Don't Kill My Vibe
Title: Donât Kill My Vibe
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.7K
Summary: You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.
Warnings: mention of a breakup, recreational drug use (marijuana), friends-to-lovers trope, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids
A/N: This is an AU where Clark Kent is not superpowered and Superman does not exist. Unbetaâd, we die like people who tried their best.
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It wasnât the first time Clark asked to try some bud, but it was the most pathetic. His gorgeous blue eyes were puffy from crying over that woman. As much as you wanted to say, âI told you so," you didnât want him to feel any worse about the failed relationship with his reporter beau, Lois Lane.
And yet again, you think to yourself, âFuck Lois Laneâ.
When he showed up at your place an hour ago in sweatpants, sneakers, and a button-up pullover, you were surprised to see he opted for something other than his normal flannel and jeans. His hair was mussed, and he avoided eye contact with you. Something was wrong.
You dragged him into your apartment, turning down your Spotify playlist on the Bluetooth speakers so you could talk over the mellow tunes. While you flopped down on your couch, Clark sat down slowly and sighed.
You were already elevated, having taken a couple of puffs from your blue and red glass bowl earlier, so you were struggling to pay attention to everything he was saying. You tried to put on your âIâm not highâ face and nod enough, saying âOh wowâ occasionally. But, in actuality, your eyes were as red as the Devilâs dick, and Clark wasnât stupid.
His eyes looked from yours to the tray on the coffee table that held your various assortments of smoking apparatus, grinder, lighter, and stash box. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, he motioned his chin toward everything and said, âI know youâve said no a million times, but I could use an escape. And before you say no again, know Iâve tried all the tricks in the book to get over somebody, and nothing is working.âÂ
âI have a feeling thereâs another thing you havenât tried either, but whatever,â you rattled on, waving off his confused expression. âFine. It should be illegal for you to use those puppy eyes when asking me for something, by the way.â
So here you are, preparing a strawberry cone for you and Clark to share. You were always weird about people using your favorite bowl. You also figure that for a first-timer, it would be the easiest for him to start with. Twisting the end after filling the cone, you reach for the lighter and ashtray.
âFirst things first,â you purr, using your phone to turn the music up. âNow, watch what I do. Iâm going to draw the smoke into my mouth and then hold it for a few seconds, or as long as I can, before blowing it back out. Ready?â
Clark nods as he turns toward you, tucking one leg under the other. Now that you have his full attention, you suddenly feel flustered. Casting your eyes downward, you take the cone into your mouth and light the end. You inhale deeply and take it out of your mouth. Savoring the citrus flavor of the strain, your tongue licks your lips, and you exhale.Â
You close your eyes and take a few breaths. After a moment, you hear Clarkâs voice breaking through your haze: âEverything good?â
Your eyes pop open, and just like nothing happened, you perk up. Handing him the cone, you blink as he holds it like someone who has never smoked. Youâve known Clark long enough that you have a suspicion that is probably true for him.Â
Heâs polite, almost to a fault. He screams Boy Scout, altar boy, and âpromise ringâ all at the same time. What can you say? Clark was a good boy. And you were getting him high. You little devil!Â
Clark takes a short pull from the pink-colored joint and manages to hold it for about two seconds, then attempts to exhale. A small plume escapes his mouth, he inhales sharply and has a coughing fit. You take the joint back before he drops it and sit it in the ashtray.
Rubbing his back, you try to talk him through catching his breath. You grab your water bottle and hold the straw to his mouth when he nods his thanks. He sips the water, then clears his throat loudly, burping up a bit of smoke. He laughs quickly as he sees it exit his mouth, reminding you of a little surprised dragon.
âThat was fun,â he sputters, his voice deeper than usual.
âIt gets easier, Clark. Trust me, coughing is normal. And most of the time, coughing gets you higher,â you laugh, picking up the joint to take another hit.
You inhale, exhaling into the air, and hold it out for Clark to take again. He sips from your water bottle and gives it to you in exchange for the joint.
Holding it between two fingers, he brings it to his lips. You watch his mouth curl around the tip, and your brain conjures up the vision of what else that boyâs mouth can do. He takes the joint out of his mouth, holding his breath for a few seconds, then blows it out slowly. He gives it back to you and leans back against the couch.
âI donât think I feel any different yet. How long does it take to kick in?â he asks, crossing his arms and pouting.
It being his first time, he is completely unaware that he is already high. His body language is different; Clark Kent doesnât slouch even a little. He also certainly doesnât fidget; his hands suddenly become very interested in the material of his pullover.
âYouâll feel it sooner than you think,â you mumble, the joint between your lips as you speak.
Twenty minutes later, Clark tells you exactly what the last straw was that ended his relationship with Lois. He pauses to take a hit, handing it back to you as he exhales. âBut it was always whatever she wanted. I treat her like a queen. And she goes and blows Jimmy-fucking-Olsen. Then she lies about it after Jimmy comes clean to me. IâŠ,â he trails off, looking over at you and shaking his head as he laughs.
âWhat?â you question when you realize he stops talking.
âNothing. I just⊠I think Iâm high,â he giggles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling when he smiles at you.
âBesides being high, can you describe how you feel?â You press, wanting to know just how high he is.
âI feel lighter. ClearâŠer? Is it clearer or more clear? Whatever. I think I also just figured out how I want to finish that article on The Wayne Foundation,â he explains, leaning back so he is lying on his back with his head on your lap. âIs this ok? Your lap looked so comfortable,â he wonders aloud, looking up at you.
Thatâs when you realize three fundamental truths at the same time.Â
1. Clark is single.Â
2. Clark is literally in your lap.
3. The crush you have on Clark is swiftly turning into lustful infatuation.
Bringing yourself back to the present, you smile at him and say, âYeah, of course itâs ok.â You focus on the heat radiating from your best friend as he makes himself comfortable so close to your thirsty pussy.Â
âYou are the best,â he replies, closing his eyes as your hand finds its way into his curls.
âThis cool?â you dare, hoping that you can continue to push the boundary between friendship and something more.
As if the groan from the back of his throat wasnât enough, he voices his satisfaction. âMore than cool. I love having my hair played with. Feel free to go to town on me.â
Oh, the importance of phrasing.
This man is not going to make it easy on you.
Youâre explaining to Clark about that episode of Bobâs Burgers where Bob and Linda accidentally get high after eating cookies laced with marijuana at their accountantâs office. âSo, anyway. Bob, Linda, and the accountant build a pillow fort from the cushions on his couch, and somehow it makes them feel safer which I get because pillow forts were the height of safety when we were kids. And sometimes, people feel safer thinking about the simplicity of their childhood,â you rattle on, leaning forward to grab your water bottle and forgetting about Clarkâs head, which is still very much in your lap.
An oomph is spoken into your boobs, and you shoot straight up to a standing position and knock Clark off your lap and onto the floor.Â
âShit!â he cries from his spot on the floor.
âFuck, Clark! Iâm so sorry! Are you ok?â You cringe, your hand touching your forehead as you watch him pull himself up.
âHey, hey. Itâs cool, Iâm fine,â he reassures, his hand grabbing yours to take it away from your face. With the other hand, he grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Tilting your head up, he smiles and counters, âAre you ok?â
Yeah. Fine. My tits were just thrust into your face for a bit there. Oh, and you have no idea that I like you. And that pesky curl is falling into your pretty eyes again. And your handsome face is close enough to-
One second, youâre staring at his smile; the next second, youâre attacking his mouth with yours. His lips are just as pillowy and soft as they look. At first, the kiss is timid. Surprise gives way to need as he deepens the kiss. His tongue seeks solace as it slides against the seam of your lips. Granting him entry, he licks into your mouth like an explorer discovering new lands.Â
His hands find their way to your hips, bringing you impossibly close. He feasts on every whimper that leaves you, peppering in some moans of his own. This is the kiss of a man waiting for a moment like this. At least, thatâs how it feels.
Begrudgingly, you slowly break away from Clark. His kiss-swollen pink lips beg to be reunited with yours, but you must prove this is real. You look up into his dilated eyes, noting how blue is almost completely taken over by black.Â
You open your mouth to speak, but Clark beats you to it.
âUnless you are about to tell me you donât want this, please just kiss me again,â he breathes, resting his forehead against yours. âI donât know whatâs more intoxicating. This drug or having you so close to me.â
Instead of worrying about what this means, you throw caution to the wind. Tilting your head, you slot your lips with his, devouring the subtle whimper that escapes him. From nervous to commanding, you feel Clarkâs demeanor change as his hands wander over your body.
He picks you up by the waist, your legs instinctually wrapping around him. With you in his arms, he walks blindly to your bedroom. Once he lays you down, he covers your body with his. The hard length against your mound gives you pause, but you quickly recover as you angle your hips to meet his.
Clark breaks the kiss to sit up and remove his pullover and shirt. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he watches you scan his torso while you bite your lip. Leaning down, he tugs at the hem of your shirt, wanting you to get rid of it.Â
You oblige, now topless in front of your best friend for the first time. You donât have time to freak out over that information because Clark hooks his fingers in your leggings, his eyes begging for permission. You raise your hips, and he pulls them down your legs along with your underwear.Â
You sit up as he chucks his sweatpants, his heavy erection now visible. Your first thought is, âNow that is a pretty dick.â
âThank you,â he says, a smirk playing on his lips.
âI said that out loud, didnât I?â You wonder aloud, already knowing the answer.
Clark smiles, nodding at you before coaxing you to lay back. He sinks between your legs, holding them open to kiss your thighs. He teases you a bit, licking and nipping at your mound and outer labia until you wiggle your hips and whine.Â
âTsk, tsk, tsk. Patience, please,â he cautions, shaking his head at you. He winks at you, diving fully into your snatch and sucking your clit between his lips.Â
You throw your head back in ecstasy as his tongue slides over your swollen button. Humming while sucking on your nub is a fucking power move, and your hands tangle in his hair. You dig your heels into his back as he laps up the juices that accumulate at your entrance. Looking down at him as he worships at the altar of your body, you are taken aback as he peeks up at you over your mound.
With your eyes locked on each other, he watches as he tips you right over the edge. He groans into your pussy, his mouth and chin soaked, as your walls contract around nothing. The euphoria of being high mixes with the joy of being with someone new for the first time.
But this isnât just anybody; this was your best friend. Warmth and comfort exist between you, allowing you to feel safe enough to fall and that Clark will catch you.
You come down as he plants a kiss on your mound, grazing his lips up your tummy. When he is back above your face, he runs the tip of his dick across your wet folds. He maintains eye contact while he slides in for the first time.Â
Once he is fully seated inside you, he lets you adjust to his size before he withdraws slightly and thrusts forward. The wet squelch of your pussy and the smack of your bodies against one another are music to your ears. Clarkâs grunts as he fucks into you only fuel your impending second climax.
âFuck, you feel so good. Too good. Not going to last long,â he warns, sitting up on his knees as his hands go to your waist. Throwing his head back, he growls and picks up the pace, using your body like his personal fucktoy.
Your back arches as he repeatedly hits that hidden bundle of nerves. A searing fire erupts in your belly as your cunt clamps down on his dick, spasming and coating it with your cream.
âGood girl! Thatâs it. Fucking come for me, just like that,â he encourages. âOh, shit. Iâm right fucking behind you. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck.â
You lock your legs around his waist, keeping him right where he is as his dick spasms and fills you to the brim. Your hands smooth down his big chest, feeling the muscles ripple as he comes down from what is probably the most intense orgasm he has ever felt. He stills soon enough, breathing back to normal as his softening length slips from you.
Flopping down next to you, Clark wraps an arm around you. You curl into his side, an arm across his stomach, and a leg thrown over his. Contented silence fills the room as you both take in this unforeseen turn of events.
Clarkâs hand makes idle patterns on your back as you lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You close your eyes for only a moment, missing Clark smiling at you. He gives you a quick peck on the top of your head, causing you to tilt your head to meet his eyes.
âYou hungry?â you guess, feeling a bit peckish yourself.
âYes!â he exclaims.
âGood. I know a great place down the street that makes the best samosas. Does Indian food sound good?â you ask, already tasting the rich spices of the food.
âSounds perfect,â he says, picking up his arm to let you get up from the bed to grab your phone, watching your hips sway as you walk out to the other room.
Once back in bed, you order various dishes for the both of you. While you wait for the food, you pass a joint back and forth and steal a kiss or two. You decide there is plenty of time for you and Clark to talk. There is no use in killing the vibe for heavy stuff.
With the way Clark is looking at you, thereâs not much to talk about anyway.Â
đThe Endđ
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The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight: Every Rose Has Its Thorn
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors â DNI
Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader
Word Count: 2.8K
Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.
Chapter Summary: A flashback into the love life of Sy and âBugâ, and a look toward the future with Wolfie and Pup.
Warnings: mentions of military deployment, p-in-v sex, creampie, emotional moments
A/N: Thank you for being patient with me, guys! And I see yâall reblogging the masterlist for the series. And I thank you so much for keeping this story alive! A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this story.Â
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The rumble of that old truck coming down the lane had you leaping off the couch to run to the front door. You swung it open, followed by the screen door; your bare feet padding on the old wooden porch warmed from the sun. You saw your man scramble to park before he jumped out and ran across the lawn to you. You threw open your arms as he took the stairs in one step to meet you.
The feeling of his lips against yours was just like the first time. And after he had been gone for the past six months, it felt glorious. Your arms around his neck allowed your hands to slide over his shaved head. You hated when he got rid of his curls before he shipped out, but you understood that it was less fashionable and more functional.
At least he got to keep the beard that you loved so much.
He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along the seam of your lips, and you obliged his entry. He savored every little moan that escaped your mouth, putting on quite the show for his neighbors, who were surely looking out of their windows at this point. They hadnât heard his truck in months, and now itâs back to annoy them.
When his hands started to wander from your hips to your ass with a healthy squeeze, you knew it was time to bring this show of affection indoors. You broke the kiss and pulled him into his house. He had given you a key shortly before leaving so you could look after the place. You had only been together for less than a year, but you liked where you were headed.
After you are both inside, he pins you against the front door. Heâs kissing your neck before pulling away to sniff in the direction of the kitchen. He sighed when he turned around to look back at you.
âI have missed your cooking so much. Iâve missed you so much, Bug. Every night, I wished I could be back here with you so I could hold you close and kiss you goodnight. Every morning, I would wake up with the goal of making it back to you,â he professed, getting down on one knee before taking your left hand in his. âI wanted to wait to do this; I did. But I donât want to wait anymore. While this ring may have been an impulse buy, I know that yours is the only hand I would ever take in marriage. That is if youâll have me. What do you say? Will you marry me, Bug?âÂ
He holds up the ring, and your eyes blur from unshed tears. You truly had not expected this, but you couldnât be happier. Sy was the man of your dreams. He was funny, loving, and protective; you wouldnât have picked anyone else to spend the rest of your days with. You realized you had been quiet for almost a minute and spoke up.
âYes! I will marry you, baby,â you gasped, nodding furiously as he put the ring on your finger.
Standing up, he wrapped you in a giant bear hug before picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, so happy to feel his warmth against you again. Once he started toward the bedroom, you knew you werenât going to be having your meal any time soon. At least, not until after some unfinished business took place.
Sy made love to you, worshipping your body, and leaving hickeys everywhere he could. The man was never subtle in his lust for you. He missed you, and he was going to make sure you knew how much. Rocking his hips into you, he had you right where he wanted you. In between huffs of air and moans of pleasure, Sy kissed every part of you that he could reach.
As he brought you over the edge repeatedly, he talked you through it. Nothing was better than that moment, having him so close as he played your body expertly like he always did. Listening to him grunt as he chased after his release was music to your ears as his hips stuttered soon enough.
Between moaning your name, praising you, and his filthy dirty talk, he had you wrapped around his little finger. Well, technically, he had you wrapped around something substantially biggerâŠand thatâs why your brain short-circuited when he began whispering sweet things in your ear.
âLook how fuckinâ beautiful you look takinâ me so well, Bug. Missed you so much, and couldnât wait to be with you again. Just like this, watchinâ you fall apart so pretty for me,â he praised, one of his giant hands coming to rest on your tummy while he continued his onslaught. âAll I could think of was coming home and starting our little family. Bug, I want you to make me a Daddy. Please, please, pleaseâŠâ he trailed off.
The guttural groan he made as he finished was beastly. And you loved every second of it. What can you say? You were a fan of when men werenât afraid to be especially vocal in the bedroom, be it moaning or speaking. More often than not, it was Syâs voice that the neighbors tended to hear when you two were hot and heavy.Â
You waited until he had come down from his high to ask about what he said. He rolled off of you and laid next to you, opening his arm so you could lay on his chest. This wasnât the first time he had brought up starting a family. He had the same idea before he deployed for six months. But this time seemed different. He was practically begging you to get pregnant, and you wanted to slow the brakes a bit.Â
But you canât always get what you want.
âSy, can we put a pause on baby talk? You only just got back. I want some time with you before Iâm knee-deep in diapers and midnight feedings,â you confided, hoping post-nut clarity would come to him.
âSo, before I left, it was because you would be alone. And now, itâs because Iâm here with you? Come on, Bug,â he scoffed, running a hand over his buzzcut.
âThatâs not fair. Itâs not exactly like your body is gonna be the one going through changes. And yes, I am worried that you want to start a family, and we donât even know when you could be called upon. Then what? I just sit here and wait for you to meet your kid after missing my whole pregnancy?â You supposed, picking your head up from his chest and meeting his eyes.
âYouâre right, ya know? I might have to be deployed again. But donât forget that Iâm fighting for my country. Thatâs not easy either. And I would still be providing for you, Bug. Does that mean nothing?â He countered, leaning on one elbow.
âI appreciate what you do; donât get me wrong. But I refuse to start a family until I feel comfortable enough to do so. I mean, we got engaged an hour ago, and youâre already planning children. I love you, but this is too much for me right now,â you reasoned, pulling yourself up to a seated position and staring at your ring.
He took your hands in his as he sat up. âI love you too, and I want to start a family with you. That means marrying you and having kids together. I wanted it then, I want it now, and Iâll probably always want it. But if you donât feel ready, I wonât make you. All I ask is that you think about it,â he implored.
You promised him that you would think about it, and he gave you the space and time that you needed. Two whole days spent in your house, ignoring your phone and your life. Two whole days of thinking about how to make up your mind. Youâd never wanted children until you met Sy. He would make a great dad, which wasnât what you were worried about. You were worried about how much time he would get to be a dad. Or whether he would make it back to you at all.
When you made up your mind, you went over to Syâs house to talk with him. Very few words were said, but the point was made when you gave him back his ring. As much as you wanted him, you couldnât be the perfect little Army wife that he wanted, and quite frankly, that he deserved.Â
You cried yourself to sleep that night, the memory of Syâs distraught face behind your eyelids. With a heavy heart, you decided to drown yourself in work and forget about love. And it was working so well, at least for a while.
You are awoken by a deep voice calling your name and a hand shaking your shoulder. Opening your eyes, you come face-to-face with a steaming mug of coffee. You sit up fully and accept the mug, looking up to thank who brought it to you.
Syâs face is neutral as he lets go of the mug. He sips from his cup as he motions for you to let him sit next to you. Neither of you speaks for a minute or two, unsure of what to say. The last time you two shared a bed was pretty eventful, and now itâs the only thing on your mind.
âHow long have you been awake?â you ask, not knowing what to say.
âCouple hours. Just couldnât sleep. Went for a run to clear my head, and that worked for about five minutes. Now, all I can think of is the last time you were here. Then, I think of last night and how good it felt to have my arms wrapped around you,â he laments, sipping his coffee before continuing, âAnyway, I figured it would be best if I let that ship sail long ago. But you just had to come back into my life, didnât you? You donât make it easy, woman.â
âTechnically, if it wasnât for Liv, Iâd still be out of your life. Maybe I should thank her. Iâd be lying if I said I didnât miss you,â you admit, looking into your coffee mug.
âYeah, thank her for me, too,â he laughs, bumping your shoulder with his.
You giggle, looking up into his eyes. âDo you think we can try and be friends? I know last night was fucking strange. And I canât guarantee it wonât be weird sometimes. But youâre important to me. You always will be,â you confess.
âOf course, we can be friends. I want you in my life, Bug. And if that means that I had to be a damn wolf to get back to you, then I guess I can live with that,â he jokes.
âYouâre a handsome wolf if thatâs any consolation,â you say, holding in a giggle.
Sy fixes you with the look he used to give you when you were being bratty, and it still works. You can feel the heat rise to your face as you look down and sip your coffee.Â
âWell, look. Itâs just about 10. What do you say we stop procrastinating and get you back to your boyfriend before he comes sniffing around? Iâm sure heâs beside himself waiting for you. I know Iâd be doing the same,â he insists.
âYouâre right. Iâll get changed, and we can head out,â you sigh, feeling like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.
Sy nods, taking your mug. He exits the bedroom, pulling the door shut, and you hear his footsteps leading away from the door.
You get dressed quickly, your mind running through different scenarios of how this could all go down. Your anxiety level rises when you think of having your first fight with Walter. Unsure of whether or not you are still upset with him, you push all thoughts away and exit Syâs bedroom.
Sy notes your solemn expression and pulls you into a hug, whispering into your ear, âTrust me, if anything, heâs gonna be so happy youâre back in his arms that Iâm sure heâll wanna be done with this little fight oâ yours.â Giving you a little squeeze before he lets go, he pats your back, and you appreciate him for trying.
