh..?” Jesus walks back from emptying the wash basin. 

Daryl leans back on his bent forearms, tilts his head and moves his legs further apart, watching his boyfriend catch on and break into laughter “you’re working on asking for what you want from me, I see. Good boy.��

Daryl relaxes and smiles; those two words had multiple effects on him depending on their context. Regardless, he loved hearing them from Jesus’ mouth.  He wasn’t used to this kind of praise at all and it had taken some work for him not to tense at the words and to realise the praise was genuine. 

Anyone looking at the pair would assume Daryl was the more dominant of them. In reality it was Jesus who had slightly more experience in relationships than Daryl.  The biker found it hard to ask for what he wanted and often left Jesus guessing; he had promised to work on this and to Jesus it looked like it was working. 

Checking the door was locked, Jesus then walks over while sweeping his hair up and tying it in a pale green hair tie from a pack Daryl had found a while ago.  

Climbing onto the bed and helping Daryl sit up, Jesus smiles and gently runs his hands down the scars. 

“Paul…”

“Sshh..” leaving around to kiss him “trust me.”

Daryl tries to relax a little and closes his eyes when he feels Jesus’ lips on his skin; light kisses trail over every scar, finger tips follow the same paths Jesus’ lips make until every dark, raised line has been attended to.

Jesus lays Daryl back again, kissing him deeply with a hand on his cheek, trailing it down his neck and across collarbone. He kept his touch light and made Daryl break out in goosebumps following his fingers down his chest and ribs, stomach and stopping just shy of Daryl’s cock.  He leans up and slowly moves off the bed to kneel between Daryl’s parted thighs. 

They’d not had any prolonged time alone together to do anything since before they’d got word about the hoard a few weeks before and while this didn’t necessarily affect Jesus as such - because he was a teasing brat at the best of times - Daryl had since discovered his needs and very much enjoyed having them taken care of. 

Jesus dipped his head and kissed his way up Daryl’s inner thigh, stopping just short of making contact with his cock and ghosting a light breath over him as he switched sides and kissed his way back down the other thigh.  Daryl’s breathing hitched as he felt Jesus’s hot breath on his cock and then groaned in frustration when his lips moved away. 

“God damnit Paul…”

Jesus smirked and nipped lightly, working his way back up the inner thigh.  He moved one of his hands slowly to mirror the path his lips had made and wrapped around Daryl’s hardening member, stroking slowly, feeling him get harder as his lips kept just missing where Daryl wanted them most. 

“Fucking tease!” Daryl hisses. 

“Use that language and I’ll tease you more… Who's the one in control here?” Squeezing his cock a little as he jerks him.”

“Please…” he breathes and closes his eyes. “Baby please..”

“That’s more like it.” Jesus smiles and flicks his tongue over the head of Daryl’s cock.  “Love hearing you beg.”

“Paul, baby… I want… I need your mouth around my dick.”

Jesus nods “good boy..” lowering his head and closing his lips around Daryl, sinking his head lower until he feels Daryl at the back of his throat, pubic hair against his nose. 

A low guttural groan fills the room and Daryl lays back fully on the bed, arms above his head.

Jesus hums and slowly pulls back to tease his tongue around the head; flicking and licking, pressing light kisses and then taking Daryl into his mouth again.  

Daryl was already breathing hard when Jesus stopped teasing and set a steady pace, making sure every inch of the cock was being praised by his mouth.  He swirled his tongue and hollowed his cheeks, a hand massaging Daryl’s balls as he bobbed his head along the length. 

“P-Paul… I’m.. I'm not gonna be able to…”

Jesus knew, he understood and instead of slowing or pulling away to prolong the pleasure and tease Daryl further he sped up and sucked harder; wanting to feel him release into his mouth.  It only took a few moments before Daryl was grunting and moaning with orgasm and Jesus swallowed around him hungrily, lapping to clean him up and smiling at the jolts of pleasure going through Daryl with every touch of his tongue. 

Laying on the bed gasping in breaths, Daryl swears under his breath and tries to steady his shaking legs; he always wanted it to last longer when Jesus gave him head but his mouth was pure bliss and it never took long for Daryl to be exploding into his boyfriend’s mouth. 

Jesus helped shuffle Daryl onto the bed properly and stripped himself down to lay beside him. 

“Feel better?” Pulling up the blanket to cover them both.

“Uh huh…” he nods a little, already falling asleep. 

Jesus chuckles and kisses Daryl sweetly “sweet dreams.”

#Darus #Desus #Daryl Dixon X Paul Rovia #Daryl Dixon #paul jesus rovia #paul jesus rovia fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead #the walking dead fan fiction

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i’m gonna make this place your home (Trilance) [Masterlist]

Pairing(s): Meliodas x Elizabeth, Tristan x Lancelot

Summary: The night before his 19th birthday, Meliodas meets Elizabeth, mysterious bartender and owner of the Boar's Hat tavern, and also the most beautiful woman that Meliodas has ever seen. From the moment he meets her, the Prince of Liones can't seem to keep her off his mind or manage to shake the feeling that she's familiar to him somehow. Things get even weirder when the feeling of familiarity also shows up with her son and the prince isn't quite sure if it's safe to get close or not, but he finds himself unable to stay away.

Tristan enjoys his life. Loves it, even. He works as a waiter at his mother's tavern and he gets to meet all sorts of people and learn all kinds of fascinating things as they travel throughout Britannia. He's happy with the life he lives and for the most part, he wouldn't change a thing. He's surrounded by family and the occasional friend. He doesn't need romantic love. Despite how much he loves his parents and longs for them to finally be permanently together, he's seen the pain they've been forced to go through just because of how they feel for each other. Tristan doesn't want that. He couldn't take it, he knows it. But one day, he stumbles upon a strange boy with hair like gold and eyes as deep as roses and Tristan suddenly finds himself in trouble.

The life Elizabeth has lead for the past 3,000 years hasn't been an easy one, but she's already gotten this far. And she wouldn't have, had it not been for her sister and dear friends, and eventually her son. She never wanted her own child to go through the pain of this dreaded curse between her and his father, but she’s also so glad that she has him. Even after all these years, the wounds for them both cut deep and Elizabeth just hopes that she can find a way to end her family’s torment soon.

He may not look it, but Lancelot is a romantic. He loves life and he loves love and at the ripe age of 18, he wants nothing more than to find someone to love the way that his mother and father love each other. Not only that, he’s bored. He craves an adventure, something new. And then one day, he gets exactly what he asked for. He stumbles upon a certain silver-haired beauty that flips his world completely on his head and he can’t wait to see what happens next.

