#never forget this gorgeous bedhead

[frannyzooey]

#never forget this gorgeous bedhead #pedro pascal

[lindszeppelin]

The Things Left Unsaid [pt. 2]

-> link to part 1 [x]

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

Prompt: You and Austin were old flames many moons ago, but when he wrote you a letter to come and visit him a lot of feelings rise to the surface. Before it's time for you go to home, can Austin convince you to stay?

Rating: Mature. 18+.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, thigh riding, oral (f. and m. receiving), heavy petting, angst, heated argument, triggering of abandonment issues, spanking, rough makeup sex, spitting, fingering, dom!Austin vibes and sub!Reader

Word Count: 19k

a/n: So due to the overwhelming love I received from the first part of TLU where-in I give Austin his dream Notebook fantasy, this is part 2 where Austin convinces Fem!Reader to stay. Credit to @madisonafangirl for the prompt <3

Dawn crept up on the horizon, a heavenly yellow glow peeked through the curtains that shine through the bedroom window. The faint chattering of birds chirping away in the nearby trees alerted your attention as you slowly make your way back to the land of the living. You must've passed out hard. Austin definitely wore you out after your marathon sex last night, chasing orgasm after orgasm together. Crude flashbacks pass through your minds eye, sending a chill down your spine and a thumping tingle to your lower half.

As you rubbed the sleep away from your weary eyes you could hear the soft rumbling of Austin's steady beating heart from underneath you. You don't even remember how you wound up in this position with your head on his chest and one of your legs draped over his naked body, but you were not complaining in the slightest. The warmth of him next to you under the covers was comforting.

You stirred against him, attempting to stretch your lower extremities but your legs felt like jello after being put through so many positions last night. You tried your best to not wake Austin from his peaceful slumber, but that was shot down quickly as you felt his chest rise and fall, inhaling his first morning breath of fresh air.

The lazy arm that was draped loosely around your waist was brought back to life as he pulled your naked body flush against his side. A deep, groggy moan reverberated in his chest and sent a shiver down your spine. You were perfectly content to just lay here for all eternity, forgetting about all of your responsibilities, being under Austin's gentle embrace.

You lifted your head from his chest and gazed up at Austin, as he plopped his free hand over his face and rubbed his eyes awake. He sighed, perhaps a little annoyed that he had been interrupted from his dreams, but his reality was far better.

His tufts of blonde curly chest hairs were tangling in your fingertips as you laid there fully satisfied and perky as ever. You were never a morning person honestly, but your sexcapades put the biggest pep in your step. He attempted to stretch as well, his thighs drifted further open and practically brushed against your bare core, creating a brand new pool of arousal to form and threaten to spill out all over him. Finally you were met face to face with Austin's sparkling eyes, still half lidded and glazed over with sleep, as he warmly smiled down at you. Even in this state with his honey blonde locks standing up every which way, he looked cute as hell.

Austin took his free hand and entwined it within your hair, doing his best to smooth our your messy mop of bedhead, which he found oddly sexy.

"Good morning, gorgeous." He spoke tenderly, his husky morning voice drenched his vocal chords and ignited that already burning fire within your belly. God, you were practically salivating for this man, you couldn't get enough.

"Good morning, handsome." You cooed. With his hand on the back of your head, he cradled you as he brought you up to his lips for a tender kiss. What started out as a simple good morning peck slowly but surely turned into one dripping with desire all over again. Austin's strong lips worked against yours. His hand around your waist clutched you closer to him before making it's way down past the dip of your lower back, and taking a greedy handful of your ass with a firm squeeze. Lustful sighs were past between you both as you parted your mouth and let him in to explore you with his tongue.

"God, I just can't get enough of you." Austin whined into your mouth between sloppy kisses. And you couldn't either. How the hell you managed to have enough orgasms to last you a lifetime in one evening, and then wake up and be turned back on all over again was a testament to Austin's spell over you.

It was hard to hide the fact that he was pitching a tent under the covers. You could feel him stand to attention against your leg the more you intensify the heated kiss up above. It drives you insane just how quickly he can get turned on by you, fully ready to take you in just a few minutes. And you were the same. You were sure he could feel your wet folds writhing against his thigh. This set you off already as a woman on a mission this morning. The fire in your belly was steadily burning, yearning for him.

"I'm so wet for you." You purr between kisses. You can't keep your hips from rocking against his thigh, your slick already pouring out of you and creating a slippery surface for you to rub your clit deliciously against his muscular leg. He smiles wickedly against your lips, and his cock lobbed against his stomach. He's totally drunk on the feeling of his girl using his body however she pleases to get off. This was already turning out to be the best morning of his life.

"Let me take care of you, angel." He rasps breathlessly. The large hand in your hair snakes it's way down to the back of your neck, grasping at your skin in a light show of dominance. Austin nips at your plump bottom lip, making you moan at this emboldened act of passion. But he didn't stop there, he was overcome by you, and he'd help you reach your ultimate peak as if his life depended on it.

Your heart jumped out of your chest as soon as you felt Austin's hand on your ass helping to drag your wet folds along his thigh that was rutting against you, adding just the right amount of pressure on your clit to get the ball rolling. "Austin! Fuck." You squealed. He watched hungrily as his leg bobbed up and down, his hand pushing you further against him, and you moaning in pleasure as your juices seep out of your core as you ride his thigh.

"So desperate for me. Is my babygirl needy to come this morning?" He cooed, the tenacity of his shaking leg moving faster against your pussy. You couldn't help leaving a sticky sweet trail all over him, he knew just what to say to you and how to touch your body to elicit the most sinful expressions of perversion onto you. You also never thought you'd be so down bad for him that you can get off on just his leg alone.

"Yes! Please, Aus." You mewled as you writhed against him.

"I've got you. Just let yourself go. I wanna feel that pussy make a mess of me." He growled, firmly grasping you harder in his hand and grinding you along his shaking thigh.

You were so close to coming, so excruciatingly close. With every brush of his thigh against your sopping core, and his firm grip on your ass helping to add delicious friction to your clit sent you careening over the cliff. You never thought you were capable of having an orgasm this way, without the need for his fingers, mouth, or cock. But here you are, writhing in sweet ecstasy as you collide your head into the crook of Austin's neck, burying yourself there and moaning his name. Your walls fluttered around nothing, but your release came gushing out of you all the same.

"That's my good girl." Austin rasped deeply, clearly out of his mind with how turned on he is seeing you come all over his leg. Never in his life has he been with another woman who was this desperate for him that she resorts to this depraved act of sexual gratification. It was fucking hot.

You stilled your hips, slowly coming to a halt as you felt all of your juices finally make their exit from your pussy. A flush rose to your cheeks, a little embarrassed at the mess you just made. But he didn't care one bit. The hand around the back of your neck soothed your back as you slumped all your body weight against him.

You huffed, hot air pooling out over Austin's neck as you attempt to say anything, but your mouth is latched onto him. "You are such a hazard." You sighed, your words coming out muffled against his skin.

Your body was jolted back to life as you felt his chest rise and fall, an abrupt laughter falling from his lips. "A hazard? What are you talking about?"

Trying to prop yourself up on your forearms, you tremble as you peel yourself away from Austin's neck. Finally you're met with fresh air, and your lungs happily accept the oxygen. "I just came all over you, humping your leg like a schoolgirl or something. I've never done that for any man."

The corners of his eyes crinkles as he laughed lowly in his throat, his other hand was still idly laying on your ass, which you felt stir on top of your flesh as he gave a leisure squeeze. "So what you're saying is, i'm a hazard because I bring out your inner bad girl?" The hear rose to your cheeks even more, you were sure that you were bright red like a tomato right now. Having to admit that was almost scandalous for some reason. You shyly nodded in response.

He threw his head back against the pillow and licked his lips, humming to himself in pleasure at the very thought. "Goddamn baby, that's so sexy. My naughty little minx." The hand that was laying at the back of your neck brought you down to his level, capturing your lips with his in a sweet entanglement of wanton desire.

You mewled against his lips, and your hand draped over his body was playing with the curls of wiry blonde hairs adorned his chest. You could kiss this man all day for the rest of your life. He certainly knew how to use them in the best ways to have you tingling all over. His succulent mouth brushing against yours, eliciting the faint whispers of whines escaping from him.

He briefly parted from your mouth. His hand smoothed over your head softly as his ocean eyes lingered on yours, looking deep into your soul. The breath hitched in your throat as you drank him in. He was definitely the most handsome man you had ever seen. No one looks this good 24 hours of the day, 7 days a week. But Austin Butler is no ordinary man it seems. You allowed your hand to caress his scruffy cheek with your fingers, feeling the prickly golden hairs move beneath you. An innocent gesture, but it was one that captured his heart.

His gorgeous smile appears on his face. He looked positively love drunk on you, and you committed the way he adoringly gazed at you to memory. In the back of Austin's mind, there were three specific words he wanted to string together and say to you. But he didn't want to ruin the mood, incase you didn't reciprocate the sentiment. He felt the feeling nonetheless, and tried his best to suppress the urge to utter that formidable sentence. It was too early, he needed to wait more before he let himself say it. He needed more time with you, and he would wait until the right moment. Now was not the time. However, he couldn't help but wonder if you were thinking the same thing he was.

Austin let out a contented sigh, and placed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I think it's time to get up." You hum in agreement and carefully untangle your body from his, letting your body fall back against the bedsheets.

He discards the covers and swings his legs over the edge of the bed before standing up. You couldn't help but stare at his delicious backside as you turn over on your side, head in hand, as you make it obvious you like the view he's giving.

You bite your lower lip, enjoying how the sunshine from the window cascades over his sculpted naked body, highlighting his best assets. He walks over to the closet and rummages through the hangers.

"I can feel you looking at my ass." Austin laughs, not even bothering to look behind him to check if you are - because he already knows the answer.

"It's not my fault that you're such eye candy." You retort as you lick your lips playfully. You can hear Austin scoff sheepishly at you as he finally picks out an outfit for the day which comprises of a rich navy blue henley, boxer briefs, and a fresh pair of Levis.

With his clothes in his hand, Austin turns back around to face you. "You're cute. But, I'm in desperate need of a hot shower. And if you're smart, you would stop staring at me from the bed and join me for some pampering before breakfast. I'll let you decide." He threw you a cheeky wink before sauntering off to the bathroom adjoined to the bedroom.

His proposition did sound perfect right about now. While you did definitely need to wash your body of the mess you just made down below, this would actually give you the best opportunity to put a plan into action. While Austin didn't need to necessarily get off, you didn't want to be the only one to come this morning. You'd chastise yourself for giving the poor guy blue balls all day if you didn't help him out.

The faint squeak of the faucet turning alerted your senses, and then woosh! The running water started hitting the shower tiles at warp speed. Now was the opportune time to begin your decent into the bathroom. You peel the covers off of your sweaty body and leap down onto the floor. The cool morning air hits smacks you in the face and send a shiver down your spine. The dress you wore last night was definitely not something you would wear again, besides you couldn't even find it among the messy pile of clothes scattered on the floor for the life of you. Instead, you just figured you'd waltz right in with your birthday suit and figure out what to wear later.

Tiptoeing into the bathroom, you see that Austin is behind the shower curtain lathering his body in a nice sandalwood scented bodywash. That turned you on all over again. But what turned you on even more was the fact that Austin would have no idea what's coming to him, literally, as you fully intend to satisfy him properly. You could practically taste him on your mouth, the thought alone was so tantalyzing.

He was whistling an absentminded tune to himself adorably, so he didn't hear you sneakily opening the shower curtain just enough for you to creep your way behind him without getting water all over the bathroom floor.

Now that you were in the shower with him you decide to let your hands travel up his lean back to let him know you were there. You didn't intend to startle him, but he swiftly turned around, and a splash of water trickled down his face in the process. His eyes widened with surprise for a hot minute, but seeing your wet body and your doe eyes peering up at him dissipated his brief wave of anxiety.

He sighed, flashing you a sexy grin. "I'm glad you decided correctly, baby."

"This was the obvious choice." You spoke softly, smiling up at him. Austin's hands snaked around your curves without hesitation, pulling you into his soapy chest, causing your bare breasts to slip and slide against him. And you fell into his gentle embrace.

Your lips ghosted his, parted and hungry for him to swallow you whole. But he leans down and caresses your mouth with the most effortlessly soft kiss that made you weak in the knees.

You whimper against his soft lips, the arousal already seeping down your inner thighs and being washed away by the steady stream of water cascading over your bodies. Austin was still fully erect, you could feel his rock hard member against your stomach. And he moaned as the sensual kisses you passed each other were quickly deepening with passion. Your fingers were tangling in his sopping wet strands, bringing him further into your mouth. His strong tongue danced with yours, already taking hold of your pillowy lips with such ease.

"Austin," You purred between hot kisses, "I wanna make you feel good." With a little bit of force, you now placed your hands on his chest and pushed him against the shower wall.

Immediately he went to cup your ass as he kneaded the supple flesh in the palms of his hands, getting his bodywash all over you. "You already are." He rasped lowly. His plush lips planted wet kisses along your jawline and down the side of your neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow him easy access, relishing in the way he sets your body on fire.

"No, I had something else in mind." You said breathlessly, getting lost in the searing kisses he's leaving against your sensitive skin. But you couldn't allow yourself to get distracted this early on. You pulled your head away from his mouth and made sure he was intently focused on your mischievous gaze.

With a passion burning in your eyes, you slowly get into a kneeling position before him. Your hands traveled their way down to Austin's muscular thighs that you loved so much and brought you to orgasm only mere minutes ago. Austin looked so damn fine as the hot water ran down his face and trickled along the defined muscles of his lean frame. You clenched your legs together to try and dissipate the ache in your pussy.

"You know you don't have to, Y/N." He looked down upon you with heavy lids, and a look behind his eyes that spoke plainly of his innate desire for you. Even in this situation, he wasn't thinking about getting his own needs met and putting you in a position to satisfy him. While those words flew out of his mouth, he honestly couldn't think straight. You were face to face with his engorged cock, red and throbbing, and begging for release. He was too nice and polite, sometimes to a fault. Oddly enough, that subdued side of Austin sent you spiraling down the path of wanting to see him come undone even more. This man deserves to be taken care of in all the right ways, and you were the woman to do it.

You placed a chaste kiss on his inner thigh, making his sigh lustfully from above. "Austin, let me return the favor."

Well, how could he seriously say no to that? The most beautiful girl in his eyes wanted to make him cum. And the fact that you actually enjoyed sucking him off just to see him get losing in how your mouth works around his cock sets his soul alight. He ran a hand through your hair that was plastered down by the water, getting any strays away from your face that obscured his view. "My darling girl is so good to me." He cooed adoringly.

As you looked up at the man before you, with his now soaked golden locks that turned a few shades darker, and his facial hair glistening by the water, you didn't want to waste any more time. You needed him in your mouth this instant.

One of your hands went to wrap around the base of his cock, while the other one rested on his hip. He was already primed and slippery by the running water, so you didn't hesitate to part your lips and bring the swollen tip into your warm mouth. Slowly but surely you relaxed your jaw and lowered yourself further down his shaft until he was nearly at the back of your throat. Austin sucked in a harsh breath, biting his lip and savoring the feeling of his cock in your mouth.

You were off to work. You began to set a rhythmic pace using both your wet mouth sucking him off, and your hand stroking what you couldn't fit inside of you. He looked so sexy staring down at you with knitted brows, his mouth slack jawed and watching your every move as you milk his aching cock.

"Oh fuck," He moaned, the grip on your hair tightening just a little bit more. Strings of your split came seeping out of your mouth as you worked on sucking his cock, "Just like that."

You whined around him, the vibration sent a chill down his spine as he shuddered around your swollen lips. His hips rose off the back of the wall and his cock plunged deeper into your throat. This time you were well prepared, and had gotten reacquainted with Austin's impressive length over the last few hours. You relaxed your jaw even further than before, allowing him to fuck your mouth if he wanted to. The option was there for the taking.

He was already totally lost in the feeling of you, as your mouth expertly worked wonders sucking him off to oblivion. The sloppy sounds of your wet lips around his cock and Austin's whimpers reverberated off of the tile and were amplified by the amazing bathroom acoustics.

"God, you're so fucking good. Feels incredible." He praised hoarsely. Austin couldn't help but take hold of your hair a little harder and pick up the pace of sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. And you allowed him to do so. You gurgled around his shaft as the head of his cock repeatedly slammed against the back of your throat. Tears were prickling at the corners of your eyes, spilling over and mixing with the water as he got himself off.

Austin's head rolled back against the wall, moaning loudly as you deliciously sucked and swirled your wet tongue over his cock. He didn't want to thrust too hard and fast into your mouth, but you could feel his hips shaking under your hand.

You were desperate to get Austin to his climax, it was the hottest thing in the world to see this sweet, shy man unravel under your ministrations. You decided you didn't want to keep your hand jerking off his shaft any longer. This was your make it or break it maneuver. Upon release of your grip around his cock, you instead let both free hands make their way to his round ass, pulling him deeper into your mouth. Picking up the pace now, you bob your head up and down sloppily along his entire length. You let your tongue lick along the underside of his cock.

Austin shuddered, and you felt him throb hard inside your mouth. "Oh shit. You're gonna make me come so hard." He groaned thickly.

His free hand tried to cling onto anything to ground himself, but the smooth wall behind him lent nowhere for his busy hand to find purchase. So he settled on cupping your head between his hands as he plunged his cock in your mouth repeatedly. You were sure you looked totally fucked out right now, tears just kept streaming down your face as you struggled for air as you sucked the soul deep from within him.

Austin began to shake, and his legs starting to give way beneath him. You both knew his orgasm was impending at any second, it was only a matter of time. So you put on your best moves by moaning around his cock and squeezing his round ass harder in your hands, egging him on. Letting him use your mouth however he needed to find that sweet release.

He closed his eyes and gave a few hard, ragged breaths, letting his body be transported through the motions. "Holy fuck, yes!" He roared. He stilled his hips as he shot loads of hot come down the back of your throat, which you eagerly swallowed, moaning your name dreamily like some kind of sacred prayer as he came hard and fast.

Once you were sure Austin had drained himself of every last ounce of cum down your throat, you were allowed to breathe as you slowly slid your lips off of his cock as you gasped for air. He was still shaking pretty badly as the wave of his orgasm ricochet throughout his entire body. Austin brought you up from your knees with his hands, and crashed his lips against yours, tasting himself on your tongue.

You were both a hot, panting mess. And he looked down at you with all the love in the entire world through his eyes. He eventually settled back down and regained enough composure to speak. "I'm the luckiest bastard on the face of the Earth." He said, giving you a satisfied grin.

"You're welcome." You giggled, marveling at the way his big blue eyes shined crystal clear after you sent him to the edge of the universe. He had a newly acquired bit of enthusiasm that you thought was adorable, and he kissed you sweetly once more before swatting your ass playfully.

"Okay for real now, we need to get the both of us cleaned up. Lest we give each other about 10 more orgasms until the water turns cold." He chuckled shyly. He reached around you to grab his shampoo and squirted a generous amount into his palms, working it into a lather. "Turn around." He asked politely.

You do as he asks, facing yourself away from him and turning straight on into the jet of running water, allowing it to run down your face and wash away your sinful blowjob tears.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." You quip from over your shoulder. Austin takes his hands and begins massaging your scalp with the shampoo, cleaning any muck and dirt out of your hair with tender loving care. You closed your eyes and softly moaned at the feeling of his fingers working over you.

"It's not, but i'd receive a hefty electric bill at the end of the month." He playfully jabbed, still paying extra attention to getting every inch of your scalp as spotless as possible. His touch is firm yet calculated, treating his most prized possession with as much tender loving care as possible. Once he thinks he's done his best work, he places his hands on your shoulders and leans down to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear. "Face me again, baby." He spoke softly, his sexy baritone making you shiver.

Gingerly turning back around as to not slip on the floor, your eyes meet his, and he smirks adorably. His hands find residence back on your waist.

"Now lean back and rinse." He commanded. You enjoyed Austin in this role of doting caretaker. You've forgotten what it felt like to have him do all these normal, run of the mill tasks on your behalf. And somehow it just does all the right things to you. There's something so sensual about this particular moment that seems kind of erotic, after all you did just have his cock in your mouth a few seconds ago. But the way he's looking at you now, like you're the only girl in the world, leaves your heart doing summersaults in your chest.

You follow his orders and tilt your bubbly head back into the stream of water. You start to rinse away the shampoo from your hair with your hands, making sure not to miss a spot. Austin is just taking full advantage to ogle at your heavenly naked form before him, as he cradles you in his strong arms.

A wicked smirk plays at the corner of his lips. While you're working on cleaning your hair, you hear a bottle cap pop open and plop back down on the ledge of the shower. Before you know it, you feel Austin's large hands covered in bodywash all over you.

He's like a kid in a candyshop as he has total access to all the best bits of you at his disposal, getting all soapy and slippery under his hands. You stifle back a whimper as you feel his palms cup your entire breasts, kneading and massaging them.

"You're so sexy like this." He mused huskily. Knowing this would drive you crazy, his fingertips trailed featherlight circles around your nipples. Austin licked his lips in delight as he felt your nipples stand to attention underneath his calloused digits.

"Austin!" You gasped. You brought your head back up from the water and watched him as he played with your bountiful perky tits in his hands. If there was a running tally for which of you could turn the other on the most this morning, you'd be evenly matched. He knows you love his hands too, they're one of your favorite parts about Austin's physical body. Your brain fogs up with arousal as his nimble fingers caress your hot skin. "What happened to getting us cleaned up 'for real'?" You teased.

An ember was already overtaking his ocean eyes before you. "What's it look like i'm doing?" He retorted devilishly. He sucked his bottom lip into his teeth, his soapy hands working wonders on your breasts.

"Um, I think you're working yourself up to orgasm number 50." You giggled, amused that he tried and failed miserably to remain on task. Your forehead makes contact with his as you sigh wantonly against his plush lips that are so close to closing the distance between yours.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." He says halfheartedly, clearly trying to play dumb. Between your lathered up bodies you peer down and can see his cock already pumping back up. This man's sexual appetite for you is insatiable. It takes every single ounce of willpower you have within you to not go on the attack and fuck him right now in the shower, as much as you want to. And while he was making such an erotic display of affection, which was not lost on you, you could feel the water turning tepid the longer you both stand here touching each other.

It's hard work, but you try your best to stand firm and not get distracted by his gorgeous cock or his hands playing with your nipples, making you wet all over again. And the way he's seducing you like he wants to swallow you alive is starting to send you under.

"Austin Butler..." You begin your attempt to dissuade him, but your lusty breaths give you away. He giggles cutely, scrunching his nose.

"Uh oh, the full name treatment. I think i'm in trouble." He sighs heavily, regaining his senses as his hands reluctantly remove themselves for your breasts that he lavished with so much attention. He splashes water on his face and shakes his head to snap himself out of it. His cock ached to be touched by you in all of the ways, but he tried his best to not let all of the blood rush to his ballooning member. "Right, get outta here woman. I can't do this with you distracting me. It's too temping". He smacks your ass as he escorts you out of the shower, the two of you laughing at your near encounter.

