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dawnthequeen · 2 months

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PROMISE

title: promise

character: steven hyde x reader

warnings: alcohol use, marijuana use, mentions of virginity, mentions of assault, cursing, semi frequent use of l/n (last name), zen masters (jackie x hyde) if u squint

summary: when you met the boys, you made a promise to never date any of them. though this gets harder and harder to follow as you all get older and more attractive.

disclaimer: i do not support danny masterson in any way, shape, or form. i just have an attachment to hyde </3

word count: 2972

part two

You were a maneater. At least, that’s what your friends said and you didn’t necessarily disagree. In your mere 17 years of life, you had accumulated nearly 30 boyfriends. In a town like Pointplace, there weren’t very many eligible bachelors, and it didn’t help that you swore off dating the hottest one.

Years prior, at the very beginning of middle school, when you had met Kelso, Foreman, and Hyde, you made a promise. You promised to yourself, and to them, that you would never date them. You enjoyed their company a lot, which is exactly why you didn’t want to risk dating any of them.

Naturally, as time progressed and Fez joined the group, he was included in the group of boys you wouldn’t date, though in all honesty, you probably never would have dated him regardless.

As you got older, you had started to ever so slightly regret your promise because as you got older, so did the boys, and oh boy, was one of them hot.

Hyde was gorgeous and exactly your type. But did you think Hyde was hot because he was your type, or did you think he was hot because he set the standard for your type? The world may never know.

To put those feelings aside, you upped the ante on your dating game. You were the most “desirable” out of your friend group except for maybe Donna or Jackie. You dated jocks, nerds, stoners, and basically any other clique in your high school.

That led you to now, walking into Eric Foreman’s basement, which is where you usually were, waiting for a guy to show up for a date.

You wore a pretty black dress and your signature green bomber jacket.

Donna was the first to look over, whistling with a grin. “Damn! You look great.”

Jackie looked over, gasping a little and pushing up off of Kelso to rush over to you. “That dress is gorgeous!! Much better than what you usually wear.” She looked over the dress.

You giggled at the backhanded compliment. It was something you were used to with Jackie, and you found it endearing. “Thanks! Got it just for the date. Definitely keeping it, though.”

Hyde raised a brow. “You don’t usually dress up for dates. Must really like the guy, huh?” You didn’t notice it then, but he shifted uncomfortably, his posture tensing.

“Damn it!! Stupid lucky guy, getting (L/N) to dress up all nice for him..” Kelso crossed his arms over his chest, pouting.

“At least we get to be blessed with the sight.” Fez sighed happily.

“I don’t know, I don’t really like him.” You shrugged. “He’s just takin’ me somewhere fancy, figured it was the least I could do.”

“Well, you look great. Hope you have fun.” Donna got up, patting you on the back.

“Thanks!! I’ll swing by after, yeah?”

“We’ll leave the door unlocked.” Eric commented, smiling.

“Great!” You heard a honk outside. “That’s my queue. Cya!” You grinned, heading out the door.

Hyde rolled his eyes, or, that’s what everyone assumed. It was a little hard to tell with the glasses. “Doesn’t even have the decency to knock, and she’s giving this guy a shot?” He scoffed.

“Someone sounds jeaaalouusss!!” Kelso snickered.

“I’m not jealous. I just think (L/N) could do better than some dude who can’t even knock on the door.”

“It’s okay if you’re jealous, Hyde! I mean, she’s going out with a popular jock. It makes sense you’d feel insecure.” Jackie returned to her spot next to Kelso.

“Why would I care?”

“It’s obvious you guys have a little back and forth thing.” Jackie giggled.

Donna hummed, leaning against the couch. “I figured you guys would’ve at least made out by now.”

Hyde scoffed. “Never gonna happen. She literally swore off ever dating me, Foreman, and Kelso.”

“Is that all that’s stopping you?” Eric raised a brow.

“No.” Hyde was almost too quick to answer. What he didn’t say was that he thought you were out of his league. He was a teenage dirtbag, and while you were their friend, you also were more of a social floater than anything. You dated jocks and the most popular guys in school. He’d be stupid to think you could ever be interested in dating him..

Right?

It had been a couple of hours since you left, and everyone had sort of faded out. Eric retreated upstairs to his room, heading to bed, and everyone else had returned to their respective houses.. Everyone except for Hyde, that is, as he had found himself recently staying in the Foreman’s basement after an incident with his Mom.

He lounged on the couch, taking a puff from a blunt that he had rolled when he heard the door open.

You stumbled in, reeking of cheap booze. More importantly, though, you had visibly been crying. Your mascara left streaks down your face, and your nose was red and puffy.

“What happened?” Hyde sat up straight, stiffening. Did that guy hurt you? He would kick his ass if he hurt you–

“That guy was a douche.” You huffed. “Got me drunk, then tried to get laid.” You wobbled over to the couch, sitting next to him. You held out your hand, and Hyde got the message, passing you the blunt.

“Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head. “Pushed him off.” You deeply inhaled the smoke before blowing it out, sighing. “Sucks. Used to it, but it sucks.”

“You’re used to it?” He stared at you, a little bewildered.

“Most guys get pissy when I won’t sleep with them.” You kicked off your heels, leaning back. “Don’t wanna lose my virginity to some guy I don’t even like.. Is that bad?” You looked at him, frowning.

“That’s not a bad thing.” He pushed a piece of your hair out of your face. “Plenty of people wanna save it for someone special. Like the whole til marriage shit.” He shrugged.

“Guess so..” You looked down before smiling, nudging him. “Why can’t every guy be as nice as you?”

He raised a brow. “You think I’m nice?”

“Yeahh!” You grinned, your slurring words the evidence of the alcohol still in your system. “In your own way. Liike, you may not act like it, but I think you care about everyone. At least a little. Like when you took Jackie to prom! Or now, you’re comforting me after a shitty date.”

“If you keep goin’ you’re gonna make my ego big.” He snickered.

You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Shut upp.. Point iss, you’re super sweet in your own way, and that’s what mattersss..”

He wrapped his arm around you. “You flatter me too much.”

After you didn’t respond, he looked over and realized you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He sighed a little, propping you up and then picking you up. He took you to his room, laying you down on his bed and tucking you in.

He sat down next to you, watching you for a second. You looked so completely and utterly peaceful. He let out a breath before standing up.

Was your promise all that was stopping him from pursuing you?

He stood still for a second before heading to the door and flipping off the light. “Night, doll.”

You were very confused when you woke up the next morning, and you were in Hyde’s bed. You were still in the same clothes from the night before, and there was no evidence that anyone else had been in bed with you, so you felt pretty confident that you didn’t sleep together.

You scooted off of the mattress, getting up and peeking your head out the door. You didn’t see anyone in the basement, so you figured it must’ve been earlier in the day. You walked around, spotting a blanket on the couch, and you figured Hyde must’ve slept on it. But, he was nowhere to be found.

You decided to head upstairs and hopefully wash your face, maybe even get a change of clothes that Laurie left behind.

When you opened the door to the basement, you hissed a little upon seeing that the Foreman family were all sitting around the table, eating breakfast like the classic sitcom family.

You turned around, trying to tiptoe down the hallway when the floor board underneath you squeaked. You hissed, turning around when you heard Kitty’s voice behind you. “Y/N? Is that you? This early in the morning?”

You turned around, smiling awkwardly. “Ah.. Yeah, sorry. I um– I let myself in.”

Kitty gasped a little, getting up from her chair. “Goodness! You look awful!”

You assumed she was referencing your tear smudged makeup. “Yyyeah.. Rough night.”

“Let me get you cleaned up.” She put a hand on your shoulder, ushering you through the hall.

That left the boys in the kitchen. Red looked at Hyde, raising a brow. “You slept on the couch last night.

Hyde paused. “Yup.” He shoved a bite of his food in his mouth.

“Did she stay over?” Red leaned back in his chair, eyeing the curly haired boy.

Eric whistled lowly. “Dang, Hyde. Maybe Jackie was right about you being jealous.”

Hyde rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t like that. She had a crappy date and passed out. I didn’t wanna wake her up just to make her leave.”

Red looked at him for a second before raising his brows. “Well, that was nice. But you two really need to stop letting random kids crash here.” He cringed.

Meanwhile, you were in the bathroom with Kitty. You washed your face, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were a little swollen, but it was nothing major. You sighed a little before Kitty spoke. “I’ll get some clothes from Laurie’s room for you to change into. I can wash your clothes for you.”

You smiled at her, nodding. “That’d be appreciated, thank you.” You took off your jacket, handing it to her.

She smiled at you, taking your jacket before freezing when she saw your wrists.

You hadn’t realized it, but the jackass that you went on a date with had left bruises on you when he was trying to get handsy.

“Did.. Someone..” Kitty trailed off.

“No! No, no. Nothing like that. I, uh, I pushed him off of me.” You reassured her.

She frowned. “Oh, dear.. That had to have been hard.”

You looked to the side, frowning a little. “...Yeah.”

She put a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Well, you’re safe now. And you’ll have clean clothes soon enough.” She smiled, heading out the door and getting you some clothes.

Laurie’s clothes were comfortable. Kitty got you a pretty simple tank top and some pajama pants, which you didn’t mind. She told you she’d let you know when your clothes were clean, so you made your way down to the basement. It had been about an hour since you had seen Hyde and Eric since you took a shower during that time.

The usual group had gathered in the basement during that time, watching something stupid on TV. You made your way down the stairs, running a hand through your hair.

You casually walked over, sitting on the arm of the couch, putting you next to Kelso and Jackie. Only then did everyone realize you were there.

“Hey (L/N)!” Donna grinned, raising a teasing eyebrow. “How was your hot date–” She paused when she saw your appearance. Slightly swollen eyes and bruised wrists were the first thing to stand out.

“Jeez! You look awful!” Jackie looked over at you, and you couldn’t help the giggle that came out. She sounded just like Kitty.

You hummed. “The date was shit, but it’s cool. Didn’t really like the guy anyway, and I got free food.” You shrugged it off.

Hyde watched you, his eyes drifting down your body before they landed on your wrists. He didn’t see that the night before. You really did have to fight off that douche-bag.

Donna got up from where she was next to Eric, going to the back of the couch and hugging you. “Aw.. I’m sorry, babe. You can do better anyway.”

“Like Hyde said yesterday, you could do way better than a guy who honks!” Fez hummed, nodding to himself.

You blinked, looking in Hyde’s direction, seeing him shrug. “It’s true.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up, and your eyes soften, but before you could dwell on the butterflies in your stomach, you heard a honk from outside. You all paused, and Eric looked in your direction. “Do you have another date?”

You shook your head, getting up off the couch. “Who could that be?” You went to the door, opening it and going up the outside stairs, spotting a familiar car. “..Oh god.”

The guy you had gone out with the day before got out of his car, spotting you. “(Y/N)-- Can we talk?”

You grimaced, crossing your arms. “Why?”

You could hear your friends gathering up behind you as you walked up the driveway.

“Listen, I get kind of weird when I’m drunk, I didn’t mean to be so pushy.” The boy frowned, looking down at you.

You grumbled, rolling your eyes. “And I suppose you didn’t mean to ditch me and make me walk home too then?”

“You had to walk here?” Before you knew it, Hyde was by your side, looking at you.

You looked at him, frowning a little before shrugging. “Yeah. It’s–”

“Please, just– just give me another chance.” The boy stepped closer to you, trying to grab your shoulders.

Hyde stepped between you, pushing the guy away by his chest. “I think you’ve done enough.”

“And who do you think you are?” The guy stood up straight, getting in Hyde’s face.

“I’m her friend. And I don’t appreciate how you treated her.”

“Well, frankly, I think it’s none of your business how I treat her.”

“It kind of is when she busts into my basement crying.”

“Don’t be dramatic. I was just trying to have some fun.” The guy rolled his eyes. “And the bitch was basically asking for it with that dress–”

Hyde punched him, and he held his bleeding nose. The guy growled, throwing a punch at Hyde, and before you knew it, they were fighting. You squeaked, reaching your hand out. “H– hey there’s no need to fight it’s fine–”

The guy elbowed you. Right in the eye.

You hissed, holding your face. “Fuck–”

Hyde looked between you and the guy for a split second before he nailed his knee into his stomach. “You’d seriously fucking hit a chick?! What is wrong with you?!”

The guy coughed, holding his stomach and backing up toward his car, hurrying in.

“Yeah, screw off!” Hyde called after him, looking over to you.

Donna and Jackie rushed over to you, Donna, holding your shoulders. “O– ow shit– How bad is it?” You moved your hand off of your eye.

Jackie hissed. “Yikes. That’s gonna bruise. But it’s okay!! I have some absolutely great makeup that’ll cover it up, no problem!”

You giggled a little through the pain. “Ah, I don’t think that’s my biggest concern–” You looked in Hyde’s direction. “Are you okay?”

You and Hyde were left alone in the basement as the others were grabbing some stuff to help with your current conditions. Donna and Eric were getting an ice pack, Jackie was getting her makeup, and Kelso and Fez… Well, they were doing something.

You held a warm washcloth, dabbing at the little cuts and bruises on Hyde’s face. It was one of the few times you had seen him without his glasses for such a long period of time.

Once you were done, you sighed, smiling at him. “Y’know, you don’t need to get into fights for me.”

Hyde leaned back. “What? For you? Nah, the guy just had a very punchable face.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Right, right, my bad.”

He straightened up a little, clearing his throat. “Well, uh, are you good? I mean, that guy said some pretty nasty things..”

You shrugged a little, looking down. “I’m all good. He’s not the first guy to react like that to me rejecting them. He is the first guy to give me a black eye though.”

At the mention of your black eye, Hyde leaned forward, pushing your hair out of your face and oh so carefully touching your cheek. “Does it hurt?”

You stared at him, your breath hitching. “A little.”

He seemed to take in the fact that the two of you were mere inches away. He swallowed, looking down at you. “(L/N).. I uh.. I didn’t like that you went out with that guy.”

“What?” You furrowed your brows. “Why? Because he was like– a douche?”

“I mean, yeah, but I think it was ‘cause I uh…” He licked his lips. “I might, uh..”

Before he could say what he had on his mind, Donna and Eric made their way down the stairs, and you and Hyde quickly scooted away from each other.

Donna handed you the ice pack, and you pressed it to your eye, hissing a little.

“Jackie will be back with her makeup pretty soon, but I’d suggest not putting it on at least until the swelling goes a little down.” Donna hummed.

“Yeah, she–” Eric had started to go on a ramble about something, but you weren’t paying attention. Your eyes were on Hyde, who had casually gone back to his chair, acting as if your moment didn’t happen.

Was he going to say he liked you? What would that mean for your relationship? You were attracted to him, you had to admit, but did you like him?

Should you break your promise?

#x reader #fem reader #friends to lovers #hyde x reader #steven hyde x reader #that 70s show #that 70s show x reader #maneater!reader #playgirl!reader

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gammagoop · 10 months

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making art that i know @ffishstick will like :3

#tf2 #fanart #tf2 fanart #tf2 engineer #tf2 spy #engiespy #they’re fem/masc t4t BY THE WAY!#practical espionage #whats the other one #ah #napoleon complex #70s aesthetic #?#i dont need to tag that but #its fun anyway #masondrawing

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seleneprince · 2 months

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Mulciber: So, are you a boy or a girl?