Tag(s): Panic attacks, angst, fluff, slow burn, sexuality crisis, coming out, first kiss, makeout sessions, canon-typical violence, flirting, more tags will be added as the story continues

Song Inspiration: Home By Phillip Phillips

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Chapters List:

1. time won’t fly, it’s like i’m paralyzed by it - Posted 04/27/23

2. i wanna be so much more - Posted 05/05/23

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Fuck/Marry/Kill but with the last 3 fics you saved/bookmarked

Thanks @sillyunicorn @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @cutestkilla @fatalfangirl @bookish-bogwitch for the tags!

I’m apparently inconsistent on bookmarking stuff, but here we go here we go.

Get Well Soon by RoyalAsstronaut (M, Complete)

An AU which still has some elements that are a bit magicky, in that Baz is a doctor in the completely not Normal field of Empathoneurology, and Simon is a patient who keeps returning to him with medical problems like “a broken heart.” The whole concept is so fun and clever, it made me laugh and smile a stupid amount, and there’s some good smut too. Also, bonus points for having the best background Niamh. (That’s subjective I suppose, but if you don’t agree you’re wrong.)

What Lies Behind Doorways by @artsyunderstudy (M, Complete)

Changing the mood. I’m glad this happens to be in my last three bookmarks because it’s one of my favorite fics in all the land. It’s so good. The kind of so good that I think about it and my brain cells just short-circuit to a review as underwhelming as “so good.”

It follows Baz throughout moments inside and beyond canon where we see the trauma of his Coffin Time manifesting. Beautifully written, expresses the nuances of PTSD with absolute precision and puts words to all the things we struggle to express about it. Also, excellent portrayal of how trauma threads through the good (relationships, moments, etc), and how that good is still there and valid even if it doesn’t “fix” the bad, because sometimes they just live side by side. Also has one of my very favorite depictions of Baz and Penny’s friendship, and I could and do choose to believe this all happened right alongside canon.

Sorry not sorry for this mini essay but I’m up in my feels about it. (There’s also beautiful artwork. Obviously. Because it’s Ashton.)

Size You Up by @bookish-bogwitch (Teen, Complete)

Changing the mood again! Magical mishap (we love to see it), Baz ends up the size of a parakeet (literally how can it get better), they try to figure out a reversal and in the meantime Simon has to take care of him because it’s hard to do stuff when you’re six inches tall (what hey no way it got better). This fic is unbearably cute and witty and funny. And I know I already said “witty” which is essentially a synonym for “clever,” but I’m adding clever too. The dialogue is so snappy, and the descriptions! So perfect, and it all still feels very in-character.

Now imagine a drumroll, if you will.

Fuck: Have to go with Get Well Soon, what with it being the only one with sex more explicit than canon. Them’s the rules.

Marry: I’m writing my vows for What Lies Behind Doorways. I was saying “I do” before I finished the fic.

Kill: Size You Up, because alas, it had a moment or two that were too cute to be borne. I’ll regret my actions under the influence of that split-second of cute aggression for the rest of my life, I assure you.

I’m actually a little peeved that these ended up in order. Anywho, I’m late to the game so I’m gonna throw some tags and see what sticks: @moodandmist @mostlymaudlin @ileadacharmedlife @basiltonbutliketheherb and @artsyunderstudy (in case you thought that tag up there didn’t count)

#if anyone wants to gush about any of these fics slide into my dms I could go on #fic rec

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Numbers Game ~ Part 12

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 2823

Ao3 Link

Summary: Buggy finds out what happens when he breaks the rules, and what his role will be. You find out what happens when you say the wrong thing.

Author's Note: Got no more words left. Just look at the mess I've made 😅

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Hair-Pulling, Degradation, Unprotected Sex (stay safe out there), Foursome - F/M/M/M, Brat Handling, Vaginal Fingering, PIV Sex, Large Cock, Anal, Rough Oral Sex, Punishment, Come Shot, Dom Mihawk, Dom Crocodile, Sub Buggy, Spanking, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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“Wait—“ 

Your attempt to protect Buggy from whatever punishment they had in store for him was cut short by your own breathy moan. 

Crocodile had scooted higher up the bed, pressing his heavy cock to the back of your thighs, trapping you against Buggy and his own need. 

“Don’t worry, babygirl,” Crocodile rasped, smoothing his large hand down the side of your body. You shook against him as he pushed that linen shirt up your thigh, tracing your skin. “We won’t kill him for a first offense.”

You’d never heard someone’s gulp before, but the sound from Buggy’s throat made you reach for him. Your hand slid along his side, only to meet with Mihawk’s dangerous fingers.

“Good morning, rabbit,” he purred, keeping your fingers trapped against Buggy’s skin. “Did you feel safer sleeping with your pathetic little teddy bear last night?”

“Yes,” you confessed, tilting your head to meet those blue eyes, until Crocodile’s wandering hand made yours flutter closed. 

“Do you enjoy taking his cock off, and using it as a dildo?”

You weren’t the only one moaning at those words. Buggy’s hand tightened on your waist, with Crocodile’s creeping ever closer as his deep voice rolled through your body.

“Answer the question, sweetheart.”

“Yes, I enjoy using his cock.”

A soft whine left Buggy’s lips, but the swordsman’s grip on you both kept him from rutting against your thigh again. Mihawk propped up on an elbow to meet your gaze, an evil gleam in his eyes as he breathed against the whimpering man’s ear. 

“I didn’t think this clown could be useful for anything,” Mihawk taunted, “but it seems our little treasure has a favorite toy. Do you enjoy being used, Buggy?”

His shaft was painfully hard as he thrust against your thigh, the thin fabric of his pajamas growing damp.

“You seem busy,” Crocodile rasped toward the teasing swordsman, “so I’m gonna give my sweet girl some attention.”

“By all means. Be a good toy, and grab the lube over there.”

Buggy’s hands flew through the air, obeying instantly. He plopped the lube and a washcloth down between the pillows and headboard before reaching for you again, only to be brushed aside.

“How’s my beautiful girl,” Crocodile breathed along your neck as he rolled you onto your back.

“I’m…”

“The other night,” Mihawk drawled, gently stroking Buggy’s shivering form, “you told us that our sweet vixen has fucked your tight little ass. I’m curious, have you ever been fucked by a man?”

“Yes,” Buggy admitted softly, the tension in his shoulders relaxing.

Large fingers slid inside you, your drenched cunt giving no resistance to the sudden pleasure of Crocodile’s touch. 

“So wet… You’re gonna take daddy’s cock so well, aren’t ya, baby?”

“Fuck,” you breathed, your back arching as your mind couldn’t choose what to focus on. 

But you were drawn to those devilish golden eyes as the swordsman played with the hair that had freed itself from Buggy’s braid. Mihawk's face shifted into wicked satisfaction before his words twisted like a knife.

 “Tell me, Buggy, did you ever let Shanks fuck you?”

Buggy’s body went stiff while Crocodile added a third finger. You cried out from the stretch as you reached for Buggy’s hand.

Shanks…

Buggy only talked about his old crewmate during bad drunk nights, when anger, and what you thought was sadness would pour through him. Your curiosity about his relationship with that Emperor of the Sea was never sated, as sober Buggy refused to clarify how the “red-haired ass” had ruined his life.