"I'll go make breakfast while you finish up." You say as you wrap a soft while towel around your body, covering up the supple flesh that he so eagerly wants all for himself.

He pokes his head out of the shower curtain. "That sounds perfect. Now go on, get. I have to clear my head of all the sinful thoughts you bewitched me with." He chuckles lowly in his chest before disappearing back in the shower. The tune he was whistling before you pounced on him was playing right where he left off. All in all you'd say that was a job well done on your part.

You roll your eyes at his playful remark and make your way back into the bedroom to dry yourself off. You figure that for now it's easier to steal one of this oversized t-shirts and throw it over yourself. And you forego panties, since the ones from last night are definitely going in the trash. You go commando for the time being. It was the perfect lounging around outfit.

While Austin is finishing up his shower, you head downstairs to put together a simple breakfast of pancakes and syrup. And you both ate to your hearts content. He thanked you properly for the delicious meal by coaxing you into his lap and finger fucking you to another rippling orgasm. He just honestly can't help himself. He popped a boner the minute he saw you teasingly spread your legs from across the dining room table, revealing your pussy in all it's glory.

But the entire day wasn't spent just being in each other's physical sphere. You eventually did have to go back to the hotel to retrieve your suitcase. He made a compelling argument of why should you pay for a room you're not even using when you can enjoy the rest of your time at his farmhouse? It was a smart idea. And you didn't want to be away from him any more than you both thought was necessary. So be kept busy while you threw on a pair of his sweatpants and headed out the door to grab all your things, making sure to not leave anything behind. It was a nice feeling to know for certain that you wouldn't be going back to the hotel emptyhanded or disappointed.

Obviously it was evident that you and he didn't have a whole lot of time left with eachother under these circumstances. At the end of the week you'd have to go back home. While day one was spent with incredible anxiety that faded away into a blissful reunion of your bodies colliding once more, day 2 was spent exploring.

It was still relatively fresh in how you two were bonding again. And you made sure to take the time to learn more about his life post-breakup. Apparently he took up gardening and purchased books on general carpentry so he could be prepared to renovate the house. Perhaps these sudden interests of his sprang up because he wanted to distract himself from the pain of not being with you anymore. Why would he dedicate his time and sensitive emotions to getting sucked down into a depressive state, when he could be out in nature, breathing new life into the soil? It just so happened to work out in his favor. They say that you sew what you reap, and he's reaping all the benefits of having you back into his life.

As morning transitioned into afternoon, Austin took you on a stroll through his plot of land. It was seriously massive. You figured he had at least a few acres all to himself. What one person needed with all that land was beyond you. Not that you were against country living at all, it was a serine existence. But all you knew for the last few years was the little 500 square foot studio apartment that you called your home. Compared to this it seemed as if Austin was living the high life out here. The more you get reacquainted with your old beau the more apparent that he thrives on his solitude. Which you always knew about him anyway, he was a very independent and private person. But this was taking things to the next level. You were proud of him for creating a safe space for him to feel grounded when all his life he's been rife with uncertainty. It genuinely warms you heartstrings to see him happy again.

When he talks to you about hobbies he's passionate about, or recanting to you a particularly interesting story about a particular hero of his he's met, his hands get shaky with nerves and he ramps up his speech, talking a mile a minute. It's really cute. And you allow yourself to just listen as he regales you with these momentous tales from his extraordinary life.

You try to take a page out of his book and settle into just being happy in this rather unusual set of circumstances. It wasn't productive right now to think about the past or the future. Everything was so uncertain. And there was still a lot to unpack. You never thought you'd seamlessly weave yourself back into the fold of Austin, but you do. At least for now anyway. And that's enough for you.

The rest of day was spent inside, cooking dinner together, listening to music, and making passionate love to each other until dusk became dawn. You two were falling into a predictable pattern now - get up, shower, maybe divulge in shower sex if you're feeling frisky, make breakfast, clean up, probably more sex, and passing the time between then and dinner. No matter what it is, you're attached at the hip.

As the gorgeous Georgia sun rose on the third and final day of your visit, Austin made the sweet suggestion of reading one of his favorite poetry books outside to get some fresh air. You knew he loved to read, and in your past relationship he made it a habit to read aloud to you every night before bed. It was a charming gesture of your once domesticated coexistence. You thought for old times sakes that you'd agree to let him read to you. Honestly, you just love to hear him talk. He could recite the phonebook and you'd be hanging on his every word.

You both settle on the swinging chair on the porch. He's got his head resting in your lap, and his long legs are sprawled out on the side of you on the chair. With his poetry book in hand, he flicked his nebula eyes up at yours, beaming a wide smile. "Ready?" He asked, excited about the prospect of reading to you once again. It's nostalgic for all the right reasons. You nod your head, and he begins.

Time seemed to slow down in this moment. And you were both basking in the calm serenity of this beautiful day with one another. His head in your lap was reassuring and it brought you a strange sense of comfort. Your hand was idly stroking his tousled sandy waves, the other one rested on his heart. You bask in the expansive landscape of this little paradise you've found yourself in as Austin's soothing baritone lulls your senses. Occasionally he would pause from reading to take your hand from his chest and place a gentle kiss on your knuckles before continuing on. It was perfect. Maybe too perfect.

You really didn't want to walk the smokey trail and ruin a nice moment with Austin. But you can feel your palms get clammy and white noise like static permeates your senses. It can be so effortless to get caught on the thought that's been at a low rolling boil these past three days. You didn't want to hear it. You didn't want to be reminded of the realities of his situation. To look it square in the eye would mean that you break the illusion of this fairytale that you allowed yourself to get swept up in. Now that it was all too clear that you'd have to make your way back home to Boston tomorrow morning, you allow the little devil on your shoulder to talk in your ear.

Was all of this really the right thing to do? Once the night was over, you'd have to make a choice. Can you allow yourself to let this be nothing but a whirlwind romance and return back to your life that you built without Austin? It's so much easier said than done to get back together with your ex, no matter how happy you make each other. Not only that, but Austin's obvious celebrity status makes him high profile. Unlike before where you two could actually go buy groceries or watch a movie at the theaters without anyone knowing who he was. This was different. Once the media and his fans caught word through the grapevine that you two are an item, it's gonna be incessant pressure on all sides. Your identity will be spread around online and soon enough everyone will know who you are. The hot button topic of all the gossip rags will be you and him, scrutinizing every aspect of your relationship. All your dirty laundry will be aired out whether you like it or not. He said he wanted to protect you from all of this. How does he intend to make that happen? You're not naïve to what it all means. A normal relationship with Austin simply isn't in the cards for you both, and that realization slaps you silly.

It's all slurring together in your mind and suddenly you feel dizzy, just like the first evening you spent here. Your brain starts to tune out Austin's voice the more you spiral down, and he's completely oblivious to your internal crisis.

As if reading your mind, suddenly Austin stirred beneath you, aware of the hand on his scalp that stopped rustling his long tresses ages ago. He paused and turned down the corner of the page to mark his spot for later. The book snapped closed and he let it rest in his lap.

"Y/N?" He called out from beneath you, looking up with concerned eyes. You still didn't hear him, you were completely zoning out and lost in the tangled web of your own self destructive thoughts. He definitely noticed something wasn't right, and it made him worry.

Austin took your hand that was resting on his heart and brought it to his plush mouth, planting demure kisses on your palm. "Honey, come back to me." He softly spoke, trying to bring you back down to wherever you had drifted off to, away from him.

In the midst of you drowning in your own thoughts you felt his kisses on your hand, and you rapidly blinked your eyes as you were brought back down to Earth. As you regain your surroundings you look in your lap to Austin's uncertain eyes, looking for reassurance of your current state.

"Sorry, I kinda just spaced out for a minute there." You said, trying to not give away the fact that on the inside you were losing your mind.

"Is everything alright?" Austin asked earnestly, he placed another kiss on your palm.

You nodded, "Yeah I'm good." You said plainly. That didn't really quell his anxieties, but he wasn't about to try and coerce you to speak openly if you didn't want to.

Austin tore his eyes way from you, examining your dainty fingers in his hand as his fingertips touched your skin. "I probably bored you to tears with my reading. I can get a bit carried away." He chuckled demurely. A faint rosy hue rose to his cheeks at the embarrassing thought that he might have rambled on for too long about the poetry. If he had known that you actually were on the verge of a mental breakdown you weren't entirely sure if that would make him feel any better about his passion for reading. So you brushed your feelings under the rug.

"No, Aus, don't worry about it. I think maybe it's a good time to think about dinner." You said, trying to sideline this conversation and avert the attention elsewhere. It wasn't a whole lie though, you were hungry for another five star meal from Austin Butler, Chef Extraordinaire.

Austin left his spot from your lap and went to stand up, stretching his limbs a little, getting the blood flowing and shaking away pins and needles. As he stood, the swinging chair rocked briskly and you tried to plant your feet on the ground in fear of flying away. "Alright, I could go for some dinner right now. Let's put a raincheck on the poetry."

All you do is nod and smile at Austin's suggestion. You weren't sure when you were going to have to sift through the cesspool of your unsteady emotions, but you hoped it could wait until after you both filled your bellies with some nourishing food.

He can still sense that you're keeping him at a distance, and it's not something he finds validating to his confidence. His ego may be deflated, given the fact that if there's a problem he'd rather fix it on the spot. But he soldiers on. It's been such a wonderful day spent with his favorite girl that he will risk walking on eggshells for the time being. He lets you walk ahead of him into the house as you both think about what to cook.

The two of you make dinner in silence. There's an awkward tension hanging low in the air that threatens to suffocate the both of you. It's extremely obvious as time goes on that you're lost in your own world and he's drifting further away from you. He doesn't want to poke and prod his way into your mind, but he wants to be let in from behind the locked door. If he can help dispel any burdensome thoughts you have then he will do his best. It pulls at his heartstrings to know that you're not willing to open up in this moment.

You're helping out with the cooking by slicing up some vegetables on the wooden island in the middle of the kitchen. And Austin works around you by sautéing some things on the stove behind you. Normally you and him would have music playing in the background to help make cooking dinner a little more playful as you both sing hilariously out of key. But the only sounds that were audible were the sizzling of the pans and the incessant buzzing in Austin's ears.

Ever the patient person and not one to enjoy confrontations, he forgoes what his brain tells him to do, which is shut up and not saying anything, in favor of listening to his gut feeling. Austin let's go of the wooden spoon he was stirring with and gripped the edge of the countertop, perhaps a little too hard. A discontented sigh harshly exhaled from his nose, his nostrils flaring. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to know what was wrong with you so he could fix it, or attempt to do something.

Austin threw his head over his shoulder and spoke back in your general direction. "I know something's bothering you and I don't know what it is. Can you please talk to me?" He said carefully in a low tone, but slightly putting his foot down on the gas. He didn't want to come across as overbearing or pushy, but you were blocking him out.

When you didn't respond right away he turned on his boot heels and walked his way around the island to stand across from you. He placed his hands far apart on the wooden surface and leaned forward to you. You didn't bother to look at Austin for even a second. The red peppers you were chopping up seemed like the safest thing to focus on right now. Your heart raced in your chest as the conversation you tried to put off was happening right now. "Baby please, what's the matter?" He asked with a little more desperation to his voice.

You hated hearing Austin plead with you. But you just didn't want to make the situation tense or awkward. Unfortunately, your plan backfired on you because you can't hide your feelings very well. And Austin knows this. He remembers that when you're frustrated, happy, sad, and everything in between that your body language tells the truth and not the words coming out of your mouth. It comes across in the way you round your shoulders, you purse your lips, and narrow your weary eyes. He felt like he was walking on a tightrope and if he looked down for a split second he could plummet to certain death.

Since he had you backed into a corner, you had to fess up and spill the beans. This was gonna be unpleasant, but might as well get it over with. You sighed, your chopping coming to an eventual halt as you put down your knife on the cutting board.

Finally you muster up the strength to look Austin in the eye, and a lump formed in your throat. His eyes were pained and the gears were turning in his head at warp speed, wondering what got you this way and if he was the problem. He already thought in some aspects he was unworthy of your affections, and this unexplained change in your demeanor was keeping him off balance. Seemingly for him it came out of nowhere and all of his anxieties about losing you were rising to the surface. He was terrified, and so were you.

You swallow thickly. "I've just...been thinking that's all." You say softly.

Austin nodded and shrugged. "That's a start. Thinking about what?"

"About this. What we're doing." Your hand gestures out for emphasis.

Without missing a beat he batted his lashes and shifted his weight a little. "Care to expand upon that for me?" He asked expectantly with a twinge of confusion behind his question.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose with your finger and thumb. "Austin please, I didn't really wanna get into it right now." You mumbled, annoyed that Austin's trying to pull this out of you. To be fair, you knew this would happen. Why you thought you could successfully keep this under control you had no idea. But now you were annoyed at not only him, unrightfully so, but also yourself for handling the situation poorly.

His lips tensed up into a thin line across his face as he never breaks eye contact with you, which in this moment is a little unnerving. But the heat is rising through his body, temping his Leo energy to come out and play. "Well, since you wanna mope around the house and give me the silent treatment, I'm afraid you've left me with no choice. We are getting into it, right now." He said with a little bite.

You placed your hands on the countertop, inadvertently mirroring his body language. You let your head fall in front of you. "Goddamn it." You grumbled. This is not going well at all.

The electricity in the air was palpable and rich with strife. Austin attempts to manage his irritation by diminishing his gaze to you in a submissive manner. He can feel his body shake as the adrenaline crashes over him like a tidal wave. He couldn't argue with you, he didn't want to. But his choices for handling his situation are vanishing before him. Austin lowers his tone as he speaks. "Y/N, I'm honestly begging you. Let me in. Being left to my own devices to think about every little thing I might've said or done to offend you is driving me fucking insane. Throw me a bone here. Will you please tell me what's the matter?" He pleads wholeheartedly.

Austin's words cut through your defenses, putting a crack in the wall you tried to build around yourself as a coping mechanism. As you lift your head back up you run your hands over your face and take a deep breath, walking away from the island. You let out a frustrated groan. "I-I don't know, I mean...what's even going on here? We had a great few days together - okay, fine. I can take them for what they are. But then what comes after this?" You say in a frenzy as you pace the kitchen.

Austin remains level headed in his approach as he watches you cross your arms and walk dizzying laps back and forth. "I feel like the answer to your question is pretty obvious."

"Oh really? Well it's funny you say that because from my point of view it's not." You snap back, not even bothering to look up at Austin as you feel yourself getting flustered under pressure.

Austin removes himself from the island and goes to stand closer to you, but keeping out of your way as you walk your laps back and forth. "What, are you telling me that after all this...after every incredible moment we spent together, that you don't want to try and work things out between us? Is that what I'm supposed to extrapolate from all this?" He asks. His brow furrows as he tries to make head or tails of your thought process. Surely you two and he had an unspoken understanding that what transpired over the last few days was mind-blowing. And it was obvious to him that there was no chance in hell he was letting you go back to the east coast without making you his girl, officially. What changed between morning and now?

You stop dead in your tracks and face him for the first time in what felt like ages. Even in this heightened state of emotions you still looked beautiful to him in your blue silk nightie with a slit on one thigh, and your chunky knit cardigan thrown over you to take the chill out from the breeze passing through the open kitchen window. Even now in this moment he still holds all the love for you.

You sigh loudly, dropping your tone a pinch but the words still come out strained. "Austin, it's so much easier said than done. This isn't like some fairytale where everything magically comes together in the end."

Austin raises his fluffy blonde brows. "My sentiments exactly. I may be a bit of a self proclaimed hopeless romantic, but I also see things pragmatically. That's why I said we try and work things out." His shoulders are tense as he now folds his arms in front of chest. The rolled up sleeves on his vintage denim shirt emphasize his biceps and you can't help yourself from glancing down at the sculpted muscles for just a millisecond. You chewed your cheek, chastising yourself for letting your resolve faulter at this important juncture. And with all the heated words being thrown around, Austin hoped that his pleas were getting caught in your brain and not falling on deaf ears.

Your arms fall to your sides as you shrug your shoulders. "Okay, but how?! Please tell me, Austin. How is this supposed to work out in the real world? I have a career and a life back in Boston. Have you forgotten about that?" You ask, raising your voice.

He makes a confused face as if that was a serious question and not rhetorical. "Of course I haven't. I'm not suggesting you move out of your apartment this instant. But what I am suggesting is that you give us a fighting chance." He carefully emphasizes his words so there's not even a sliver of a chance you'll misconstrue his intentions.

"How the hell are you so certain that things between us will work out this time?" You ask as you place one of your hands on your hips.

He looks at you plain as day, serious in his demeanor. He can feel his mouth go dry as he plucks up some internal courage to press on. Austin isn't sure if this is a losing battle, but he's gonna try his best to speak his truth. At least he knows he's getting to the heart of the matter and knocking down your icy resolve. "I'm not. There are no guarantees with anything in life. What I am certain about are my feelings for you. Do you not feel the same way?" The gravelly timbre in his voice is a stark contrast to the butterflies in his stomach, and he waivers slightly as he lays his cards out on the table.

You hear exactly what Austin is saying. And it sticks like glue, finally. However, your jumbled brain simply cannot back down on the inferno it started. "You know as well I do that feelings aren't enough, Austin. I'm trying to think big picture here. If I go back to Boston and you stay here in Georgia, where do we go from there? How does it work? Seeing you maybe once a week on facetime while you're in some exotic country filming your next blockbuster movie? Getting to see you in person a handful of times before the year is out? Is that seriously enough for you? Because if we're doing this then I want certain promises from you. And if you can't make good on those promises then I honestly can't see this being for real. Regardless of how these last three days went. I don't know, maybe it was irresponsible to get involved again. Maybe you shouldn't have written to me in the first place." You said. You didn't mean for what you said to come out a bit terse, but all came pouring out of you like word vomit. You were twisting the knife deeper into Austin's vulnerability. His abandonment issues that stemmed from his childhood were being heavily triggered, and at this point all hell was about to break loose. He uncrossed his arms and walks closer to you. His blood is boiling and he isn't sure how much longer he can keep this going if you won't even give him a chance to hear him out.

His imposing figure towers over you. He again has you trapped into a proverbial corner you can't escape. Even in the open arrangement of the kitchen and conjoined dining room you feel small standing in front of him. Your eyes scan over his blue orbs. You're not sure if you're seeing right in your state of mind, but you're certain you see tears threatening to spill over his face. That wasn't something you were prepared to see. You could feel a bit of the wind in you sails topple over as the man before you trembles, his handsome features downturned.

Austin's heartbeat is in his ears. He steadies himself as best he can. The hurt in his voice is unmistakable. "You wanna know something? I've had some pretty insane things happen to me in these last few years that are pretty unfathomable to express. Every time I think that i'm okay, that i got this, i'm proven wrong. I do press junkets all day, I make public speeches that stop me dead in my tracks with crippling anxiety, I work on sets with a crew of people that adopt me as part of the family and then that family breaks up once filming is over. Inevitably I go back home to an empty house, and i sit with my thoughts. Often times, I lay awake at night and I can hear your laughter playing like a loop in my mind. I close my eyes and I immediately see your face. You've tormented me for all these years. It was excruciating for me to go on living my life without you. It felt like half of me was missing. So as you're standing here right now and you look me in the eye and have the nerve to tell me that feelings aren't enough I call bullshit."

There was a moment of intense silence that ambushed you from all angles. His words cast away most of the doubt that plagued you. And yet, you revert back to replaying the traumatic separation all those years ago in your mind. It didn't have to end like that. Even though you understand why it did. He could have spared you both the immense loss if he had just clung on tight to your relationship. His confession drudged up a lot of feelings that you haven't allowed yourself to come out in so long. It was uncomfortable, but Pandora's Box was already open.

His baby blues were misty and red as he tried his best to not let the tears spill from the rims of his eyes. You could sense the familiar lump in your throat and sniffle settle in your nose as the sting of tears pricked your eyes as well. You placed a hand on the back of your neck and tried to rub the stress away. If you looked at Austin any longer you would crumble to a million pieces, so you averted your gaze down to your feet. "It's just so difficult when I think back to how things ended between us. You left me in the dark to figure out what the hell happened." You spoke solemnly in a hushed tone.

Austin placed one of his hands over his heart in earnest. "And i'm an asshole for that. I'm not a perfect person, I have flaws and I fuck up. My biggest regret was letting you walk out of my life. And yes, I did it to protect you. But now that you're here with me again it's like we've been given a second chance. I have the capacity to make you satisfied in so many ways. More than I ever could before. Please, please allow me to take care of you. You can stay here in this house with me. I can help you relocate and get a good, well-paying job in your career field that you deserve. We don't have to be living life alone anymore." At this point he was almost begging on his knees for you to stay. But was that enough for you? He wasn't sure, but he was doing everything he possibly could to hedge his bets.

The severity of just how messed up this whole situation was hit you like a ton of bricks to your chest. You were so close to breaking down into a heap of loud sobs on the floor. Unfortunately your pride would not allow you to do that in front of the man that loves you and simultaneously hurt you. To put your trust in the whim of a second go around was not something you were inclined to do in this very moment. The little devil on your shoulder was jabbing it's pitchfork into your brain, shutting down all of your rationale. While this relationship was going to require a lot of work, more work than was ever required of you in the past, it wasn't something that was impossible to do. If this was worth saving then you both would have to make sacrifices in order to make it work. But the tremendous weight of it all was baring heavy on your shoulders. You huffed, and turned away from Austin as you padded on your barefeet towards the door. "God, this is just too much for me." You spoke aloud to yourself.

Austin's nerves shot right back up to 100 as he saw you schlep away. "Where are you going?" He asked, his eyes bulging from his sockets.

"I don't know, somewhere. I just need to think about all of this." You said idly, not wanting to expose your soft innermost core that was screaming to be loved by him.

Austin was fast on his heels. And he was much taller than you, so he had the advantage of making a beeline towards the front door with his long legs. He blocked your way out before your hand had the ability to reach out and grab the handle. "Hey, don't you dare walk out on us. Don't go hiding away because you're scared. You talk to me. I'll be damned if we don't get to the bottom of this right now." He spoke in a demanding tone.

You stood as tall as you could, not backing down for one second. "Scared? You got some nerve telling me that I'm scared." You snapped back, but your voice faltered as your heart pounded hard in your chest.

"Why else would you run away from this conversation if you weren't scared, huh? Is this what you're gonna do when things get tough? You walk out on me? There isn't a goddamn chance in hell I'm allowing you to be so foolish like that." He said, raising his voice to match yours. The annoyance dripped from his vocal chords like molasses.

You were starting to see red. He stopped you from leaving the house and now he was calling you out on your bluff. Your ego was now entirely speaking on your account. "You can be a real arrogant son of a bitch, you know that?" You said, practically spitting out the harsh words.

He somehow loomed even larger over you as he took one step towards you, slightly closing the gap between your bodies. The heat was rolling off of him in droves, and he could feel your resentment all the same. It was game, set, match. "And I'm pretty sure you're the most stubborn woman I've ever met in my life." He said, laying it on thick.

His words left a bitter taste in your mouth. "Oh my god! Now I'm stubborn?! I can't believe you right now." You said angrily.