Soon, you and Sy are on the road to the cabin. He drives while you direct him on where to go. The closer you get to the cabin, the more your leg bounces up and down. When Sy reaches a hand to rest on your knee, you stop only to start biting at your thumbnail. He pulls your hand from your mouth and holds it for the rest of the drive.
As Sy pulls into the driveway, the front door swings open. Youâre suddenly frozen in your seat until Sy reaches across you to open your door. âGo on, now,â he directs, a sad smile on his face.
You exit the truck, gravel crunching below your feet. Walter jumps off the porch, stopping on the lawn just past the house. You look up at him as you approach, your feet moving faster once you see the hurt puppy look on his face. You throw your arms around his neck, his scent strong in your nostrils. His arms wrap around you, picking you up off your feet.
You donât see when Walter and Sy exchange a nod. A lot can be said in one simple head tilt.
When Walter places you back on your feet, you both start to talk at the same time. âIâm so sorry, Pup, I-â âWolfie, Iâm sorry-â
Apologies give way to surprised laughter, and you rest your forehead against his.
âGimme a sec, ok?â Walter asked, stepping past you to walk over to where Sy sat in the truck. You watch as they talk for a minute or two, unable to hear what is said. They shake hands, and Sy smiles at you. Walter walks back to where you stand, kissing your forehead and smiling down at you. Before you can speak, he lifts your arm and ducks his head under it to heft you over his shoulder.
âOoof, Wolfie!â is all you get out as Walter makes his way back into the cabin. You watch over his shoulder as Sy drives off.
As Walter kicks the front door shut, you hear Jaceâs laughter at your predicament, followed by a snort from Olivia.
âGood luck, bestie. Have fun!â Liv chuckles from her seat, cuddled up against Jace.Â
Youâll have to ask her about that later. Right now, you are being carried upstairs by your boyfriend, who missed you something fierce. Ending up in his bedroom, he plops you down on the bed and jumps you. Leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw to your collarbone and back. All the while whispering how much he missed you.
âI missed you too, Wolfie,â you gasp as he sucks on a particularly sensitive area of your neck.
Putting himself between your legs, he finally kisses your lips. When you moan into his mouth, his clothed sex comes into contact with yours. You feel each otherâs body heat, and itâs mere seconds before you are both undressed.Â
With the thrust of his hips, you feel his apology. With each kiss and nip, you feel how much he cares for you. He brings you to the brink over and over, until you are an emotional mess that clings to him. Youâre impossibly close and you wish you could be even closer to him. Wrapping your legs around his waist tighter, you tangle a hand in his hair as he rips one more orgasm from you.Â
You throw your head back, a long whine exiting your throat as you ride out your high. When you bite down on Walterâs shoulder, his hips falter and he buries himself deep inside you. You can feel every twitch of his length and every spurt that paints your walls. He fills you slowly but surely, resting his head in the crook of your neck as he comes down.
Rubbing his back, you kiss where your teeth barely made a dent in his skin. His tired groan vibrates through your body, and you canât help but shiver. His softening girth slips from you, and you both gasp. Walter starts to move off of you, but you pull him back, not wanting to lose his warmth.
He chuckles, happy to be your weighted heating blanket. He settles in with his arms around you until you hear soft, grumbling snores. Feeling his breath puff on your neck, you let out a yawn and give in to your own tiredness.
Everything else can wait for now. You are right where you want to be.
To be continued...
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Random thought:
You and August Walker sneaking out of a work party to get some time in his private office.
Zombie
Well, Zombie, I'll tell you what I think would happen...
Title: Executive Temptation
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader
Word Count: 2.4K
Summary: Youâve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?
Warnings: (responsible) alcohol consumption, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex
A/N: Unbetaâd, we die like people who tried their best.Â
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When the elevator dings and the doors open, he holds out an arm to let you enter first. As you step inside, you catch the eye of your coworker, who is making an obscene gesture with her hands. You canât exactly blame her. You did just get into an elevator with the damn CEO of Walker Logistics LLC.
Thatâs right. You and August Walker are in an elevator on the way to his private office to speak more discreetly.Â
A million different things went through your mind when he first asked you to step away to his office, and it showed on your face when you first stuttered through an excuse to stay at the party.Â
âTell you what, why donât we just continue our conversation about your ideas over better booze than what they have down here? Iâll behave as long as you do,â he offers, his sonorous baritone washing over you like a warm bath.
It was more than easy to agree with him; he just had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the room.
As the elevator lifts, August leans against the left wall while you stand in the center. You try to maintain the silence that is only interrupted as the floor indicator dings every few seconds. The anxiety of feeling like you have to perform is strong, and you want to come up with something that he will find interesting.
But all you can come up with is, âYou know, you canât say happiness without saying penis.âÂ
Augustâs head whips to you so fast, you think his neck may have broken. âIâm sorry, what?â
âSometimes, when Iâm nervous, I spout useless trivia. Itâs the worst superpower,â you admit, hoping he would let it go.
âSex is ten times more effective than Valium. So, maybe we shouldnât be so coy,â he hums, pushing off of the wall and coming to stand next to you when the elevator stops.
When the doors open, you are greeted with quite a sight. The entirety of the top floor is closed off by walls, except for his secretaryâs desk, which sits just outside double doors.Â
You are so surprised by the fact that you are in the CEOâs space that you just gawk at everything while staying in the elevator. Itâs only when August stops the doors from closing on you that you close your mouth and follow him to the doors to his office.
Once they open, youâre greeted with a modern office space with two conference rooms around the left and right corners. His L-shaped desk sits in the center of the room, and the polished ebony wood stain reflects the lights of the city from the floor-to-ceiling windows that line the back wall. A leather sofa and armchair set that seems rather inviting fills the carpeted area in front of the mini-bar. You spy the bookshelves that line the right and left walls and wonder to yourself if heâs even read half of them.
Walking around the desk, your feet carry you to the right bookcase. You read the titles of book after book about business and the economy. How fucking boring!
From his spot at the mini-bar, August gets your attention. âSo, what would the lady like to drink while she snoops?â
âIâm not snooping. Just looking,â you advise, your fingers swiping the various spines as you walk toward him. âAnd I would love some bourbon if you have it. No ice.â
âI think Iâll join you,â he remarks, retrieving two lowball glasses and a decanter of the amber liquid. Pouring about two fingers into one glass and then the other. He takes both glasses and places them on the glass coffee table that sits between the sofa and the two comfy chairs. He picks up his drink and turns to you. âWhat shall we toast to?â
The anxiety running through you is replaced by lust as you join him on the couch, close enough to feel his body heat. Pheromones must be wafting in the air because he smells like sex on legs. You bend forward to pick up your bourbon, and the top of your dress reveals some cleavage. Out of the corner of your eye, you see August tilt his head as he sneaks a peek.
âTo not being coy,â you insist, offering your raised glass.
August clinks his glass with yours and says, âTo not being coy.â
You both take a sip and when you put your drink down after a sizable gulp, August mirrors you and sits back against the couch. You turn, and he is watching you with hungry eyes. Now or never, you think to yourself.
Leaning in, you kiss the smirk right off his face. His soft, pink lips part and his tongue licks into your mouth. Deepening the kiss, you allow him entry and massage his tongue with yours as you move to his lap. His hands caress your thighs before sliding up your leg to land on your hips. You know what he is after, so you start to rock your hips and are awarded with a deep rumble of a groan from August.
With his hands grabbing onto your ass, you grow bold and swivel your hips once, then twice. As August bucks up into you, you whimper, and he breaks the kiss. Maintaining eye contact, he reaches up your dress and stops when his fingertips touch your panties.
âMay I take these off?â he asks, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip as he looks up at you.
âFuck, yes,â you yelp, your desire becoming too much to handle.
With your permission, he pulls them down your legs as far as they will go with you kneeling in his lap. Positioning you to lay back on the couch, he removes them completely, then dives in between your legs with his hands wrapped around your thighs to hold you close.Â
He kisses your inner thighs before focusing on your wet pussy. To say he must have been starving for you is an understatement. The way he licks from your hole to your swollen nub was just this side of overwhelming. Swirling his tongue around your pearl, he waits until you begin to buck your hips to take your clit into his mouth.
Your hands go to his hair, clutching his chestnut locks as he sucks your soul out of your body. Youâre near tears when he slowly inserts a finger between your folds. You barely hold yourself together as he strokes your inner walls, paying attention to the inner bundle of nerves that drives you wild.
Inserting another finger, he picks up his speed while massaging your G-spot. Listening to your body, he knows that you are on the very edge. One wrong move, and he could ruin it completely.Â
But, lucky for you, he knows what he is doing.
He lets your clit slip past his lips, changing his tactic. Flicking his tongue up and down on your bud while adding a third finger to stretch you out, he puts on a master class at foreplay. Within moments, the hold you have on your faculties is all but forgotten as you are brought to orgasm. Your walls clench around his fingers, and he continues to play with your sweet spot. The noise of your sopping hole echoes in the office.
âThatâs it; let it go. Such a good girl for me. So fucking delicious, too,â he praises, talking you through it. âYou sound so fucking sexy right now.â
When you come down from your high, August is right there to kiss away the tear that escapes your eye as he caresses you. Your entire body is afire with sensations. His hands on you feel feather-soft. Looking up into his face, you canât help but bring him down to kiss him. The kiss starts slow, but as it continues, tongues and teeth make an appearance. He nibbles and sucks on your bottom lip, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat.Â
He breaks the kiss again to kiss and nip at your jaw and neck. You wrap a leg around his waist, shoving your hand between you to stroke him through his slacks. The groan from him at the contact radiates through you. You can tell he has a monster under those clothes, and you want it.
Echoing his politeness from earlier, you speak up, âMay I?â
âPlease,â he gushes, sitting on his heels to give you better access.
You unzip and unbutton him, reaching inside to take him out. You thank him silently for prepping you with three fingers, because damn. The uncut snake in his pants is heavy in your hands. While you want nothing more than to have it inside you, you would also love to gag on it. Augustâs hand under your chin lifts your face until your eyes meet.
âAs much as I would love your pretty lips around me, I need to be inside you,â he implores, his thumb ghosting over your lips. âI promise you can choke on it later.â
You gasp as he removes your hand from his dick and pushes you slightly to lay back down. He throws your legs over his shoulders, lining himself up with your core, before pushing in slowly. He takes his time, letting you get used to being so filled and allowing him to adapt to your tight heat.
Folding you into yourself, he retracts his hips and thrusts forward. You groan in unison. Pulling out until just the tip remains inside you, he slams back in, kissing your cervix with his cockhead. He picks up the speed, and you can hear how fucking wet you are. The sloshy slaps of flesh on flesh are enough to have you close to orgasm already.
The entire room smells like sex, and it is intoxicating. Your gasps and whines as he fucks you only spur him on to help you chase after your climax. Parting your legs, he grips your thighs, fucking into you harder and faster. The look of determination on his face has you reaching down to play with your sensitive clit.
He swats your hand away in favor of using his fingers to make you cum around him. It happens quicker than you planned, a testament to his expertise. He fucks you through your release, your overworked pussy leaving cream all over his cock. He slows down to a more intimate pace as you come back to yourself.
You tangle a hand in his messy curls and pull him down to kiss you. With your hand on his hip, you urge him to move again. He kisses you deeper as his hips pick up the pace fucking you. You swallow every grunt and grumble from his thrusts. When his lips part from yours, you see the want in his eyes. You know heâs close by the way his hips stutter and his dick twitches.
Tightening your legs around his waist, you push your heel into his ass, and he gets the hint.Â
âYou want my cum? Ugh, fuck, Iâm so close. Shit! Argh, fuck,â he gasps, his cock spasming as he spills inside you. He collapses on top of you with his face in your neck, and you rub his back while he comes down.
Once his softening length slips from you, he grunts and picks himself up to sit back on his heels. He watches as his cum leaks out of you and licks his lips. He gets up and tucks himself away before motioning for you to stay right where you are. He grabs a towel from the mini-bar, coming back to clean up his mess from between your legs. He tosses the towel on the coffee table and picks up his drink to take a sip.
âI wasnât lying earlier, you know,â he discloses, moving to sit down when you pull yourself into a seated position.
âHuh?â you ask, wracking your brain to find out what heâs talking about.
âI still want to hear your ideas on how to expand our market reach. I mean, you donât even work in our marketing department, and your ideas have my attention,â he praises, his voice sincere in tone.
âI do have a few ideas on how the company can grow,â you beam, happy to be noticed. âBut I think Iâd like to discuss that first thing on Monday. Right now, Iâd rather enjoy this bourbon and spend time not talking about work. If you donât mind?â
âI donât mind at all,â he affirms, sipping his drink before smiling at you. âI am actually looking forward to Monday for a change. But before then, would you let me take you to dinner? I promise there will be no work talk.â
You look into your glass, swirling the amber liquid while you think about it for all of three seconds. âIâll let you take me to dinner on one condition,â you advise, a smirk playing on your lips.
âAnd what would that be?â he asks, his arm going to the back of the couch.
âYou let me choke on it before tonight is over,â you flirt, holding in a giggle.
The way his eyes darken is a thing of beauty. He lowers his drink from his lips and says, âFuck, where did that coy little thing go? Iâm not complaining, by the way. Iâll make sure you get a taste; donât you worry.âÂ
You suddenly feel very warm, and you canât believe this man is real. You wonder how his words can make you want nothing more than to kiss him until you canât breathe. You put down your glass after downing the last bit in one go. Liquid courage, donât fail me now, you think to yourself.
August puts down his glass and leans back. You crawl into his lap again, a knee on either side of his hips. Entwining a hand in his hair, you lean forward and capture his lips again. This time, the kiss is slow and sensual. Your tongue dances with his until your lips touch again. Nipping at his bottom lip elicits a whimper from him that is music to your ears.
His hands move to your ass, gripping the globes as if his life depended on it. When one hand leaves, you only miss it for a second before it lands back on your cheek with a slap. You moan into his mouth, and you can feel the rumble of a chuckle in his chest.
Heâs got you right where he wants you, and you wouldnât have it any other way.
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Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Sweet Desserts and Sweeter Kisses
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC
Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Word Count: 1.9K
Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon âLeonâ Solo and Roberta âBobbieâ Collins.
Chapter Summary: Bobbie and Leon entertain Gaby and Illya.
Warnings: p-in-v sex, creampie, fluff
A/N: Unbetaâd, we die like people who tried their best.Â
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âLeon! Itâs been six months. You are now legally obligated to introduce me to your friends.â Bobbie moves around the kitchen, checking on various dishes on the stove and in the oven.
âGaby is beside herself to meet you,â Leon acknowledges from his post, leaning in the doorway to the quaint kitchenette.
âWell, see? Gaby is excited, so why arenât you?â She challenges, pulling out a baking dish from the oven and setting it on the counter.
âItâs not Gaby that Iâm worried about. Sheâs a sweetheart once you get past the tough exterior. But Illya? Tough is all he knows. I canât exactly blame him,â he says, looking over to where Bobbie picked her head up and looked at him for more information. âAnd I canât exactly tell you why that is. Sorry, love.â
âRight, right. Need-to-know basis. But not to worry; Iâve got a secret weapon for Illya. I made a dish specifically for him. And if I know anything, itâs the way to a manâs heart, and that is through his stomach. So, even though this is nerve-wracking as all get out, I think heâs going to at least tolerate it,â she huffs, balling up a dishtowel before tossing it on the counter.
Napoleon walks up behind Bobbie and wraps his arms around her, his head resting on her shoulder as he pulls her into him. âYou know, I am so proud of you for putting all this together for my friends. Youâve done so much to make everything perfect, and I think you deserve a little treat of your own.â
âWhat are you-â Bobbie starts, only to be cut off by the shock of Napoleonâs hand smoothing down her sweater-covered breast and further down over her corduroy knee-length skirt. When it disappears under the fabric, she squirms. âLeon, theyâre gonna be here any minute!â
âWell then, Iâd better make this fast,â he whispers. Walking backward, Napoleon rests his hips against the counter behind him. Holding Bobbie against himself with one hand across her middle and one in her panties, he continues toying with her swelling clit until her legs buckle. âThere she is, so close already.â
âLeonâŠplease,â she trails off, her wringing hands at her sides. She knows if she reaches for his hand, he will stop. Throwing her head back against his chest, she looks up into his face and witnesses how much he truly enjoys having this power over her. That doesnât stop her from pleading with her big brown eyes.
âOh, you know exactly what that look does to me,â he growls, leaning down to capture her lips with his own. His hand that was around her middle comes up to cradle her face, his thumb caressing her cheek as she stands on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Breaking the kiss, Napoleon turns them around to face the counter, pulling Bobbieâs skirt up and her panties down. âThat kiss of yours is going to be the death of me.â
He has his pants unzipped, his cock pulled out, and inside of her in record time. He knew he wouldnât last long, not that it mattered. His main goal is to get her off so her mind clears. He moves his hips back before slamming them back in, and she is already putty in his hands.
Within minutes, he has Bobbie on the brink of her orgasm. Heâs holding her there, his hands on her hips, as he maintains a punishing pace. With every thrust, he pushes her closer to the edge, only to catch her before she can fall. Only when heâs ready will he allow her to come crashing down.
Judging by the footfalls and the sound of the front door of the apartment building closing, he doesnât have much time. Luckily, he knows how to play her body. His right hand finds her puffy clit while his left hand migrates to her throat.Â
Whispering into her ear, âCome for me, pretty girl. Let go and show me you can follow directions like I know you can.â
As if by a magical spell, her walls clamped down around him. He had every intention of fucking her through her orgasm; he really did. But the grip her pussy had on his cock was enough to send him right over the horizon with her. His hips are still as he empties inside her, all while still managing to hold up both of their bodies.
Extricating himself from her hold, Napoleon squats down to pull Bobbieâs underwear back up her legs and rights her skirt again before fixing his clothing.
âI am going to be thinking about my cum leaking out of you all night long,â he sighs, kissing her forehead when she turns around to face him.
Just as she opens her mouth, three sharp knocks sound on the door to her apartment. They fuss over each other for a moment, making sure it doesnât look like they were just having sex. Once done, they go to the door to greet their guests.
Bobbie swings the door open, greeting the couple in her apartment. âGaby, Illya. Iâm Roberta, but you can call me Bobbie. So nice to finally meet you. I was starting to believe you might be a figment of Leonâs imagination.â She takes their coats, and Napoleon gets drinks ready for them.
âI hope Leonâs imagination flattered me, at least,â Gaby laughs, sipping her dirty martini and winking at Napoleon.
âI only told her the good stuff,â Napoleon replies, bringing a Sazerac to Bobbie and a Manhattan for Illya.
Illya nods to Napoleon, smiles at Bobbie, and remains silent.
Bobbie ushers everyone to the dining table before she starts to bring out dish after dish of foods that are almost too beautiful to eat. Leaving dessert as a surprise, she comes back to the table, and everyone starts to serve themselves. As the first bites are taken, compliments are given to the chef.
âBobbie, this is delectable,â Gaby hums, covering her mouth with her hand.
âDarling, you have outdone yourself,â Napoleon praises.
âThank you. Iâm so glad you like everything. Iâll be honest, I was nervous that I was going to burn something or undercook something. I was a wreck,â Bobbie giggles, looking over the faces of her boyfriend and her guests. âEat up; I have a treat for dessert, and I hope you all like it.â
Illya eats in relative silence, not one emotion gracing his face. Bobbie has been secretly staring at him for most of dinner. When the meal is complete, Gaby volunteers to clear the plates away, and the women retreat to the kitchen. While they are out of earshot, Napoleon turns on the record player, and the smooth sounds of Peggy Leeâs Fever fill the air.Â
âPeril, what game are you playing at?â Napoleon cuts to the chase, motioning for Illya to sit on the couch with him.
âItâs been a long time since I had dinner with a civilian. My social skills may not be the best. If I donât say anything, I wonât accidentally-â
âHave a good time?â Napoleon supplies, cutting off Illya.
Illya rolls his eyes. âIâm not afraid to have a good time. I'm worried about getting close to new people. I donât know how to be a civilian. Iâm an agent,â he says, crossing his arms.
âSheâs not going to say anything, so I will. Youâre on the verge of being rude. So, do yourself a favor and speak to my lovely before she thinks you donât like her; thatâs if she doesnât already think that,â Napoleon huffs, tilting his head at Illya.
The girls come out of the kitchen with dessert already plated with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream. Gaby places two plates on the coffee table while Bobbie serves Napoleon and Illya. Noticing the look of surprise on Illyaâs face, Bobbie thinks the worst.
âIs there something wrong?â she supposes.
âNot at all. I havenât had sharlotka since I was a little boy. My mother used to let me help make it for special occasions,â he marvels, taking a bite and closing his eyes before nodding and saying, âThis is perfect. So was dinner. I apologize for my earlier silence; please donât think I am dissatisfied with you.â
âDonât worry about it. I figured you would be the hard sell. Luckily, I had the idea for the sharlotka and knew if anything, youâd at least be impressed by me,â Bobbie jokes, taking a bite of the dish. âOh wow, you werenât kidding. That is going in the recipe book, for sure.â
âIâll have to get that recipe from you. I think youâve made Illyaâs new favorite,â Gaby chuckles, smiling at her husband when a blush creeps up on his face.
When dessert is done, the couples talk for a while over coffee before Illya notices Gaby nuzzling into his side and suggests that they end the nightâs fun. By this time, Napoleon is already a pillow for Bobbie as she leans into him from her spot on the couch.