“N-no! Fuck Shanks— I mean I hate him! He’s a—“

“And you except us to believe that you never fucked? Ha, even if you do hate him, I’m sure the hate sex was incredible.” Mihawk ended his rebuke by licking along Buggy's neck before nibbling on his earlobe.

Just the way he likes.

“I didn’t…” Buggy denied, his voice weak as his body loosened, giving more access to his vulnerable throat.

“Don’t worry, little clown. Shanks and I have shared toys before.”

Buggy’s frantic eyes met yours before he moaned, a predator’s teeth biting into his flesh. Crocodile brought his thumb to your clit, and writhing between all their bodies tore you from reality. You let go of Buggy’s hand to grasp his cock through the thin fabric, your fingers clenching as the swordsman’s wrapped around your own. 

Buggy was whimpering beside you, the delicious sound bringing you so close.

“Since my little rabbit enjoys your company, there might be room for you on this bed. You could be a teddy bear,” Mihawk rasped, releasing his menacing grip on your hand to force Buggy’s chin toward him, grinning at his strained face. “A silly toy. Maybe a stuffed clown?”

“Take this off.”

Crocodile’s order took too long to hit your brain, and you gasped when he removed his wet fingers, roughly tugging at Mihawk’s linen shirt until you sat up, throwing it off the bed. You fell back with a sigh, his mouth and hand claiming your breasts. 

“So pathetic, letting your lover be taken from you,” Mihawk jeered, his hand trailing down Buggy’s chest. “But you enjoyed it, didn’t you? You loved watching Y/N get fucked senseless.”

“Mhm,” Buggy hummed, voice high and desperate while he watched Crocodile shove his fingers back into you. 

“Were you jealous?”

Your eyes kept fluttering, but you caught Buggy’s confusion, and Mihawk’s gaze trained on his lips. 

“Do you want me to fuck you like the dumb, little toy you are?”

Crocodile left you then, but you hardly noticed all of his movement around you as you waited for Buggy. His back had arched, his faded red lips parting while he stared up at that frightening man. 

“Yes.”

Buggy’s quiet consent made your body twist in on itself, just in time for Crocodile to loom over you, holding the bottle of lube in your face. 

“If you want this, you’d better put it on me now, sweetheart.”

Only the slight threat in his gravelly voice pulled you out of your obsession with the conversation next to you. Mihawk snatched the bottle from your hand when you were done, and you wrapped your wet fingers around Crocodile’s overwhelming dick. Those thick, pulsing veins caught your breath, and you felt his pleased hum as you lost yourself. 

“Such an eager toy,” Mihawk purred, and you opened your eyes to find Buggy turning onto his stomach, lifting his ass into the air. Mihawk smirked at you while he yanked Buggy’s pajama pants down, before fisting lube over himself. Your mouth fell slack as he poured lube onto Buggy, tracing his fingers in little circles. 

You found Buggy’s face, already smushed into the blankets. He must have felt your gaze, those lovely blue eyes meeting yours. His brow creased, and you remembered the smile he’d given you the other night that made everything okay. 

Your smile made his eyes soften, and shivers danced over your skin when he gave you the subtlest of winks. Then his eyes rolled back, a needy moan filling the air.

“All that from just a finger,” Mihawk scoffed, clicking his tongue. “I hope our new toy doesn’t break when I fuck its hole wide open.”

“I don’t appreciate being ignored.”

You jolted, realizing your hands had gone frozen, sticky lube built up between your knuckles.

“I’m sorry—“

The glare he gave you when he dropped the washcloth onto you made your mouth dry. Even without that monstrous hook, Sir Crocodile would always be dangerous. 

“What are you,” Mihawk rasped, prepping Buggy with an added finger, and distracting you yet again. 

“Toy, I’m a toy,” Buggy whined, giving in so easily.

The washcloth was ripped from your hands, some lube still caught between your fingers when a large hand grabbed your face. The rough grip brought a yelp of surprise, until silver gray eyes burned your skin.

He guided his tip to tease around your clit, making you cry out for him.

“You tried to violate my little rabbit without our permission,” Mihawk scolded as he lined himself up. “Now you get to show me how pathetic you are.”

A wild, pained noise left your throat as Crocodile entered you, just the tip of him making your eyes roll back.

“That’s right, how fast will you come watching your pretty star getting fucked by a real lover,” Mihawk grunted, the sounds of skin hitting skin drawing your eyes even with that menacing stretch inside you. Mihawk yanked Buggy’s braid as he pounded into him, forcing your clown to look at you. His eyes were almost black as he watched Crocodile slowly tear into your dripping cunt. 

Too much, too much. 

Finally you couldn’t focus on anything but Crocodile, your breath going too fast.

“That’s what you get for not paying attention to daddy,” he chided as he forced himself further and further, little whimpers and pouts making him laugh, the sound shaking through you. 

“Please, it’s too—“

“I was being nice,” he interrupted, strong fingers digging into your hip to stop your squirming. “I thought my girl was just being sweet, that you were worried about the clown.”

Your watering eyes couldn’t resist flicking back to Buggy. The sight of his tongue hanging loose, and his fingers fisting the sheets while Mihawk slammed into him again and again made you clench around Crocodile before he was fully hilted within you. 

You saw stars when he changed that, shoving all that length, all that girth inside you at once, leaving you screaming, crying, drooling.

“That’s what I thought. My sweet girl is feeling filthy today aren’t ya,” he teased, wiping tears and spit from your face as his hips met yours, holding still for too long before fucking into you. “You ignored daddy’s cock so you could watch that stupid clown get put in his place. Isn’t that right sweetheart?”

“I’m s-sorry, daddy,” you cried, coming on his cock while he laughed, Mihawk’s laughter joining his.

Twitching and thrashing, the pain and pleasure of his body taking yours sent you into emptiness, coming back to reality as he fucked you faster. Buggy’s groans of pleasure echoed in your ear, his body being shoved closer to yours while Mihawk had his way with him. 

“Remember, I’m being nice, babygirl,” that deep voice threatened as he ripped you apart. “You wanna be a nasty little brat, I’ll treat you like one. Be good to daddy, or you won’t be able to walk for a fucking week, ya hear me?”

“Fuck, yes, daddyyyy.”

“Good. Open your mouth, baby.”

Your mouth opened before your eyes could, and the sight of Buggy’s cock floating in front of your face like a microphone was too much. Three faces stared at yours with nothing but primal satisfaction as Buggy’s hot come covered your face and neck. The taste of him on your tongue arched your back, and you screamed his name as you came. 

Crocodile flipped you mid-orgasm, his strength with one arm overwhelming you. He spanked you so fucking hard before shoving his cock back into your aching cunt. 

Mihawk’s laughs were cut short by his own noises of pleasure, but you were too busy getting your come-covered face shoved into the blankets to watch as he filled Buggy up. 