Sevrina: I'm a fucking mess

#she dressed like a boy for the most part and even acted like one sometimes #she didn't care much wether she was considered a boy or a girl #she could exist peacefully as both #and she found some amusement as well as comfortability in playing both roles #i just love the idea of non-gender conforming fem! severus snape #she made a bunch of people question their sexuality #and having two identities was kinda useful sometimes #like pretending to be one of her friends' boyfriend to scare off annoying suitors #or to get away with stuff because people couldn't specify if the culprit was a girl or a boy #until fifth year there were a lot of people in hogwarts who still debated what snape was #fem snape au #pro snape #snapedom #snape love #severus snape #harry potter #hp incorrect quotes #70's slytherin gang #70's slytherin gang incorrect quotes #bruce mulciber #snulciber #slytherinpride #genderfluid severus snape #because why the fuck not?#they can be anything

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beautifulfaaces · 10 months

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Elaine Hendrix

Facts

December 28, 1970

American actress

Filmography

Frances [The Country Club: 2023]

Alexis [Dynasty: 2019-2023]

Sasha [Rich Boy, Rich Girl: 2018]

Ava [Sex, Drugs & Rock & Roll: 2015-2016]

Sheila [Fetching: 2012]

Eylse [Privileged: 2009]

Ms. Lischak [Joan of Arcadia: 2003-2005]

Kristen [The Chronicle: 2001-2002]

Agent 66 [Maxwell Smart: 1995]

Kelly [Last Dance: 1992]

Appearance

Blonde

Blue eyes

1.73m

Roleplay

Playable: young adult, adult

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sawyerslvt · 1 month

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Missed My Princess - Johnny Slaughter (TCM)

Hii :) This is the sex scene from my story (Two Sides To The Devil) that is up now!!! I’ve removed any spoiler parts so this is spoiler free and smut only! Enjoy ;) Link to episode one of the full story (here) <3

Word Count: 1,877 Warnings: MDNI, smut, intense sex (no blood, knife play- just passionate sex)

He carries you over to the couch, he walks slowly, cherishing his time with you, prolonging the time he gets to hold you in his arms. All while kissing, he gently places you on the couch. He's still kissing you, standing but hunched over. He straightens up and he breaks the kiss but you still hold onto his face. He grabs your hands from his face and places it on his chest so he can pull your shirt off while your hands are raised. He admires your breasts, you have a different bra on. It's a sheer, light blue lace bra. He loves that he can see your hard nipples through them.

He grabs your nipples through your thin bra and you moan averting your eyes away from him. “Keep your eyes on me” He looks at you with narrowed eyes, he’s hungry and you feel like his prey. He squeezes harder and you moan louder. “That’s my good girl” his voice sounds like a growl, it's so low and masculine. You just want him to tear off your clothes and eat you whole. He tugs on your flare-jeans, “take these off darlin’”, you unzip your jeans and slide them down your hips. He gets down on both knees and places himself in front of you. He helps you slide the jeans off the rest of the way and once they’re fully off, he places himself in the middle, between your legs. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting so long for this” he mumbles to himself.

You're sitting there, on his couch, with only a sheer bra and matching panties. He's still fully dressed and you give him a glance, looking him up and down as if to say ‘what about you?’. He looks to you, getting the hint and chuckles “alright princess, I’m being unfair to you”, with a swift move he takes his shirt off and gets closer to you. You put your hands on his body, exploring all his scars and he allows you. You run your hands over his rock hard abs and chest, this man was a work of art.

Before you get to finish exploring he forcefully spreads your legs open, he was sick of the teasing. He needed to taste you, bad. He starts by kissing the insides of your thighs, starting far out and inching closer to you aching cunt. You've been getting wetter by the second and you just needed his touch to play with your clit. He pulls his face away from your cunt and presses his thumb on your sensitive clit. You moan at the pressure he’s putting on it. He pushes harder and harder, holding it still, seeing your face distort into expressions of pure bliss. He grabs hold of your face with his left hand, and kisses you passionately.

He’s still keeping the same pressure, pressing into your clit. You move your hips in circles trying to get his thumb to rub your clit. “beg for it darlin’” his voice is low and slow. You grab onto his broad shoulders and, trying to keep the eye contact, “p-please Johnny, i need your fingers inside me” he smirks and before you get to finish your sentence he pushes his index and middle finger into your wet hole. He’s now rubbing your clit with his thumb, creating tight circles, making sure to keep pressure. His other two fingers sliding in and out of you slowly and sensually. You feel like you can't breathe, you've never been this close to finishing from a man's finger alone. “Mmm gonna cum Johnny!” your words come out more like an incomprehensible moan and you grab hold of his hair again. He takes turns glancing at your beautiful face and your sore opening, biting his lips as he does so. “Not yet princess, hold it for me” he demands and you're trying… you're trying so hard and right as you decide to let yourself cum, he steps away from your pussy.

You let out a frustrated sigh, you were so close but he wouldn't let you cum. You look at him and he has a shit eating grin on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing. He gives you a quick peck on the lips before going down on you, slowly, not breaking eye contact until you feel his heavy breathing on your slit. You gasp, feeling how close he was to your pussy, he stays there for a second, taking a couple breaths only an inch away from your clit. Just as you get impatient, he places the tip of his tongue, slightly under your clit. He pushes into your soaked pussy and lets his tongue slide upwards, brushing over your clit. You flinch at how good it feels and let out a defeated moan.

He starts by taking small licks, that eventually turn into big ones, fast ones and you hear him grunting as he’s flicking his tongue on your clit. You look down on him between your legs, he’s not focused on anything other than your wet slit. You wrap your fingers in his hair, trying to stroke it every now and then but the pleasure is making it impossible to do anything. Once he’s gotten a good taste of you, he shoves his tongue into your wet hole. He makes sure to stroke his tongue all over your entrance, tasting your sweet juices, only making him hungrier. He drags his tongue in sloppy circles inside of you and your moans let him know how unbearable he is. “I know baby, let it all out” he pauses, but gets right back to it. He couldn't get enough and he wasn't gonna stop. “J-johnny… I'm gonna cum” you tell him, half afraid he wouldn't let you cum like before. “Cum on my tongue darlin’”, he’s out of breath and you do as he commands.

You cum in his mouth and feel lightheaded from how sensitive your pussy feels. To your surprise, he doesn't stop. His tongue gets rougher and he’s now abusing your clit, sucking on it. He makes sure to suck with incredible suction power, your pussy juices covering his face, dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He doesnt stop and you feel your legs shaking from the pleasure, overstaying its welcome. “I know. I know. Is daddy hurting you?”. His voice is mocking your movements and he’s wearing a massive smirk. He knows what he’s doing to you, it was obvious by the way you were panting, moaning and screaming at this point. The sensations were too much to handle and you feel a tear falling from your eyes, you're shaking your head to make him stop, all you hear are the wet slurping sounds he's creating with his mouth, devouring your pussy. He sees you shaking your head. “Use your words darlin’. I don't understand” he continues with his mocking tone, he wants to hear you beg. “P-please Johnny. Stop! i-i can't take it anymore” the words escape in a scream, you're fully out of breath and you've cum several times at this point. He finally removes his tongue from your pussy. Before he stands back up, he gives your abused cunt a hard slap, then continues to get back on his feet.

You're sitting on his couch, legs spread apart, clit swollen and sore. You lean back and try to catch your breath. Johnny’s standing over you and he lunges over to you, grabbing your face and connecting his lips with yours. You taste your own pussy on his tongue, the flavor is swirling around your mouth as well as his tongue. He breaks away from the kiss. As he’s standing, you see his hard cock, ready to fill your insides. “Turn around sweetheart” he’s demanding in his tone. You don't feel ready for round two, but god you wanted him bad, you slightly shake your head. “I wasn't asking” he grabs your arm and forcefully turns you around, he pushes your head down to have your ass facing him.

You hear him unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, pulling them down and stepping out of them. You lay with your head against the couch and prepare yourself for him to enter you. But before he enters, he wraps his right hand around your neck, pulling you up to him. Your back arches and he kisses your cheek. “You’re mine” his lips are pressed against your ear and his voice is low and deep. He continues holding onto your neck, and he aligns his big, hard cock with your soaked entrance. He turns your head and gives you one more kiss on the lips.

He slides his thick cock between your pussy lips, teasing you. You buck your pussy into his cock, trying to tell him that you need him bad, and you need him now. “Someone is eager… say please” you can hear him smile as he commands you to beg again. “Please johnny, I need you inside me” you feel weak and you need his cock. “Say it again” he teases as he continues massaging the insides of your pussy lips. “Please Johnny, PLEASE! I'm begging you!” you beg him desperately. “Again” he says simply and you get sick of it. “PLEA-” as you're halfway through your pleading scream he slams his cock, full force, deep inside you. It was rough and you scream feeling his hips fully connect with yours. “You like that?” His voice makes your heart happy. You give weak restrained nods as he’s still holding onto your throat. You continue moaning and screaming in pleasure as he’s thrusting into you.

He was so big, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth stays open as he pounds deep inside your tight little pussy. He slows down a bit and once you get past the high of him sliding in and out of you, you try pushing your hips into his cock. Your hips moving desperately to have him as deep inside you as possible, you hear him letting deep groans escape his throat. “Fuccckkk… just like that princess”. He grabs your ass with both of his big hands and, forcefully, pulls you closer to him, thrusting into you while he pulls you in.

After a couple of minutes of raw, animalistic and wild sex from the back. “Mmm coming, Johnny” your voice is weak and low. “Speak up darlin’, I can't hear you”. He slams into you harder, making it more difficult for you to use your words. “I'm coming!!!” you say as loud as you can. “Cum on my cock, sweetheart” he continues at his merciless speed and you chase your orgasm until you finally release. Your walls are tightening and pulsating around his big dick. You hear him releasing a deep groan, a loud one, as you feel his cock twitch and a warm liquid shoots into your pussy. He pulls out and you feel how his cum is slowly dripping out of your hole. “You look so beautiful like this, princess” he flips you over, so you're facing up, before getting closer to your slit with his face. He licks your cum filled pussy and leaves a trail of saliva and semen as he slides through your folds, over your clit, past your belly button, between your tits and up your neck until he finally reaches your lips. He kisses you passionately, letting the both of your cum and saliva mingle together as you moan weakly. You look at him and shoot him a smile, a nervous giggle slips out of you and he chuckles looking down at your wet, naked body. He’s smiling and you're falling in love with this man.

#tcm #texas chainsaw game #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre game #ff #writing #fanfiction #beginner #johnny #johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #johnny tcm #smut #70s #female reader #fem reader #johnny smut #johnny slaughter smut

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shiftermia · 8 months

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— sour wolf

remus lupin x reader

platonic!sirius black x reader

where sirius asked you to do his makeup and remus got jealous

a/n: fluffy, remus my love. If y’all have anything specific you want to read, I’ll take requests!

“And before you put on the eye shadow, you do the mascara first,” you explained to Sirius, who sat in front of you.

You weren’t that experienced with makeup but when Sirius commented how cool it would be to wear it, you couldn’t resist offering to teach him what little you knew.

“Why?” Sirius asked with furrowed brows, his eyes bright with interest.

You gestured for him to look up so you could do the mascara. “It’s different for everyone but I do it first cause if you mess up its easier to clean.”

Sirius smiled slightly looking up at his dorm ceiling, “I think I’m going to have to do that too.”

You shook your head a little, “it’s just till you get used to it,” you said softly putting the mascara away, now finished.

He licked his lips and avoided your eyes, “do you think I could borrow it sometimes?”

You smiled, nodding your head grabbing the eyelash curler, “yeah, these are for you, what are you talking about?”

Sirius widened his eyes in disbelief, “wait really?” You nodded your head and he barked a laugh. “But what about you? Aren’t these yours?”

You giggled grabbing his face and starting to curl his lashes, “I have more in my dorm, I’m just giving you these.”

“What would I do without a friend like you?” Sirius asked, laughs escaping his lips.

You grabbed your eyeshadow palette and faced him, “not have makeup, now what color?”

Sirius pursed his lips for a moment, looking at all the colors before pointing at a dark red one. “That one, I like that one.”

You sighed with a smile, “you really are a Gryffindor, close your eyes.”

Sirius smiled and tucked his long black hair behind his pierced ears. “That’s where I got placed, darling.”

You both laughed loudly at that, Sirius’s laugh sounding more like a bark.

“Don’t call me that, you flirt!”

Sirius shook his head and was about to say something else when the door opened rather roughly revealing your beloved boyfriend, Remus Lupin.

“Oh, don’t mind me, go back to flirting with each other.” He stormed to his bed and sat down on it, taking off his shoes.

You and Sirius gave each other a wide eyed look and faced Remus once again.

“Oi, whats got in your pants Moony boy?” Sirius exclaimed closing his eyes so you could finish his other eye.

Remus didn’t even turn around, “shut up, Sirius.”

“Don’t be such a sour wolf rem,” you sighed out, distracted on doing Sirius’ eye shadow.

Remus laid out on his bed and snatched his book. “M’ not a sour wolf.” He said grumpily.

“he’s just mad cause I’m hanging out with his darling, instead of him hanging with you, eh Remus?” Sirius called out looking in the mirror studying his makeup.

Remus glared at Sirius and you took that as a sign to get him out of the room before Sirius said anything else.

“Sirius, you want some lipstick?” You asked showing him the two that you brought. “Maroon or lipgloss?”

Sirius hummed and tilted his head, “I dunno, what’d ya think Moony?”

Remus glanced up annoyed, “get out, Sirius.”

Sirius simply nodded unbothered, “maroon it is, your so helpful Moony boy.”

You glanced at Remus to see him rolling his eyes and put the lipstick on his lips. “And now rub them… and your done!”

Sirius looked at himself in the mirror and smiled happily. “It’s perfect! You’re a doll!” He blew a kiss in your direction before running out the room, presumably going to the common room to show James his makeup.

You looked towards Remus to see him actively avoiding your gaze and sighed.

You left the makeup there for Sirius and walked to his bed. “Remus?”

The boy simply turned to the next page, ignoring as you climbed on the bed. “Reeemus?” You sang softly.

“What?” He asked, firmly keeping his eyes away from you. He would immediately cave if he did, how could he ever ignore someone with eyes like yours?

You leaned over him, “are you jealous?” You tilted your head, a strand your hair falling in your face.

“No,” he put down his book and played with your hair instead of looking in your eyes.

You lowered your head to meet his eyes, lips pulling to a grin that had him wanting to kiss you. “Remus?”

He sighed and stared up at you, “yes, dove?”

At the nickname you beamed and straddled his waist, leaning fully on his chest. “missed you today.”

Remus placed his big hands on the small of your back. “yea? Probably would’ve seen me sooner if you weren’t with Sirius.”

You scoffed and ran a hand over his neck, “you know Sirius would get with James before he got with me.”

Remus huffed a short laugh and ran a hand over your head. “You’re completely right, dovey.”

You sat up a little and caressed his face in between your hands. How was it that he was so breathtaking? Every time you looked at him, there was a pang in your chest, yelling at you to go to him.

You weren’t clingy with anyone, you couldn’t really hug any one without it being awkward on your end but with Remus it was different. You could spend all day in his long arms and never want to leave.

“Then why’d you get jealous?” You asked, lips hovering over his.