Austin wasn't about to back down. He ventured forward with the ball in his court. "I'm sorry to break it to you, but you knew that this wouldn't be easy. I can see from your perspective that being with me isn't a cake walk, alright? Believe me I get it. But it's equally as frustrating to be with you sometimes. Right now is a prime example." He said, sardonically.

You leaned forward into his personal bubble to assert yourself back into the conversation at hand. You weren't about to let him have the balls to say something like that to you. Not after everything that's happened. "Okay Austin, since you seem to have all perfectly crafted answers, what happens if we do get back together but we breakup again? Did you think about that? One or both of us will end up getting hurt just as badly the second time. I mean, look at us! We're already fighting."

Austin had lost his patience for you so long ago, he wasn't sure how he was managing to somewhat hold it together. His love for you overrides every other need he has. It's not about being right or wrong, it's about speaking honestly from the heart. And that's his forte. "Yeah, that's what every couple does. As much as you're trying to paint me as the villain right now, I didn't write you with this Machiavellian scheme to fuck you and then leave you out to dry once I got my fill. And i'm pretty sure you knew that because if that was the case you'd have already been on the first plane out of here."

You crossed your arms again as you take in what he just said. The guy was right! Why were you fighting so hard against him? You're too far gone in your flight or fight response to rationally come back from this argument at dinner. And you hated that he was pulling back the curtain as you still attempted to shield yourself away from his reach. Maybe you were scared, and maybe you really were stubborn. While he was much bigger than you, you could try to get in the car right now and drive back to Boston, which you knew was a stupid idea. So instead, you thought your best mode of defense was more sass. "And your point?"

Austin held back on the inclination to roll his eyes so far into his noggin. He remained firm. "My point...is that it's never going to be simple when it comes to you and I - unfortunately. But I don't give a fuck about any that because I want to be with you. I want to tirelessly work at this every single day with you. You're the only woman I have ever yearned for, and craved to be with so ardently. And I know that somewhere deep down in your heart you feel the same way. Because why else would you still be here in my company, cooking dinner with me, reading with me, making love to me, and even continuing to fight with me if you didn't want me too. Am I wrong?"

Silence befell the both of you. He looked at you with a fire burning in his eyes. You felt like a deer in headlights. How can you fight back, or have any leg to stand on after what Austin just vehemently raved about? There's no point in backing down or running away. It's impossible. No matter how badly you want to allow yourself to be all consumed with these arduous negative feelings and hide away in Boston, never to see Austin again, you simply can't.

It's as simple and as complicated at you both make it out to be. Of course you each played a role in how things went down since the breakup. Perhaps you were being unfair in putting all the blame onto Austin, and not wanting to look in the mirror at your own causation. And in a lot of ways it was easier to believe this false narrative you were spinning and stay stuck forever. This man standing before you was your everything. You would have given him the life of marriage and children if everything went according to God's perfect plan. But, maybe in some twist of fate it just had to unfold in this way. Everything aligned at the right time. This whole thing didn't start when you got Austin's letter in the mail three days ago. It started on the very first day you two broke up. The magnetism of your electric bond was still pulling you two back together. To think that you fought tooth and nail to deny the intensity of your feelings for him only to fall right back inline with his soul upon minute one on arrival.

As you gaze up at Austin, who's eyes pierce through the thin veil of your never ender list of pathetic excuses, you know there's only one way out of this.

When you don't render him with any form of response, he clicks his tongue in his mouth haughtily. "Hmm. That's what I thought."

Swiftly, and catching you by surprise, Austin bends down and throw you over his shoulder.

"Austin, what are you doing? We have dinner on the stove!" You screech.

"To hell with dinner. There's more important things to tend to." He says firmly.

You feel like a child who's being put in a timeout by her parent as Austin hoists you over his shoulder, gripping onto the backs of your thighs as he shuffles through the kitchen with you in tow. You try desperately to cling onto any part of him that your fingers can reach as you feel unsteady over his broad shoulder, and it's not helping matters that Austin is fast on his feet.

Austin readjusts you higher on his shoulder and releases one of his hands as he expertly turned off the burner on the stove as he makes his way around the island. At least he had the wherewithal to not accidentally burn the house down while he has every intention of setting you straight. His only destination is the bedroom, and he wastes no time in climbing two steps at a time up to the second floor. You feel dizzy as he jostles you around like a ragdoll. But he somehow isn't even breaking a sweat.

Austin manhandling you shouldn't be hot, specially under this circumstance of the fight you just had. But your body betrays your mind as you feel the familiar tingles of arousal spreading over you down below. The door to the bedroom is already open, and he grunts as he leans one of his knees on the bed and throws you down onto the comforter.

You bounce back aggressively as he tosses you onto the bed without a care. And he leaves you with no time to react to your new surroundings as he's on you in a flash. You gasp as the bed sinks beneath you as Austin crawls lowly, stalking you like you're the main course meal, and sinks his plush mouth onto yours. He straddles you, pushing your legs far and wide as he takes up as much space as possible, fully covering your body with his lean frame. He needs to be on every single inch of you, desperate for skin to skin contact.

His mouth isn't tender or graceful, it's all tongue and a clashing of teeth. You can taste the essence of red wine on his lips from earlier in the day, and his woodsy cologne overpowers your senses as he literally eats you alive. He groans heavy in your mouth, and as your tongues work back and forth in a dance for mutually assured control you're overcome by the overwhelming nature of his masculine dominance. You feel yourself little by little succumbing to his touch.

His large hands roughly get a full grope of your ample breasts, clothed by your blue nightie. You moan into the vicious kisses, a smirk plays on the corners of Austin's lips as he knows you're becoming unglued by the second. He has you right where he wants you.

You can hear him growl low in his chest as he takes whatever he wants from you, his tongue plunging in and out of your mouth with a frenzy. His lips work against yours in such a sinful way that you can't help but arch your back off the bed and try to meet his clothed erection pressing into your lower stomach. But he's not about to let you take the reigns. This is his time to shine. No more is the sweet man that read you poetry as the cool Georgia air wafted through your long hair. That man was put to rest. You've awakened something visceral, something animalistic from within him that he never let any other woman see. His unyielding love for you is borderline intoxicating and all consuming. And tonight you'd experience just how intensely he wanted you.

His plush lips pull away from yours with a pop, and you both pant heavily as you gasp for oxygen. But it's not long before Austin is on the attack, licking and sucking down your neck. "You have no idea what you do to me." He moans gruffly against your neck. He's painting you like his own personal canvas with his mouth as he leaves behind large purple bruises in his wake. "I thought I'd lost you forever once before, but seeing you almost walk out of my life for a second time - fuck, I can't handle it."

Your hands rummage through Austin's hair as he trails searing, desperate kisses down your collarbone. All you can do is mewl and writhe underneath him. You're a slave to the attention he's lavishing your body with, even if he is intermingling pleasure with a bit of pain. It did scare you a little bit seeing Austin so overcome with emotion in his plight to keep you here. You aren't sure what this man is capable of in these circumstances. He could snap you in half like a twig or he could fuck you over and over again into orgasmic bliss until you're crying and chanting his name like a sacred prayer. Both options were seemingly on the table and your heart leapt in your chest at the uncertainty of which Austin you're getting right now.

You're not sure if you should say something or take the assault of his frisky hands and mouth, and honestly you can't formulate any words as Austin pulls down the front of your nightie, exposing your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples already harden into pert buds under his intense stare, and he licks his lips hungrily before suckling the left one into his hot mouth.

"Mm, Austin!" You whine. He rolls his tongue around your nipple before he grazes his teeth between the sensitive flesh. You hissed, and your pussy clenched around nothing as your juices stated to flow.

His baby blues peered into your soul as he watched your beautiful features contort with pleasure. Treating you this way was getting him hot under the collar. He let out a soft moan around your breast as he rocked his clothed cock against your stomach, never fully meeting the part of you that desperately wanted his attention. And he knew this. Soon enough he knew the more he worked you up into a tizzy the more insatiable for him you would be. And he played on that to his advantage.

He released your nipple with a wet plop and focused his attention on the right one, still licking and sucking and nibbling with his teeth all the same. This was already driving you insane and he barely touched you. Your hips rose off the bed and was determined to get some delicious friction to your aching pussy on his hardened length, but it was no use, he was off of you as fast as lightening. Your breast jiggled before him as he pulled away from your nipple. Austin's lips were pouty pink and swollen from his barrage of kisses and sucking on your flesh. But he was nowhere near done.

He looked at you like a wild animal in heat, and it turned you on like no other. He was a man on a mission and nothing would get in the way of his perfectly unfolding plan. You knew in your brain that you'd have to just lay there and take whatever he would dole out to you.

He sucked in his bottom lip between his teeth as he roamed his hands down your sides and over your stomach, touching every precious inch of your body he could claim as his under his scorching hands. As Austin sat back on his heels and admired your curves, you could clearly see now just how hard he was for you. He was pitching a large tent under his jeans and you whimpered wantonly as even more of your slick collected into your dripping folds. Austin nearly lost it as he pushed your legs apart even further, exposing your sparkling pussy to him that was already red and throbbing for him.

He groaned hoarsely. "Jesus Christ, woman, you just love to taunt me don't you? Waltzing around my house with no panties on. What a slut you are." His words rattled around in your brain, causing all of the neurons to short circuit. Did he just call me a slut? You don't even have time to quip back at him with a remark, two of his long slender fingers have already pushed past your tight walls, filling you to the brim. Your wetness made it so easy for him to slide through your womanhood without prepping you first.

You let out a strangled moan as he masterfully curls his fingers in a come hither motion against that spongy spot inside you. He knows all of the exact buttons to push and how much pressure to apply to have you spiraling out of control.

He looked love drunk with power in this moment. It barely took him any effort to make you sticky and slippery, just like how he always wants you. His pupils were blown black, no ounce of those genteel angelic blues were present. They were glazed over with lust and control. He looked like a greek god with his golden waves plastered to his forehead with sweat as his hand macerated your pussy. "Were you this aching and wet for me while we were fighting downstairs? Did I get you all hot and bothered, little one? Seeing me fight for what's mine make you wanna drop to your knees and beg me to fuck you?" He said through gritted teeth, jaw clenched, and ragged breaths.

Your whole body rocked back and forth as Austin set a a steady pace with his fingers. Your walls spasmed around his digits, soaking him through to the bone. The sounds of your juices sloshing around his fingers filled the room. Your needy, incessant cries of pleasure were only spurring him on. He didn't need you to reply, you both already knew the answer. A flush rose to your cheeks. You couldn't hide how much you wanted him even in the throws of your argument moments ago. Even as you were ready to march out the door never to see Austin Butler again, your burning desire for him kept you tethered. You could never really walk out on him, you love him so desperately. He knows you well - body, mind, and soul. No matter how angry or irrational you both get with those vile words that are meant to sting only momentarily, you can't kid yourself that this man is your everything. And as he's finger fucking you to the high heavens, looking down at you like you hold the key to his very existence on this planet, you allow yourself to bend to his will. You'll be his good little slut like you both know you are.

Whimpers kept pouring out of your mouth like a running faucet, flooding Austin's senses as he looked down at you, fucked out on his fingers. You couldn't even look him in the eye, a shyness crept over you as you realized how quickly you were willing to throw your ego out the window in this moment. You tucked your face into your shoulder, shrinking away.

"Please, take me however you want. I just need you, Aus. I need all of you." You groaned, embarrassed by your confession and his digits hitting all the right spots inside you.

Hearing those words from you had him nearly coming in his pants. He throbbed hard and proud. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. Seeing you fall apart under his skillful hands had him high sitting on his throne of power in this moment.

He moaned, and pressed his free hand on your lower stomach, adding to the pressure of his fingers inside of you. "Let's go baby. You want everything I got, hm? I knew I could fuck some sense into that pretty head of yours. I'm gonna make you cum so hard you won't even remember your name." He said all this through gritted teeth, the pace in which he's fingering you and the pressure on your lower stomach increased so deliciously. The sounds of your moans and the obscene noises your juicy pussy was making was the obscene soundtrack to this night of debauchery.

That coil in your stomach tightened. Your entire body was shaking, and you both knew you were on the precipice. All it took was a few more masterful hard thrusts of his fingers brushing against your g-spot to make you come undone.

"Holy shit, Austin! I-I'm..." You couldn't even finish warning your man before you clenched tightly around his long digits. A slew of profanities drained from your mouth, and your wetness coated Austin's fingers thickly.

He sat back on his heels with a smug expression on his face, like he knew he could get you there in record time. The pent up sexual frustration you both felt for each other was astronomical. And you'd be a shell of a woman by the end of the night. You knew damn well Austin was gonna make good on his promise to fuck you to the stratosphere. Already you felt like you were taken on the ride of your life. And this was only round one.

"Fucking incredible." Austin bemused as he watched you come back down to earth, still shivering in the aftermath. He pulled his fingers out from your pussy and watched as the slick from within you seeped out from your needy hole. His hand glistened, and he admired how the slick pulled from his fingers.

He usually would suck his fingers clean of your juices, but tonight he was a different man. Instead he brought them to your lips and tried to force his way through your mouth. "Good girls clean up their messes, isn't that right?" He purred.

You've never tasted yourself on his fingers before, you were taken aback by this side of Austin you've never seen. But a part of you is turned on by the fact that you make him this way. So you oblige him. You part your lips and allow him to dip his fingers in your mouth, wrapping your tongue around his digits and sucking off the wetness.

His brow furrowed at the sight of you sucking his fingers. "Lick it all up, just like that. Now you know what I taste every time I go down on your heavenly made pussy." He moaned thickly. "Don't miss a single precious morsel, babygirl."

Austin was thoroughly enjoying you vacuuming up your nectar from his fingers. It wasn't a taste sensation you were used to at all, but it was erotic all the same. His fingers plunged just a little too far in your mouth, causing you to gag around his fingertips. His lip twitched into a satisfied grin.

"Mm. Such a good little slut for me." He praised hotly. He removed his fingers from your lips when he thought you cleaned them thoroughly. And without warning he wrapped his hand around your throat, clamping down enough to cause your breath to hitch. Your eyes widened in trepidation, and instinctively your small hand tried to wrap around his wrist to gain leverage.

Austin leaned down, his face tantalizingly close to yours, but not close enough. He let his soft lips ghost yours in a feather like touch, never fully giving you what you want. "Before we go any further I want to set the terms. You say you want me to take you any way that I so desire. Well, let's see if you're true to your word. Because trust in this honey...I will take what's mine and leave you gasping for air. You'll be drowning in my cock, pleading to cum. And if you're a good little girl then rest assured I'll take care of you so good you'll be seeing heaven. That's fair, right?" He asked tauntingly.

A strangled moan escaped your lips and your grip on his wrist tightened. Austin fully intends to drag this out and make you his bitch. And tonight, you are. You nodded your head yes as your answer. But that didn't satisfy him enough.

He hummed lowly in his chest, "Are you sure you wanna catch this smoke, darlin? Once you give yourself over to me there's no going back." His words have a double meaning to them. Clearly indicating the unfolding of events in his bed, but also his intentions with you. Once you allow yourself to fold into his world, blending effortlessly your life with his as his woman then there's no walking out. It's the ultimatum you didn't want to be faced with. But the argument from before is fully out of your mind right now. He was right. You knew going into this what you were getting yourself into. Seeing Austin turned all the way up to eleven with his sexual appetite had you weak in the knees. You knew he would never hurt you, even in this sex crazed modality. You both had some things you needed to release. The catharsis it'll bring to be unified with Austin in this way is knocking on your door. And you open it.

"I said I need all of you. So give it to me." You coax lowly. You knew you were poking the fire, but that was all he needed to turn on you at warp speed.

His grip on your throat released. With a force within him that he never knew he had his hands went for the slit in your nightie still on you, but not for long. With a grunt and a flex of his biceps, the silky fabric ripped and melted off of your body like butter. He made it look so easy, and you gasped at his brazen action. Suddenly now you were fully exposed to him, bare breasts and all for the first time tonight. He allowed his eyes to wander down your supple womanly curves, but not for much longer than a few seconds. With a quick determination he flipped you over onto your stomach in one fluid motion.

His large domineering hands claimed your body. One held onto your hip and the other ran down your back, pushing your upper body into the mattress. "Face down, ass up". He commanded hurriedly. "Stay exactly like this, don't fucking move." And so you stayed there, patiently. You felt the bed shift beneath your knees as Austin rose up and stood by the foot of the bed. With shaky hands he removed his denim shirt and unbuttoned his plants. From where you were situated you also heard the familiar noise of a zipper being tugged down. Being in such a vulnerable position, unsure of what Austin had envisioned for your body was frightening. But you signed up for this, and you were gonna take it.

Austin panted as he chucked his pants and boxer briefs off his long legs and tossed them to the side. You were itching to turn around and see him in all his manly glory, but he didn't give you the chance. He was back on you, the bed shifted again under your weight as he knelt behind you. Austin's hands went to your ass, palming the flesh and kneading you in his hands before delivering a smack that rang loudly in your ears.

You jolted forward and hissed from the sting. "Austin!" You whined. Your hands gripped the sheets already. He had you flustered.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." He said sardonically, and he gave you another smack on the other cheek, making you moan. Your ass was red and sore after Austin spanked you good a couple more times, never once stopping to check and see how you were taking the punishment. He could tell by your moans that through the pain you were enjoying the act. And if it wasn't obvious enough, the more he spanked you the wetter they would sound as your slick dripped down your thighs. "God, you're soaking wet for me. Must be ready for this cock, hm?"

"Please..." You whine into the pillow, your ass leans back to try and chase his dick, getting any kind of friction from him. But he puts a halt to that right quick. He's stronger than you, and his hands roam down to the backs of your thighs, gripping them a little too roughly, digging his nails into the soft meaty flesh.

"Easy now, little one. You don't get to decide how I take this pussy. Do I make myself clear?" He asked, delivering a surprising smack to your bare pussy. it wasn't enough to hurt you but the blow was softened by your sticky slick. You groaned at the strange sensation, the sting of his hand reverberated deep within you, causing your clit to throb.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'll be good I promise." You mewled.

Austin hummed delightfully at your obedience. A cocky brow raised. "That's what I like to hear."

Austin waited a little too long before he took his cock in his hand and pushed his red tip past your opening. You both moaned in ecstasy as he sunk his length fully into you. "Like a glove." Austin moaned.

In no time Austin was slamming his cock into you, your tight walls clenching and fluttering around him as he takes what's his. His pace is unrelenting. He's pistoning in and out of your wetness. And all you can do is take the brutal onslaught. "Oh fuck!" You screamed into the pillow.

He threw his head back and growled, totally overcome by you. "Christ, you're always so goddamn tight for me."

He grips onto your hips as he continues to plunge deeply in and out of you. Your ass bounces right in his face and he loves the view. "Look at you, sweetness. Taking me so well. My cockslut. I know you love this dick." He groaned lowly, his husky voice striking the very core of you.

You gush around him at his vulgar words. In the back of your mind you remind yourself that you're his ever devoted slut, so you play into the role. "No other man could ever fuck me like you do." You moaned lustfully.

You felt Austin's cock throb harshly around your fluttering walls, and he growled at your words. "Fucking right, baby. Your pussy was tailor made just for me. And my cock is the perfect fit. Oh, God-" He moaned loudly, his grip around your hip tightening, surely to leave bruises all over your backside by morning. The way you were milking his cock as he brutally fucked you from behind sent him careening over the edge.

Without warning Austin balls your hair into his fist, yanking your head back from the pillows and you gasp for fresh air. You squeal, feeling as if he's toying with you in every possible way. Austin leans down close to your ear. His grip on your hair tightens with calculated control.

"Tell me how much you want me." He snarled in your ear. Austin snaps his hips harder, his cock bruising your cervix deliciously with every deep plunge through your tight wetness. It's so good your mouth hangs open and you furrow your brows, unable to speak or say anything.

Austin reached around and slaps your ass harshly, bringing you out of your stupor and groaning at his hand sinks into the round of your burning ass cheek. "I wanna hear you say it. Use your words." He ordered through gritted teeth.

A long, drawn out moan slipped past your lips as he rammed your g-spot over and over in the way he knows drives you crazy. You shudder and clamp your pussy around his dick, earning you a moan from Austin. You bite your lip. "Fuck, I just wanna be with you and only you. You fuck this pussy so good. It's all yours. Take what you want from me. Use me, make me full of your cum. Please, Aus." You moaned, begging for him.

"Oh I will, baby. I'm gonna pump you full of my load, good and proper. Ruin you for any other man. Mark you as mine. My girl, my best girl. My one and only. Forever and always." He groaned, he meant every word he said too. It wasn't just in the heat of the moment that made him say these things. Through fucking you to pieces his cup for you was overflowing with the strongest love he's ever known.

His thrusts somehow picked up the pace even faster than you ever thought was possible. But Austin was nowhere near close to being finished with you just yet. Just when he let you get used to the frenzied speed of his cock slamming into you, he plants his right foot out on the bed and takes you deeper and harder. His grip on your hair releases, and your head falls back into the pillows as you practically scream hoarsely at how he was taking you.

Suddenly, you can feel a glob of wetness pool around your folds and drip down your clit and your thighs. Austin had collected a mouthful of saliva in his mouth and spit it out between your conjoined bodies, letting it coat his cock. While you were already soaking wet, this just aided him even more in slipping his engorged cock in your swollen cunt. Austin growled at the sight of his glistening cock disappearing into your pussy and back out with more wetness. The sounds of your fucking sounded like the sauciest pot of macaroni.

You turned your head to the side and let out a slew of needy whimpers. "Austin, can I cum please? I'm so close."

It would be pointless to deprive you of your orgasm now after you made such a show of your devotion, and he for you. As he approaches the finish line with you he will grant you your request.

"Mm, you asked so nicely, little one. Get ready to see those pearly gates. You're going straight to Heaven, my angel." His free hand snakes around your body and toys with your clit that's drenched in his spit.

"Oh fuck, Austin! I'm coming!" With a few masterful swirls of his callused fingertips around your red clit, you scream his name as you unravel underneath him. The tidal wave of your orgasm is crushing, and you shake hard as you struggle to maintain the position your in any longer than necessary. And thankfully he's close.

"Oh God, sweetness, i'm gonna cum in that pretty pussy." He bellows with his head thrown back, savoring the feel of your climax wash over his cock. His hips tremble and his thrusts become sloppy. It only takes a couple of sharp plunges into your cunt before he moans your name. Thick ropes of his white seed paint your walls as he comes undone. All of the frustration built up from before was all coming out in droves in your pussy as your body eagerly drank up every ounce of his cum. He had marked you in various ways that you were his, and this was the final act of his show of devotion.

After some time of letting his cock marinate in your intermixed orgasms he pulls out of you and collapses beside you on the bed on his back. You're both totally spent, you don't even have the strength to roll over. All of your limbs feel like they're on pins and needles, and your ass is on fire after the abuse it endured by Austin's hands.

After a few moments of trying to catch your breaths, he turns over on his side to look at you, your face buried in the pillow, shaking.

"You alright, baby?" He asked concerned in a hushed tone. Normal Austin was back, and he was worried he took things a little too far tonight. A soothing hand went to stoke your back as you came down from your high.