Napoleon picks up Bobbieâs head from his lap, depositing it on the couch after he gets up, not wanting to wake her up just yet. He walks Gaby and Illya to the door, saying goodbye on behalf of himself and Bobbie and promising to tell her that they enjoyed themselves.
Closing the door behind them, he walks over to the couch, where a tired Bobbie is now hanging halfway off the couch. He knows today was a struggle for her; planning an entire dinner and entertaining is no short order. He is so proud of her, not just for today but in general. He thinks the world of her, and nothing could change his mind.
Picking up her limp body from the couch, he takes her into the bedroom and lays her down. He removes her shoes and his own before climbing into bed next to her. He laughs when she cuddles into him and wraps an arm and leg around him possessively. He plants a kiss on her forehead and is met with a mumble from Bobbie.
âWhat was that, little one?â He presses, cradling her sleepy face in his hand, unsure of what he heard.
âI said I love you, Leon,â she confesses, ducking her head and looking up at him.
Napoleon breaks out into a grin and leans down to kiss Bobbie, only to stop at the last second before their lips touch. Looking into her eyes, he says, âI love you too, Bobbie.â
Bobbie melts in his arms. She knows how Napoleon dotes on her and spoils her. But this love confession of his means the world to her. She also knows that she has loved him for some time now, but the timing was never right to tell him.Â
Until tonight, this moment could not happen. Napoleon knew that if she didnât get along with his fellow agents, it would be quite tricky. But watching her win over Gaby so easily and Illya so charmingly cements in his mind that she is worth every ounce of his love.
Of course, if you ask him, heâs loved her since their first kiss. If heâs honest with himself, he still feels butterflies when her lips touch his.
Chapter 5 (TBD)
A/N: This story is far from over. OMG, I missed my babies so much.
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đ§đ»ââïžâšBippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! Youâve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:
Landlord!Ari + being caught watching you while you sleep
Well, it took me a couple of days but I did it!! Oh, and it's the longest drabble in the world. Did y'all know a drabble is only 100 words???? I thought it was 100-500...I still wrote way more than that, but still.
Title: No Good Deeds
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader
Word Count: 1.6K
Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.
Prompt: Landlord!Ari + being caught watching you while you sleep
Warnings: age gap (Ari is mid-40s, Reader is early-20s), yandere Ari, drugging, non-con fingering (f receiving), non-con p-in-v intercourse, non-con creampie, choking, dead dove: do not eat
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Moving out on your own isnât exactly the easiest thing for you. You spent four years living in your college dormitory, but you always had at least one roommate. So, signing a lease and accepting the single set of keys was a huge accomplishment.
Your landlord, Mr. Levinson, is so great. He told you to call him Ari more than once. From the first tour of the apartment to the day of your move-in, he offers his help in many ways. Where the best farmerâs market is, how to reach him if you need any repairs, and even when the local bars close are just a few tidbits he leaves you with.
You get to know him a bit more during a block party one Saturday night. The two of you talk over cheap beer, tamales from Señora Cruz, smoked brisket from Mr. Lorenzo, and lasagna from Mrs. Di Paolo. Ari seems like he is lonely, and your kind heart canât stand to see someone in need.Â
Before you know what you are getting into, you agree to have a weekly tea date with him. Itâs during one of those visits that you realize that something is a bit odd about Ari. He tries to cover up how he knows what cabinet you keep your tea in, but he makes up some dumb excuse that it would just be âthe perfect spotâ.
You excuse yourself to the bathroom as he busies himself with setting the tea, and when you come back, a steaming mug is waiting for you on a saucer on your coffee table. Usually, you make the tea, but Ari wanted to help out, and you had a long day at work, so you accepted.
âWhat is in this tea? Itâs almost spicy,â you ask, taking another big gulp of the tea you donât recognize.
âIs it spicy? Well, it does have ginger and cinnamon in it. Some chamomile, too. A little benzodiazepine in there,â Ari clambers on, trailing off at the end.
âD-did you say benzoâŠdiaâŠzep,â you slur, reaching for Ari as you sit on the couch, but you end up passing out with your head in his lap.
When you come to, you struggle to remember what happened. Your heavy head pounds as you turn it to the side before putting the heel of your hand to your still-closed eyes.
âTake it slow, Bunny. You mustâve been really tired,â he consoles, from the other side of your bed.
âMr. Levin-â
âUhn uh. Call me Ari; no more of that Mr. Levinson polite shit, ok?â he swears for the first time in your presence.
âUm, Ari⊠What are you doing in my bedroom?â you ask, your mind a blank slate from earlier.
âOh, Bunny. You invited me over for tea, and then you werenât feeling well, and you asked me to stay until you felt better. Next thing I know, Iâm carrying you in here because you fell asleep on me with that sweet little face of yours right in my lap,â he comforts, the knuckles of his hand sliding down your face before he boops your nose.
âWhy do you keep calling me Bunny?â you mewl, still trying to get in control of all your limbs.
âWhen you sleep, you furrow your eyebrows and scrunch up your nose like a little bunny. Itâs one of the cutest things you do,â he admires, his hand now moving down your neck and through the valley of your breasts to get to where your skirt rides up your thigh.
âMr.-AriâŠI think I feel better now; you donât have to-âÂ
Your words are cut off when Ari reaches under your skirt, and you specifically remember having on panties earlier today, but his fingers are touching your tender pussy directly. Did he take off your underwear?
âFuck, youâre so wet. Mustâve been all that time I spent rubbing your cute little cunt through those white cotton panties. God, those little moans you were making went straight to my cock, Bunny. Feel it,â he dares, grabbing your hand and resting it against the thick outline of his dick through his Wranglers.Â
While your hand is on his length, he shoves two of his fingers into your wet heat. At first, you are surprised by the shock of it. But soon, you can tell that he knows how to work your body. You scream out his name, but he doesnât stop. Instead, he shoves one hand over your mouth and gets close to your ear.
âYouâre not gonna ruin this for me. You have been parading yourself around here like youâre some holier-than-thou sweet little thing. And I knew youâd end up letting me smash at some point. But I didnât wanna wait anymore, Bunny. You have had me wrapped around that little finger of yours since you moved in. Itâs time that I get whatâs owed to me-what youâve been flaunting in front of me,â he sneers, pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean before opening his pants and pulling his dick out.
He lines up with your sodden core before thrusting in with no grace or elegance. Slamming himself inside your tight snatch for the first time feels like he is splitting you in two. Youâre no virgin, but you also donât have much casual sex, so Ariâs thickness was a shock, to say the least.
âSweet Bunny, youâre so tight. What a good girl! Youâve been waiting for me like Iâve been waiting for you, huh? Fuck, youâre like a fucking vice. You hear that, Bunny? Hear how that cunt loves it when I fuck it? Love that loud, sloshy pussy,â he beams, his wide hips between your legs making your joints hurt.
Youâre in stunned silence as Ari uses your body to chase his release. Your mind is bringing up all the times it seemed like he was getting a little too close for comfort. All the times when he would talk to you about his divorce, or his current dating trend, or the fact that he once told you that a pretty thing like you belonged locked up in a tower for a prince to come and free you.
Did he think he was a charming prince?
âOh, Bunny, fuck, Iâm not gonna last much longer. Look at me; wanna see your eyes when I cum inside you,â he blurts, holding your face in his hands as you look into his dilated, hungry eyes. âTake it. Just. Like. That.â The last few words are punctuated with thrusts as he paints your walls with thick, milky ropes.
Once he closes his eyes, his hips remain still, and his forehead meets yours. This would be almost romantic if Ari didnât make it beyond creepy by whispering how perfect you are and peppering kisses all over your face. His softening cock finally slips free from you, and you are happy to be empty until you feel the flow of his semen leaking from you. He notices your discomfort and mocks your whines as he pushes his jizz back into your swollen hole.
âDonât worry, Bunny,â he starts, moving off of you to recline next to you, âNot gonna leave this bed âtil youâre knocked up. As soon as you are, Iâm gonna move you in with me. You are gonna be well taken care of, too. You are so perfect-every little thing about you. And when the baby comes, we are gonna be the perfect little family. You wouldnât wanna ruin our family, right? Youâre gonna be a good girl for me, huh?â he implores, holding your cheeks in his hand so your lips poke out a bit.
You nod while tears stream from your eyes, finding it hard to form words. But what would you have said? He seems to like you mostly silent; you havenât uttered a single word since before he was inside you. It wasnât too late to try, but it was too late to have hope; at least thatâs what you told yourself.
âI donât know about you, but I am starting to get hard again just looking at you. On all fours for me, Bunny. I know you got it in you,â he orders, no kindness in his voice.
You quickly scramble to get on your hands and knees for him and are happy that he is pleased with your speed. As he slides into your sensitive folds again, you grimace but hold in your noises of pain. You donât want to give him the satisfaction of making you hurt, even though what he is doing is traumatizing. He relishes in the gushy sounds your pairing makes and the mighty âoomphâ you make when he wraps an arm around your neck and flattens you down to your belly.
He has you in a chokehold while his hips canter back and forth, plunging his length deeper and deeper inside you. When he hears you start to sputter and gulp in air, he removes his arm from around your neck and holds your face cheek-down on the bed.
âLook at her, taking my cock just like she should. Youâll be the prettiest little wife and mother, wonât you? Gonna keep you nice and round as much as I can. My perfect little BunnyâŠugh, fuck,â he blurts, his release surprising him suddenly.
When he pulls out, he smacks your ass and lays down next to you while your life flashes before your eyes. He moves closer to you, readjusting your body to lay on top of his as he rubs your back. He kisses the top of your head in such a kind gesture that you feel your eyes stinging with unshed tears.Â
You canât even bring yourself to fully cry, the tears streaming down your face just to splash on Ariâs denim shirt. Forgotten and dried up to never be seen again.
A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble!!!!
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Can I submit a prompt where Lloyd calls in his normally mousey assistant on one of her off days and is blown back by her casual attire? Maybe she's on her way out of hang with the girls and she's got her hottie/freekum dress/attire on.
Bonus if she is as completely I bothered as she normally is and even teases him a bit for his audacity đđ
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Hi nonny!! So sorry this took so long, but here it is! And just as a warning, this one is a doozy and I will not be earning bonus points based on your ask.
Is getting negative points a thing?? (Because this thing went off the rails...)
Title: Power Play: After Hours
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader
Word Count: 3.1K
Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.
Warnings: horrible boss Lloyd, pet name (Mouse), power imbalance, multiple threats of violence, non-con, forced oral sex (f receiving), slight dacryphilia, forced hand job (m receiving), dub-con p-in-v intercourse, vaginal creampie, forced oral sex (m receiving), oral creampie, dead dove: do not eat
A/N: I apologize to nonny who asked for something (I think) completely different. Unbetaâd, we die like people who tried their best.
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Youâre at home getting ready to go out with the girls. It has been ages since you had a free night to let your hair down. But tonight was the night.Â
You made sure to ditch the wool sweaters, drab colors, and sensible shoes that you usually wear to work. Instead, you opt for a form-fitting pinstripe dress that ends just above your knee. Large hoop earrings push through your hair and demand attention. Your feet are covered in strappy heels that are cuter than they are comfortable.
But beauty is pain, no?
Just as you are exiting your apartment and entering your car, your phone buzzes. You pull your phone from your purse and growl at the text message from your boss.
Your boss, your reason for migraine medication, the bane of your existence. Lloyd Hansen. Getting an internship with Hansen Government Service was supposed to be a summer gig to help you pay for odds and ends during your last year at college. But no, you had to go ahead and impress the CEO with your problem-solving and the way you covered your former bossâ ass one too many times.Â
And now here you are, the personal assistant to this deplorable caricature of a human being. Amazing vision and dental benefits aside, you were the glorified babysitter to a sociopath with an inferiority complex. But you keep your mouth shut and your head down because you know where your bread is buttered.
The text from Lloyd is still sitting in your inbox unread one minute later when your phone starts to ring. You were hoping he would think you were asleep or something, but you remember Lloyd doesnât observe normal business hours. And he doesnât give a shit if you have a day off either.
âYes, Sir,â you answer with Lloydâs preferred moniker.
âWhy didnât you answer my text?â he asks, his annoyed tone unmistakable.
âI apologize for not being available to you, Sir. What can I help you with?â you acknowledge, wanting him to get to his point of bothering you.
âHmmm. Iâm gonna ignore you being rudely polite. For now. Need you to get my dry cleaning, Mouse,â he advises, using that nickname that boils your blood.
âSir. Itâs almost 9 p.m. Are the dry cleaners still open?â you wonder aloud.
âI called them, and they agreed to re-open so that I could get my shirts. Wasnât that nice of them? You donât wanna keep that sweet old lady waiting this late at night, do you?â he persuades, a sinister chuckle sending a chill down your spine.
âI will pick up your shirts for you, Sir,â you question.
âHad to pull a late night at the office, but Iâm leaving now. Meet me at my place, Mouse,â he replies.
âYes, Sir,â you say, holding back the urge to scream in his ear and ending the call.Â
By being at the office, he is within walking distance of the shop where his clothing is being held.Â
Deep breaths. Donât let him take your joy.
You pass your office building and veer into the small shopping center. Stepping into the shop, you realize you donât have a ticket, but you also know that the place is staying open for only one reason.
âYou here to pick up Hansen?â The old woman behind the counter smiles at you and you nod stepping over to her, âVery particular, that one. Donât let him work you too hard, honey.âÂ
âOh, thank you,â you greet, smiling when she handed over the hangers of shirts covered in plastic material, âMay I just apologize for him keeping you open past your hours?â
Before you can apologize, the sweet woman comes around the counter and pats your hand.
âHow long are you going to apologize for him? Just go home, honey. And good luck with that one,â she reasons, and she scoots you out of the store before you can tell her that youâre only his assistant, not his long-suffering wife.
You give up trying to explain yourself and turn around to get back in your car. With the shirts hung in the back seat, you speed until you get to Lloydâs gated community. Pushing in the code to the outer gate, you squirm in your seat as the gate slowly opens.
Driving through streets with pretentious names, you end up at the cul-de-sac where his McMansion sits center-stage among the other Stepford homes. You park next to his vehicle in the spacious driveway, a BMW M8 Competition Convertible in Alpine White. Not a scratch on her sparkling surface.
You stuff down the urge to put a scratch on his car because he will notice it. He notices everything. And with the level of neat freak that he is, he probably would notice a single fingerprint on the carâs hood.
Walking up to the door, you see the Ring camera and press the doorbell. The porch light comes on and the door opens to reveal your boss talking on the phone with one earbud in his ear. He pauses and looks you up and down before letting you walk in around him.
âIâm gonna have to go, something just came up,â he purrs, adjusting himself in the two seconds you were looking away from him. He pulls out his earbud, ending the call and turning his attention to you, âMouse, glad you could make it, but you didnât have to dress up for me.â
âI didnât. Here are your shirts. Can I help you with anything else, Sir?â you explain, holding his dry cleaning out so he can take them.Â
Once he reaches out, he bypasses the shirts, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to him. âMaybe there is one thing you can do for me, Mouse. It is quite a big job though,â he dares, ghosting his thumb over your pulse point.
âHmmm. Sir, I didnât come all this way to do whatever it is you think youâre doing,â you warn, putting your hand on his chest to push him away as you feel his increased heart rate.Â
His eyes are dark, with barely any blue left in the iris. You can almost feel how hungry he is for you.
âWell, I was gonna say I wouldnât mind a blowjob from those perfect glossy lips. But I think I wanna hear your mouth moan for me while I eat that pretty pussy instead,â he admits, taking the shirts out of your hand before hoisting you over his shoulder.
âSir! No! Put me down, you fucking psycho. What are you doing?â you demand, pounding your hands on his back and landing a harsh blow directly to his ass.
âFuck, Mouse! Hands to yourself, or I wonât keep my hands to myself, ok?â he cautions, surprising you with a hard slap to your ass, âAnd you got that wrong anyway, Iâm technically a sociopath, not a psychopath.â
Youâre in a state of stunned silence as he walks up the grand staircase in the room and brings you into a bedroom down the hall. You donât have time to wonder what all of the other rooms are used for as you are dumped on his bed. The silk sheets underneath you are comfortable, but they seem creepy once you think about being thrown down on top of them. Before you can scramble off of the bed, Lloyd grabs you by the hips and traps you under his weight.Â
âMouse, mouse, mouse. Why donât you ever dress like this for me?â he breathes, his clothed erection nestled against your hip, âYou wearing this for some asshole? Should call him up and tell him I got to you first.â
âSir, please. I was just going to hang out with my girls. I promise I wonât say anything about this if you just let me go,â you whimper, your hands going to his chest again trying to push him away.
He grabs your wrists and pins them to the bed. His nose takes in your RiRi perfume as it glides along your neck. Kicking your legs open, he nestles himself in between so he can rock his hips into you. Feeling his hardening dick against your panties as your dress rides up, he groans as he feels the heat coming off of you.
âKinda funny you want me to let you go. But I bet if I dipped a finger into that cute snatch I know you have, I would find a little honey pot full of delicious sweetness waiting for me. Shall I test that out?â he counters. Holding both wrists in one giant hand as he trails a hand down your body until it disappears between you.
You feel his bruising fingers pushing your panties out of the way to find his prize. His touch turns almost delicate as the tips of his fingers find your wet pussy; your bodyâs betrayal is evident in the puddle forming on your netherlips. The look in his eyes when he finds what heâs looking for is bordering on sheer joy.
âThere it is, Mouse. Just like I knew it would be,â he beams, pulling two fingers coated in your essence to his mouth and sucking them clean, âFuck. I knew it would be delicious. Youâre gonna sit on my face and give me all your sweet cream.â
He rolls your body over so that you are straddling him. You debate trying to scramble off of him, but he pinches your thigh and brings you back to the task at hand. You crawl up his body and hover over his face until he locks his arms around your thighs and pulls you down over his eager mouth.
Looking down at him, he looks serene with his eyes closed as he goes to work on your sensitive folds. For a while, you feel nothing when he licks up your slit. Circling your nub with his tongue, he moans when your clit twitches. When kitten licks against your clit turn to sucking it into his mouth, you canât restrain the urge to grab a handful of his hair.
If he wants to hear you moan pretty for him, heâs gonna need to do better than this. You grind your pussy into his tongue and sigh when he sticks his tongue directly into your hole. Fucking into you with his tongue is the straw that breaks the camelâs back.
You tighten your fingers in his auburn hair, unable to hold back your orgasm for much longer. Visions of all the times he looked at you like you were a piece of meat flash before your eyes. The way all of his other assistants quit the job after short stints. And you just about gift-wrapped yourself for him tonight.
You should have never answered the phone. But itâs kind of hard to think about that now with the way your resolve is slowly slipping away. You feel the metaphorical rubber band being stretched to within an inch of its life. Until pop!
The wave of your climax washes over you like a warm blanket. Your keening whine is music to Lloydâs ears as he holds you tighter when you try and extricate yourself from his grasp. He laps up everything you have to give him and makes obscene sucking and licking noises. Once he lets up on your pussy, he lets your weak body roll to the side on its own. You donât notice you are crying until he licks away one tear.
He looks down at you as he wipes his mustache clean of your juices. âEvery part of you tastes amazing, Mouse. Even your tears. Fuck, thatâs so hot I got you crying for me,â he hums, wiping away your tears with a thumb as he lays next to your limp body.
Youâre quiet as you lay in your bossâ bed, him having just defiled your body with his tongue. Not knowing what to think, your brain just replays everything trying to find where you went so wrong. Because not only was that an Earth-shattering orgasm but it was given to you by your boss. That kind of thing is frowned upon in most companies. But Lloyd is the CEO, are the rules different? You donât have the time to keep thinking when Lloyd chimes in.
âNow, Mouse, Iâm sure your brain is going a mile a minute. But let me make one thing clear: I am going to need you to come into work dressed just like this from now on. You wear something tight, something that shows off this body, something that I can pull up or down and fuck you in while weâre in the office,â he chuckles as you look over to him with tears in your eyes at your new fate, âWeâll put that into your contract. What do you think? From Personal Assistant to Fuck Toy. Thatâs a step up, huh?â
You say nothing, content to shed tears and wish that the Earth would open up and swallow you.
âDonât be so gloomy. At least you got to come, unlike some of us. You can help me with that, canât you Mouse?â he pleads, as if he didnât just change your job title to fit your new duties. He unzips his pants, pulling out his thick length and reaching for your hand to wrap around it, âI wonât need much help. I couldâve blown in my pants like a fucking teenager when you came in my mouth.â
You wish his mouth would just fucking stop. You donât need the commentary. You unenthusiastically jerk him off until he spills rope after rope of jizz painting your hand and his pants. At least he was right, he didnât need much help.Â
âGood fucking job, Mouse,â he gushes, throwing an arm over his brow as he catches his breath, âCanât wait to take that cunt for a test drive but I can wait until my balls are not so fucking empty. Go clean yourself up in the bathroom.â
You rise and walk into the attached bathroom all without a single thought in your head. You use the toilet, wash your hands, and splash water on your face. You avoid the mirror like the plague.
Coming back to the bedroom, you are greeted by Lloyd lying on his side and crooking a finger at you. You swallow your spit and take a deep breath, moving to join him on the bed.Â
Once there, you let him manhandle you in every position he wants. You close your eyes, wishing you were somewhere else. Until he has you on your back. He makes you stare into his eyes as he fucks you like the little puppet you are. When he takes you over the edge again, he doesnât stop his onslaught until you beg him to stop.
