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Feels Like Home, part 25

TW: emotional and actual smut. Please don't read unless you are 18 or over.

Some days I wish I could go back in time. Not to change anything, but to feel a few things twice. Tonight was one of those nights.

We pull into the driveway with the tree still resting in the back. Before he can open my door, I hop out of the car and into his arms. I can. not wait for another second to be in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and start unbuttoning his shirt and placing kisses on his chest, His skin is hot and inviting, He smells incredible, like pine trees and wood chips and a little bit of cinnamon. He doesn't falter, he reaches one arm under my ass and holds me there and he searches for the house key.

I meet his lips with mine and I hear him moan. His voice sounds thick like syrup and rich like molasses and tobacco. I can't escape all of the images from the day. I remember how his kind words have spoken to my soul and how he has always spoken the truth to my heart.

He doesn't stop kissing me, doesn't remove his lips from mine or comes up for air until we are in the bedroom.

"I have a surprise for you outside of this room, but I am afraid that it must wait. I am not stopping until I have shown you the depths of my feelings for you."

"No complaints," I staccato my words in between breaths as I throw his shirt to the floor. He still has not put me down but is heading straight to bed. His steps are quick, his lips have now taken mine as his hands have also taken my ass hostage.

He places me on the bed and slows down a bit, running his hands through my hair. "Hang on a second," He leaves me there, full of desire and I see him begin to light candles. As they light up, I notice that peonies fill every available space in the bedroom, the smell at once delights me and sends me back into one of my favorite memories. The candles flicker and the peonies, orange, and peach, fill the room with the loveliest of smells. Every sense had been accounted for. It doesn't;t surprise me. He is very thoughtful and quite meticulous when he wants to be.

He returns to bed, looming over me. His face is mere inches from mine. His eyes are dark as if there is something that he can't verbalize, and a desire that drives me wild. I watch him forcibly control the pace of his movements, prolonging the wait for our union. Forcibly controlling himself to prolong our pleasure.

I know this night is important to both of us. This moment is full of promises and is decisively more than just a moment of pleasure. I wish I could explain to him that it means as much to me, but I think in his heart he knows. We both waited for this moment until it was right, My mind is clear. I am where I want to be, I am who I want to be with for the rest of my moments.

The candlelight accentuates every muscle on his body. He is beautiful, as his chest glistens in the dim light, I think about the way he handled the saw, the way that I know his strong body would protect me, thinking of the way that he kept himself safe all of those years. My attraction to him is so much more than how he looks, it is the soul of who he is. He cares deeply and loves hard. He remembers things that make me feel special. He is so stubborn, but that works in love as well as in life. With him, I am safe, I am challenged, I am satisfied.

His hand returns to my hair, and his eyes lock on mine. he brushes it out of my face and lets it float down onto his pillows. We just lay that way for a minute relishing the warmth and love in the room.

"Thank you, Mahri," he begins, "for loving me, for giving me the chance to be with you, I love you in every possible way."

He turns me to the side as he wraps his arms around me. "You have me unhinged at the moment and I am not ready for that quite yet."

He smiles and refocuses, his hand traces the hair on my forehead. "I love your mind, the way that it works, to solve problems, to find creative solutions, to learn new things. Your mind is brilliant and you often surprise me with your intellect, not many people do." He leans down and places gentle, slow kisses across my forehead.

"I love your eyes, because, well, they are beautiful, the most gorgeous green that I have ever seen." He pauses and sighs, "They are so easy to get lost in. I love them even more because they are your window to the world. I love the way that you see things. You notice the needs of people just by observing them. You notice the details that most people miss. When your eyes meet mine, my body feels warm. I see your love for me through your eyes. I love the ease with which you can share your tears, making me feel as though the pain that I carry is not alone, that you carry part of it too." He puts his hand on my cheek and then kisses one eyelid and then the other. It is a gesture that one may expect to be done to a baby or a sweet child, but when he does it to me, I feel treasured and adored. This is a feeling that most women don't get to feel.

"I love your ears," He whispers as he brushes my hair behind one of them. I grimace because loving someone's ears is a little weird but the way his breath feels on my skin is divine. His voice lowers into this sexy growl, "...because I love the way that you listen to me and have this amazing ability to hear what I am really trying to say, even when I stumble over the words. I love the way that you make my words feel important and my thoughts feel validated." He takes my ear gently between his teeth and nibbles on it a little bit, tugging a little with his teeth. I can't believe how this makes me feel, it makes me shiver. A moan slips out and I can feel him smile.

"I love your lips, the way they taste when you kiss me, like honeysuckle and cardamom, I love the feeling of our tongues in the exploration of each other. I also love, maybe more so, the way that the corners of your mouth curl up right after you have said something cheeky, or the way your smile is so big when you laugh that your nose crinkles just a little, or the way that you say things that make me laugh, and blush, and cry. You and your lips are amazing," He pauses and brings my lips quietly to his own. He is displaying such tender care, that it melts my heart. As quickly as the kisses start, they turn demanding. His hands begin to roam my body, grabbing my ass, my legs, my breasts, whatever he can get his hands on. It is a whirlwind. We are a mess, a hot, sweaty, needy mess, completely out of control. Then he pulls back, and my lips try to follow his, but he won't allow it. He is driving me crazy, but I know that he is not done yet.

He is catching his breath.

He slowly grabs my shirt and pulls it off over my head. He is gentle and I don't know how he manages to go from greedy to delicate in such a short time. I want him, it is taking all of my restraint to let him finish his thoughts.

His finger gently grazes the tender part of my neck and traces a line down from my collarbone to my heart. He traces the fine line for a moment, his eyes are still dark, but in the corner, I can see a tear begging to form. then he speaks as his hands trace circles over my heart. "This is what I love most of all. I don't know how or why you love me and those of us around you, I don't know how you are so good at meeting us where we are. I don't know how you make me want to be a better man, how you have taught me to hope in a hopeless world, taught me to love and accept love when I thought that wasn't possible for me. You have caused me to break through every barrier I had and I am a better person than I ever thought I could be. Your heart has given me the strength to deal with things from my past and move freely into my future." He leans down and kisses my neck following the line that he had traced earlier, down to my heart.

Once there, he apparently loses control of himself. He quickly, and I mean quickly, unhooks my bra and kisses more of me, teasing my nipples with his tongue, He takes them with his lips, biting and twisting them in the most toe-turning way. I am awkward in my skin, the electricity and fire forming into intense shocks that move through my body. My hands roam his body, covering every inch of skin that I can find. There is never enough. I can't ever be close enough to him. I pull and I scratch, trying to alleviate the raw animal desire that is building within me.

He is ravenous, his lips reaching for more, his body grappling for position. He is on top of me holding me down with his hips, God, those hips, He is claiming me and I am more than willing to be claimed. Suddenly, he rolls us over. I am on top, straddling him and his hand is on my ass, clenching and pulling me closer while his lips still vie for more, always seeking more. He moves his hands up to my waistband as he begins removing me from my pants. I begin to grind against his leg and a noise I can't explain escapes from his mouth. "Mahri, you are going to make it impossible to make this moment last." He whispers emphatically.

He shifts me underneath him and moves down my body with his strong hands that deliver such gentle touches. His lips on my body, which are near the belly button, stop at my hips, They are demanding. They will take control, they are unrelenting. His tongue heads straight for the glorious folds that are already waiting for him, already wet, divert at the last minute to the inside of my thigh, where the nibbles and kisses and the gentlest of touches move down to my toes and back up again.

Every inch of my body that he touches, makes it harder for me to let him take the power at the moment. His mouth begins its journey back toward my center. I feel his tongue enter the glorious spot that has been waiting so long for him.

God, how I want him. I want him now.

It is then that I realize that he has way too many clothes on and I can't have that. I pull him up and grab his belt releasing it and ridding him of his pants.

Now, as I see him completely vulnerable, exposed to me, He is even more beautiful. I see his soul when he looks at me with those dark, lust-filled eyes. I see the future of us together. I hear the words that he just spoke a few moments ago. He has resumed kissing me and it is incredible but my mind is focused on the incredible human that he is and the fortune that I have to be with. He is a man whose unfailing love and trust will stand behind me and all of my crazy ideas. He will hold me up when I fall, cry when I am sad, and drive me wild in bed. He reaches that perfect spot in my body that attempts to send me over the edge. "I Love You..." I manage to scream in the middle of a mind-blowing orgasm, "Fuck, I love you."

I look up at him and I see tears in his eyes, then I take control. I flip him on his back and grab his member, it bulges in my hands. His breathing increases and his eyes roll, then I straddle him and begin my descent onto his body when he pulls my ass closer to his. He is not willing to lose control for long. Interesting. He seems so rational, but in the bedroom, it is a different story. Not that I mind, a forceful man is damn sexy and I need him inside me.

When our bodies unite, all of the electricity that has been building, all of the emotions that we have been feeling, and all of the love that we share, come together. He pushes himself deep inside, each thrust deeper and longer and fuller than the last. I can't get enough, I can't be close enough to him. He can't push to a place that is too far. He looks at me and locks on my eyes, his eyes almost black. "Come for me, Baby, " I almost beg. He thrusts one final time, burying himself deep inside and I feel the release. He grabs my body and pulls it close to his. He is shaking. He won't let go.

"Baby, are you alright? Did I do something?" I ask, suddenly insecure.

"I..." he is still breathing deeply "...just had an out-of-body experience or utter bliss and complete and total satisfaction. I don't quite know how to describe it. My body doesn't know how to respond to receiving everything it never thought it could have. And you and this body are more than the finest artists could have ever created."

I have no words to vocalize the depth of my love for him, he is supposed to be the awkward one, the one without words to say what he thinks, but tonight he has communicated all of his thoughts and the depths of his feelings and I am the one who is at a loss. I have no words to explain how I feel in this moment, no words to explain how I am already waiting with bated breath for our next time together, no words to adequately describe how this is the single most exemplary moment of my life, but I think, somehow, he knows. My only response, lame it is, comes from a poem that I read once in high school when I wanted desperately to feel like I do right now. In a choppy voice, as tears threaten to release themselves, I squeak out, "You are my sun, and my moon, and all of the stars."

He removes himself from my body and pulls me in close. I am in no hurry to move. We lay there in the afterglow. I roll onto my side and lay my head on his chest as he pulls the covers up around me. I begin to hear him hum the song that we first danced to. I remember that it spoke of growing old and still dancing together when the world around them fell away. It is the thought and the dream that I now hold in my heart. I hear the hum turn into deep breathing and I know he is at peace as am I.

I haven't had many moments that I want to relive, even if I did, this feeling of being whole and completely united with someone, with Jake who is my perfect other half and the last love that I will know, is at the top of my list, with a bullet. When I am old and gray and my brain is gone, I know this memory will remain as will our love.

**poem that is quoted is from e.e. cummings.

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[avintagekiss24]

one cup sugar, one cup spice | a. barber

→ pairing: andy barber x black!reader

→ word count: 7074

→ warnings: age gap, corruption kink, innocent reader, daddy kink, pain kink, smut, sex, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, hand job (male receiving)

→ author note: happy holidays my dudes! what i would do to have andy barber standing in my kitchen... anyway, reader is i n n o c e n t, but totally of age, and in college. as always, line breaks by @firefly-graphics​, gif by @evansensations​

There’s a light dust of white covering the green lawns and black asphalt of the street. You shiver as you follow your parents out towards their car, pulling your beanie down over your ears before you shove your hands into your navy blue Dartmouth hoodie.

“Honey,” your mom coos, turning back towards you as your dad loads the car, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? Your aunt has plenty of room.”

“I’m positive,” you laugh, “Aunt Sohpie and I don’t get along that great anyway.”

“Well, you could try a little harder.”

Your mouth drops open, eyes wide as you stare at her, “She called me a stuck up, yuppie bitch when I told her I wasn’t going to stop using deodorant.”

Your dad chuckles, prompting a swift slap to the shoulder from your mother before she turns back towards you, “Sophie is a free spirit. She doesn’t believe in putting chemicals in or on her body. One week of trying to get along won’t hurt you.”

“Oh, it’ll hurt,” you answer, pulling her into a hug, “Smelling her B.O. for a week would actually kill me.”

Your mother tuts, pulling back and slumping her shoulders a little as she squeezes your sides gently, “I don’t want to leave you here alone for Christmas.”

“Oh, stop badgering the girl. She’ll be fine,” your dad cuts in, kissing your forehead when he approaches, “She had a tough semester, she’s allowed some alone time. Be good, baby. I left a credit card on my desk for any emergencies.”

You smile warmly, “Thanks daddy.”

There’s a sound of a door opening, then closing, heavy footsteps against the old wood of the porch next door, “Oh, Andy,” your mom calls towards the neighbor, “You got a minute?”

Your face scrunches as you glance over at your father, who sighs heavy, “Don’t get mad, baby.”

“Why would I get mad?”

“She kinda, you know,” he shrugs, knocking his head back and forth, “Asked the neighbor to look in on you while we’re gone,” when your face drops, he throws up his hands, “I didn’t do it, she did.”

“Mom!” You hiss, flipping your eyes to the tall, dark haired man cutting across his front lawn, “I don’t need a babysitter! I’m twenty years old!”

“Hush,” she whispers, plastering a smile on her face as she wraps her arm around your waist, “Sorry to bother you, Andy.”

“Oh, no, no, no. It’s okay, I was just checking the mail.”

You’re angry and embarrassed as the tall, older man approaches, but a sudden heat blooms across your chilled brown skin. Pushing your glasses up your nose, you take a heavy breath, expelling it hard as you eye him. You’ve only really seen him in passing, throwing your hand up in a friendly wave as you jogged into your childhood home during a long weekend away from school. You only vaguely remember him moving in about a year or two before. Hell, you don’t even think the two of you have uttered anything more than just a neighborly ‘hey’, and now, thanks to your mother, he’s going to be keeping an eye on you.

Just wonderful.

She smiles proudly, “You remember our daughter, right?”

“I do,” he smiles slowly, an intense pair of blue-green eyes bouncing between yours, “We’ve run into each other a few times over the years. How you doin’ kiddo?”

He reaches out, extending a large palm and long fingers. You take it gently, smiling soft as you drop your eyes from his, nerves suddenly pooling in your stomach, “Um, good. Thanks for asking. How um,” you swallow, glancing back up at him, finding his eyes still centered on you, “How are you?”

He shrugs, but keeps your much smaller hand in his, “Can’t complain.”

“Listen, honey,” your mom starts, “I asked Mr. Barber to pop over and check on you every now and again while we’re gone.”

“Mother,” fake laughter filling the air, your face hot from being annoyed to all hell, “I’m not a child, and I’m sure Mr. Barber has better things to do with his time than to check on me constantly.”

“It’s no problem,” he shrugs again, those eyes of his now roaming, down your body, then up again, slowly, “I have the next couple of weeks off myself.”

“Congrats on the promotion, by the way.” Your father smiles, finally drawing Andy’s attention away from you. He nudges your side with his elbow, “Andy’s the new District Attorney.”

You keep your eyes on the tall Andy, sliding them the length of his body. He’s sturdy. Broad shoulders not so hidden underneath his zip up hoodie, clinging to thick biceps. Dark jeans accentuate long legs and a little waist. A perfect, full beard lines his strong jaw and chin. Two enormous hands are shoved into the pockets of his pants, so large that they don’t even fit right… You inhale deep, drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, sinking your teeth into the flesh as a tiny moan slips through.

Blue eyes snap to you again as it sounds. God. Your lips part, eyes widen as they stare back at him in embarrassment. He just smiles again, slow and seemingly knowing; his eyes falling down your frame again.

“We better go if we’re gonna miss traffic, hun.” Your dad’s voice suddenly breaks into your conscience, snapping you out of the small trance that Andy Barber has leveled over you, “Andy, thanks for watching over our baby while we’re gone.”

Andy winks at you, “I won’t hover, I promise. If you need anything, at any time, I’m right next door, okay? Better yet, let me give you my number.”

You nod quick, clearing your throat as you fumble around with your phone, pulling it out of your hoodie and handing it over to him, “Sure, yeah. Th-thank you, Mr. Barber.”

“Andy,” he corrects, reaching out and cupping your elbow gently, “Please.”

Another warmth spreads through you, emanating from the contact, making you giggle and smile nervously like a stupid girl before you get a hold of yourself and blink away. You all exchange another round of pleasantries, Andy wishing your parents a safe trip before he locks eyes with you again— biting his lip as he blinks and hands your phone back before turning away and heading towards his mailbox.

Almost frozen in place, you blink as you watch him move across his grass, forcefully swallowing. You really need to get out more.

One last hug from your mom and dad and you wave as they pull out of the driveway, your mom waving excitedly at you through the windshield. Rolling your eyes, but smiling wide, you return a wave before heading back inside, locking the door behind you before making a brisk b-line to the front door.

Andy’s still outside, pushing the green trash cans up against his garage as you peek out at him from behind the thin, white, door curtains. He throws open one of the lids before dipping his head, eyeing the mail in his hand as he flips through it slowly, tossing the junk into the open can. A pink blush piques on his cheeks and the tip of his nose, lips red with the chill. He looks up suddenly— out of nowhere— and cocks his head, letting another smile curl onto his lips when the two of you make eye contact again.

You gasp and jump back, instantly turning on your heel to run up the stairs towards your bedroom, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The smell of fresh baked cookies fills the house as you pull a pan from the oven. You hum in satisfaction, a small smile on your face as you scoop the sugar cookies onto the cooling rack before pulling your mom’s Santa Claus mittens off your hands and tossing them to the counter. Last Christmas by Wham plays from the small bluetooth speaker in the corner of the kitchen, A Charlie Brown Christmas on mute playing from the ipad leaning against the utensil holder.

There’s a random crackling from the fire you started in the living room as you move around, a whir from the mixer as it beats the eggs, powdered sugar, vanilla extract, and corn syrup together. You dip your finger into the mixture, popping it into your mouth and groaning as the sweetness explodes on your tongue before you pull the beaters out, slipping your finger down the stainless steel to collect the icing still stuck to them.

A knock sounds from the front door, permeating through the rather quiet house. You lean to the side, blinking at the door as a shadow shifts through the windows on either side. Shoving the icing laden finger into your mouth, you jog towards the door, bare feet heavy against the wood floor.

“One second, one second,” you mumble, wiping your hands on your pale pink cotton shorts before you tug at your hoodie and unlock the door. A sharp inhale of cold air fills your chest when you pull open the door to find one Andy fucking Barber standing on the opposite side, “Oh,” is all you can manage.

“Hey,” he smiles, “It’s been a few days, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Being a biomedical engineering student, you can rattle off some of the most difficult, obscure words known to man with exactly zero problems. When it comes to social interaction with the hot, forty-something, lawyer next door? Your tongue is heavy, your brain… dumb.

His smile widens as you blink like a moron, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead as he waits for you to talk. Here’s the part where you speak, dumbass! “Um,” you stutter, “Sorry, I, uh, yeah, I’m okay. I’m good, sorry.”

“Smells good in here.”

Nodding, you bite your lip, your eyes everywhere but on his face— his stare just too much, “I’m making cookies.” you glance over your shoulder before you point, “Do you want to make some? I mean,” you slam your eyes closed, “Do you want to try some? Not, some, one, do you— do you want to try one? Or some… I guess… whatever.”

Idiot. You’re a bumbling, stumbling, idiot.

He chuckles, the rumble low and deep as he runs one of those big ass hands through his dark, soft looking hair, “That is the best offer I’ve had all day.”

He steps over the threshold, his fingers brushing over yours as he reaches to close the door. You snatch your hand from it quickly, wringing it within the other as you turn awkwardly and move towards the kitchen, swallowing hard, suddenly hyper aware of how bare your legs are.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” Andy starts from behind you, “I’m surprised to find you here and not out with some friends.”

You move behind the marble topped island in the center of the kitchen as Andy walks around the opposite side. His eyes are on you again, staring as you fumble with the spatula, your fingers going as dumb as your brain, dropping it with a loud clang. You don’t even know why— okay, you know why, but this is something deeper, something you haven’t experienced before.

“Oh,” you shrug, “No, I uh, I just kinda like to stay around the house.”

He nods slowly, “A homebody, huh? Me too.”

He makes you dizzy; his masculinity is intimidating. It fills up every little space in the room. His intelligence— worldly, experienced—  oozes from him. He looks like you could ask him anything, anything, and he’d have the right answer for you. He could teach you a thing or two, that’s for sure.

A shudder creeps through your body, heat blooming across your skin, having to shift on your feet as your stomach flutters while you focus on icing this stupid cookie. The physical space he takes up unnerves you too. That wide, towering frame looming over you. Deft, thick fingers tapping gently against the countertop as you stumble around, your hands shaky.

There’s a stickiness. A warm, little wet spot in the center of your panties as stupid thoughts run through your stupid brain. You’re being ridiculous. Like this grown man would be interested in an inexperienced, socially awkward, in bed by eight thirty, little girl. Get a grip.

You slather some icing over the warm cookie and cautiously hand it towards him, clearing your throat and forcing a smile. Wringing your hands again, you find a little courage to lift your eyes just as he pops the small cookie into his mouth, closing his eyes as he chews slowly, a grunt sounding from deep in his throat.

Every muscle in your body clenches at the sound. It’s gorgeous— and if there’s anything your body appreciates, it’s a gorgeous man with a gorgeous grunt.

“It’s okay?” You squeak, timid and small before you nervously clear your throat.

“Shit, girl,” he moans again, licking his lips as he extends his hand again, “I could eat every single one of these.”

Nervous fingers clutch another cookie, adding a dollop of icing before you hand it over to him, eyes drifting up his chest and to his face as he devours the second treat. Your curious eyes watch with a longing. Pretty, thick, dark eyelashes closing again, splashing across smooth, slightly reddened cheeks. A pink tongue darts out of a wet mouth to slip along an inviting— too inviting— bottom lip, and you zero in on it. Chest rising and falling a little harder as you blink, in your own little world as you imagine just how much experience those lips, that tongue has.