So many emotions flooded to the surface. And you just laid there for a moment to soak it in. You've been such a damn fool. Every single pathetic excuse, while some of the concerns you raised might be valid, holds no water. There was no way you were going back home as the same person before you got on that plane to Georgia. Everything had changed.

Perhaps it was the endorphins causing havoc on your brain, but something you never thought you would say this early on left your mouth before you knew what was happening.

"I love you." You said softly, barely above a whisper. it felt like the most natural thing to say. You weren't gonna be stupid and pretend like you don't love this man. He took you to heights that you weren't even aware that you could venture to. And above all, even through all the fighting and the confusion, the man laying next to you now looking like the most beautiful creature to ever be made by God's hands was your one and only. Austin was your other half, regardless of how hard-headed and difficult you wanted to be.

Austin's brow arched quizzically, and his heart raced. He wasn't sure if he heard you right, but surely he couldn't mistake the sound of your first I love you in years. His eyes were bright as the summer sky and clear like crystals. His hand on your back paused, just resting there stunned.

He blinked rapidly and shook his head. Was he hearing things? He had to know. "What did you say?" He asked, he didn't mean for it to come out a little desperate but he was on the verge of having a heart attack.

You heaved one last ragged breath before turning your head out of the pillow and facing him. Your heart leapt out of your chest when you saw him, his flushed red lips were trembling and you could tell he was shaking from nervousness.

It felt like you were saying I love you for the very first time. Never have you felt so vulnerable than in this moment. The expression on his face painted the picture, he was holding on to the hope that you felt the same way for him. Austin had wanted to say it the other day but swallowed down the natural inclination. He was afraid he would lose you all over again. And you nearly walking out on him sent him spiraling down the path of no return. It was unbearable to think of living without you. And you knew after tonight that you clearly felt the same way. As if you even needed any more convincing.

One of your arms sprang back to life, and you reached out your hand to stroke his face, your thumb being prickled by his blonde facial hair. Austin's breath hitched in his throat at your sensual touch. He swears that if he couldn't hold it together that he could probably start crying any second. The anticipation is killing him.

You clear your throat and take a deep breath, looking him square in the eye. "I said, I love you, Austin Butler."

Austin let out a breathy chuckle. He was overjoyed, to put it mildly. And you were giddy all the same. It felt so freeing to finally say those three simple words. He didn't know what to do with himself. He wasn't sure if he should throw you over his shoulder and fuck you against every surface in the house, or break down crying with happiness. Both options sounded good right about now.

"You love me?" He asked honestly, his emotions bubbling to the surface. His big puppy dog eyes broke your heart into a million pieces.

"I do." You said faintly.

Austin leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and gently rubbing his face against your hand. His lips grazed your thumb and placed the smallest of kisses to the pad of your finger. "I fucking love you, Y/N Y/L/N". He was on cloud nine.

You blushed a deep shade of pink and you bit your lower lip, stifling a girlish giggle that wanted to escape. Well, there was definitely no going back now. He was smitten with you and you were the same for him. It felt like two souls coming back together as one, and it felt so right.

A wide, beaming smile spread across his features, and a twinkle in his eye that wasn't there before was suddenly shining so brightly behind his baby blues. He slid over to you and gently rolled you over onto your back, being mindful that he went to town on your body and you were still recovering.

Your legs spread for him instinctively and he settled between them. This felt like the most long awaited homecoming. Austin propped his body weight on either side of your head with his forearms. One of his hands smoothed over the flyaway hairs that were out of place. He was over the moon and glowing. And so were you. Your hands went to stroke his svelte waist.

"Goddamn, she loves me." Austin sighed lustfully, mostly to himself in a manner of which he almost couldn't believe.

You giggled even more as he nuzzled his nose against yours in the cutest eskimo kiss. His lips found their way to yours and you melted into his touch. You both moaned into the kiss longingly. The embers of your love grew deeper by the second, and the two of you probably could have gone another couple of rounds. But Austin pulled away from the kiss and licked his lips, sighing.

"How's about you and I go clean up in the shower, and then we figure out what to do with dinner?" Austin suggested.

You nodded. "I'm pretty sure what we've already got sitting on the stove isn't good anymore. Should we just get takeout?"

Austin passed you a confused look. "Babe. Be serious. Takeout here? What delivery driver is gonna come down here in the middle of nowhere? I live out in the country for a reason, to get away from people." He laughed.

"Okay you're right, I didn't think about that." You chuckled, blushing adorably.

"Besides I love cooking meals with you. We can think of something else to make." Austin pondered.

"Mmm. I don't know about you, but i'm kinda craving breakfast."

"Oh yes, baby. That sounds delicious." He grinned happily, kissing you once more before pulling you by the hands off of the bed. "Come on now, let's clean this mess up. I gotta make sure my babygirl's pussy is in tip top shape." He threw one of your arms around his neck and he lifted you up in his strong arms, cradling you into the bathroom. You both laugh as he whisks you away.

You spend a healthy amount of time under the hot, steamy shower cleaning each other and giggling like school children. This feels like the beginning of the sweet honeymoon stage all over again, and you never want the feeling to end.

After your shower you towel dry your hair and throw it up in a messy bun. Since your nightie was shredded in two, you have to remedy the situation. You think it's only fair that you go into Austin's closet and pull out one of his favorite clothing items, his grey Velvet Underground hoodie. it was perfectly oversized and comfy on your frame, plus you looked sexy in it so he allowed you to steal it this one time.

Austin threw on some grey sweats and a black thermal. He situated his hair by letting it hang limp along his forehead, letting his waves airdry to messy perfection. The two of you make your way downstairs and throw out what was on the stove, making way for a heartly plate of breakfast for dinner.

Through your cooking the pair of you couldn't stop touching each other and invading one another's personal bubble. It just felt like the most tender of reunions. He was wearing this stunning loved on look every time he passed a glance in your direction. And you were sure you looked positively lovestruck as well, you could feel the flush in your cheeks and the excited emotions rise to the surface just being in his company. It was an amazing feeling to know that you could allow yourself to be happy for once in your life. Boston was cold and uninspiring. And I'm sure that even here in the beautiful countryside that Austin grew restless as well. With the two of you reunited it was like the breakup never even happened. No time was lost. The specifics of how you two would logistically work out was something you didn't even think about. That was for another time.

While you were eating your meal of scrambled eggs, toast with jam, and bacon galore you dragged your chair over to Austin's spot across the large dining table, closing the distance for good. And he smiled contently. His hand made permanent residence on your bare thigh, stroking lazy circles on your flesh as you ate to your hearts content.

The two of you would eventually clean up the kitchen and settle on listening to some music in the living room. Record after record of lovey-dovey old-timey songs from years past was spinning on the needle, and the two of you reveled in each others embrace as Austin pulled you in for a slow dance that seemed to never stop - only when necessary to change sides of the record and put on a new one. Your head was nestled on his chest, one of your hands wrapped around his back and your other hand clasped gently with his. Austin lovingly held onto your waist, pulling your frame into his. You two danced for what felt like hours, occasionally murmuring i love you's and delicate kisses passed from his lips to yours. Your hearts fluttered. It was perfection.

The following day you woke up in Austin's arms in bed, naked as per usual. After last night's makeup sex, Austin took his time in properly lavishing your body as he made love to you like a woman deserves to be. And you too gave to him what any man craves from his woman who loves him so passionately.

It wasn't easy to leave his bed on this fateful morning, you wanted to stay there forever. Today was the last day of your trip. And you felt forlorn. It was as if your heartstrings were ripping apart thinking about going back to the chilly Boston city, miles away from your beloved.

You had a booked flight out of Atlanta for 1pm, it was the only one they had available on short notice, so you took it. You had to be back to work and your mundane boring life on the east coast. You took an extra long time to get your clothes on and your things packed. And Austin hung around you like a lost puppy dog. Every chance he got, he'd reach out to touch you in simple ways, like catching the fabric of your skirt between his fingers as you walked by him in the hallway. Or his arm would brush up against yours on purpose. He didn't want you to leave either. Austin made you one last delicious breakfast of your favorite things that he knew you loved. It was bittersweet to sit at the table beside him knowing you'd have to go. The two of you just sat in silence as the noises of your chewing mouths filled the room.

Unfortunately, the time was nearing for your departure. With your suitcase in tow Austin walks you out onto the porch. He leans against the doorframe like he did the first time you saw him only 3 days ago. With a lump in your throat, you place your bag down on the ground and wrap your arms around him, hugging him close. You commit to memory every little detail about him - what he smelled like, what his facial hair felt like against your face, and the warmth of his arms as he held you to his warm body. And he jotted down things in his mind as well about you. He clung onto your waist tightly, cherishing this moment before the sweet sorrow of his girl gone and out of his embrace became too real to bare.

You pulled back a little and looked him over from head to toe. One thing you wanted to remember was his handsome face that you know you'll long for every day. His azure eyes were glassy, and one solitary tear spilled from the red rims. You pouted seeing him get emotional, and held his face in your hands. Your thumb brushed away the fallen salty tear.

"Never forget that I love you, Austin." You say softly with tears in your eyes too.

He sighed. "Oh believe me, I won't. I'll be thinking about these last few days spent with you here until I can hold you again." His hands cupped your face as he brought you in for one last passionate kiss that was overflowing with love, vulnerability, hope, desperation, all of it. You both wanted this to last, and you relished in the sensation of his plush velvet mouth on yours.

After sometime you both reluctantly pull away, panting. You let a tear run down your face, unable to keep it together anymore. Austin kissed your forehead delicately, wiping them away. "I love you to the moon and back."

You nodded and smiled, sniffling your tears away and swallowing your sadness. Your let your hands linger on his chest as you ran them slowly up to his shoulders and down both arms before tangling your fingers with his.

You pulled him away from the door and with one hand you grabbed your bag. While still holding hands with Austin with the other, he walks you over to your car parked on the side of the house. He helps you by taking your bag and placing it in the trunk before he opens the drivers side door and ushers you in with his hand, helping you into the vehicle.

You close the door and roll the window down so you can kiss him one final time. The lingering taste of orange juice from breakfast and the saltiness of both your tears is oddly comforting. You breathe in him, and he makes sure to let your floral perfume walk around in his mind for as long as he can. With a wet pop he releases your rosy lips. A warm smile spread across his face as he looked you over once more.

"I'll be seeing you." Austin spoke assuredly.

You smiled too, and nodded. "Yeah." You put the key in the ignition and turn, starting the engine. You put the gear shifter in drive and before you put your foot on the gas you blew him one last kiss.

Austin watched as you drove off with a heavy heart. He brought the pads of his fingers to his lips and blew you a farewell kiss back as you looked into the rearview mirror on your way out to get one more glance at your man. He placed his hand over his aching chest, missing you already and you weren't even gone.

This was not the end though, not even far from it.

You've only just begun.

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[dreaminpetals]

could i request hcs for naib and Jjseph reacting to their gn s/o coming back from a match severely wounded? like broken bones or having been left to bleed out (i saw someone hc that bleeding out feels like actually dying and someone else hc that the surv is left in a comatose state while they recover from exsanguination and i RAN with it)

🔪 naib and joseph react to mortally wounded s/o . . . 🎞

tw: emetophobia and blood

NAIB SUBEDAR ;;

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♡ jack had left you to bleed out after being rescued. he chased martha all the way across moonlit while you writhed in pain inches away from the rocket chair. it was so excruciating that you considered chairing yourself so you could seek medical help immediately, but your legs were broken. you couldn't move an inch.

♡ once you finally went comatose, you faded back to the manor and martha hopped into the dungeon, panicking when she saw the blood pooling below you.

♡ his foggy blades had ripped through everything you had and you weren't looking good. you were rushed to the emergency wing where emily tended to you. the doctor was thankful you were comatose, because if you were conscious the disinfectants she used were so strong you would have let out screams of agony that she could never forget.

♡ naib burst through the doors the moment he heard of your condition. he kicked a hole in the wall when he saw how many machines you were hooked up to.

♡ had he been there, he never would have let this happen. martha is young, inexperienced. she wouldn't have been willing to sacrifice herself for you either. naib would have broken all of his bones himself if it could save you from simply bruising one.

♡ the usually stoic naib was wracked with grief, hiccuping back sobs and clinging to your bandaged frame. emily's heart broke as she heard him mutter "don't go, please baby don't leave me," whenever your breathing would spike.

♡ naib is furious with himself and with everyone who let this happen to you. his fists shake his rage and he nearly bites the head off anyone who tries to speak to him.

♡ none of the other survivors can console him. when he does leave your room, his actions are frantic and his interactions with others are limited. naib has complete hope that you'll wake up and he doesn't want to miss it. also, as much as he doesn't want to admit, he wants to be the first thing you see when you rise.

♡ the doctor and mercenary grew quite close over their shared anguish for you. naib would take your vitals as you slept and help flush out your IVs when necessary. he has some experience with tending to wounded soldiers so he knows all about the proper procedures for you.

♡ however, he's never seen something like exsanguination before. he can't bear to see you be drained. naib has seen plenty of disturbing and life altering sights but he needs to step out of the room when his lover is undergoing such a process. it would traumatize him more than your status already has.

♡ he cries himself to sleep every night. the thought of losing you claws the breaths out of his throat. he pulls up a bed beside yours and stays stationed there all night, only leaving when necessary.

♡ your steady breaths in the dead of the night help to ease his nerves but he can't stay asleep for too long in case that breathing stops and he isn't able to save you again.

♡ on the day you're scheduled to wake up, naib prepares a feast and a bouquet for you. you receive several bouquets from your friends, but naib consulted emma for the best, most romantic flowers to choose.

♡ your eyes flutter open to the sight of naib jogging towards you, eyes as wide as saucers as his fingers run through his hair in disbelief. so overjoyed he can't form a single word. he peppers you with kisses and his hot tears drip onto your cheeks.

♡ the bags under his eyes are a sign that naib hasn't been boding well with your affliction. pull him into your chest, mindful of any tubes you may still be connected to, and let him rest there. speak every once in a while or card your fingers through his chestnut hair stained with sweat so he knows that you're still with him.

♡ when he wakes up to you smiling down at him, he knows things will be okay. of course he'll be extra protective of you, but this has taught him that you won't go down without a fight. it's a tad reassuring for the mercenary.

♡ once you're able to walk and fight again, naib never lets you play against jack again for good measure, and he never leaves your side during matches. it doesn't matter how many rescuers the team has, naib is staying. and he's not letting you out of his reach, never again.

JOSEPH DESAULNIERS ;;

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♡ joseph knows what courting a survivor entails. you're going to be hurt by the people he lives with and there's nothing he can do about it. he warns everyone to be gentle with his s/o, but the photographer's words fall to deaf ears during grisly rank matches.

♡ this match was one of those. one where zero survivors made it past the exit gate and the feaster was left to triumph over his four victims.

♡ you had been left to bleed out after reaching your self heal limit. hastur's mighty tentacle whipped you stronger than usual, breaking your ribs and leaving you wheezing for air. the red waves of pain that pulsed through your body with every breath left you a bawling puddle on the ground, curling into a fetal position as you silently pleaded to a god that wasn't listening for the last kiter to be chaired already.

♡ mike was finally stuffed into a chair and flown back to the manor while you oozed into the ground and landed on the cold tiled floor of the manor with a thud. he gasped when he saw your condition and alerted emily right away.

♡ laying in the hospital bed, joseph teleported into the room with knitted brows and a green tint to his complexion. the sheen of bile on his chin told you he had thrown up before arriving.

♡ your approaching lover, screaming as he saw your eyes close, was the last thing you witnessed before passing out for days.

♡ as far as joseph knew, you were dead.

♡ for the second time in his life, he lost the most important person to him. he shrieked and whimpered out sobs that chilled emily to the bone. she had to explain right away that you were alive, only comatose, and you were expected to make it through.

♡ the photographer didn't believe her. he saw the bones sticking out of your torso and the blood staining your shirt, he wasn't blind. his lover was dead.

♡ emily had to politely usher him out of the room as she and aesop went to work on your body, draining the blood to restore you to your former glory. this has happened to survivors before and you were no exception.

♡ as they operated on you, joseph struggled to walk back to your room. he clung to the walls and tables lining the hallways of the manor but nothing could propel his legs to move. they felt like bricks, chaining him down to the cold tiles you collapsed on upon your doomed arrival.

♡ there isn't a shred of hope inside of joseph's body. he isn't an optimistic person, especially not when he saw his darling draw their final, ragged breath. you had the death rattle. the same rattle claude had in his final moments.

♡ he saw aesop approach your hospital room. joseph took this as a sign of your departure, when it really was emily asking for a second hand to improve your chances of survival. all the critical thinking skills leave joseph's body when you're in any sort of danger.

♡ for days he laid in your bed back in your bedroom and slept with your clothes until your scent drifted away, replaced with his musty one from not bathing. he didn't want to wash you off of him. there was a small fleck of your blood on his sleeve that he would cherish forever as a memento of you.

♡ just as he became obsessed with capturing people after claude's death, joseph was itching to claim some lives due to yours. firstly he was going to snap a picture of the barbaric feaster who dared to steal his love away from him, then the survivors in the match with you who could have saved you.

♡ his final photograph was going to be your gorgeous corpse so you could truly be preserved forever.

♡ dragging his camera equipment down the halls, he was promptly stopped by emily calling his name. she told him to come to the hospital wing to visit you.

♡ he was appalled that the doctor would dare to ask him to look at his dead lover while he was busy avenging them. joseph was moments away from trapping her in his camera world for all of eternity, pinning the woman down and reaching for his film, when she exclaimed that you were awake.

♡ he gripped his lens so hard it shattered and cut his hands.

♡ with a snap of his fingers, joseph teleported back to your bedside where you were eating a plain cheese sandwich, a bit groggy with a bedhead but awake.

♡ he thought he was hallucinating.

♡ but he wasn't.

♡ you perked up where you sat and he dashed into your arms, deep cries rumbling from his chest as his tears stained your gown. his nose was dripping with snot and he had an almost vacant stare on his face as he scanned your features. feeling down your body, his hands ghosted against some bloodstained bandages wrapped tightly against your torso. he could feel your heartbeat thrum beneath his fingertips. you were okay.

♡ you were okay.

♡ you were okay.

♡ joseph proposed to you and promised to murder any hunter who hurts you again. they all listen to him.

♡ though joseph's possessiveness and obsessiveness over you grew tenfold, you were never going to be hurt again and the thought lulled him to sleep every night as you snored in his arms. he was going to protect this innocent bundle sleeping with him until he drew his last breath.

#THAT HC ABT BLEEDING OUT... OUCH #naib subedar x reader #joseph desaulniers x reader #joseph desaulniers #naib subedar #idv x reader #identity v imagines

[ronnieiswriting]

BY DORNE PART 3

F!reader x Oberyn Martell No descriptive terms for reader, no use of y/n, EXPLICIT, ongoing

Part 1 Part 2

Important: set WELL before the events in Game of Thrones/ Book one of ASOIAF- King Aerys Targaryen is on the throne, Elia Martell is alive, Ellaria Sand is not in the picture (yet?) and Oberyn doesn’t have any daughters yet. As for the universe this is set in, Each major house (Starks, Tyrells, Arryns, Martells etc) are the families that run each region of Westeros but with a 70s backdrop instead of a high fantasy one.

The reader is Oberyn’s favourite arm piece- one he brings to lots of events. He’s known as the hungriest of all the Martells and he likes to prove that to anyone who might question that, therefore, its no secret that Oberyn has had a number of partners and sometimes multiple at once, men and women. Insatiable appetite aside, Oberyn hasn’t enjoyed spoiling any girl as much as he does you, and he’s set on keeping you around for as long as you can keep up with him.

TAGS!!: female masturbation (descriptions, references, partner watches), subtle power play, 70s circle beds, crotchless romper, lots of praise, implied oral f receiving, other sex acts implied/ referenced, feelings, a little bit of angst at the end. ENJOY (if I missed any tags pls let me know!!)

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

If you had expected any other words to be the first from your lover’s mouth the second he found you- after almost two months apart- you would've been disappointed. The first thing he had done, however, was pull you to him eagerly and greet your starved lips with a searing kiss. When you had separated only for the necessity of air, Oberyn had started remapping your body with his hands as if he had forgotten it in his absence.

You hummed against him, arms circling around his neck where his dark curls brushed against your skin. It had gotten longer since he had been away- you wondered if he planned to get it cut soon. “I missed you.” you told him, drawing in a breath of his cologne.

Oberyn groaned. “Honey, did you touch yourself?” His hands climbed up further, thumbs brushing against the sides of your breasts.

You nodded. “Of course I did. I missed every bit of you with every part of me.”

His brow creased in response. The world forgotten, Oberyn led you in the direction of his room. “How many times.”

You weren’t oblivious to the power you had over the man currently attacking your neck with desperate lips, and you couldn’t deny its effect on you- his effect on you- a welcome kind of intoxication. You gave him an answer, “I lost count.”

He nodded against you, lips dragging and stubble catching across your skin when he looked away to fumble with door handles. After he cursed them for sticking, he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You’ll forget all about your fingers when I’m done with you.”

When he finally got the double doors open it was you that pulled him inside, slamming one shut again by shoving his back against it and the other with a kick.

He looked at you differently then- still like an animal of course- for you had never known the hunger running deep in his pitch black eyes to ebb its flow. But this look came when you would reach out and touch the power you had. And nothing needed to be said, no words to acknowledge the truth- the way Oberyn looked at you let you know exactly how he felt about you seizing power.

The hardening length of him pressing against the inside of your thigh also got the message across without spoken language.

You leaned into the sensation and ran a hand up his chest, along the thick chain of his heirloom necklace. Dropping your voice only slightly, you said “Why don’t I show you?”

Oberyn was leaning forward so far on the vanity stool that you were almost sure he’d fall off it and get a mouthful of the brightly coloured shag rug that covered one side of the room. He watched intently as you draped yourself over his circle bed, pulling back the sheer curtain on your way in a manner you hoped was seductive.

Since you knew Oberyn was coming back that day, you’d made a point to wear one of his favourite pieces- a slinky, lace romper with only a few skimpy panels of silk. Though, what he liked about it most (other than the way it barely brushed the tops of your thighs- and the fact that it was sinfully crotchless) was the colour; not the typical warm orange or bright yellow that the Martell’s so famously covered everything in. You were like a beacon in the room as soon as you took off the earth-toned dress you were wearing, capturing the man before you as he drank in the sight of the romper- rich, royal purple.

He had muttered something that sounded remarkably like an old Dornish verse at the garment, swallowed, and restrained himself to the seat where he adjusted himself shamelessly.

Once you had gotten situated against the pile of velvet cushions set up against the arched bedhead, you stretched for effect, reaching high so he’d get a good view of the way your pert nipples peaked against the fabric. Seeking the rush from his response, you looked at him through your lashes and let out the faintest of moans.

His full lips tugged up at that, edging impossibly closer to the foot of the bed. You found yourself wondering how he would look kneeling for you… another time, you thought.

When he smiled fully, you were unable to resist mirroring it. “Go on, baby.” he said, voice strained with admiration. “Show me how you missed me.”

You obliged him, edging a hand down between your legs that you parted wide for your man to see. When you reached your uncovered sex, your eyes locked onto Oberyn’s as you spread yourself open with your fingers and felt the wetness that had began to gather there. It started slowly, your digits easing the anticipation into a low pressure that made your entire body relax further into the plushness of the bed.