But begging only drives him to go harder. Flesh slapping against flesh painfully until he pushes himself deep within you and stills. Every twitch and spurt felt inside of you like a slap to the face. Youâre not on birth control and you fear asking if he is snipped but he speaks up before you can ask.
âI pay you enough to afford the morning-after pill, right?â he asks, his dick softening and sliding out of you.
Fucking asshole. The thought of murder crosses your mind more than once, but you know people might come looking for him. And the thought of having to trade in your freedom for a life behind bars makes you rethink killing this nutcase.
So, instead, you just say, âYes, Sir.â
âRight. Good. Alright, well itâs not too late for you to go out with your friends. Donât stay out too late, you have work in the morning. Bright and early, Mouse. I expect you to be there tomorrow,â he remarks, acting like he didnât just use your body for his sick pleasure, âThat means youâre good to go home now, Mouse. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
He gets off you, climbing off the bed and adjusting himself, pulling you up and escorting you to the front door. He all but pushes you out of the door into the night, as if you were trash. When you get back inside your car, your phone has tons of messages from your friends wondering where you are.
You send a mass text that you werenât feeling well, and you needed rest. It wasnât entirely untrue anyway. You make it back home, shedding your clothes as you walk to your bedroom. You pull back the covers and wrap yourself in warmth, willing the events of the night to just go away. But they donât go away.
The next morning, you shower and dress like Lloyd wants. The looks of your coworkers cause heat to rise to your face. You donât usually get this type of attention. Or any attention when you think about it.Â
When you get to Lloydâs office, he is sitting behind his desk on a call, and he waves you over. You walk around his desk and see his pants are already unbuttoned and his half-chub is sticking out. You spare yourself the embarrassment of being asked and go right to work on him with your hands. Unsurprised when he puts a hand on the back of your head, you just lower yourself and take him in your mouth.
Little does he know; your head game is strong. And within about three minutes, you have him spasming down your throat. His softening cock is sensitive as you tease him by swirling your tongue around the head. He ends his phone call and holds your face in his hands.
âWhatâs my soul taste like, Mouse? Iâm sure you sucked it right out,â he praises, his dazed eyes focusing on you while he catches his breath.
âIf you had a soul, Iâm sure it would taste as bitter as your cum,â you snap, uncaring of whether or not he was offended.
âGood point. Watch that pretty mouth, though. My precious feelings might get hurt. And then you might get hurt. So, play nice, Mouse,â he cautions, lightly clapping his hand against your cheek, just hard enough to jerk you out of misbehaving.
âYes, Sir,â you sass, putting on a fake smile and Lloyd rolls his eyes, shooing you away.
You can do what he says, doesnât mean you have to make it easy for him in the slightest. And isnât that the best way to get back at him? Give him everything he wants but with no enthusiasm. Of course, you know this little plan of yours wonât last long. But when youâre faced with a demon like Lloyd Hansen, youâll take any little victory you can. As few and far between as they may be.
A/N: This got way out of hand. I donât know what happened. Um, Iâm not sorry though. Because I love this and if it ends up being just for me, then so be it.
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The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven: Marked By The Wolf
Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors â DNI
Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader
Word Count: ~4.8K (ya waited extra-long; ya get an extra-long chapter)
Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.
Chapter Summary: Itâs the night of the full moon. The plan? Invite Sy over to the cabin to keep an eye on him in case he shifts. WCGW?Â
Warnings: verbal fight, angst
A/N: Thank you for being patient with me, guys! And I see yâall reblogging the masterlist for the series. And I thank you so much for keeping this story alive! A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. Cuz ya girl was struggling with this chapter for many moons.
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Over the next day or so, you get to know Jace. Youâd learned his full first name, but âonly koâu makuahine calls me Jasonâ. Growing up in Hawaii shaped the man he is today, and he misses home a lot. But with Walter in his pack, and being Fayeâs godfather, heâs made his own little family.
For a while, it seems like he may be flirting with you. But that quickly fades into something else. Youâre only mildly upset when he refers to you as kaikuahine. Firstly, because you had no idea what it meant. Secondly, because when you found out it meant âsisterâ, you had to remind yourself that you have a perfectly great werewolf boyfriend of your own already.
âCalm down, girl,â you thought, thinking of your eager beaver.
Walter notices the way your demeanor changes and takes your hand, leading you upstairs. Your confusion only amuses Jace, who seems to know something you donât. Once you make it into Walterâs bedroom, you are spun against the door. He attacks your neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh until you tangle your fingers in his chestnut curls. Your mind reels, wondering whatâs gotten into him.
And then it hits you.
HeâsâŠjealous!
Oh, this is too good. Thatâs twice tonight that heâs been struck with jealousy. Earlier with Syâs thirst trap and now with your flirtatious nature. You are beyond flattered, but you refuse to let this man get too far gone. With your hand in his hair, you tighten your fingers and pry him from your neck.
Once his face is in front of yours, you notice his wild eyes where black replaces blue. He looks ready to eat you, and as much as you would like that, you decide to try and calm the beast within.
âWalter, baby? I need you to calm down for a sec,â you beg, both hands tangling in his hair to soothe his soul, âCome on back to me, baby.â
Blinking once, then twice, his eyes finally focus on you, and the trance is gone. His giant paws rush to your face and then to the tender skin of your neck where his teeth were grazing. He winces when you grimace at the feel of his thumb on your sore flesh.
âPup, I am so sorry. I donât know what got into me. I wasââ
âJealous?â you supply, already knowing what this was.
âI canât help it. I havenât felt this way in a long time. Itâs jealousy, sure. But it feels deeper than that. I felt the need to mark you as mine. Youâre sort of a natural flirt, you know that?â he probes, a soft smile on his face.
âWell, I mean, I can see that. I guess Iâve never really thought about it. No one has ever brought it up,â you explain, looking back on all the times that men thought you were flirting with them but were just being nice.Â
âDonât worry about it. I just wanted to make sure that Jace knew you were taken. He has an effect on women,â he expresses, âBut it seems he only sees you as a sister, so I donât have to worry about you two riding off into the sunset, now do I?âÂ
âWow, that was kinda bitchy. But also, incredibly hot that you thought I could be influenced by another big pretty werewolf,â you tease, leaning up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on the end of his nose before pushing back from the door so you could open it and leave.
âYou think heâs pretty?â Walter shouts after you.
You laugh, swiftly jogging down the stairs to find an equally amused Jace sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, perfectly at home.
Trying to keep yourself from feeling embarrassed, you plop down next to him on the couch. While you are snuggling into his side, he chuckles and jokes that you should watch out for âthe big, bad wolfâ. Just as the words leave his mouth, Walter appears on the other side of you, having leapt over the couch. Youâre officially squeezed in between the two large wolves, and you suddenly feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Between the warmth radiating from both men, the way they commented on the Forged in Fire episode playing in the background, and the long day finally catching up with you, you had no choice but to fall asleep. You remember leaning your head against Jaceâs beefy shoulder after he splayed both arms along the back of the couch. At some point during the night, you awake to find yourself sprawled across both of their laps. Your head is in Walterâs lap and your blanket-covered feet are shoved under Jaceâs thigh.
The television screen asking if youâre still watching illuminates the faces of the snoring wolves at either side of you. Walterâs hand on your shoulder twitches as he feels you shifting. Shuffling your ankles, Jace sleepily readjusts to give you room before lowering his thigh back over your feet. All of this was done while they were asleep as if it was second nature to want to keep you safe and warm.
And you werenât going to complain about being in a literal wolf pile. Instead, you snuggle into your blanket and let yourself drift off again.
When you awaken, the mid-morning sun is flooding through the windows. Youâre still on the couch, but no longer surrounded by your wolf-shaped furnaces. Getting up from the couch, you wrap the blanket around your shoulders and go in search of coffee.Â
Shuffling into the kitchen, you brush past where Walter is plating some waffles. You make it to the coffee machine and pour yourself a cup, adding in your sugar and cream and stirring it until it hits that perfect shade. Taking that first sip is nirvana. As the temperature of the hot beverage slides down your throat, you are warmed from the inside out. Now, you can officially say you have woken up.
You turn around to lean against the counter and are surprised to see both wolves looking at you and smiling. âWhat?â
âOh, nothing. Just we were trying to get your attention, but I see Walter was right about you loving java. You have your priorities straight, is all,â Jace winks at you before sipping his coffee.
Walter chuckles and shoves a plateful of waffles, bacon, and eggs to one of the empty seats and nods for you to eat. âDonât worry, Pup. I think itâs cute that you need your morning fuel before intelligent social interaction.â
âThanks, Wolfie,â you hum, leaning in to peck him on the cheek before sitting down to tuck into your plate.
âAnd the nicknames are elevating my sugar levels as we speak,â Jace teases, expertly catching the waffle that Walter throws his way.
âLook, Jace and I have an idea. We just need you to put the pieces in motion,â Walter begins, explaining the plan to you while you eat. You stayed mostly silent, letting him lay everything out.
Jace pops in here and there with a few tweaks when he sees you start to feel a bit overwhelmed, âIf at any time you feel uncomfortable, donât hesitate. Weâre there in case anything happens.â
âI guess I have a call to make. Oh, and do you fellas think you can go grocery shopping? I need a few things if I wanna make sure I have enough to feed all of you,â you lament, factoring in that Sy used to eat you out of house and home on multiple occasions. Might as well have too much than too little. You give Wolfie and Jace your shopping list and head upstairs to shower and make a very important phone call.
Early evening rolls in and you are relishing the smell of your pot roast with vegetables simmering as it permeates the first floor of the house. Wolfie has been at your side for most of the afternoon and even now because youâve been like a chicken with your head cut off, anxious nerves making you fuss over every little thing.Â
And he couldnât blame you for being on high alert. He did ask you to invite over your ex-fiancĂ© during a full moon, under the guise of getting together for a football game, so that he and Jace could find out if Sy is a werewolf. âA simple plan,â said no one in this situation.
Olivia was invited over to help you set up and possibly help you with cooking. But alas, fair Olivia has found her Prince Charming in Jace. And just as Walter said, he does have an effect on women. You have to stop and giggle to yourself as she throws her head back in laughter and touches his arm, her signature move. Great, those two can swoon each other all night while you try and keep the peace between a wolf and a hard place.
The roast was not going to cook any faster with you standing over the crock pot, so you step away from the kitchen and join the others as they sit in the living room. Jace and Liv sit on the couch as Walter sits in one of the loungers. Just as you sit down to rest your bones in the other chair, you notice the guys exchanging a look.Â
You hear the rumble of Syâs old pickup and your heart drops into your stomach. You shoot up from your seat and adjust your turtleneck dress that hugs your body like a glove before walking to the front door. You step outside as Sy is pulling into the driveway. Swallowing your apprehension, you walk across the lawn to meet him.Â
Smiling as he exits his truck, Sy wraps you up in a bear hug. When he lifts you off the ground, you squeak, and he just laughs before putting you back down. You get a whiff of him, and you feel an instant urge to bury your nose in his neck, or his perfectly trimmed beard. Fighting that urge, you playfully swat at Syâs meaty, flannel-clad bicep and try not to stare at his veiny forearms.Â
The man always had great arms; you would have complimented him on them once upon a time. But that was a long time ago, and even though you wanted to devour him where he stood, you werenât about to let him know that. His head was big enough without you adding your horniness to it.
He steps to the truck bed and reaches a hand in to pick up a case of your favorite beer. He seems pretty pleased with himself and not at all nervous about meeting your new boyfriend. You shouldâve known better than to think he would miss the opportunity to annoy your current beau.
You lead him inside where he immediately sniffs the air and exclaims, âOh, my God! Please tell me that is your pot roast.â
You feel heat rise to your cheeks and nervously reply, âUm, yeah. Itâs probably just about done if you want some.â
âIf I want some? Of course, itâs my favorite meal,â Sy earnestly comments, and you canât help but bashfully thank him.
A throat is cleared, and Walter appears at your side, planting a nuzzling kiss on your neck as he snakes an arm around you, making you giggle.Â
âWalter, this is Sy. Sy, this is Walter, my boyfriend,â you introduce them, smiling to yourself as they offer a hand for a handshake and exchange pleasantries.
âPleasure ta meetcha, Walter.â âLikewise, Sy.âÂ
They were still shaking each otherâs hands until you realized they were having a staring contest.Â
âSeriously?!â you gripe, equally mad at both of them, âYouâre both grown men, right?â You push through their still-joined hands and go into the kitchen.
Olivia rises from the couch and admonishes them as well, âGood going, guys,â as she follows you into the kitchen.
âWhat?â they say in unison, looking at the only other man in the room. Jace shakes his head, looking between the two of them and taking a pull off his beer.
Walter walks into the kitchen, already apologizing as he approaches where you are sitting at the table. He takes your hand in his and holds it against his chest. Itâs less what he says, and more of how he says it. He sounds genuine and he means every word. You peck him on the cheek, forgiving him. Olivia makes sure to tease you about how cute you two are.
Sy saunters in once Walter exits, placing the case of beer on the kitchen counter before opening it, removing two bottles, and handing one to you. Clinking the neck of his bottle against yours, he uncaps his and takes and takes a long pull. Taking a long look at you, he leans back and surveys your level of anger, trying to assess exactly how mad you are.
âWalter seems nice,â he starts in that fatherly tone that always gets a smile out of you.Â
You shake your head and laugh despite yourself wanting to be mad at him. âYou know, he actually is very nice. Just give him a chance to surprise you before you hate his guts, ok? Thatâs all I ask.â
âOh, is that all? Easy peasy lemon squeezy,â he grumbles, pouting for a second. âLook, Iâll be on my best behavior like Church on Sunday if I can get some of that pot roast.â He turns those blue topaz eyes on you, and youâre putty in his hands, suddenly wishing Liv wasnât in the room to watch that little moment.Â
You rise from your seat, dishing out some of the roast and potatoes and carrots onto a plate for Sy, and place it in front of him. You light up when he closes his eyes at the first bite. His groan of satisfaction is more than enough to signal that you did a great job. But the pat he gives your knee is so warm and so intimate that your muscles instantly react to his touch, wishing it lingered for a second more.
âLiv, can Sy and I have a second to talk?â you plead, hoping that she would give you some space.
âSure. Iâll just go back to fawning over Jace. Heâs so pretty I wanna cry,â she professes, patting your shoulder as she exits the kitchen.
Your eyes follow Olivia as she leaves, and then they snap back to where Sy is sitting smiling at you. And you know this particular smile well.Â
âSy, why are you smiling at me like that? You said you would be on your best behavior and that smile is not your best behavior,â you sigh, rolling your eyes, âI know that smile got me to do a lot of things back in the day.â
âA lot of fun things come to mind,â he murmurs, bringing his beer up to his lips to drain before rising to get another and lean on the counter, âBut that is not why Iâm here tonight. Donât worry, Iâm only here to make sure my favorite girlâs being taken care of. I will be a perfect gentleman, even to yer old man.â
Rising from your seat, you finally open your beer and stand next to him. Taking a sip, you bump his shoulder with yours. âOne question I have for you. Why did you agree to come over? I mean, you could have hung up the phone or cursed me out when I asked you over to spend time with me. At my boyfriendâs cabin. In the woods. Just saying that now makes me wonder what was going through your head.â
âNot gonna lie, I loved seeing you the other day. Even though you werenât exactly pleased to see me, you still told me to be careful out there in the woods. Look, I like having you in my life. If that means I have you as a friend, itâs much better than not having you at all,â he confesses, and your world shatters around you when you look up into his eyes and see his sincerity.
You open your mouth to speak but the words wonât take shape and youâre left looking for the answer in his face. The eyes you got lost in a million times before. The lips you kissed every chance you got. Standing this close, you can breathe each otherâs breath. If you only stood on your tippy-toes and leaned in, youâd be rightâ
âAm I interrupting something?â Oliviaâs voice snaps you back to reality and you put some space between you and Sy. She walks in between you two to grab another beer. She gives Sy a look before turning her attention to you, âYour boyfriendâs wondering where you are, bee-tee-dubs.â She throws out her arm, gesturing for you to lead the way back to the living room instead of finishing your conversation. You miss her giving Sy another pointed stare before following you out.
The night goes on as planned, at first. You all watch a college football game, Walterâs alma mater vs their rivals, who just happen to be Syâs alma mater. You and Sy met after college, and he mentioned having played lacrosse, but heâs never shown interest in football. Until tonight, of course.
Itâs been a long time since you and Sy spent time together, but you know his temperament. And heâs off. He doesnât look like himself either, as if heâs covering up something. With the way that Walter and Jace keep sharing looks, you see he is on their radar as well.
Olivia and Jace occupy the two loungers, so you are sitting in between Walter and Sy on the couch. How lucky! Youâre in the perfect spot to listen to Sy rooting loudly for his team and making snide comments all because he doesnât wanna sit next to you and your new boyfriend.Â
Walter, on the other hand, is quiet for the most part but trembling with anger. Heâs letting Sy get to him, and you canât stand it anymore. Youâre suddenly jealous of Olivia who fell asleep halfway into the game.
You unwrap yourself from around Walter and turn to Sy. âKitchen. Now.â
He doesnât answer and mutely follows you, taken aback when you turn on him once youâre both in the kitchen.
âWhat the hell are you doing? You are being such an ass. Iâm trying to hold out an olive branch, but you are not meeting me in the middle, Sy,â you snap, feeling like you could spit fire.
âAnd why did you even invite me? To parade your new man all over me? I thought maybe we could try and be friends, but now I see all you wanna do is remind me that I wasnât good enough for you,â Sy erupts, his voice booming and full of rage.Â
âThatâs not fair,â you gasp.
âAllâs fair in love, Bug,â he cautions, sweat starting to drip down his forehead, âLook, Iâm gonna go before either of us says something weâll regret.â He turns and storms out of the kitchen before you can step any closer to him, but you are on his tail when he steps out of the front door.
You reach him, putting your hand on his shoulder as you try to stop him. He turns back to you, his eyes closed in a pained expression. His skin is flushed as he rips open his flannel, making it easier for you to see his Adonis belt just above his jeans. The bite mark is nowhere to be seen, having already healed. When he starts to hyperventilate, you try to soothe him by calling his name. Fast as lightning, Walter appears between you and Sy.
âSy, you have to try and stay calm. You arenât making this easy on yourself. Let it happen,â Walter holds his hands out, showing he means no harm as he tries to step closer to Sy. Walter starts to shift after removing his sweater and jeans.
âBack off, man,â Sy warns, feeling like he could explode with the heat beneath his skin.
âYou can do this, just open your eyes,â Walter replies, before his mouth becomes a snout and talking is impossible.
But when Sy finally opens his eyes, they start to glow. His neck twists at a freakish angle, the sounds of bones crunching has you terrified. Reddish-brown fur sprouts out of his skin as his hands stretch into clawed paws. His confused screams are horrifying. Jaceâs booming voice is talking over his cries, talking him through the transformation.Â
Doubling over, Sy grunts in agony as he falls on all fours. Letting out a howl, his jeans fall away as he transforms for the first time. You scream, taking a step back when he sniffs the air and he takes one step toward you.Â
Sy paces back and forth in front of Walter, seeming to weigh his options. Walterâs wolf form stands an inch or two taller than Sy as he puts distance between you and the new wolf.
Just as the tension is insurmountable, a throat is cleared, and you all look to see Jace standing in the driveway. Nonchalant, but his eyes keenly take in the scene in front of him as he nods at Walter. Olivia is at Jaceâs side, dumbfounded by what she is witnessing. When she notices that rumbling sound coming from Jace is him growling, she throws away fear in place of curiosity.
The two wolves are kicking dust up with their feet, squaring off until Jace steps a bit closer to back up his brother. Sy had a chance of maybe beating Walter. But a new wolf up against two bonded brother wolves? No way in hell.Â
You step in between the three of them. Holding out your hands, you plead with them not to fight. Walterâs nose nudges at your legs and he huffs in Syâs face. Walter shifts back, picking up his jeans to put back on, and crossing his arms across his massive chest.
Walter and Jace move closer to Sy as he snarls at them until he sees you, clinging to Olivia. Tears fall from your eyes and something inside of Sy breaks. Looking to you, he can see the fear on your face and you wonder if that is what causes him to want to shift back into human form. The two brothers talk Sy down, telling him how to return to human form.
Once his bones have settled and the whining howls stop, Sy is in the fetal position on the lawn. Shivering, sweaty, and scared. His clothes are ruined, but you think you remember seeing a blanket in the truck bed earlier. You ask Olivia to get the blanket while you caress Syâs face.Â
Once the blanket is around his middle, you accept help from Walter to lift him up. Sy uses his last ounce of energy to push Walter away.Â
Coming back to himself, Sy refocuses his anger on Walter. âThis has nothing to do with you. Gonna need you to step aside,â Sy fumes, cranky from the changes he doesnât understand heâs going through.
âThatâs just not gonna happen. Maybe if you werenât trying to move in on whatâs mine, Iâd be sorry for what Iâve done,â Walter seethes, âAfter all, Iâm the one that bit you.â
You and Sy are both in a state of shock but for different reasons. Sy just found out werewolves are real, and your boyfriend just referred to you as âwhatâs his'.Â
âYou did this to me?â Syâs rage peaks.
âHey, hey. Focus on my voice, come back. You donât wanna do this,â you trail off as Sy calms down.Â
His irises are back to their brilliant blue and you can see recognition in them. He looks tired, but he is no worse for wear.