“You fucking brat,” Crocodile growled, leaning back to smack your ass again, stinging marks left behind while you cried. “Gave you what you wanted, let my dirty girl watch the show, and you couldn't even show me some fucking respect.”

“Daddy,” you mumbled through the pain, the overwhelm sending you floating.

“You’re lucky I’m not wearing my hook. You’ll just have to show me how sorry you are.”

Your weak limbs shook as he left you gaping, until rough fingers grabbed your hair, pulling you up as he sat against the headboard. He shoved your face onto his cock, smearing slick and lube across your cheek. 

“Open your dirty mouth, brat. You wanna say another man’s name while I’m fucking you, then you don’t get to talk ‘til you swallow daddy’s come like a good girl.”

His size hurt your brain, but you didn’t hesitate. Wrapping both shaky hands around his base, you pumped up and down that thick shaft while you licked his tip like a popsicle. You gave him your eyes, watching his fierce look change just slightly, the twitch of his lips filling you with filthy pride. 

That pride gave you the courage to take him into your mouth, your eyes rolling as his hard cock filled every empty space. 

“Fuck, your bratty mouth feels so good, baby. Take more for daddy, show me you're sorry.”

“Mm,” you whimpered, your eyes already tearing up as you took in as much as you could, drool spilling down to your hands. You fought the urge to freeze when his dangerous laughter poured over you, the fingers he’d left in your hair gripping tighter. 

“Breathe through your nose, brat.”

Crocodile used your throat, groaning while he shoved your face up and down his veiny cock. Your body spasmed, your hands grasping at his hip for any kind of stability as you choked on him. He pulled you off, your scalp stinging in his grip while you coughed and spluttered. 

“This is your only break. Drink daddy’s come like a good girl, and I’ll believe you’re sorry. You’re sorry, aren’t ya, doll?”

Tears fell from your nodding face, but your breathing relaxed as he leaned down to press his lips against yours. The combination of his brutal fingers in your hair with his slow, gentle kiss was too much, and he laughed when he looked down to find you dripping. 

“I’ll be nice this time,” he threatened as he licked up your neck. “I’ll let you come while you take your punishment. Would you like that?”

“Please, daddy,” you coughed, your body writhing with need as your nails dug into his hip.

“One of you, give our girl a hand. Mine’s a little busy,” he ordered, emphasizing his words by forcing your head down again. “Show me what a sweet girl you are.”

You tried to nod at his purred command, but his cock was already down your throat. He was going slower than before, letting you learn to breathe around him. Mihawk's voice was close, but your mind didn’t understand what he’d said until you felt fingers dancing over your clit, and wet kisses peppering your ass cheeks.

Crocodile’s heavy groans helped you relax your throat as he went faster, taking and taking while someone’s fingers brought you closer. 

“Lift a hand if you want the clown's tongue in your pretty ass, darling.”

Tensing with need at Mihawk’s taunting voice, you lifted a weak hand, giving a choked moan around the pulsing cock in your mouth when that familiar, delicious tongue pressed into you. 

“Such a good girl. Swallow it all, for me, sweet– mm, fuck yeah. Swallow it all for daddy.”

Once again, you lost everything. You were absolutely nothing except for the hot come pouring down your throat, and the twitching bliss that those fingers and tongue ripped from you. 

The only thing you knew was the need to swallow. 

And you did. You took everything they gave, until your body collapsed, warm hands and lips across your skin making you shiver with aftershocks. 

“What a show,” Mihawk chuckled, helping you curl up against the larger man while he sat on your other side, pressing Buggy closer to you where he rested his head on your thigh. “But I’m afraid these two had work to do today.”

A tiny whine left your throat, bringing laughs of various volumes from each of the men around you.

“I think they’ll get plenty of work done after a shower and breakfast. Unless my girl needs another lesson in listening to daddy.”

“No, I’m fine,” you lied, your voice high as Buggy dug his fingers into your leg.

“So scary,” Mihawk deadpanned, reaching for the transponder snail on the nightstand. You almost laughed when he ordered servants to bring breakfast, and mimosa’s to bed. “Come along, pets. Let’s get your pretty little fuck holes cleaned up so I can abuse them later.”

“So scary,” Crocodile teased back, laughing while you and Buggy moaned and writhed between them.

Buggy rubbed his face along your hip, a soft sigh leaving him as you looked down to meet his eyes. That playful smile warmed your chest, and you couldn’t help but grin as he pressed those faded red lips to your thigh. 

“Now, now,” Mihawk scolded lightly, leaning in to brush a kiss against your cheek. “If our pets can’t focus on work, we'll have to put you in separate cages.”

His fingers left soothing circles on your skin as weak laughter filled the air, but somehow you knew it wasn’t a joke.

But if this morning was a punishment, maybe a cage wouldn’t be so bad.

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Part 13

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Devil Beside You (02)

Pairing: Gwinam x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, soft!dark

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: You have some secrets you want to keep hidden and Gwinam happens to want a slave that is willing to obey his every command. You both so happen to live in the same home.

Warnings⚠️ Porn With Plot, Step-siblings, Manipulation, Horny Teenagers, Dubious Consent, step-siblings that hate each other, step-siblings that fuck, Toxic Relationship, they’re young and they’re dumb, Rough Kissing, Neck Kissing, Dry Humping, Blackmail, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Loss of Virginity, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Vaginal Sex, Hand Jobs, Light Dom/sub, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Notes: Here is the so awaited part 2! Thank you to everyone that has been supporting me and this series, love ya'll <3 Enjoy!

Part 1 | Masterlist

The rest of the week went by like nothing ever happened. Apart from the intense looks sent your way from time to time, Gwinam never said a word about that night or did anything to indicate that it ever happened. It almost felt like things were back to how they once were, with him ordering you around and making your life a living hell just by existing. You let things go that way, more than happy to bury the memory of your kiss and your phone masturbation session.

You knew it wouldn’t last; the dynamic between you had changed again – even if none of you was acknowledging it – and it was only a matter of time until he got tired of pretending. Gwinam wasn’t exactly the most unpredictable person; you knew he was planning something in that mullet head of his. You just didn’t know exactly what or when, and not knowing put you on edge.

“Hey, you there, babe?”

“Yeah hmm, sorry Jihoon, you were saying?”

“Was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight?” your boyfriend repeated on the other side of the phone. “Gonna be at Sinkhole for a show and would love for you to be there.”

“I don’t know…” you hesitated, glancing at your door to make sure it was closed as you stood up from your bed. “I have to study and I was almost caught on Tuesday. I don’t want my mom to take my phone again.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, the hickey in your neck still forcing you to hide it with scarfs and makeup. If Jihoon saw it you were sure to get in trouble. You were always so stern with him when you hung out, making sure he didn’t mark you; what would he think if he saw that you had let someone else touch you like that? That you had let your step-brother touch you like that?