There’s a hint of blue suddenly, his eyes no longer closed, now set squarely on you as those sickenly perfect white teeth emerge with another sly smile.

Another wave of embarrassment pushes through your veins, but you can’t look away from him this time. Locked in a heated stare, mind racing, palms sweaty as you watch Andy dip his index finger into the bowl of icing, scooping the sugary mix onto the pad of his digit.

“You like watching me, huh?”

Your mouth parts to answer, but nothing comes out, mouth and throat suddenly dry. He laughs at you, standing there, dumb and nervous, unable to form a coherent sentence as he pushes the tip of his finger into his mouth, sucking the icing from it slowly.

He’s moving, that much your brain can comprehend. Moving around the island, sliding the bowl of icing right to the edge where he dips his finger again, curling it to collect another glob.

Shallow, shaky breaths escape the small part in your lips, your chest and stomach so tight you’re surprised you can breathe at all. As it is, you have to rest your palm against the marble island, just to keep from falling over.

A long arm slips around your waist, nudging you forward— closer— so close that when one of those shallow, little breaths pushes out, your chest, well, your tits, brush against his. You picked a fine day to go without a bra. He drops his free hand to your waist, pushing it underneath your oversized hoodie to feel your skin as he wraps those long fingers around your hip, giving it a squeeze before he cups your chin.

“You have a boyfriend back at that fancy ass school?” He asks, eyes hooded as he tilts your head upward.

A hum vibrates through your chest before there’s a quick shake of your head as he pushes the icing over your bottom lip, smearing the sugary mix along it. He keeps your chin anchored in his hand as he stares down at you through slits, his own mouth dropping open as he coaxes yours.

“No, a smart girl like you doesn’t have time for boys, does she?” He purrs, “You probably haven’t even been touched by a boy.”

A squeak chokes in your throat as he teases you, pushing that finger back and forth, the tip pushing ever so gently into your mouth. He chuckles again, real low, menacing almost as he knows he has you right where he wants you.

“Ya know,” he starts, thumbs stroking your chin and jaw, “This Christmas cookie frosting would taste a hundred times better on you than my finger.” He smiles again, tilting his head, “Can I see?”

You mewl, pitiful and small as emotion pools in your eyes. You’re overwhelmed— nervous and unsure, wanting to be perfect. Womanly— but surely falling flat.

“Oh, baby,” he laughs, sweeping his thumbs underneath your eyes to catch the hot streaks, “Awww, it’s okay.”

Andy pushes in close, his lips brushing yours as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of yours, a low sound thrumming in his throat. He presses his cheek against your face, the soft hair of his beard pushing along your skin, goosebumps popping up all over. Your bodies start to sway in a slow rhythm, side to side, his warm breath washing over you as he smiles.

He pulls away, eyes traveling your face, “You haven’t even been kissed before?” When you don’t answer, he closes his eyes, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, “No? Oh, my sweet girl. That is just,” he groans, eyes twinkling with an emotion you don’t even understand, “You are so perfect— so good.”

His forehead comes to rest on yours, his hands still corralling your face, fingers sticky. His tongue darts out quick, licking at your lips, dragging up to the tip of your nose. You shudder, bleating as the rough velvet passes over your mouth.

Andy moans again, sucking the icing into his mouth and swallows slow, “Yum.”

You’re jittery— clammy, as labored breaths push out of your mouth, a murky fog clouding your brain. Shaky whirs tremble through your chest as you shift on your feet, your panties sticking to your now throbbing pussy. Andy closes the distance between your mouths again, his eyes hooded as he nips at you.

Your eyes flutter, closing instinctively— waiting for the claim. It doesn’t come, not right away, making your eyes pop open, a childish whine squeaking out. You even stomp your foot a little. Twenty years is a long enough wait.

“Kiss me,” you breathe, not wasting a second, “Please, Andy—”

The words are barely out of your mouth before he grabs your lips, inhaling deep. His tongue fucks into your mouth, slipping along the roof before massaging yours, sucking lightly. You go limp against him, trying to keep up with the fervent kiss, but soon just let him take full control.

Andy pushes his hips into yours, pressing his hard cock against you, forcing you to break the kiss, gasping deep. He rests his forehead on yours again, tittering as he bites his bottom lip, “Never felt that before, huh? Mmmm,” he groans again, “I bet you feel good. So tight and warm— umph, I’m probably not even going to be able to fit my cock all in.”

You shudder at the thought.

He brushes the tip of his nose against yours, “I gotta open you up a bit, don’t I? Hmm? This sweet little cunt needs to get used to being stuffed full.” He turns you in his hands, presses his burly chest into your back, his lips to your ear, “I want you to finish icing these cookies like a good girl, okay? You do as daddy says.”

You don’t move, you can’t really, as you try to comprehend what’s going on. It takes Andy pushing his crotch into your ass, grinding your hips against the island and literally grabbing your wrists, making your hands grab the butter knife and a cookie before your brain catches up. With shaky fingers, you push the knife through the icing and slather it on one of the small, round, golden brown cookies.

“Good girl,” he praises, pecking your cheek, nuzzling into the side of your face, “Daddy wants you to focus.”

He drags his warm palms up your forearms, stroking gently before they fall to your sides. They push up into your hoodie, fingertips glancing across sensitive, untouched skin. Small laughter vibrates through his chest as you jump and gasp, huffing and keening as he explores.

Little kisses are pressed to your temple and side of your face as his hands venture up your sides, curling around your rib cage until he’s grasping your bare tits in both hands, squeezing and kneading— hissing as he grinds his rigidly hard cock into your ass.

You freeze, body going stiff as nimble fingers play with your thick, piqued nipples. Warm lips nip at your neck as you push back into his hips, wiggling slowly, the thin cotton of your shorts not proving to be much of a barrier at all.

Andy reaches around, plucking the cookie out of your hand and pops it into his mouth just as his free hand skips down your stomach— right into your shorts. You jut your hips forward as his fingers plunge through your folds, massaging your clit slowly as he murmurs in your ear.

“That’s what I love about virgins. The slightest little touch gets you all worked up.” He pulls his hand from your shorts, holding it out for you to see your slick coating his fingers— a string connecting from his index finger to the middle. He brings his wet fingers to your lips, steel eyes peering at you as he waits, “Clean ‘em up.”

He slides his free hand back into your sweatshirt, pushing it up over your tits before he tweaks your left nipple, rolling it slow as he pushes the tips of his fingers into your mouth. Sweet, tiny little whines sound from you as you accept his long fingers into your mouth, starting to suck gently, the taste of your arousal exploding on your tongue.

“That’s right, just like that baby.” He reassures, slipping a hand back into your panties.

Your mouth goes slack around his fingers as he toys with you, rubbing your achy clit as your hips start to move with his rhythm. Resting your weight against his sturdy body, you moan loud, pushing out hard breaths, eyes slipping closed, head rolling on his shoulder as his wet fingers slip from your mouth back to your left nipple.

His fingers start to tease your slit, pushing gently, slowly, until… a sharp yelp fills the kitchen as two fingers stuff you full. Andy wraps his arm around your waist, holding you to him, cooing in your ear as he continues to push in, “You’re okay baby. I know, I know sweet girl, we’re almost there. Just a bit more.”

Tears sting your eyes as your face strains from the pressure and pain of being spread for the first time. Once his fingers have disappeared, the heel of his palm pressing against your folds and clit, he pulls your chin towards him and licks at your mouth, sucking air in between his teeth.

“I can’t wait to fuck this sweet pussy,” he kisses you quick and hard, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before he releases you with a loud smack, “I love a virgin cunt. It’s been a while since I’ve had one.”

You squeak when his fingers start to move, slow, deep, a squelch sounding as his fingers push into your muscles. It hurts, but there’s a twinge of good, something inside of you being pleasured once you push past the pain. The sweet taste of pleasure doesn’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks as his fingers pick up a brisk pace.

Andy growls in your ear, the sound scratching at the back of his throat, kind of hollow and breathy as he grinds his cock into your ass, “You havent fucked yourself like this before? I didn’t think I’d hurt you this bad with just my fingers, baby.”

A hot, rough wetness slides along your cheek, his tongue, lapping at you. You grab onto his forearm, feeling his muscles tense and flex as he fingers your innocence, digging your nails into the thick Shetland wool sweater covering his torso. He pushes deep, suddenly, making you cry out again.

He grunts, snaking his hand up into your hoodie to take a firm hold of your tit. Resting his forehead to the back of your head, he quickens his fingers, his hot breath on the back of your neck, quick swipes of his tongue and lips against your hypersensitive skin— making the miniscule hairs on your body stand on end.

His palm presses against your clit with each shove of his fingers. Strapping, hard chest flattened to your back, loud, husky moans in your ear. His hips roll and push, writhe into yours as his fingers start to thrash. Teeth sink into your shoulder, his tongue sliding and sweeping.

“Andy—” you cry, whimpering like a child, “It hurts. I— I can’t,”

“Oh, sweetheart.” His fingers slow and then stop, pulling out of you to rub your clit, soothing the balmy flesh. He turns you around in his arms as you cry, lifting you right from your feet, “I’m sorry. Shh, shh, I’m sorry, baby.”

The instant warmth of his mammoth chest and arms soothe the tumultuous pangs of anxiety coursing through you. Nuzzling in, the softness of his beard helps ease your nerves as you wrap two jelly arms around his neck. Andy’s big hands push up and down your back as he murmurs sweet nothings. Stomach tight, heart fluttering, face hot and wet with tears— you’re properly overwhelmed and overstimulated, and Andy could just eat it all up.

“You are so pretty when you cry, you know that? You did so good, baby. You took my fingers so well.”

You huff, disappointed, pushing your face deeper into his neck, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” he whispers, “It’s okay to not be ready.” He sits you back on your feet, pulling and adjusting your sweatshirt back over your chest. He pecks your lips quick before cupping your face in his hands, “It’s gonna make our first time together so much better.”

He pushes in to kiss you again, but stops, just as his lips brush yours. You get up on your tiptoes, wanting to meet his mouth but he’s quick, pulling away and stealing another cookie as he takes a step back.

“Thanks for the cookies, sweetheart.”

And just like that, with a wink and a smile, he’s moving out of the kitchen, the front door slamming behind him.

It might as well be the middle of a Texas summer heatwave in your bedroom. Exasperated, you throw the covers away from your body, skin slick with sweat as you wipe at your forehead. You’ve been like this all day— hot and irritated, stomach and mind jumbled, unable to focus on much of anything but thoughts of depravity. Pissed off at yourself more than anything; that you couldn’t take it all.

You sit up in the dark room, a sliver of moonlight spilling in from behind the thin curtains over your window. Snow flakes float down from the sky, glimmering, basking in the soft, natural light of the moon. Thoughts of Andy return. Reddened, full lips on your face, his soft, velvety, pink tongue forging its own path in the uncharted territory that is your mouth. His hands, big and warm, pinching and grabbing, pushing in deep.

Every muscle in your body clenches; achy cunt squeezing around nothing.

A soft light illuminates from the nightstand, followed by a buzz, a random alert from your twitter. But then, oh but then— Andy’s words come floating back to you. Better yet, let me give you my number. The sleek iphone is in your hand within seconds, fingers sliding over the keyboard, shooting off a text.

You 1:15am

You up?

Andy B. 1:17am

What’s a smart girl like you doing up so late on Christmas Eve?

An influx of air fills your lungs as your heart leaps.

You 1:17am

I can’t sleep…

Andy B. 1:18am

Want me to help with that?

You won’t be getting much sleep tho…

You 1:18am

That’s what I’m hoping…

Andy B. 1:19am

LOL, okay smarty pants, come wait for Santa with me, front door’s open

You’re already halfway down the stairs by the time his invite slides across the screen. You shove your feet into your Ugg boots at the bottom of the staircase and grab your jacket from the coat rack, pushing into it as you throw open the front door. Crossing your arms over your chest, you jog down the steps of the porch and start for Andy’s, an instant chill rattling right down to your bones.

Footprints in the snow follow you as you cross the lawn, a light crunch sounding underneath your feet, adding to the whoosh of a breeze that rips through the sleepy street. Once you’re on Andy’s porch, you reach for the door, pushing through the threshold and closing it softly with a click.

The house is dark, and quiet, a tiny point of light coming from the kitchen and the random ticks of a clock somewhere deep. Your jacket hits the floor, ugg boots thump against the wall as you kick them off, hand slides along the banister as you climb the stairs slow. Wide eyes adjust to the dark as you pad slowly down the long hall, passing by one closed door, and then another until you reach one that’s slightly ajar. Light spills out of it, splashing over your bare toes as you step right up to it, fingertips pushing against the door.

You find Andy propped up against his headboard, chest bare, legs spread— hard, pink cock sticking out of his boxers, gripped tight in his hand. He flips his eyes to yours as he strokes himself slow, pushing his hips into it, groaning at the sight of you.

The air in your body— the room— is sucked right out as you lock eyes. With a blink, your greedy eyes are on the move, down his hair smattered chest and chiseled stomach, over the dark blue boxer briefs, down his meaty thighs and toned calves, right to his curled toes and back up again.

You have to bite your lip to keep quiet.

“I’ve been,” the words out of his mouth come to a halt being replaced by a low grunt as he squeezes his cock, precum dribbling out of his slit, “Shit sweetheart, I’ve been thinking about you all day. Haven’t been able to cum since you left me all worked up.”

You bleat softly, blinking wild and nervous as you watch his hand slide up and down, palm and fingers sweeping over his mushroom head to collect the droplets of his arousal to push it down his shaft.

“Well, come on. Come touch me.”

It’s a good thing your feet aren’t as stupid as your brain, or else you’d still be standing in place. Before you can get your mind to catch up, you're pulling yourself towards the edge of the bed, falling forward, catching yourself with your hands. Crawling between his legs, your tank top hangs low, Andy’s eyes peering down your cleavage before you sit on your knees— hands trembling.

He reaches for you, grabbing your wrist gently, pulling your hand towards his towering cock. Guiding you slow, he wraps your hand around him, his hips jerking soft at the warmth of your palm and pushes your hand down to his base, before dragging it up to the tip. He helps you for a few more strokes, twisting your hand around him, guiding your fingers up over his cock head and then back down, squeezing your hand to apply a gentle pressure.

“That’s right, baby—ah—” he hisses, jutting his hips up into your hand, “Shit.”

You continue to pump him after his hand falls away, relishing in the small noises that sound from him— sending your heart soaring. His hips pulse into your hand, eyes fluttering as more cum bubbles out, slipping and sliding over your fingers. Andy reaches for the lamp on the nightstand, turning it out, covering the room in darkness except for the moon.

He’s beautiful like this. Chest tight and shuddering with each breath, dark eyelashes splayed over fair skin, a chorus of sweet, small little whines and praise pouring from him. A soft pink blush unfurling over his broad chest, creeping up his neck.

“Fuck baby,” breathless and strained, “You’re a fuckin’ pro already. My smart little girl.” You suck your bottom lip into your mouth but still can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners, “Oh, you like that?” Andy smiles lazily, “You like being my smart little girl?”

Hot lips are on yours before you can even form your mouth to answer. Flipped onto your back, strong hips digging into yours, his cock pushing against your covered clit and slit as he kisses you hard. It takes your breath away.

You’d always thought you’d be awkward, stiff and unknowing, once you finally reached this moment— nothing but teeth and elbows and knees in all the wrong places— but, there’s a natural instinct coming into play. You’re lost, but somehow intricately aware. Fingers creep up his biceps and curl around his shoulder blades, digging in as your hips push back into his. Mouth leans into the feverish kisses, tongue sliding with his.

Colossal hands push into your shorts, pushing them down before his feet knock them off the rest of the way. Your top is rucked up, up over your breasts, exposing more brown skin, two soft, jiggling mounds, two piqued nipples soon sucked into a warm, wet mouth. A long middle finger toys with your clit, rubbing circles before more fingers join, slipping through slick and skin as they play.

“Tell me,” hot, whispered words sting in your ear, “Tell me you like being my smart girl.”

Hips dig into yours once more, hard cock pushing against your sensitive nub, then pressing at your opening. You grab the back of his neck, moaning hard and loud as electricity bounces through your veins, “Andy—” you squeak, “I like—”

A sharp cry breaks through the words as Andy pushes hard, spearing you for the very first time. Pressure and pain courses through you, body going tight and stiff as he sinks deeper and deeper, large palms on your cheeks, forehead to yours, warm breaths and ragged, choked grunts washing over your face.

Hard kisses— one, two, three— on your lips as he holds your face, his eyes closed, mouth hanging as he sinks, sinks, sinks until you’ve taken him all. Your head is empty. Devoid of any real, coherent thoughts, unable to focus on any one thing; well, nothing other than the fullness.

“Tell me you like being my smart girl.” Andy rasps, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to keep himself together. He shifts, hips pulling away from yours, cock dragging out, “Come on baby, tell me you like it.”

Andy pushes his hips, pushes back into you, but real gentle and smooth, knowing you’re teetering— overwhelmed in more ways than one, a feeling that can turn south on a dime. So, he keeps his hands on your face, thumbs rubbing soft circles. He opens his eyes, giving you something to focus on as he moves gently— so, so gently. Keeping you present.

“Use those words, sweet girl. Talk to me.”

Water fills your eyes as you grip, nails biting into the meat of his sides as he fucks you slow and sweet. Heat burns through you, tiny sounds, choked sobs scratch at the back of your throat, but it’s good— feels so good. Your legs push up and around his waist, hands start to snake up his sinewy back, feeling the muscles flex and tighten as he makes you a woman— makes you his.

Safe. Warm. Cocooned between his heavy body and the light mattress. Hips rolling, pushing and pulling. Hot breath over hot skin. Quick, jumbled words, thick and ripe with a heady lust. You like being his smart girl. Gripping fingers, around your face, your wrists, your tits, hips, thighs, ankles— everywhere you could possibly imagine.

Andy flips you over suddenly, his back now pressed into the mattress as you lay on top of him. He positions you right where he wants you— sitting you up straight, positioning your hands against his brawny chest. He encases your waist with those massive hands, squeezing tight before the pads of his fingers drag along your thighs as you wiggle, getting used to the new position.

“Push up— that’s right, sweetheart,” he sighs softly as you follow his direction, “Now sit back down— slowly, baby, go slow.” His head falls back on the pillows as he exhales, a groan trembling through his chest, “God, yeah babe. Good girl. Up and down, up and down.”

Your fingers push through the tuft of soft, dark hair covering his chest as you ride him, lifting and sitting, rolling and bucking as you get a hang of it— catch a feel— your clit rubbing against his taut skin. You feel Andy trying to keep his composure, feel him trying to restrain himself, his hips. Watch his eyes flutter and close as his mouth goes slack again as he pushes up into you, meeting your increasingly greedy thrusts downward.

“I’m your smart girl,” you whisper, heart beating hard and fast in your chest as your confidence grows, “I’ve always wanted to be your smart girl.”

He jams up into you, much harder than anything you’ve felt so far.

A sharp yelp cracks into the silence and he grabs your wrists, runs his hands up your arms, before he cups your face, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t know it was gonna sound so sweet,” he laughs, “God, I fucking love hearing you say that.”

He drops a hand back to your chest, grabbing a handful of your tit, toying with your nipple, pinching and pulling. His other hand wraps around your hip again, helping to pull you forward, as he thrusts soft. You don’t move; you just let him fuck up into you, grab his hands and thread your fingers with his as you bounce.

Thrusts get faster; hips hurried, jabbing. Wet rasps fill the room, octaves soaring. You fall forward a little, unclasping his hands to catch yourself against his chest. Andy’s hands are back around your waist and hips as you fuck down onto him, chasing that little, dull ache in the pit of your stomach that grows with each push of his hips.

Andy has two full handfuls of your ass, growling loud, hips faltering— losing control as he forces you down on him. You take each hard thrust, tears spilling down your cheeks, pleasure and pain all wrapped up into one. Sweat and heat crawls along your skin, stomach goes tight, throat dries. You dig your fingers into his chest as your toes curl, whimpering and crying out, choking as the pressure builds.

You tighten— freeze quick, gasp hard as a white hot orgasm floods your veins, like a molten lava, oozing, spreading. Flattening yourself to Andy’s chest, you let him wrap his arms around your back and hold you tight as he fucks you through it. The meat of his thighs slapping against yours, your cunt sounding wet and filthy, squelching and convulsing as you come.

There’s another heat, quick and dense, filling you as Andy’s grunts grow deeper. His grip on your ass tightens as he spurts— your used cunt coaxing long, hot ribbons of white silk from his sensitive, red cock head. He falls out of you, dick wet and hard, pushing through your ass cheeks as his hips still churn out of habit and inherent instinct.

Hands are on your head, fingers wiping at your face and forehead, pushing hair away. You’re embarrassed— not sure why— and nuzzle into his neck, hiding your face as you tuck your hands into your chest protectively. Another laugh sounds from him, vibrates through you, as he kisses your forehead and rubs his bearded cheek against your face.

“You’re a sweet girl,” honeyed, his voice, smooth and sweet, slow drags of his hands up and down your back lulling you, calming you, suddenly nervous, “My sweet, smart little baby. You okay?” you nod, but it isn’t good enough, “Tell me.”

“I’m okay.” You sniffle, eyelashes clumped, cheeks wet, lips swollen and red.

You nuzzle into him more, taking a deep breath as you listen to his heartbeat. Another silence fills the room, Andy’s breaths soon turn deep, slow and rhythmic, his hands and fingers coming to a slow stop but still splayed out over your back. A quick press of your lips against his neck makes him shift, but doesn’t wake him. You press another on his chin before you settle down into him once more, watching as snow starts to fall again.