âCan we get outta here? Go someplace we can justâŠtalk?â Sy insists.
You think for a second about how pissed you are at Walter for being extremely callous about turning Sy, not to mention talking about you as if you were a piece of property to be owned. You turn to look back at Walter before answering Sy.
âYeah, Iâd like that,â you affirm, putting one of Syâs arms around your neck to help him walk back to his truck.Â
You watch Jace stand in front of Walter to stop him from following after you. âLet her cool off, you did just kinda refer to her as âwhatâs mineâ, and generally women donât like that outside of the bedroom.â
Olivia steps over to Walter, putting a hand on his shoulder, her expression calm and collected. âHe wonât hurt her. He cares too much about her to do that.â
You get into the driverâs seat after putting Sy in the passenger side, not allowing him to drive. You caution a glance at Walter, instantly regretting looking at his mournful face. Turning the car on, you back out of the driveway and drive out to Syâs place.Â
As you drive there from muscle memory, you look over at Sy now and then. The streetlights of the town dash across his solemn face and bare chest as he sleeps. You almost donât want to wake him when you make it to his house, he looks so peaceful and not like his life has been turned upside-down. You wake him with the back of your hand smoothing down his face. He grabs it, lost for a moment before he sees your face and where he is.
You help him get inside and suddenly feel exhausted as well. You loiter in the living room while he grabs a glass of water from the kitchen. You didnât really plan how you were going to get back to Walterâs cabin tonight. And if youâre honest with yourself, you donât want to go back tonight.
Sy comes back out, gulping down water from his glass while holding the blanket low around his middle.Â
âIs it okay if we wait to talk? Iâm tired as hell. Iâll take the couch if thatâs alright?â You ask, sitting down on the couch and starting to move the pillows.
âYouâre not staying out here. Youâre sleeping in the bedroom. Iâll take the couch. Iâll grab you something to sleep in,â he rattles on, moving to the bedroom as you stand from the couch and look at your feet.
Sy comes back out to the living room. Heâs barefoot, shirtless, and in a pair of grey sweatpants. He just canât help himself, you think.
âI left you a shirt and some shorts on the bed. Let me know if you need anything, alright?â he advises, using a hand on the small of your back to guide you to the bedroom.
You laugh when you see Sy left you his Mötley CrĂŒe shirt. While putting on the shirt and the boxers, you look at the bed and you know that you donât want to sleep alone. You donât care that this will only further complicate your relationship, but you need to not be alone right now. Your bare feet pad across the wood floor as you go back out to the living room.Â
Sy hears you and picks his head up to look at you. âYou alright, Bug?â
âI donât wanna sleep alone. I know thatâs probablyââ
Sy was already up and ushering you back into the bedroom before you could finish your sentence. You pull back the covers so you both can climb in. You enter first and then he slides under the blanket next to you. He lays on his back, you on your side facing away from him. You wiggle your body backward until you come into contact with his warmth. You reach back for his arm and pull it around you.
âIs this okay?â you hesitate, suddenly afraid that youâre asking too much.
âYeah. Sâok,â he whispers, his breath fanning across your neck. If he notices the shiver that goes down your spine, youâre grateful that he doesnât mention it.
âGood night, Sy,â you murmur, yawning at the end of your sentence.
âGânight, Bug,â he breathes.
As you drift off to sleep, you think how different you imagined this day ending. You didnât expect to be in your exâs arms tonight instead of Walterâs. But you did expect to be in a werewolfâs embrace. Syâs breath evens out behind you, the rising and falling of his chest against your back is enough to lull you into a peaceful slumber.
To be continued...
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Oxytocin
Title: Oxytocin
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors â DNI
Fandom: Knives Out AU
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC (Ivy Kensington)
Word Count: 3.1K
Summary: At a New Yearâs Eve party, Ransom Drysdaleâs life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.Â
Warnings: age gap (Ivy is 38, Ransom is 19 in flashbacks), Mommy kink, Mommy Domme/baby boy, dry humping, orgasm denial, mention of virginity, aftercare, size kink, oral sex (m receiving), cum swallowing
A/N: My tiles for @thebasementspouses VOTM Ransom Drysdale BINGO were: dry humping, mommy kink, orgasm denial, virginity, size kink. Submission for @the-slumberpartyâs Eight Types of Love February 2024 Sleepover Challenge(Pragma â longstanding love). Thank you to @peyton-warren for the beta, you saved me from myself!
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From the moment he laid eyes on her, Ransomâs world stopped. The sound of her laughter, the glow of her chestnut skin, the way her deep brown irises held his focus; he couldnât choose his favorite of her attributes. He watched as she commanded the attention of the room as she regaled her guests with tales of her various adventures traveling the globe.
He was only nineteen when he met her that New Yearâs Eve night. Ivy Kensington. She was thirty-eight and newly divorced. The poor bastard that let her slip through his fingers must be insane, Ransom thought to himself. He loved how lively she was, as if divorce was exactly what she needed to feel alive.
He doesnât know what possessed him that night to walk right up to her but, God help him, he thanks his lucky stars that he did. As he approached her, his hopes were high. Until she noticed him, turning to acknowledge the younger man. When he went to open his mouth, it flopped open and then closed after several seconds of awkward silence.
A grin spread across her face before she spoke, âYou have got to be Linda and Richardâs son. Handsome like your father, and venturesome just like your mother. Now, what did you walk all the way over here for? Looked like you were about to say something interesting,â she teased, a hand going to her hip as she shifted on her feet.
âRansom. Thatâs my name. Uh, I justâŠwhat I mean to say is, um-â
âSlow down, baby boy,â she soothed, stopping him mid-ramble to step closer so she could hold his chin between her manicured thumb and forefinger, âWhat did you want to say, Ransom?â
Her gaze drew him in, and he instantly felt at ease, gaining his voice back. âI wanted to know if you had plans for midnight, Mrs. Kensington. You know, the kiss?â he asks, voice trembling only slightly.
âItâs Ms. Kensington. You want to be my midnight kiss?â she questioned, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at him, âThat is very bold of you to ask, especially coming from a virgin,â she said matter-of-factly.
His eyes widened and his brows shot up his forehead at the mention of his still intact virginity. Up to this point, no one knew heâd never been laid. Heâd had his share of kissing, sure. Every time he wanted to go the distance, it never panned out. But how could she tell?
âYouâre wondering how I know. You just have that look about you. Not necessarily innocent, more like naĂŻve. And damn lucky that I donât already have a kiss lined up. Meet me up there at midnight,â she instructed, peeking up the stairs to the area overlooking the party.
All Ransom could do was nod, for fear that opening his mouth would be a repeat of his earlier blunder.
âNow, shoo. I have other guests to entertain, and that precious face of yours will surely divert my attention,â she insisted, her hand patting his baby-faced cheek as she walked around him.
Ransom was left gobsmacked. He succeeded at talking to a woman. Well, he only succeeded with her help, but heâs not gonna mention that if anyone asks. For all intents and purposes, heâs arranged a secret rendezvous with an older woman. No elaboration was necessary, according to him at least.
For the next few hours, Ransom not-so-sneakily kept an eye on wherever Ivy went. He wouldnât call it stalking her. He was just protecting his interests. He watched as man after man came up to Ivy, crowding her personal space. Ransom was seething quite visibly until he saw how elegantly she dispatched each potential suitor, politely letting them down and sending a look his way to let him know she saw him in the crowd.
He stopped sneering as much after that. She could handle herself just fine without him lurking. He knew that now, but it didnât stop his eyes from searching for her the rest of the night.Â
As 9 turned into 10 and 10 turned into 11, he busied himself with sitting on one of the exquisite phthalo green velvet couches in the parlor. He looked at all the knickknacks that Ivy must have picked up on various excursions around the world. For a moment, he felt like he may be underwhelming to such an amazing woman. But he let that thought die as people started to count down from ten in the other room.
He moved swiftly through the crowd, taking the long staircase two steps at a time to get to the top where Ivy stands waiting for him. Standing in front of her, his focus tied to her and only her. As the partygoers counted down to 1, his hand snaked around her shorter form and pulled her close.
Their breaths mingled; body heat was shared between them. The instant their lips met; it was over. As if the entire party vanished, neither of them tried to keep the kiss innocent. Deepening the kiss, Ransom used his tongue to massage hers, eliciting a deep rumbling moan out of her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Emboldened by his position, he let his hand slide down past the small of her back to her ample backside. Giving it a healthy squeeze, he sighed into the kiss when she tangled her fingers in his hair.
As Ivy broke the kiss, she rested her forehead against his as they both caught their breath. Ivy lifted her head and smiled as she saw her garnet-toned lipstick smeared across his lips. He looked thoroughly debauched between the makeup on his face and the state of his hair. This simply would not do.
At his furrowed brow, she removed herself from his embrace and took his hand in hers. Pulling him down the long hallway, they entered the master bedroom and made their way to the attached bathroom. He finally caught his reflection in the mirror as she grabbed a makeup wipe from the cabinet. She cleaned his face while holding his jaw as if she thought he would try and escape from her grip. His gaze stayed on her face the entire time.
It had been so long since someone cared for him in this way. He watched as she threw away the wipe in the trash and finger-combed through his hair, making him presentable once again. In a flash, he was in a trance, something he couldnât put a finger on. He felt so safe with Ivy like she could tell him to do anything, and he would do it without question. He was so deep into subspace that he barely registered Ivy calling his name as he blankly stared at her.
âRansom? Talk to me, baby,â she encouraged, the back of her hand sweeping down his cheek. His eyes closed as she administered the simple yet desirable touch.Â
His mouth opened as his tongue darted out to wet his lips, but no words followed his actions. Ivy guided him back to the bedroom to sit down on the King-sized bed. All the while, he remained focused on her.Â
âAlright, baby boy, you gotta help me out here. Where did you go? Come on back to Mommy,â she prodded, surprised when Ransom bit his lip at her use of the word Mommy. Her eyes grew dark, and she understood instantly what he needed from her.
She instructed him to lay back on the bed and he did so promptly. The tent in his pants highlighted his arousal as she climbed over his lap. His hands moved on their own to pull her hips flush with his, but she swatted them away.
âAsk for permission to touch Mommy, baby boy,â she directed, her hands ghosting over his chest as he breathed shallowly.
âMay I please touch you, Mommy?â he begged, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
âAfter being so polite, how can I say no to my baby boy?â she conceded, reaching up to let the top of her dress down so her breasts could spill out, âYou may touch Mommy, baby.â
âThank you, Mommy,â he mewled, gripping one breast in each hand as she sat down on his clothed cock.Â
She felt his length and girth with how hard he was. He felt the heat coming from her pussy as she ground into him. They both felt the intensity in the air surrounding them. When Ivy leaned down to let Ransom suckle her breast, he did so with a little too much enthusiasm at first. Once he got into a rhythm, he relished that he was able to pull soft whines from her.
Soon enough, he began to feel the tightening chokehold of his impending orgasm. He stopped sucking on her tits and chased after his inevitable end. But he was interrupted by Ivyâs words and the abrupt halt of her hips.
âBaby boy, if you want to cum tonight, youâre gonna need to make Mommy cum first. Is that understood?â she challenged.
âYes, Mommy,â he sputtered, groaning when she started to grind into him again.
She rode him like her life depended on it, and honestly, when an orgasm was on the horizon, it felt pretty on the nose. He watched her face as she succumbed to the continuous poking of the tip of his dick into her swollen nub. He coveted the way her legs tightened around him, imagining what it would feel like to be inside her when she cums.
That thought proved to be overwhelming and while she was coming down from her high, he followed right after her. Like waves crashing into a pier, his climax washed over him. White-hot heat rushed through his cock as it spilled his jizz inside his pants. Ivy, in all her glory, never stopped riding him as he came. Even as it became too much and he whimpered for her to stop, she only slowed down. She enjoyed it so much, watching him fall apart under her.
As a tear escaped his eye, she let up on her cruel punishment of his overworked length. She removed herself from his lap and crawled up the bed to take him in her arms. His breathing had calmed down and he laid his head against her chest, idly sucking on one nipple as he lay there. He looked up into her eyes and she smiled down at him, effortlessly putting him at ease.Â
They stayed that way until Ransom started to squirm in her arms, surely not enjoying the way his cum was starting to dry against his skin. She cleaned him up in the bathroom, her mouth gaping open when she finally caught sight of the sheer size of his cock. If she was ever going to get to ride it, she would need a lot of prep. He put a hand over hers when she unconsciously began to pump his soft penis.
She thought he had been trying to get her to stop but was surprised when he only wanted to change the pace of her hand. He threw his head back when she tightened her fist and knelt in front of him. Watching her through heavy-lidded eyes, he babbled nonsense for a moment until his balls drew up and he shot milky ropes into her waiting mouth. His hands went to her shoulders and unsteady legs doing their best to hold him up after blowing his load twice.
He had heard of post-nut clarity, but he was experiencing something completely different. Perhaps akin to love, but not as deep. He watched as she swallowed, warmth spreading through his chest. Maybe he was wrong, feeling more and more entranced by Ivy with every second they spent together.
She fixed her dress and her lipstick, leaving the red smudges on his cock with a smile as she zipped him up. She took him further down the hall to a hidden stairwell that led into the kitchen. They had evaded any prying eyes from partygoers, making it seem like they had been in this room the whole time.
Famished from earlier activities, they munched on hors dâoeurves and made comfortable small talk. All earlier nervousness was a distant memory as they laughed and carried on like two lovesick teenagers.
Well, like one lovesick teenager and a grown-ass woman. At this point, age was nothing but a number. A number that neither of them cared about. They exchanged numbers, making a point to see one another again.
Eventually, they made it back into the party. Ivy made sure to say a lengthy farewell to Ransomâs parents, praising them for raising such a gentleman much to the shock of Richard and Linda, but they recovered gracefully. Shortly thereafter, the Drysdales made their exit.
During the car ride home, Richard joked that Ransom had a schoolboy crush on Ivy. âIf they only knew,â he thought to himself.
Over the rest of his winter break from college, Ransom spent more and more time with Ivy where she taught him tip after hint after trick about pleasing a woman. It was less out of the goodness of her heart and more about the kismet between them. She enjoyed his banter as much as his body. He loved coming to her place for a home-cooked meal and the company of a woman who thought the world of him.
When the winter break ended, Ransom spent his last night in town with Ivy. Of course, his parents showed barely any interest in the fact that he was leaving early or who he was spending his time with. In their eyes, he was not only an adult, but also no longer their problem.Â
Ransom had hoped that finally, Ivy would let him make love to her. But she felt a strange sense of moral obligation when it came to him losing his virginity. As much as she wanted to be his first, she didnât want him to get even more attached to her. She knew he was in love, and if she let herself follow him, it would not end pretty. Better to end their little doomed romance now, before either of them could get hurt.
Explaining all of this to him went better than she expected. His Adamâs apple bobbed as he swallowed, jaw tightening as he looked away from Ivy. She counted to five before reaching a hand to his shoulder, surprised when his hand covered hers.Â
Unshed tears shone in his eyes when he turned to look back at her again. Maintaining eye contact, he brought her hand to his lips to place a kiss on the back of her knuckles. He still relished the way her breath caught in her throat when he showered her with affection.
âNo matter what happens, just remember this moment. Itâs just us here, no one else. If this is the last moment we share, letâs make it worth it,â he pressed, praying for all the world that she would change her mind.
âRansom, this isnât exactly easy for me. I want you, please know that. But you deserve to have a relationship with someone. Perhaps, someone closer to your age. Someone with shared experiences. I would only be holding you back. That is my honest opinion,â she sniffed, continuing to reluctantly push him away.
âI wonât ever stop wanting you. You make me feel things I never thought were possible. I just wish I could give you a fraction of what you give me,â he lamented.
âTrust me, you have made an impact on my life. Who knows? Maybe one day down the line, we could get together and get a cup of coffee and laugh about this,â she hinted, hoping he would take her olive branch.
âI hope we can. Iâm gonna hold you to it,â he beamed, a grin painting his features and replacing the sad look he once wore, âI should get going, I guess.â
âIâll walk you out,â she said, standing and letting him lead the way.Â
She wasnât surprised at all when he kissed her neck while hugging her. Nor when he predictably trailed kisses over her jaw and up to her lips. But she couldnât hold back her delight when he nibbled at her bottom lip and soothed away the sting with his tongue.
For a moment, when he leaned back from her, they just looked into each otherâs eyes. Nothing was said because words were unnecessary at this point. Every moment, every kiss, every shared laugh was worth it to be able to share this last long gaze.
As soon as Ivy closed the door behind Ransom, she slumped to the floor and cried her eyes out.
That night, as he drove home from Ivyâs estate, Ransom shed tears all the way back to his dorm room.Â
17 Years Later
Ransom is in town for a New Yearâs Eve party thrown by his grandfather. Heâs grown to loathe the damned holiday and itâs not a wonder why. Heâs only there to make an appearance and swiftly leave before having to make awkward small talk with his parents. While sneaking into the kitchen to find the secret stash of cookies, he overhears a sound he hasnât heard in so long but would recognize it anywhere.
He follows the source of the laughter and is astounded to see her standing and speaking to his grandfather. Entering the living room fully, he clears his throat and they both look at him. The look on Ivyâs face of pleased anticipation threw gasoline on a fire in his soul that he thought had long gone out.
âIvy Kensington, Iâd like to introduce you to my oldest grandson. Ransom Drysdale, meet Ivy,â Harlan remarks, not knowing that these two are very well-acquainted already. Harlan excuses himself, leaving them alone in the room.
âRansom, I-â
âYou look amazing,â he blurts, cutting her off before she can say anything.
They share a laugh, a moment of excitement and comfort between them. Staring into each otherâs eyes told them everything they needed to know.Â
And as the partygoers start to count down from 10, they realize they have been sitting in the living room for hours exchanging stories of the past and what they were up to now. The worries they had once upon a time were all gone. All that was left was the sliver of opportunity that wafted in the air once they shared a kiss.
The passion was there as if it was still so many years ago. As if Ransom didnât have laugh lines or crowâs feet when he smiled. As if Ivy wasnât sporting a few perfectly groomed grey hairs sprouting about in her curls. As if that final goodbye wasnât all that final.
And that was as good a place as any to start.
A/N: OK so this was my first time writing Ransom and I made him kinda soft as puppy toes in most of this. I hope you enjoy it.
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Don't Take Your Eyes Off It
Title: Donât Take Your Eyes Off It
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!ReaderÂ
Word Count: 1.5K
Summary: Itâs Valentineâs Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!
Warnings: Daddy kink, pet name (Sweets), praise kink (slightly), ass worship, butt plug, anal fingering, first time *romantic* anal, creampie
A/N: Based on this poll, Steve Rogers won. Submission for @the-slumberpartyâs Eight Types of Love February 2024 Sleepover Challenge (Eros-sexual passion). Unbetaâd, we die like people who tried their best.Â
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His fingers glide across the skin of your shoulder blade as sunlight cascades over your beautiful brown skin while you sleep on your stomach. He marvels at how you seem to glow in the rays of the morning sun. Leaning in, he places a chaste kiss on your lips, trying his best to wake you gently.
You grumble, the weight of his kiss just enough to pull you from a deep slumber.Â
âWhat was that, Sweets?â Steveâs sultry baritone invades your consciousness and you open your eyes.
âI said, âfive more minutesâ,â you plead, pouting up at Steve and hoping he would give you a break after seeing your tired eyes.
No such luck.
âNice try, Sweets. You know what today is, right?â he asks, peppering kisses to the top of your bonnet-covered hair.
âItâs...Wednesday?â you guess, trying your best to get back to REM sleep.
âYes, technically, it is Wednesday. Itâs alsoâŠâ he trails off, waiting for the pieces to click into place in your mind.
You lift your head, locking eyes with Steve. For three whole seconds, you just look at him with a confused expression on your face until it hits you. âItâs Valentineâs Day!â you chuckle, and playfully swat at him.
âNow, sheâs cooking with gas. I thought it was gonna take you all day to figure it out,â he jokes, laughing as you roll your eyes at him.
You turn around in bed and swing your legs over the edge. Reaching up to untie your hair, your braids cascade down your back. Peeking over your shoulder, you catch Steve watching you while one of his hands runs through his golden tresses.
âCaught ya looking, Daddy,â you tease before standing and walking around the bed to his side. He reaches out to touch you, but you pull back at the last second. âUnh-uh! Not until tonight. I got something special planned for you.â
âSomething special, huh? Well, I canât wait. But I guess I will have to, wonât I?â he guesses, standing up from the bed to tower over you. He lifts his hands in surrender after you point a manicured finger at him. âHands to myself, I promise. For now,â he flirts, walking around you to go into the bathroom to shower.
While Steve is in the shower, you mentally run down your checklist of things for tonight. Your new pink glass buttplug, check! New red lace lingerie, check! You had everything planned down to the last detail and you were very excited to see Steveâs reaction. Now, all that was left was to get everything ready while Steve was away for the day.
Steve comes back to your darkened apartment that night, surprised to see a trail of red rose petals and vanilla-scented tea lights leading him to the bedroom. He stoops down to grab the card that was left near the door.
âDaddy,Â
Come and unwrap your present.
-Sweetsâ
Making his way along the petaled path, he reaches your slightly ajar bedroom door. Pushing it open, he is greeted by you kneeling in the center of the bed. A red rose hairclip holds the right side of your braids back, and the red lace bodysuit you wear hugs all of your curves perfectly.