“C’mon, babe, it’s Friday night,” he tried to convince you. “I’m sure you can find an excuse to leave the house, your mom can’t be that bad. What does she expect you to do in your free time?”

“Study for exams and practice violin,” you said with a sigh. “You really don’t know my mom, I would never be able to convince her. I’ll try, though, but no promises.”

“Cool, let me know if you end up coming, then. Bye, beautiful.”

“Bye, lo-” you almost let a ‘love you’ slip out, cringing as you heard him disconnect the call.

You knew your relationship wasn’t like that; he had been very clear you were only getting to know each other. Friends with benefits, he had called it. You weren’t very comfortable with giving him many benefits, but still, you couldn’t stop yourself from fantasizing about him. It did help to imagine Jihoon in Gwinam’s place when you touched yourself thinking about that night in the bathroom. It made you feel less guilty about the way your body reacted to the memory.

You let out a big sigh as you let yourself fall back on the bed before pressing the spacebar on your laptop and continuing to watch Gong Yoo’s character in Train to Busan run from zombies.

You felt so frustrated you could barely focus on the movie. Studying and violin practice had become so incredibly boring you feared the moment your grades would start to become anything less than A’s; that would definitely make your mother upset and your life subsequently worse. Still, you couldn’t bother yourself to care, tired of everything going on in your life.

You desperately needed a new hobby, something that would take your mind off of things.

There was a thing about Gwinam that you envied; he didn’t have this pressure you did. He did what he wanted when he wanted. You had never heard anyone telling him ‘no’ when he wanted to go clubbing or hang out with his friends. He didn’t have good grades compared to you, and was always in some sort of trouble; still, his life was his to live as he saw fit.

That realization only made you hate him more.

A knock on your wall followed by your phone vibrating interrupted your thoughts, and you rolled your eyes as you reached for your phone and opened Gwinam’s text.

Rat Bastard: make me an egg sandwich. extra bacon

You sighed as you left your bedroom to do what he ordered, making sure to kick his door on your way to the kitchen. He treated you like you were his personal slave but you still did whatever he asked; you had no choice.

Cookie, your three-year-old Pomeranian, jumped from the couch as soon as he saw you pass by the living room, nails tick-tacking on the floor as he followed you, no doubt thinking it was feeding time.

Well, since I’m feeding one dog I might as well feed the other.

You looked at the clock as you cooked his snack, seeing it was only a quarter past six in the afternoon; your mom wouldn’t be home for another hour and your stepfather would probably not even be home for dinner. Lucky you.

A plan started forming in your head as you absently added the bacon and cheese to the scrambled eggs. You had to be extra careful this time; maybe you could ask one of your friends to cover for you while you went? Asking your mom was out of the question when you knew she wouldn’t allow it, especially if you actually told her where you were going and with who. Maybe you should just sneak out? You had done it before without anyone noticing, you could do it again if you were careful enough. By ‘careful’ you meant making sure that Gwinam was sound asleep until you got back home.

I should drug his food. You contemplated the idea before it was replaced by another - much more pleasant - one. Nope, I should poison him instead and be done with it.

You snickered to yourself as you waited for the scrambled eggs to start smelling a little burned before you turned off the stove and started to assemble his sandwich. Cookie was around your feet begging for a piece of food, and for a moment you thought about letting the dog have a lick at the bread, but decided against it; you didn’t want the asshole to hate you too much.

The sound of a door opening and footsteps called your attention, and you watched as Gwinam entered the kitchen, dressed in only tracksuit pants, lean torso in full view, and skin shiny with sweat – clearly from some kind of workout. He said nothing as he passed by you without a look and served himself a glass of water, chugging it down – Adam’s apple bobbing at each gulp (not that you particularly noticed) – before glancing at you.

“Make me some fresh orange juice while you’re at it, one teaspoon of sugar,” he ordered as he set the cup down, ruffled his sweaty hair in your direction, and left with his sandwich in hand and the dog in his tracks.

“Gonna spit on it,’’ you mumbled at his back, not really caring if he heard.

“Good,” you heard him laugh, “no need for sugar, then.”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting!” you shouted, your only answer being a muffled laugh as he closed his bedroom door.

You grunted as you went to grab some oranges to please his highness’s request. You still had homework to do and an escapade to plan, but here you were, making food for someone you hated without being able to poison him. It was infuriating how much you wanted to commit murder; would prison really be that bad?

You didn’t bother knocking on his door as you went to deliver his drink, surprised to realize he wasn’t there until you heard the shower working. What you weren’t surprised at all was to find the sandwich you had made with so much love being eaten by the dog, who was munching on it like he hadn’t eaten just ten minutes ago.

You set the juice glass down on Gwinam’s desk – nose scrunching at the strong smell of something you could only describe as masculine musk – before you opened the window to let some air in.

A look at his computer screen told you he had been doing some kind of at-home ab workout. You chuckled at the idea of Gwinam trying to get ripped; he had always been more on the skinny side, and his height only emphasized that. Still, from what you had seen, he was far from being skin and bones, with lean muscle and a soft set of abs. Not that you looked at him undressed a lot, but you couldn’t help it when he just walked around shirtless.

A sudden thought crossed your mind as you were leaving; was it possible that he had more things on you in that computer?

You glanced at the bathroom door across the hall – glad to hear the water still running – before going back in the room and leaning over the monitor, hand on the mouse as you clicked off the internet tab to explore his desktop. You ignored all the other folders but the one named ‘pics’, double-clicking on it immediately.

From what you could see it was mostly old photos of a younger Gwinam with his mom and other random photos from when his dad had gifted him a Canon camera for his 18th birthday. One, in particular, caught your eye; it was you.

You remembered that day when you had all gone on a ‘family trip’ to the mountains. The day had started with a fight between you in the car and had ended with a dead snake in your backpack, courtesy of your dear step-brother. But you weren’t aware he had taken a photo of you like that, peaceful expression on your face as you looked at the horizon, the sun behind you making it seem like you were glowing.

“Need help looking for something?”

You gasped and jumped in place as you turned to bump right into Gwinam, your palms spreading against his damp chest. You gulped as you looked up at him, his raised brow and unamused expression letting you know you had crossed a line.

“I-I was just–”

“Yeah, I know what you were doing,” he said as he raised a hand to click off his pictures folder. “How disappointed would your mom be if she knew you were invading my privacy like that?”

“Oh, shut up,” you rolled your eyes at him as you tried to step aside and leave the room, embarrassed from being caught snooping like that even though he deserved it.

“Hey, hey, not so fast,” he stopped you with an arm thrown over your shoulders, pulling you to his side – while ignoring your protests to take his hands off of you – as he reached for the glass of orange juice and took a sip. “Hmm, at least this doesn’t taste like shit.”