There’s a Christmas present sitting at the edge of the bed when you wake the next morning, your name scrawled out on the name tag. You tear into it, pulling out a small white box, the name LELO embossed over the top. Eyebrows firmly furrowed, you turn it over in your hand, mouth falling open as you read the description and eye the two twenty karat gold Ben Wa beads.

Andy appears in the doorway, a steaming cup in his hand, a smile on his face, “Merry Christmas. Santa came for you, huh?”

“Merry Christmas,” you glance away, “I don’t have anything for you.”

“That’s okay,” he shrugs, “I was a bit presumptuous after our little rendezvous in the kitchen— ordered those from Amazon yesterday.” He pads towards you, leaning down to kiss you quick before he hands you the hot mug, “Are you okay?”

A nervous giggle escapes through your lips, your head falling as you cover your mouth with your hand, “Mmhmm.”

Andy tips your head back upwards, pushing his index finger underneath your chin, smiling again before he kisses you all sweet and soft and slow, making you go all stupid and gooey again.

“What are these for?” You ask after he pulls away a few moments later.

His eyes twinkle in the sunlight as he winks, “Training. Now, lay back and spread your legs for daddy, little one.”

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[darylsgirl]

I was claimed by Daryl Fucking Dixon NSFW 18+ Daryl Dixon & Reader

Summary: 

Your sick of waiting for Daryl to make a move or even speak to you and decide to dress up to do your chores hoping you’ll catch his eye.

You manage more than that He gets jealous when other men/ and one woman ;) show an interest and he admits he’s wanted you all this time an roughly claims you.

*Heyyy to anyone who reads this! If anyone reads this Haha, This is my first ever attempt at fan fic and it kind of got away from me and is a lot more intense than i thought it would be! If there’s anything you don’t like about this please feel free to tell me! I’d love to improve for my next one :) Hope y’all are having a great day wherever you are :)*

How long had it been? Since the end of it all? 

Since all those carefree nights we used to stay up drink, party & Fuck. 

Months? Years? 

It felt like all time stood still when He found me. 

I was alone, Terrified & hiding in an abandoned liquor store when I heard them, I Snuck to the window and saw the biggest herd of walkers I had ever seen. I made sure all the bottle’s i had scavenged were wrapped up in my clothes to dampen the noise and waited for a break in the herd so I could make a run for it to my bike just across the road. After what felt like hours there it was my chance i put my hand on the door handle but before I was even able to twitch the handle,  I felt a hand clamp over my mouth and drag me backwards away from my chance of escape. 

“Fuck you think your doin girl, Tryna get yourself eaten!” I stared up at the man before me with his hand still over my mouth. His angry eyes met mine and I stopped fighting gazing up into those piercing blue eyes. That was the last thing I saw before the pistol came down on my temple. 

I woke with a bag over my head and my wrists bound, I was in a car and I could hear the engine stopping and the brakes kicking in ‘Shit’ . I thought I had no time to think of a way out of this. Two doors slammed shut and I could hear two men arguing.

“Answer me, Fuck did you hit her for Merle. She’s only a girl she couldn’t av ‘urt us, She looked me in ma eyes. There was no fight just fear” 

“Bitch had it comin Daryl, Tryna kill hersel and take us with her” 

“Did’n even no we were there, Or are you that shit of a hunter yous unable to sneak up on people naw, Stop being an asshole and get the fuck outta ma way” 

The car boot opened and someone lifted me out by putting a hand under my knees and one under my head cradling me, he held me tightly with my head in his chest. I inhaled and could smell his manly scent, It was intoxicating, He held me for a moment more before he set on my feet; next the bag was ripped off my face. Instinctively I winced waiting to see if the light would blind me but all was still dark around and i could see we were in a forest.  The man with the mesmerising eyes gripped my arm and started walking me into the woods. 

A logical person would feel fear at this point but there was something about those eyes, I just trusted him.

“Got a lil way’s to go, ya ok walkin? Or you need me to carry you rest of the ways?” His southern drawl mixed with those blue eyes made my knees go weak. I stumbled slightly then stood again and kept one foot in front of the other. I nodded to the man that I was ok and kept going. 

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at the edge of a camp, A few people rushed forward “Shit what happened to her?” “Has she been bit?” “Why is her head covered in blood?” “Where did you find her?”

Daryl rolled his eyes and replied “Merle, No she aint, Merle again annnd liquor store.” He said the last answer with a smirk. 

I scowled at the pair and dropped my mouth open to throw a few choice words their way when I was stopped by Merle grabbing me and spinning me round to face him, He moved some hair out of my face, fingers lingering near my mouth and said.

“Girl looks mighty fine to me, Pretty face not messed up, not one bit! And I do love me a pretty face sweetheart” he winked at me moving his hand from my mouth to my throat he pulled me close to him wrapping his other arm around my back to pull our pelvises close together so I could feel his growing erection against my stomach. “How about it honey” He said winking again  

I drew my head back with the intention of smashing his nose, When we were tackled to the floor Merle was pulled away from me and i rolled onto my back and back on to my feet, I looked back at the two brothers and saw Daryl’s hand smashing into his brothers face whilst he was shouting “I’ll mess up your face you asshole” 

Daryl was dragged off Merle by two men, Merle got to his feet and laughed “It’s allllll good baby bro, I’ll forget about this, this time. I know how feral you get when you see a pussy you wanna claim.”

Daryl locked eyes with me as Merle said this then spat at the ground at Merle’s Feet He picked up his crossbow off the ground and stormed off towards the woods shouting “Man forget ya, I had enough of your shit for one night” over his shoulder. 

That was months ago now, That night the group took me in and took care of me and I took care of them. We moved from the original camp to the CDC then a farm and now we are in a prison in Georgia. The prison has been good to us so far, there was that run in with a crazy guy who called himself the governor and we lost a few of our family. But we persevered and built this place into a home and soon started bringing in new people to help run our home and join our family. 

In the time i had been with this group i had noticed there were a lot of frustrated people here, Especially the men, I can’t get through a day without some proposition or another. I also can’t say that I didn't enjoy the attention, It had been awhile since I had felt another's hands on my body and I craved it, I craved it more than air at times and the person I craved it the most from had decided to pretend I didn't exist. But that didn’t stop me from going to bed each night with my wandering hands and relieving my aching pussy with the thoughts of his hands exploring my body and that voice groaning in my ear. Hit the spot every time. 

There had been a few men that had caught my attention but after a few conversations and meet ups with each they all started to pretend i didn’t exist the same as he had. I didn’t even get so much as a kiss from any of the fuckers and when i decided to confront them and ask why they refused to tell me and walked away. 

It had hit summer here and i had hit my breaking point, I’d had enough of being passed over and wasn’t going to take this shit anymore, I was going to make them all regret not taking me up on the opportunity when it was there for the taking.

I woke early for my shift in the fields the next morning, Still thoroughly determined to set my plan in motion I grabbed my knife and a set of clothes and set to work. I cut most of the legs off my jeans and the sleeves from my Tartan shirt. I pulled the jean shorts on and folded the legs over so they became tighter and pushed my already perky ass up. I then pulled my shirt on forgoing the usual under shirt and tied the two sides closed in a knot above my belly button so my slim waist was on display. I buttoned one button above the knot so that not too much of my bra was showing; Turning it from slutty to sexy. I pulled on my best brown cowboy boots. Combed my hair out. I was very lucky to have thick wavy hair that rarely required me doing anything with it. I just let it dry and brush, I grabbed Maggie’s make up bag and applied a small amount of make up just to accentuate my natural features.Smiling at myself in the mirror this was perfect, Let's see that southern shit ignore me now. Or any of the others for the matter. 

I sauntered out of my cell into the main block and walked the long way through the middle of everyone taking extra care to have a bounce in my step to make my boobs bounce nicely and swayed my hips more to make my ass jiggle as I walked. I greeted everyone in the same way i usually would with cheery “Good Morning’s” Instantly i felt eyes roaming my body and not just the male’s which made me grin I was happy either way. A few let out low whistles and I winked in return. This felt great. I want to feel this way every day, my pussy had soaked my panties by the time I had made it out of the block and into the yard I was panting with need. 

I took a few minutes to calm my breathing before continuing out towards the field, I glanced at the guard tower to make sure he was here today keeping watch, When i saw his leather vest and his longish wavy hair my breath quickened again, Shit it was going to be hard to get through today without a little relief, It took everything i had not to rush up the guard tower and beg him for it, Instead i continued over to the field, waiting until i was in his vision before looking up smiling and waving. Sure enough there he was binoculars in his hand staring down at me. I grinned again, wiggled my fingers at him and sauntered away from the tower. 

Luck was with me today and I was set to work on the potatoes which were planted in a perfect view of the guard house. I made sure to always face the tower when just sitting working so he had the frontal view and when I needed to bend up or down I turned my back to him so he got a great view of my ass. Everything I did that day I made sure to find some way to make it sexier. More than a few men came to bring me water or talk to me that day i gave each of them a big grin, Laughed and put my hand on their arms and send them on their way enough to make them feel there could be a chance, I felt Fucking powerful. 

At the end of the day i saw Maggie making her way over to me with a backpack over her shoulder, “Y/N I gots you a gift” she said in a sing song voice “from Merle of all people” she laughed and pulled out two big bottles of Merle’s special moonshine “I guess someone saw your production today sugar” She giggled a bit more handed you a bottle and settled down on the grass next to you. 

Daryl

Ever since Merle and me brought Y/N back to the group with us she’s been a literal pain in my pants, I'm surprised my cock was even capable of a hard on at this point as it feels like it hasn't gone down in months. So far i have managed to stay away from her as i wasn’ gonna let no bitch get the better of me and i wasn’ going to let fuckin Merle be right. 

My mind wandered back to her again when i started my shift in the guard tower that morning, I considered going into the office to rub one out but decided i'd be on the balcony waiting, I always made sure i got the shifts in this tower when she was being put in the fields, Watching her sweating down there in the heat was good enough to get me off later in the night when i was alone in the office. I lived out of this tower now as I liked it better alone even now with Merle being back in the prison, I didn’ need his shit talking around me at all hours. Not when I had my own entertainment. 

There she was right on time to interrupt me from my thoughts, Holy shit what was she fucking wearing. I grabbed my binoculars to get a closer look, When i found her again with them she was almost fucking naked by the looks of it! In tiny shorts and an even smaller top, From this vantage point i had the best view straight in her bra, I kept my eyes on her all day fuck the perimeter it’ll be fine and i’m sure some weak ass will scream and let me know. 

I watched her all day as she wiggled her hips and wiped the sweat from her chest, Turns out i wasn’t the only one watching even guys I've fuckin told before to stay away come flocking, What don’t the asshole’s understand about “i’m always fuckin watchin” by her quitting time it wasn’t just my dick that was rock hard and throbbin but also the vein in my temple that tells me i’m about to snap.

Balling my fists up i wait for her to start walking back but Maggie fuckin Greene starts walking towards her, Fuck sake. I send the next watch away and tell them ill radio to come back. I wasn’t allowing no fucker to have this view. I watched as Maggie sat down in the grass with Y/N and pulled out two large bottles. I grabbed the binoculars again. Fuckin Merle! That’s his shine if i ever saw it. Making a mental note to smack that bastard later for this. Now everyone had gone back inside it was deadly silent out here which meant their voices were carrying more than they knew and i could hear every word. I settled back down and watched the girls for a while biding my time. 

Y/N

You both look at each other with a glint in your eyes, Pop the tops off your bottles and start downing it. Maggie comes up for air first. Dropping my bottle and swallowing the harsh liquid i Cheer in celebration and yell a little too loud “that Merle may be an asshole but he sure makes some good hooch” 

“Sooooo ya had any bites today?” Maggie grins winking at you. “Yeah but not the one i want, He’s so fucking frustrating. I think I've noticed him watching me more today than he has the entire time i’ve known him” I sigh. 

“You know he's got a huge thing for you or he wouldn’t be acting like this”  Maggie Giggled. “But then who in this friggin place doesn’t especially after today! You even made my breath hitch never mind poor Glenn who had to get a shower!” “Ugh maggie he’s your guy why the hell is he looking at me!” I grimaced. She put her hand on my thigh and winked at me again “He’s got my permission, don't worry it spices things up a little” I didn’t move her hand just enjoyed the feeling of her fingers running up and down the inside of my thigh.

We both downed more of Merle’s hooch giggling and the conversation turned to a debate on the size of Daryl's dick. I lick my lips promising to tell her if I ever get my hands on it. The conversation is turning more and more heated as her hand is getting closer and closer to my throbbing core. She’s getting that close now I’m sure she can probably feel the heat coming from it.  As we are getting close to the bottom of our bottles and really starting to feel the effect Maggie still with one hand on my thigh leans close to my face and whispers “He’s stayed up there watching past his shift. Let's give him something to see hmm?” As she’s finishing the end of her sentence I bridge the gap between us and meet her lips with mine. I bring my hand up to her hair and pull her closer into me, deepening the kiss Moaning into her lips. 

Daryl 

When the girls first started chatting i wanted to find out who they could be talkin about and punch the prick out till i heard my name and if my ears weren't already prickling up they definitely were now, He heard Y/N promise Maggie that if she sees ma dick she will tell her how big. He bites his lip and decides he’ll help her keep that promise. 

He picks his binoculars back up and notices Maggie's hand running up and down Y/N’s thigh. If there were two people he thought he wouldn’t have to warn away, it would have been Glenn and Maggie and they pick a night that he’s mad as hell to change his mind about that? 

He brings one hand to his aching dick giving it a few tugs through his pants to relieve some of the pressure and brings his eyes back to them just as he sees the girls lean into each other, Shit! Shit! He doesn’t know whether to run down there and interrupt finally or let them continue. Y/N pushes Maggie to lay her fully down and straddles her hips, I grabbed my radio and called for the replacement as i couldn’t take much more.

While i waited for the lazy shit to get here i watched Y/N & Maggie get even more heated and their hands exploring each other the moaning reaching me in the tower, I look to my right and see Glenn watching from behind one of the buildings hands and lower half suspiciously hidden.

Ah hell no fuck this tower! Daryl reaches over the side and grabs the pipe work swings himself over and uses it to get down quickly. As he hits the bottom his replacement is strolling over he grabs him by the scruff of his shirt blocking his view into the field. “Put ya lazy ass in that office and don’t fuckin leave till i come back and tell ya, ya can leave. Ya fuckin hear me?” I growl at him. The kid runs into the office in the tower. I spin around pretending not to see Glenn hiding there, I ran across the field towards the girls and as i reached them i let my shadow fall over them. 

Y/N

From where i am lay on top of Maggie i watch as Daryl slides down the side of the watch tower and charges over to us, I smile against Maggie's lips when he gets closer i moan feeling her hand snake its way into my bra, Were both panting loudly and moaning when his shadow falls over us. 

He clears his throat next thinking we hadn’t noticed him there. Maggie moves her mouth to my neck and I let out another moan but this time I raise my eyes to his and lick my bottom lip not breaking eye contact. 

“Come with me...NAW” Daryl growls and grabs my arms and pulls me off and up. Maggie looks at him and pouts “oh boo Daryl always gotta ruin our fun” I wave to Maggie giggling as he starts to drag me across the field. 

“What the fuck Daryl” I try to push him off my arm but his hands are unyielding. “Shut the fuck up ill deal with ya in a minute” He growls and pushes me up against the wall of a building stares longingly into my eyes then darts his arm out and smashes someone’s head into the wall. “Didn’t think id have to fuckin warn ya Glenn, Thought it was pretty fuckin obvious. Don't let me catch ya ass again” he grabs my arm again and drags me across the court yard until we reach a secluded spot, He slams my back up another wall and presses his body up against mine keeping me pinned between him and the wall. 

“What you think you’ve been doing girl, Flaunting your shit all day for any man to beat his meat too?” 

I squirm under his gaze, Shit i think i actually pissed him off, Definitely not the emotion i was going for!

“You think i’m gonna sit by and let tha happen?” 

I find my voice, “What do you mean, You won’t let something happen. You’re not the boss of me!” you say glaring back at him, If he wants to play the pissed off game he won’t be playin it alone.

“Ya know exactly what i mean! I’ll show you who the fuckin boss Y/N” He said, pressing his hips harder into mine. I try to suppress my moan. His eye’s darken even more hearing me moan for him now. 

“Who do you think told those pricks to back the fuck away from you, They wouldn’t of just left you alone on their own naw, they needed some rough persuasion Y/N” 

I glare at him again and he pushes his hips back into mine again.”Ya gonna learn yet? Every time you glare at me, ill smash my dick into that dirty clit o urs” He explains with a wink. 

Not knowing how to respond to that You ask “You’re the reason no man looks at me anymore? What fucking business is it of yours”

“Hell fuckin yeah i am” He says with a smirk “No one will dare ya touch you if I've claimed ya, So i did” “Naw I’ve claimed you, I’ve made it very clear if anyone touches you they’ll lose a fuckin arm” He growled

“For fuck sake Daryl! You can’t just put claims on a girl you don’t even give a fuck about” I said with a snarl.

“I give a fuck, Just didn’ want ya to know i gave a fuck, I enjoyed watchin ya squirm... but ya forced ma hand and naw... Well naw i aint gonna be gentle bout it”

You close your eyes tight, If he hadn’t of “claimed” me i would be in heaven now but learning that he’s behind your dry well makes you so mad. 

“This what you were trying to get huh?” “I would of thought twice before you pulled this shit, I aint no gentle man” she breathed into her ear. His gravelly voice driving me crazy. 

I look him in the eyes and shove him hard, running back to the cell block. I took a breather when i got through the door and realised he hadn’t followed me. As i was walking past the showers a hand darted out and pulled me inside. 

“Woah what the fuck” I gasped as I felt a hand move over my ass and pull me against him, Jees i need to wear this outfit more often. 

I was pulled into the light and saw it was Zach who had pulled me in with him, Zach was one of the ones who daryl must of scared away. 

“Hey baby, Missed me?” he breathed at me. “How could i miss you zach i never got a chance to know you, You let that asshole scare you away” I said hurt 

“Gimmie another chance Y/N, ill show you a good time, This could be our secret. We could have some real fun and piss that hillbilly asshole off” He squeezes me tighter to him. 

“Gerrof Zach if your too pussy to pursue someone when warned of by a man I’ve only ever spoken to once then you’re not a guy i want any fucking part of”

“Awww c’mon you don’t mean that” he grips the back of my head and pushes his lips to mine i tried to fight him off be but he had too tight of a grip. 

A low growl came from the doorway “I believe she said to get ya bitch ass hands off her” Zach jumped back like someone had shocked him when he heard the voice. Daryl walked forward and put his arm round my shoulder “an i believe i told ya to not even look at her again bitch” His voice gets louder “Tell me asshole what did i say i was gonna do to ya?” 

H waited a moment staring at Zack “Hmm to fuckin scared to answer?” he walks forward and punches him rapidly in the face Zack goes sprawling across the shower floor. Daryl stands over him and threatens “it’ll be worse next time if you don listen to me and come near ma girl again”

Daryl turns and heads back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders again “Bet Ya glad i claimed you now” I nod slightly. I squirm out of his arms and run back to my cell, my hooch high still buzzing in my mind. Thank god without this how could i be this brave? I smile when I get to my cell wondering how long it will take him to catch me. 

I  barely had time to catch my breath before i felt him, He made no noise whatsoever like a hunter closing in on his prey.Whenever he was near me it felt like my entire body was electrified and tuned only to him. 

I spun around and my breath hitched in my throat at the sight of that venomous glare, He just stood and glared with his eye’s roaming every inch of you, You could feel every hair on your body standing to attention for him. 

In the blink of an eye he was back in front of you again pinning you back against the wall with his hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side exposing your neck. 

He looks over your body panting his eyes still liquid stone, Ever glaring. I could feel the heat coming off him in waves as he studied me. His pushed his mouth next to my ear, “When i’m finished with ya, ya legs will be useless and everyone in this damn place gon know my name. An i promise you aint gon forget who’s ya are” He paused for a second staring into my eyes, “Naw take this shit off before i rip it off ya” He said pulling roughly at my shirt.

With Shaking hands i reach up and untie my shirt and push it off my shoulders, Watching his eyes grow darker as he watched. My shirt fell to the floor he grabbed the centre of my bra “All of it” He growled. I undid my bra and threw that into the corner. He looked down at my shorts seeming impatient gripped both sides and ripped them down. He came back up to me gripped my arms and pushed me further up the wall off the floor and quickly puts his legs in between mine and rests my body on them. 

He reaches forcing my head to the side again and brings his mouth down to my neck kissing and biting furiously his other hand gripping my breast roughly, Earning a loud moan from me. I reached for his shirt desperate to run my hands on him, Before my hands met their mark he had gripped my wrists pinning them above my head. 

“Ya don’t move, Touch or make a fuckin sound unless i say so, Ya hear?” I nodded eyes growing wide at his words. He let my feet touch the ground again and tore my underwear off, He bunched them up in his hand “Mmm look how wet these pantie’s are for me girl” “Open your mouth, Naw” I obediently complied letting him stuff them into my mouth, Dying to moan under his stare. 

He stepped back and let his vest fall over his shoulders and hit the floor, He then took his shirt off and used it to bind my hands together. He stood back admiring his handiwork, I Squirmed under his lustful gaze feeling myself getting wetter by the second. I watched him slowly bring his hands to his belt unfastening it then his button and zip, His pants hit the ground and he kicked them to the side. My breath went wild when I saw him in all his glory i love a man who doesn’t wear any underwear.

He lunged forward again pulling my legs over his and wrapping leg around his hips pressing his huge dick at my entrance. It was so long and thick: my mouth started salivating instantly imagining wrapping my mouth around it. 

He pulled my underwear from my mouth and growled into my ear “Scream my fucking name” as he plunged his entire length into me, The breath was forced from my lungs “shitt, Daryl!”