He praised the sight, “That’s it, honey.” and you agreed with a lazy hum.

For a few minutes, you were content with the languid pace at which you teased yourself, running fingers up and down your slit and coating your lips with your arousal. Sufficient pressure built, you tilted your hips towards him and pulled one fingertip over your clit. The pleasure was instantaneous but you resisted throwing your head back in favour of maintaining eye contact with the man at the end of the bed. You noticed that he had scooted the chair forward and contorted himself to be eye-level with your cunt, elbows on his knees, one thumb tracing his bottom lip as he drank you in. He began to compliment you again, “Sweet honey, you look so-” but you cut him off when you moaned his name- circling the bud again to the sound of his voice catching. Before you could hold back the flutter of your eyes at the sensation, you saw the devilish smirk that took to Oberyn’s lips. He repeated the sentiment slower this time and complete, matching each word to the tempo of your fingers, “Sweet, sweet honey. You look so fucking gorgeous.”

It was then that you were suddenly, painfully aware that the man who was so good at pleasing you was so close to you and yet wasn’t touching you- not his hands nor his lips or his cock. His tender words were nowhere near your ear and they weren’t kissed into your skin- it was as if he had become the presence you imagined when he was away. And while the both of you were so clearly enjoying the dynamic, it was an intense thing to act out what you had done to imitate his affections in front of him. There was a rush to it- something exciting about showing him how you could superficially replace him- and the powerful feeling you got out of it easily outweighed the frustration of not having him between your legs right then.

Oberyn seemed to enjoy it as much as you did. You coaxed yourself closer to release with one digit slipping just inside every few swipes. You could hear him through it, his voice harmonising with each breathy moan from you and it sounded like he was repeating phrases- thanking the gods for what he was witnessing, cursing himself for not coming back sooner, praising you, encouraging you- and you could tell he was dying to touch himself.

Though you had intended to watch him the whole time, your eyes kept rolling with the effort to chase a climax. Looking at him again, you could’ve pounced on him- he had shifted upright and was working idly at the buttons on his shirt, never taking his eyes off you. He noticed the way your attention drew to the tent in his pants because you showed your appreciation by wetting your lips and arching your back, fingers never stopping.

You moaned his name again and he chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to touch myself. To think I’d come in my hand when your pussy is right in front of me- now that would be an insult.”

You replied without thinking, “You don’t have to come- you--” you paused to squirm, finding a better angle, “You could just stroke yourself a bit?” You were offering him the chance to even the dominance, maybe even take all of it. You’d let him.

It was a vain effort and a suggestion he refused entirely. “If I’m going to make you forget about your fingers- I need to see what they can do, right? I need to know what I’m up against.” He returned to his previous position, chain swinging heavily into his bare chest, hands locked together on his knees and gaze set on your dripping centre. “Don’t let up, sweetness, okay.”

His words encouraged you to go faster still and you moaned louder. When you started to thrust two fingers inside yourself everything felt enhanced. Your feet slid against the sheet as you struggled to ground yourself through the rapidly increasing intensity and your gasping breath turned into a string of words, “Gods, Oberyn- I missed you so much.” and “Did this every night- in every room.” A feat you exaggerated a little- Oberyn’s mansion was a relatively small building next to the Martell manor but it couldn’t be called humble. Your whole body started to burn when you told him how you missed his cock.

He didn’t hesitate to rouse you further, telling you how much he missed you- namely, “Your sweet cunt…” You lost sight of him when your head finally fell completely back into the mass of pillows but his voice rang equally insistent and lustful. “You’re my best girl, honey.” he said as you continued to tightly swirl your clit. “My sweet lover- that’s it, baby- so good for me.”

Tantalizingly close now, you reached under the romper to flick your nipples, squeezing because you desperately craved the same level of stimulation he’d so often saturate you with. Chasing that feeling further, you tried to hit your clit with the thumb of the same hand you fucked yourself on but you couldn’t.

For a second you almost gave up and asked him to help you come- add a finger- anything. But he got you there before you could even get out a word or a pleading moan. Oberyn’s praises came again and he practically begged you to come for him. “Come for me so I can make you come again and again. Let me prove that I missed you... Come so I can fuck you so good you forget the entire world--”

Your climax came out with a choked sob and in a white hot flash that drained all the feelings in your body. All of you went limp but your chest heaved in the air. The bliss was incredible and well-earned but there was so much more to be had.

With the little energy you could muster, you beckoned to him with the same fingers you pulled from yourself. They were still glossy with your slick but barely had the chance to cool in the air as Oberyn’s lips quickly latched around your fingers. His tongue swirled to devour your spend and hungry hands roamed over your tired thighs that trembled in the aftershock.

Kissing your knuckles once he had licked you clean, he moved the same hand to the crown of his head and encouraged you to grab hold. He gave your other hand the same treatment before he moved his lips over your thighs, massaging the tension from them with the pads of his fingers. “My turn.” he mumbled into your skin.

By the time Oberyn had proved himself better than your fingers, the sky was beginning to turn purple with dawn. When he had found you that day it had been just after 10pm.

Somehow, though, whether due to miraculous pacing or because neither of you had so recently exerted yourselves, you and Oberyn were still wide awake. He emerged from between your thighs again- this time without a heavy pant or a shiny chin- with a washcloth in his hand. Coming up to sit back fully on his knees, he unashamedly looked you over.

The purple romper had been folded down around your waist and you were sure one of the straps were broken from the force it had been yanked down with. He smirked proudly at the number of hickies he had left all over your skin as many of them would be seen regardless of what you wore. “You look good.” he said.

Oberyn was quite a sight himself. When he removed himself from the bed to return the cloth to his ensuite, you admired the way his skin gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat. His hair stuck out in every direction and before he disappeared behind the doorway, he rolled his shoulders and neck with a happy groan. You called out to him, “You make me look good.” Then, put off by the feeling of the lace against you, you kicked off the romper fully and stretched back out on the bed.

He replied, “I don’t agree with a single word of that, baby.”

When he came back into the room, you couldn’t help but admire the almost comical way in which he had shrugged on his favorite robe but not bothered with affording himself any more modesty in it than he had completely naked. You took the opportunity to ogle him openly, proud of the marks you had left on him and he wasted little time in crossing the room again to rejoin you on the bed. When he had gotten comfortable situated between your legs, this time on his back, with his head resting on your stomach and arms slung over your thighs, Oberyn looked up at you fondly. “I do think I proved myself though.”

“To who?”

That smug smile returned, “Well, to you.” Then he looked to think on it for a moment, pondering as his fingers drew half-thought images across the skin of your thigh. “Proved that I’m still good enough for you.”

You didn’t even bother to hold back from rolling your eyes. “You know that’s ridiculous, Oberyn.”

Oberyn nodded, warm eyes drooping before closing softly. “Mmhmm” he hummed.

It settled like that for a while. You stroked his hair, drawing more relaxed hums from him while a question started bubbling up in your mind.

You pushed it aside for a different one, “Why don’t we do something tomorrow?”

“Can’t, I’m afraid.” He sighed, “Doran wants me to come in first thing to review some clause in the trade documents with Lys- something about a weird shipment- it's all very complicated really. I’m sure he’ll find a way to keep me there longer too and spring more papers on me or something.” When he finished the silence started to sting. “I’m sorry, honey. You know I’d love to-”

You refused to let him get to the “but” in that sentence, “It’s okay--really! I mean we just did a lot… Maybe later in the week?”

Oberyn kissed your hand. He was visibly relieved of the tension diffusing between you.“You got it, honey.”

Oberyn left about an hour later, giving you a tender kiss on the forehead and the promise of “soon”. The warm spot beside you and the marks on you were the only tangible signs that Oberyn had even been there at all and you lamented the fact that they too would be quick to flee as the rest of him had.

You hated to pout but it was easy when your lover had barely spent a day with you before being snatched away again by something more important. Important, demanding or serious -any similar word- was more so because you were relatively less. You- unlike business or politics or events- could wait on his bed all day and night for his return.

Ultimatums weren’t known to be answered romantically every time. And you swore to yourself that you’d never force him to choose. Nevertheless, the seed of doubt had been planted and the casualness of your relationship with Oberyn nurtured it against your better judgement.

You stewed over these thoughts long into the morning, staring up at the canopy butt-naked.

He had told you something before he left for King’s Landing two months ago that you remembered suddenly. “... you are the reason I am going to rush back to Dorne.”, the unspoken idea there being that he would value your company above the general comfort of familiarity. You had almost told him then how you felt about him, but a nagging feeling had told you to hold it in and now you had to suffer under the weight of more doubts and insecurities.

Maybe if you had, he would have been able to clear up half of the doubts you were festering over- maybe he would have said he loved you too. It was a selfish thought but irresistible all the same and you were too quickly lulled into indulging in it.

#oberyn martell #prince oberyn #prince of dorne #oberyn au #oberyn nymeros martell #oberyn x reader #oberyn x you #oberyn fanfic #pedro pascal #game of thrones au #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones #asoiaf #modern!oberyn #ronnie's actual writing #ronnie's aus

[weakzen]

“…Mason?”

She mutters his name to herself, quiet and croaked, but he calls back a response anyway as he shakes out the umbrella on the walkway.

“Who else?”

Her voice raises. “You forget something?”

“No.” Scoffing, he steps inside and kicks the door shut behind himself. “I got you coffee.”

A surprised uptick in heartbeat is the only response, followed by the shift of blankets, dip of mattress, while he slips off his boots and finally tosses that stupid fucking thing to dry on the rug, not even bothering to close it. Alex shuffles down the hallway, wiping sleep from her eyes, bedhead somehow frizzed up worse than when he left.

As she approaches, he sets the drink on the kitchen counter, but all she does is look at it, blinking like she's never seen one before.

“And this,” he adds, then pulls the sandwich out of his jacket. He flips the bag upside-down to dump it out, where it plops on the counter with a crinkling thunk.

Alex stares at it for a moment, eyes darting to his only briefly before dropping back to the sandwich in silence.

Mason shifts slightly, arms coming up to fold around his chest.

Not sure what kind of reaction he wanted, but any would have been nice. Something more than suspicion anyway, if that's even right. He can't tell. Hard to read her sometimes—often, actually. More often than he'd like, trying to peer deeper into her and seeing nothing despite knowing something's there. Parts of her, large fucking parts, are just too quiet and still, flat and glassy smooth, like an alpine lake at dawn and, even with his hypersenses, all he can fucking see is a gorgeous sunrise on the surface, beautiful colors rioting against a backdrop of faded stars, his own reflection staring back up in silhouette, and not one fucking glimpse of all the things hiding untouched below in darkness.

The wrapper crinkles when Alex finally reaches over to peel it open, releasing a steamy reek of grease and fermented dairy that makes his lip curl as he instinctively leans back. Yellow oozes out too, slimy rivulets dripping down the sides of the sandwich in a way that would be completely fucking revolting, if not for how she looks at it then, with a gleam in her eye.

A little smile that ghosts the edge of her mouth.

“Fried egg, huh?” She lifts the corner of the sandwich. “With greens, tomato, peppers and onion, cheese and… hot sauce. Wow.”

She breathes out a soft chuckle and drops the bread, glancing up at him right as that smile starts to pull free across her lips.

“Looks fucking great, sunshine. Exactly what I wanted.”

“Good, 'cause it smells like shit.” He crumples the paper bag and tosses it into the bin by the fridge. “Enjoy it anyway, sweetheart.”

Alex laughs, quiet and low, but it still blankets him in warmth, filling his chest with a swell of pride and that odd excitement.

And maybe the fucking stink that's gonna linger in his jacket was worth it, just a little.

Just to have heard that sound.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc m #twc mason #mason x detective #mason #the detective #wip #alex/mason #alexandra black

[writemekpop]

Play The Game | Byun Baekhyun

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: You’re at Baekhyun’s fanmeet, and all you want to do is play the the Pepero game with him. What happens when he says yes?  

Word Count: 0.7k

You had been in the queue at Baekhyun’s fan meet for hours, but it was worth it – because you had a special plan. If you could pull it off, you would go down in history.

As you walk up to the table where Baekhyun is sitting, your legs are shaking so much that you can barely walk. You hear a girl behind you scream madly, “BAEKHYUN!” and he looks up, smirking with pure satisfaction. The cheers only get more deafening.

You gulp and take the final step to his table. Your heart is pounding so loud that it drowns out the cheers. Baekhyun’s skin glows gold in the daylight, his hair gelled into a gorgeous bedhead look.

Baekhyun gazes straight into your eyes, smiling like you’re the only one there. You almost forget everything that you had planned.

“Um…will you play the Pepero game with me?” you ask, voice trembling.

Baekhyun’s lips curl up in a half smile as if he’s considering whether you’re serious. Leaning forward and covering his mouth with his hand so only you can see his lips, he says, “Bring it on.”

Your mouth drops open in surprise. You never expected him to say yes.

You take the Pepero box out of your bag, still in disbelief. Your hands are shaking so much that it takes a good ten seconds to get the box open. While you struggle, Baekhyun sits back in his chair with a sly grin, as if waiting for you to run away.

Eventually, there’s nothing left to do but play game.

You lift the chocolate-covered stick to your lip gloss-coated lips and lean forward. Baekhyun’s eyes sear into yours, never once faltering. There is no awkwardness in his expression, a slight raising of his lips the only hint of amusement.

The cheers grow as the other fans realise what’s happening. Baekhyun’s bodyguard is striding angrily towards the two of you, but he doesn’t even seem to notice.

You put your hands on the table to support you as you lean forwards. Your fingers brush against Baekhyun’s, and a jolt of electricity surges from your fingers through your body.

Baekhyun envelops the other end of the stick with his lips, still not breaking eye contact.

You hear crazed screams behind you, drowning out all other sounds. The urge to look away is so strong that you nearly give in. You see Baekhyun’s gaze drop down to your lips. His face is so close that you can feel his breath warming yours.

You take a tiny bite from your end, trembling with nervous excitement, as the stick gets shorter, closing the gap between your lips. Baekhyun does the same, his face getting so close that you almost flinch in surprise.

You feel the stick slipping out of your mouth, and instinctively bite again. Suddenly it’s a race to keep the chocolate in your mouths, the length disappearing with dizzying speed.

The stick is almost gone, and as you lean further to catch the last bite, your lips touch Baekhyun’s. A spark of energy burns at your lips, and you squeak in surprise.

You watch him eat the last of the Pepero stick, but you don’t care that you lost the game.

As you stand up straight, it’s like you’re in a dream. Baekhyun signs your album and gives it back to you, but you’re too dazed to see what was written on it. All you can see is the shiny patch of your lip gloss that is now on Baekhyun’s soft upper lip.

As you stumble off the stage, you don’t even notice the jealous glares from other fans. All you can think about is the feeling of his lips on yours, so shockingly sweet that you know you’ll never forget it.

As you exit the arena, you glance down at your signed album. You gasp when you see what’s written on it.

There is Baekhyun’s elegant signature, more familiar to you than your own.

And beneath it, in scrawled handwriting:

0748475783 - call me? xxx

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[blue-bird-kny]

Belated Birthday Special!🥳

Only I would be late to my own birthday special lol, BUT my birthday was yesterday and I planned to post this self-indulgent gift with some of my fav characters for both myself and you all so here it is! Please enjoy this little birthday gift (Even if your birthday is far away)!~Amanda

Warning: This one had a bit of everything; Slight NSFW, tons fluff, and a dash of Angst.

(2.2K+ words)

Muichiro:

Your eyes fluttered open, mind still groggy with sleep while the sun's rays peaked passed the horizon outside. Absentmindedly, your fingers crawled to the opposite side of the bed looking for the warmth of your boyfriend. “What the hell..?” the bed was empty on the other side, the sheets already cold. Your brows furrowed as your bleary eyes scanned the room, there was zero trace of your boyfriend. “Muichiro is never up before me…” you muttered before noticing a small piece of parchment paper torn on his bedside table.

‘I’ll be back later’

A dry laugh escaped your lips, “What else was I expecting?” you groaned  “Today will be just like last year” you pushed yourself out of bed dreading the rest of the day.

The day dragged on without a word from your boyfriend. Every once in a while you’d receive a merry “Happy Birthday” from your friends. You appreciated it, but every time you heard those two words your chest tightened a bit more. “He’s forgotten every year so get over it!” you reminded yourself. Three birthdays have passed since you started dating Muichiro and each year was the same. Every year you grew more hopeful, sure that that was going to be the year things would change, but to know avail.

“I’m home” you called as you kicked off your shoes. Off in another room, you could hear the sound of someone frantically moving objects. “Muichiro?” you warily called, inching closer to the noise while gripping the hilt of your blade. Your breath hitched and your eyes welled with tears, “Oh Muichrio”

Muichiro stood awkwardly with his long tresses tied back in a loose bun (a look you adored), clutching a bouquet of daffodils. “Here” he thrust the flowers into your trembling fingers. Suddenly, you wrapped him in a tight embrace. You spent some time tucked into each other, Muichiro rubbing soothing circles into your back. “I thought you forgot” you cried pulling away, you couldn’t help but play with the strands of hair that weren’t pulled back. He smiled guiltily, “I didn’t say anything since I wanted it to be a surprise”

Truthfully, Muichiro felt awful about always forgetting your special day. Once the seasons changed, he reminded himself everyday of your birthday, a constant countdown he never allowed himself to ignore or forget. He was scared; he didn’t want you to give  up on him, but it wasn’t fair that you always had to be the one waiting to see if he remembered something important.

“This is also for you” Muichiro looked away bashfully, handing over a gold box. Carefully, you opened the lid “It’s gorgeous” you marveled, delicately tracing the unique pattern of the sapphire stones. “I’m sorry if I ruined our day by ignoring you, I wanted to make sure I had everything to make things perfect” he faced the floor while he spoke. You brought his face towards your, hovering just by his lips. “Muichiro you could never ruin today, you only make things better” you passionately kissed his smooth lips, ingraining this moment to memory. 

Muichiro isn’t perfect, but there isn’t a single other person you’d want to spend the rest of your life with.

Rengoku:

You sprung out of bed before the sun even breathed its first breath of the day, beaming as you stretched the grogginess away. The snores of your spirited boyfriend rumbled beside you, his slumped form invading the space you once occupied. It took everything in your power to not laugh at Rengoku’s overgrown form sprawled out, his limbs bent in directions that could not possibly be comfortable.

You spent the early hours quietly finishing the house chores; Rengoku had been so busy lately that you’d feel awful waking him up even if it was your birthday. All you wanted was to spend the day alone with your beloved, making up for all the conversations, hugs, and kisses you two had missed with his busy schedule. Just as you finished washing last night's dishes, a pair of muscular arms coiled around your waist, his face buried into the crook of your neck. “Princess why are you up so early?” god his morning voice would be the death of you, “Figured I’d let you sleep a little” you whispered.

Rengoku hummed, the vibration of his voice shaking you to your core. His unruly bedhead tickled your skin as he trailed his nose along the length of your neck, his plush lips ghosting over your skin “Rengoku we haven't even had breakfast” your voice was unsteady, warmth already spreading throughout your body at his small ministrations. “I can think of something I wanna eat” he teased, nipping at your earlobe with just enough pressure to have you holding your breath.

Your body was flipped against the counter, Rengoku wasted no time spreading your legs to nuzzle his thick thigh between them. His eyes were wild, fully aware of the effect he was having on you, it only fueled his lust. “Princess it's your day, let me show you how much I love you” he ground your clothed mound against his thigh, just brushing that special spot inside you. You mewled lightly, your body tensing at the sensation. “Bed or couch?” you asked breathlessly. His chuckled deep, a devilish smirk matching the glint in his eyes as he reached for the hem of your shirt

“Why not both? Beside, I thought we could  start right here”

Inosuke: 

“Why is Y/n out with that tall freak again?” Inosuke grumbled for the third time, pouting childishly on the floor with his arms crossed. “It’s Y/n’s birthday and we are throwing a surprise party” Tanjiro reminded, carrying the cake he had learned to bake from his mother, “Don’t be rude to Uzui-san either, we had to beg him to take Y/n with him on his mission so that we could do all this”.

You’d been gone since yesterday morning and the idea that you’d spent the night near another man made Inosuke’s skin crawl. Clingy wasn’t exactly what you’d call Inosuke, but possessive? When that switch was flipped he became full of jealousy. “Maybe Y/n-chan spent the night wrapped in his huge arms, I’m sure she’d like that for her birthday” Zenistu taunted Inosuke as he put up decorations. “Shut it, Achoo!” Inosuke pelted a rock, hitting the poor boy square in the forehead. “That's not even close to my name” Zenitsu cried, rubbing the sore spot on his face that was sure to swell.

Truthfully Inosuke didn’t know how to handle your birthday; he’s never celebrated one of his own so he was super misinformed on the whole situation. Tanjiro had to explain it to him and still he didn’t know what gift to get you or how to act.

Night had already fallen when you returned home, you stood outside thanking the Hashira, still unaware of the party waiting inside, “Thank you Uzui-san for asking me to come with you, I learned a lot”. Uzui grinned while picking you up high off the ground in a bone crushing hug, “Don’t worry about it Y/n! Your a dear to have around, I’d have to ask you to come along again soon” “I’d be more than welcome to it”

Inosuke, who had refused to go inside with the others for your ‘protection’, jumped at the familiar sound of your voice-- he’d never say it aloud but he missed you. He froze when he spotted you being held by Uzui, fury bubbling up from his stomach. He marched over with his fist clenched, “Oi!” he shouted. You didn’t even notice Inosuke’s hostility as you detach yourself from the big man, jumping straight into Inosuke. Uzui held a knowing smirk, “Don’t worry little piggy, I return her safe and sound” Inosuke narrowed his eyes as he held you to his side. Uzui turned to leave waving his hand as a farewell, “Happy Birthday Y/n!” “Thanks?” you never mentioned it was your birthday.

“Come on Inosuke, let's go inside!” you pulled the stubborn boy along, throwing the door open only to be met with a rowdy group yelling “Surprise!”

The party was phenomenal, the room was filled with so much joy and laugher, something you all desperately needed. Your smile refused to fall from your cheeks, even as you lay in bed “Today was really great” you reminisced, talking to the back that was facing away from you. Inosuke couldn’t shake the image of you with Uzui, damn Zenitsu for opening his stupid mouth. Inosuke turned to face you finally, your eyes drooping from sleep already. Inosuke made a rash decision as he stared at your adorable face, gathering you in his bare arms. “Oh!” you yelped in surprise, Inosuke wasn’t really one to initiate cuddles but you weren’t complaining.

“You’re really comfortable” you breathed into his chest, his natural scent filling your senses. “My arms are a hell of a lot better than those giants” you paused, finally understanding what was going on. “Uzui is a great friend and mentor, but I don’t love anyone more than you. I never could” Inosuke clung onto every whisper of a word, holding you tighter as the seconds passed. You sat up and placed a small peck on the tip on his nose, scooching right back into his warm hold. “Good night Inosuke” you cooed, closing your eyes.