You were very aware that the only thing stopping him from being completely naked was the towel around his hips. You kept your eyes on his face as you tried to ignore the rest of his body, especially the soft v lines that always called your attention to the light happy trail going down his navel.

“Yeah, I- I spat on it.”

Well, you hadn’t, but he didn’t know that for sure. It made no difference to him, however, and you watched as he drank it all while making eye contact with you.

“Hmm, sweet,” he licked his lips. “You should try not to burn my eggs next time, though. I know for a fact you’re a better cook than that.”

“Cookie seems to like it well enough,” you shrugged as the dog in question exited the room with a piece of bacon in his mouth. “If a dog likes it the other probably will too.”

“Aren’t you a smart mouth today,” he chuckled as he let you go to close the door, immediately ruining your chances of escaping his room.

Gwinam didn’t even give you time to think before he dropped his towel on the floor. He was with his back to you, so you fortunately only saw his bare ass before focusing your eyes on his feet. What in the hell was he doing?

You raised your eyes a little out of curiosity, immediately regretting it as he turned to you and you saw more than you bargained for.

“W-What are you doing?!” you asked in a squeaky tone, covering your eyes with your palms as you turned around.

“Getting dressed, what do you think,” he retorted like it was obvious. “Can’t I be naked in my own bedroom?”

You tensed as you heard him walk closer to you, suddenly very aware of his body against your back. His hands on your hips made you jump and open your eyes wide.

“Have you ever seen a naked guy before?” The question was asked in a low tone, his lips right against the shell of your ear.

You gasped as his breath tickled your neck, shaking your head at his question. Besides the adult movies you watched in secret – and that time you vaguely remember touching Jihoon’s dick while drunk – you had never seen a naked man before.

“You can look at me if you want.”

His words were followed by a squeeze to your hips as he pressed himself against your back, his growing hard-on very noticeable as it touched the curve of your ass. The will to see and touch him was so strong you almost turned around, cursing your curiosity.

You closed your eyes shut when he started lightly kissing your neck, suppressing a moan at the need to touch him back. You squeezed your legs together as you felt yourself starting to get wet; you wanted to run out of that bedroom as much as you wanted to stay.

“We really shouldn’t- m-my mom will be home soon…”

A firm squeeze to your breast made you moan in surprise, loving the zap of pleasure that was sent right to your core as he started playing with your nipple over your t-shirt.

“I don’t care,” he moaned in your ear as he started rocking against your ass, making you move forward with the motion.

His other hand left your hip and went under your shirt to grab your other boob, kneading it and rolling your nipple in between his fingers. You ground back against him at the feeling of his hands on you, grabbing the back of his neck as he started sucking on your jugular.

“Fuck, your tits are so soft,” he said as he cupped them up against your chest before giving them a squeeze that made your knees tremble. “You’ll let me suck on them, won’t you?”

He didn’t wait for an answer as you felt him take off your shirt, and you didn’t stop him as he left you naked from the waist up, the cold air and need you felt making your nipples rock hard.

Your first reaction was to cross your arms over your naked chest, suddenly very aware of what you were doing and where it was going. He was naked and, if you let this continue, you would be too.

You opened your mouth to tell him to stop when he turned you towards him and shut you with a kiss that left you breathless. You sighed into his mouth, quickly forgetting you ever wanted him to stop, loving the way his chest felt pressed against yours, heart beating like it wanted to leap out of your chest.

You let him move you as he made you lie down on his bed, your body in-between his legs making it hard for you to escape as he firmly held your wrists above your head. Not that you wanted to leave; not when he kissed you like that.

His mouth was so warm, soft lips pressing and moving in ways that made you sigh in pleasure, the occasional teeth nibbling on your bottom lip only making you enjoy it more.

He stopped kissing you then, gazing down at your breathless form under him with half-lidded eyes. You felt like you were on fire, nipples hard and with a need to be touched that left you unable to think about anything else. Your core clenched with desire, and you almost begged him for more.

Then his mouth latched on your nipples and you felt like you could come just from that alone. The way his tongue moved was enough to make you hope this never ended.

No one had ever touched you like that – not even yourself – but having his hot and wet tongue sucking a nipple while his fingers twisted the other to the point of being painful, felt so good you didn’t want him to ever stop.

“G-Gwinam, I–”

Your hips started moving on their own accord when you felt him start grinding against your pelvis over your cotton shorts. You could feel him hard and hot through the fine fabric, and a sudden need to touch him almost made you do it if it wasn’t for his strong hold keeping your hands above your head.

You gasped when you felt his cock brush really close to your clit. The mental image of his length in-between your folds was enough to brush all your fear aside and almost tell him to rip your panties apart and touch you where it burned. You tried to open your legs wider – wanting to feel him closer – but his thighs on both sides of your hips didn’t let you.

“Fuck, you look so hot like this,” he mumbled before taking your lips in a wet and sloppy kiss that you accepted without a second thought.

You felt his hand give one last squeeze to your tits before his palm started sliding down your stomach. You almost expected him to stick his hand in your panties – wanting that at the moment more than anything – when you heard him starting to touch himself instead.

“You want me to touch you, don’t you?” he moaned against your lips. “You want me to fuck you like the horny slut you are, fill you up, and make you come on my cock.”

You mumbled something in agreement, kissing him deeper as you dry-humped each other, clit throbbing every time you felt him graze against it over the fabric of your shorts.

He kissed you back like he was struggling to breathe and you were the oxygen he needed, lips moving from your mouth to your neck in nibbles and open-mouth kisses that left you shaking with need.

You hated that you couldn’t touch yourself or open your legs to let him closer to your core, so you squeezed your legs together as a way to help yourself since he frustratingly didn’t rip your panties off like you wanted him to.

You suddenly felt him spasm – face buried against your neck as he moaned – before you felt him come all over your stomach and chest in spurts of hot and sticky cum.

He fell beside you on the mattress with a grunt, and you both stayed down as you regained your breath.

Over already? the horny part of your brain complained. The logic part that you had muffled through this whole mess chastised you instead.

You were still as horny as you were seconds before, but now with an added feeling of shame and regret. Why couldn’t you control your hormones when he was around? This had never happened with anyone else, but as soon as Gwinam put his hands on you you turned into a horny mess that couldn’t think with her brain.

You wanted to cry, both from sexual frustration and self-hatred.

“I should make you walk around the house without a shirt on when we’re alone,” he said from his place beside you. “Fuck, you look so good with my cum on your tits.”

The feeling of a finger smearing cum on your still hard nipple made you gasp and open the eyes you didn’t even know you had closed.

You looked up to see him leaning over you, watching you with a look that you could only describe as male satisfaction. It made you squeeze your legs together, and you controlled yourself as you tried not to do or say anything you would regret. Your eyes went wide as he pressed his finger against your lips, a clear order in his expression that you didn’t even consider rejecting.

He bit his bottom lip as he watched you suck on his finger with pleased eyes. You couldn’t look away as you tasted his cum, not even minding the tangy and strong taste on your tongue when everything about it felt so erotic.