Remus stared at your lips. “What’d you mean? I didn’t get jealous.”

“Oh you didn’t?” You raised your eyebrows and moved your head slightly, Remus followed the movement and shook his head.

“It was an act.”

You hummed sarcastically, “oh it was?”

He licked his lips and put a hand on your chin, “it was just to get Sirius out of here, wanna have you all to m’self, dovey.”

You smiled and finally kissed him, lips together as if they were made for each other. Moving rather slow but passionate.

“I love you, grumpy.” You whispered in between kisses and he huffed a small laugh.

“m’ not grumpy.”

“Whatever you say, rem.”

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rustedhearts · 7 months

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knockin’ on heaven’s door (70s childhood bestfriend!steve x fem!reader)

summary: to celebrate the one-year-anniversary of the day you decided to be more than best friends, you go on a road trip through new england with steve.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

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tags: short and fluffy, childhood best friends to lovers, casually-dominant steve (again)?, smut!

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new england, november, 1978

"Babe, don't touch the stereo."

"Why not? You rig it, stud?"

Cheeks rosy and swollen hot, Steve grinned at the road ahead and reached with one hand to gently shove your approaching fingers away.

"You know it's the only car rule I have, honey," he defended, guiding your hand back to your denim lap.

Eyes rolling, you leaned your head back against the leather of the Pontiac passenger seat, doing your best to block out the obnoxious sound of Black Sabbath crackling through the stereo speakers. You didn't always find the band obnoxious—but when Steve had Master of Reality on repeat since its debut, and did nothing but brag about how many copies and how many different cover arts he owned...the songs got a little annoying.

"Do we have any Twinkies left?" you groaned, rolling toward the backseat over the headrest.

The car veered a little toward the left as Steve's eyes transferred to your ass, pushing against your Levi bellbottoms and angled toward his face. He resisted the urge to reach out and pop his hand across the fat of it, knowing it always made you shriek and flush and pretend you didn't enjoy it. He made sure to do it extra hard when he had you bent over the bed all alone, drooling into his sheets. He was thinking about asking you to move in together just so he could do it whenever he liked.

"You ate them back in Ohio—sit down."

You flopped back into your seat with a huff, a pout etched on your mouth but a glare set sternly in your eyes. "Don't boss me around, Steven."

Steve chuckled, tongue prodding the end of a sharp white incisor as he took his right hand off the wheel to reach over and squeeze your cheeks.

"But I'm older—and you look so cute all flustered and pouty."

You shoved his hand away by the wrist, feigning disdain—but the touch of his hand, callused from greasy work on the Pontiac and his new part-time position at the plant under his father had your insides squirming. Unbeknownst to him, you pondered over evenings spent kissing him hello after a long day at work, basking in the way he'd pull you in by the waist with a dirty, oiled hand. There was something so manly about him lately. He was no longer the boy you grew up with.

Falling in love could do that, you supposed.

The pair of you decided on a romantic road trip a few weeks ago. It was a late anniversary celebration—one year since your first kiss, followed by a few weeks of uncomfortable tip-toeing around blossoming romantic feelings, until ultimately crumbling and tumbling into an unspoken agreement to never look back on friendship, and only look forward to commitment. You wanted no one but each other, and there was no point in denying it any longer.

The road trip spanned the New England states, and the rest of the Midwest between Indiana and your final destination in Connecticut. The motels along the way were small and dingy, fly-infested and sticky, but Steve kept you safe in his arms. It felt good to get out of Indiana and be on your own. You felt like real adults, a real pair of lovers venturing out of their circle for life on the road.

Winstons thrown on the dash and shoved against the windshield, eight track spinning, leather soaked in nicotine and the vetiver musk of Steve's cologne—the Pontiac was your home that week.

But he could've at least packed a few more Twinkies.

"There’s some Slim Jims in the glove box, I think,” Steve mumbled, rubbing at his eye with the back of his knuckle.

The road fatigued him, but he refused to let you drive. The Pontiac was his pride and joy, and you tried not to let it irritate you that he didn’t even trust you with it. You, who had been there when his father handed him the keys, who was the first person to ride passenger when he got his license at sixteen. But Steve insisted that you looked better in the passenger. He could be a little old fashioned that way.

“You tired?” you asked as you rummaged through the glove box.

Steve shook out his hair, blinking rapidly at the road ahead. It was midday, sky chilled with pigeon grey clouds, casting shadows over the grey asphalt and bursts of orange and scarlet leaves flanking the road from high trees.

“M’ fine. Hand me a smoke, will you, honey?”

“Slim Jim first, sweetheart,” you drawled, mimicking his mumble.

Steve’s eyes rolled, though his mouth subsequently coiled into a grin. He loved when you teased him like you used to. His biggest worry when you finally decided to shift to dating was that you’d lose the playfulness your friendship always had. He didn’t want to lose that.

Luckily, the past year had been nothing but laughter and love. It sickened you a little to know how much you ached for Steve Harrington.

You peeled the plastic packaging on the dried jerky and shoved it in your mouth, reaching forward to the windshield where his crumpled Winstons were. You slid one from the box, plucking his silver Zippo, engraved with his initials (a Christmas gift a few years ago from yours truly), from the front pocket of his flannel. Brown and green, soft, a little faded from detergent powder. You had to fight the urge to shove your nose into his neck and sniff him like a dog. Later.

Steve tipped his chin out, lips parting with just enough room for the familiar cigarette. Once perched firmly in his mouth, you flicked the lighter open and singed the end. Steve closed his lips around the filter and sucked hard, popping them open to expel smoke from his nose.

“Thanks, baby,” he muttered around it, reaching over to smooth his hand over your thigh.

You leaned into it, watching the shape of his fingers overtake your leg. “Mhm.”

He felt over the denim of your jeans, sturdy but still worn. They were a few years old. He could remember the day you bought them at Sears, because he was there with you. Hours trailing the linoleum tile, head tipped back to watch the fluorescents buzz and whizz by, listening to the crank of receipts and ding of bells. You spent a good thirty minutes just in the denim, holding up options and popping in and out of the fitting room with different styles.

That was the first time he noticed how glorious the shape of your ass was.

Steve’s fingers wandered in his daydream, inching toward the apex of your thighs where the seam of your jeans pressed tight against your panties. You jolted, turning to see the cigarette puffing clouds over Steve’s nose.

“Hey,” you mused, watching his finger trace your zipper. “Whatcha doin’?”

Steve pulled his hand away, removing his cigarette to ash it in the crack of the open window. The way his neck craned, purpled vein protruding against soft and freckled ivory skin, made your mouth water. Your teeth tingled to bite.

“Nothing.”

You wanted to pull back his hand, guide it between your legs again and tell him he didn't have to stop. You didn't want him to stop. But his eyes were shuttering against the warm light peeking through tufts of clouds, lips puffing at his cigarette greedily—a sure sign of a sleepy Steve.

Reaching over, you smoothed your hand through the back of his hair, shaggy and soft and longer than it's ever been before—he tipped his head back an inch to lean into it.

"Come on," you cooed, finger twisting a silky lock into a limp curl. "Let's stop and get coffee."

✶ ✶

"Ugh," Steve grunted into an orange porcelain diner mug. "Fuck, I needed that."

You concealed a grin with the rim of your own mug, lifting it to your mouth to gulp down the warm stream of acidic brown liquid. You sweetened it with a pink sugar packet and a small vat of vanilla creamer, but it still doesn't taste like Steve's does. When he made it for you at home (still insistent upon bringing you a thermos after class), he poured as much sweetness as possible. Something sweet for my sweetheart. Such a sap.

"You hungry?" Steve asked, flipping over a laminated menu to check the lunch options.

You shrugged, mug clinking on the sticky tabletop. Steve eyed you carefully over it, assessing your sudden distance. He slipped a hand beneath the table and knocked it on your knee, settling it into a smooth glide across your thigh like he did in the car. You flashed him a bashful grin.

"Split some pancakes?" he suggested. You nodded.

The waitress came and went in a polyester flitter, and soon an opalescent plate of blueberry pancakes sat between your elbows, slowly sloughed off by pulls of metal fork prongs. Steve let you have a little more than him, noticing the way you waited for his bite to go before grabbing your own. Always so considerate, always so sweet.

"Did you ever think," you started, swallowing down a burst of warm fruit, "that we'd be here?"

Steve placed his fork down, licking remnants from his lips. "Where?"

You huffed, wiggling your fork through another bite. "You know..."

Steve did. He leaned forward on his arms, glancing around fleetingly before fixing you with a sly and half-cocked grin. "Like...makin' out and shit? Doin' the nasty?"

You giggled, eyes rolling. "Stop. You know, did you ever...think about it?"

Steve eased back against his side of the booth, arms slipping from the table into his lap. He rummaged through his jeans until he found his pack of smokes, poking one into his mouth to rest a moment. His eyes took on the vacancy of thought. You waited, overtaken by diner clinks and chatter. Your insides squeezed in anticipation.

"I don't know. I always thought you were beautiful. Always thought you were sweet and...knew you'd make some guy really happy, but...I guess I never thought it'd be me. Not really...Did you?"

With warmth pulsing in your cheeks, you tipped your gaze down to your lap and picked at the skin around your red-polished nail. Steve liked them red. He said it was his favorite color on you.

"I thought Nancy Wheeler was an absolute idiot for letting go of you," you murmured.

Peeking up through your lashes, you found Steve's smirk fading into a slow bite of his bottom lip. God, were you always so sexy when you talked about loving him?

Unlit cigarette dampened at the filter perched between his fingers, Steve leaned forward on his forearms again and cleared his throat. His eyes dashed around the diner once more before fixing on yours.

"Do you wanna get outta here?"

Blueberry and coffee on his breath. You wanted nothing more than for him to light that cigarette and watch him pull it away with that strong, working man's hand. You wanted nothing more than to have him tug you in by the belt loop like he did that first time you kissed in his driveway.

You lurched forward a little too fast. "Yes."

✶ ✶

The click of the motel door lock sent shivers down your back. The bags fell next, dropped with zippered clinks and heavy thuds. The keys clattered on the round wooden table near the curtained window, thrown from Steve’s hand. You fumbled to release your feet from their booted confines and watched with bleary eyes as Steve removed his own. He fiddled with the tiny tortoise buttons of his flannel, and you whipped your sweater over your head.

“Wait, wait,” he rushed, leaping forward and snatching your hands before you could unhook your bra.

Grinning, you went plaint in his hold and stepped a little closer. He let your hands slip from his, dropping back to your sides and giving him room to move. His palms swept over your waist, gliding up your spine until he found the soft band of your bra. He unhooked it with ease, dragging the dainty pink straps down your arms until it fell to the floor with a thud.

Once exposed, the warmth of his hands encompassed your breasts, pulling a small gasp from your throat. Head tipped up to admire the attentiveness of those hazel eyes, you nuzzled your nose into his jaw.

“You’re so warm,” you cooed, nose slipping down his throat.

A chuckle rumbled through him like thunder, reverberating into you. His thumbs swept over your nipples and gently pinched the peaks. Something between a giggle and a yelp squawked from your mouth, pulling another laugh from his chest. Steve’s head dropped into your neck, teeth nipping and mouth sucking at skin.

Your head fell back with a groan, hands clawing at his hair. For just a moment, you gave into the slow, teasing pleasure. Swaying in his arms, pressed half-naked against his body, letting every lick of his tongue against your flesh tingle through you like electric shocks.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Okay, wait, wait,” you moaned, tipping away from his mouth. “Just…can you…”

Steve scraped his teeth along the side of your throat and peppered quick kisses upward until he met your jaw. Once there, he pulled back and brought his hand to your jaw, holding it steady.

“What?” he whispered. “What d’ya need, baby?”

Rubbing your hand up and down his forearm, you made your eyes into those round, weepy shapes that made him coo and give into whatever you wanted. You’d been doing it for years—once used for cheeseburgers at football games and a bite of his last Twinkie, now used to coax him into giving you what you wanted without clothes.

But this time, Steve chuckled and shook his head. “No, no, don’t use those eyes on me. Tell me what you want, and maybe…I’ll give it to you.”

Lip jutting out, you pressed a firm kiss to his chin. “Maybe?”

Steve laughed, using his grip on your chin to pull your head down and plant his own kiss on your forehead. “C’mon, honey, you know you got me whenever…wherever you want.”

You pondered a moment, lips pursed shyly. He waited. He waited with bated breaths, taken shallowly through his nose, eyes trained on your still body. You took a small, socked step back across the plush pink carpet, toward the bed. It yipped against the impact of your thigh.

“Well, in that case…” You were quiet, and when you turned around and placed your knee on the mattress, Steve didn’t quite know where it was going.

But then your hand came down, pressing into the quilt. The other knee, dipping into the springs. Crawling, back arched and chin tucked over your shoulder to blink all bashful and sweet at the man staring in wonderment.

“I want you…like this.”

Steve whipped his belt off, silver buckle clinking with a thud on the floor. You could’ve sworn he ripped his zipper and popped the button with how fast his hands were moving, and soon he was fully nude and reaching for you as he maneuvered behind you against the bed.

His hands hooked into the waistband of your jeans, giving them one harsh tug and bouncing you in between. You giggled, doing your best to aid his hurried, eager movements. Your panties came next, a flash of pale pink fabric in his fist and then a speck on the floor.

"Fuck, hang on," he huffed, leaving you with a cool draft as he scrambled for his pants on the floor.

Steve pulled a brown leather wallet from the back pocket and whipped out a familiar plastic square, resuming his spot behind you just as swiftly. You kept your eyes trained on him over your shoulder as he rolled it on, as his shoulders pulled in and his swelling biceps strained as he attempted to keep his pulsing erection at bay. He needed to make you believe you didn't drive him absolutely insane. He had to have some sort of decency.

But with you, it was hard.

All he ever wanted to do was—

"Oh, fuuuuck." Dive in.

And once he was there, splitting you in two and bringing vibrancy to your flesh, rendering you mindless and stupid and so fucking beautiful—the world fell away. All Steve knew, all he wanted to feel: was you.

"Oh, God, Steve," you mewled, gripping the rough fabric of the bedspread in your fists like bracing for a rollercoaster.

Steve's hands took hold of the globes of your ass, feeling every ripple under his palms as his hips pistoned with vigor. Fucking you always had him feverish. It was though he lost all sense of himself, pouring every ounce of being into you. He had never given himself to another woman the way he gave himself to you.

Using your hips as leverage, Steve yanked you back into his pelvis, eliciting a broken yelp muffled by a mouthful of mattress. Burying your face into the bed, you fell pliant to his animalistic charge, barely conscious of his babbles behind you.

"Ooh, yeah, s' good, baby. Oh, fuck yeah. Oh, oh."

A heavy hand came sweeping down on your asscheek, cracking in a sharp snap of skin on skin. The impact had you shrieking and shivering, back contracting into a delirious series of arches and relaxations. Your legs were jelly and eyes bursts of white, and it hadn't even been five whole minutes.

He was just that good.

Steve snickered, out of breath but too cocky to let it slide. He tipped his head to watch your slickness gush down his cock, admiring the way you squeezed like a fleshy, gummy sleeve up and down, dripping with every prod.

"Aw, look at that. You love when I do that, don't you s-sweetheart—fuck, m' cumming."