“Did i fuckin stutter, I said scream it” he growled again biting my neck pulling out almost of the way and plunging deep into me again. Damn did i scream this time my eyes rolling back into my head enjoying the sensation. 

“Tha’s better now ride it bitch” 

I felt raw already from his huge length and girth filling me like i’d never been filled before. Pulling my arms around his neck to steady myself i used him to pull myself back up and then down slowly trying to adjust to his size. 

His mouth met mine in a rough eager kiss, capturing my tongue with his. He pulled his mouth back to my neck and whispered “Ya don know how long i’ve been waiting for this, Tell me how much you love my dick Y/N”

“Ahh” i cried out “so much baby so much” My eyes rolling into the back of my head still rolling my hips onto him. “Naw, Tell me who you belong to” “You” I moaned “You i belong to you daryl” I panted out. 

“Louder! I want everyone in the fuckin place to know your mine” 

“Oh god, Daryl, I’m yours! Only yours” I screamed 

“Better” He smirked. He moved my arms from around his neck and released my hand’s from his shirt. He walked backwards with me still perched on him, His legs hit the end of the bed and he sunk down taking me with him. 

“Now show me how much you love this dick”

I positioned myself better over him and sunk down to the hilt slowly savouring every glorious inch of him. My eyes shot open again moaning when my clit hit his pubic bone and i started grinding harder and faster now. 

I could feel his hand’s everywhere, God i can’t believe how long i had been longing for this moment, I cried out again. He leant up on his elbows and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth nibbling, and running his nails down the inside of my thighs. The combination was pure ecstasy. I could already feel the pressure in my mound building painfully begging to be released. 

He removed his mouth from me earning a sad moan from me desperate to feel his mouth on me, He looked back at my eye’s amusement on his face. He ran both hands up to my chest again gripping almost painfully. “And these, Who do they belong to Y/N?” “You baby, All yours” i breathed shakily. I was so close when he growled again “Say my fuckin name” My wall’s started constricting against him. “Ahh god, Daryll ....fuck Daryl” His eyes shone at my words. He was even more spurned on now. He flipped us over, throwing me into the bed and pulled my hips into the air ramming harder and deeper than before. 

“Cum for me baby” He whispered in his incredible gravelly voice.

Those four words was all I needed to push me over the edge. Crying his name out again i felt the damn of pressure welled up in me from the moment I saw him burst open. I rode out my high as hard as i could against him, I collapsed to the bed and felt him slow down, My brain fuzzy from my incredible high. I tried pushing myself up on my elbows and my eyes caught another’s at the door. 

I looked down and back up rubbing my eyes, “Shit Darryl stop!” I reached for the sheets to pull them over me. There were at least 6 men gazing in, Daryl continued unperturbed. You tried putting your hand behind you trying to push at his stomach to get his attention. He captured your arm and it around your back and pulled you up against him. 

“You think I didn't know, Now tell me again who you belong to” “Daryl please!” I said trying to cover my chest. He grabbed the sheet and flung it away. 

Rick spoke up from the back Your cheeks flushed horrified they had all seen you in the throws. “I think Daryl told you to do something, He doesn’t like to be kept waiting” He said with a gleam in his eyes. You gazed around the men seeing Rick, Zack, Merle, Glenn & i wasn’t sure who else grinning enjoying the show. I was suddenly unashamed as i felt the pressure build back up dangerously high.

Daryl seeing my eyes wander over the group wrapped my hair around his wrist and pushed my head back into the bed, Ramming harder and faster than i’d ever felt before making me scream again. “Say it” he shouted at me “Ahh shit im daryl’s, You claimed me baby” He replied “And no one else is going to make you feel this good again are they?” 

“God no, Only you, Ahh so good!”

“Ya heard her '' He said addressing the men “She’s mine. Naw you can all fuck off back to your pits and keep your fucken hand’s to your selves asshole’s” You heard Merle hoot “wooowee you get it baby brother” You stomach turned grateful daryl had told them to leave, before his body pushed another orgasm out of you. 

They all turned and left as Daryl biting my ear lobe moaned into me “Now cum again for me baby” He suddenly dove his hand under me and onto my clit. 

I instantly caved again screaming into the bed. 

Feeling my second orgasm pushed him to the brink again and he jackhammered into me. Hard. Chasing his high. I pushed back furiously desperate to feel him. I moaned “Cum in me Daryl please i need to feel you” 

I felt him explode moaning my name and grinding deep into me riding it fully out” 

He collapsed on top of me breathless. We lay like that for a few minutes when I felt him going hard in me again. He pulled out and lay back on the bed pulling me into his chest his heart still pounding in his chest.

“God girl, If i’d of known you were that good a fuck, I’d of taken you that first fucking night” A relaxed grin on his face. 

He turned and took my face in his hands kissing me softly and murmured into my lips “I hope you don’t think i'm done with you yet” He winked “I aint had a girl like you in a loooong time i aint even close to done with ya” 

He rolled back onto me pulling my lip with his teeth. “Ready?” I nodded desperate to feel him again. 

God knows how many hours & Orgasms later he fell off me pulling me close into his chest again. I passed out instantly, Thoroughly exhausted. He chuckled into my hair and followed me into blissful sleep. 

When we woke the next morning his arms still tight around me, Smiling in his sleep. 

I looked over happy wishing i could stay here forever but there was work to be done. 

I slowly picked his arm up and tried to wiggle out from under it, Before i'd gotten half way those glorious muscles had flexed and pulled me straight back into him. “Morning beautiful. Hope you don’t think your going anywhere. We’ve got so much time to make up for.” He nuzzled his face into yours sweetly. You could feel him growing hard against your hip. “Don’t worry i’m feeling responsible. I’ll make it quick!” 

He fucked me again for another hour until we were both sweaty, shaky wrecks. 

I groaned and rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up trying to stand up and instantly felt my legs buckle beneath me. He was up and caught me before i came crashing down. He laughed. “Don’t say i didn’t warn you” You laughed with him. “God, I love that sound” He said, staring into my eyes and planting a sweet kiss onto my lips. He stood and started grabbing his clothes from around the room and dressing. 

“Take your time getting up, I’m back in the guard tower again today, Don’t forget what i taught you last night” He said with a wink and ducked down to kiss me. He moved to the doorway and moved the curtain turning back at me. “Oh and babe I wanna see that outfit again today, Now i know it’s all for me” He winked again and left. 

I fell back on the bed with a huge grin on my face. Holy shit I can't wait for tonight! 

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[awanderingdeal]

The best kind of spa day - Chapter 3

Chapter 3! I said this would be the last chapter, but I am thinking there will be one more.

Rating: Explicit (This chapter is more Mature, but the fic on the whole is definitely Explicit)

CW: food talk, drinking of alcohol, mention of C-section, heavy kissing, multiple mentions of sex and mild angst.

For previous chapters, please see my masterlist

And finally…but very importantly…thank you to @lumosinlove for the creation of the most wonderful Natalie Darcy and the sweater weather universe.

P.S. Just a note that Lily had a tattoo that covers her C-section scar, but that is not to say that there is anything wrong with them or that they need to be covered. They are literally a sign that you brought a whole ass human into this world and if you want to wear that with pride then you should.

P.P.S. This hasn't had a final edit yet, so please excuse any mistakes. I'll try and get around to it tomorrow!

Lily leaned back in her chair, rubbing at her stomach. She seemed content, full of food and happiness. Earlier, as they'd been getting their pedicures, Lily had moaned that part of her wished she could stay in this fantasy land where she got pampered all day forever, and Natalie agreed, but alas, tomorrow they had to go back to their everyday lives and responsibilities.

“Finished?” Natalie asked, eyeing up the remains of Lily’s blackberry parfait.

“I can’t eat another thing,” Lily replied with a laugh, “I feel like I’m carrying Harry all over again.”

Natalie reached out to pluck a piece of honeycomb from the plate, popping it into her mouth with a grin, “did you not know there’s an extra shelf in your stomach for dessert?”

“Have at it,” Lily shook her head with a fond disbelief, pushing the plate in Natalie's direction. It didn’t take long for her to finish the last of the desert and after another frozen margarita each, the two of them of them headed back up to their bedroom. There was a wait for the elevator. Natalie took advantage of the lull to wrap her arms around Lily’s waist, swaying them side to side in a silly sort of slow dance. “I’m gonna miss you,” Natalie mumbled into Lily’s hair.

“You’re going to see me in 3 days,” Lily countered, taking Natalie’s hand as the elevator doors opened with a ping. The silence that occupied the space between them seemed more awkward than normal, but Natalie couldn't place exactly why. "Can I ask you a question?" Lily asked just as the reached their floor.

Somewhere in the recesses of her brain, Natalie felt the urge to tell Lily that she had, in fact, just asked a question, but her intuition was telling her Lily wouldn't appreciate the joke just now. "You know you can. What's up?" Natalie replied, reluctantly dropping Lily's hand so she could root in her backpack for the room key. There was a quiet while she searched, but Natalie could hear the cogs in Lily's brain turning, until eventually she found the item and was able to push the door open.

Lily paused just inside the room, looking behind her to watch the door swing shut, like some animal that had just been caged in. She worried her lip between her teeth, a habit Natalie had always gently scolded her for, but this time Natalie squashed the urge to tell her not to do it. "Hey Lilypad, what's going on?" Natalie pressed, sweeping a piece of Lily's hair from her face.

“Would you - What if - I -” Lily stumbled over the start of her sentence a few times before letting out a small frustrated growl. Natalie squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, recognising that Lily just needed a bit of space to work through what could sometimes be a crippling perfectionism. Natalie guessed that a tiny part of it was just her natural personality, but growing up with a sister who twisted every word Lily said into some ugly version of the truth most definitely hadn’t helped.

“Why don’t we sit down?” Natalie cocked her head towards the bed. She noted briefly that the sheets had been changed. Lily swallowed, nodded resolutely and started the short walk without making a sound. Something in the journey helped because as soon as the back of Natalie’s thighs had touched the bedding, words tumbled out of Lily’s mouth.

“Would you still be my friend if we never had sex again?" Lily started. The small gesture Lily made to indicate she hadn't yet finished warmed Natalie's heart; it was the small things that indicated how well her friend knew her were her favourite. "I know when you first asked, you said that I could say no and it wouldn’t change anything about our relationship, but sometimes it feels like now we’ve taken that step maybe you don’t want it to go back?”

Natalie tucked her legs up, resting her chin against her knees, taking her time to think over the words. She would be lying if she said they hadn’t hurt, and she didn’t want her response to be in anger. “Lily, I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way,” Natalie said quietly. She heard Lily breath in deeply, a sentence on the tip of her tongue, then the breath was let out, words exhaled with it. Natalie met Lily’s eyes, finding her voice again, “But I need you to know, I give zero fucks if we never do anything even remotely sexual ever again. Sure, I love being with you. You’re beautiful and attentive, and I love making you feel good. But our friendship will always, always, come first." She paused, letting her answer sink in. "Can I ask why you’re asking now? You’ve seemed so happy these last few days.”

“God, yes, Natalie I’ve loved this weekend. I always love spending time with you,” Lily said quickly. “I’ve just...I’ve noticed that sometimes you get sulky when you know you’re going to see me but in a group. I figured it’s because we can’t, you know…”

“Lilypad, I think this is what is known as a failure to communicate,” Natalie let out a sigh of relief. “I do sometimes get sulky, as you put it. But not because I want to have sex with you all the time. Although, I wouldn't complain about that," she laughed lightly, hoping the small joke would make the air feel a bit less thick. "It’s just because...Look, I adore having all my favourite people in one room. I love watching you be a mom. Watching James shower you in affection makes me happy. I love seeing you laugh with Kase and Al. However, it’s not the same as one - on - one. Whether that’s us watching a movie, or baking or having sex, I love getting to spend time with my best friend. It doesn’t mean I don’t want those group moments, it just means I miss having you all to myself as well.”

Lily wrapped her hand around Natalie’s knee, pulling gently until Natalie relented and allowed herself to be drawn into Lily’s side. Natalie rested her head on Lily’s shoulder, looking up to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry,” Natalie apologised.

Lily shook her head, her ponytail swaying with the movement. “No, I’m sorry for making assumptions,” she countered, tracing her thumb along Natalie’s jawline. “I think I get it. When Harry came along, I craved the time it was just me and James again, but somehow at the same time, I wanted to clutch Harry to my chest and keep him all to myself, whilst also wanting it to be all three of us together. Brains are weird.”

“Brains are weird,” Natalie repeated, chuckling at the truth behind those words.

“And now, I have you too. Whatever this is,” Lily laughed, waving her hand vaguely through the air. “So much love. Too much love.”

“There’s no such thing,” Natalie said adamantly, “Give me all the love.” She turned, tackling Lily against the bed with a laugh, managing to end up with a mouthful of hair. Natalie spluttered, picking red strands from her mouth as she started to pull away, but Lily gripped her t-shirt, stopping her from moving any further way.

“Nope, cuddle time now,” Lily protested.

Natalie wanted to oblige the request, however the faux leather pants she was wearing were practically painted on, and whilst they accentuated her legs wonderfully, they weren’t the most comfortable. “Can we get into pyjamas first?” she suggested.

“A most wonderful idea, Miss Darcy,” Lily agreed, releasing her hold on the t-shirt grasped in her fingers. Natalie shook her head, grazing her lips over Lily’s cheek before she stood, smiling fondly as she watched Lily giggle at her own snooty accent. It was a bit of a chore to drag herself away, but the call of the oversized band t-shirt Natalie had stolen from Kasey at some point over the years was strong. Eventually, she found it beneath her robe, thrown over the back of the armchair nestled into the corner of their hotel room. She was almost able to hear Lily’s smug smirk as she recalled their conversation this morning about storing things in their appropriate places. By the time Natalie had shed her day clothes and pulled the well-worn t-shirt over her head, Lily had already changed into a matching pyjama set, brushed her hair and woven it into a loose braid.

"I don't want to hear a word," Natalie drawled, raising her hand to resemble a stop sign.

"I didn't say anything!" Lily defended, flipping her braid over her shoulder before reaching for her phone. "Do you want music?"

"I could tell you were about to," Natalie retorted, attempting to fold her dirty clothes into her suitcase. Usually, Kasey was the one to complete the seemingly impossible task of getting all the clothes she had brought back into the case at the end of a trip. "Yes please," she nodded, answering Lily's question. "None of that One Direction though."

"I told you that was James!" Lily laughed, making several contemplative sounds before the first notes of a familiar banjo started to play.

Mumford and Sons. The band had been one of Natalie's favourites since forever, but they also reminded her of the long afternoon she had spent with one arm slung around Lily's shoulders, the sun beating down on their necks as they sipped on plastic cups full of some concoction Thomas had formulated. They had sung along to the live music until their voices were hoarse, at which point they'd crawled back to their tent to nap before an evening of more music and alcohol. The almost-kiss that had happened in that tent had been the catalyst they'd needed to discuss the growing sexual tension between the two of them, ultimately leading to this very moment. Natalie threw a look over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow just slightly at Lily. "Nice choice."

Lily hummed scooting backwards, to make herself comfortable against the wall of pillows on the bed. She patted the spot beside her, a warm smile settling over her face, “Come, sit, I’ll do that for you later.”

“You’re an angel, Lilypad,” Natalie beamed, hurrying away from the bulging case before Lily changed her mind. She rounded the bed, jumping onto the free side with a soft “ooft,” crawling into the cocoon Lily had formed with her arms.

“I was so happy on that weekend, so happy and so confused,” Lily murmured as Natalie had wriggled herself into a comfortable position. “I swear I would have just ignored all those weird feelings forever if you hadn’t made me pull my head out of my ass. I will admit having that conversation while making flat pack furniture was a first," she continued, curling a strand of Natalie’s hair around her finger.

Natalie chuckled, remembering how Lily had nearly hammered her thumb off in the process, her attention more focused on the proposal of friends-with-benefits type of relationship than the tool she was wielding. "Hmm, you do look good in a tool belt though," Natalie quipped, playing the tips of her fingers gently over the tattoo peeking out from between the silk shorts and cami Lily was wearing. The tail feathers of the peacock merged beautifully with the scar left behind by the emergency C-section Lily had ended up having to bring baby Harry into the world. “Just remember, this was and always is supposed to be fun, okay? If it’s ever not fun for you anymore then something needs to change,” Natalie hummed.

Lily nodded, releasing the curl of hair and resting her palm on Natalie’s cheek, “You too. This is a two way thing. We both need to be happy.”

“Yeah, me too,” Natalie agreed, nuzzling into the cool of Lily’s hand with a soft sigh. “I’d like a kiss, please? If that’s okay?” she asked quietly. It wasn’t often that Natalie felt shy or uncertain asking for things, but after their recent conversation she didn’t want Lily to get the wrong idea.

“Of course,” Lily replied, her hand wandering to brush across Natalie's lips, as if her fingers were trying to memorise each ridge and curve in them. She bent close, hovering, her breath warm against Natalie’s face as she waited for Natalie to take the affection she wanted. The kiss started off slow and tender, their lips moving softly against one another until Lily pushed insistently into Natalie’s mouth, parting her lips with ease. Natalie's heart didn’t pound in the same way it had the first time they had kissed anymore, but there was something even more special about the familiarity of it all. Her heart didn’t pound, but rather it settled, as if it knew this was part of home. Natalie couldn’t help wrapping her tongue around Lily’s, battling against the intrusion; the taste of tequila lingering from the cocktails they had drunk earlier was sharp amongst the other notes of Lily’s mouth she was well acquainted with. She would let Lily lead soon, but not without putting up the pretence of a fight. “Stop,” Lily laughed, pressing Natalie back against the pillows with a feigned growl. “You’re so competitive.”

Natalie gave an affirmative grunt, her lips curling into a smile, “Mmm, but I win either way.”

“Shut up, and let me kiss you,” Lily scolded playfully, joining their lips again before Natalie could think of a clever reply.

Natalie didn’t know how long they kissed for, drifting between heated and subdued, sometimes just breathing against one another, finally pulling apart when they came to the unspoken agreement that whatever wound needed healing had been. First with words, then with their bodies.

“I know earlier I said you could introduce me to your friend, but I think I’m a bit emotionally drained for new acquaintances tonight,” Lily said, cutting through the silence.

“No, of course. That’s fine. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for that at a later date,” Natalie nodded. “Any ideas on what we could do though? I’m not feeling a film tonight, but I’m too relaxed for anything that requires any energy,” Natalie mused, her voice still a little breathy.

“We could do a few more chapters of Seven Husbands?” Lily suggested, her features schooled into something that Natalie guessed was supposed to be innocent. It probably would have been successful if Natalie didn’t know her so well.

“You mean I could read a few more chapters to you,” Natalie said, raising an eyebrow.

“Wow, what a wonderful plan,” Lily grinned.

“Uhh huh,” Natalie rolled her eyes affectionately, “I wonder how I thought of it.” She rolled away from Lily a little bit too enthusiastically, swearing as she collided with the bedside table. Shaking off the jolt of pain, she grabbed the paperback. It was an insult to injury when she realised she was going to have to sit up anyway if she wanted to read comfortably. Once Lily had plumped the pillows up, Natalie sat back against them, removing the bookmark and clearing her throat as she began to read.

Lily burrowed further and further under the blankets she had wrapped herself in, until just a pair of green eyes and a flash of red hair was visible. Natalie smiled down fondly at her, not even caring that her voice was starting to feel scratchy. A few pages later, the entire bundle was shaking with Lily’s sobs, her head now buried into Natalie’s lap. Deciding that was her cue to stop reading for the night, Natalie placed the book down and curled her body around Lily’s in a hug. “Are you okay?” she asked tentatively. Whilst she wasn’t one to find herself crying about books, it wasn’t unusual for her to come across Alex sobbing over some fictional character or other and he could be very sensitive about it, despite what he would argue.

“I’ll be fine,” Lily laughed wetly, blinking away tears. “I just want them to be happy. It sucks.”

“It’s just a book, Lilypad,” Natalie chuckled, deciding to risk her wrath.

“You are heartless,” Lily sniffled, trying to bend her head against the blankets to wipe at the damp, without having to untangle herself. Natalie took pity on her, dabbing at the tear tracks, leaving a kiss on each cheek once she was finished. “Thanks,” Lily whispered.

“I’m gonna tell you something, but you have to promise not to shoot the messenger,” Natalie said, distancing herself from Lily a little.

“What?” Lily frowned.

“We still need to brush our teeth,” Natalie rushed out, although she was fairly sure that her eyes revealed the slight glee she was getting from the situation.

The screech that left Lily’s mouth a few seconds later somewhat resembled a pterodactyl.

“Sorry, beautiful,” Natalie tugged at the edges of the blanket. “But teeth hygiene is important y’know.” Lily huffed, but made a vague attempt at helping Natalie release her from the fortress she had created. For all Lily’s complaints, they were both back in bed, cuddled under the sheets less than five minutes later.

“I’ll set an alarm for the morning,” Natalie noted, stretching her arm in the direction of the bedside table, grasping at the air until her fingers grasped around her phone, grunting triumphantly at her success. She had accumulated a few messages over the last few hours. Mostly, she ignored them, but fired off a quick reply to Alex before opening the message from Kasey.

She let out a low whistle, sitting more upright in Lily’s hold as she took in the photo she’d been sent.

“You okay?” Lily asked.

“Well, I don’t think we need to feel guilty about our boys being alone,” Natalie reasoned, turning her screen so Lily could see the photo. James was sprawled across Kasey’s bare chest, his dark hair even more tussled than usual, Kasey’s large hand resting casually on his hip bone. Natalie prided herself on having an eagle eye for who Kasey might be interested in, but she had to admit she hadn’t seen this one coming. Not that she minded one bit.

“Is that?” Lily zoomed in on the picture, looking at the dark mark on the crook of James’ neck. “Huh, interesting,” she hummed, her smile growing wider by the second. “Very interesting. Tell him I said I hope they had fun.”