“Good girl,” he said when you were done.

Your cheeks grew hot as you looked down at yourself, chest painted with now cold and sticky cum, still so turned on it actually hurt, especially after his words of praise.

“T-This never happened,” you said as you moved to sit up, voice trembling.

“Sure it didn’t,” he laughed, words followed by a yawn as he stood up and fetched your shirt off the ground before throwing it at you.

A glance at Gwinam reminded you that he was still naked, so you quickly averted your eyes to the floor as you pressed the shirt against your chest and left the room without bothering to close the door or say anything else.

All you wanted right now was a shower and to make use of the good water pressure so you could actually feel like yourself again.

Everyone was asleep. You were sure of it this time.

You had waited half an hour past midnight before checking on your parents’ room, relieved when you saw that the lights were off. Then you checked on Gwinam, trying to make as little a sound as you could; he usually stayed up until later, and it was easy to know that from the light under his door, the incessant sound of a mouse clicking and the occasional curse as he played a game.

Tonight, however, the light was out and you didn’t hear a thing. He had to be asleep.

You grabbed your purse and took one last look in the mirror, happy with how good you looked in your new black dress and makeup; you even got your eyeliner to match this time. It had been rough to do it when your hand was still shaking from that moment in Gwinam’s bedroom; just thinking about it gave you a weird sensation deep down in your stomach, like you had been doing something wrong but couldn’t make yourself fully regret it. Even though you didn’t want to acknowledge it, you felt good when he touched you; really fucking good.

You turned off your lights and opened your bedroom door as quietly as you could before stepping into the hallway, stopping for a moment to listen; everything was as quiet as it should be. Tonight you would go out, meet your boyfriend, have some fun for a change, and come back before anyone noticed.

You practically held your breath as you walked the familiar dark and cold hallway towards the front door – stopping a moment in front of Gwinam’s door to make sure there was no sign of him being up – before starting to quietly put on your shoes.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

The voice followed by the living room lights coming to life made you gasp and drop the shoe in your hand.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

You slowly turned to face Gwinam, sitting on his father’s chair with a grin on his face while petting Cookie on his lap. He looked like a cheap version of a movie villain, and you would have laughed if you didn’t feel like your world just ended.

You stomped your foot down as you held the will to cry, covering your face with your hands as you leaned against the wall.

“You demon bastard,” you said through gritted teeth before letting yourself slide down to the floor, all hope lost.

You raised your teary eyes to look at him smiling down at you, the mean grin on his face only making you certain of one thing; he would never let you leave without ruining either your life or your dignity.

You hated him for it.

“You really thought you could leave without me knowing?” he laughed, the sound making you pout as you tried not to cry. You didn’t understand what was so funny. “You really are dumb as fuck.”

“Fuck you!” you whispered loudly, throwing your bag directly at his head.

He caught it like it was nothing, shaking his head like a disappointed parent before tossing the bag on the sofa beside him.

“Is your boyfriend so hot that you can’t stop yourself from leaving the house against your mom’s rules?” he asked as he continued to pet the dog like you were just having a friendly conversation.

“Yeah, he’s hotter than you,” you retorted, trying not to raise your voice as you thought on what to do now.

“Pfft yeah, right,” he laughed. “I could’ve fucked you today if I wanted to. Now, I’m pretty sure he has tried to fuck you, but I’m also pretty sure you didn’t let him. So…”

You set your gaze down, not wanting to say that he was right. Jihoon had indeed tried to take more than you were willing to give him, but that didn’t mean you were more attracted to Gwinam; you hated him so much you felt angry just from being in his presence, so how could you? It was all his fault that you couldn’t control yourself when he touched you and manipulated you to do what he wanted.

You took a deep breath as you convinced yourself to do the only thing that could save you now.

“Please, I’m begging you,” you said as you moved to stay on your knees before bowing as deep as you could. “I’ll do anything you want, but just let me leave tonight, please.”

You tried not to think about what ‘anything you want’ could imply, and at this moment you were too desperate to give a damn. He had made you do so many things anyway, what more could he actually ask for?

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” You looked up at him with hopeful eyes, seeing him watching you with a pensive look you knew was more mocking than actual contemplation. “Fine, I’ll forget I ever saw you trying to leave.”

“Y-You are?” The surprise in your voice was clear. It was never this easy.

“Of course I am,” he nodded. Then his expression changed as fast as a mask falling, and a shiver ran down your spine as you finally understood. “All you gotta do is suck me off so good you give me amnesia.” The grin on his face reminded you of a Cheshire cat. “Simple, isn’t it?”

Chapter 3 ->

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[ererokii]

Sooo... This request thing. You're aweosme 👉👈

Ooh boy it's a long one (changed it a bit)

-Erens so cute when he purrs and when you mention his curiosity and twitching ears ears and gentle touch, so as not to hurt the reader.

-when he kinda is paying attention to, analysing the reader or protecting them its SO cute

-It would maybe end as like cuddles and things and just... Talking. To him and him grunting or just nodding or thinking replies.

-Maybe be at night.

-Maybe it would start with... Eren In human form.

-Maybe he figures out that you don't think his titan form is so ugly but still a little new and scary and that maybe you like it

- Bam if you can somehow NSFW that... Uhmm?

So he... Turns into a titan and then. Some NSFW or just. Maybe he like. Scares or teases the reader on purpose for a reaction?

-And then NSFW somehow if you wanna put that in. Sorry for the way I type I'm kinda doing it as it all appears in my head lol

-I like your cute, and desperate eren, but also attentive and caring. I haven't seen you write a very cheeky or playful titan eren so maybe that would be nice.

I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS ONE. Here you monsterfuckers, take your TITAN SMUT.

WARNINGS: MONSTERFUCKING. Oral (f receiving), mention of voyeurism, overstimulation, dumbification, multiple orgasms, edging, characters are 18+.

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Eren stays deep within his thoughts as he hums to himself, staring up at the starry sky. His loose strands tickle the shell of his ear, itching to scratch away at it but refuses. He can’t recall the conversation before the silence. It’s always been on his mind, but he’s been inquisitive as to what you saw him as, even if he knew the answer.

Am I a monster to you? Or am I just like you?

You knew Eren was quite insecure with himself when it came to his titan powers; no matter how many times he asked you that, you always gave him the same answer.

You were never a monster; you’re just a broken human like me. 

For some reason, that has never failed to put a smile on his face. Being able to categorize himself with humans made him feel complete, separate from the monster people used to call him when he discovered the powers. 

But know that he’s aware (once again) of how you feel, does he scare you?

Maybe he could ask you--, but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood at all. Now that he thinks of it, he can’t recollect a moment where you’ve seemed scared to be in his presence, unlike other comrades who look like they’ll leak themselves any moment. 

Without even thinking, he blurts out the question. His eyes widen slightly when he realizes the words slipped past his lips.