It was like music to your ears. His mockery, his low grunts and groans, the raspy crispness to his voice when he was buried deep inside you. When he came, he crumbled. Shuddering into a halved version of himself, crouching close to you, hands like bad mufflers over your hips, mouth full of saliva and moans.

His forehead clung to the skin of your spine with shared exertion, breath hot across your back. He hummed mindlessly, floating in a half sleep lulled by your body.

"Gonna pull out," he mumbled a bit later, bracing your hips when his hands were steady enough.

You settled against the bed, catching your breath against harsh quilt fibers, watching through the blurry haze of your eyes as he moved through the room. Padding to the bathroom, the soft snap of used plastic, the metallic ping of heavy release hitting the bottom of the bin. The soft rush of water, the click of the rosy bathroom light snuffed out. Coolness between your legs, massaged with hands too gentle for the work they did. You groaned, soothed by his shushes and hums. The bathroom light stayed off when he went back in.

And when he returned, he tugged you close with an arm around your waist, sticky skin fused together like one beneath a sheet that didn't smell like home. Steve kissed your cheek, thumb rubbing into your rib.

"Get some rest," he whispered. "We'll be back on the road in a bit."

✶ ✶

You slept. And you slept on the road, too. Once tired of Twinkie complaints and chowing down on Slim Jim remnants, you somehow found your head in Steve's lap. Tipped over across the front seats, cheek pressed into his thigh, hair dripped over his jeans. He glanced down at you every few stoplights, taking a few moments to rub his hand on your cheek.

Welcome to Connecticut! whizzed by in the soft orange light of a Thursday sunset. Careful not to wake you, Steve leaned toward the windshield and swiped a smoke. He tapped the ashes into the road, careful not to let them flutter on your peaceful face. He smiled around a mouthful of sweet Winston smoke.

He was lucky to call his best friend the love of his life.

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lindszeppelin · 1 year

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DIRTY DEEDS [pt. 1]

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

Prompt: 1970s New York. Austin is tightly wound in the Italian Mafia. Living a life of crime has it's drawbacks. Austin and his wife figure out whether enjoying the perks of being the hottest couple in the big apple with high roller power is worth their lives.

Rating: Mature. 18+.

Word Count: 13.5k

Warnings: Violence, physical assault, blood, smut, oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), swearing, some 70s slang/verbiage, drinking, corruption

The streets of New York City are dangerous to navigate for the uninitiated. It's not enough to be savvy with book smarts - that will only get you so far in life. Try walking down 5th Avenue at night. Even if you're the smartest person in the world who thinks they know everything, you're a damn fool. Best case scenario is you're gonna get mugged within an inch of your life, and the robbers will leave you a bloody pulp on the sidewalk like yesterday's trash. One has to be wise to the dealings of the streets. It's a dog eat dog world, and only the toughest, thick-skinned individuals can survive the Big Apple unphased.

For Austin Butler, a life of brazen crime was not one that he envisioned for himself. It seemed like he was thrust into quick sand, and before he knew which way was up it was too late. Austin was no regular Joe-Schmoe however. He was well aware of the goings on around New York City. As an actor who's climbing the social ladder and intertwining himself into the higher echelons of society, he's learned a thing or two about keeping your mouth shut and never fucking with the wrong people.

But Austin is one of the lucky ones. At least to any outsider. He came from a good, loving family who supported his dreams. While money didn't grow on trees, he was well off than most people. His parents raised him on the value of a dollar and treating others with respect. Plus, he knew what it was like to go hungry. Ever the gentle soul, he was drawn to helping the less fortunate. And New York City's growing homeless population was the perfect breeding ground for those with dastardly schemes to sink their teeth into the ripe flesh and feed.

It's no secret that the Italian community is thriving and strong, becoming the backbone of the state's culture. You can't walk down the street without seeing about three Italian restaurants, a deli serving the freshest meats, and a pizzeria selling hot pies like it's going out of style. But before New York City became rife with bigshots with bloated pockets full of hundred dollar bills wrapped in rubberbands, poor immigrant families of times yonder sailed the seas to Ellis Island. Brooklyn became a home away from home for these wandering souls. Little Italy was just a small slice of the Bronx, but everybody knew everyone's business.

One of these immigrant families ruled the city with an iron fist, and they have been for generations. The thoroughbred Sicilians named the Tenaglia's reigned supreme, offering those in need of assistance with whatever they asked for. But of course, it always came with a price. The poorest of neighbors to the high ranking officials of the city like the police were in the back pockets of the Tenaglia's. You name it - lawyers, bankers, real estate brokers, doctors and others were on bended knee to the Tenaglia's - especially to the Godfather, Don Antonio Tenaglia. And nobody batted an eyelash. It's a funny thing what money can do to a person's morale.

Austin's acting career led him to the Big Apple mostly for gigs and also for charity work on the side. It was here that he met someone that would alter the course of his life. Pellegrino Tenaglia was the youngest son of Antonio, and often considered the best looking Tenaglia - his long dark locks are always tucked nicely behind his ears, and his dark hazel eyes shine gorgeously off his olive oil tanned skin. If he wasn't knee deep in his father's business he would probably make it big as a model or movie star. Antonio made sure all his sons latched onto some kind of career where they could have a foothold in all different areas of the city. Pellegrino is a nice boy and dutifully respects his father. So he took up looking after some of the charities in the poor neighborhoods. While it's not the life that Pellegrino wanted for himself, who was he to go against the wishes of his iron fisted family? As the baby of the bunch he knew it was almost impossible for him to get a word in edgewise before he gets overshadowed by his older brothers who think they know better. He figured that while he was put into this situation, he might as well try to do some actual good for the community he was born and raised in. This was where his path with Austin would collide.

While it might seem like an unlikely match, Austin and Pellegrino bonded naturally over their love of helping the less fortunate. They were also close in age with Austin being a year older than him at 31. They struck up a friendship rather quickly, and pretty soon the laidback Tenaglia son showed Austin around to some local spots. While Pellegrino is a party animal, he likes to schmooze and have a good time. He can make quick friends with strangers in only minutes with a flash of his crooked smile and effortless charm.

Nightlife in the city was unmatched. Studio 54 was the hottest dance club to ever grace the nation - anyone who's anyone goes there to rock to the pumping music and get their picture taken for publicity. Austin was a shy man, so he doesn't get out to dance that much. But spending time with Pellegrino, who goes by Green, allowed the genteel blonde to open up more.

"You gotta get out and embrace life a little, man. I know you don't wanna be cooped up in a soup kitchen all damn day. Lemme show you the ropes." Green would say cheerily, his thick Bronx accent rolling off his tongue.

One of these particular evenings, the line at Studio 54 was reaching far around a couple of blocks. While Green could probably sweet talk the bouncers with a knowing wink and the utterance of his last name, he got the better idea to take Austin to a hole in the wall club that most people don't know about. "It's fucking awesome in here. You're gonna love it." Green would say, pushing Austin along with a firm but friendly hand on his back. Austin on the other hand is sweating bullets.

One last turn of a corner and there they were, at their destination. Green held the door of the club open for Austin and the tall man walked in with his tail tucked between his legs. If you didn't know it, one could assume Austin was on his way to get a stern lecturing from his boss based on how badly he was shaking. He was out of his element completely. But he didn't have time to convince Green to turn around and walk home. Before Austin knew it, he was already thrust to the club's bar and forced down onto an open barstool with a slap on the back from his friend. The bartender nodded to the gentleman and expectantly waited for their orders.

Green spoke up first with his voice, smooth as butter. "A beer for me, please. And what do you want, Butler?" He asked.

Austin cleared his throat and tired his best to adjust quickly to the change in surroundings. "Uh, i'll have a whiskey on the rocks." Austin spoke to the bartender politely. The sharp dressed man in a polyester suit behind the bar went to work on fixing up the men's drinks.

The loud music blaring and the chatty cathy's coming in and out of the club passing by Austin was overwhelming to his senses. He could feel his wallflower demeanor start to creep up on him. He hoped he could curb the anxiety by placing a Marlboro cigarette between his plush lips and flicking his zippo lighter he pulled from his pants pocket, inhaling the cloud of smoke deeply into his lungs before exhaling through his nose.

Green seemed to notice his friend's reservations and leaned his elbow on the counter, facing Austin with his muscular build. "Hey man, no stress. You know I wouldn't take you to a place that wasn't happenin'. Once you get some of that whiskey down your neck I'm sure your feet will lead you to the dance floor." He said, projecting his voice loud enough over the music so Austin could hear.

The shy man put the cigarette between his lips as he ran a hand through his long golden tresses. "We'll see where the night takes us I suppose." He muffled. Two long fingers grasped the cigarette as he took another drag and blew the smoke out the side of his mouth, away from his friend.

This satisfied Green who plastered a wide grin across his face, and patted Austin on the shoulder. Austin was used to getting physically manhandled by Green, it was just how he showed his affection. "Cool, man. That's what I like to hear. Keep an open mind."

Clubs were not a place that Austin frequented very much, if at all. He was the kind of man to enjoy staying home or going out to a nice restaurant. He wouldn't even consider himself a dancer. To think about going out on the dancefloor and moving his feet to the beat of the music has his palms clammy and his stomach doing nauseating flips.

The bartender slid down a freshly cracked Heineken for Green, who thanked the man behind the counter with a nod before wrapping his lips around the bottle and guzzling down the frothy liquid.

Slowly but surely the music started to dwindle down and a sleazy voice slurred over the club's speakers. "Alright ladies and gents, this one goes out to two very foxy mamas out there on the dance floor. You know who you are. Take it away." Said the DJ, a little too close to the microphone. The curly haired mustachioed man behind the booth replaced the vinyl with a fresh one on the turntable, and turned the volume all the way up to eleven.

The sweet melodic strings of Bee Gees "More Than a Woman" rolls on through the club and hit's Austin's ears. Instinctively he rolls his eyes. He's heard the song all over the radio and frankly he despises the tune for how overplayed it is. But tonight will give him a reason to turn his opinion around, he just doesn't know it yet. The party goers all rushed to the dance floor and grabbed a partner. Anyone who had any sense at all would be swaying back and forth to the music, but Austin and Green were onlookers as they observed from their barstools on the second floor of the club.

Austin kept taking drags from his cigarette, watching the way that the beautifully dressed women were spinning around their partners. While he wasn't one to think he had a chance at dancing, he did yearn for a special someone to hold close to him and put the rhythm in his body. While he looked on with a good poker face, on the inside his heart swelled for the chance to take his forever lady on the floor. Maybe one day.

Completely oblivious to the two men, the bartender placed Austin's whiskey on the counter with his own coaster. When Austin heard the glass clink down on the counter top he spun back around and gingerly sipped away at the musky amber liquid. He tapped the excess ashes of his cigarette in a nearby ashtray, taking his eyes off the dancefloor to shyly study the mound of ice in his glass, letting his melancholia posses his thoughts.

Green however was not one to wither away into his drink. He kept his focus entirely on the crowd of dancers, admiring the smooth moves from some of the couples. His foot was tapping on the floor and his head was bobbing along in time to the swing beat. This was his sanctuary away from his family, and he found comfort in the multi-colored lights and sparkling discoball that shined like a beacon touching down from Heaven.

As he scoped out the crowd his eyes narrowed in on two particular women in the center of the floor, dancing together. His deep set eyes widened at the realization. "Holy shit. Unbelievable." He gawked.

"Hmm?" Austin mumbled, quirking his brow at Green.

"My wife is down there. I was wondering where this chick was at all day. Should have known I'd find her on some dancefloor." Green laughed. He took another swig of his beer, his eye never leaving the vision of his wife working wonders on the floor. Tiffany was also a party animal like Green. The two go together like bread and butter. If she wasn't out shopping or at home making the house all perfect for her husband when he gets home, she's out strutting her stuff under a discoball.

"No kidding," Austin chuckled. "She's a dancer?" He asked, bringing his cigarette back to his lips.

Green smirked knowingly. "Only the best dancer in the whole tri-state area as far as i'm concerned." Green leaned back against the bar counter and admired his wife twirling around on the lower level.

Austin blew his smoke out his nose and spun around on his barstool to face the crowded floor once more. "Which one is she?" He asked, trying to scope out the terrain.

Green gestured to the dance floor with the nose of his beer bottle. "You see the one in the middle of the floor with the red hair? Green dress? That's my Tiffany." He smiled proudly, his heart swelling at the thought that the beautiful woman out there dancing to her heart's content was his wife.

Austin squinted his eyes, finally landing on the firey redhead, who stood out among the crowd of blondes and brunettes alike. He nodded absentmindedly to himself that but of course the handsome Tenaglia son would bag a beautiful girl. He caught a glimpse of her satin green dress twirling around her as she spun hand in hand with her dance partner. Tiffany was never alone on the dance floor, her best friend would always accompany her. And tonight was as per usual.

As the men watched Tiffany dance, they could finally see the woman she was dancing with. At first all that they could make out was a mass of fluffy, perfectly bouncy blown out curls. When the woman finally spun around, her visage no longer a mystery, Austin's jaw nearly hit the floor. The mystery woman looked like she had stepped out of a fairytale. Her curves were supple and accented gorgeously with white bellbottom pants and a cropped long sleeve top that was tied at the small of her waist, accenting her cleavage. Did Cupid just come down and strike Austin's heart with an arrow? Because in all his life he swears he's never seen a more sexy creature. He leaned forward on his barstool, trying to get a better look at the woman who set his heart asunder. At any moment he was sure he'd have a heart attack. "Who's that dancing with your wife?" Austin asked perhaps a little too nervously, but he tried to play it off.

Green rose to his feet to get a better view from up above. "Oh that's Y/N. She's like a sister to Tiff. Known her for years. She's a nice girl." Green placed his hands on his hips and turned back on his boot heels to face Austin. Almost immediately he could tell that Austin was somewhere on another planet. He had faraway eyes, and all he heard Pellegrino say was her name. It played on a loop in the blonde's mind, thinking it was the most beautiful string of syllables he's ever heard. He so lost in his own thoughts that he barely noticed his cigarette was burning so fast that it was mostly all ash crumbling in his hands and threatening to make a mess of his nice slacks.

Green smirked at his friend, and raised a quizzical brow. "You want me to introduce you?" He asked, knowing the answer would most likely be yes.

Austin's mouth went dry at the thought. She looked like an angel as she smiled wide, giggling with Tiffany as the women danced around each other. The way her body swayed to the beat of the music sent blood rushing straight to Austin's manhood. He needed to know her. He had to talk to her. But like this? Austin felt like a school boy with a crush on the prettiest girl in the class. He rubbed the sweat from his palms onto his thighs and tried his best to quell the blood rushing straight for his cock. Not that it had been a long time since Austin was with a woman. But there was something about this femme fatal that captured his unique interest. She beguiled him from across the room. For all she knew, she didn't even know of his existence. Not yet anyway.

"Do you think she'd go for me? Honestly." Austin asked Green anxiously.

The charming brunette walked up to Austin and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, shaking him a little to jostle those nagging thoughts out of his mind. "Listen here. You're a single, well-to-do good looking man. She's my wife's best friend, an exceptional dancer, and she's also single. I know she hasn't gone steady with a guy for a long time. She's not a sleaze, she's got brains and a heart. So in my opinion I think you two would hit it off. But we don't know that for sure unless you make a move." Green said confidently. He was right. How could you really know unless you just plunge headfirst into the deep end. Tonight, Austin would be putting his faith in the universe and himself to the test.