“Happy birthday Y/n”

Shinobu: (Ugh she needs more love)

Believe it or not, Shinobu was big on birthdays, especially yours. She remembers how she loved to celebrate with her sister and the other girls at the Estate, so she wanted the day to go as smoothly as possible. She planned a wonderful picnic in the garden and had even prepared the food for the special occasion.

“I’m ready!” you called gleefully, showing off your gorgeous new lavender sundress Shinobu had gifted you. “I knew purple was your color” Shinobu complimented, admiring the way the dress showed off your curves. “Let’s get going, I’d hate for the day to be a waste. I cleared my schedule just for you, you know” She teased, her hand caressing your flushed cheeks--Oh how she loved that look.

You walked hand in hand, Shinobu carrying the basket of goods while you excitedly rambled on about whatever came to mind. You two barely made it past the Estate gates when a group of medics holding stretchers of wounded soldiers came rushing toward you. Your smile faded as Shinobu’s hand left yours, already giving order to the medics, following them inside. “Shinobu?” you called quietly, “They need my help but I promise this won't be long” she smiled apologetically.

It couldn’t be helped; they needed her more than your silly lunch date did, but who had you forsaken that it had to happen on your birthday of all days. Shoulders slouched, you carried the abandoned basket off the ground, “I’ll just wait in her office, she promised” you wishfully thought.

You bitterly stabbed the fruit in your bowl, the fruit that was meant for your date, and shoved into your mouth. The sun was beginning to set and you still hadn't seen your girlfriend, you’d passed the time by eating the snacks one by one; alone. The commotion of working medics hasn't ceased for hours and slowly you’d lost complete hope of a more exciting day. Your back was beginning to ach from the stiff chair, yet you still waited patiently. Shinobu’s office was filled with piles of paper and books, so there was nothing left to do but stare out the window and eat.

The sound of the door sliding open pulled you from your thoughts, “Awww you didn’t leave me any food?” Shinobu greeted jokingly, sensing your frustration a mile away. You stabbed another piece of fruit, aggressively eating away at the sweet food. “I know you're upset, but I really didn’t mean for this to happen” she defended, feeling miserable about the whole ordeal. You softened, it really wasn’t Shinobu’s fault. “Sorry” you mumbled, staring at the roof. You didn’t bother looking down at the sound of her feet shuffling towards you.

You weren’t expecting to feel Shinobu’s full weight on your lap as she straddled your hips, her hand grasping your chin, pulling you down to face her. “I’m sorry I ruined your birthday, Beautiful,” she soothed, one hand combing through you hair while the other played with your bottom lip, “Please let me make it up to you” her sultry voice rung through your ears, her pink lips making their way across your jawline and down to that spot Shinobu lives to exploit. “Mmmmm” you whined loudly as she started sucking and lapping, working the tender skin till a reddish bruise formed.

The hand embedded in your hair pulled slightly, making sure to run her long nails against your scalp at each tug, eliciting another loud moan from your parted lips. “Shhhh Beautiful, if you're too loud I’ll make you wait till we get to the room later. I can only be so giving”. You knew better than that-then to believe that this would end once you two walked out of those office doors. As if reading your thoughts, Shinobu slid herself down your thighs and onto the floor, never ceasing to make eye contact, “I’ll work you for all you’ve got while we’re here” you bit your lip impatiently as you watched her pull your legs apart by your knees.

Shinobu definitely kept this promise, and gifted you with even more once you two made it the room.

Masterlist

Shinobu may have been a tad OOC but idc, she deserves all the love she wants and I’m willing to give it to her. I hope you all enjoyed it, thank you and stay safe~Amanda

#happy birthday to me #Kny #kny x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #shinobu x reader #inosuke x reader #rengoku x reader #muichiro x reader

[sydxo]

my latest obsession: chrollo lucilfer

listen so,,,, im not really crazy about loving characters and i dont really jump around with my faves, they're pretty consistent for the most part but lately i've been overly fond of a man named chrollo.

If you know me you would know of my love for hunter x hunter

so when i really got back into the series i began looking at chrollo a lot more. when i watched it during the summer of 2017 i loved chrollo but he was never someone i obsessed over. yea he was a hot, strong villain so of course i would like him. but rewatching it recently i started looking at him much more.

to begin with, from the surface you would look at chrollo as a cold psychopath (thats extremely good-looking) but theres not much to go off of. he doesnt really have much of a personality. hes not kind, nor is he mean.. hes kind of emotionless. he doesnt not harbor anger or resentment shown in the manga and anime.

only when ~~uvo dies~~ does he really begin to show us his vulnerabilities. many can argue that him showing sadness is a mask only to show the troupe members that he cares. but the thing is,,, he doesnt cry infront of any of them? so what would be the point?

he truly cares for the troupe with his heart. each one of the members he holds close to him although it may not seem like it, he really does mourn for the loss of his loved ones (a.k.a. the troupe members).

he was brought up in meteor city, meaning his past most likely is not a very pretty one. my theory being that he was probably abused as a child. he mostly likely ran away and lead a life of having to steal and kill to survive at a young age. the abuse affected him to where he was so traumatized that he completely left his past identity behind and became **CHROLLO LUCILFER**, most likely he created that name for himself.

he lost his identity so he searches for validity of himself within the troupe, using each member as a defining part of himself.

loosing a troupe member is like loosing a part of himself. that is why he mourns so deeply for the loss of ~~uvo, kortopi and shalnark~~ and vows to kill hisoka ~~for the second time~~ after he learns of ~~kortopi and shalnarks deaths~~

chrollo really is such a misunderstood character and im so so so upset that we dont get a look into his past. that literally physically pains me that i dont know more about this man! i would kill for just a little insight of him and how thinks, how he loves, his days off, what he likes to do for fun, his hobbies, things he enjoys, his favorite foods.... i really would just want to know more about him.

i cannot possibly put into words how fucking much i love this man, yes hes quite terrible, and yes hes killed thousands of people, and yes i love him to death even knowing this. hes such an interesting chracter although we dont know much about him and his inner workings. the mystery that surrounds chrollo is what attracts me the most. i have the freedom to make all these headcanons and obsess over him, everything is up to my imagination and im okay with that.

the little details we are provided about him i cherish, his little quirks and kinks i cherish.

when he looks like steve carell i still love him.

hes the sexiest man alive? theres absolutely no doubt about that. hisoka tried it, yea killuas pretty but is he as pretty as chrollo? nah fam...

chrollo deserves the best and i really with hes able to find himself and his own identity one day. just like everyone else, chrollo deserves happiness, in large sums... he might deserve it more than anyone else to be quite honest.

hes worked his way up from the very very bottom of the chain to the top. now hes the boss. if you have watched hxh and know about meteor city, its a city of nobodies, its a dump where people send all their crap and unwanted items too, even children. chrollo growing up there had to have an extremely hardtime and due to those circumstances he became a specialist. meaning hes extremely strong and has his own unique abilities. not to mention his power?? Bandit's Secret is badass?? like imagine stealing other people's nen and being able to perfect it like chrollo? i ... im just completely stunned by the skill, power and talent this beautiful sexy man possesses. hes had to work his ass off day and night to get where his is now and i i ... im just completely stunned by the skill, power and talent this beautiful sexy man possesses. hes had to work his ass off day and night to get where his is now and i am so beyond proud of him for not being more fucked in the head considering his past.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE CHROLLO SO SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH SO MUCH! HES SO PERFECT AND STRONG AND POWERFUL AND TALENTED AND SEXY AND WOW IVE NEVER SEEN SUCH A FLAWLESS MAN!!

i love him to death and wish for his eternal happiness and i would do anything for him to have it what the actual fuck..

losing a troupe member is like losing a part of himself. that is why he mourns so deeply for the loss of ~~uvo, kortopi and shalnark~~ and vows to kill hisoka ~~for the second time~~ after he learns of ~~kortopi and shalnarks deaths~~.

chrollo really is such a misunderstood character and im so so so upset that we dont get a look into his past. that literally physically pains me that i dont know more about this man! i would kill for just a little insight of him and how thinks, how he loves, his days off, what he likes to do for fun, his hobbies, things he enjoys, his favorite foods.... i really would just want to know more about him.

i cannot possibly put into words how fucking much i love this man, yes hes quite terrible, and yes hes killed thousands of people, and yes i love him to death even knowing this. hes such an interesting chracter although we dont know much about him and his inner workings. the mystery that surrounds chrollo is what attracts me the most. i have the freedom to make all these headcanons and obsess over him, everything is up to my imagination and im okay with that.

the little details we are provided about him i cherish, his little quirks and kinks i cherish.

when he looks like steve carell i still love him.

hes the sexiest man alive? theres absolutely no doubt about that. hisoka tried it, yea killuas pretty but is he as pretty as chrollo? nah fam...

chrollo deserves the best and i really with hes able to find himself and his own identity one day. just like everyone else, chrollo deserves happiness, in large sums... he might deserve it more than anyone else to be quite honest.

hes worked his way up from the very very bottom of the chain to the top. now hes the boss. if you have watched hxh and know about meteor city, its a city of nobodies, its a dump where people send all their crap and unwanted items too, even children. chrollo growing up there had to have an extremely hardtime and due to those circumstances he became a specialist. meaning hes extremely strong and has his own unique abilities. not to mention his power?? Bandit's Secret is badass?? like imagine stealing other people's nen and being able to perfect it like chrollo? i ... im just completely stunned by the skill, power and talent this beautiful sexy man possesses. hes had to work his ass off day and night to get where his is now and i i ... im just completely stunned by the skill, power and talent this beautiful sexy man possesses. hes had to work his ass off day and night to get where his is now and i am so beyond proud of him for not being more fucked in the head considering his past.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE CHROLLO SO SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH SO MUCH! HES SO PERFECT AND STRONG AND POWERFUL AND TALENTED AND SEXY AND WOW IVE NEVER SEEN SUCH A FLAWLESS MAN!!

i love him to death and wish for his eternal happiness and i would do anything for him to have it what the actual fuck..

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ok so there’s are so many reasons why i really really love chrollos character and just admire him honestly. so i’ll space them out:

1) his character design!!!

-kuroro obviously is... a very attractive looking character!! and usually i’m not ?? idk i don’t really like characters /like/ him with the slicked back hair and crazy ass abs and weird fur coats but it honestly just started growing on me??

-HES SO CLEAN CUT!!! this man owns suits, fur coats and versace sweaters. ... he constantly gets HATED ON and made fun of ppl bc think his hair is fuckin greasy?? GREASY?? AREYOU KIDDING ME?? ur gonna tell me a man who wears belts and fur coats doesn’t shower?? bjtch his hair is gelled and he is KILLING IT!!!!

-throughout the series his style changes a lot!! he looks so good?? mans is so very fashionable (i’ll send examples)

-his mobage cards!!! BITCH HE LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD IN HIS MOBAGE CARDS!!

(mobage cards are from a hxh game that you can collect, they come out with official art of the characters in different situations and daily life, so just like characters dressed normally i guess)

he has this one mobage card of him in a casual outfit and OH MY GOD BITCH HE LOOKS SOOO GOOD!!! he’s wearing a white tank top and has this blue button down over it that’s not buttoned up with these jeans and his hair looks so good!!!!! also can’t forget his cross necklace.. we love a religious faithful man!

-SPEAKING of hair chrollos hair is constantly changing?? just like killua with the outfits, chrollo is the only other character that normal changes his clothes while the rest of them stay the same?? he’s so clean and gorgeous it makes me cry!!! from when he’s first introduced his hair is gelled back, to when he meets neon his hair is down nd .. bitch oh my god chrollo has semi long hair and it makes me deadass sob it looks SO GOOD. and right now in the recent manga chapters he has this messy down bedhead style it’s so sexy!!!

ok that was just part 1 about his character design let me start with part 2/3 what attracts me

2)HIS MYSTERY!!

-so chrollo is kinda i guess from the surface he’s a boring dude. there’s nothing noteworthy about his character. he isn’t funny nor is he kind. he’s kinda like... an empty shell of where /something/ should be. and it seriously ..... just adds to his character. his personality might not “shine” and he’s only really popular because he’s a hot antagonist but there’s SO MUCH MORE!! that people don’t look into revolving him.

-he gives off sooo many hints and foreshadows his identity loss so many times while he’s given screentjme and its sad??

sad that this amazing man that has worked so hard and become so very strong still cannot i guess identify himself within a crowd. he’s just ~there~ giving orders for the troupe.

-he truly believes that no one cares for him or relies on him. that everyone would be absolutely 100% unaffected should he die. and that?? i literally wanna smack him.-

(continuing i wanted to give a little background on the phantom troupe given chrollo is the leader)

-PHANTOM TROUPE-

so the phantom troupe is a group of 12 people all given numbers

ok so head = chrollo and legs = the rest of the members because the phantom troupe are also known as the spiders.

they’re thieves with chrollo as the leader and they come from meteor city which is basically a dump where nobodies live a.k.a. they lived a harsh life growing up.

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ok so continuing with chrollo thinks he’s replaceable to the troupe. couldn’t be more false and it makes me upset that he thanks that? the troupe really really cares about him a whole lot given he’s literally the leader and he created the phantom troupe!! basically the only place these “thieves” feel like they belong. they’re all family. they fight like brothers and sisters and care so much for one another.

ok that brings this section to a close. this is getting extremely long so let me write my very last part. jeez i could go on for ages.

3.HIS STRENGTH.

-chrollo fights very uniquely and i know it’s kind of a weird thing i guess to bring up his fighting style and powers when discussing why i like him as a character but i really cannot help it.

-out of all the characters in hunter x hunter, chrollos powers have to be my favorite coming from an unbiased standpoint. it’s not even because he’s my favorite character, do i love his power, it’s just so fucking unique and interesting.

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•when you watch hxh you’ll learn about powers and such (they call them nen) and the different types you can have, manipulator, conjuror, transmuter, etc.

there’s one power class that stands out from all the rest. while the normal powerclasses have built in powers you know things that are already predetermined, there’s one class called “specialist” and this is the rarest class.

-you guessed it, chrollo is a specialist. being a specialist gives you crazy overpowered abilities for short amounts of time like super regeneration, speed, etc. things like that. chrollos power is called “Bandits Secret” him being a thief and all its so fkn badass. he can literally steal other people’s power from them and use it for himself!! his power is lowkey complicated and has a lot of conditions that need to be met before he can use it but let me just say, the fact that chrollo can steal powers that aren’t even his and use them even better than the original user is so amazing. he’s BEYOND talented when it comes to combat skills hence why hisoka got obliterated in there fight. not only that but he’s an extremely graceful and careful fighter. he’s crazy good at planning strategies against his opponent and extremely smart.

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ok so that’s all for my chrollo rant... uhh this was longer than intended i’m so sorry but yes i love chrollo with my entire heart he truly is my favorite character of all time and nothing will change that. thank u for coming to my ted talk.

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

In that case 😇 May I please request a Harry x Reader where the reader is massively insecure about her body? It’s an insecurity of mine. If not then that’s totally alright, too!! I just love your writing :D

Absolutely! I think we all get that way sometimes💕

Beautiful

Warnings: fluff, slight smut

A/N: requests open

Harry was always surrounded by pretty woman. Models, actresses, singers. It made being his girl a little difficult. You never thought you were good enough for him, that he deserved one of the beautiful women he was always around.

You stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, pinching your skin between your fingers and examining your body. You couldn't find a single thing to love about it. Tears began to form in your eyes as your distress began to grow.

"Baby?" Harry tapped on the door softly before peering into the bathroom, you see his messy bedhead in the mirror and try to hide your tears as he comes in. But he knows you all too well. "Baby what's wrong?" He asks, wrapping his arms around you fron behind. You look at him through the mirror.

"I just....god I wish I looked like a model....someone beautiful. That's what you deserve." Your lip quivers and your voice shakes as you speak. Harry furrows his brow, eyes scanning your body and trying to decipher the frustration and despair on your face.

"You don't think you're beautiful?" He asks. You shake your head.

"And how can you think I am, you're surrounded by beautiful women every day."

"Perhaps." He brushes your hair off your neck, placing a tender kiss on your shoulder. "But they aren't you." He brings a hand up to your neck, pressing his fingers against the skin lightly.

"Look at this gorgeous neck. Smooth and soft, I can bite and suck on it, make you feel tender, cover you in love bites there,let everyone know you're mine." He brought his hand down to cup your breast, gently squeezing your nipple, you let out a soft moan, tilting your head back, but when you try to close your eyes he speaks.

"Look at yourself love," you do as you're told, watching his hands fondle your breasts lovingly. "These breasts, perfect for my hands. I love to touch them, squeeze them, suck them." You feel arousal begin to pool in your belly as he whispers in your ear, voice filled with lust.

He slid his hands down to your waist, letting his fingers dance across your belly. "This waist I love to grip when I'm making love to you, this belly I love to lay my head on." He reaches back to cup your ass, "and let's not forget this thing of beauty back here. Can never keep my hands off you." You smile shyly as he gets down on his knees, turning you to face him, his face eye level with your cunt.

"These thighs," he slides his hands lightly up and down, "I love to bite and suck on before I get here," he reaches up, cupping your sex in his hand and smirking when he can feel how wet you are. "This pussy i could stay in for days. Always so tight and warm and ready for me." He places a gentle kiss to your mound., you lean back, gripping the counter as he lifts your leg, throwing it over his shoulder and dragging his hand along your calf. "And your fucking legs....I could go on for days." He looks up at you, eyes full of affection and love.

"You're beautiful darling. The most beautiful woman in the world. And the only one I want." You gasped, head falling back as he leans in, pushing his face against your center.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #solo harry #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #hs fandom #hs imagine #hs fanfic #hs2 #hs1

[starkerforlife6969]

Starker Highschool AU - Natasha is Tony’s sister

“Keep it down tomorrow tonight, short stack. My boyfriend’s coming over after school and I’m not sure he wants to hear you mangling the violin.”

Natasha looks up from her homework and stares at her brother in the doorway; lips parted in surprise. Tony’s going for nonchalant, which of course, she can see through in an instant. He may be two years older than her, but Natasha is a particularly observant fifteen year old. “Your boyfriend?” She says, a grin spreading across her face when Tony shifts a little uncomfortably.

“Yes.” He bristles, not quite making eye-contact. “My boyfriend.”

“Since when do you-“

“Since none of your business. Gonna be chill about this or not?”

She lifts her eyebrows and mimes zipping her lips. Tony half-smiles at her: soft and gentle, the sort of smile that says she’s the only one he’s told about his boyfriend, the sort of smile that lets her know that even though he’s a complete dick, he’s a good guy at heart, and a good brother too. She loves him, really. So she says: “My silence will only cost you thirty dollars.”

He smirks at her, and tosses some cash onto her bed. “Jokes on you, short stuff, I was prepared to go to fifty.” And then he wraps his knuckles against her doorframe, and disappears down the hall.

She huffs, rolling her eyes, and turning back to her notebook.

But she doesn’t stop thinking about it. Tony, her brother, Tony has a boyfriend.

Tony doesn’t do boyfriends. He does hook-ups at parties that become the talk of the school and Nat tries not to listen to the gossip or the rumour mill as it goes around and around. A few times, older kids have come up to her, tried to ascertain the truth over a certain one-night stand and she’ll glare at them until they turn away.

But a boyfriend. He must be special. She taps her pencil against her desk and thinks. Is it someone from school? Maybe. She wonders who.

She wonders what they might be like and shudders a little.

Tony dresses like a complete douchebag. He rides his stupid motorbike to school (and okay, yes he does give her a ride from time to time which is pretty cool, but also, no, he’s her big brother, so he’s not cool at all), and he wears black leather jackets and sunglasses inside. He thinks he’s better than everyone else and brags about all his science fair trophies with no degree of humility.

He’s cocky, arrogant and constantly sarcastic.

She can only imagine what horror his boyfriend will be.

Still, she rolls her neck and turns back to her work, it’s only a high school romance, and she knows from experience that those don’t last.

*** “Your hair looks-“ Bruce trips over his shoelaces and hastily rightens himself “-really nice. R-really good.”

She smiles, flicking the vibrant red for effect. “Scarlet suits me, right?”

Bruce nods eagerly, and nearly careens right into an open locker. She catches him by his backpack last minute, and he smiles gratefully.

“So, your brother’s in my brother’s grade, right?” She asks.

Bruce nods as he starts slotting in his textbooks. “Sure, why?”

“Apparently,” she drops her voice into a whisper, not trusting the roaming ears of the hallway, “Tony has a boyfriend?”

Bruce blinks in surprise, before shaking his head and grinning. “Your brother is so cool, honestly, I want to be just like him when I-“

Natasha resists the urge to throttle him, and decides that since Bruce is in science-infatuation mode over her brother’s lame AI tech, that maybe the best person to ask is Clint. She shoots him a text and he replies by saying he’s got a free period later.

The bell rings and Bruce locks up. “Good luck on your recital this Friday! I wish I could make it!”

Nat shrugs, slinging her backpack on. “It’s just another violin thing. You’ll catch the next one.” And then she reaches forward and ruffles his hair.

Bruce bats at her, and scurries away.

* Clint, as it turns out, has information.

It’s not a boy from this school, but-

“Murberry Academy across town,” he says, mouth full of chips. The teacher on duty keeps glaring at him, but he hasn’t noticed. “That’s what I heard.”

Natasha leans back in her chair, thinking. She doesn’t know anyone from Murberry Academy. But she does know about it. “Super preppy school- the one with the blue blazers?”

Clint nods, licking cheesy dust off his fingers. She tries not to make a face. Boys are gross. “Yeah. So, your brother probably met his bae at a party or something.”

She does make a face at that. “Not bae. Never say that again. You’re banned.”

“Hey, Nat?” Comes a whispered voice, and Natasha turns only to feel her whole face bloom bright red as Pepper leans over with her stupid gorgeous face- “Do you have a pen I can borrow? Mine ran out?”

Natasha hands one over with sweaty fingers and what she hopes is a smile, but might be a grimace-

“Well that,” Clint mutters, laughing and choking on his snack, “was smooth.”

Natasha hits him, and it’s worth the apology the teacher makes her give.

*

There’s a big part of her that wants to play really loud music that night. Howard and Maria are out, like normal, and she knows Tony is getting ready. She wants to blast Taylor Swift or one of her podcasts, or maybe practise for her recital- but there’s thirty dollars in her purse, and she doesn’t want Tony to chicken out.

She’s curious.

So, when she hears Tony leave his room, she bolts out of hers, and follows him to the kitchen.

He’s wearing a tight black tee and dark jeans, and his hair is messy in that bedhead kind of way that meant he spent ages on it-

“Oh god,” he groans when he sees her, shooing her away. “Go. You’re banished.”

She laughs, sitting up at the breakfast bar in her pyjamas and shakes her head. “No way. I wanna meet him. What’s his name?”

Tony rolls his eyes, and he starts pulling stuff out of the cupboards. Flour, sugar, eggs- Nat frowns and wonders just how nervous he is. “Oh, right, his name, how could I forget? It’s- none of your business.” And then he pats her head with the newspaper.

She reaches forward and grabs the pot of frosting he’s taken out, popping the lid and digging out some with her finger. She’s watching her brother through her lashes, trying to be discreet, because he’s agitated, pacing, he’s a little sweaty, which is- weird. He must- the thought seems odd, he must really care about this guy.