Natalie didn’t have to wait long for a reply, snorting out a laugh at her boyfriend’s comment. “Kase says James is very good with his tongue,” she told Lily nonchalantly, already tapping out response telling Kasey she was going to sleep now, and for him to have a good night, adding a winking emoji for effect.

“I am aware,” Lily smirked, manipulating the pillows into a more comfortable position for sleeping. Natalie took that as her hint to put her phone down, settling herself close behind Lily, tangling their legs together. They probably wouldn’t stay this way for long, Lily always complaining that Natalie was a human furnace after a few minutes, but it was nice while it lasted.

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Hold On Loosely

Prompt #11

Subject: Against a wall Monster: Gargoyle (MLM)

              Who has time to be insecure when you have a big strong boyfriend to lift you up?

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He grinds his hips into me, pressing his hard body into my softer one. His rocky texture is felt even through my clothes. His sharp teeth dig into my lip, threatening to pierce the skin. I crave his touch, the feel of his body on mine. He parts from my lips to trail kisses along my neck. His tongue teases up to my jaw before he nibbles below my ear.

As his grinding grows more frantic he moves his hand up my shirt. The rough, cracked fingers tickle at my stomach. He takes a moment to grope at it, devoting attention to the large rounded area. Too flustered I push at his chest so I can remove my shirt. Once the item is discarded he grins down at me with that toothy grin before hooking a finger on my pants. I grin at him, unbuttoning the clothing as he pulls them down.

Once I step out of my pants he admires the tent in my boxers. I watch as he grabs my cock, seeing his standing proud nearby. He strokes me through my underwear, grinning as I pant. Falling against him I grab ahold of his wing, bucking my hips into his hold.

"Fuck," I groan," Take them off," he answers my plead by forcing my boxers down. We both admire each other's standing erections with unfiltered lust and appreciation. He crowds me against the wall, grabbing us both in his large hand. He pumps us in a loose grip, his other hand holding my hip.

As a drop of pre decorates the top of his cock does he let go. I get ready to be taken to the bed just across the way but he instead grabs both my hips, leaning in for a kiss. I accept the attention, hooking my arms around his neck as I delve my tongue into his mouth. His fingers dig into my hips before going down to my thick thighs. He tugs them up, hinting at something. I can't bother to think, especially with his hard cock poking at my stomach. He tugs again, insistent on something. The suggestion bangs around my lust riddled brain till it clicks.

I grab at his hands and force them upwards," No, let's just use the bed."

His hands cup around my thighs again as he growls into my neck," Why? Don't want to get fucked into the wall?" he chuckles as he nibbles under my jaw. I grunt in frustration, his attention driving me out of thought.

"No, I'm just too heavy. Let's go to the bed, it will be more comfortable for us both," I try to push at his chest to guide him that way but he won't budge. He stops biting on my skin, stands straight as he regards me. His furrowed brow accentuates his rough, angry face. He looks rather pissed but I know better.

"You think you are too heavy to be picked up," he scoffs," you are a dainty thing compared to my kind."

"People have called me many things and dainty has never been one of them," I huff," let's talk about this later, please." I try to distract him by grabbing at his cock, slapping it against my stomach with a teasing grin. He isn't so easily deterred as he swats my hand away.

"Do you honestly think I can't lift you? It would hardly be a problem and I can prove it to you," he holds my thighs and attempts to lift me before I yelp, pushing him away.

"No, stop," I panic. His glare softens as he straightens up again, leaning towards me.

"What's wrong, love? Does the idea of being lifted truly bother you," he asks quietly. I fluster in embarrassment at the question. It's hard to say if he will understand the situation. He is heavy, yes, but he is made of rock. It doesn't hurt that he is chiseled as well, looking as beautiful as ever.

"It's just I don't want to deal with insecurities that will come with you not being able to lift me," I grumble.

"you know I'm strong. I won't even break a sweat picking you up., though fucking your sweet ass will," he purrs.

"I know you can lift me, but holding me is a different situation. You will get tired and I don't like the idea of you setting me down because I became too much," I clarify. Which is true, he is strong, but I think my weight will win out in the end. My insecurities can't take a blow like that, not from him.

He stares into my eyes, his longing gaze making me feel worse. I know he is thinking, trying to find some way to convince me. I'm sure he can wear me down and get me to agree to this failure of a plan. I also know it will destroy my already fragile body image.

"Babe," he starts," I won't push you on this but I feel like I have to prove this to you. You aren't big, especially not to me. You are just the most perfect of sizes, fit against me so well. I know I can pick you up and fuck you hard against this wall. I ask that you give me a chance to prove to you something I am certain of. So, love, will you let me carry you as I pleasure us both against this wall?"

I blush at his words, wanting more than anything for that to happen. He is almost convincing in his argument though I was mostly distracted by the image of him plowing my hole.

I stare into his eyes a second more," alright, but if it doesn't work out you owe me big time."

"But of course, my love, but don't look forward to that," he grins widely. In a smooth motion, he bends his knees, hooking his hands under my legs, and lifts. The suddenness of no longer touching the ground startles me. I grab his shoulders quickly, holding on tight as he presses me against the wall. He laughs at my startled expression.

"Is this what you were so insecure about? You are so light I could probably hold you with just my cock," he teases. I roll my eyes at him.

He adjusts me accordingly, letting his cock slide between my cheeks. He bucks slowly as he captures my mouth for his own. His hips press against my ass, my balls hitting his stomach. The rough texture of his stomach is thrilling, adding more of his natural allure to the situation. I crave his cock more than ever as he holds me so easily. The shot to the ego I expected is now boosting instead.

He leans back, ready to get started. Before he makes any moves he presses one more kiss to my lips, grinning before he adjusts his hold. He keeps me up with one hand, showing off a bit before he presses his cock to my hole. I can't bother to make a teasing remark to him before he presses onward. His tip pops past the ring, sliding elegantly inside. The smooth cock is a strange contrast to his rocky skin. It has never stopped turning me on though.

"You alright," he grunts.

"Am I alright? What about you," I laugh as I lightly bang my head against the wall. I relish in the feeling of being so stuffed. His big cock doing wonders for my body and self-image.

"What about me? I'm balls deep in the sexiest man alive, how could I be better," he growls out. His hips bounce slightly, not being able to hold back for much longer.

"fuck, shut up and start moving," I groan, reaching down between us to grab my cock. He begins giving short thrust into me, bouncing me on his dick more than anything. His gaze goes from my face to my lap, moaning as he sees me jerk myself off. His short thrusts transfer to longer strokes.

"So tight," he whimpers. He bounces me some more as he drills into me. I clench my cock along with my insides with a short cry of pleasure. His eye snap shut at the sudden squeeze, plowing into my more.

"Agh, fuck," I find myself groaning," faster." he obliges, meeting my descents with a clap of our thighs. His hands glide down to my ass where he reels one hand back to slap a cheek.

"You like this," he growls, clapping my cheek again when I cry out for him," you like being fucked like this?"

"Yes," I whimper, "you're so strong." I palm at my crotch more while he leans down to steal a kiss. He can't keep it up too long as his low growls of pleasure win out. His huffs and whimpers spur me on, feeling myself tighten at my nearing peak.

"Agh, you gonna cum," he asks," I wanna see that cock drool on me, cum right on my chest, babe." I jerk myself off harder, focusing on the feel of his cock thrusting into me. I clench him tightly as everything tightens. He hisses against my neck as I cry out into the room. I squirt ropes of white cum onto his stone chest. He sneaks a peak between us, hissing at the sight as his thrusts stutter.

"Cum for me," I lazily whisper. I press a kiss to his shoulder as I listen to his cries of pleasure. Soon his hips stutter, slamming into mine one last time as he fills me. His hot load sends tingles down my spine. The all too perfect feeling of his orgasm.

He pants against me, his thumbs petting my cheeks as we both catch our breath. I rest against his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck in a weak embrace. I don't look forward to him setting me down and having to walk to the bed. Though I figure he has to be tired by now.

Before I can try to get my legs off from around him he tightens his grip and walks us towards the bed. I can't help but smile against him. He sets me down on the mattress, sliding out of me as he does. I feel like a princess as he climbs around me and tucks us both in. he snuggles against me, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of my neck.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it," he wraps an arm around my waist.

I shrug," I guess it wasn't."

"Never should have doubted me," he teases," I'm your big strong man after all, and you are my sweet little mate." I preen at the title, never been called little since I was born.

"Shut up and go to sleep," I huff though a smile still rests on my face. He presses one more kiss against my body before settling in for bed.

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I like my skyrim one better but in my defense I was gonna rewrite some of this but my parents finally came to visit me last night. i haven’t seen them in 8 months. 

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Apologies for the delay in posting the last part of this MFSWeek story. Hope you’ve enjoyed it!

Anacostia is far from pleased with the plan, prompting her to have a word with Raelle and Abigail. Perhaps “word” is a bit of an understatement. They’re speaking so loudly that Scylla can make out their muffled conversation even from the other side of the glass wall as she approaches Anacostia’s office.

“And if the killer targets her?” Anacostia paces behind her desk, agitation etched in the rigidity of her shoulders and the tense set of her jaw. “What then, Collar?”

“Then I’d protect her!” Raelle snaps, and Scylla’s heart stills.

“You can barely protect yourself,” Anacostia shoots back. The barb hits its mark, dead center, and Raelle visibly flinches, but she doesn’t look away.

Scylla seizes the opportunity to interrupt and raps her knuckles against the door, drawing the attention of all three women. Abigail’s as stoic as ever, lips set in a firm line, while Raelle soften when she sees her. Anacostia’s chest rises and falls on a heaved sigh, and she beckons her inside.

Scylla enters and the tension is heavy, thicker than it seemed from the outside. She stands next to Raelle, whose frustration radiates off her.. 

"Dr. Ramshorn." Anacostia's voice is back to normal decibel levels, though still strained. "Collar and Bellweather have just informed me of their less than ideal course of action. I'd like to get your input."

“I’m not afraid, if that’s what you’re asking,” Scylla says.

“You’re putting yourself in danger,” Anacostia replies. “That’s not something to take lightly.” 

"I understand your concern, Sergeant. But with all due respect, we shouldn’t let emotions cloud our judgment.” Anacostia’s gaze is piercing, and Scylla can practically feel Abigail’s curious sidelong glance. Raelle stands frozen in place, eyes forward.

Scylla pushes forward. “Innocent people are dying, and we have a chance to stop it. The benefits far outweigh the risk.”

Nostrils flaring as she forcefully exhales, Anacostia stretches her neck up at the ceiling. “You keep her safe.” The glare she fixes on Raelle and Abigail could puncture steel. “Or your ass is grass. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” they say in unison.

“Get out before I change my mind.” They move to leave. “Except you, Ramshorn, I’d like a word.”

Scylla avoids eye contact with Raelle and Abigail when they walk past. The door closes with a quiet click.

“Don’t you think you were being a little harsh?” Scylla says when they’re alone.

“I don’t like any of this,” Anacostia wearily drops into her desk chair.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

Anacostia pinches the bridge of her nose. “This isn’t a joke, Scylla. If anything happens to you…”

Scylla knows all too well that Anacostia’s fear stems from the losses she’s faced. It’s what bonded them together all those years ago, when Scylla was too young and too reckless in the wake of tragedy. It’s why Scylla kept others at arm’s length, erecting walls around her heart. But Scylla’s done letting that fear dictate her life. 

“Nothing will happen to me,” Scylla reassures her. 

“You don’t know that.”

“No, but I can handle myself. As can your detectives.”

Anacostia inhales slowly, and exhales. She looks like she wants to argue some more, but also knows it's futile when Scylla's set her mind to something. “At the first sign of trouble, you’re out. Deal?”

“Deal.”

 ***

 Tally takes care of everything. She contacts the groups on Scylla’s behalf, submits all the necessary proofs of lineage, and eventually secures an invitation for a meet and greet with the Associated Daughters and Sons of Early American Witches. The group congregates at the Salem Witch House, a plain yet severe looking building with dark gray clapboard siding, diamond-paned windows, and a steeply pitched roof that accentuates the three triangular shapes integrated in the home’s facade. 

Raelle drives Scylla to the meeting and idles the car just outside. Scylla knows she has nothing to be worried about. But despite her previous bravado, she’s still nervous, hands so cold she’s lost all feeling in her fingertips. Her left knee bounces as she looks out the passenger-side window.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Raelle rests her hand on top of Scylla’s knee to calm her jitters. The warmth of palm seeps through the fabric of Scylla’s dress pants.

“I’m fine.” Scylla tries to sound convincing. “I’ve just never infiltrated anything before.”

Raelle’s fingers tighten around her knee in a gentle squeeze. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I know.” She covers Raelle’s hand with her own. “Listen, about what Anacostia said... She went a little too far”

“Maybe she didn’t,” Raelle breathes out as she looks out into the street.

“Hey.” With her free hand, Scylla gently grasps Raelle’s chin and turns her gaze back toward her. “I trust you.”

Lips quirking up in a small smile, Raelle takes Scylla’s hand and presses a kiss to her palm. “Bells and I will just be down the street if you need anything. Okay?”

“Okay.” Scylla nods and steps out of the car. 

Gathering her courage, she walks up a cobblestone path toward the structure that once served as the home of Jonathan Corwin, one of the more prominent judges during the Witch Trials, according to Tally’s reports. Steeped in such terrible history, an ominous aura surrounds it. And while, logically, Scylla knows that witches and spirits aren’t real--or, at least, not scientifically proven--goosebumps still prickle up her arms. 

When she enters, she’s immediately greeted by a tall and imposing woman, who’s hair is pulled back in a single braid that accentuates her sharp cheekbones. 

“You must be Scylla,” she says. “I’m Sarah Alder. We exchanged emails.” Her handshake is firm and steady.

“Thank you for inviting me,” Scylla says as she follows Sarah through the narrow halls of the main floor. 

“I’m glad you were able to make it.” They bypass several rooms filled with 17th century artifacts, some real, some replicated, ranging from metal plates and cutlery to items allegedly used by witches, such as clay “witch bottles” for keeping evil spirits at bay and doll-like “poppets” that represent their “victims.”

Before long, they enter a sitting room in the back with a large stone hearth and a wooden long table pushed against one wall, covered in various letters and other papers, yellow and tattered with age. About a dozen or so association members are gathered, seated on fold-out chairs arranged in a circle. A blur of introductions and awkward small talk ensues. 

Scylla already knows she won’t be able to remember everyone, but she takes particular note of Gerald, a veterinarian who apparently prefers to be called by his (bizarre) nickname, “Witchfather;” a jovial pediatrician with red hair named Berryessa; an older Asian dentist named Nessa; and a man named Porter, about Scylla’s age, who works as a prison counselor. Porter, in particular, seems oddly familiar, but she can’t quite place why. 

They’re all eager to speak about their ancestors, and Scylla smiles politely and does her best to keep up with their questions about her ties to Sarah Cloyce. She’ll have to thank Tally later for the primer on her predecessor.

“One of the lucky few who got away,” Berryessa comments.

“They’re actually more common than you might think,” Nessa adds. 

Scylla makes a mental note of their interest as the conversation continues to ebb and flow, eventually turning to the more mundane, administrative aspects of running the group. 

“I apologize that you’re not able to meet more of our brothers and sisters. I’m afraid our attendance numbers have been dwindling of late,” Sarah says.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Scylla says. “Any particular reason why?” 

Silence falls around the room, thick and uncomfortable. 

Gerald smoothes down his graying beard with his thumb and forefinger. “Dwindling interest in history, I suppose.”

Berryessa leans forward, voice dropping as if she’s sharing a secret. “It’s so bad this year that we haven’t even sold all our tickets to the gala.”

“The gala?” Scylla asks.

“The High Atlantic Charity Gala this Saturday,” Nessa answers. “We participate every year. All proceeds are donated to Salem’s historical sites.”

“You should join us,” Porter speaks up. “We could spare a ticket, right, Sarah?” 

“You’re more than welcome, Scylla,” Sarah agrees. “We can send you the details.”

Scylla shakes her head. “Oh, I don’t know…”

“Please,” Sarah says. “We insist.”.

“Then, I’ll see you there,” Scylla smiles and Porter’s cheeks flush. 

By the end of the meeting, Scylla’s exhausted. She’s not sure she has anything of substance for the case, but she at least has a few names for the detectives to investigate. Relief washes over her when she finds Raelle waiting for her outside, leaning against the hood of the car. And all Scylla wants to do is steal a kiss when she opens the passenger-side door. 

“So, how’d it go?”

“Good,” Scylla smiles, giving into her desire and leaning in to press a chaste kiss along the scar on Raelle’s cheek. “Do you want to be my date on Saturday night?”

 ***

 “I don’t like this,” Anacostia grumbles as Tally outfits Scylla with a “wire” beneath her black dress. “Have I mentioned this already?”

“Only about three dozen times,” Scylla says, her dress half unzipped, the top hanging loosely around her waist “What’s a few dozen more?”

They’re crammed in the back of an unmarked surveillance truck, discreetly parked a few blocks from the gala at the Salem Witch Museum. 

“It’ll be fine, Sarge,” says Abigail, already mic’d up and ready to go in her own evening gown, its vinyl bodice dark and shiny. “You said it yourself. The more eyes and ears we have in there, the better.”

“We’ll see and hear everything in ‘witch’ central.” Tally carefully straps a miniscule microphone and transmitter around Scylla’s waist, and Scylla instinctively jumps at the cold press of the electronics against her skin. “Sorry, all done.”

She pulls her dress back up, pleased that the wire is perfectly hidden beneath its sequins, arranged in a deep v-shape in the sheer mesh of her backless dress. 

When she’s done, Tally hands her a pair of large hoop earrings. “There’s a camera embedded in one of these. Try to keep your head steady, if you can.”

Scylla nods and she puts them in, surprised at how light they feel despite the added technology. 

“How do I look?” Scylla asks when she’s finished.

“Like your dress could use more fabric,” Anacostia mutters while Abigail lets out a low whistle.  

“Rae’s gonna be beside herself,” Tally comments.

“What?” Anacostia head snaps toward Tally. 

“Nothing!”

Anacostia frowns at her watch in agitation. “And just where the hell is Collar?” 

“Said she needed to get something.” Tally slides into a chair, swiveling toward three different computer screens to pull up the feeds from the cameras on Raelle, Scylla, and Abigail. “I strapped her up earlier.” The first two clearly display the interior of the van, while the third shows someone  approaching the rear of the truck and reaching out a hand to knock on the door..

“Speak of the devil,” Abigail mutters. She swings it open and glances at Scylla. “You ready?”

“Ready,” she answers, ignoring the sinking feeling in her stomach.

Anacostia places a hand on her arm, stopping her before she can hop out. “Just remember to be careful, all right?” 

“Don’t worry,” Scylla pats Anacostia’s hand and gives it a squeeze. “I’ll be around a long time to prematurely age you.”

“You better.”

Scylla carefully hops out of the back with a helping hand from Abigail, breath catching in her throat when her eyes land on Raelle, who’s holding a single lilac-colored rose in her hands. Her hair’s out of their usual braids, and hangs loose and soft.  She’s dressed in a sharp black suit, sleeves scrunched up to her elbows. The plunging neckline of her flesh-colored blouse gives the illusion that she’s not wearing anything underneath her jacket. Scylla forces herself not to stare.

Raelle, however, doesn’t have similar qualms. Her eyes drink in Scylla from head to foot and, for once, seems speechless. “Wow, you look…” 

“You clean up nicely, Detective,” Scylla says when she finds her voice again.

“Even I’m shocked,” Abigail comments, eyebrows raised.

Flipping off Abigail with one hand, Raelle hands the rose to Scylla with the other. “This is for you.”

Scylla twirls the smooth stem between her fingers. “Thank you.” She brings the petals to her nose and inhales its sweet scent.

“You two are nauseating,” Abigail says with mock indignation.

“I should probably leave this here.” Scylla turns back around to Anacostia, who’s scowling from the back of the van, and Tally, who unabashedly grins.

“Does it look like we have water and a vase in here?” Anacostia grouses.

“Don’t worry,” Tally assures her and takes the rose. “We’ll keep it safe.” 

Raelle offers Scylla her arm, and Scylla links her own into the crook of Raelle’s elbow. And if she happens to move closer to Raelle, well, she can justify it from the chill in the air.

 ***

 The gala’s in full swing when they pass through the arched double doors of the brownstone-and-brick museum, which reminds Scylla of a strange hybrid between a castle and a church. The main floor’s been cleared of most of its exhibits, giving the popular tourist trap an open, almost ballroom-like atmosphere for the High Atlantics to mingle and dance and drink their way into spending thousands of dollars on early settlement artifacts.

Raelle’s hand rests on the small of Scylla’s back as they make their way through the crowds, warm and steady, and doesn’t remove it until Abigail introduces Scylla to her mother, Salem’s chief of police. She’s as stern and regal as she appears in televised press conferences, perhaps even more so. Many other Bellweathers are also in attendance, including Abigail’s cousin, Charvel, and her fiancé, Ciro Hood.   

“Dr. L’Amara speaks very highly of you, Dr. Ramshorn,” Petra says when they shake hands. “And I have to say we’ve been very impressed with your work.”

“Thank you, Chief,” Scylla says, flushing slightly from the compliment and the proud smile Raelle beams her way. “It’s an honor to work with Dr. L’Amara and for an excellent police department.”

“Maybe we can make it permanent.” Petra accepts a flute of champagne from a server passing by with a tray. “There may be room in the budget to hire another permanent pathologist in the medical examiner’s office next year, if you’re interested.” 

The offer catches Scylla off-guard, and Raelle watches her switch interest. She had always assumed she would leave Salem once her fellowship ended. But now... “I would be interested,” Scylla nods gratefully. “Thank you.”

“Good.” Petra smiles before she’s called away, and Abigail goes with her.