Austin placed the barely there cigarette between his lips and inhaled deeply. He nodded as he let the smoke exhale from his nostrils. Austin was accepting his fate. He knew he would either let the anxiety he was feeling ruin his night and have him leaving the club, crawling under the covers never to see the light of day again. Or, he would probably embarrass himself when sweet talking his dreamgirl. Either option is far from acceptable. But, he had to make the effort and try. Otherwise some other guy would scoop her up before he has the chance. This was it. It was now or never.

"Fuck it. You're right." Austin said, self assured in his final decision.

Green took hold of the glass of whiskey Austin was nursing and forced it into the blonde's hands. "Drink up brother, I can tell you haven't done this shit in a while." He laughed.

Austin smiled nervously, a breathy chuckle fogging up the glass. "Is it that obvious?" He asked. Austin took a generous helping. The amber liquid pooled into his mouth and coated his tongue, letting the fragrant musk linger on his palette before swallowing it down in one gulp.

"Unfortunately yes, but I think we can remedy that. Just follow my lead and you'll be good as gold. Capisce?" Green slapped Austin on the back before nudging him off the barstool and up on his feet.

As the Italian man took Austin by the collar of his shirt he felt like the room was spinning. He pushed Austin down the flight of stairs that led from the second floor down below to the open dance floor. Every which way drunk patrons were fumbling around the tall blonde. The flashing colored lights disoriented him as he kept his eagled eyes strictly on his earth angel. His heart was about to leap out of his chest.

As the romantic Bee Gees song came to a fadeout, Tiffany and her friend slowed their movements and paused to catch their breaths. Out of the corner of her brown eyes, Tiffany spotted Pellegrino. The expression on her cherub face was one of surprise and pure delight.

Green's arms fell open to his sides and he beamed out a pearly white smile. "Well well, look at what we have here! My beautiful wife is dancing without me." He spoke playfully.

The cute redhead scrunched her button nose and scurried over to her husband. Tiffany's porcelain complexion balanced out with her eye-catching locks, which she paired with a matching red lipstick. Her satin dress was a divine shade of sage, complimenting her perfectly. She cutely tip toed on the balls of her heeled feet and flung her arms around Pellegrino.

"Fancy seeing you here, handsome!" Said Tiffany excitedly. She had the voice of a princess, and her sunny personality was definitely infectious. She could light up a room. No wonder why Pellegrino married her. The lovebirds hugged each other in a warm embrace for what seemed like eternity. And while Green and Tiffany were wrapped up in each other, Austin couldn't hide the obvious fact of his staring at the gorgeous creature standing beside the redhead.

A shy, nervous smile crept up on the corners of his voluptuous lips at the woman standing by Tiffany's side. Now that she was close enough to him, Austin could make out more of her features up close. She was even more beautiful than he had realized, which strikes him dumb and unable to function. The woman smiled back at Austin as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ears. To his surprise, she looked like she was captivated by him as well. He noticed that she gave him a quick once over, eyeing his tall and built frame accented gorgeously in Austin's suit- and she definitely liked what she saw.

Tiffany pulled away from Green and gave him a quick peck on the lips, wiping off the red lipstick residue from her husband's mouth. Green sheepishly smiled and turned his attention back to Austin. "Babydoll, there's someone I want you to meet. This is my friend Austin Butler. Austin, this is my better half."

Austin snapped out of his daydream and turned his attention to his friend. He nodded and graciously shook her hand. "Tiffany, it's a pleasure to meet you."

She giggled, her friendly eyes shimmering as she stood tall and proud. "Nice to meet you too Austin."

Green placed one of his hands around Austin's shoulder, and the other one gestured out to Y/N. "And this is Y/N. She keeps my Tiffany on her toes, literally." He laughed.

Austin closed the distance with one stride of his long legs, and he held out a trembling hand to the beautiful lady. "Hi. It's most certainly a pleasure to meet you, Y/N." He cooed.

Her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, blushing at how kind and downright handsome the blonde was. She extended one of her hands, and the minute she made contact with Austin he felt a bolt of lightening rock him to the core. To hold onto just this tiny piece of her was intensely electrifying. He couldn't help but gasp faintly as he looked into her gorgeous eyes. She was sucking him right into her sphere.

Finally, he heard his angel speak. "It's wonderful to meet you too, Austin."

And as the saying goes, the rest is history. To say that Austin was smitten about you was an understatement. He always struggled in past relationships, trying to find the girl of his fantasies that he could settle down with. Because of his celebrity status he either had girls that just wanted to fuck him and run to the press about it, or girls that only saw dollar signs.

But you were different. You saw through to who Austin was at a soul level, and you loved him as if he was just any run of the mill person. To you, he is your guiding light. And you intend to keep him happy for the rest of your life. You and Austin spent every waking moment together. Soon enough you were spending holidays with his family and getting ingrained with the Tenaglia's, who had in a way adopted Austin as their unofficial son and brother. To have their approval meant the world to you, and to him as well. Finally, he had found the missing piece to his puzzle. He felt whole and complete with his woman by his side - his dance partner for all eternity.

The tabloids had a field day when it was announced that the handsome bachelor was engaged to be married. Pictures of you and him were smattered across every newspaper on the east coast. Eventually, he permanently moved from California to settle down with you in New York. This transition worked out well in favor of the Tenaglia's who liked to keep their friend close by to them.

Pellegrino was chosen as best man, and Tiffany was the maid of honor. Anyone who was anyone was invited to the "wedding of the decade", according to the New York Times.

The dance circuit was still as popping as ever, and after a little while of settling into married life and figuring out finances, you and Austin merge as business partners to create Tease - the hottest club to rival that of Studio 54. Every Saturday there would be a dance competition called Boogie Nights where all the best dancers would compete for first place bragging rights, a trophy, and a bit of a cash prize. It was good incentive for people to keep stopping by the club and spending their hard earned money at Tease.

The place actually started to be self sustainable after only a month or two. Green naturally drew more people into the club, and he used a lot of his connections in the mob to bring his friends down there and spread the word. it wasn't long before Tease was the most popular club in New York. The likes of celebrities, musicians, actors and more were spotted at your club - and it only increased your profits. Most of the money made at Tease was split between you and Austin, and the Tenaglia's also got a small cut for helping to promote the club by word of mouth and a little persuasion.

It's not exactly what you envisioned when opening a club with your husband, to have his mafia compadres be latched onto it, but you learned real quick that to appease the Tenaglia's you had to play by their rules and keep your mouth shut. So that's what you did. Plus you trusted Austin's opinion on the family. They took him in and treated him like a son. So, what harm could it do to have them be a part of Tease?