So, she swallows her frosting, and goes for casual: “You know, Spongebob-Uglypants, I’ll probably like him, right? I like Clint, and Clint is a piece of garbage sometimes.”

Tony relaxes, just a little. “He’s uh- special.” He admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

Natasha wants to say: high school relationships don’t last and how long have you even known him?

But she doesn’t. She just offers the chocolate icing to Tony who takes some gratefully.

And then the doorbell rings.

Nat beams and Tony groans, and goes to answer it.

There’s silence for a moment and then-

“Oh my god, you taste like chocolate!” Comes a bubbly voice, and Natasha frowns, because that doesn’t sound like a motorbike riding, black leather wearing piece of boyfriend material-

And then they walk in.

She can’t help but sputter.

The guy next to Tony is- he’s- what the fuck.

He’s all small and dainty, with pastel highlights in his curly, light brown hair. He’s wearing a pink sweater and beige corduroys and he looks like- he’s- sweet- and friendly looking and- he smiles brightly once he sees her, and Natasha cannot compute because her brother is all in black, stone-faced and sarcastic, but this boy is-

“You must be Natasha!” He squeals delightedly, bounding forward with an outstretched hand. She shakes it in disbelief, eyes flitting to Tony for confirmation that this is a joke. It must be. “Tony’s told me so much about you! Oh my gosh, you guys look so alike!”

At that, both Tony and Natasha recoil.

Tony grabs Peter’s wrist, tugs him into his side and settles a hand instinctively onto his waist and Peter cuddles him automatically.

Oh god. This isn’t a joke.

This is- this is Tony’s boyfriend, this is-

“Peter,” Tony introduces, “this is my sister. She’s promised not to be annoying today.”

“Don’t think I promised that,” Natasha quips, finally dragged out of her stunned silence. She looks over Peter again, at the bright colours and big honey eyes. “Peter, how did you and my brother meet?”

Tony looks pained. “We don’t have to-“

“Oh, it’s so sweet!” Peter gushes, “I go to Murberry and we were having a decathlon contest against your school and I got lost on my way back from the bathroom and I ran into Tony! He was so sweet and funny! And we just hit it off, right, my gorgeous scientist?” Peter nuzzles Tony’s neck and presses a sweet kiss to his cheek and Natasha bites back her laugh because this is brilliant.

She needs to start recording this.

Tony looks like he’d kill her if she tried.

“That’s right, babe,” Tony sighs, sounding resigned to his fate.

Peter pouts up at him. “No, call me by the nickname you call me all the time-“

Natasha can’t help the giggle that slips out, and Tony glares at her without any heat before whispering: ‘bambi’ right into Peter’s ear.

Oh god. This is everything. Her brother is a softie. Oh god. His weakness is pretty boys who are on decathlon teams-

“We’re about to make cookies for the charity fun run winners, Nat!” Peter exclaims, as he and Tony walk around the counter. “Do you want to join us? Oh Tony! You got the white flour just like my Uncle- you didn’t have to! You are so sweet!” And he’s tiptoeing and kissing Tony again and-

This is brilliant. Her brother is a sweet, thoughtful softie. He’s not a cool guy at all. And all the ingredients on the counter now make sense.

Tony gives her a look that says: stay and die.

So, she decides to do him a favour. “I would, Peter,” she smiles warmly, because Peter is sweet and she likes him enormously. “But I have a lot of homework to do. Say bye before you go though, okay?”

“Okay! Good luck on your homework!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony mutters, practically shoving her out.

For the rest of the evening, she hears Peter’s giggles and her brothers own, softer laughs. Laughter she’s never heard from him. She hears the low murmur of their conversation, and then silences where she tries not to think too hard about what’s happening.

When it hits midnight, and she needs to go to bed, she leaves her bedroom to tell Peter goodnight, and she finds her brother and his boyfriend on the couch, snuggled into each other, watching an old Friends episode.

“Natasha,” Peter blinks drowsily, sitting up. He’s so cute, he’s like a deer- oh. Bambi. “Hey,” he smiles, “wha’ time is it?”

She smiles back, “it’s almost midnight.”

“I need to be heading home,” Peter sighs, and Tony grumbles, half-asleep.

“Stay the night, bambi, please.”

Peter blushes a little, and kisses Tony’s nose. “I wish I could, handsome.”

Tony yawns, forcing himself up. “I’ll pick you up after practise tomorrow,” he promises, kissing Peter on the mouth, and Nat looks away politely.

“Only if you bring a spare helmet,” Peter chirps, and Tony swats at him but misses. His fingers are curled into Peter’s sweater, like he doesn’t want him to go, and Natasha can’t-

It was funny, before, with the flour in their hair and the pet names, but now- it’s just sweet and soft and warm and-

She thinks of Pepper and feels a little lonely.

After bidding Peter goodnight, Tony stares at her, as if waiting for the jokes to come, but she doesn’t have any. Okay, she does, but not for tonight.

“He’s nice,” she says, as lightly as she can, “I like him a lot. Plus, the house smells like cookies. It’s a yes from me.”

Tony scratches his chin where his awful, patchy, teenage stubble is starting to make an appearance. “It’s a yes from me too, squirt,” he says fondly, and they both go to bed.

* Natasha’s a protective little sister, just like Tony can be a protective older brother, so she stalks Peter’s facebook a little.

It’s all just gut-wrenchingly charming.

He posts an inordinate amount of cat memes but also lots of photos of him and Tony, and in all of them, Tony is a stoic-faced figure, effortless suave and leaning back with perfect hair in dark clothes, with Peter as his rainbow-splashed companion, with his huge smile and sun-dappled freckles.

Peter tags Tony in pretty much every post she sees and Tony replies to them all without fail.

Her brother is a sap, and honestly, Natasha’s kind of here for it.

Peter adds her on facebook and she hits accept- and then suddenly she’s getting tagged in stuff.

Stuff like tag the prettiest girl you know and who rocks red hair the best and- damn it, she’s getting more and more fond.

She hopes they don’t break up. She hopes high school relationships last.

Peter even comes to her recital. Rushes up to her back stage afterwards, flushed with glee, and gushes over how “amazing you are- oh god, you’re just- you’re amazing! Please tell me you want to be a violinist when you grow up.”

She laughs, glowing with pride and the rush of the performance, and shakes her head. “I don’t think so, it’s just a hobby. I’m glad you liked it though, Peter.”

“I just- Tony said how good you were, but you blew me away and-“

“Wait.” She cuts him off; surprised, “Tony said I was good?” Her arrogant, know it all brother said-

Peter rolls his eyes like she’s being silly. “He’s always talking about you! I feel like I already know you! He brags about you all the time. How you’re a black belt already, and how you stood up for that girl by punching that waiter in the face! And that he loves listening to you play- he’s come to all your recitals!”

She shakes her head, heart pounding with emotion. “That’s not- he hasn’t-“

Peter laughs, eyes crinkling, “he has! He takes a photo of you each time, he has an album on his phone- oh wait.” Peter suddenly looks worried, “that might be a present for you- oh no! Act surprised? Please?”

She can’t find the words.

She pulls Peter into a hug and shakes her head. “Tell my idiot brother I love him okay? And tell him to never let you go.” She says into his ear. 

Peter beams, and kisses her cheek. “Okay! And there’s someone waiting to talk to you outside! They asked me to tell you!” And then he’s gone, no doubt to his very-in-love boyfriend aka her brother. Will wonders never cease?

Natasha puts on her coat, and goes out into the cool, crisp air of the parking lot.

Pepper’s standing there, holding a rose.

#starker #tony x peter #high school au #young tony #young peter #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #happy ending #dating #tony and natasha are siblings #natasha x pepper #tony is a softie #tony stark has a heart #slightly fem peter #precious peter parker #petnames #cute shit honestly #well i think so #popular tony

[just-existing1]

14 Days of College AUs!

Pairing: Cha Eunwoo x Reader

Warning: None

Summary: You and Eunwoo seem to have some sort of destiny together. From middle school, you two have been in the same class. How is it possible that you and he are still in the same classes in college?

Words: 1,682

The sound of your footsteps was the only thing that added life to an otherwise completely dead room. It wasn’t going to happen this year, right? There was no way that it could happen. How was it possible? Were you guys so similar that even your brains thought of the same courses? You and Eunwoo weren’t friends, you didn’t talk about your schedules, so how in the world did you two share the same schedules for the last two years? You could understand how you guys were in the same class throughout middle school and high school but to be in the same classes while attending college seemed to be a curse.

So, that’s how you got here. Pacing back and forth in your pajamas with serious bedhead while you should be getting ready to attend your first lecture of the year. You’re pulled from your existential crisis when you hear your phone buzzing repeatedly on your bed. Glancing at the screen you sigh and answer the phone.

“Where are you? I’ve been standing outside your building for almost ten minutes!” The sound of your twin brother’s voice is shrill, and you can tell he’s angry.

“I’ll be down soon. I’m almost ready,” You lie, hanging up and rush around your room to get ready. After making yourself look presentable you ran down the stairs and out of the building seeing your brother, Nathan. His espresso colored hair was being tousled by the slight breeze and he was staring at his watch. You bounced over to him smiling softly and engulf him in a bone-crushing hug.

“How is it that you weren’t ready? You text me saying you were awake two hours ago, Y/N,” He rolls his eyes and drapes his arm across your shoulders.

“I got distracted by something.”

“Something? Or someone? Were you wondering if Eunwoo is going to be in your class again this year?” Your eyes widen as you look at him, he had always been pretty good at knowing what was running around in your thoughts but this time it caught you off guard.

“How… You know what? Forget it, there’s no way it could happen again,” You mumble and head off with your brother.

Once your brother heads off in another direction you let yourself fall victim to the thought of Eunwoo being in your class again. It’s not like you hated him, you only had a mild dislike of him. Because he always seemed to do better than you on tests, homework, papers, pretty much everything. The worst part was that it was always by one or two points. You got a 99 and Eunwoo got full marks, you got a 93 and Eunwoo got a 95. It never ceased to amaze you at how much that really riled you up and you often pushed yourself to work harder, but he was ahead of you, no matter what.

You stepped into the lecture, your eyes flitting around the room. No sign of him. You walked over to a table close to the front of the room. Your theory was that if you sat closer to the Professor the less inclined you be to do anything but pay attention. As you got out your syllabus and went over it once more, you heard people greeting the Professor. You smiled; eyes set on the clock. The class was about to start and there was no sign of Eunwoo at all. For once, it seemed like the universe wasn’t trying to make you question if you had done something in a past life to deserve the anger he brought when he came sweeping in like he owned the lecture halls.

“Okay class, welcome back to schoo-” The professor cut off as the door opened and you choked on air. There he was. His black hair was shining beneath the lights on the ceiling and his skin looked like it was glowing. You decide that he must have spent his summer outside because his tan is so beautiful, or had he just always had such nice skin? You shake your head, glaring down at your notebook and groan inwardly. Of course, the universe wouldn’t give you a break, why should it? But also, why were you noticing how gorgeous Eunwoo was now. You always knew he was attractive but why did you find yourself so fascinated by him in this moment?

“Do you mind?” Your head snaps up to see him smile at you motioning to the chair beside you.

“Oh, no. Go ahead,” You move your backpack and sit it on the floor beside your feet and lean on your elbows as you listen to the Professor once more.

“How was your summer?” Eunwoo’s voice makes you jump slightly, and he chuckles softly while staring at you with soft eyes.

“It was good. How was yours? Did you spend a lot of time outside?” You reply and he nods.

“I made sure to spend more time outside this year. Your brother mentioned that you took a couple of summer courses,” Your eyebrow twitches. You knew Eunwoo and your brother were friends, but you didn’t know why Nathan felt the need to share what you had done over the summer with him.

“Yeah, I did… I took a couple of courses that weren’t being offered this semester. I didn’t know that you had spoken to Nathan, he never mentioned it,” Your voice was dismissive and dry as you turned away from his warm eyes.

“Oh… Okay,” Eunwoo’s voice seemed sad. You rolled your eyes, why would Eunwoo be disappointed that your brother hadn’t mentioned him. You peeked at Eunwoo sideways, his lips were parted, and he was watching the Professor intently.

He was breathtaking; you couldn’t deny it. The way the lights hit him made him look ethereal and you found yourself reaching out to fix a displaced patch of hair. The black strands were soft against your fingertips and when you noticed him observing you, you immediately snapped back to reality. Burying your face in your papers, you tried to desperately hide the rosy color that was dusting your cheeks.

‘What are you doing, you crazy person? How could you just touch him like that? What is going on with you?’ You scream the questions at yourself silently before noticing the paper that was slid across the table to you. You squint at it, wondering if you should open it or ignore it altogether. You relent, flipping the paper over to see Eunwoo’s handwriting, you press your pen down harder than usual as you write and push it back to him.

Thank you for fixing my hair… unless you just wanted to touch it and in that case, it’s okay too.

Oh, thank you for not thinking that I’m super weird. Most people would probably have looked at me like I was a creep or something.

It’s okay, I don’t think you’re creepy. But, really, was my hair messed up?

Yes, I don’t just reach over and touch people because I feel like it, Eunwoo.

Hmm… I guess that’s a good thing. People can’t think you’re weird if you don’t do things to be weird.

Well, that’s kind of the point isn’t it? To not be weird?

I don’t know, maybe? Why do you care about what other people think?

Let’s not get into that… I do have a question though. Why were you upset when I told you that my brother hadn’t mentioned you?

Because I’ve been telling him how much I like you. How pretty you are. How much I want to ask you out, but you seemed like you never liked me. Granted I shouldn’t have expected anything since you didn’t even pay attention to me in high school.

You like me?

Why do you think we take the same classes? I’ve been trying to get your attention for so long. But when college came around, I didn’t know how that was possible. Then the day before class registration, your brother sent me the classes you were taking and told me that while he wouldn’t put in a good word for me that he would try to help me without you knowing.

Nathan is going to die tonight, so you better say your goodbyes to him. Also, you should’ve asked me out before deciding to join all my classes. All it’s done is make me upset because you keep scoring higher than me on literally everything.

THAT’S WHY YOU IGNORE ME?

Yeah, it kept happening and it started making me angry. In high school you and I had similar rankings and I figured that I would be better in college because you wouldn’t be around to make me lower but there you were, the same things kept happening.

Y/N

What? I don’t need your help studying. The thought of beating your score one day keeps me going.

I want to go out with you, not study with you.

Oh… Still? Even after knowing my reason for ignoring you.

Even after that. Especially after that. Because one day, I hope instead of wanting to beat my scored that you’ll be proud of me instead.

You turned to him and let out a soft laugh. His eyes turn into cute crescents and you find the thought of being with him making you happy. You let your eyes drop to his notes and see very detailed descriptions of everything the professor has said. Panic takes over as you realize that you hadn’t been paying attention at all, you bring your pen up and start writing, making sure to not miss a single thing on the board. Something touches your elbow and you glance over. Eunwoo moved his notebook closer, your eyes settled on a yellow post-it-note:

Don’t worry, you can use mine. I’ll keep track of what he’s saying so just relax and listen.

You brought your pen up and placed it on the yellow paper. Eunwoo pulled the notebook back and smiled excitedly as he read your message:

When’s our first date?

#cha eunwoo #Eunwoo #astro eunwoo #astro #astro x reader #cha eunwoo x reader #eunwoo x reader #14 Days of College AUs!

[cbseung]

cobblestones: modern prince hyunjin - pt 6

[masterlist]

[pt 1] [pt 2] [pt 3] [pt 4] [pt 5] [pt 6] [pt 7] [pt 8] [pt 9] [pt 10] [final]

you’ll be happy to know i decided a major plot point by asking google heads or tails

i hope you all are okay! if not that’s okay too. make sure you drink water and eat food! stray kids would want you to :)

pairings: hyunjin x reader

w/c: 1,655

warnings!: slight alcohol use :) nothing too bad only enough to make yourself dance on tables in barcelona [this statement makes sense don’t worry] (and not underaged because drinking age in barcelona is 18) [this still makes no sense hehe]

description: it’s ball prep time!!!! gotta sort out a dress, a date, AND YOUR feelings for a certain someone who must not be named! 

finally

your shopping day with hyunjin is finished!!

you walk back to buckingham with eight bubble teas

cause SOMEONE wanted to try all the flavors

that someone was you btw

“i can’t believe you made me buy you eight flavors of bubble tea”

“i can’t believe you actually did it!!!”

“you’re lucky you’re cute”

“nah i’m just lucky you’re stupid”

hyunjin rolls his eyes as he smiles and you walk in laughing when you’re stopped by felix and yeji

looking at you pretty strangely

“...hello you two...”

“HI” you and hyunjin simultaneously say

“do you want some bubble tea?? hyunjin bought them all for me!!”

“that’s a lie”

“no it’s not!”

“okay fine i did but i thought you would’ve been nice and shared them”

“me? nice? to you? have you forgotten the past weeks?”

hyunjin gasps

“are you saying you STILL hate me??” he says as he pouts, “after i bought all this bubble tea for you??”

“well i mean.. you’re up 5 points in my book”

“5 points??????? i should be more!! why are we keeping score in the first place!?”

you and hyunjin continue to tease each other as felix and yeji share that look

“you guys look pretty friendly”

“us? friendly? HAHAHAHAHA” you and hyunjin say

“uh huh.. y/n can i.. talk? to you?”

“course felix! what’s up my dude”

“hey so i was talking to yeji.. and she said i should take you as my date to the ball!”

oh

oh?

your heart didn’t flip

you don’t feel like a middle school girl who got asked to the dance

in fact all you feel is excitement that you’re able to go to the ball with your best friend

you squeal in excitement

“yay!! you do know this means you’re gonna have to keep me company throughout the night”

“would not have it any other way”

you talk to felix about the dress that you’re gonna buy and how his tie HAS to match your dress and you HAVE to look like the best because there’s a LOT of people you need to impress

◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇

you force yeji and felix to go to the dress store with you because you’re indecisive

“y/n YOU HAVE TO GET THAT DRESS”

“aw really?”

“YES IT’S GORGEOUS AND LOOKS SO GOOD ON YOU”

“yeah y/n it’s gonna knock people’s socks off”

“EEEE THIS IS SO EXCITING! yeji!! now we have to find your dress!!”

so 100 dress try ons, 4 bananas milk teas, and 1000 complaints from you and felix later,,,

“god yeji you look good in everything just PIcK one”

“L I S T E N i NEED to DRESS to impress!!! and after that dress you bought we NEED to look like we’re unstoppable powerful women!

“YEJI SHUT UP YOU’RE GORGEOUS BUY THAT ONE IT LOOKS BETTER THAN THE OTHER 99 YOUR TRIED ON”

“you know what? you’re right! i’ll buy this one”

you and felix share a “oh my god thank god this literally took 500 hours” look

“y/n, felix,, i think it’s gonna be a night to remember”

◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇

so like

the ball isn’t until a month away

there was a lot of planning that had to be done

and yeji and felix SO willingly helped because apparently they have an eye for these things

to your convenience （♯▼皿▼）

who are you gonna hang out with now?????? you think to yourself

“hello hello my pretty pretty pumpkin pie”

ah

right

“hyunjin!!!! you’re hanging out with me today!!”

“okay!”

“okay?”

“yeah! why wouldn’t i?”

“no it’s just.. never mind that was easier than i thought”

“i like hanging out with you!”

“if it makes you feel better yeji and felix are too busy with ball stuff so they couldn’t hang out today”

“well, third choice is better than not being a choice at all! even though you were my first choice”

"ah stop it!! >:(”

“never! anyways what’s your plan”

“... we can go to all the coffee shops again”

“WHAT is your infatuation with me and coffee?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I JUST WANT COBBLESTONE COFFEE AGAIN LET ME LIVE”

“OKAY FINE”

“oooooH and we can go sightseeing!! i wanna see those cute houses i see online all the time!!”

“anything for you princess”

> < you stuck your tongue out at hyunjin

ah too bad though

you missed one of those genuine hyunjin smiles™

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this ball planning stuff goes longer than you expected

you spend a lot of your days in hyunjin’s company

and you’re.. enjoying it?

uh oh no no

“YEJI I MISS YOU CAN WE GO DO STUFF”

“why? you seem like you’re having a lot of fun with hyunjin” she says as she eyes you suspiciously

“i mean.. WE’RE JUST FRIENDS”

“mmhmm”

“I SWEAR!! IT’S NOT LIKE I THINK ABOUt his cute nicknames for me and how he laughs at me every time i drink coffee because i drink it too fast and end up burning my tongue and he laughs at how pouty my face looks and the super cute mole on the bottom of his eye BUT I SWEAR WE’RE JUST FRIENDS” you rant

“...y/n-”

“just. friends.”

“who’s just friends?” you hear hyunjin ask beside you

“bro oh my you just gave me a heart attack” you say

“oh? a heart attack because of my charming looks?”

“what do you want from me???”

“ah i don’t hear denial”

“HYUNJIN”

“okay! okay! pack your bags! we’re going to spain!”

“DUDE”

“DUUDE”

“I HAVE NO MONEY FOR THIS”

“WHAT PART OF ‘HEY I’M A PRINCE’ DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND”

“YEJI HELP” you exasperate as you turn to your best friend

yeji raises her eyebrows and says

 “spain? sounds fun! y/n you should go”

“BUT-”

“you heard her!!! let’s go!” hyunjin says pulling your arm

how do you keep getting yourself in these situations?

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so you and hyunjin jump on a train to barcelona

“i can’t believe we’re here”

“well you better believe it princess! now, first things first.. coffee on cobblestone streets?”

“ah look at that! you know me so well”

you and hyunjin spend your day in barcelona walking around and sightseeing

“ah hyunjin take a picture of me by that building!!”

“y/n, you made me take about a million pictures now”

“it’s not my fault you have a talent!”

hyunjin GASPS, “oh? a compliment? from great y/n?? i am not WORTHY”

“oh look! now WHO’S dramatic!” you say as you roll your eyes and smile

you and hyunjin stop at a small but lively restaurant for dinner and 15 tapas and 3 glasses of wine later and you’re dancing on the floor in the middle of the small barcelona restaurant

“come on hyunjin!! dance with me!!!!” you yell

“y/n you’re drunk!”

“i’m not! i swear! now come on!” you say as your drag hyunjin on the dance floor

“uGH fine!” he says smiling

badump

oh?

what’s that hyunjin feels as he looks at you having the time of your life?

dancing like you don’t have a care in the world?

like you’re having genuine fun and experiencing genuine happiness?

“oh you’ve GOT to be kidding me” he thinks to himself

but how can he? when he just realized 

that his feelings for you might be something a little more than friends?

oh no 

oh god

“hey y/n? we should head home”

you pout

you were having so much fun!

“but hyyyuunnjiinnnniieeee” you say, still with your killer pout

“no buts!!! i can’t even take you on the train! i guess we gotta get a hotel for tonight”

“yaaaay!!!! sleepover!!!!” 