You take in the way Steve looks at you like you hung the moon. His ocean eyes darken as he takes in your scent, your favorite perfume lingering in the air.Â
âHi, Daddy. Happy Valentineâs Day,â you hum, making your way to where Steve stands at the foot of the bed. âWhy donât you join me? You can put these big, strong hands to use,â you slide your arms around his neck and instinctually, his hands go to your waist.
Leaning down to claim your lips, he doesnât hold back teasing his tongue along the seam of your mouth. Once you let him in, he takes control of the kiss. Swallowing down your whimpers and moans, he cups the back of your head and nibbles your bottom lip.
Breaking the kiss, he laughs lowly when you try and follow his lips. âI think I was promised a gift, Sweets. Now, what might that be?â he muses, his fingertips moving along the red lace until he comes upon a pebbled nipple.
You take his hand and guide it to where the gusset of your bodysuit would be, now drenched with your slick. You nod and he explores your soft folds through the crotchless lace. He knows how to play you like a damn fiddle. Gathering your moisture and applying just the right amount of pressure to your bundle of nerves.
Within moments, he has your legs weak while he gives your clit some much-needed attention. His other hand goes to your chin so that you look up at him as he brings you over the edge. You fight to keep your eyes open as the chains of orgasm are broken, your throbbing pussy creaming his hand.
âSuch a good girl for me. God, youâre perfect, Sweets,â he praises, still unaware of what you have in store for him as he takes off his tie and goes to unbutton his shirt.
âDaddy, I have a surprise for you. Iâve been working all day long on it,â you chime in, biting your lip as you cup Steveâs erection through his slacks.
âYou go ahead and show me that surprise, now,â he encourages, watching intently as you turn around and present yourself to him with your ass in the air. His hand goes to your hip, slowly moving toward your ample backside. Groping your ass, he finds something he had hinted at only weeks ago. âOh, fuck. Look at this adorable little plug. Have you been wearing this all day, Sweets?â
âYes, Daddy. Iâve been stretched around it all day long. I wanted you to have something no one has had before. Itâs all yours,â you say, wiggling your hips to show off your toy.
âYou are such a good girl for wearing it all day,â he murmurs, taking the lube that was delicately placed on the bed earlier by you. Dripping the liquid between your cheeks, he spreads it generously around your plump globes. He lays a few slaps to each cheek and moves some of the lube between your cheeks to tease the toy in and out of you slightly.
âDaddy, please,â you beg, growing ever so impatient now that Steve is teasing you.
âShhh, itâs okay, Sweets. Letâs just get this pretty plug out of here,â he purrs, pulling out the toy and watching as your hole tightens up a bit. He uses one finger to explore you, graduating to two and three fingers when you take him in so well. Soon, the wet squelch of lube as he fingers you is the loudest sound in the room, even over your moans.Â
With three fingers inside you, Steve uses the other hand to unzip his pants. Pulling out his red, weeping dick, he squeezes the base and coats it in the excess lube that has accumulated. Lining up to your opening, he pushes in slowly until you engulf his tip. The hard part is over as he slides into the hilt.
He waits until you start to wriggle under his hands to begin a languid pace, slow as molasses in January. Your hand snakes down to your forgotten pussy, shiny and slick with a mixture of your arousal and lubricant. Your fingers stimulate your clit as Steve takes you apart from the inside.
Youâve never felt so fully taken before, the stretch of his massive member adding to the sacred friction. As soon as your fingers take you over the edge, you notice how intense this orgasm is. You moan into the bedsheets as your cunt shudders and your asshole clamps down around Steve.
âFuuuuuck, good girl. That felt so fucking good, Sweets. Donât think I can last much longer with you coming so hard on my dick like that,â he ponders aloud, quickening his pace to chase his release.
As he pounds into you from behind, he reaches around to finger your pussy while his palm rubs your sweet spot. When he can sense you getting closer and closer to the edge, he pulls his fingers from inside you and plays with your clit.
âBe my good girl and cum with me, Sweets. Fuck, I can feel it right now. You ready for it baby?â he persuades, fucking into you while you moan non-stop.Â
âYes, please. Iâm ready for your cum, Daddy,â you cry out, your climax pulling you over the edge, tumbling straight into Steveâs release. You can feel every spurt of spunk painting your delicate inner walls while he throbs inside you.
Coming down, he lets his deflating length slip out and directs you to lie down before climbing on the bed next to you. Wrapping you up in his arms, he kisses your forehead and isnât surprised when he soon hears the soft snores escaping you.
Heâs more than content to wait to give you his gift. He smiles, remembering the velvet box in his suit jacket pocket in the other room. He can wait a bit longer to hear you say yes.
A/N: Alright, well, I havenât written for Steve Rogers in over 12 years. I hope this was good. I would love to hear what yâall think. The title is taken from âRocketâ by Beyoncïżœïżœ.
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Something Old, Something New
Title: Something Old, Something New
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader
Fandom: The 355
Word Count: 9.5K (whoopsie)
Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.
Warnings:Â infidelity, divorce, recreational drug use (marijuana), drinking, mutual pining, praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected p-in-v sex, mention of bodily fluids (creampie), public sex, if I forgot anything please tell me
A/N1: My tiles for @thebasementspouses VOTM Nick Fowler BINGO were: divorced, best friendâs brother, writerâs choice(prompt #802Â from @creativepromptsforwriting), drunken confession, public sex. BINGO card at end of story.
A/N2: I have been working on this story for weeks and I really hope I have done the Nick Fowler fandom justice. It's my first time, and hopefully not the last time, writing for Nick. I thoroughly enjoyed writing him. Unbetaâd, we die like people who tried their best.Â
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Three Months Ago
The cardstock was rigid in your hands, the envelope discarded seconds ago. The confetti in the envelope litters around your Chucks as you bring your attention to the words embossed upon the invitation. You had been waiting for this day ever since you received the Save the Date announcement.
You ran your finger over the pretty lettering, its raised borders were a nice tactile touch. The peaceful pink, whispered white, and mellow merlot of the flowers against a hint of golden accents was a beautiful choice. Not too feminine, nor too masculine.
Turning the invitation over, you found more information.Â
âAccommodations will be completely covered for your 8-night stay at The Ocracoke Harbor Inn by the family of the Bride. You will be staying in the fully-furnished Treasure Chest Cottage. Amenities include full-service linens, complimentary wireless Internet, and guest boat docking. Guests have access to a sound-side beach. Password for WI-FI given upon check-in. Nonsmoking, no pets.â
Leave it to the Fowlers to go nuts and rent out the entire inn for their only daughterâs wedding, you thought to yourself. You were not surprised at all, growing up as a rich girlâs best friend had its perks.
As if on cue, your phone started to play the opening notes of Losing You by Solange to signal an incoming call. Pulling your phone out, you smiled seeing Deanneâs name. You clicked Accept and raised the phone to your ear.
âHello to the future Mrs. Alexander!â Your cheery demeanor not letting on how jealous you were of your friendâs impending nuptials.
Euphonious laughter rings through the earpiece and you canât help but join in.
âGirl, can you believe it? I am about to tie the knot, be off the market, and settle down. Iâm only 12% nervous about everything so Iâm doing great,â she snorted, and suddenly you were a bit less jealous if this kind of anxiety is what she had to deal with, âAnyway, um, I was giving you a call because I wanted to ask if you got your invitation and I also wanted to see if I could save myself time in waiting for your R.S.V.P. and bug and pester you until you agree to let my parents pay for you to come spend a week with us and come to my wedding andââ
âDeanne! Stop with the run-on sentence, doll. Did you think I was gonna pass up this opportunity? God, I love that you chose Ocracoke as your wedding destination. So many vacations were spent getting into all kinds of trouble,â you recalled, images of splashing in the water as kids and lounging on the beach as teens replayed in your mind.
âYeah. Hey, when we were little girls planning our dream weddings, I was serious when I said I wanted it on the beach on Ocracoke Island. But not in the summer because of bugs and heat, but in the winter so we get that beautiful off-season fresh air,â Deanne mused.
âDee, itâs gonna be gorgeous. I cannot wait to see you in your stunning dress walking down that aisle. Just know that since I am your oldest friend, you pretty much owe me the bouquet,â you laughed, only half-joking.
âAs far as Iâm concerned, itâs already yours,â she bantered, clearing her throat before speaking again, âSo, I also called because I wanted to vent a little, if thatâs okay?â
âItâs always okay. You doing alright?â you asked, now worried that your friend was in trouble.
âYeah, no, Iâm fine. I have an update on Nick and Tori, though,â she paused, allowing your mind to wander.
The mention of your first crushâs name sent a shiver down your back. Many a moment had been wasted thinking about his pretty smile and grayish-blue eyes. Youâd liked Nick before you knew you even liked boys. He was the heartthrob that trumped every teen dream of every other girl in Americaâs heart. In your mind, he was the closest to perfect you could imagine.Â
You responded, âOh?â
âSo, their divorce is finalized. My big brother is officially a divorcĂ©. I would have thought that a man who was with someone for so long might be partying it up right now. But he says heâs focusing on work and, I donât know. I just want him to be happy. And like, heâs getting divorced as Iâm getting married and it feels so weird. It doesnât seem fair,â she lamented.
âDee, come on. You know Nicky wouldnât want you to think like that. He loves you. Youâre his favorite sibling,â you jested, trying to lighten the mood.
âHa ha. Iâm his only sibling. I better be his favorite,â Dee chuckled, happy to be distracted, âSo that brings me to you, Miss Missy. Last I heard, you were dating some engineer guy? Do I get to meet him soon?â
You inwardly cringed, hopes dashed of being able to avoid the topic of your relationship status. Things with Curtis kind of fizzled out when you found his tongue down an internâs throat. You had been bringing him dinner since heâd complained about the late nights at the office.
Turns out he was hungry for more than your baked ziti.Â
You explained all this to Dee, remembering the look on Curtisâ face when you poured the prepared food into his lap. He was so shook, it was beautiful.
âI didnât want to waste all that food but he looked wonderful with my pasta all over his shirt and pants. He honestly deserved it. It was his favorite shirt too. I hope those stains never come out,â you huffed, feeling like you were right back in that office again.
âI have never been so proud of you. I wish I could put hot sauce in his underwear for hurting my girl. Iâm sure if I just had a few minutes, I could come up with something more diabolical than that. But itâs what I have at a momentâs notice,â she retorted.
One thing you could always count on Dee for? Getting angry for you and using her beautiful and educated mind to come up with some way to make the person who slighted you pay for their misdeeds. It was both adorable and super embarrassing to have her tiny frame looking up into some bullyâs face pointing her finger at them.
âWell, I appreciate your offer, but he is so not worth the energy. You have much better things to think about, like your wedding day. This is your cue to stop worrying about me, Dee,â you advised, a stern tone coloring your words.
âFine, I will stop worrying about you out loud. You got it, girl. Anyway, I wonât hold you. Talk soon, ok? I miss you,â she said, and you could envision her getting bleary-eyed.
âI miss you too, Dee. Weâll get together soon, I promise,â you sighed, feeling guilty for letting your friendship dwindle over the years.
âIâll hold you to it. Bye, babe,â she hummed.
âBye.â You hang up the phone and close your eyes. Visions of what Dee will look like in her wedding dress cloud your thoughts. Little snippets of grayish-blue eyes and dark brown hair seep in and you can almost hear his laugh again. You open your eyes, blinking away the mental images that brought you joy for a moment.
âThis is fine,â you thought to yourself. Yeah, totally. Youâre only going to see your best friend from childhood get married, effectively ending your childhood with a pretty bow on top. You also were only going to be with the biggest crush you ever had for like, an entire week.Â
And heâs single.Â
And probably needy.Â
And...you had better get your jaw up off the floor if you were going to get anything done.
Three months is enough time to get your brain, your body, and your emotions in check before you make a fool out of yourself in front of your second family.
Right?
January 20th, 2024 â Day One
Standing on the deck of the Hatteras Ferry, you watch as Ocracoke Island comes into view. The sun is at its highest and you are thankful for your sunglasses shielding the the bright sunlight bouncing off the crystal clear waters. You can taste the salty air and you are instantly transported to memories of running around the decks of this ferry with Deanne and Nick while your mothers tried in vain to wrangle you all.
The island comes into view and you search the docks for a familiar face. Dee promised to meet you at the docks, but when you approach them she is nowhere to be found. You pull your luggage behind you as your shoulder bag decides to slide off.
Before it can hit the ground, itâs caught by the strap by a strong hand at the same time you reach out to grab it. You thank the kind stranger as you both stand to your full height and you are face-to-face with a grown-ass Nicholas Fowler. He says something and you donât hear hide nor hair of what the hell he just said, you look at him and break into a smile and he chuckles and speaks again.
âI hope you donât mind Dee got me to pick you up. She had some wedding stuff to do. I wasnât listening,â he explains, adjusting his sunglasses and putting your bag on his shoulder. He gestures over to his black Lamborghini Urus.Â
Once you walk over, he puts your shoulder bag in the back seat. You step closer to him to hand him your rolling luggage. You are mesmerized as his strong forearms flex when he puts everything in the SUV.Â
You clear your throat and look around when he looks back at you, catching you watching him. He closes the back door and guides you to the passenger side, opening your door for you.
âOh, youâre a full-service driver today, huh?â you joke, stepping past him. Your platform espadrilles clacking on the asphalt. Adjusting your strapless sundress, you climb in.
âWhatever service you require, Gumdrop,â he replies with a smile, making sure you are comfortable before closing your door.
That fucking nickname⊠He would call you gumdrop instead of your name more often than not. Thatâs all, he didnât mean anything by it, right?
When you are both buckled in, you start the drive across the island. Comfortable conversation is easy between you two. Itâs like you fall back into a safe space with him. You talk about old vacations, funny moments, and what you both are up to these days. Neither of you mentions either of your failed relationships and you canât keep the smile off of your face.
âHey, we still have an hour until check-in. You wanna grab a bite or go to the beach or something?â he suggests.
âAre you sure theyâre not waiting for us?â you counter, wondering if itâs a good idea to have a little moment with Nick all to yourself.
âIâd rather ask for forgiveness than permission. No pressure, just a suggestion,â he presses, taking a second to look over at you and smile that smile that has had you in a chokehold most of your life.
After thinking about it for all of five seconds, you agree to have lunch at Plum Pointe Kitchen. You enjoy a generous helping of Drunken Chicken nachos while Nick gets the VooDoo Shrimp POâBoy. You share half of your meal, and Nick refuses to let you pay for anything.
Making your way to the Ocracoke Harbor Inn after lunch, you finally meet up with everyone. Dee is in mid-conversation with someone when she sees you and Nick pull up into the parking lot. She walks over to you and pulls you into a very tight embrace. Itâs like everything was chaos before you got here.
âOh my goodness, I am so glad you are here. How was the trip? Did you eat? Did Nick bore you? Iâm sorry that I couldnât come and meet you, but we had a little mishap with the reservation for the hotel and then I thought I left my wedding dress at home, and then weââ
You cut off Dee before she can work herself into a frenzy again, âDee! Breathe. Youâre gonna be fine, I promise. And is that Matthew? Introduce me already, would you?â you encourage, trying to get your friendâs mind off of the previous debacle and onto the man walking over.
Dee introduces you to Matthew and he charms you with the way he dotes on Dee. He seems like the type to be able to handle her rambling and intense emotions. How he looks at her while she speaks makes you miss having someone look at you like that.
âWell, itâs just about 3 oâclock now. Letâs get checked in and settled, then we can get together later?â Matthew chimes in.
âSounds good,â Nick agrees, turning to you, âGo ahead and leave your stuff in my car. Iâll take you to your cottage after we are all checked in.â You nod, trying to hide your excitement.Â
Once you are done with the receptionist, you get your key and the wifi password to your cottage. While waiting for everyone else to get done, you fiddle on your phone until Nickâs shadow looms over you. Looking up, you are greeted with his eyes no longer shielded by his sunglasses in the dim lobby.
âYou ready, Gumdrop? We still have some time before Mom and Dad show up. And I think I remember Dee saying she would call when she was ready to go out,â he concludes, putting his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels.
If you didnât know any better, youâd think he was nervous about something. But you donât push.
âAll set,â you say, smiling up at him feeling bold enough to wrap your arm around his while you walk out of the lobby.
Dee shouts after you to behave yourselves and tense up a bit while Nick chuckles, seemingly amused by his sisterâs thinly veiled comment on two single adults being close. Damn them.
Nick opens the passenger side door for you again, closing it once you are safely inside. He drives to the Margaritaville Cottage where he will stay with his parents during the trip. He instructs you to stay in the car while he just drops his bags off and is back outside in a few minutes.
The next stop is your cottage, called the Treasure Chest. You snicker at the name, thinking it sounded more like a pirate-themed strip joint. When Nick asks what youâre laughing about, you tell him your thoughts on the name of where you are staying. The slow smile that spreads on his face makes you involuntarily clench your thighs, wondering what his days-old stubble would feel like between your legs.
He tilts his head just slightly at you, then turns back to the road, smile still intact. Luckily the drive is short as the cottages are fairly close to one another. Nick parks in the driveway and you both get out and stretch your legs. He comes around and grabs your shoulder bag and luggage, motioning for you to lead the way.
Walking up the steps to the door, you unlock it and are welcomed by the scent of fresh linen. The central air of the cottage is just this side of perfect and you drop your purse on the dining room table. Turning around, you see Nick walking into a room off of the living room.
âHoly shit, you got a King-sized bed,â he shouts from the bedroom.
Walking in, you sit at the foot of the bed next to Nick and start to untie your shoes. He follows suit and turns to you biting his lip, a question at the tip of his tongue.
Facing him, you ask, âWhat? Do I have something on my face?âÂ
âNo. I, uh...Iâm surprised you havenât asked yet,â he notes. At your confusion, he holds up his left ring finger. A band of untanned skin around the base clues you in that heâs talking about his divorce.
âNicky, I would never make you talk about it. It canât be easy in that situation. I mean, I only broke up with Curtis a few months ago and we were only together for six months. I couldnât imagine how a divorce feels after how long you and Tori were together,â you insist, placing a hand on his knee.
He covers your hand with his and nods. âMom and Dad are pretty good about it. They donât ask me how Iâm doing with that sad look in their eyes anymore. But Dee? Jesus, when I told her about the incident, she was out for blood. I had to end up calming her down. All because someone broke her big broâs heart. Love her, but she can get a little carried away,â he finishes.
âThis is not to make you feel like you need to share, but you mentioned âthe incidentâ and now Iâm curious. Feel free to tell me to shut the fuck up. But I caught Curtis with his tongue down another womanâs throat. I donât know for sure how long it had been going on or if they had done anything else together, but I knew at that moment that I was done. I am worth more than that. And so are you, Nicky,â you encourage, feeling a bit of weight lift off your shoulders after finally talking about your breakup.
âMy situation was similar. Tori had been cheating on me for the last two years of our marriage with her boss. I had a feeling something was up, just didnât want to believe it was something like this,â he reveals, continuing, âBut I am moving on, so to speak. Iâm not holding out anymore for her to come crawling back to me with a sad story and all that. Even though I hope that she falls in a sinkhole.â
You both laugh and continue talking, taking your minds off of your breakups. You reminisce about all of the times youâve stayed on the island during vacations. You giggle over dumb stories of you all as teens in high school, hiding weed from your parents and drinking on the beach til it was time to sneak back into the hotel.
You get an idea and you tell Nick to give you a minute before you go back into the living room to retrieve your purse. Coming back into the bedroom, you pull out a vape pen and wiggle it in front of Nickâs face, a devilish smirk on your lips.
âWeâll just take one hit each and we will be fine. Just a bit more mellow,â you offer, pulling him to the balcony off of the living room. You each occupy a wicker chair and you hand over the device.
âGumdrop, you little devil,â he takes the pen from you and inhales, closing his eyes and holding the smoke in his lungs before letting it out. The smoke dissipates quickly and you can see the weight lift off of his shoulders. Handing it back to you, he exhales loudly and leans back in his chair.
Putting the tip in your mouth, you hit the button and inhale. Warm vapor fills you and you release the button, holding in the smoke for a beat and then letting it out toward the sky. You put the pen down on the table between you and fold your legs under you, letting your dress cascade down.
Sitting in companionable silence with Nick feels great. Neither of you feels the need to talk while you listen to the sounds of nature around you. People walking around the cottages, cars driving by, and the distant waves from Pamlico Sound make you wish you had gone to the beach earlier.
âFuck, that was only one hit and I feel like my bones are made of jelly,â you remark, swaying to a song that isnât playing with your eyes closed.
Nick looks over to you and smiles, âMust be jelly âcause jam donât shake like that.â
You open your eyes and turn to him, your mouth twitches before you break out into uncontrollable laughter. Nick soon follows and you both are taken over by the giggles. You settle down soon enough, still feeling the buzzing calmness of being high.
âThe world needs more people like you,â you beam.
âNah, I like being unique,â he replies, his phone chiming. Picking up a video call from Dee, âHey Sis.â
âHey, me and Matt were gonna go for dinner and drinks, you in?â she asks.
âYeah, that sounds...good,â Nick answers for himself while looking at you to get your answer.
âOk, well get ready and meet us at Oyster Company. And tell my best friend that she is coming, no ifs, ands, or buts. See you both soon!â With that, she ends the call.
âSo...our decision has been made for us. Do you need to change or anything?â Nick wonders, gesturing to your traveling attire.