Raelle and Scylla continue onward toward buffet tables filled with canapés, cheese, fruit, and a wide assortment of hors d’oeuvres. 

“We should probably split up.” Raelle pops a few berries into her mouth. “Cover more ground. Will you be okay on your own?”

“Somehow, I’ll find a way to manage.” Scylla eyes a tray filled with lobster claws.

Raelle flashes a grin before she disappears into the crowd. 

 ***

 As the night continues, a few association members greet Scylla. Berryessa gushes over her dress, while Nessa introduces Scylla to her daughter, an Army soldier who’s home on furlough. Scylla hasn’t yet spotted Sarah or Gerald. 

Scylla eventually finds herself wandering the exhibits of the side halls, just to escape the commotion of the gala and have a few minutes to herself to recuperate. She comes across one display that catches her eye. Behind the glass is a noose and an array of 17th century weapons, including a curved blade set in a cross-shaped, ivory hilt. The placard next to it reads: Camarilla Scythe, circa 1693.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” A voice says behind her.

Scylla turns to see Charvel Bellweather and Ciro Hood approach, arm-in-arm. Together, they make a striking couple, reminding Scylla of a Disney princess and prince who stepped out of a movie screen.

“The violence that stems from fear and hate.” Charvel comes to stand next to Scylla, peering inside the case. “Hundreds of years later and we still haven’t learned our lesson.”

“That’s very true,” Scylla agrees. 

“To play devil’s advocate,” Ciro starts.

Charvel rolls her eyes. “The devil doesn’t need an advocate.”

“I’m just saying,” Ciro raises his hands. “They were doing what they thought was best to protect their people.”

“By killing the innocent?” Charvel scrunches up her face. 

“We don’t know they were innocent,” Ciro says.

“Oh? And how exactly do you go about proving someone’s a witch?” Charvel turns toward Scylla. “What do you think, Doctor?”

They walk to another case, which contains old bibles, treatises, and letters. 

“Some historians believe that the witch trials were caused by ergot,” Scylla traces her fingers across the glass. “A fungus that can grow rye and wheat. When consumed, it can cause delusions and muscle spasms. Things that early colonists might consider a witch’s curse.”

“See?” Charvel nudges Ciro.

“It doesn’t hurt to understand where the settlers were coming from,” Ciro insists. 

“Sure. Are you going to try to understand that Windpipe Killer who’s been going after our families, too?” Charvel asks. “I’m sure that murderer has their twisted reasons.”

“There is no right or wrong, only a difference in perspective,” Ciro says, eyeing the books with interest.

“If you say so.” Charvel shrugs.

One open tome depicts a drawing of Camarilla soldiers executing “witches.” The black and white drawings are gruesome. A shiver runs down Scylla’s spine. 

 ***

 Later, when Scylla tries to find Raelle and Abigail, she comes across Porter instead. He's nervous and awkward in his eagerness, but endearing. Scylla has to admit he’s handsome in his tuxedo, even a bit dashing. 

“You made it!” He moves in for a hug, and Scylla awkwardly pats his broad shoulders. “How do you like everything?”

“It’s incredible, but a little overwhelming,” Scylla answers honestly. 

"You get used to it." He rakes his fingers through his golden curls. "I didn't know how to mention this at the meeting, but... you don't remember me, do you?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Salem High?” He smiles shyly. “We graduated in the same class together."

That's when it clicks--the reason he had seemed so familiar.

"Porter! We had chemistry together, right?"

She remembers he was fairly popular, sporty. Perhaps he played soccer. Or was it lacrosse?

He nods, pleased. "It's been a while. We missed you at the 10-year reunion."

"I was finishing up my residency," Scylla explains. "Hard to get away." It’s mostly true, though she could have taken a weekend, if she really had wanted.

“Maybe we could catch up more with a dance?”

His face is so openly expectant, Scylla almost feels guilty about turning him down. Perhaps if they had met at some other time, before a certain blonde, and blue-eyed detective had wandered into her life, Scylla would have said yes. 

But before Scylla can answer, a hand slides across her back, electrifying the skin exposed from the low cut of her dress.

“Actually, she’s spoken for.” Raelle appears beside her and thrusts out her other hand. “Raelle Collar.”

Porter hesitantly shakes her hand. “Porter Tippett. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were here with someone.”

Raelle curls her arm around Scylla's waist and rests her hand lightly on her hip. “Ready to go?”

“I’m sorry, Porter,” Scylla says. “Maybe we can catch up a little later?”

She doesn’t catch Porter’s response because Raelle’s already pulling her toward the dance floor. Once there, amid the other swaying couples, Raelle pulls her close, gently cradling Scylla’s left hand with her right. Scylla lightly rests her other hand on Raelle’s shoulder as they move to a slow and mellow melody played by a jazz band. 

“I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” The blue of Raelle’s eyes seem more intense than usual. 

Scylla’s eyes narrow slightly. “Would you care if you did?”

“No.” Raelle half smiles. “But I wouldn’t get in the way again if that’s what you wanted.”

“He’s not who I want,” Scylla admits, and Raelle’s expression softens. “Did you find anything?”

"No. You?"

"There were witch hunters called the Camarilla. Might be relevant. Tally will probably have a run down by the time the night's through.

Raelle hums softly as they continue to dance, cheek-to-cheek. She smells of dark vanilla and sandalwood, and Scylla nuzzles the crook of Raelle’s neck to breathe more of her in.  

"Can I ask you something?" Raelle asks after one song ends and another starts up.

"Of course." 

"Earlier, with Petra, were you actually interested in that position or were you just being polite?” Raelle whispers. 

“I’m interested." Scylla closes her eyes.

“I thought Salem had too many painful memories for you."

"It does. It did. But I'm making new ones. Happy ones." She skims her lips against the edge of Raelle's jaw, unable to stop the slow spread of her smile when Raelle's breath hitches. 

When Raelle rests the side of her head against hers, Scylla revels in the way they fit so perfectly together, her heart contracting and expanding with affection. And she wonders what she’s waiting for. Why she’s holding happiness at arm’s length when she could finally embrace it.

She makes a decision.    

“Rae,” Scylla whispers, a confession hanging from the tip of her tongue.

The lights cut out.

The museum plunges into darkness. 

Startled shrieks erupt around them while the organizers shout for everyone to keep calm.

“Shit,” Raelle curses, grip tightening on Scylla’s hand. “Let’s get out of here.” She begins leading her through the panicked crowd, but the push and pull of packed bodies trying to rush out at once causes them to lose contact.

“Scyl?” She hears Raelle call out in the din.

Scylla’s about to respond and make a blind break for the exit when she feels a stinging prick against her neck, and then feels nothing at all.

 ***

 Throbbing pain radiates from Scylla’s head and down her neck as she regains consciousness. She cracks her eyes open. Everything’s blurred, and she tries to blink away the haze to no avail. Wherever she is, it’s dark and cold and reeks of decomposing flesh. The putrid scene is unmistakable and Scylla gags. 

“Hey,” a woman says from her left, panic lacing her words. “Hey, are you awake?” 

“Yeah.” Scylla’s mouth is so dry it’s hard to speak. “Where… where are we?”

“I don’t know. Some kind of freaky murder lair or something.”

“What?” Scylla tries to move, but finds she can’t. She’s handcuffed to a bar on the wall, still in her evening wear. The tight metal bites into her wrist, and the sharp sting helps the room slowly come into focus.

They're in a windowless room with cinderblock walls. A basement, perhaps? The young woman who spoke is to her right, similarly bound to a chair. Her long dark hair is mussed, her eyeliner smudged, and her deep violet dress torn in spots. Meanwhile, another woman is strapped to a gurney, unconscious, with no visual wounds. Both of her arms are hooked up to IV lines.

Scylla recognizes her immediately: Charvel Bellweather. There’s a tray next to her with syringes and surgical equipment.

“Oh my god, we got caught by the Windpipe Killer,” the woman says, hysterical. “That’s what this is, right? The Windpipe Killer?”

“We have to stay calm,” Scylla says even though her heart is about two seconds from pounding out of her chest. “I’m Scylla Ramshorn.”

“Glory Moffett,” she says. “I can’t believe we’re going to die. I’m too young to die!”

“No one’s going to die, Glory.” Scylla glances down, stomach sinking when she notices that her dress is torn at the midriff. The wire is gone. Shit. She shakes her head. Her earrings are still on. That’s something, at least. “Someone will find us.”

"Like, our dead bodies?"

"No," Scylla insists. She hopes the camera is still able to send a signal. "Tally? I hope you can see this," she whispers.

"Tally?" Glory asks. "Who's Tally?!"

The door swings open, and Glory shrieks. Three hooded figures enter, menacing in their dark cloaks. None speak as one approaches Charvel while the other two stand guard over Glory and Scylla.

“If you’re trying to contact your colleagues at the SPD, I’m afraid we removed this long before we left the gala.” The one closest to her lifts the camera that had been strapped to her body, and drops it on the floor. It crunches beneath his boot.

She feels like she’s heard his voice before.

"Who are you?" Metal clanks against metal as Scylla struggles against her handcuffs. “Why are you doing this?”

“To finish what our ancestors started, Dr. Ramshorn.” He pulls down his hood. “And purge impure blood tainted by the devil.”

“Gerald?” Scylla can’t believe it.

“You know this freak?!” Glory squeaks. The hooded figure next to her unsheaths a curved dagger and holds it to Glory’s neck.

“Witchcraft isn’t real, Gerald,” Scylla says as calmly as possible even as her throat tightens with panic. “You’re delusional.”

“The public are the ones who are deluded,” Gerald says. “We are doing the Lord’s work.”

“What about Sarah?” Scylla asks. “What have you done to her?”

Gerald smirks. “My dear friend will get what’s coming to her, like the rest of you.” He turns toward Charvel. “Ciro, if you’ll please.”

Scylla mouth drops open.

“Ciro Hood?” Glory exclaims. “Aren’t you her fiancé? You’re like a power couple. How can you do this?!”

“A necessary evil to get close to the Bellweathers,” Ciro says, as he picks up one of the syringes and points the needle toward the ceiling, flicking the barrel. “To protect us all.”

“Oh goddess,” Glory moans.

“Don’t!.” Scylla cries out, fear courses like ice through her veins. “Please. Take me first.”. 

“All in due time, Dr. Ramshorn,” Gerald says. “All in due time.”

Ciro brings the syringe closer to the access port of one of the IV tubes. Just as he’s about to insert it, a loud bang rattles the ceiling, followed by the rumbling of dozens of footsteps. He freezes as Gerald barks at them that they have to evacuate.

“How did they find us?” Ciro asks. 

Gerald backhands Scylla. Her head snaps back, the taste of copper filling her mouth.

“We have to go,” the third killer says. A woman. Scylla doesn’t recognize her voice.

“But Bellweather,” Ciro protests.

“Leave her,” Gerald orders, taking out his own dagger. “Wick, take Moffett.”

“We should just kill them all,” Wick says. 

“No, the police won’t touch us if it means endangering one of their own.” He uncuffs Scylla and hauls her to her feet, while Wick does the same with Glory. “Try anything and we’ll slit Moffett’s throat.”

With a bruising grip on her arm, he shoves her toward the door. They’re forced down a dark hall when a shout rings out, “SPD, freeze!!!”

Earsplitting gunshots crack in the air.

Glory screams.

Gerald yanks Scylla to him and turns them around. The edge of the cold blade presses against her neck. She can make out two bodies on the floor. Glory cowers in a ball on the ground as beams of light rush toward her.   .

“Hold your fire!” A familiar voice rings out, and Scylla’s heart hammers against her ribs.

Raelle.

Gerald walks them backwards. “Stop right there,” he shouts. 

Raelle stops. The light from her flashlight is blinding. 

“It’s over, Gardner.” Raelle’s voice is cold and harsh. She creeps forward with her gun raised. “Let her go.”

“One more step, and the SPD will have one less employee.” Gerald knicks a patch of Scylla’s skin, and she cries out. 

Raelle lowers her weapon slightly, enough so that the glare of her light isn’t as harsh. Scylla can just make out the storm swirling in a sea of blue. Scylla nods imperceptibly..

I trust you.

The shot thunders out. 

In a flurry of activity that comes too quickly for her to process, Scylla finds herself falling backward onto the floor, still clutched in a dead man’s grasp. They crash to the ground, knocking the air clean out of Scylla’s lungs. She manages to peel herself away, heart thundering so hard her head pounds in sync, and the next thing Scylla knows, gentle hands are tenderly brushing hair from her face. 

“Scyl?”

All she can see are blue eyes filled with concern. She collapses forward and a pair of strong arms wraps around her.

“Rae…” She buries her head in Raelle’s chest, grasping her shoulders. 

“I’ve got you,” Raelle clutches her tight. “I’ve got you.” 

 ***

 Sirens and flashing blue lights fill the aftermath. Scylla doesn’t remember walking from the house. Or letting the paramedics poke and prod her to make sure she’s okay. It all goes by in a blur. Tally hugs her tight, and Anacostia holds her even tighter, while Raelle works to secure the crime scene with Abigail and their fellow officers.  

“You sure you’re okay?” Anacostia drapes a thin blanket over Scylla’s shoulders. 

“Yeah,” Scylla nods. “What about Glory and Charvel?”

“Moffett’s a little shaken up, but no worse for wear,” Anacostia confirms. “Abigail went with Charvel to the hospital, but it sounds like she’ll be just fine.”

“That’s a relief.” Scylla pulls the blanket around her tighter as Anacostia leads her to a squad car.   

“So,” Anacostia starts as they lean against the trunk. “You and Collar were putting on quite the show before everything went to hell. Craven was beside herself.”

Scylla’s cheeks heat up. “I just escaped from three serial killers, could you maybe wait to grill me about my girlfriend?”

"Girlfriend, huh?" Anacostia chuckles. “She makes you happy?”

“Very.” Happy is an understatement. Raelle got her to notice her heart again for the first time in a long time. 

“Then I won’t bust her chops. But if she ever hurts you...”

“I won’t,” comes Raelle’s voice. 

Scylla's breath catches.

“Good.” Nodding, Anacostia squeezes Scylla’s shoulder. “I’ll check on you tomorrow.” As she passes Raelle, she claps her on the back. “You did good, Collar.”

Scylla steps back into Raelle’s arms when she’s close, succumbing to the gravitational pull between them. 

"Will you stay with me?” Scylla rests her forehead against Raelle's.

"Of course." Raelle rubs soothing circles up and down Scylla's back. 

“All night?”

“As long as my girlfriend wants me.” Raelle’s grin is bright enough to chase away the shadows of the night. 

Groaning, Scylla hides her face against Raelle’s shoulder. “You heard that?”

“I did.” Raelle presses her lips to Scylla’s hair. 

“Is that… okay?”

“Scyl, look at me.” Raelle cradles Scylla’s face between her hands, holding her gaze, eyes deep like the ocean. “I’ve wanted nothing more since that first night we met.” 

Tears slip down Scylla’s cheeks as she leans forward and kisses Raelle, warmth unfurling inside her chest. 

“Just so you know, I expect chocolate chip pancakes in the morning,” Scylla says when they pull apart. “They better be as good as you say they are, or it's a deal breaker. Got it?"

Raelle only laughs. "Got it."

#raylla #motherland fort salem #raelle collar #scylla ramshorn #non-magic au

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The Tower: Unexpected - 1

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3416

Warnings:  smut (Bisexual orgy.  Electrostim, bondage, blindfolds, oral sex, minor come play, sloppy seconds) on this chapter, more smut, angst, pregnancy for the fic.

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds.  While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.  

Author’s Note:  Written with the every amazing @fanficwriter013

Chapter 1: One-By-One

You know when you have an idea that seems pretty good at the time and then later it turns out to be just the worst thing you’ve ever done?  Well, this is kind of the opposite to that.  It was a stupid idea at the time.  I was already partially regretting it when the blindfold went on.  But even though, it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever been through, the end result was the best thing that has ever happened to me.

You see, Thor was in town and as usual, things were a little out of control.  Thor was very, very popular when he was on Earth.  Along with a general grapple to spend time with him, there were more orgies than normal.  A lot of it was him.  He is not only extremely hot but very calming.  He was one of the few people that made Bruce genuinely giddy to be around.  Not the usual blushing.  Or the more demanding side when Hulk was pushing on him, but giddy and excitable.  He kinda just has this effect on you.

I was sitting around in the common room with Natasha and Clint while some of the others kept coming in and out of the room and I’d said one day I was going to have all the guys come inside of me in the one session.  For some reason, Natasha ran with the idea.  She was really excited about.  Clint said there was no way in hell I’d be able to last that long.  Natasha said if anyone could it was me, that okay, maybe, Steve, Bucky, and Thor would need to be warmed up a little first, but I could do it.

It became this thing.  She told everyone.  I ended up with my wrists in leather cuffs and shackled to the edge of the pit-bed.  My eyes covered and Natasha running her hands over me.

“You’re ready for this, mishka?”  She whispered against my ear.

“Mmm… Yes, Tasha.”  I hummed.

Around me, I could hear the others.  The whispers of fabric brushing past skin as it was shed and tossed aside.  The wet smack of lips against lips.  Soft moans as they each began to explore each other.  My skin started to feel warm and prickle and I snapped my head to the side.  “Wanda?”

“I’m right here, Elly,”  Wanda said softly.

Natasha began kissing down my body.  Each place her lips touched made the vibration from Wanda’s powers suddenly feel more intense.  When her lips touched down on my pussy, I gasped and arched up.  The wet rasp of Natasha’s tongue over my clit mixed with the buzz from Wanda sent a jolt right up my spine and made my cunt flood.

Natasha hummed and swirled her tongue around before replacing it with her thumb.  “Ready for them already?”  One of her fingers slipped inside of me and she circled her thumb over my clit.

I bucked against her hand and jerked against the bonds.  “Yes, Natalia.  I’m always ready for any of you.”

“Well, then,”  She hummed and took her hand away.  The warm buzz of Wanda’s powers winked out and both women moved away from me.  Large strong hands grabbed my hips and someone moved between my legs.  I lifted a foot and placed it on a firm chest.  They leaned down, pushing my leg back against my chest and pulled one of my nipples into their mouth as they teased the head of their cock up and down my soaking pussy.

“Sam?”  I half moaned.

He chuckled in reply.  “Now how did you know it was me, princess?”

“I know my bird,”  I replied.

“Of course you do.”  He said and brought his lips to mine.  As he did he sunk his cock slowly into me.

I moaned into the kiss, my cunt squeezing around his cock as he entered me.  Around me, the sounds had changed.  Bodies shifted against the mattress.  Moans became more frequent, occasionally joined by voices, though there seemed to be some kind of rule that talking was to be kept to a minimum.

Sam started to thrust inside me.  I wanted to hold him, to dig my fingers into his back, but I was helpless to do anything.  His mouth moved along my jaw and to my neck.  He sucked a patch, using his teeth.  I groaned knowing he was marking me.

He began to move faster, rutting hard and deep into me.  I was pinned under him, moaning, my hands opening and closing in my bonds.  The base of his cock rubbed against my clit with each forward thrust, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh god, Sammy.  Gonna come.”  I babbled.

“I’m right there with you, princess.”  Sam rasped.  “You ready for the first of us?”

“Yes.  Oh god, yes.  I want it.”  I cried, bucking under him.

He groaned and bit down into my shoulder.  I arched up suddenly as my orgasm hit and he groaned and released inside of me.  His cock pulsed as my cunt milked him through it.

“That’s one, princess.”  He whispered slipping from inside of me.  “Who do you think will be next?”

He moved away and for a moment I just lay there panting, my legs shaking a little.  Another body took his place and began placing long, slow kisses up my stomach.  The scratch of a beard tickling my skin.  I hooked my leg around him and ran my foot down the curve of his back and over his ass.

“Hello, Tony,”  I whispered.

“Is that what this is going to be?  Guess the dick?”  He teased as his tongue flicked over my nipple.

“Mm-hmm…” I hummed.

“What’s the point of the blindfold then?”  He asked, continuing his path up my body.  His lips ghosting over my skin as he spoke.

“Not much of a guessing game if I can see.”  I teased.

Tony laughed and kissed me under the ear.  “Well, guess what, boss?  I finally get to be on top and there is nothing you can do about it.”

He grabbed my thighs and with a quick snap of his hips, he was deep inside of me. “Oh no.” I gasped.

“I know, darling.  So hard for you.” He teased as he began to thrust hard into me.

“That's… what … she… said…” I said, each word accentuated with a thrust.

Tony chuckled and brought his lips to mine.  He kissed me hungrily, his tongue circling with mine.  I moaned loudly, not breaking the kiss and wrapped my legs around his waist just so I could hold on.

He rested one hand on my throat and the other trailed down my body, cupping my breast, teasing down my side before he reached my cunt and began teasing my clit.

I broke our kiss with a gasp.  Tony’s mouth moved to my left breast and he began sucking just on the underside.  Pressing his teeth against my soft flesh as I moaned under him.  I was going to come away from this with a series of hickeys all over me, I could tell now.  I moaned and whimpered under him as another orgasm approached.

“Tony.  Tony.  Tony.”  I babbled, each utterance of his name, half question, half statement.

“Gonna come for me?”  He asked, his thrusts coming harder and faster.

“Oh, god, yes.  Please, Tony.”  I cried.

He kept moving, his fingers rolling over my clit.  I arched up off the bed as my orgasm hit.  Tony grabbed my hips and held me down as he kept rutting into me.

“Please, Tony.  I want it.” I groaned.

He grunted, slamming into me and with a hard thrust he held me in place as he came, his semen mixing with Sam’s.

I hummed and went to touch him, but only managed to jerk my arms in their bonds.  “Shh… it’s okay, dear.”  He said running his hands down my arms and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

He slipped out of me and moved away.  I felt two hands on my ankles, one flesh and one metal.  “Bucky…”  I breathed.