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 through hyunjin’s many many princely connections, you guys have no problem getting a hotel

“weeeeee!! this bed is so comfy!”

oh! did i mention that the hotel you’re staying at only had one (1) bed?

your hotel only has one (1) bed so you know what that means

“nuh uh you’re taking the floor” hyunjin tells you

“b-but”

“no buts”

hyunjin was half joking

i swear

he just wanted to get a reaction out of you

listen

you’re an emotional drunk

so naturally 

you just start crying

“but but”

“hey woah no i was kidding we can BOTH take the bed!! or if you want i’ll take the floor!!! just stop crying i’m sorry” hyunjin freaks

even drunk you were still aware of what’s going on and you weren’t about to let hyunjin sleep on the floor 

that’s crazy

“no it’s okay let’s share the bed!”

“oookay...”

so you and hyunjin get in bed in to your respective sides 

“good night jinnie” you murmur

“...good night princess”

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the following day..

you try to forget the fact that you got wine drunk 

and instead try to figure out why your pillow feels so hard?

like it doesn’t feel like a a pillow

...

wait

why is your pillow moving up and down

why is your pillow breathing

is your pillow haunted????

(a haunted pillow? really?)

as you move your head up to see,,

you were greeted with a peaceful sleeping hyunjin

a pretty hyunjin

with his bedhead!

and your head on his chest

and your arm around his waist!

oh so that’s the thing you were hugging

..

....

.. 

naturally you jump up 

you were just sleeping on your enemy but not really anymore i guess ‘s CHEST

NICE GOING

“y/n?”

“OH HAHA H-HI U-UM SORRY G-GO BACK TO BED” you say, refusing to look at his face 

“did you turn up the air conditioner? why’d it get cold all of a sudden?”

“I D-DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT”

“hey also did you feel something on your chest? like i felt like someone was laying on me”

now THIS makes you look up 

in confusion

and you’re met with a smirking hyunjin

“i-i’m gonna go order breakfast now!” you say as you walk out of the room

hyunjin flops back on the bed

“ahhh.. what am i gonna do with you?”

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a/n: hehehehehehehheehehehe

#hwang hyunjin #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #hwang hyunjin imagines #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #skz imagines #skz #stray kids #stray kids hyunjin #prince hyunjin #omg finals are stressful why do i have so many things i have to do help #modern prince hyunjin #kpop imagines #cbseung imagines

[thepoetcarpenter]

Peanut butter and jelly

By Atticus, Justin Bieber & Brandon for my sister Nara

Everywhere you go you’re turning heads

Don’t look back you’re breaking necks

Got that designer label you’re sewing threads

Still in that designer studio I’m writing cheques

Got the game locked down like Boston’s point spreads

Still on top like Toronto the last time I checked

From my body and my blood while breaking bread

Read it in the New Gospels from A to Z

Girl you’re flying get the landing deck

Girl you’re gorgeous and beautiful and everything unsaid

Was The Holy Spirit the muse when God’s The Architect

Still a beauty queen even in your bedhead

Never doubted you’re the one not even for a sec

When I was holding you I was looking up ahead

Girl you’re the captain of my ship get on deck

Girl I promise you through thick and thin on the day we wed

Yeah I’ll take you to places around the world don’t stay in bed

Yeah you’re flying, you’re first class, you’re the upper deck

Yeah you’re the best thing since sliced bread

We’ll stay on top we’ll be the execs

That’s how we roll I’m the peanut butter and you’re the jelly spread

Yeah I’ll be the wide receiver and you’re the quarter back

Yeah we’re a team read it in the paper from A to Z

Brandon

I remember when we used to drive to Boston to get wreck

And now we’ll fly to Tokyo for fish and bread

Call the waiter I’ll get the cheque

This is the good life that we bred

Yeah we got it running like OPEC

This is the life we dreamt when we wed

Forget what’s in your pockets now even our town got the high-tech

Yeah we got it flowing like cheese spread

Girl you’re flying get the landing deck

Girl you’re gorgeous and beautiful and everything unsaid

Was The Holy Spirit the muse when God’s The Architect

Still a beauty queen even in your bedhead

Never doubted you’re the one not even for a sec

When I was holding you I was looking up ahead

Girl you’re the captain of my ship get on deck

Girl I promise you through thick and thin on the day we wed

Yeah I promise you through thick and thin on the day we wed

Yeah I promise you through thick and thin on the day we wed

[lavenderbones22]

Video Games - Ben Hardy

Summary: Ben's obsessed with his new video game and his girlfriend must find a way to get his attention back to her.

Requested: 'Hey👋🏼 I was wondering if you could do an imagine with Ben where you're sitting on his lap while he plays fifa or something, this is vague sorry!'

Word Count: 2314

A/N Okay....I had this sitting in my drafts...haven’t posted in a while, let me know what you guys think! love xxx

PS. It wouldn’t let me post a gif...weird.

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The sounds of Fifa echoed through our apartment. Crowd cheers, commentator voices, Ben swearing and complaining. This had been going on for five days straight now and I'd had enough.

I was sat on the edge of the sofa rolling a joint on the coffee table. It was nearly one in the morning and thankfully neither of us had work tomorrow (or today really). I was a little drunk on red wine and high from smoking half the joint that Ben hadn't finished. I was tired too, but also horny.

"For fucks sake!" My boyfriends voice bellowed down the hall in frustration. He was honestly being crazy about this game. Maybe I should call his mum?

I fell back onto the forrest green velvet sofa that my mum had bought us when we moved into this place a year ago. It was my favourite thing to suck Ben's dick on. I fiddled with the perfectly rolled joint between my fingers. I relied on this stuff too much these days. I should cut back.

But not tonight.

Reaching over to the arm of the sofa for my baby pink lighter, I placed the spliff between my lips and brought the flame to it. The burn to the back of my throat as I inhaled the smoke eased me.

"Right," I said out loud to myself. "Ben!" I called out, standing up, wobbling, catching myself-giggling. "More fucked than I thought," I mumbled absentmindedly whilst meandering towards my lover.

"Ben," I attempted to gain his attention again when I reached the doorway of the study. Watching him I couldn't help but smile. Eyes wide with focus, biting his lip in concentration. He always did that whenever he was paying particular attention to something. The lip bite on those perfect, plump lips made me wet.

He still hadn't acknowledged me after a minute, so without another thought I sat myself down on his lap. "B-babe," he groaned, eyes still glued to the television, fingers to the controller. I threw my arm around his neck, my spliff moving back and forth to my lips in the other as I continued to puff away.

"Are you losing?" I asked, bringing the joint to his lips where he inhaled sharply.

"Mmm."

"Then why are you still playing?"

No response.

"Ben," my fingers delicately glided along his neck and although he tried to hide it, I felt him shiver under my touch. "Then why are you playing?" I asked again, a lowered voice this time.

The sounds of the game and the clicking of his fingers on the controls resonated around the small room. The study was one of my favourite places of our small Notting Hill apartment. The walls were adorned in bookshelves and black and white framed photos of bands from the seventies and eighties. I was a huge glam rock fan, Queen being a vice of mine, so you could imagine my excitement when Ben called to tell me he had gotten the part of Roger Taylor in the movie.

My fingers slid from his neck up into his hair, a shiver again.

"Do you like that?" I whispered into his ear, kissing just under it.

The sounds of the controller were getting less frequent. I was getting to him.

In between turning my boyfriend on, I shared the spliff with him, reaching the end quicker than anticipated. Dropping the roach on the ground carelessly, my lips attached themselves to the soft skin along Ben's neck. Licking, biting, sucking, everything to make him forget this stupid fucking game.

"Give up yet?" I murmured against his skin. Both hands were now wrapped around his neck whilst I still sat on his lap, both legs to the side of him. I wanted to straddle him desperately but his hands holding the remote like it was life or death if he didn't, prevented me from doing that.

I could feel his dick growing underneath me so whatever he said to convince me he wasn't turned on now was completely redundant.

"What would you rather do Ben?" I sighed, agitated. His lack of response to me was insulting now. "Me or the game?"

His green orbs met mine briefly, moving back to the television. At my wits end I grabbed the controller and threw it on the ground.

"Hey!" Ben's voice was a pitch higher than usual. "D'ya really have to do that?"

I raised my brows, unimpressed. "Did I really have to do that?" I threw back at him.

"Yeah..."

"You've been ignoring me for days now! I'm over it Ben. Any other girl with sense would have left you to fuck your video game console for christ sake!"

He tried to stifle a laugh at my ridiculous comment.

"Shut up," I slapped his arm playfully before he grabbed me tight around my waist and kissed me hard.

"Better?" He asked, his voice now lowering as his attention was fully turning to me.

"Much better," I smirked.

"Get up then," his hands guided my body off of his lap, as I stood a tap to my bum made me chuckle. "Lemme just turn it off and we'll go to bed," he told me, leaning down to turn his game off and pack the controller away.

"What's so good about it anyway?" I questioned as I raised my arms into the air stretching my back.

"Dunno really," Ben shrugged, looking over his shoulder at me from his spot on the floor. "Just love playing it."

"Well it's time you play something else," I winked at the gorgeous man in front of me who was now raised to his full height, a cheeky smirk plastered on his face as he walked closer and picked me up so I could wrap my arms and legs around his body.

"I love playing that game," he began with light kisses to my neck. "But I fucking love playing you even more."

He carried me into our bedroom, throwing me down on the bed recklessly, giggles flying out from between my lips. Ben was stood in the middle of the bedroom on the red patterned rug we had adorning the floorboards. Ben hated floorboards but I for one loved them. His compromise when he wanted to remove them to put carpet down was that we put a rug in the middle of all the rooms he would have preferred carpet. Although I would never indulge him in knowing I thought it was a good idea, I really loved the coziness it brought to our little townhouse.

"Come here," I beckoned him with one slender finger. He shook his head, laughing, and pulled his sweater over his head taking his t-shirt with it. His ripped chest was exposed, a sight that never got old for me to look at. I must have bit my lip, licked my lips or something suggestive because Ben's face turned animalistic and before I even could process the thought, he'd stripped the rest of his clothes off and was on top of me.

"God you're sexy," his voice breathed heavily into my ear where he was kissing up and down the side of my neck. "So, so sexy." Travelling down my body ever so lightly. I was itching for him to rip my clothes off.

"Touch me, Ben," I begged. "Be rough...you know I love it like that." I was whining and I didn't even care. I'd been so fucking annoyed at his obsession over that stupid game that I'd held out on him for the past few days. We hadn't had sex and what annoyed me even more than not having sex was the fact that Ben hadn't seemed to notice.

"Baby you don't need to tell me how you like it," he croaked, his rough hands that had become rougher recently from all his drumming pulled at my singlet and bra straps. "I know your body like the back of my hand." I shuffled myself around in order to help him remove my clothes easier which after a second he managed to do and threw them across the room.

I arched my back, grinding my still clothed hips into his not-so clothed ones. His erection was huge, pulsing and poking right into me. His moans were drowned out by my nipples that his tongue was appreciating at a rather nice pace. One hand cupped my lonely breast while the other creeped its way down into my pants.

Ben knew how to tease me better than anybody I had encountered before him. He was rough and intense but always knew the juxtaposition that I loved which was him being slow and sensitive right before he fucked me senseless.

I kept telling Ben how much I was enjoying him and what he was doing to me. My words seem to fall onto deaf ears though as he continued to be silent, still endlessly appreciating my body. I supposed I couldn't complain too much, he was about to unleash his inner beast on me and by god was I ready for it.

My hands were ravaging his hair while he undid the buttons and zip of my jeans, pulling them down my tanned legs, pressing a soft kiss to my saturated panties now thanks to his delicious fingers.

Kicking my jeans off Ben pushed them to the corner of the bed in a crumpled heap. Leaning on his shins, he rubbed the outside of my soaked panties purposely pressing harder on my clit that was incredibly swollen by now. I could feel myself throbbing. I could also see Ben throbbing right in front of me, his rock hard dick standing practically on it's own by how turned on he was. Leaning over me, he grinned while he kissed from the middle of my chest down to my belly button.

"Ben please," I begged, arching my back into him more.

"Calm baby," he soothed me, putting his finger to my lips. My neediness subsided for a moment when I took a second to admire him naked before me. The soft glow of the fairy lights that wrapped around our bedhead made him shine in an almost angelic way. It was a warm, orangey glow that illuminated him like he was sent from the heavens. And he kind of was.

His lips that were always so pouty and pink looked even more so in this light. Those lips, fuck. They had been in every single place on my body and I needed them there once more.

"You're so fucking wet," he pressed his finger harder against me pushing a small yelp from me, a squelching sound too coming from my pussy. "You're soaking my fingers even through these panties."

"Then rip them off of me," I dared him, an evil smirk released on his face right before he did just that; ripped them right off my body.

His lips were against me, tongue delving right where I needed it within seconds, lapping at my folds and bringing me as quick as he always did to my orgasm.

I couldn't control the erratic movements of my body as I writhed underneath his strong forearms that he was using in a failed attempt to keep me still. His fingers were opening me up to him fully so that my clit was completely exposed and at the helm of the pleasure train he was currently driving through my body.

"Fuck Ben," I cried, pulling at strands of his blonde locks making him groan in response. "Fuck yeah, nearly there...like that!" I coaxed him running my feet along the curves of his gorgeous ass and up along his lower back.

My piercing screams electrocuted the air when I finally let go and came screaming like a banshee. I could feel Ben smiling as he continued licking me out through my come down obviously very pleased with the result.

"Good?" He asked, sitting up and watching me try to catch my breath.

"What do you think, Einstein?" I rolled my eyes playfully, running my hands through my hair.

Ben laughed and gripped my hips, indicating he wanted me on my stomach. "Over," he demanded simply, yet incredibly animalistic. Giggling, I did as told but not before he pressed his lips to mine.  I could taste me on him; a mix of sweetness and Ben.

I felt him lining himself up against me and a shiver ran through my body in anticipation. Uncontrollably, a moan left my lips as he placed his rock hard dick inside of me. I honestly felt like I was floating. The feeling of us being connected every time was magical,  unlike anything I'd ever experienced with any other guy I'd been with before.

We both moaned simultaneously, the feeling of us united as one almost too much after the short time I'd held out on the boy. I'd never forget the first time we had sex. The sexual tension that had radiated between us until we finally fucked and connected in a physical form was mind blowing.

It hurt in the best way possible as he pulled out almost completely then pushed back into me as hard as he could.

"Fuck," I whined in pleasure, writhing beneath his body, my head hanging between my shoulders trying to control the pleasure he was delivering me.

His lips connected to the side of my neck as he licked along it, leaving little kisses and bites. I would be littered with bruises in the morning.

The moans and groans that left my lips every time Ben thrusted into me, hard, fast and passionately over and over again; they were not human.

We went at it for a good while until Ben quite literally collapsed on top of me.

"You need to stop playing that game so much," I told him, out of breath.

"I think I need to keep playing it if this is what it makes you do!"

Cheeky shit.

#ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy smut #smut #queensmut

[starkeyboy]

landlord ° ed

All credits go to @cieraboobear , thank you so much for the idea!

This is also in first POV I was to lazy to do 2nd pov

I was rudely awakened by Grayson saying that their landlord would be here soon. Ethan only groans and buried his head into my neck as I cuddle into him more. He rubbed my back as he kissed my exposed skin on my neck, not wanting to get up.

“I have to get up,” he said into my neck. I brought my hand up to his hair and combed through the tangles. “Will you walk around with us? I think it would be nice if you met him too,” I nodded as I sat up. Needing to get ready now.

I only put on some lulu leggings with the burnt orange dt merch in Ethan’s closet. He wore sweatpants, a baggy tan shirt and a beanie, to hide is bedhead. He grabbed my hand and brought me out to the living room where we heard voices. Grayson and the landlord. (I’m just going to put Walt’s name as the landlord because I know it’s the actor, i don’t know the real landlords name)

The landlord smiled at us and shook Ethan’s hand, now turning to me.

“Walt,” he only said, pulling his hand in front of me, wanting to shake my hand. I shook it nicely, with a beaming smile, seems like a nice man.

“Y/n!” I said nicely, looking up at Ethan. “Ethan’s girlfriend.” Walt nodded and proceeded to look around the living room.

“You gotta make sure that mounting is good, you know that right? If you sit on this couch and it’s not good, it can just fall on ya,” Walt said as I furrowed my eyebrows. I didn’t know he was critiquing everything.

We walked into the dining room and kitchen, Walt threw his hands up and shook his head.

“Yellow chairs? Yellow chairs?” He turned his head towards us and I wrapped my arm around Ethan’s waist, not liking this at all. Gray and E try to reason with him but he only shook his turning toward the dark blue wall. “Do you know how many coats it takes to cover that up?” He said but before he could let us answer, he cut us off, “a lot. I mean, might as well do it soon because it probably won’t be done by then.” I only rolled my eyes as I turned my head to lean on E’s shoulder, not liking this tour after all.

We walked into the extra room where Ethan’s drums sets are and the extra bed and couch. Ethan and I stood by his set as I stood slightly in front of him, his hands on my shoulder.

“I mean, every time I play I don’t get complaints, the neighbors never say anything,” Ethan tried to reason but Walt cut him off again.

“You’re not the one that would get the complaints though. I was the one that grew up here.” He said taking a step forward. Ethan pulled me closer as I said no word.

“Can you please step away from them,” Grayson said walking closer to us. Walt shook his head and threw up his hands.

“I mean might as well move you guys out! Leave! In 7 days!” My eyes widened in shock. We have to leave in 7 days. That’s literally impossible.

“That’s ridiculous!” I said, shaking my head. “I mean that’s practically impossible!” He leaned closer to me and shot his eyes into my own.

“Well listen up little girl, I have the papers set up in my car already,” he said. Ethan pulled me behind him, Grayson stepping in.

“Hey! I said back away from them!” He said and what looked like from my point of view, he got slapped, the loud clasping sound of a hand to skin. Ethan immediately pushed me more behind him, making me bump into the wall, as Graysons laugh rang through the house. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked closely as I figured out this was a prank.

“Bro, I got you good!” Grayson said as he sat down on the purple couch. “Bow down!” He said but Ethan just stood there. “Bow down! You know I got you.” Ethan did reluctantly and sat down.

“You only got me because I was tired,” Ethan said as he looked over to me.

“No, I got you because y/n didn’t even know this was happening and you totally went into protective boyfriend mode.” I smiled and laughed slightly, getting up and leaning over to kiss Ethan’s cheek.

“Thank you, handsome, I’ll be in your room,” I said as he grabbed my hand. He nodded as I walked off to his room.

Ethan plopped down beside me on his bed, getting under the covers.

“Just know that I’ll always protect, okay,” he said, snuggling into me. I smiled and kissed him softly.

“I love you Ethan,” I said with a smile.

“I love you to gorgeous, and don’t forget that.”

#dolan twins imagines #dolan twins smut #ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan smut #grayson dolan imagine #nolan dolan #ethan blurb #ethan dolan one shot #ethan grant dolan #grayson bailey dolan

[ernmark]

i'm losing my mind over the space vegas married fic.. what does juno remember about that night? what is he going to think when he wakes up?

I’m so glad that you’re enjoying it!

For those who can’t find it, here’s Part 1 and Part 2.

It’s supposed to be a joke. It’s such an old gag that it’s not even funny anymore– all the humor’s worn off it. 

“Better take me with you,” Mick had said. “If you’re gonna have some wild drunken wedding, I want to be your best man!”

It’s just a joke, goddammit. Not even that anymore– it’s a trope. Which is probably why Rita cited the same goddamn thing not even a day later. 

“Of course ya gotta bring me, boss! What if you have too much fun and have a whirlwind romance with some beautiful stranger and wake up married? I gotta be your maid of honor, boss! I just gotta!”

And Juno was pissed. The damn joke wasn’t funny the first time, but the second time around it was downright insulting. What did they take him for? Sure, he liked to drink now and again and again, but he wasn’t that kind of girl.

And yet here he is, spooning a complete stranger in a honeymoon sweet while wearing yesterday’s booze-splashed clothes and the gaudiest ring he’s ever seen outside of a case. 

Goddammit.

Rita’s going to be outraged. Mick’s gonna make that kicked-puppy face. And Diamond–

Maybe it’s a good thing Diamond left Mars. Juno doesn’t even want to imagine the look on their face if they found out– would they be angry that he moved on so fast, or disappointed that what they had meant so little to him? Or would they just be relieved that they got out when they did?

He shakes his head too fast, and the lingering hangover sends a spike of pain through his skull that doesn’t leave room for any other thoughts. It’s a lousy trick, but it’s effective. 

He drags himself out of bed and trudges toward the bathroom. He doesn’t like the idea of a shower right now, but he smells awful enough that even he’s offended, and his tongue feels like a derelict apartment’s moldy carpet. Hygiene has to happen.

But before he can reach the bathroom door, he hears a yawn from the bed. 

When Juno looks back, the fresh wave of guilt almost knocks him over.

What he saw last night was distorted by alcohol, and he knew it even then. The man who emerges from the blankets is unfairly gorgeous, sleek and suave even in those first moments of consciousness. Instead of bedhead his shiny black hair is artistically tousled; his smeared makeup is bold and rakish; his half-unbuttoned shirt drapes over him like an invitation.  

Anyone would take one look at him and say “okay, yeah, I get it. I’d marry him, too.”

And then they’d look back at Juno Steel and ask “but what the hell did he do to get stuck with you?”

The thought of it curdles in his stomach. 

The man yawns, showing off a row of teeth so sharp that Juno can just about feel them in his skin, and he restrains a shiver. 

“Good morning,” the man says. He doesn’t sound surprised, but that doesn’t mean much in a place like this.

“It’s Nureyev, right?” Juno asks, and the man jolts slightly. Yeah, that was his name. “How much do you remember from last night?”

“Only bits and pieces, I’m afraid.” Nureyev takes his glasses from the bedside table and looks at Juno for a moment. “I don’t suppose you could enlighten me?”

“Ever heard of a Venusian wedding?” Juno asks. 

Nureyev’s gaze sinks to the ring on Juno’s left hand. “I see.”

“Congratulations. We’re a stereotype.” Juno scowls. “The name’s Juno Steel, by the way.” 

“You seem to know mine.”

Juno can’t help but bristle. “I didn’t entrap you or anything, alright? I was as drunk as you were last night. It’s just that alcohol never did much to make me forget.” His voice goes low. “I wouldn’t have done this to you if I was thinking straight.” 

“Done this to me?” Nureyev asks carefully, as if he’s fielding a mine. 

“Annulments are pretty quick on planets like these, but they’re as expensive as the weddings are cheap. And they take time.” 

There’s another tiny shift in his expression as he adjusts to a new bit of information. “And I take it there’s no option to file for an annulment remotely?”

“Nope. It’s something that has to be done here.” That’s how they get you: they make the weddings cheap and the atmosphere romantic and the liquor strong and plentiful, and then once you’ve made a mistake, all involved parties need to extend their stay by weeks and pay a fortune in fees while they file the paperwork. He sighs. “Listen, there’s a lot of logistics to hash out, and I really don’t want to do that smelling like a night club’s dumpster. You mind if we continue this conversation after I take a shower?”

“Of course,” Nureyev says, and then his lips rise into a soft, kind smile that almost hides those wicked teeth. “Over breakfast, perhaps?”

“Right.” Juno clears his throat. A cold shower. Those are usually better for hangovers, anyway. “You need the bathroom before I use it?”

Nureyev tilts his head. “Ladies first.”

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