âIf I take this dress off, I am not going out. Besides, I like this dress. I think I look positively adorable. But I will change my shoes to something more comfortable,â you finish before Nick can comment on how he also likes your dress. You pick up the vape pen, make your way back to your luggage, and pull out some flat sandals.
Once you are ready, you make your way back outside and are surprised to see Dee and Matt parked on the street outside of your cottage. âWe decided to pick you up. Matt is DD tonight, so we can all get a little loosey-goosey. Plus, I can always tell when Nick is high, so get in losers!â
Nick snorts, and you are mortified to be found out, but you quickly get over it once you are in the backseat of Mattâs Audi Q4. The short ride to the restaurant was spent with Nickâs left leg brushing against your right leg. He was either manspreading or he wanted to touch you and wanted to keep it under the radar.
Either way, you were excited to feel his warmth next to you.
When you make it to the restaurant, you sit at a high table and it almost feels like a double date. Especially when your waitress congratulates Dee and Matt on their wedding while remarking that you and Nick make a cute couple as well. Your face warms up and you suddenly feel like every eye is on you.Â
Nick comes to your rescue, answering the waitress with a smile, âMy girlâs a bit shy, is all. Can we get a pitcher of beer for the table to start? And also two shots of Crown Royal Vanilla for me and the little lady. Thanks.â
If it was possible, you would have melted through the floor and evaporated, but instead, you just hide behind the menu until Nick pokes his head in.
âThat wasnât to embarrass you, I swear. But I got nervous that she was gonna try and flirt with me, so I dragged you under the proverbial bus with me,â he admits, his lopsided smile only making you want him more.
âFine. Youâll just have to make it up to me,â you warn, a devious grin appearing on your face.Â
You put down your menu just as the waitress comes back with the drinks. Taking both shots, you hand one to Nick. Staring in each otherâs eyes, you clink your shot glasses and then tap them on the table before taking the shot. The sweet burn of the liquor warms you from within while Nickâs eyes on you melt whatever nerves you had previously.
A cleared throat breaks your trance, your focus changing from Nick to Dee.
âI talked to Mom and Dad and they wonât get here âtil Friday afternoon with the rest of the guests. Dad said he had a few things to take care of and not to worry. Of course, I worry tenfold because he told me not to,â Dee interjects, busying herself with pouring beer into her frosted glass.
âBaby, theyâll be here as soon as they can. Donât you worry your pretty little head about anything,â Matt insists, moving a strand of hair away from Deeâs face before kissing her.
âPromise to keep me occupied?â she requests, a sinful smile on her face.
âI do,â he jokes, clearly proud of himself for making his fiancĂ©e blush.
âFirst of all, how dare you? Secondly, that was almost too cute so watch yourself,â she laughs.
You roll your eyes at the happy couple and smile, going back to looking over the menu. The waitress comes back to the table and takes your orders. Over the meal, you get to know Matt a bit more and you can see how Dee fell in love with him. Heâs intelligent, funny, and charismatic. The way he talks about and to her makes you so happy to know your friend found love.
When they turn to talk to each other, you and Nick spark up a conversation about work. He tells you what he can about working for the government, keeping the specific details to himself. You regale him with stories of your time as a freelance writer. Youâve written for dozens of publications, but you just want to get your original works out there for people to enjoy.Â
After mentioning a few pieces you wrote for GQ, Nick expressed interest in reading your articles. You try and downplay your skills, but he presses you for the links. Taking out your phone, you realize that you donât have his number.Â
While you exchange digits with Nick, you are too busy to notice Dee casting a sidelong glance and smiling to herself. You ramble on as you send him link after link of some of your favorites. With your face in your phone, you donât notice the way Nick looks at you with a mix of pride and hunger.
âWell, I am ready to call it a night,â Dee yawns, getting everyoneâs attention, âBut I could use a nightcap. Whoâs up for a trip to the ABC Store? We can make it before they close.â
Everyone agrees and after the check is paid, you all pile into Mattâs SUV for the quick drive to the liquor store. You browse the aisles for a bit by yourself. Filling up your basket with a bottle of wine, some whiskey, and a six-pack of hard seltzers, you surmise that this will sustain you for the week ahead and go in search of the others.
You find Nick in front of the beer cooler, hard at work trying to decide between a 12-pack of Sam Adamsâ Cold Snap and Harpoonâs Long Thaw. You suggest he get both and he agrees.
Meeting Dee and Matt up at the front of the store, you stand next to Nick in line and he laughs at the contents of your shopping basket. He puts his beer up for the cashier to scan and has you do the same, paying for your items.Â
A little piece of you feels taken care of and you thank him while continuing to tell him he doesnât have to. He just shushes you and says you can make it up to him later. Before your mind can think about what that might entail, the sale is rung and bagged. Nick picks up the beer and you grab the bag of your things.
Nick asks Matt to just drop him off at your cottage since he left his car there. His cottage is literally next door, but youâre not exactly gonna deny yourself the company. Dee and Matt drive away and you turn back to Nick. You both laugh nervously and you surprise yourself by speaking up.
âSo, um. I was gonna have a weed and whiskey moment to myself, but Iâd be willing to share if youâre interested,â you hint, watching as he weighs his options.Â
âLead the way, Gumdrop,â he replies.
He follows you in, closing the door behind him. He puts his beer into the fridge along with your hard seltzer. You put the wine on the counter and take out the whiskey while Nick finds two short glasses in the cabinet. Pouring a generous amount in each one, he offers you a drink and you take a sip of the amber liquid.Â
Letting the whiskey sit in your mouth, you savor the hints of vanilla and spice. You reach in your purse for your vape pen and take a hit of it before offering it to Nick. Taking a long pull off of the pen, he exhales and you watch as his shoulders relax. You both take another sip of whiskey and revel in the dual flavors of the weed and whiskey.
You take your glass and the bottle, moving onto the patio off of the living room, and sit down in one of the wicker chairs while Nick takes the other. The conversation comes easily enough. Mostly high thoughts and random memories come to mind. After a while, you put on some music and when 6 Underground by Sneaker Pimps comes on, you canât help but dance in your chair.
Nick stares while you close your eyes and move your hands to the trip-hop classic. You spend the entire song moving to the downtempo beat and enjoying your crossfade. The trance you were under slowly dissipates as the song ends and Pendulum by FKA Twigs starts.
When you open your eyes, Nick is pulling you to stand up. Youâre lost as to what he is doing until his hands go to yours, pulling them to rest around his neck while he holds your hips. As the song continues, you follow his slow lead and sway to the intimate and mesmerizing indie hit.
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You're younger than I am broken
I dance feelings like they're spoken
So my conversation's not enough
So lonely trying to be yours
Running through sliding doors
So lonely trying to be yours
When you're looking for so much more
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By the time the song ends, the heat between you is unmistakable. Your hand tangles in his hair when he pulls you impossibly closer. Mere centimeters separate your lips. All you would need is to lean just one step closer and youâd finally get to taste his kiss.
Nick beats you to it and his hands pull your face to his, crashing your lips together. You canât hold back the moan that escapes your lips and he swallows it adding in his own grunts and groans. Kiss after kiss, you radiate carnality and passion.Â
Breaking the kiss, you watch as he licks his puffy bottom lip. You take in a breath of air and prepare to dive back in but Nick voices his thoughts.
âYou are gonna be the death of me, Gumdrop,â he sighs, and at your brows furrowing he continues, âYouâve only been back in my life for a day and Iâm already thinking of ways to keep you in it. Donât hate me, but I think we should chill out, just for tonight. I swear, if you still want this by tomorrow night, I am all yours. But you better be all mine. Please, tell me you can wait for me?â
âTomorrow night and youâre all mine?â you plead, and he nods.
âLess than 24 hours, baby. Show me that these feelings arenât just from the substances in our system,â he insists, and you wanna fuck him even more now after he says that.
You nod and he speaks up, âNeed to hear your words, baby, like a big girl.â
âFuck...yes, I can wait. I can wait for you, Nicky,â you whimper and he rests his forehead against yours.Â
âThatâs my good girl,â he praises, lifting his head from yours, âNow, why donât we call it a night before I go back on my word? You look so good in this dress and I really wanna be good.â
Agreeing with him, you clean up your empty glasses and move the bottle to the counter next to the wine. Nick pulls you into him one last time, snaking a hand down to your ass and grabbing a hefty portion of it before a hardy slap lands on your left cheek. He only snickers at your yelp and nibbles on your bottom lip.Â
âKeep that same energy for me because tomorrow Iâm not holding back,â he vows, and if you werenât leaning into him, your legs wouldâve surely buckled. If he notices the tremble go through your body, he makes no mention of it and for that you are grateful.
âGoodnight, Nicky,â you hum.
âSleep tight, Gumdrop. And do me a favor?â he challenges, at your nod he continues, âSave it for me. Iâm gonna take care of you tomorrow, so no need to touch that kitty tonight, right?â
You let out the breath you didnât know you were holding, âRight.â
He leaves and once the door is closed, you lean back against it, your hand going to your neck where your pulse is playing a sick beat against your skin.
Less than 24 hours, you think. You got this.
That night, you dream of grayish-blue eyes and large hands roaming your body.
January 21st, 2024 â Day TwoÂ
You wake just before 10:30 am and are greeted with a good morning text from Nick. He lets you know that he is taking you out, just the two of you. Since Dee and Matt are enjoying a coupleâs spa package, he figures it would only be right to hit some of your favorite places on the island.
You are dressed and out the door by noon. Nick takes you to pick up lunch at Taqueria 504 Suazoâs and you drive out to rent a Jeep Gladiator at for a few hours to drive on the beach. One of the best things about this island is that everything is so close. After 5 minutes, you are at your destination.Â
Nick drives out a ways past the other people enjoying the off-season and stops about a minute after the last two fishermen you see. Guess he wanted a secluded spot, you think to yourself. While you get the food, Nick grabs the beach chairs and umbrella that he rented. The ocean breeze is agreeable enough, but you are glad that you brought a thin sweater to keep the chill off.
Once you sit down, you hand over Nickâs food and he digs into his burrito while you munch on your fish tacos. When your meal is finished, Nick puts your leftovers in the Gladiator and lets down the truck bed. He beckons you over and helps you sit on the edge and he climbs up and sits next to you while you both look at the water.
âYa know, the last time we came out here I was just finishing my third year at Virginia Tech. You and Dee were seniors. I remember hoping upon hope that you would apply to VT and I remember you telling me you were accepting a scholarship from Princeton. I just sucked it up and congratulated you. Even though I was hoping you would understand why I wanted you close, I was so proud of you for venturing off on your own. You were always one to go after what you wanted. I just couldnât stop wanting to be what you wanted,â he confesses, looking off into the water.
âI wanted you, Nicky. Trust me, I did. But I was so afraid that I had a dumb little crush on someone who would never see me as someone other than his little sisterâs best friend. The last time I saw you, I thought it was right to push away the idea of you ever having feelings for me. I also may have been afraid of what Dee would say. Sheâs kind of protective over both of us, ya know?â you finish.
âThat girl can be a vicious little thing when she wants to,â he chuckles, shaking his head, âBut donât you think itâs kind of a sign that she had me pick you up from the ferry? And how suddenly today, we have a free schedule to do whatever we want together? I know my sister, and sheâs done this before. She matched me up with my high school girlfriend, Beth.â
âUgh, Beth with the braces and bangs. I used to call her Triple B behind your back. I hated her so much,â you mutter, trying to push the image of them kissing out of your mind.
âYeah, well. I knew you hated her, but me being an idiot teenager didnât exactly know that meant you liked me. I just thought you didnât like her because she was kind of a bitch. She was plenty nice to me, but she could be...a little scary, at times,â he laughs, surprising himself.
âSo...you think Dee would be ok with...this?â you say, gesturing between the two of you.
âI just think there is no way she would let us be alone together if she wasnât halfway hoping it would work out,â he guesses, âPlus, honestly? Weâre adults. Weâre allowed to go after what makes us happy.â
A slow smile spreads across your face and you pull Nick in for a kiss. You donât want to jinx it but he makes you happy too. The way he looks at you like you hung the moon, the way he listens to you and asks questions and the way he kisses you?Â
It just has to be real.
Packing up your beach equipment, you head back to drop off everything. Getting back into his SUV, you head around the island and view some of the sights. You go shopping and pick up some new knick knacks to take home. Visiting the lighthouse, you take some photos and make sure to bring Dee and Matt here before you leave the island.
Since most of the islandâs restaurants are closed on Sundays, you venture to Ocracoke Variety Store and opt for cooking dinner together. After you have all the ingredients you need for a simple fish fry, you head back to your cottage and you and Nick get your hands dirty.
You have him cutting up potatoes for steak fries while you are preparing the batter for the fish. When dinner is ready, you sit at the dining room table with soft music playing in the background. While Nick wanted to take you out for your first date, he could appreciate the quiet setting with just the two of you enjoying each otherâs company.
Finishing your meal, Nick takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. You smile and warmth radiates in your cheeks. You hate to admit it, but you wish you had a little liquid courage right now. But the nerves you feel only cement that this is happening.
He pulls you up from your seat, the hunger in his eyes evident from his blown-wide pupils. Leading you into the bedroom, he stops just short of the end of the bed. Standing behind you as you face the bed, he runs his hands down your bare arms and whispers in your ear.
âI cannot wait to take you apart, Gumdrop. But,â he starts, turning you around to face him, âFirst, I just want to take my time and worship this beautiful body I know youâre hiding from me.â
If he wasnât holding you up, you would have melted into the carpet. But heâs there with firm hands and a gentle grip. Helping you out of your dress, he lays it on the chair in the corner. Coming back, he admires the white lace bra and panty set that accentuates your body shape.
His lips come back to yours, tasting your desire and wantonness with every kiss. Wrapping an arm around you, he guides you to lay back on the bed while maintaining the liplock. He kisses down your neck and across your collarbone while his hand unclasps your bra and removes it from your body.
Laying a kiss between your breasts draws a quick inhale from you. You can tell heâs proud of himself when he looks up at you while he licks one pert nipple, the other between his thumb and forefinger. He sucks on it as if he could siphon gold from your tits. Switching to the other, he gives it the same attention.Â
The noises that come from him as he plays with your breasts are enough to make you shiver. He whimpers when you moan and throw your head back. He groans when he kisses down your belly, stopping to look up at you before he plants a quick kiss upon your covered mound.
He pulls down your panties at such an agonizing speed. Nick has to squeeze his dick through his pants when a string of your wetness stretches from your pussy to your underwear. Spreading your legs apart, he feasts on the view of your lips opening like a flower before him.
He wanted to go slow, he really did. But once he flattens his tongue and licks up from your entrance to your swollen nub, he is mesmerized by the taste of you. He goes back and forth between sucking on your button and lapping up whatever nectar drips from you. You can feel yourself inching toward the finish line, and he is right there to talk you through it.
âFuck...you taste like Heaven...thatâs right, baby...let go and cum for me like a good girl,â he commands between licks and kisses.
Youâre nothing if not a good listener and seconds later, your walls are clamping around his fingers. Youâve never cum like this before and it washes over you like a warm waterfall. He removes his fingers from your wet opening and sucks them clean before moving up the bed to kiss you.
Tasting yourself on his tongue, you are beyond turned on. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he sits up to pull it off. Running your hands over his chest, you pull at the button of his pants.
âUse your words,â he urges, his hands stopping yours from moving further.
âNeed to feel you, Nick. Please fuck me,â you beg, all thoughts gone from your head.
âThereâs my good girl,â he replies, standing up from the bed to undress fully. Climbing back on the bed, he kneels between your legs. He strokes himself slowly, eight inches of uncut cock staring you in the face. He squeezes the base and you can tell he is just as excited as you are.
You crook a finger at him and once again, he is on top of you. With nothing between you, youâre impossibly close and you only want to get closer. Your hand soon finds his erection and he hisses at the contact, groaning when you stroke him.
He leans on one forearm while his other hand guides his tip between your lips, gathering some of your slick before entering you. You both groan loudly once he is fully settled inside you.Â
âYou good, baby?â he asks, anxious to start moving his hips.
âGod, yes. Fuck me, Nicky,â you plead, feeling so full when you arch your back.
Foregoing words, Nick retracts his hips and thrusts into you. The wet squelch as he fucks you is music to your ears, just like the way he tells you how beautiful you are in between kisses. He uses your breasts as handholds while he pummels your snatch.
The way he looks into your eyes while he plunges inside you excites you so much that you donât even notice when a tear escapes your eye. He kisses it away, trailing his lips to your neck where he sucks at your pulse point. At this point, you couldn't care less about a hickey. You just want to be his.
Your next orgasm surprises you and you squeeze his cock from the inside, coating him in your cream.Â
âGood girl, coming all over my fucking dick. Feels so fucking good when you tighten around me like that. You are taking me so well, Gumdrop. Yes. You. Are,â he grunts, punctuating the last three words with deep thrusts inside you.
Flipping you over so you are on top, Nick grabs your hips and you start to ride him. You bounce on his cock like itâs the last time you get to fuck. By the mewls coming from him, you are doing it just right.
You feel another climax on its way, slowly building up in your core. Nick swats your hand away when you go to rub your clit. He licks his thumb and massages your neglected pearl until you are unable to hold it in any longer. The dual stimulation is too much and you gush, soaking Nickâs abdomen and your thighs.
âOh fuck, baby. Such a good fucking girl for me. You must want my cum inside you with the way youâre...riding my dick. Shit, baby, Iâm gonna blow. Where do you want it, baby?â he asks, you reply by doubling down on your hip motions.
âRight there, Nicky. Cum inside me, please,â you implore breathlessly.
âYes, baby. Gonna cum for you, gonna fill you up so good. Ugh, fuck, here it comes,â he whimpers, his hold on your hips so tight to keep you close to him.Â
You feel every twitch of his cock, his muscles pulling taut across his arms and chest as he floods your canal. Your name on his lips as he comes down is a badge of honor. Yes, you did that shit.
He pulls you down to kiss him, shallow thrusts keeping him semi-hard before he pulls out. He lays you down next to him, cuddling you close and kissing your forehead. You start to fall asleep but you can feel Nick moving off the bed. Your hand shoots out to grab for him, but he shushes you.
He goes into the bathroom and you hear the faucet running before he comes out with a wet washcloth. Wiping down your sensitive folds, he takes care of you so well. Putting the washcloth back in the bathroom, he comes back and helps you get under the covers and he snuggles in with you.
With your arms and legs entangled in one another, you drift off peacefully.
January 22nd â January 26th 2024Â
The days before the wedding are spent enjoying the island with Nick, Dee, and Matt before the other guests arrive. More than once, Dee has cornered both you and Nick, asking embarrassing questions. You both say nothing, feigning ignorance even though Nick has moved into your cottage over the week, abandoning the cottage that he was supposed to share with his parents.
That being said, once his parents do finally make it to the island, he doesnât even try and act like he isnât staying with you. The smile on his fatherâs face says it all, he approves. His mother is far too preoccupied with getting everyone together for the wedding rehearsal to notice anything.Â
That is until she catches you and Nick making heart eyes at each other as you stand in for the Bride and Groom in rehearsal. Yes, it was a bit too soon to be playing Wedding Day with a man whose divorce is less than 100 days old.
But when you know, you know.
At dinner, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and you donât notice Nick following after you. Before you can enter the ladiesâ room, a hand on your arm pulls you into the nearby gender-neutral bathroom.
You turn around and are met with hungry eyes before he descends upon you. Turning you around to face the mirror, he puts your hands on the sink and sinks to his knees, his hands roaming under your dress and up your legs until he pulls down your panties. He pulls out his already hard dick and pumps himself a few times before sliding inside you.
âDonât fucking move, baby. Keep looking at yourself in the mirror, and your hands stay right where they are. You thought you could get away with teasing me in this tight fucking dress,â he breathes, âI want you to watch yourself while I fuck you til youâre dripping for me like the good girl I know you can be.â
When he places his hands on your hips, he begins a steady pace. He watches you in the mirror as your orgasm takes you over without warning. You squeeze him, your walls fluttering and coaxing him to follow you when you cover him in your juices.
But he surprises you when he pulls out and pulls your panties back up. When you turn around to ask why, he only kisses you and whispers in your ear, âIâll get mine later, donât you worry.â That only fills you with a little dread, your legs still wobbly as Nick tucks himself away and straightens his outfit. âCanât have them knowing I just got my dick wet, right baby? See you back out there.âÂ
He exits the bathroom and leaves you with slick running down your legs and your brain falling out of your ears. And heâs worried about you being the death of him?
You straighten yourself and use the bathroom for its intended purpose. Once back in the banquet hall, you pray to any god who will listen that you donât look like you just got some dick. You see Nick and Matt in a conversation like heâd been here the whole time. When Dee asks why you look flustered, you lie and say youâre just a bit tired.
Nick overhears you talking to Dee and interjects himself into the conversation, âWhy donât we go get some fresh air? Donât worry, Sis, Iâll take care of her.â Helping you out of your chair, you both say goodnight to those at dinner.
Nick takes you back to the cottage, pulling you behind him as he walks out onto the balcony. Crashing his lips to yours, his hands scrunch up the fabric of your dress until you feel the night air chill your skin.Â
âHands on the railing, baby,â he says, peeling your soaked panties from you.
Nickâs pushing inside you in the next breath and itâs like he belonged there all along. Holding onto your hips, he begins his onslaught. All you can do is hold yourself up and be happy that no one is walking down this road because fuck they would be able to see you getting absolutely railed without abandon.