“Am I scared of your titan form?” you ask, glancing over at him as you sit up, staring down at him from your position. “I mean, it is always somewhat overwhelming to see something so much bigger than me, and when I sit in your hands but no, besides that, I'm not.”

“Do you think it’s ugly?”

“I don’t,” you say with a smile, legs crisscrossed. “I think it’s unique. You know, just for you. I think it’s quite cute and--” you trail off, glancing over to the side. “--somewhat hot,” you cough in between words, hoping he missed that.

“Hot?” he asks, a hint of smugness evident in his tone.” You think it’s hot?” he leans up on his elbows, a smirk curled at his lips. “Why is that?”

“W-Well, I’m not going to tell you that! That’s too personal.”

“What if I turned right now?”

“Y-You can’t! Captain Levi and Hanji would come to chew you out if you did!”

“Hanji gave me the go-ahead to transform whenever I wanted to, just not to cause destruction,” he gets up with a grunt, backing up a few feet back. By the time he was in position before you could speak, lightning struck the earth, the ground crumbling from the shock. 

You dug your fingers into the ground, lowering your head from the gusts of wind. In no time, it calmed down as you avert your gaze upward, emeralds stare down at you from high above, brown tresses swooshing in the air. 

“You did,” you breathed out, releasing your grip on the dirt. Your hands are unsteady, still trying to compose yourself from the sudden change.

He’s not moving, standing as still as a statue before he drops to his knees, the birds sound asleep in the trees now awake and flying away from the commotion. Your heart feels as if it could burst from the confinements of your chest. 

Your left eye peeks open, cowering within yourself. Your body freezes when you see how close he is. His body is lowered to the ground; knees pushed in like a Sphinx. His eyes glow in the darkness, a new feeling taking over your body. 

His heavy breathing fans over your face, his head cocked to the side as if he was examining your small figure. He finds humor in your expression, nudging your body with his nose.

From the small force added, it caused your body to get pushed back. His ears twitch, the tips sticking upward. He moves forward, doing it once more.

“Eren, quit it,” you huff, sticking your arms out to keep him from doing it again-- which he’ll end up doing too. There’s no doubt that in that nape, he’s having the time of his life. 

He wonders what else he can do like this. He thinks for a minute, noises emitting from his throat. He sticks one of his hands out, shakily raising a finger, and places his hands in between your legs. 

He catches your gaze, his tongue peeking as he leans forward, barely pressing the tip against the bare skin of your neck. The new sensation causes your breath to hitch in the back of your throat, eyeing the pink flesh before gulping lowly.

Eren pulls away, looking at your skirt that happened to ride up your legs. His eyes seem to darken as his mouth closes, teeth grinding against each other. 

“Eren?” you question him as he inches closer, his head lowering slightly to the ground. You’re about to call for him again, but his tongue makes an appearance also, pushing the material up more. Your eyes enlarge, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt-- to which looks like fear in his eyes. 

A noise of somewhat sadness comes from him, his ears lowering. 

“N-No, it’s okay, Eren,” you stutter, face heating up from his motions. If you were honest, you could feel a small wetness pool in between your legs. 

Before you know it, the tip of his tongue is in between your legs, the muscle lapping over your clothed cunt. Your arms are shaky as you let out a little gasp that sounds so cute to his ears; he can’t help but circle it around your clit. 

A predatory look is in his eyes, looking down like you were his meal. The muscle goes sound, poking at your slicked entrance. Panting, you glance down at the position and pull your panties aside, shivering from the chilly wind and hot breathing in between your legs. 

His jaw slacked; he works wonders on your needy cunt. The texture and saliva are enough to make you sensitive on the spot. Your eyes roll back as you chant his name, his tongue licking stripes up and down your folds, squelching noises occurring from his rapid movement. 

Your legs are shaking from the overwhelming sensation. God, it’s becoming too much, but you can’t stop him, nor if you wanted to. You felt as if you would fall to the depths of the earth but yet stayed in reality. 

The tip flicks at your folds, an incoherent noise getting stuck in the back of your throat when he begins to move it side to side rather than up and down. 

You’re so needy for him at this point. You want him to stuff your tight cunt with his cock, to feel him stretch you out as he fucks you to no end. Having him do this to you was on another level of ecstasy, but you would accept it if this came up again. 

The pressure he puts on your fragile body is enough to send you backward, but the way your heels dig into the ground and his gentle touches prevent that from happening. The slick left in between your thighs trickle down to your ass; the feeling becomes uncomfortable but erotic. 

“Fuck baby,” you whisper, head falling back, staring up at the sky with lidded eyes. “Fuu..p-please don’t stop,” you slur, thoughts clouding with nothing but immense pleasure.

God, what if someone caught you? The adrenaline running through your body wouldn’t even let you care about that. But the thought of someone hearing you moan out pathetically as Eren licks away at your cunt, have you moaning out. 

You wouldn’t be surprised if someone overheard. Eren’s tongue was a gift that meant to be cherished, even if that meant having him do this every day for you to get used to the sticky yet warmth radiating from the muscle.

The inside of your legs trembles, your head spinning in circles, rubbing small lazy circles on your puffy clit, desperate to be touched by his tongue. Your hole was being circled, his tongue barely pressing before retracting; the little shit was teasing you. 

One of his fingers gently places over your leg to keep you from moving so much. His finger alone is enough to make you feel weighed down. 

Your lips are moving, but nothing is coming out; no noise, no words. You’re completely out of it. Your fingers are clenching and unclenching around nothing, barely holding onto whatever it was you were. If someone were to ask you what day it was, you wouldn’t be able to tell the time of day or where you were at. 

“ ‘M gonna cum,” your voice comes out soft yet needy, shifting your hips side to side, bucking your hips to the best of your ability. “I wanna cum on your tongue.”

His eyes flicker, a stripe licked up between your folds before resting on your clit-- a place that desperately needs attention. 

Your delicate body is on the brink of defeat; an orgasm after orgasm washes over your body, and he shows no signs of stopping. You’re practically gushing at this point, your juices running down his jaw. You’ve made many feeble attempts to push him away; a growl would emit from him when you tried to do so. 

Sweat trickles down your face into your clothes, causing the front of your shirt to stick onto your skin—short breaths of air, hiccups erupting from your throat. Your eyes roll back as your body finally gives out, falling backward onto his hand that was keeping you upright. 

As you fall, a purring sound reaches your ears as his tongue finally retracts from your mess cunt, his eyes glancing at your slick sticking to you. His finger rubs the inside of your thigh, gently wiping away the transparent substance. His ears flicker as he listens to your heavy breathing, trying your best to catch the air that was taken away from you. 

He lovingly nuzzles his nose against your patella, his dark tresses tickling your supple skin. After being pushed through multiple orgasms, you weren’t even sure if you could walk or get up from this position. 

But he finally got his answer as to why you thought he was hot. 

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