“Hey, darlin’.” He hummed.  “How are you doing?  Want to change positions?”

I nodded and he unclipped the cuffs from the headboard and pulled me up into his lap.   I hooked my cuffed arms around his neck as he lowered me down onto his cock.

“How are your shoulders?”  He whispered as I adjusted to his girth.

“They’re okay,”  I replied and started to roll my hips in his lap.

We started to kiss and I added a bounce to the moment.  I moved up and down on his dick, swirling my hips.  He held me close, one hand pressed into my lower back and the other tangled in my hair.

“Oh god, Buck.  You feel so good.”  I moaned, letting my head fall back.  His cock slid in and out of me easily and I squeezed my walls around it as I moved.

“You’re gonna make me come before you do, the way you’re goin’, El.”  He rumbled.

He started sucking hard at the dip of my clavicle and thrusting up into me.  I moaned and clutched at his back, my fingers digging into the thick, corded muscles.  I could feel a third orgasm approaching.

Bucky’s fingers moved to my clit and I gave into him.  Letting myself feel all the places he was touching me and every pleasure center that had been activated.  I came, clenching around him and my toes curling.  “Oh god, yes.”

Bucky groaned and kept bouncing me in his lap.  I kept swirling my hips and clenching my walls, milking his cock.  With a groan he released.  I could feel him filling me in waves.   “Oh god, yes.”  I moaned.

He lifted me up off his lap and lay me back down, pulling his head out from between my linked arms.  “Three down.  Four to go.  Who’s next, do you think?”  He purred in my ear before moving away.

I stretched a little as I waited to find out.  I could still hear Steve and Thor, though they were obviously trying to keep quiet.  Clint was noisier.  He was moaning and talking in a whine.  I am sure he was at least with Natasha because I definitely heard him say her name.

A body moved up beside me and guided me on my side, before spooning me.  I could feel his soft chest hair pressed against my back and the tickle of his scruff as he kissed the side of my neck.  He wrapped his arms around me and took hold of the cuffs around my wrists, pinning my hands to my chest.

“Mmm… B… please fuck me.”  I hummed as he lazily teased the head of his cock up and down my folds.

“Don’t worry, El.  I plan to.”  He whispered, slowly kissing my neck.  “I think you should know though, while he did enjoy the foreplay we had with Tony and then Thor and then watching, he’s a little annoyed we didn’t get to go first.”

“That’s not my fault, big guy,”  I said in a half whine, grinding my ass against him.

“He knows.  He’s just feeling a little possessive.”  On the word possessive, Bruce thrust hard into me, so our bodies cracked together.  I yelped at the sudden invasion and my hands tightened into fists.

“You gotta learn to share, big guy.”  I moaned as Bruce began to rut against me.

“Something I’ve been saying for years.”  Bruce joked.

He bit down into my shoulder and sucked at the patch of skin he had between his teeth.  A fourth hickey, joining the three that were already developing on my skin.  He kept one hand pinning my wrists against my chest.  The other roamed over me.  Massaging my breasts, running over my throat, digging into my hips.

As his moans got louder and more primal, his fingers came to my clit.  I was over-worked already, my cunt sensitive and swollen.  I mewled and leaned my head back against his shoulder.  “Oh god, B.  That’s it, just like that.”

“I’ve got you, El.”  He groaned, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

I came.  My whole body seizing up against him.  He was obviously right on edge, he groaned and spilled inside me adding to the others.

He kissed my cheek as he slipped from within me and rolled away.  A moment later large hands were on me massaging my shoulder.  “How are you doing sweetheart?  You still want this.” Steve whispered.

“Mmm… Yes please, Steve.  I want all of you.” I hummed.

He chuckled softly.  “Your quite the mess right now.” He pushed two of his fingers inside of me and corkscrews his wrist. I moaned and let out a shuddering breath as a jolt past through me.  Steve pulled his finger free and a moment later they touched on my lips, sticky and wet.  I sucked on them, a heady cocktail of me, Sam, Bucky, Tony and Bruce coating my taste buds.  “It's dripping from you,” Steve whispered against my ear.

I moaned again and shifted where I lay, my whole body flushed and buzzing.

“Can you get on your hands and knees?” Steve asked.

I shifted into position.  My legs were feeling weak and I knew I wouldn't last like that.  I also knew it wouldn't matter.

Steve positioned himself behind me and pulled me back against him more.  I felt his cock, achingly hard against my ass.  He gently ran his hands over my shoulders and eased his cock inside of me.

I moaned, my head dropping forward, but Steve wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled it back as he started to fuck me.  Each thrust was slow and deep, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.  I could barely keep myself up and slowly began to sink down.  First, my head collapsing onto the mattress as my ass was propped in the air and then lying flat on my stomach my legs slightly spread.

It didn't matter though, Steve never eased up.  He held my hair and one hand on my hip and just kept fucking me.  He lay almost completely on top of me, pushing me into the mattress as he did and bit the side of my neck, placing his own mark on my skin.

I completely fell apart under him.  I had no control over my body.  I was over stimulated and everything he did felt perfect.  My toes curled as an orgasm built.  “Steve… I can't … Oh god…” I whimpered and then came hard.  He kept thrusting.  Keeping the same pace.  My cunt fluttering around his cock.  As one orgasm ended, another started and I started worrying I wasn't going to make it.  I was going to have to tap out. Steve slammed into me as the second orgasm ended and came with a loud groan.  For a moment he just lay crushing me before he kissed the side of my neck and rolled off.

Another body moved up behind me, flipping me over easily and clipping my arms back onto the side of the bed.  He ran his hands up over my stomach and my hair follicles all stood on end as a static charge passed over me.  “Thor,” I hummed as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders.

“Yes, lover.” He said warmly.  “You're doing so well.  You are just a normal Midgardian aren't you?”

I laughed and lifted my hips off the mattress.  “I’m pretty sure.”

“Such stamina is admirable.” He said as he sunk his cock into me.

I have a few large lovers.  Steve and Bucky are formidable and while they do love double penetration and Thor isn't as large as them both at once, he is huge.  My cunt was so swollen and sensitive, I felt so full.  Yet the fluids of both myself and the others allowed him to move easily.  He thrust hard and he seemed to be running electrical charges over my skin because my core muscles were contracting against my will like I was hooked up to a tens machine.

I had never felt such a combination of complete helplessness and arousal all at once.  I was his at that moment.  While I was aware that everyone was still there and watching I belonged to Thor.

I started to babble incoherently and an orgasm hit me, taking over my whole body.  Thor was nowhere near close though. He kept thrusting and leaned down and sucked on the side of my right breast, adding his own mark and creating another deep ache in me that blending in with the next orgasm.

I came three more times before Thor finally released.  It felt like a flood as he emptied inside of me with a loud groan.

My whole body trembled as he climbed off me.  I could feel semen dripping from me and I was weak and spent, but there was still Clint.  I was so close now I had to finish.

Clint crawled over to me and uncuffed my hands.  He kissed me softly and removed my blindfold.  I blinked slowly and looked up into his blue eyes.  “Hey, princess, that's better isn't it?”

I hummed and wrapped my arms around his neck.  “It sure is.”

“I think you'll be pleased to hear that I'm a light breeze away from blowing my load too.”

I started giggling.  “Then how come you're the last one?”

Clint brought his lips right up to my ear and pushed two of his fingers slowly into me.  “Being the last one might be a little kink I've never gotten to explore either.” He whispered so low that only I could hear.  “And let me tell you, princess.  You look so dirty right now and so fucking hot.”

He pulled his fingers out and showed me the sticky white mess on them.  “Fuck,” I breathed.

“Right?” He said with a quirk of his eyebrows. “You want these?”

I nodded and he brought them to my lips.  I sucked them slowly clean as he watched me his eyes darkened with lust as I did.

He ducked down between my legs and ran his tongue up my folds humming happily before moving back up and positioning his cock at my entrance.  His fingers skimmed down my neck and over my shoulders.  “Where do you want mine?”

I tapped a spot on my collarbone and he kissed it softly and sunk into me.  As he began to roll his hips against mine he sucked on that spot.  I ran my fingers through his hair and down his back for the first time looking around at the others.

Bucky, Sam, and Steve sat in a little group watching closely though they were all clearly done for the night.  Thor was watching with Natasha, fingering her slowly as electricity danced over her skin.

Tony lay between Bruce’s legs as Bruce stroked his cock.  He looked close and Bruce was a little green at the edges.  Wanda was curled in a ball near to but not touching Sam.  She looked as spent as I felt and her eyes were drooping but her hands were both between her legs, pushing on her cunt like she was trying to relieve some pressure.

I moaned as I watched them.  Clint kept up his slow gentle pace but at this point, it was all I needed.  My orgasm washed over me and I clung to Clint through it.  He relaxed and released with me.  The last of my boys coming inside me and mixing with the others.

When he pulled out I curled up against him and he held me.  “Worth it?” He whispered.  I nodded my head. “Ever going to do that again?” He asked and when I shook my head he started laughing.

“Alright,” Steve said, scooping me into his arms. ��“Time to get you cleaned up.  I think a bath after that.  You must be sore.”

I nodded.  “Thank you, Steve,” I said sleepily.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He said as he stood.  “Can someone bring Wanda.  I think she might need it too. Of course, you're all welcome to join us.”

Everyone started getting up to follow us into the bathroom.  Sam picked up Wanda and cradling her in his arms.

If I knew then what I know now, I wonder if I would have felt as content as I did.

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i love your account so much !!! I love that you write good one shots about olivia!! I was wondering if you could write a NSFW one w/ olivia and the reader where they are using a strap on? It could be like a date night and Noah is staying the night with Aunt Amanda or something

To your surprise, Olivia had asked Amanda to take Noah for the night. When the blond detective showed up at your front door at seven in the evening, asking where his things were, you were certainly perplexed, but you weren’t complaining. Amanda explained that Liv wanted to have some alone time with you. So, you handed her his things, and they set off. You immediately got to work.

You cleaned the whole house so it smelled nice, then you took a long shower. Once you dried off, you applied nice smelling lotions, and slipped on a white laced pair of high waisted panties, as well as a white laced push up bra. It was around nine at night, and you were getting a little nervous. You figured Liv would be home by now. 

You decided to wait in your bedroom. You lit some candles, and turned out the lights. You undid the bed, and laid across it. A few minutes later, and you heard the front door open.

“Y/N!?” Olivia called out.

“Back here!” You hollered.

She shuffled around a bit in the living room before you heard her shoes click against the wooden floors of the hallway that lead to your bedroom. She opened the door, and smiled at the sight in front of her. “Hello gorgeous.”

You blushed, resting your head on your arms. “Hey, baby.”

She leaned against the door, a bag in her hand. 

“You just gonna sit there?” You asked, arching your back a bit.

Her eyebrows raised. “I’m afraid if I touch you I wont be able to stop.”

Just that sentence made you hot as hell. You sat up, bending over so your breasts were accentuated. “What if I don’t want you to stop?”

She grinned, walking forward. “Then I wont be able to use my present.”

You blinked, crawling toward the end of the bed on all fours. “Present?”

She slipped off her shoes, and stepped toward you. She sat the brown paper bag in front of you. “Open it.”

With a swallow, you slowly opened the bag. Inside, you lifted out a large dildo. Thick, and at least seven inches. Your eyes widened. The two of you hadn’t used toys before, at least not together. You had a vibrator you shared, but usually that was only when the two of you couldn’t be intimate. 

You looked up at her. “Wow.”

She laughed. “I know, it’s not usually our thing. But...I wanted to try something new, if you’re up to it?”

“How are we gonna...”

She put her hand inside the bag, and lifted out the strap on. “With this.”

You giggled. “My God.”

“Do you want to?” She asked gently. “It’s okay to say no.”

You got on your knees, leaned against your girlfriend, and pressed a kiss to her lips. Your hands wandered under her sweater, hands grazing her bra clad breasts. “I’m going to say yes, because I think this might be interesting.” You slid the sweater off and over her head, then you unzipped and unbuttoned her pants. She slid them off her legs, throwing them to the side. She took a deep breath, eyeing you up and down.

“Take off your clothes.” She breathed.

You smiled innocently. “I need help, baby.”

With a smirk, she crawled on the bed. Both of you on your knees, with her behind you. She unclasped your bra, throwing it to the side. From behind, she reached around, and groped your breasts. You leaned against her, chewing on your bottom lip as she rubbed her fingers along your nipples. Her lips came in contact with your neck, sucking, biting, kissing. One hand on one breast, one hand roaming down your tummy to the waistband of your panties. She took both hands away and lowered the panties down over your ass. You slid them off. Still, she was behind you, she reached beneath your legs, shoving your leg to the side. You complied, spreading your legs. She reached her fingers from the top your slit down, causing you to let out a gentle moan.

She lifted her fingers to your mouth, making you taste yourself. Then, she turned you to the side, and kissed you deeply. “You taste lovely.” She whispered against your lips, causing you to whimper with desire.

“Lay down.” She commanded.

You complied, your pussy throbbing, your fluids leaking down your ass. She rid herself of her bra and panties, and your breathing began to speed. You began to pleasure yourself at the sight of her.

She flicked your hand away. “No, no. Only I get to make you feel that way tonight.”

“Liv, please.” You pleaded. “I need you.”

With a smirk, she slid on the strap on, and clicked in the dildo. “Tell me what you need.”

“Put it inside me.” You begged, bucking your hips. “Please, Livvy.”

She stepped forward, spreading your legs as far as they could go. She put two fingers next to your opening, spreading it wide, and then entered the head of the dildo. You gasped. You’d forgotten how a penis felt inside you.

She began pumping as she slid deeper inside you, which made you scream out her name. Her nails raked against your thighs. “Yes, baby?”

“Fuck me harder.” You cried out.

She slid all seven inches inside you, and began pumping vigorously. 

“Yes.” You yelped. “Oh, yes, baby.”

She leaned down to kiss you fiercely, taking a handfull of your hair and pulling at it. You hands grabbed your own breasts, massaging them against your palms. As she pleasured you with the toy, she rubbed against your clit, causing your entire lower body to feel the most pleasured it ever had.

“I-I’m gonna...” You groaned, feeling your walls clamp around the dildo tightly. “gonna come...”

She grinned, pushing on your tummy to add to the pressure of the dildo. “Do it, baby.”

And you did. You came hard, and fast. You screamed as the climax ran down your body, fluids releasing. Olivia took the dildo out, and licked it clean, before slipping the strap on off and throwing them both to the side. She crawled up beside you, and you wrapped yourself around her, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay, my love?” She asked softly, drawing circles on your bum.

You nodded. “Better than okay.”

“I think my surprise was a hit.” She chuckled.

“Me too.”

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Tease

Summary: After hours of subtly teasing Niall, you finally get what you want.

Requested: yes 

POV: 2nd

Warning(s): smut! and mentions of oral

i apologize if i got any details wrong about how golf tournaments work bc i know nothing about golf :p

Seeing him in those tight golf pants and that collared shirt had you feeling some type of way. It was golf season and Niall was invited to play in a golf tournament, the Celebrity Matches prior to the Ryder Cup to be exact. You never really cared for golf, you thought it was boring. You loved Niall and would do anything for him, so being the sweet and supportive wife you are, you tagged along with him. You didn't really know what to wear to events like these, so you asked Niall and he replied with, "Doesn't matter. Jus' wear somet'in ya'd wear t' church." You decided on a cute pair of dark pink jeans and a white button up with light pink lining. You couldn't lie, you were really feeling yourself. He wore tight, white, Nike golf pants that shaped his bottom perfectly. A dark blue collared shirt adorned his chest, the sleeves accentuating his arm muscles beautifully. It was a little bit windy outside so he had slipped on a blue zip-up and placed a matching blue snapback on his head. He was perfection in your eyes. 

The game itself was not climactic at all for you. You had made friends with a couple of the other wives and girlfriends there, but you still wanted to have a little bit of fun. You and Niall were well into your sex-life, so you knew what got him going and what didn't. You would send him sexy glances and watch longingly as he played, whispering sweet nothings and your sexual inside jokes into his ear when you got the chance. You would occasionally flash him a little bit of skin, being cautious of the eyes around you. You would sip your drink slowly or let your hands "accidentally" slip; just doing every innocent thing that you knew turned him on. 

"Baby, please stop. I don't wanna have a massive boner 'n front of all these people." he begged, soft enough for only you to hear.

"What'rya talking about?" you asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes. 

He didn't reply, only giving you a deathly glare. You grinned at him before he walked away. Did you stop? Of course not! What's the fun in that? You continued to play little games with him, watching him struggle and adjust his pants every five minutes. For the last couple of holes, he didn't really pay attention to you (occasionally sending you glances). He was doing his best to keep his dirty thoughts at ease and focus on the game. You talked to a couple of girls you met while you watched him play, admiring his ass in those pants. 

You felt your lips begin to get a little dry, so you dug into your bag and pulled out your coconut chapstick. You wanted Niall to watch you put it on because it drew attention to your lips and you knew Niall loved your lips. You waited until he looked in your direction before opening the cap and slowly applying it to your lips, keeping your eyes locked with his. He had no facial expression, but you could tell it was driving him insane. His jaw was clenched and his adam's apple bobbed as he gulped. Thoughts were swirling through his head about your lips and what he knows they can do to him. You rubbed your lips together before closing the cap and slipping it back into your purse. You looked back up at him and he wasn't watching you anymore. He was interacting with one of his mates as they waited for the next hole. With a satisfied smile on your face, you turned and asked Amelia, Niall's friend Jamie Dornan's wife whom you met years ago, a question.

Soon enough Niall began walking in your direction before he growled into your ear as he walked past you, "Yer gonna fuckin' get it when we get home," 

You couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks and the soft chuckle that left your lips. Amelia asked with a soft giggle, "What'd he say?" 

"He's being annoying," you replied. 

The game had finally come to an end and it was time to go. After saying your goodbyes to everyone, Niall grabbed your hand and lead you to your ride. A security guard opened the black, car door and Niall hopped in, you following shortly after. The second the car door shut, he threw himself on you and attached his lips to your neck. 

"Mm, baby, okay, okay, okay, okay," you hummed, pushing him off of you, "Slow down. We're not even home yet."

"Yer so fuckin' mean," he growled, narrowing his lust-filled eyes at you, "'m so hard it hurts." 

You grinned softly, leaning in and connecting his lips to yours, slowly moving yours against his and setting a pace. His lips were soft and gentle against yours, feeling like flower petals and tasting like the strawberry chapstick he had on. Your tongues battled for dominance, soft hums leaving your throat. 

"Ya know what you were doin' t' me up dere?" he mumbled against your lips, his accent thick, "Couldn't focus 'cause all I could t'ink about was fuckin' ya int' next week."

"I'm so wet." you whispered.

"Mm, bet ya are," he cocked his eyebrows and gave you a smirk, "Got yerself riled up," 

You whimpered, kissing the corner of his mouth before kissing his lips. With one hand pressed against his thigh, the other cupped his face, your lips moving in sync with his. He licked into your mouth, exalting his dominance over you. You deepened your kisses, craving more of him. You could never get enough of him. He always made you feel good, not only between the sheets but even his kisses had you imagining some not so innocent things. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt a pulse between your legs, soft hums falling from your throat.

Luckily, the car you were in had a lot of privacy. The back was meant for a group of people, but it was only you and Niall. There was a wall that separated the front from the back and a tinted window in the middle of it so the driver and the passenger could communicate if they needed to. You were positive you could still hear through the wall, so you both spoke quietly.

"Look at dat." he hummed, cocking his head and acknowledging you to look down at his manhood, "You did dat." 

His white pants were even tighter than they were before. His bulge was prominent, begging to be released. You licked your lips and reached over, palming him. He was hard as a rock, throbbing against your palm. You looked up at him and he bit his bottom lip as he stared at yours. He leaned in and began kissing you again while your hand mindlessly started to massage his bulge, releasing just a little bit of the tension that was built up.

You wanted to do something for him right now since you've been so mean to him all day. You let your kisses trail down to his neck, feeling his scruff tickle your skin. You inched your way between his legs, getting on your knees in front of him. Fiddling with his belt, he stopped you.

"Ooh baby, as much as I would love gettin' a blowie in da backseat of da car, I don't t'ink we should." he hummed, taking off his hat and running his fingers through his hair before adjusting his hat back on his head again.

You looked up at him through your mascara covered lashes, a pout on your lips before he added, "Don't wanna risk it." 

"You're boring." you joked, sitting down on the seat next to him again.

"Oh please, you'd be mortified if ya got caught givin' me a blowjob," he teased, "Probably wouldn't leave our bed fer days."

He was 100% correct, but you weren't going to admit that to him, so you stayed quiet. He was being cautious, but you knew how badly he needed a release. There were a couple of seconds of silence before you spoke up again, "Can I still touch you?" 

"Please do," he replied, letting his head fall against the headrest, "I feel like 'm bouta explode." 

You attached your lips to his neck again, sucking and nipping at all of his sweet spots. Palming his bulge again, you massaged it, trying to give him as much pleasure as you could with clothes on. The car soon came to a stop and the tinted window that separated the driver and the backseat opened. You both quickly separated from each other, not wanting the driver to know you all were snogging in the back. Once the window was all the way down, the nice man spoke, "Alright, we're here." 

You gathered your belongings as a security guard opened the door for you, both of you humming out thank you's. The guard handed Niall his golf bag and you were on your way. Luckily there were only a couple fans waiting for you, so you said hi and took a few pictures before heading up to your room. The elevator ride was full of sexual tension but you managed to keep it PG, knowing there were cameras present. The elevator door opened and you both hurried to your room. Niall got out the key and unlocked the door, opening it and letting you walk in first. Shutting the door behind him, he leaned his golf bag against the wall and locked the door. Turning back around, you both began to slip off your shoes, kicking them to the side. 