It's not like you were crawling on your hands and knees for the Tenaglia's to help out with business. Afterall, you and Austin are the hottest couple in New York. While you were once an unknown random woman to the general public who was marrying a high profile celebrity, now you were one yourself. All the women took inspiration from how you wore you hair and makeup on the dancefloor, and they definitely copied your fashion. You were becoming somewhat of a local celebrity. And with Austin by your side, you felt like you could do anything. You were on top of the world.

~~~Present day~~~

Tonight is Boogie Nights down over at Tease. The place is bumping with loud disco music. The club is filled with thick clouds of cigarette smoke, and the clinking glasses of alcohol filled the air. There was barely a seat left unoccupied, it was a packed madhouse. Everyone in the Bronx got all dolled up in their best outfits and hair sprayed high to the heavens for this event. Before the competition starts, you let the patrons have their chance to dance on the floor before the professional competitors tear it up.

You and Austin are like the perfect tag team, keeping the joint going. You're out there on the floor, schmoozing with the guests and selling them on getting a drink at the bar. Meanwhile, Austin is letting in all the high rollers and making sure the friends of the Tenaglia's and other goodfellas are well fed and well drunk. Keeping them happy means keeping everyone happy.

You spot your husband from across the room. You decide to take a break from forging friendships with the crowd and make an appearance by his side. Afterall, you know as well as Austin that when it comes to being linked to the Tenaglia family, you have to show people how powerful you are. Seeing is believing.

Your red dress flows effortlessly around your stocking clad legs, the breeze wafting through your perfectly coiffed curls. You wear your best smile as you near the table at the side of the dancefloor where Austin is working his magic at winning over the men. He looks so sexy in his black button down shirt and grey pinstripe pants that hug the curve of his ass deliciously. A couple of buttons are left undone, on purpose, and the gold cross he's wearing hangs down his chiseled chest and lands in his tufts of blonde chest hairs. He looks scrumptious. You almost can't believe this blonde beauty is yours.

Austin stands over the table, looking authoritative yet friendly as he laughs and greets each man one by one with a firm handshake. You make yourself known by reaching out to touch your husband's back with a soft caress of your hand.

"Hi baby, I see that you've welcomed our guests." You say in your bubbliest voice. "I hope you gentlemen are enjoying your evening." You announce to the entire party. Austin smiles warmly at you, wrapping his arm around your waist and bringing you into his side, showing you off to the men.

The group of Italian men smirk at you, while some of them keep their nose down firmly in their drinks, not giving a damn about niceties and looking to get plastered. The man who you assume to be the ring leader flashes a smile at you, showing off his imperfect teeth. He's probably about 60-something, around the same generation as Don Antonio. He seems to have kind brown eyes. And he has a nice head of salt and pepper hair combed back off his ruddy complexion. A thick Brooklyn accent seeps past his thin lips. "Thank you doll. It's hard to not have a good time when you get treated with the upmost of respect 'round 'ere. Your husband keeps a tight ship I see."

Austin shyly smiles, and you pat his chest lovingly at the praise. "Yes he certainly does. I'm the luckiest woman in the entire world." You say proudly.

As you pass glances around the table, you notice some of the men perk up at you. You brush off the ones the ogle a little too long for your liking, which you thought was inappropriate for the setting and the fact that your husband was standing right next to you. Austin notices this as well. He makes a mental note of which men are looking for trouble so he can keep a close eye on them. Obviously he's aware that you're a beautiful girl, and it's only natural to get a couple of eyes on you. But you're his woman, and these bozos should know their place. Austin leans over and kisses your temple, making a show for certain men at the table. They cock their eyebrows and get the picture, going back to putting their head down and drinking their beverages. That put them off for now, and Austin feels his ego boosting.

"I should be so lucky as to be called her husband. You say I keep a tight ship, sir, but Tease wouldn't be what it is without this little lady right here. She's the reason for it all." Austin cooed, beaming a dazzling grin at you.

The older italian man bowed his head in respect with a smile still plastered on his crooked teeth. "You seem like a good kid, Austin. I speak for everyone here at this table when I say that I wish you and your wife many years of a blissful marriage. It'll be 20 years with my Maria in a couple of weeks, so I understand the bond between a husband and a wife. Not that any of these schmucks would know what it means to bring home the bacon to a doting wife. Ain't that right, boys?" The man said rhetorically, purposefully getting a rise out of the other mobsters at the table. If they wanted to keep their heads, they would nod and laugh along with the joke. Some of them do, and others roll their eyes snidely. Again, Austin took note of who clearly had respect and who didn't.

You perked up, sidestepping over the joke with grace. "Well fellas, please let either me or Austin know if you need anything tonight. More refills on your drinks, a song request. Anything, you name it." You say happily, playing the role of mafia wife to a T.

The older italian man raised his glass. "Greatly appreciated, Miss. Salut." He said. The table all raised in saying cheers before downing their drinks.

Austin bowed gracefully at the entire table, and turned on his heel with you still glued by his side. You could feel Austin's hand grip your waist just a little bit harder as you both walked away.

"You saved me back there. I definitely owe you one later." He said out the side of his mouth, attempting to pass smiles and little nods to the patrons that waved hello to the two of you.

"All in a days work, Mr. Butler." You joked.

Austin chuckled, his laugh reverberating deep within his chest and vibrating off of your body that's tightly pressed into his polyester side. "How's about I get you a drink, baby? Tell me what you want, i'll have Marcus make something special for you." Marcus is the bartender for Tease. He's young, handsome, and charismatic enough to attract everyone and keep them filled with booze. He's not a Tenaglia, but he's aware of the prestige that comes with being part of the family unit. Plus he makes a great cocktail.

Before you were about to say to Austin what you wanted to order, while you're both standing at the bar, a boisterous voice cuts through the music and random chatter of the crowd like glass. You recognize that husky sing-song anywhere. Carmine Tenaglia, also goes by C. He's the oldest son to Antonio. You can always tell when Carmine enters a room because you can hear him before you see him. His voice has taken a bit of a beating, sounding like he smokes about 4 packs a day. He wasn't blessed with conventional good looks like Pellegrino, but he's rough around the edges in a bad boy kind of way that gets the attention from women. His big brown eyes can melt butter, but behind those eyes is a fire that screams "don't fuck with me." He never lets his hair down, he always keeps is slicked back with gel and a side part. And he dresses to the nines. Clearly, he loves the life and everything that comes with it. Out of all the Tenaglia brothers, he enjoys spending money on clothes, cars, and fancy dates - even though he's married. But what his wife doesn't know won't hurt her, according to his logic.

Carmine is imposing, loud, but most of all he commands respect from everyone he meets. As the oldest son, he likes to think he takes charge over his father. And sometimes he will give out orders on behest of the family name before consulting with the other men. You know better than to try and cause problems with him. When he drinks, you never know what Carmine is capable of.

Carmine pushes through the crowd of dancers, and you can now clearly see the Italian man making his way over to you both. He has a nice smile surrounded by his typical 5 o'clock shadow he sports. And of course he's in his Saturday best with a matching black suit adorned with gaudy gold jewelry. "Hey! Look at youse! If I had a nickel for every time I'd see you two attached at the hip i'd be a millionaire." He said, laughing heartily. "Come 'ere, you son of a bitch!" He said, pulling Austin around by the shoulders. Austin laughed and embraced Carmine with a bear hug.

"Hey C, nice to see you." Austin said in the man's ear. After a few seconds of a warm familial hug, Carmine pulls away and looks over Austin, patting him on the shoulders roughly, clearly a Tenaglia family trait of brotherly rough-housing that got passed down.

"Man, you always look like a million bucks. You must go to the same tailor I do. Sanduskies on 34th Street will have you going from rags to riches in a few stitches. Hey, they should use that as their tagline." Carmine chuckled, thinking he's the funniest man since Richard Prior.

Austin blushed and patted Carmine on the back. "I learned from the best." He said, sweetly.

Carmine grabbed Austin by the face with his hands and kissed both his cheeks in typical Italian fashion.

"Oh Marone! Now ain't you a sight for sore eyes." He said, eyeing you once over. "Come give me a hug, you look terrific." Carmine gestured you over with a wave of his hand adorned with rings, his gold chain bracelet rustling along his wrist.

You smiled and hugged Carmine warmly. "Thank you Carmine. Are you here alone?" You asked when you pulled away from the hug - not seeing his latest flavor of the week on his arm.

Carmine shook his head. "Nah, you know me I ain't ever alone. The young buck with little miss fire engine is in tow." He said. The young buck is a nickname he gave to Pellegrino, and little miss fire engine is in reference to Tiffany, if it wasn't obvious enough.

And as if on command, the handsome italian man with his gorgeous redheaded wife make their way over to the three of you.

"Hey, what's going on Austin? Y/N?" Happily said Green. He flashed a warm smile, his olive eyes friendly as he greeted you both with quick hugs.

Carmine laughed. "See, it's a family affair."

"It's nice to see you too, C." Said Tiffany playfully, slapping his arm.

Austin placed one of his hands behind him on the bar countertop. "You guys should get a table before they fill up."

Green raised his brow and threw his arm around Austin's shoulder. "Come join us for a bit, man. It's good to catch up with you." Green narrowed his captivating eyes on you. "Is it okay if we steal him away from you for a little while, Bambi?" He asked. Bambi was the nickname the men gave you, and it's a double meaning. Bambi is short for bambino which means baby in Italian. And Bambi is also in reference to the film because you're as ethereal and beautiful as a doe eyed deer. The nickname coming from Pellegrino pulls at your heartstrings.

"Oh, I suppose I can find a way to live without my marito." You said in a playful longing tone. Marito is one of your many petnames for Austin, and it means husband in italian. Of course, being adopted into an Italian family you learn some choice words.

Austin winked at you and pressed his soft lips to yours in a simple but tender brush of his mouth. "I'll be right back, babygirl." He said in a sultry low tone.

You shivered at his baritone and nodded, chewing on your bottom lip as you drank in the lingering taste of whiskey from the kiss he left behind.

In a flash, the three men waltzed their way to a smokey corner of the club. Tiffany stayed behind with you.

"I'll keep you company, honey. Besides, I wanna dance. Let's boogie." She said perky as ever. And how could you not oblige your best friend? You linked arms with the fair redhead, making your way to the dance floor.

As time passes on, Austin is still lounging at a round table with Carmine and Pellegrino. They nurse their drinks and smoke cigarettes, catching up on their day.

You and Tiffany have barely left the dance floor. With your experience as Club Owner, you've noticed that it helps to bring customers back to Tease when they see you so eager to dance alongside everybody else. And you're not gonna pass up an opportunity to have a good time. The music makes you sway to the funky rhythms. The skirt of your dress twirls around you as you and Tiff join hands in sliding on the dance floor.

You were so caught up in the moment of the dance with your friend that you barely noticed a familiar man making his way to you slyly from the corner of your eye. Out of your peripheral you caught him. One of the oggling Italian men from the table you had greeted earlier was bold enough to slither his way to your side. He paid no attention to Tiffany, making his beeline straight towards you. The man was alone, so you thought perhaps this situation could turn out okay given that the right steps are taken.

You tried your best to not look over at him, hoping he would get the hint and go away. Unfortunately, he wasn't gonna care if you took notice of him or not. He was gonna make himself known regardless.

A gross, creepy smirk plays at his thin lips. You can smell the stench of his cuban cigar and bourbon overwhelm your senses, making your stomach churn.

"Care to dance, bella mia?" He asked, sounding heavily intoxicated. His slurred words fumble out of him, but even in his drunken state he attempts to exert dominance over the situation. His beady eyes scan the curves of your body and you wanna crawl out of your skin at the thought of the nasty things he's probably thinking about you right now.

Tiffany eyes him cautiously and then looks over at you to gauge your reaction. You clear your throat and briefly make eye contact with him. "No thank you. The only man I dance with is my husband." You assert strongly. Hoping that was enough to get the drunk wise guy off your case.

He doesn't take to kindly to that. He cockily raises his thick black brows. "Come on, sugar. We both know that Blondie doesn't satisfy you. You need a man like me to show you what's what." He says, stifling back a hiccup.

"You've got some nerve saying that to me when you know exactly who my husband is." You say, letting go of Tiff's grip and crossing your arms over your chest. The v-neck cut of your dress shows off your round breasts, and unfortunately you regret crossing your arms now because the weirdo makes no attempt to hide the fact he's staring right down your cleavage. You not only feel dirty, but revolted.

The Italian man doesn't back down. In a loud manner he raises his voice and flails his hands around as he talks for emphasis, and he takes a step forward to get closer to you. "I know exactly who your husband is, and frankly I don't give a fuck about them pansy-ass Tenaglia's. People know me 'round these parts. I could snap my fingers and your husband would be an obituary in Sunday's papers. What I want, I get. Now, lemme ask you again. And this time, be smart with your answer. Would you care to dance with me?" He bites back, not leaving any room for interpretation of his words.

He's making such a scene that the dancers around you all are eyeing the both of you with a concerned look on their faces, and some of them stop dancing entirely to watch the scene unfold, not knowing what to do.

"Not a chance in hell, you don't scare me." You retort. While you are visibly shaking, you don't want to give the guy the satisfaction of knowing you are intimidated. He'd be a first class fool to make even more of a scene with half of the Tenaglia crew waiting in the wings. He's so drunk that you don't even take his threats seriously.

The Italian man simply stands there, hands ball up into tight fists. He dryly chuckles, and purses his lips. "Wrong answer, sweetheart."

Sensing trouble afoot and seeing that this guy isn't leaving, Tiffany chimes in and comes to your aid. "Listen here, you take one more step and I'll yank those hair plugs right off your head. My husband is also a Tenaglia and he'll beat the shit out of you." The redhead says with as much sass and fervor as she can muster. She's not one to always get into confrontations, but for you and her family she'll cuss out whoever she needs to.

The man places one of his heeled boots in front of the other, daring to go against Tiffany's warning. "You broads think you're tough shit, huh?" He exclaims, his voice raising an octave with his anger. "Seems like ain't nobody put you bitches in your place. Well, you're about to get a firm lesson with the back of my hand." He says, raising his right hand adorned with chunky gold rings.

Suddenly it's all happening so fast you can barely process what's happening. Tiffany pushes you back and attempts to step into the line of fire, bringing her arms up to deflect the man's hand in time. But you two don't have to worry about a thing. What you didn't know was that the Tenaglia's caught the tail end of the situation. It was hard not to when the man was making such a ruckus on the dancefloor. This idiot dared to show disrespect to Tiffany and to you, which cuts through even deeper because this is your club. Pellegrino and Austin watched on for a minute with furious anger as the man was making idle threats to the family and imposing himself onto their wives. Like hell they were gonna stand there and not do something about it. The men down their drinks and make their dissent, on a one-way mission to teach this guy a lesson.

Carmine, Pellegrino, and Austin march their way over to the dance floor and push through the bewildered crowd of dancers. Austin is fuming, and he looks like he's about to go into a blind rage. He walks with determination, fists wound tightly by his sides. He's seeing red.

"Back away from my wife, you motherfucker." Austin bellowed. He grabbed hold of the man's shoulder and spun him around so he was face to face with the scumbag. Austin's right fist swung hard and fast, connecting into the italian man's face, making him see stars.

Both you and Tiffany stood back, mouths agape and looking on with shock. You can't believe the situation took a turn for the worse. Pellegrino steps to the side and ushers you and Tiff away from the violence on the floor. Meanwhile, Carmine and Austin were ontop of the man as fast as lightening. There's no chance they're letting this guy get away unpunished. They were gonna use him as an example to every other wise guy in the club that if you act like vermin you're gonna get treated as such. Austin landed another devastating punch to his face, and Carmine wrapped his arms around him in a bind to stifle the man from fighting back.

"Get this fucking guy out of here." Austin huffed. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain his composure. "Bring him out back." He commanded. Carmine nodded and grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck, heading towards the back exit of the club. Pellegrino was hot on the heels of Carmine, grabbing one of the arms of the beaten man and holding him in a vice grip.

People weren't sure if they should continue dancing or if they should head out early. But the DJ clicked on the intercom, making an announcement to assure people everything was fine and to resume dancing as normal. So the disco music never ceased to play loudly over the speakers, as if nothing had happened. It's a surreal combination to experience the cheery, jazzy beats swelling in your ears coupled with the the intense emotions on the dancefloor.

Before Austin followed Carmine and Pellegrino outside, he shot a quick glance in your direction, checking in on you. His baby blues were stormy with anger. He softened a little bit seeing your face and scared eyes, but he knew this was all in an effort to protect you. So he soldiered on.

The backdoor sprang open, the blinding light from the outside world is a jarring juxtaposition from the dark atmosphere inside the club. Carmine threw the italian man down onto the ground without a care, pushing him outside. He stumbled and spit blood out onto the cobblestones below him.

Pellegrino followed after Carmine, grabbing onto the shirt collar of the man on the ground and forcing him to his feet. "Get the fuck up." He was just as upset this slimy guy disrespected Tiffany, and he was gonna get in a good swing when he could - he'd patiently wait his turn. Right now, Austin was intent on fucking this guy up.

Austin was the last one out, and he slammed the door behind him with a loud thud. Carmine and Green held onto either arm of the scared italian man, pinning him to the brick wall opposite the club. He was no match for the strong Tenaglia's.

Austin, with a sneer on his face, rolled up his shirt sleeves. "You think you're some fucking tough guy. Coming into my club, drinking my liquor, and making a pass on my wife. And after I welcomed you and your buddies so kindly. You must be a real chump." He said haughtily.

The italian man slurred his speech even more, the blood dribbling out of his mouth. He shot daggers into Austin. "I guess Blondie's got balls after all." He said tauntingly, getting in one last petty blow. Carmine and Green looked at each other and then down at the man, amazed that he actually has the gall to talk back in the predicament he finds himself in. Those would be his final words. He was digging himself an early grave.

Austin rolled his head around his neck, the cracks vibrating off of the brick, and he rounded his shoulders back. Not wasting any more precious time, Austin landed punch after punch on the man's face. Blood was flying every which way. His blonde waves unkempt and fell over the slope of his forehead as he brought his fists back and smashed into the scumbag's face - it was crumpling beneath his hand like an overly ripe tomato. The man wailed as he had to stand there and take the blows. Meanwhile, Austin was grunting like wild animal, his knuckles getting swollen by the second. He was determined and couldn't think straight. All his years of studying the art of boxing has finally come in handy. And by God he was gonna fling all of his might and fury into this lowlife's face.

Carmine and Pellegrino kept holding firm onto the man, wincing slightly as to not get too close to Austin's blows. After what seemed like eternity, Austin landed one last punch square in the mouth and backed away heaving ragged breaths, gulping down fresh air into his lungs. He pointed his index finger right into the man's bruised and bloodied face. "I swear to God, if you even so much as look at my wife again i'll rip your eyes out of their sockets." He spit out aggressively.

Carmine laughed and looked over the victim. "Nice work, Butler. I think the asshole learned his lesson. Never fuck with the Tenaglia's." He smiled devilishly.

Austin put his hands over his hips and nodded at the men. Carmine and Green took the blonde's non verbal queue and released their grip on the bloody pulp of a man, who immediately fell into a heap on the cold alley floor with a groan. Carmine spit down towards the man on the ground, and walked over to Austin cool as a cucumber.

Pellegrino however was not about to walk away without landing one blow for his own pride. He crouched down and landed a punch so hard he knocked a few teeth from the beaten up Italian man's mouth. "That was for my wife, you rat." He said with sour resentment.

Carmine walked over to Green and placed his hands over his shoulders. "Come on fratellino, don't get your nice suit all dirty with this fucko's blood. The stains are a bitch to get out." He says, trying to cut through the seriousness with a morbid joke. Green huffed and nodded, walking back into the club and disappearing from the scene of the crime - he fears if he stays for a second longer he'll lose his composure even more. He had done his part, nothing more was needed. Carmine brushed the dirt off his shoulders and he too stepped back into the club. And now there were two.

Austin stared down at the pathetic man below him, feeling empowered. It felt damn good to deliver swift justice on behalf of his wife. And he hoped this beating taught the man a powerful lesson. Respect means just as much to any Italian clan as loyalty. Without respect, you might as well be considered dead. He knew as soon as he gawked openly at his wife at the table that Austin was gonna have his hands full. He never thought however that it would take a turn like this, and so swiftly. But he would do it again all the same knowing that he protected you.

With one final passing glance at the man on the floor, Austin turned around and opened the exit door, walking back into the club.

Everyone seemingly enough forgot about the altercation that just took place. The music kept blaring and the drinks kept pouring. But you were still on the sidelines of the dancefloor. And one by one you saw the Tenaglia brothers walk back inside. Carmine tapped Green on the shoulder, whispering something into his ear, and Green nodded. Carmine walked off towards the front door of the club while Green headed back over to the men's table.

You were looking for Austin when finally you saw him rush back into the club, looking disheveled. You can feel his anger from a mile away. He made a beeline for the men's bathroom, with both hands he pushed the door open forcefully, disappearing inside.

While against your better judgement to follow your husband into the men's bathroom, you wanted to make sure he was okay. No one had exited the bathroom, so you assume that he's alone in there. Thinking that it was safe to make a move, you start to make your way over to the bathroom, and timidly open the door.

"Austin?" Your angelic voice calls out to him sweetly as you peek open the door, not wanting to barge right in. You can't see a lot from your vantage point except for the running water in one of the porcelain sinks as Austin stands over it.

"Come in and close the door, honey." Austin said as his voice waivers, still riled up from the events that just transpired.

You immediately shuffle in and close the door behind you, turning the lock so that no one would try to interrupt and see the mess. You're in shock when you see Austin standing over the bathroom sink, the water turning a shade of pink as he washed the copious amount of blood off of hands. You've never seen Austin like this before. He was amazing at using his words to win in a fight if need be, but he never resorted to physical violence. This was a new hat that Austin was wearing at at first you aren't sure what to make of it.

Austin sensed your nervousness as you just stood by the door fiddling with your hands, not venturing inside. He turned his head over to you, capturing your eyes in a searing look. The disgust was still prevalent as it rolled off him in droves, but he started to melt seeing his beautiful wife look so innocent, unaware that he just beat a man within an inch of his life just a minute ago. And it was all because of her.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly in a soft smile. "Don't worry baby, this isn't my blood." He said, trying to pacify the situation and put you at ease. As if knowing it was someone else's blood makes it any better.

"Are you okay?" You ask shyly.

Austin nodded. "I'm maybe a little shaken up, but i'm fine. it's you that i'm concerned about." He says, getting back to washing his hands in the sink with some soap.

Your high heels click against the white linoleum tiles as you make your way over to Austin's side. You place one of your hands lovingly on his shoulder. He feels tense under your hand at first, but once he feels the warmth of you he starts to relax.

You look into the sink and see Austin's hands up close. His knuckles are red and swollen, they must really hurt. You can only imagine what the other guy looks like right now if Austin came back with these battle scars. You shiver uncomfortably at the thought. You'd rather not know.

You move to stand behind Austin, and your arms wrap around his waist, bringing his body into your soft curves. He brings his head back up to look at you through the bathroom mirror. Even in your high heels you were still considerably shorter than he was.

He sighed deeply, turning the faucet off and letting one of his battered hands rest on the ledge of the countertop, while the other one placed tenderly over your hands around his front.

"I've never seen you like that before. It's like you had a fire behind your eyes that couldn't be extinguished. When I saw you walking out back I thought you were gonna kill him." You said, muffled into his shoulder blade.

He looked at you through the mirror with weary eyes. "I almost did, but not on purpose. The bastard had it coming. No one ever dares to lay a hand on you. If they're stupid enough they can try but I'm always gonna be there to protect you. You're my wife, my most cherished earthly possession." He paused briefly to turn around in your arms and he brought his hands up to show you the damage. The water trickled down his long fingers mixing with the residual blood on his knuckles. Your brow furrowed with worry seeing just how scarred his beautiful hands were. "And this is what happens when someone tries to tarnish my treasure." He said matter of factly.

You sighed, your hands carefully cradling his and inspecting them further. You bring the back of his right hand to your lips and press a featherlight kiss to his skin, staring up at his ocean eyes.

Austin winced a little bit, but the brief glimpse of faint pain turned into pleasure as he let out a throaty whimper. You continued to place gentle, easy kisses along his rugged hands, peppering them with love as you dote on him tenderly. Your face nuzzled into the palm of his right hand, your lips brushing up against the sore pad of his thumb as you bring the digit into your wet mouth, sucking slowly.

"Babygirl." Austin sighed longingly.

You wanted nothing more than to take care of your man. He's never had the proper moment to defend your honor before tonight, and in such a violent way no less. While it scared you at first seeing Austin punch the lights out of a wise guy who definitely deserved it, and was foaming at the mouth with rage ready to rip his head off his shoulders, your body is on fire - not with anger, but with a swell of burning passion. He came to your aid and protected you. While that might frighten off any young girl who would probably pack her bags the minute their husband beat the shit out of somebody and comes back with bloody hands, you were different. This is the life you inadvertently signed up for. Plus, you're no ordinary woman. You have to admit the truth - it turned you on like no other.

And seemingly Austin felt the same way, as you could feel his growing erection pressing into your stomach the longer you smother his inflamed hands with spellbinding kisses, bringing him back down to Earth. You never thought aggression like that would make you wetter than a waterfall, but there's always a first time for everything.

You hummed around his thumb, your long lashes fluttered as you continued to stare up at your man, who was slowly coming undone Infront of you. You release his thumb from your mouth with a pop and your hands roamed over his chest. You let your fingers trace over the gold cross necklace that dangled in the tufts of blonde chest hairs. Something about this very symbol of devotion to God being worn around his neck while he was beating that horrid man out back to smithereens in your honor made the coil in your stomach wind tight and your pussy throb with desire. You needed Austin, and now.

You lock eyes with Austin's blues, heavy lidded with lust, and bite your lip. "We don't have much time before we have to head back out there and play the role of Club Owners. But you're not leaving this room until you've shot every ounce of your cum down my throat. As your wife, that's what I want."

Austin moaned at your bold, heated statement. He licked his lips and cradled your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "As your husband, who am I to deny you?" He says huskily.

He crashed his lips onto yours, moaning into your mouth. Your tongues probing each others mouths, lapping back and forth for mutual dominance. His tired hands roam the expanse of your body, greedily palming the flesh of your ass, bringing you closer to his hard body. Your hands trailed down to the waistband of his slacks and hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped them. To your surprise Austin went commando under his pants, but this allowed you for easy and quick access to the part of him you yearned for.

You let one of your small hands palm his cock, letting your fingers dance along his velvet length. He shakes in your hand, softly moaning against your parted mouth at the contact of your warm hand over his aching desire. You don't want to waste any more time, you need him right now. Going down easy, you kneel down in front of him, perched prettily on your high heels. Your hands reach up to his open pants, pulling them down Austin's long legs and letting the fabric pool at his ankles. The cool breeze hits his lower half for the first time, and his hard cock throbs in your face at the sweet release. The poor thing is already red and leaking with pre-cum. It won't take him long at all to deliver on his promise of filling your throat with his load. But you want to savor the feel of him for as long as you can. Sweetly, you place kisses all along the underside of his shaft and make your way back towards the tip. Austin blushes at you lavishing his manhood - you take such good care of him, he's in awe of the wonder of you - his darling wife. Your tongue slips past your lips and you lick the red and puffy head.

Austin tilts his head back and moans "Jesus fuck, I need your mouth on my cock so bad, baby."

His plea makes you wet, and you're gonna make sure he fully enjoys the messiest blowjob you're prepared to bestow upon him. You let a generous amount of spit gather in your mouth and you allow the drool to pour out over his cock, coating him nice and good. You wrap both hands around his engorged cock, giving him a few pumps and earning you throaty, hoarse, whiny moans from Austin above you.

Finally, your mouth parts and you take him into your mouth. You play with just the tip for now, sucking the sensitive head in your mouth and stroking his shaft. You moan around him like a good girl, making him shiver.

"Oh yeah. My girl knows how to suck me good." He moans delightfully. All the little whimpers and throaty groans he makes is like music to your ears, and you've barely gotten started. He's just as down bad for you as you are for him. Your panties collect all of the spilled nectar from your pussy, and you wish he could sample how good you taste. But there's plenty of time for that later. Right now, Austin's pleasure is all you care about.

Slowly, you start to sink your mouth down around his cock, taking him further into your mouth. You place both of your hands on the backs of his thick thighs, stroking him lovingly as you set to getting to work. You create a strong vacuum seal with your mouth, wrapping tightly around his throbbing cock and begin to bob your head up and down along his length. It's beyond messy, and drool is falling out the corners of your mouth, making his cock slippery as he slides deliciously along your wet tongue. Droplets of your saliva fall to the floor Infront of you. He grows heavy and harder by the second, making you work your little mouth off to satisfy every single glorious inch of your husband's heavenly made cock.

He knits his brows together, his eyes heavy and glazed over in pure ecstasy at the sight of his wife on her knees sucking him off while there's a packed room full of patrons right outside the door. He hoped the music was loud enough to disguise his obvious moans.

"Fuck. Just like that, baby. Your mouth is incredible." Austin groans desperately.

You gurgle around his cock as you pick up the pace just a little, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You relax your jaw to accommodate his impressive size. Somehow he's even bigger today. Perhaps all the adrenaline from a few moments ago is rushing straight to his cock. He's a needy and whimpering mess up above you. His hands card through your soft silky hair, holding on for dear life as he brings you further along his cock. He's lost in the feeling of your warm, sloppy mouth milking his shaft - somehow, even though you've been married for some time, you make every sexual experience with Austin feel like the first time all over again. He doesn't know what the hell he did to deserve you. Never has a woman gotten down on her knees for him and sucked the soul straight through his cock, determined to make him see stars. At this point he doesn't give a fuck who he has to beat up if it's all in the name of protecting you, and getting his dick wet in you after.

You moan around him, never letting up on the rumbling vibration from your mouth penetrate straight through his cock and through to his aching balls, which are desperate to unleash their load.

His body starts to shake, you know he's close. His plush lips form an O shape as he lets out a raspy, deep moan. "I-I'm gonna cum."

In one last final move to put him over the edge, you bring one of your hands back to his base, and your mouth sloppily sucks off his engorged tip once more. You know this is his finishing move. His head is so sensitive and you know he can come in record time with this combo of jerking him off and blowing his puffy tip. You make obscene sloshing noises around his cock, the sound of his wet skin in your hand echoes off of the bathroom tiles. If anybody were to walk past the bathroom right now they'd think a porno was being filmed in here. Your hand milks his shaft while your mouth works his throbbing tip.

Austin lets his head fall back. "Oh god yes, i'm cuming." He groans in a needy high pitch for his baritone. "Take my load down your throat. Take all of me." He moans thickly and dark.

And you do, happily. His hips stutter as he heaves ragged breaths, his salty cum gushing into your mouth. You sputter around his cock as you swallow every last drop of your husband's cum. You moan once more around him before pulling back, ensuring you devoured every morsel his precious seed. His cock springs free from your mouth and nearly slaps you in the face as the wave of his orgasm courses through his body. You lick your lips of the remnants of his cum on your mouth.

Austin's hands reach down to grasp your forearms, helping you up onto your feet. You wobble a little, and you'd be lying if you said your feet weren't killing you from crouching on the balls of your heeled feet for the duration of your sloppy blowjob. But it was worth it to see the warm, sultry look over Austin's face. He was love drunk on you.

He tucked himself back into his pants and fumbled to button and zip up his trousers, but he managed to do it. He smiles and brings you in to his lips for a passionate kiss, not caring if he can taste himself on your tongue.

You're about to step to the side of him, making your move to unlock the bathroom door as your mission to seduce your husband was a success, but he stops you. He takes you in his arms and pins you up against the edge of the sink. You gasp when he bends down and his hands grip the backs of your thighs. With a grunt, he places you up onto the counter, and settles in-between your parted legs.

"Let's see how fast I can make you cum." Austin says seductively with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. This was certainly not what you were expecting, but you're not complaining.

You don't even have time to respond before Austin spits on two of his long fingers, and with the other one he shifts your soaked panties to the side. He's not surprised when his fingers make contact with your dripping folds that you were soaking wet. You whimper at his fingers dipping in deep into your sweet cunt. Your juices coat his swollen, rough fingers, your pussy lips drawing him in as far as he can go. And without a moment to lose, his fingers disappear into your heat.

"Austin!" You moan loudly as you feel his fingers enter you and brush against your g-spot. Oh, he's in deep. He's so deep in fact that you feel full of him instantly. Austin is buried knuckles deep in your sopping cunt. Your hands grip onto his broad shoulders for support.

"Mm. Always so wet and tight for me at a moments notice. My perfect wife." He moans sexily.

He doesn't take his time, he meant what he said by how quickly he can make you cum. He's set for the task at hand. And he's willing to bet it will only take you a minute with his skilled fingers, perfectly in sync with your body, knowing exactly what you need to set you over the edge.

Keeping his fingers the deepest they can possibly go inside you, he begins to finger fuck you hard and fast. Your slick sputters around his fingers and gush out around him. It sounds so fucking wet.

"Oh god, yes!" You squeal. He knows exactly how and where to press all your buttons to make you squirm in the best way possible. And right now he's blasting your cunt so good you can't even think straight.

You let your head fall back and the breathy whines escape your mouth. Austin groans at the sound of your juicy pussy sloshing your slick around his fingers. The obscene thought that these same fingers were soaked in that man's blood crossed your mind. But the violence Austin's hands endured only moments ago is replaced with primal pleasure, and his girl's heavenly nectar washing away the blood stains.

Austin clenches his jaw and grits his teeth. His hand is worse for wear and it's not helping matters that he's pounding into your soft heat with his beaten up hand, but there was no way he was letting his girl walk out of here without being treated to a good fuck.

"Fuck! You're so good." You moan. Austin is unrelenting on his brutal pace. He's not letting his fingers slip too far out of you either. He's keeping them cemented deep down inside your pussy, his fingers brushing up against your g-spot and bruising your cervix with every thrust. The open palm of his hand barely grazes your clit, and your walls clamp down hard around his fingers, causing him to bite his lip and moan. He brings his other hand around your front and brushes your clit in determined circles. "Oh my god, Aus!" You whine. You feel his biceps flex hard underneath your hands as he expertly churns the coil down at the vast depths of your dripping wet pussy. It's getting him hard all over again.

Austin's lip twitches into a coy side smirk. His dimples making an appearance. "You like this, baby? You like knowing these fingers stuffed full in your pussy were defending your honor? Hear how wet you are for me, darlin. All your heavenly juices are mine. I wanna fuckin' drown in it. Make a mess of me." Austin moaned, never daring to look away from your eyes that were welling up with tears of pure bliss.

Your body trembled as you felt yourself getting closer to your climax. You allowed yourself to moan to the high heavens, not caring how loud you were being. In fact, you wanted everyone to know that Austin Butler was bringing you to your wettest orgasm you've ever had.

"This pussy is yours baby. Take all of it! Oh F-Fuck, im gonna cum!" You squeal, your walls fluttering around his fingers.

Austin groaned. "That's it, my love. Give it to me." He said, huskily.

With a few final, brutal thrusts of his fingers, your pussy spasmed hard around him, groaning loudly and shouting Austin's name. Sweat drips down Austin's forehead, his blonde waves tousled out of place looking unkempt yet effortlessly sexy. Your body collapses in a heap on the bathroom counter, and Austin braces you with one hand. He keeps himself inside you for a little longer as you ride your orgasm to completion. When he thinks you've crash-landed, he pulls his fingers soaked through to the bone with your cum out of your swollen pussy. Austin bit his lip and admired how his bruised knuckled glistened with your arousal. He brought them into his mouth and sucked them clean, moaning in delight at the delicious flavor of you.

"Holy shit, Austin." You breathed heavily, laughing a little.

"I think that was record time." He said, giggling cutely.

You smiled and pulled him by the shirt collar into a soft kiss. Pulling away, you inspect his hand. "That probably didn't feel good to your hand. I'm sorry, honey." You said.

Austin blew off your apology. "Nothing to even be sorry about," He placed his hands around the small of your waist and hoisted you up, helping you back down onto the ground. "Besides, I think your pussy was the miracle elixir I needed to get my hand on the mend." He said, flashing you an adorably crooked wink at you.