"Can't even explain how bad I need ya righ' now." you heard him murmur before his lips were on top of yours. 

His arms were wrapped around your waist, yours wrapped around his neck. His hands roamed your back, feeling every inch of it from under your blouse. Grabbing onto the brim of his hat, you took it off his head, tossing it onto the closest surface. Immediately, your fingers began braiding through his locks, massaging his scalp with your pastel yellow painted nails. You hummed against his lips when his hands moved downwards, cupping your bum and squeezing it. 

You pulled away from his lips and allowed your hands to trail down to his broad chest. Using your index finger and your thumb, you grabbed onto the zipper of his jacket and dragged it down to the bottom. You slipped your fingers into the jacket and placed them on his shoulders, pushing the jacket off of him. He pulled it down his arms and dropped it at your feet, revealing his dark blue, collared, golf shirt. You leaned in and pressed kisses to his jaw, his scruff rough against your skin; but you loved it. Your little hands grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt by his belly, untucking it from his pants. He reached up and grabbed onto the collar of it, pulling it up and over his head, adding it to his pile of clothes on the floor.

Grinning at him, you placed your hands on his love handles, connecting your lips again. He twiddled with the hem of your blouse before tugging it upward. You raised your arms and allowed him to pull your top up over your head. The swell of your breasts peaked out from your white push up bra. His head dipped down, his lips gravitating towards your chest. His lips were soft against your skin, his teeth nipping at it and making your heart jump. With his lips still leaving kisses to your chest, he reached behind your back and began to fumble around with the clasp of your bra. Grabbing all of your loose curls in your hands, you moved them to your left shoulder, not only giving more access to your neck but also easier access to unclasp your bra. He tried to blindly unclasp it, but he just couldn't figure it out.

"Fuckin' hell," he groaned, frustrated with himself, "turn around,"

You giggled, "Wan' me t' do it?" 

"No," he stated before you turned around so your back was facing him.

Finally getting your bra unclasped, he pushed the straps down your arms before it fell to the floor at your feet. He sighed out, "Fuckin' finally." A smile erupted on your lips before you felt his bare chest up against your back and his warm arms snake around your waist and up to cup your breasts in both of his big hands. His body heat radiated to your body, putting you at ease and causing you to relax into him. He began kneading your breasts and pinching at your nipples, causing your eyes to flutter close as he felt them hardening against his touch. 

"I swear those t'ings are impossible t' get off," he murmured into your ear. 

"No they're not." you teased, a small smirk arising on your pink lips.

"Ah fuck off, yes dey are." 

You giggled softly, arching your back a little and subtly swaying your hips against him. His hands trailed down your torso to the top of your pink jeans. Dipping his head down, he began kissing and nipping at the soft skin of your neck, his fingers fumbling with the button of your pants. After unbuttoning and unzipping your pants, he slipped his left hand inside of them, cupping your heat. He ran his fingers up and down your clothed slit, feeling how your arousal soaked through your panties. 

"Weren't lyin' when ya said ya were soaked, huh?" he mumbled. 

His breath was hot against your skin, his fingers mindlessly circling your clit over the fabric of your panties. You melted into him, a soft whimper leaving your throat as you laid your head back on his shoulder. You felt him smirk against your skin, enjoying the effect he had on you. Pulling his hands out, he pushed your jeans down your legs before you grabbed them and stepped out of them, exposing your light purple panties. 

"C'mere," he grunted, turning you around and lifting you up onto his waist. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You leaned your head down and pressed your lips to his neck. With your mouth suckling on his sweet spots, he walked towards the bed and gently placed you on the warm sheets. 

Placing one lingering kiss to your lips, he hummed, "Mm, wait,"

He climbed off the bed and stood at the end of it. You watched intently as he quickly unbuckled his black, textured belt. He pulled it out of the loops and dropped it on the ground, his eyes locked with yours. He began unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pushing them down his legs and stepping out of them, one leg at a time. He carelessly dropped them on the floor with his belt before crawling back on the bed. As he hovered over you, he trailed kisses up your body, from your bent knees to the valley of your breasts to your lips.  

His fingers snuck past the elastic band of your panties, ordering you to, "Lift yer hips." You lifted your hips and allowed him to slide your panties down your shaved legs, exposing you completely to him. Turning around slightly, he slingshotted them across the room; they landed somewhere random on the floor. 

Giggling, you groaned, "I hate when you do that." 

"Dats why I do it," he grinned, hovering over you and running his nose up against yours. 

"You're annoying," you teased. 

"Watch whatcha say, love, or I’ll start bein’ a tease too," he replied, licking into your mouth.

Using his left hand, he placed his fingers on your throbbing clit, rubbing it how he knows you like it. You bucked your hips up into his hand, humming softly into his mouth. He moved his fingers south and slipped his index and middle finger inside of you. Pumping them in and out of you, he curled them up and ran them against your special spot. Your breath hitched and your back arched slightly as you began to chase an orgasm. Pulling them out, he skimmed them across your dripping slit, rubbing your clit in circles again. He slipped his two fingers inside of his mouth, sucking your arousal off of his fingers. Maintaining eye-contact with you, you licked your suddenly dry lips as you watched him. 

"Turn over," you mumbled softly, pushing on his chest. 

Switching spots with him, you straddled his lap. Pressing a few passionate kisses to his plump lips, you trailed your lips down his body, sitting on your knees between his legs. You slipped your fingers past the elastic band of his Calvin Kleins, tugging on them. He lifted his hips and you tugged them down his thick legs, tossing them on the ground next to the bed. Laying down on your belly between his legs, you enclosed your palm around him. Wrapping your lips around his swollen, red, oozing with precum tip, you began sucking him dry. 

"Babe, not right now. Needa be in ya." he whimpered.

You were shocked, Niall never turns down a blowjob from you. You looked up at him with wondering eyes, humming out, "No?" 

He whimpered and shook his head. You murmured a soft "okay", a subtle smile on your lips as you straddled his thighs again, wrapping your palm around his member and pumping it at a steady pace. 

"Jesus, babe, please, I need ya so bad," he whined. 

You chuckled softly, "We need a condom," 

"Shit, they're in me wallet dat's in me bag," 

Climbing off of him, you went over to his golf bag, "Where?"

"Front pocket," he replied. 

You unzipped the front pocket and pulled out his wallet, opening it and grabbing a condom that was hidden in one of the slits. You walked back over to him and straddled his thighs again. Carefully opening the package, you debated whether or not you should try to slip it on him; last time you did, it didn't go well and you had to get another condom, "You do it." 

Replacing his fingers with yours, he slid the condom onto his hard member, looking up at you when he was finished. Desperation for a release was written all over his adorable, blushy face. You chuckled softly and positioned him at your entrance before slowly sinking down on him. Both of you let out a sigh of relief before you began to grind your hips against his. 

"Oh my god, yes," he moaned, letting his eyes flutter shut. 

You leaned down and ran your fingers through his hair, resting your forehead on his shoulder. Your hips circled against him and the knot in your stomach began to tighten. His hands ran down your back and cupped your bum, helping you keep your thrusts at a steady pace. He was so big, so deep inside of you and it felt so good. You murmured praises into his ear, letting him know how amazing he was making you feel. 

Lifting your head, you looked at him for a couple of seconds before leaning back down and moving your lips against his. He reached up and threaded his fingers through your long hair, keeping it out of both of your faces. Your mouths muffled each other's soft moans, sweat beginning to bead on your chests. He grabbed onto your arms and flipped you both over so he was now topping. You both got comfortable again before he slid back into you, thrusting at a quick pace.

"No, slow down, slow down," you breathed out, "Go slow."

He obeyed your orders, slowing down his thrusts but still keeping them orderly and steady, "Oh yeah, just like that."

You dug your heels into his lower back, pushing him deeper into you. His tip hit your good spot with every thrust. The bed squeaked slightly under you with every smack of his hips against yours. You were so close and you knew he was close as well. He leaned down and whispered into your ear very breathy, "Cum, baby," and that was all that you needed before you were falling over the edge.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, your muscles tensed, and your whole body began to tremble. Loud moans spilled from your lips as waves of pleasure washed over your entire body. Your nails scratched down his back as you felt him twitch inside of you before he released. Your moans filled the room; you wouldn't be surprised if you all got a complaint. It just felt so good. You had been building up this tension all day and it finally being released just felt so good; you knew Niall felt the same way. 

You both began to come back to reality, moans being replaced by heavy breaths. He pulled out of you and fell onto the sheets next to you. After taking a few second breather, you turned your head and looked at him. He was absolutely glowing. A thin layer of sweat coated his skin, his eyelashes resting on his cheekbones, his chest rising up with each breath he took; he was gorgeous and he was all yours. You smiled softly and turned onto your side, snuggling up into him. He lifted his arm and allowed you to rest your head on his shoulder. You looked up at him, pressing a couple of kisses to his sweet lips before laying your head on him again. 

"Wanna take a shower wit' me?" 

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Noctis has been away, but he makes it worth the wait.

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Gladiolus/Noctis

"You just can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?" 

Gladio doesn't answer, doesn’t look up from his feet, keeps his mouth shut even as Noctis pulls the leather on his wrist tighter, taking one extra notch and pinning his arms to the chair. He knows, they both know, that in reality he'd have no trouble snapping them off or even breaking the chair apart should he have to. But in this play, even a shoddy piece of string would suffice to keep him down. Gladio balls his fist and digs his nails into the hardwood. 

"You can speak."

Gladio hears the hint of approval in Noctis' voice, and he takes a shuddering breath before he even dares to speak. Because while there is the barest touch of softness, there is something absolute in his liege's tone and presence alone. Noctis stands barely a head above him even as Gladio is bound to the chair, but the difference in power and rank separates them like a chasm — deep and begging to be filled yet ever widening. Never mind the fire roiling in his stomach and the hardness between his legs, he has an aching need to just be touched. Or to touch. Both, really. To splay his hands across Noctis' hips and thighs, feel his abnormally cool skin turn hot and flush beneath his palms. 

It's been a week — only a week, but it may as well have been years — of Noctis honing his skills and magic with the Kingsglaive, learning the finer points of warping and the myriad of weapons hidden away in his Armiger. Skills that Gladio and even Cor would not be able to teach him. Gladio had felt a tinge of jealousy and possessiveness at that, knowing some other man or woman would be taking his place as trainer and sparring partner for an entire damn week. It didn't help that Noctis turned Gladio's suffering into pure torture with all the scandalous photos sent: snippets of sweat-slicked skin and that exposed toned stomach, or a full spread of his body displayed across the sheets and a hand playing at the band of his underwear. All teasing and never enough.

Gladio's never been a patient man, and that proved to be his downfall on the day Noctis finally returned to the Citadel, sneaking him into a corner out of everyone’s sights and stealing a desperate kiss. But Noctis had gently pushed him away, despite his own obvious hunger, and softly chided him with a, “Not yet, big guy. I have a present for you tonight.” 

He’s certainly making good on his word, because tonight’s present is Gladio stripped down to his pants and tied down to a chair, Noctis standing like a king in his domain and looking down on Gladio like any other expendable soldier. Because right now, he is the King — not Your Highness, but Your Majesty. 

But when he looks up to answer, he realizes his mistake. He was given permission to speak, not to see; and the disapproval in Noctis’ frown makes him shrink into himself, and he should be turning his eyes back down instead of staring but damn did Noctis make that impossible for him right now. His breath is stolen at the sleek leather corset that hugs Noctis’ waist just right, giving the illusion of accentuated curves instead of toned muscle underneath. And it’s the strappy number that Gladio has a certain fondness for, the one that crosses over the chest and meets with the studded choker ‘round his King's neck. Gods, did he want to run his tongue over that cool metal and soft leather and ever softer skin. 

A sting to his cheek tosses his head to the side, and he bites down on his lip as he savors the light burn. Noctis also has the crop they ordered the day before he was whisked away to ‘Glaive HQ; nice to know it arrived on time. Gladio expects a reprimand or another blow, but there’s only an abnormal pause and a wait — which he quickly recognizes is Noctis giving him the opportunity to use his safeword should he need to. They may have discussed this the night before, on the surprise phone call that had Gladio scrambling to answer, but it had been a while since the last time they could properly indulge themselves. 

“I didn’t say you could look, did I? Only speak,” Noctis instructs, after receiving the silent consent to continue, “So speak. Do you have a problem with keeping your hands still?”

“I do.”

“Always had a problem with patience.” Noctis clicks his tongue in disapproval, and lightly brushes the crop across Gladio’s lower stomach. He dips down, where the belt buckle is undone and shows a hint of the waistband underneath. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone? 

“No,” Gladio breathes out. It’s true. By some miracle he kept himself for this very night, in hopes of letting all his pent up frustrations out with Noctis in his arms and not in some pictures that would never do him justice. 

"Hmmm, so my Shield wasn't misbehaving behind my back?" 

"No. Never." He wouldn’t ever dream of it. He belongs to Noctis. His body, his literal shield; his heart, to forever hold; his life, to use as needed. Besides, what was the use of a Shield without one to wield it? 

Noctis hums a note of approval, and the sound is more than enough to heal the soreness in his limbs and groin. Between having his own release and his prince’s satisfaction, Gladio would atone for whatever and whenever just to hear sweet praise from those lips.

“Good Shield. You did pretty good, didn’t you? Maybe your patience is getting better after all.” 

Gladio sighs at the words, lapping them up like a dog starved for attention. And he technically is — was — considering he’s been absolutely aching for Noctis the past week. But his King grants him another mercy, the reward he’s been so desperate for, when Noctis takes a half step forward and slides a knee in between Gladio’s parted legs and gently presses against the hardened flesh there. 

He could probably cum right now, if he was given permission. Though he should be content with what he’s been given, he can’t help but want more. Need more.  

But it's enough for him to groan, and Noctis seems to catch it easily enough, to give him what he's so desperate for. 

"I should really punish you. For looking when you're not supposed to. But I feel like being nice today, and I think you deserve a reward for being so loyal," Noctis says, dragging the leather crop up against Gladio's chest and neck, tipping his chin up and guiding his gaze. "You can look."

Noctis doesn't need to tell him twice, and Gladio drinks up the absolute vision his King makes. He's given a breath only to have it stolen away, but he makes good on the time he has to appreciate how the black leather makes Noctis' skin look like smooth cream, lightly dusted with pink from his own arousal. Slightly parted lips that look like sin but could bring Gladio to heaven in a heartbeat; tongue so sweet yet so sharp, able to knock the soldier to his knees in more ways than one. 

"Poor thing. I can see it in your eyes. You're starving, aren't you? What do you need? Tell me." Noctis leans in, lips a hair's width from Gladio's, so close he could taste him. "Beg me."

So he does. 

"Touch me, kiss me. Gods, Your Majesty, anything. I need to feel you, have your hands on me, my hands on you. I don't care." Gladio struggles to keep his hands on the armrests, to not just snap his restraints off and devour Noctis, to take him in his mouth or fuck him against the nearest wall. "Please, I'll do anything. I'm going to go crazy. Use me however you want, so just —" 

Noctis shuts him up with the sweetest burn on his lips. He grabs a fistful of hair, thick locks tangled in his fingers, and sharply yanks Gladio's head back to get a better angle. It's hot and messy, Gladio desperate to take in every drop while he can yet making sure to only take what he's given. His scalp hurts, tight from where Noctis keeps his iron hold, but it sends a shiver of thrill down his spine to his cock, and he moans into his King's mouth. Noctis' tongue is mean, conquering and leaving no scraps while Gladio scrambles to keep up lest his master gets bored of him. 

Gladio whimpers after his lips when Noctis pulls away, unable to chase him with the merciless hold on his hair. 

"Ah-ah," Noctis tuts, just a bit breathless. "I know you've been a good Shield, and a good Shield deserves a good reward. Hold on just a little longer for me. Can you do that?" 

Gladio doesn't have a choice, but he'll hold out for as long as he damn well can. "Yes."

"Good boy." 

He shivers from the praise. 

As promised, Noctis slides a hand down Gladio's chest, over the feathered neck of his tattoo, and teases him with just his bare fingertips. Gladio wants to go insane, the fleeting touches dangling him just over the edge. But he keeps his words silent, nothing but desperate moans and heady sighs. He wants to be good, be Noctis' perfect Shield, so he waits what seems to be an agonizing eternity until his King finally grants him relief. 

Noctis dips his hand lower, his other still tugging on Gladio's thick locks, and frees the man's cock from his underwear. There's a hiss, something between surprise and ecstasy, when cool air hits hot flesh, but he practically has Gladio singing when he takes him fully in his hand. 

Gladio's huge, in all shapes and sizes, and Noctis can barely wrap his hand around the entire girth. Noctis only lets both his hands go to pop open a bottle of lube and squeeze a generous dollop onto his palm before returning his attention to Gladio. 

"Not yet, Gladdy." Noctis gives him a solid squeeze borderlining on pain. "I didn't say you could cum yet."

Noctis pulls away just enough to pull at the waistband of his own shorts, all black and… Latex? Maybe? Gladio can't tell, but they're skintight and oh so obscene, only covering about half his ass. And gods, how he wants to have his hands on them, feel their firmness beneath his palms and dig his fingers into them. But shit, when he thinks he really can't take anymore of this, Noctis takes his sweet damn time to hook his fingers underneath his shorts and slides them down, in an impossibly smooth motion considering how tight they're on him. There's nothing underneath, or maybe he removed both his underwear and shorts down at once, and his own hard-on is now apparent. 

Gladio's mouth waters, and he's struck with a desperation to get his lips on something again, whether it be Noctis' lips or fingers or cock or anything. 

Noctis perches himself on Gladio's lap, a tight fit considering his thighs press up against the chair arms but he fits snugly enough. Is close enough for Gladio to tip his head forward and feel the warm leather of Noctis' corset against his cheek. 

But his King gives him no reprieve, resumes his fistful of hair and tugs Gladio's head back, revealing that broad arch of his neck and all the fine musculature beneath. When Noctis presses his lips against that taut skin, Gladio feels fire over every centimeter that Noctis lays claim on. 

"Not yet, Gladdy, not yet.” Noctis practically purrs against his throat, and Gladio will fucking obey just to feel that soft rumble. “Hold on for me, you can do it." 

Noctis distracts him by claiming his mouth again, and Gladio responds eagerly, parting his lips and letting his King run wild. There’s a moan, but he can’t tell if it’s from him or Noctis, not with the fire roaring in his ears and the urgent need sending his thoughts haywire. Until he feels fingertips tracing the vein along his cock, then something heavier. He realizes it’s Noctis’ own arousal pressing against him, feels a hand wrap them both together. It’s slick, hot, almost frantic with the pace Noctis has them at. 

When Noctis finally allows him a breath, he gives out with a choked sob. He strains against Noctis’ hand, aching to seek more of his touch, to capture it and somehow draw it deeper within. Ah, gods, how much he wanted it all, everything building and budding to this moment. Gladio honestly couldn’t be more desperate yet euphoric at the same time. Finally, he can feel Noctis, feel his hands and his lips and his cock. Finally, he was home again. But excruciatingly, he wasn’t allowed to touch Noctis. Wasn’t allowed to come and he was going to die if he had to go on for a single minute longer but fucking hell he was going to hold on — 

“You can let go, Gladdy.”

There isn’t even any time to think. Something wild spills through his body, sizzles his nerves and sends them into shock. Noctis lets the grip on his hair go, just in time for Gladio to lean his head down and scream into the crook of his King’s neck. 

Centuries later, Gladio comes to, vaguely aware of the wet warmth splattered across his stomach. Aware of the wet warmth streaming down his cheeks. He sniffs, blinks, sees fingers brushing over his face and a slightly concerned Noctis. 

“You okay?” Noctis asks, with a tone he’d never use within their play. 

Gladio lets everything sink, allows nothing but relief and satisfaction wash over him, and he gives a tired smile in response. “Better than okay,” he sighs, dropping his forehead over Noctis’ shoulder again. 

Noctis runs his hand through Gladio’s hair, soft and tender this time, rubs a soothing thumb at the base of his neck while pressing a kiss to his temple. “Worth the wait?”

Gladio has his eyes closed, but he hears the tinkle of the buckles and feels the restraints on his wrists loosening. Once freed, he wraps himself around Noctis, pins the boy’s arms to his sides and envelops him in one huge, full-bodied hug, breathing in a scent that is undeniably Noctis and the aftermath of their session. It’s a little sticky between them, but he doesn’t care. Noctis doesn’t either, considering the way he nuzzles the side of his head against Gladio’s. 

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Noctis laughs, bright and genuine, and they sit there for a while, basking in each other’s warmth and touch. Eventually Noctis nudges him to let go — Gladio woefully does — and as much as he’s able given their size difference, helps him up on his feet and guides him to the bathroom for cleanup. 

The bath’s already prepared, kept warm at the perfect temperature thanks to fancy modern technology, and as much as Gladio likes to harp on roughin’ it in the outdoors, he’s fine with being labeled a hypocrite for times like these. He slides in first, solely because Noctis needs a little more time to peel off his little costume and he's not allowed to help with that, and soaks in the syleblossom salt blend that's already doing wonders to his muscles. 

Not a moment too soon Noctis finally gets his leather tight outfit off and drops it all on the floor. A strip tease would have been nice, but the amount of struggle involved with all the loops and straps only made them both laugh. Gladio pats his chest, wordlessly requesting for Noctis, and he soon gets his prince returned to his lap, back pressed to chest. 

"Missed you. A lot," Gladio murmurs into the crown of Noctis' hair, arms reaching around to hold him in place. As if he'll disappear again as soon as he lets go. 

"I could tell. People keep saying you're like a wolf, but you're more like a big, sappy dog." Noctis pats his arm, angles his neck around to kiss Gladio's jaw. "Big, sappy, and lovable."

It's not a terrible comparison, Gladio thinks; if he had a tail, he'd certainly be wagging it now. Happy that his master is finally home again. 

"Woof."

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