You laughed, playfully slapping his chest. Austin jumped back a little and chuckled heartily.

"Just so we don't look like we spent the last 20 minutes in here fucking like rabbits, I think you should go out first and then I'll follow you shortly." You said smiling, still regaining your composure. You know you're gonna be walking funny for a few hours. Your pussy took a rigorous beating, but it's a sore feeling you wholeheartedly accept.

Austin stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets. He looks like a freshly watered pot of daisies. His angry temperament had faded away long ago. You were his cure. He nodded. "Okay, suit yourself baby. Don't wait too long though. This is the men's room after all." He laughed.

"I won't, I promise." You reassured him sweetly.

Austin winked again and puckered his lips, kissing the air in your direction before turning around. He unlocked the bathroom door and glanced back at you one last time with his beautiful eyes that were sparkling, and a cute smile on his face before he walked away. The disco lights and the blaring music from the outside world briefly showed itself. Reminding you of where you were.

You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your shaking hands smoothed over the front of your dress. You cleaned yourself up as best you good. And you attempted to fix your hair that had fallen out of place. Luckily you made sure to put a little travel size bottle of hairspray in the mens and womens bathrooms for your guests to touch up their hair after dancing, so you took the aquanet and sprayed a generous amount on your coiffure. After fluffing your hair once more, you decided enough time had passed and you were safe to exit the bathroom without no one the wiser.

Your feet were on fire, and you wanted nothing more than to get out of these heels. But you still had a few more hours of work before you and Austin could head home. You gingerly pushed the door open, and suddenly you were back into the dark world of Tease. You walked further into the club, and seemingly nobody noticed you. So your plan worked.

Your eyes scanned over every corner until you found Austin again, who was back at the bar talking with Green and Tiffany. Carmine still wasn't anywhere to be found, at least from where you were standing. You assumed maybe he left early. And while that was a little odd for a man that thrives on being out and not at home with his wife, you shrugged off the thought.

But your stomach dropped when you noticed the gang of Italian wise guys that you had greeted at the table earlier in the evening. They looked like to be in a hurry to scamper out of here. You didn't spot any sign of the sleezeball who had attempted to pimp slap you on the dancefloor though. Maybe he had gotten the obvious hint and left. The way the men were tightly grouped together and walking like they mean business made the little nagging voice in the back of your head spring to life. Something was wrong.

The men had opened the exit door where Green, Carmine, and Austin had once been earlier. Why were they sneaking out the back when they could just walk out the front door? Going against your better instincts, you decide to follow them from a considerable distance away. This was probably the worst idea, but you had a bad feeling about this, and you were gonna find out what it was to quell your nerves.

You hung back as the exit door swung open and you caught a glimpse of the men bending down to the cold alley floor and picking up mister hair plugs, who seemingly was still laying on the ground and never left his spot the entire time you and Austin had your quickie.

In the light you finally saw the damage Austin had done to the man. You gasped when you saw the black eyes, missing teeth, and blood still pouring from his mouth. You made sure to hide in the shadows so the men didn't see you from the inside. He barely resembled the man you had seen on the dancefloor.

"Jesus Christ, they somehow made you even uglier." Said one of the younger suits.

"Shut your big mouth, Tommy. Just pick him up." Barked the older Italian man you knew to definitely be the ring leader of the pack. You recognized him from earlier - he said all those nice things to you and Austin about Tease and your marriage. You hoped he was still one of the good ones out of the bunch. You couldn't account for the others.

The man on the ground moaned in pain like an injured dog. Tommy and the young fella who you vaguely recognized from the table, plus the older gentleman was flanking the beaten man. And slowly but surely, the scumbag rose to his feet. He could barely hold himself up, he was leaning on his men for help. He spit out a generous helping of blood onto the cobblestones, a trail of the viscous red fluid started to stain his suit and corn starch stiff button down shirt.

"Well, what the fuck do we do know?" Said young wise guy number 2, who's name you still hadn't figured out yet.

"We gotta get him back home, that's what the fuck we do." Retorted Tommy.

"Ey. Just zip your fuckin' pie holes all youse, and keep Michael on his feet." Says the older man. You learned another new piece of information. The man who made the bold move against you and Tiffany was named Michael. You jotted that down for safe keeping. You wish you could remember what Italian family they belong to. All you knew was the older man who was the head honcho, who's name alludes you. You have Michael the fuckwit, and Tommy the bigmouth. You also had the other young suit who looked to be Austin's age and was struggling to keep it together.

The man who you gathered now was Tommy peered out into the street, making sure the coast was clear before he waved the other men in the alley with his hand to signal it was good to move.

Before the group of men made their final dissent into the street, you heard Michael utter something that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention, and send a bone chilling shiver down your spine.

"Blondie and his fucking whore wife are gonna regret this day." He said with as much bitter resentment as possible. He spit out more blood before letting his head roll in front of him. It looked like he passed out as his eyes were closed, and the no-name, scared shitless gangster was slapping his face, trying to keep him conscious.

"We'll deal with them Tenaglia motherfuckers later. Move your asses. We're good to go here." Loudly whispered Tommy. And as quickly as they came, they vanished into the hazy Brooklyn streets.

You closed the door and stood there in a stupor, trying to process what you just heard. These guys seemed like they're not to be trifled with. But you can't know for sure. You've meet half a dozen Italian mafiosos who were all bark and no bite. While you knew Michael was in no condition to do anything to enact on a revenge scheme, you weren't sure about the other men. The scaredy-cat goodfella might not be a threat, but that Tommy guy definitely had a vendetta to enact. They all seem like loose canons, and you couldn't really pin any of them down. And that terrified you. What did he mean by "dealing" with the Teneglia's later? You weren't sure. And you weren't waiting long to find out.

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sanctuaire | sanctuary

sanctuary | noun your safe and peaceful haven a comforting place of refuge and rest in a noisy, chaotic world

{brother's best friend | fem!reader x james potter} ⪼ warnings: mentions of abuse, panic attack, disorderd eating ⪼ word count: 2.6k

part three: quidditch playlist

story: sanctuaire | sanctuary

A week had passed since Sirius and I had our talk. Today was Saturday the 10th of January and it was quidditch day. The first game after the winter break and it would be Slytherin against Gryffindor. One of the most anticipated games of the season.

The excitement in the air was palpable as the day of the Quidditch match arrived. Slytherin versus Gryffindor, a rivalry that always sparked intense emotions and anticipation throughout the Hogwarts grounds. The Slytherin Royals, as our friend group was known, were particularly eager for this match, Adam and Theo both on the pitch and Flo and me in the stands rooting for them.

As we made our way to the Quidditch pitch, the atmosphere was electric. The cool January air bit at our skin, but the thrill of the upcoming game kept us warm. I could feel the eyes of my fellow students on me, their gazes filled with curiosity and perhaps a touch of speculation. The recent reconciliation with Sirius hadn't gone unnoticed, and people were bound to talk.

The stands were already buzzing with spectators, their cheers and jeers creating a lively backdrop to the upcoming clash. Florence, despite still recovering from being sick, joined us in the stands. She looked a bit pale, but her usual vivacious spirit shone through.

With the release of the Quaffle the game started and James on the Gryffindor and Adam on the Slytherin side shot to it. Slytherin gaining an advantage by getting the Quaffle first. Adam and Theo made their way to the goals passing the Quaffle back and forth. Gryffindor keeper Frank Longbottom was waiting for them. Theo aimed at the outer left goal, but Frank swerved and blocked the ball. Groans went through the Slytherin stands and all the other houses erupted in cheers.

The game continued and at 40:70 for Gryffindor I saw Reggie dash to the bottom, probably having spotted the Snitch. What he didn’t see was a bludger directly behind him. I noticed Sirius did, diving after his younger brother, but it was too late. As Reg closed his fingers around the Snitch making Slytherin the winner of the match the bludger hit him in the shoulder and he fell to the ground. Unmoving.

I jumped up in shock and sprinted down the stand making my way onto the pitch. The quidditch players got there before me, however when they saw me sprinting down they made way for me. I knelt down besides Regulus and could barely suppress my tears. James slightly touched my shoulder and I nearly broke down there and then. The coldness of the freezing January day seeped into my body more and more by the second.

Madam Pomfrey was summoned, and Regulus was brought to the hospital wing for treatment. I still couldn’t move. Only when hands made their way under my armpits and pulled me up I pulled myself together again. Sirius was steadying me.

I only know noticed Flo beside me. She grabbed my hand and we went up to the castle. Still in shock I couldn’t get out a word but my best friend just got me. We went back to our dorms and I bundled up in my bed until I was warm again, feeling incredibly exhausted all of a sudden.

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Suddenly a soft knock on my door could be heard. “Come in.”

The door opened but no one stepped in. Only steps could be heard. That damned Invisibility Cloak. “I’m not stupid. Pull the fucking cloak down.”

Suddenly James’ and Sirius’ heads were revealed. Both wearing a semi-happy expression. One I wasn’t used to. ”What’s going on? Were you in the infirmary already?” A slight nod confirmed my question and I was getting worried.

“Don’t worry. Reg will be fine, they just need the rest of the day and night, we can visit him tomorrow.” Relief washed over me. My baby brother being hurt was something that I could hardly bear to imagine.

“What are you doing here then?” I asked the guys, James having made himself comfortable on my bed. Taking up most of the space. Sirius was still hovering there, looking a bit uncomfortable. “I think James and you need to talk, so I’ll just leave the two of you for now. Okay?” I nodded growing warrier by the second. What was going on?

Sirius threw the Cloak over his shoulder again and the door was opened and closed again. James looked at me and I had trouble meeting his eyes. The whole thing felt like an intervention and I had no idea what I had done wrong.

“I had a talk with Sirius last week. I- need you to tell me what’s going on with you. Sirius won’t say a thing, repeating that it's not his story to tell. But I need to know. Since the holidays you haven’t been the same and I’m worried about you. You’re important to Sirius, important to me.” I swallowed my throat feeling incredibly dry all of a sudden.

“Okay, but promise you won’t tell anybody else. Nobody besides my family knows and nobody can get word of this.” A nod from James let me carry on, taking a deep breath. I was about to lay my deepest, darkest secret bare in front of him. Troublemaker, jokester James, who wasn’t known for being able to keep something to himself.

“As you already know my dearest mother is a horrid person. During the holidays, the night when Sirius … left. When she found out she blamed me and… and she used some curses on me. Some Unforgivables, especially the C-Cruciatus Curse.” James looked like someone had slapped him, his eyes were a bit glossed over and his expression nearly broke my heart.

“I- I don’t even know what to say. I mean I’ve met your mother but Unforgivables. Wow, I'm speechless.” A minute of silence passed. James looked so disgusted I thought he would leave any minute. Maybe I’ve finally managed to scare him away. My biggest fear has always been scaring off my loved ones. Especially after burdening them with my problems. James’ hand brushed my arm and I flinched. James looked stricken, with shock.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t- don’t want to scare you. y/n I can hear your mind working overtime. Don’t worry I’m not scared of you, just incredibly worried. I- We need to get you out of that house, you can’t keep staying there. Nobody knows what’ll happen the next time when you’re home. By Merlin’s b-”

“James, stop. I appreciate you worrying about me, but I’ll stay home. I explained it to you last week. I can’t leave my father and Regulus. I am a big girl, you don’t need to worry about me. There’s no room for discussion about this and to be frank I’m sick of everybody looking out for me. I’m not some damsel in distress.” I tried to make matters sound lighter than they were. I knew I couldn’t convince James, but there was no way that I’d leave my home. As much as I hated it sometimes, there were so many treasured memories there that I couldn’t just leave.

James was about to answer but a knock on my door interrupted us. Flo stuck her head in the door, clearly surprised about James’ presence. “Dinner time, come on you two.”

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The Great Hall was filled with light chatter and the Slytherin table was no exception of that. My friends were talking about the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend, but I kept to myself. Shooting some glances over to James at the Gryffindor table. He looked distressed and while Sirius tried to cheer him up it didn’t seem to work.

Shaking my head I loaded some food onto my plate. Taking a few bites of my jacket potato I suddenly noticed Lilou, my owl, flying towards me and dropping a letter in my hands. I pet her and fed her a treat and she was off again. My papa gifted me the owl for my first year at Hogwarts and she’s become a companion of mine since then.

I looked at the letter and saw a Noble House of Black crest before I noticed her handwriting. Queasiness overcame me and I opened the letter. Careful not to draw attention to myself.

"Dearest daughter,

I trust you are maintaining the standards expected of a Black. It has come to my attention that you have been seen fraternizing with undesirable individuals. Your recent behavior is unacceptable, and you will face consequences if you continue down this path.

Your duty is to uphold the honor and purity of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. I suggest you reflect on your choices and make amends.

Also I expect you to come home in a fortnight, since I’m hosting a ball I want you and Regulus to be present on. Make sure you still fit in your dress when you get back otherwise there will be consequences.

Regards, Walburga Black"

I dropped my fork and it clattered loudly as it hit the plate. Half of Slytherin was mustering me now. I got up and made my way out of the Great Hall. Not rushing, I didn’t want to alarm anyone. My appetite had suddenly vanished. I had always had a difficult relationship with food. My mother making it extra hard for me.

The weight of my mother's words bore down on me as I walked through the corridors of Hogwarts. The letter echoed the familiar tone of control and disdain that she always carried. I felt a mix of anger, frustration, and fear. The upcoming ball was a threat, and the consequences she spoke of were undoubtedly severe.

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I decided to head to the one place where I felt a semblance of peace – the Astronomy Tower. As I climbed the steps, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was spiraling out of control. The cold wind greeted me as I reached the top, and the stars above provided a comforting backdrop.

I sank down onto the cold stone floor, my mind racing with thoughts. What could I do to avoid the impending disaster that awaited me at home? How could I protect Regulus from our mother's wrath? And what about my friendships with the Marauders?

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice someone approaching until a voice spoke, "Mind if I join you?"

I looked up to see James standing there, concern etched on his face. I nodded, and he sat down beside me. "What happened? You looked like you received some bad news back in the Great Hall."

I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to share the contents of the letter with him. But the look in his eyes told me that he genuinely cared, so I handed him the parchment.

As he read the words, his expression hardened. "This is ridiculous. Your mother can't control every aspect of your life. You have to stand up to her."

Easier said than done, I thought. Deep down I knew James was right – I couldn't let her dictate my every move. "I just... I don't know how to handle this. The ball, the threats. It's overwhelming."

“I’ll figure something out. You’re not going to that ball, I’ll make sure of it.” Frustration filled me. James was just trying to help, however he didn't know how Maman could get when her commands weren’t listened to.

“James, I appreciate you trying to help, but there’s no way I’m not having to go there. It’ll be fine, if I just behave for once she hasn’t got a reason to be angry with me.” I tried to reason with him. My mother was hard to please, but if I stopped talking to Sirius and his friends the next couple of weeks, minded my food intake and got full marks on all my tests and homeworks it would be fine. That wasn’t so hard, except the ignoring Sirius part. I’ve done the rest my whole life. My grades and my weight is something I can be in control of and while I wouldn’t admit it out loud I resonated with Maman about maintaining some sort of superiority.

James sighed out loud, though he didn’t press on the matter anymore, knowing he couldn’t change my mind anyway. I was grateful for it. He was incredibly headstrong but he knew when he couldn’t get through with something and when best to change topics.

“Look there’s Reggie and Sirius.” I pointed out the constellations, the both of them being so familiar to me that I always found them. When I missed your brothers during the holiday I caught myself stargazing quite often.

James and I continued talking until I felt my eyes grow heavy. James seemed sleepy too and we decided to call it a day and head back to your dorms. With a hug I silently thanked James and the both of us parted ways. James heading to Gryffindor tower.

I thought of your brother, lying injured in the infirmary and knew I couldn’t just go to sleep now. Looking over my shoulder James was out of sight and I sneaked off in the direction of the hospital wing. I knew I wasn't allowed there, but had a feeling my baby brother needed me.

The door opened with a light squeak and I hoped Madam Pomfrey was already asleep. There was only one occupied bed and Regulus’ eyes fluttered open as the sound of footsteps were heard.

His whole face lights up when he sees me. My little brother has always had a soft spot for his siblings. My heart warmed and all the troubles I was facing seemed to vanish. Reg had that effect on me. He was my sunshine. Many people wouldn’t believe the snarky, sassy and mean Regulus Arcturus Black had such a soft side. That was the side I loved most about him, when he just lets himself be happy and accept the love he receives from us.

“Oh Reggie, don’t ever frighten me like that again.” I broke the silence first. Regulus almost looked guilty and I regretted my choice of words immediately. Regulus always found a way to blame himself, even if he wasn’t the cause of the problem.

“I’m so sorry, Dimples. Such a stupid mistake has never happened to me.” Him calling me “Dimples” melts my heart away. It makes me think of times where Sirius still lived with us and where most days there wasn’t a care in the world. Except when mother was displeased with something. Which didn’t happen as often back then, since we did everything we could to please her.

I sat beside Reggies bed and smiled sadly at him. “Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault. Still I worry about you. It’s an older sibling thing.” He smiled back and when he wanted to turn to look at me he visibly flinched. Seeing him hurt made me want to punch somebody. Since the day he was born I was protective about him. Sirius and I at only 3 years old had sworn to protect him from all the horrid things in the world. Seeing him so frail made me feel like I had failed.

I took his hand in mine and slowly drew soothing circles. More to calm myself down than him. A few hushed words were exchanged, but I could feel my eyes fluttering shut.

Then I drifted off. The day had worn me out and dreamland awaited me.

a/n: finishing the chapter was harder than expected, since i didn't really find a good ending to it. but i like it the way it is now. also walburga slander is always welcome. literally everytime i'm writing her im so close to just killing her off. anyhow, i hope you guys are enjoying it so far and are fine with my random updates i'll try to at least make them weekly, but we'll see how that'll go. xoxo and lots of love ellie <3

p.s: if anybody has whishes / feedback my inbox is always open!! p.p.s: make sure to check out the spotify playlist (linked above) for the story -> song recomendations are also welcome

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