Your grip on the railing is faltering as he slams into you and he takes pity on you. He uses the grip on your hips to pull you back so you sit on his lap while he sits in the wicker chair. He moves you up and down on his dick while saying the filthiest things to you.
Once your climax hits, his pace falters and he thrusts up into you. His tip hits your cervix as he pumps you full. He holds you against him and kisses up your neck as you lay back on his chest. For a few moments, all you both can do is breathe and caress each other.
His dick slips free of you and you feel his load dripping from your thoroughly used hole.Â
âCome with me back to Virginia,â he whispers, surprising both of you, âDonât say no just yet. Think about it. We donât leave for a couple of days. I have not been this happy in a very long while and I think I make you happy too. Just think about it, Gumdrop.â
A million things go through your head at the thought of giving up your life in New Jersey. This was a big step after only a week of playing house. Your brain comes up with so many what-ifs and reasons to not leap. But then one thought sticks, and you smile.
When you know, you know.
January 27th, 2024 â Wedding Day
You were never a big crier, but you shed many tears watching your childhood best friend marry the love of her life. It fills you with hope that everything does happen for a reason. While listening to their vows, you wonder if you could ever make that type of commitment. At that moment, Nick squeezes your hand and you smile up at him. Like he could read your mind, he seems to always know what to do to give you comfort.
Then again, he has known you most of his life. And when you think about it, it has always been him. A distant memory replays in your head of him simply putting a band-aid on your skinned knee when you were nine and he was twelve. Even then, he was there for you with a smile and a friendly hug.
The wedding reception is an all-out party but you expect nothing less from the Fowlers. The music, the food, and the atmosphere are perfect. Dee enjoys herself and is just happy to be married to Matt. And you are so happy for her, to see her without a care in the world.Â
Nick focuses on you the entire night, making sure you are comfortable and that you have everything you need. You sit in his lap, effectively confirming any rumors that may have spread about you two. His hand on your knee is warm and you want to sneak out of here and take him to the nearest closet. But he doesnât let you move an inch once he has you in his clutches.
The wedding photographer snaps a pic of you squealing when Nick plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek. The guests around you simultaneously swoon and groan, depending on their relationship status. Not that you care, you had your man. Thatâs all that matters.
After the wedding, you and Nick sneak off to a secluded area of the beach to look up at the stars. Taking off your shoes, you donât mind the sand between your toes. You spend most of the night on the beach, just enjoying each otherâs company under the moon.Â
You are lucky enough to see a few shooting stars, and you canât stop yourself from making a wish or two. Wondering if Nick made a wish, you open your mouth to ask him but close it just as quickly. You know his wish already and only you could make it come true.
Coming back to the cottage is bittersweet. The last night of your vacation is spent lying naked with Nick. No sex, just intimate cuddling. You loved how safe you felt in his arms, and you couldnât deny yourself this feeling.
January 28th, 2024
Youâre nervous all morning and Nick tries his best to keep your mind off leaving the island. But all you want to do is spend all day in bed with him.
Saying goodbye to Dee that day is full of teary-eyed hand-holding, and you wouldnât have it any other way. You hug her mother and father and thank them for inviting you.Â
Nick drives you to the ferry, thinking for all the world that this is the last time he will see you. But like you continue to do, you surprise him when heâs helping you with your bags.
âSo, I have some things to clear up in Jersey, but I was thinking Valentineâs Day is just a couple of weeks away. You can come to my place and we can spend some time together. I may not be ready to move 7 hours away just yet. But I know that I am not ready to be without you. I want you to know that I want this, whatever this is,â you admit, gesturing between the two of you.
âI can be amenable to that. On one condition,â he offers, taking your hands in his.
âAnd what is that one condition, Nicky?â you press, wondering what else he could want or if your terms werenât enough.
âWhen we are with each other again, I get to call you my girl. Thatâs it. Be mine, and all that?â he laughs, watching as the frown lines on your forehead disappear and a smile grows on your face.
âYou had me for a second, Nicky. But, why wait? Iâm all yours already. Plus, Iâve already planted my flag in your back pocket,â you tease, snaking your hand around to goose him.
âSo that would make me your man, then? And youâre my girl. Makes me wanna ask what made you decide to try this with me?â he hesitates, half wanting an answer and the other half just happy that you said yes.
âHey, like I always say,â you start, wrapping your arms around his neck, âWhen you know, you know.â
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A/N: All of the places in this story are real, this is not an advertisement for Ocracoke Island, NC btw. I just loved vacationing here so much, that I wanted to use it in a story lol.
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I'm so glad to find a black woman writing for Lloyd đthank you for your service ma'am!!
How would you think Lloyd would react to his lady matching his outfits? Like, maybe he doesn't know she's matching until they see each other later in the day, but when he does, he's all....ohh yeeeah
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I am so glad to be able to get out these little stories and headcanons (and trust me, I love making headcanons, so send me prompts pls)
~thank you for the ask nonnie!!! headcanon under the cut~
warnings: daddy kink, domestic!lloyd sorta, a mini dive into lloyd's closet, written with black curvy woman in mind
there are many words you can use to describe lloyd hansen
sociopathic
methodical
drop-dead gorgeous
but of all the things you enjoy about your man, your favorite has to be his wardrobe
i mean, the man has enough outfits to open a boutique
and his closet is color coordinated, of course
and you have to give it to him, he can dress well, perfectly polished and everything fits him like a glove
that tight little ass of his is always on display in those tight pastel or khaki pants he wears
the first time you decide to wear something to match him is when he puts on that yellow, grey, and white striped polo that you hated on the hanger but that looks so good on him that you wanted to sink to your knees and greyish tan straight-leg chinos
and he looked so fucking good when he left the house this morning and you were salivating like the thirsty hussy you are
you get dressed in a yellow ribbed cotton button-down spaghetti strap dress and it fits over your curves like a second skin
you go about your business of running errands and by the time you come home, lloyd is on the couch again enjoying a lowball of D'USSĂ XO with his feet up on the table in those god awful mocassins that you wish he would get rid of for a sexier shoe but whatever
you drop your new bags of clothing and come over to straddle Daddy's lap, adjusting your dress so that the opening of buttons is right at your apex
he lets his hands roam over you until they settle at your hips
"don't you look pretty today, sunshine...love this color against your skin"
"thank you daddy"
the second time you are matching him gets his attention
he is wearing this slutty little mock turtleneck and some beige slacks and he looks delectable, the top is so tight across his pecs that you wanna put your face in between his tits and
he calls and wants you to meet him for lunch and you have the perfect outfit to match him
a black bodycon dress with an opening in the back that is only held together with a flimsy little string with a small string of pearls around your neck
walking up to the restaurant after being helped out of the car by your driver, you see daddy looking over the menu with his brows furrowed, searching for what he craves until his head pops up at the sound of your heels clacking
"hey daddy, how was work?" you say, kissing his lips before taking a seat across from him
"work was murder, as always, sunshine. but enough about work, look at you! lookin' good enough to eat, pretty girl"
"thank you daddy"
while you look over the menu, you can see lloyd in your peripheral vision looking past his menu at your relaxed posture
"they don't have what i want on the menu"
"what did you want daddy?" you close your menu, expecting him to suggest a different restaurant
"you"
the look in his eyes has you shook, hungry eyes with pupils blown stare back at you
i guess he likes the dress
the third time you dress like him, he gets the hint
especially when it is a little obvious when you watch him do his morning routine
showering, shaving, moisturizing, hair...and that his routine
he chooses a patterned navy and white polo and dark blue pants and you pull out a shiny blue dress that is about knee-length with frilly accents and off-the-shoulder sleeves
you dress while he does and he watches you with amusement as he puts on his watch
his eyes are on you while his hands are in his pockets, you are pulling on your heels and looking up at him
"what?"
"so how long have you been matching everything i wear, sunshine"
you just smile and finish up the buckle on your shoe
"i have no idea what you're talking about, daddy"
he just chuckles and kisses your neck and exits the bedroom
you follow him out and put your hand in his
he pulls your joined hands to his lips and lays a kiss on your ring finger where a large diamond sits sparkling in the light of the sun through the windows
you beam with pride, knowing you made the big mean scary lloyd hansen into a somewhat domestic daddy...
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Pretty As A Picture
Title: Pretty As A Picture
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader
Fandom: The Gray Man
Word Count: 2.2K
Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.
Warnings: Murder Daddy, gun, murder(not Reader), chase, knife play, kidnapping, pet names(gumdrop, princess), slight dacryphilia, Sir kink, blood, language, head injury, cutting clothing with a knife, DUBCON, unprotected rough p-in-v sex, pussy slapping, hyperspermia, slight aftercare, implied captivity
A/N: This is my late submission to @the-slumberpartyâs Naughty or Nice Challenge. Unbetaâd, we die like people who tried their best.
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You sit on the bench in the park, digital camera resting against your sternum as it dangles from the strap around your neck. The sky shines above you and illuminates the world around you as you look for something to capture. Itâs been so snowy and the parkâs surfaces are covered in white fluff. You had to wipe off the bench considerably to be able to sit down on the old wooden seating.
Your knee-length puffer coat is zipped and buttoned, but you still cross your arms to retain heat when the wind sweeps through, blowing snow in your face. Youâve taken about a handful of photos of empty swings and the slide that has become an ice luge. You hear voices nearby and turn toward the sound.
Two men are talking in the front seat of a town car parked on the edge of the park. Strange that they would pick here to have a casual conversation, but you canât blame them. You came here for the peace too.
Curiously, you raise your camera and point it at the men. You zoom in, trying to read their lips, snickering when you see the younger manâs mustache. That was a choice. You catch little snippets here and there. But you canât put all the pieces together. You are just about to lower your camera when movement surprises you.
You freeze when you see the man with the mustache on the passenger side bring out a pistol with a silencer on the end of it. He points it at the man in the driverâs seat and pulls the trigger. The mustachioed man then proceeds to wipe down the interior of the car and exits.
He turns to face the park, putting his hands in his pockets. He closes his eyes, tilting his head from side to side to relieve tension in his neck. When he notices you, you lower the camera slowly and wish upon wish that you can make it back to your apartment before he catches up to you.Â
You let your camera hang around your neck and rise from the bench. Turning on a dime, you race between the swingset and head for your building. You are barely past the seesaw when you feel the manâs body crash into yours. Air escapes your lungs as you hit the ground and your camera is whipped to the side of you. You are disoriented for a second before you are turned around and grabbed by the front of your coat.
âWell, what do we have here? A little spy, maybe?â The mustachioed man removes one hand from your coat to reach into his pocket and withdraws a butterfly knife, holding it to your neck, âWho do you work for?â
You squeak when the point of the knife meets your skin, the sharp poke keeping you from moving. âI donât know what youâre talking about. I was just taking photos of the park. I didnât see anything.â
He turns the knife slightly, the tip penetrating your neck. You feel the sting of the cut as a drop of blood slowly trails down the blade. He watches as you plead with your big doe eyes for him to let you go.
âTsk, tsk, tsk. Oh, gumdrop. Anybody who says âI didnât see anythingâ most definitely saw something. The question is: What do I do with Little Miss Photographer?â His tone could have been considered sweet, if not mocking.
âPlease, let me go. You can have the camera. Just please donât hurt me, Sir.â Unshed tears blur your eyes and you try to blink them away but they fall down your cheeks.
He bites his bottom lip, shaking his head slowly. âCalling me Sir and crying for me? I just may have an idea of how to...take care of you, princess.â
He pockets the knife, the pressure of it releasing from your neck. Standing you to your feet, he turns you to start walking to the left, away from the direction of your apartment. With one hand on your coat, he reaches down and grabs the camera as you walk, his long legs moving faster than your shorter ones.
Once you get to a car, he tries to put you in the front seat but you get the sudden urge to fight for your life. You let him open the door then you kick it closed, turning in his arms and scratching at his face. He jerks away when three nails make contact with his forehead and slide down to his temple.
âFucking bitch!â Blood wells to the surface and starts to trickle down his face. He grabs you by the skull, bringing you toward him before he smashes your head into the passenger door. It slows you down and your head pounds. Your legs are out from under you as he picks you up bridal style and takes you to the back of the car.Â
You are barely alert while he speaks to you. âIt didnât have to be like this, gumdrop. All you had to do was get in but no, you had to be a brat,â He sets your feet down on the ground so he can grab a key fob from his pocket. The trunk opens and you are lifted inside, the zipper on your long coat being pulled down to reveal your clothing underneath. âWell know this. I donât tame brats, ok? I correct them. Now, you get some sleep. Iâll wake you up when we get there.â He taps the end of your nose and winks down at you.
Your vision swims but you register him leering at you while licking his lips. Heâs kind enough to not close the trunk too hard. You hear his steps crunching in the snow as he walks around the car. A door opens and closes, the engine turns over. You lurch toward the back of the car when it starts to move away from the curb. The darkness of the space and the steadiness of his driving lull you to close your eyes, falling asleep soon after.
"...you there, Gumpdrop?âÂ
You hear a voice that feels distant. Slowly, you pick your head up and open your eyes to see the man with the mustache sitting in front of you on a bed. He has two flexi-strips holding together the scratches you gave his face. Your coat is off, you are left in your fuzzy green sweater and black skirt. You try and move but you only wince when you look up to see your hands cuffed to the framework of the headboard. Your thigh-high sock-clad feet are left free and his hand idly moves up and down your shin.
When you try to move your leg away, he holds it back and squeezes your ankle as a warning. You donât want any more head trauma so you resign yourself to doing whatever he wants.
âI am so glad youâre awake. You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands to myself. Well, I did take these,â he reaches into a pocket and pulls out the familiar white panties, and waves them in your face, âOh donât worry, I didnât play with that pretty little pussy. Wanted you awake for that.â He winks at you and stands.Â
You watch as he walks away, listening to his footsteps going and then coming back. In his hands is your camera, safe and sound. He brings it up to his face, the lens moving forward and back before you hear the snap of the shutter.
âGod, you are too damn sweet, gumdrop,â he coos, kneeling on the bed between your legs. He lifts your skirt and snaps a few photos of bare pussy. He hums, letting the camera dangle from the strap around his neck. The butterfly knife is back out, you shudder and he puts a hand up. âCalm down, pretty girl. Just gonna cut these pesky layers off you so donât move unless you want me to cut you.â
You shove fear down and nod, following as he cuts through your skirt and sweater like butter. When he gets to your bra, he hooks a finger between your sternum and the fabric, cutting into the center of the material. When you are laid bare in front of him, he cups his crotch and groans. He raises the camera again and snaps away.
He takes the camera by the strap off of his neck and sets it on the nightstand. As he moves his hand back, he takes the opportunity to squeeze your tits. Pinching your nipples, he chuckles when you whine.
âPlease...um, Sir?â you blurt, a mix of pain and pleasure radiating through you. You wish you could close your legs to get some friction but he is back between them.
âLloyd,â he offers, still tweaking your nipples, âYou can call me Lloyd, gumdrop.â
âLloydâŠum, please⊠uh,â You subconsciously begin to twist your hips and he gets the hint.
âAww, my little princess needs some attention on her little pussy, huh?â Youâre only turned on by his mocking tone and condescending words. He leans in to kiss and nip at your neck while he grinds his covered dick against your now slippery folds. âAlright, alright. I wonât tease you anymore. I know you need this much more than I do, gumdrop.â He uses one hand to unzip his pants and pull out his stiff dick.Â
Although it is obscured from your vision, by the way he has to tilt his hips, you can tell he is packing a sizeable length. Covering the tip in your juices, he taps it against your clit. When he enters you, the stretch has you hissing along with Lloyd. He tilts his hips away from you and then comes back, going a bit deeper inside you. Adjusting his arms, he wraps one under your head and the other hand goes to hold your side while your legs wrap around him.
By the time you are used to his size, his hips are slamming into the backs of your thighs. His hand is sure to leave bruises on your hip and you donât give a fuck in the slightest. Heâs already restrained you and cut your clothes off. Might as well be fully debauched, right?
âShiiiiit, this pussy is squeezing my fucking dick so good. I can feel you holding back, gumdrop. Let go for me.â He lets go of your hip and uses his thumb to pay attention to your clit. While he leans on his other hand, he clutches the bedspread as his hips continue their onslaught.
Your climax was just out of reach, like a word caught on the tip of the tongue. Lloyd locks eyes with you and lifts his hand, bringing it down to slap your puffy folds. You squeal and it only makes Lloyd slap it again. And that is how you discovered that this was a kink for you.
The tight band that held together your resolve snaps and on the third slap, you lose all control of your body. You let out the breath you didnât know you were holding in a long moan, your legs clamping around Lloydâs waist. Your walls flutter around his cock and your orgasm washes over you like a warm summer rainstorm, refreshing and necessary.
âThatâs a good girl! Fuck, you are clamped around me like a goddamn vice. Oh, shit. Iâm gonna cum, princess. Shit, shit shit!â Lloyd thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and fisting his dick until heâs shooting thick, white ropes across your belly, chest, and neck.
You stop counting the spurts of cum after eight, watching as you essentially get glazed like a donut. He squeezes the head of his dick, pushing out the last dregs of his orgasm. He grabs the camera again, his eye lining up with the viewfinder. âSmile pretty for me.âÂ
Youâre so fucked out that you smile when he asks. He snaps the photo and puts the camera back down. He leaves the bed and walks off, you hear him go down the hall and come back. He carries a wet washcloth and wipes you down, cleaning off the sticky substance before tossing it over his shoulder.
Lloyd opens a drawer in the nightstand, retrieving a small key, and unlocks your handcuffs one by one. He doesnât offer to check your wrists for bruising, but you donât expect him to. Youâre more than surprised that he wiped his cum off of you, you didnât want to push it.
âNow, gumdrop. So weâre clear, Iâve already made up my mind. Iâm gonna keep you here with me. Youâre gonna be my little playtoy. Whenever I need to take out frustration, Iâm gonna take it out on this little pussy of yours. Or option B: I could kill you. Your choice.âÂ
And just like that, your fate is sealed.Â
âOption A,â you mumble, tears line your eyes as you yawn.
âI knew you were a smart girl.â He pets your head and your eyes lose focus as you drift off into a dreamless sleep.
A/N: I really wish Lloyd would give me a break sometimes lol. I think I got this posted literally on the last day of the challenge.
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The Howling of Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Six
Chapter Six: Of Wolf and Man
Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors â DNI
Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader
Word Count: 2.5K
Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.
Chapter Summary: Walter lets you in on his past, and you meet a friend.
Warnings: making out, slight heavy petting, hot werewolves
A/N: This chapter gave me so much grief! A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this.Â
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âIâm on my way over, alright? Just breathe for me. Iâm gonna make a phone call and I will be over to your place shortly, okay?â Walter speaks clearly as if he were trying to calm down a frightened puppy.
Well, heâs not that far off.
âYeah ok. Breathe. That should be easy enough, right?â You proceed to take one shaky deep breath and you laugh when you gulp in too much air and have a small coughing fit.
âPup, youâre killing me. Gimme twenty minutes. Drink some water. Iâll see you soon, okay?â You hear the way he tries to cover up his worry with a short laugh.
âSee you soon, Wolfie.â Â
You hang up and undress, throw your clothes in the hamper, and head to the bathroom to take a shower. Your body moved of its own accord, your brain leaving the equation early on to think hypotheticals. Only when you register that the water has gone cold do you turn the knobs and exit the tub. You are just toweling off when you hear the doorbell.Â
You tighten your towel around yourself and peek out the bathroom window down onto your driveway. You can see the edge of the black F-150 in the driveway and you heave a sigh of relief. You skip down the steps and walk across the living room to the front door. Opening it, you go to speak but hush and step aside as Walter walks in still talking on the phone with someone.Â
He mouths, Iâm sorry, before going back to the phone call. âYeah, alright. Thanks, brother. See you soon,â he ends the call and focuses his attention on you, smiling as you watch him take in your attire or lack thereof.
âSo, who was that?â you ask, knocking Walter out of his daydreaming.
âRight, uh. That was Jace. Heâs coming down to help us with our little problem. Well, it may not even be a problem. Who knows? Sy might be fine, we havenât even seen his bite yet.â Walter scratches his beard and shrugs.
Crap.
âActually, Iâve seen it. He sent me a pic of the bite after we were on the phone on my way home from work,â you reply, wishing you could melt into the floorboards.
Walter tilts his head and squints at you. âHe sent you a pic of the bite after you were on the phone on your way home from work? That seems...friendly.â You watch as he bites the inside of his cheek, no doubt leaving something unsaid.
âYeah, he left me a voicemail the night you both were hurt. But I didnât listen to it until today. I had to call him to make sure he was okay before I bothered you with possibly a false alarm. Iâm sorry I didnât call you first.â you explain, grabbing his big paw and looking into his eyes.
He canât help but melt for you, but he tries to keep it out of his expression. He fails, rolling his eyes and smiling. âFirst things first, pack a bag for a night or two at the cabin. Just for my own worry. So I know youâre safe.â He laces his fingers with yours and pulls you to him, âOh, and I should probably look at that photo too.â
You pull him with you upstairs and grab your phone off of the charger. Scrolling to the texts, you find Syâs chat and open it. You turn to look at Walter and speak, âI did not ask him to send a thirst trap. Just want that to be stated clearly.âÂ
You hand him your phone and he rolls his eyes, using his thumb and index finger to zoom in on the bite. He studies the image for a bit before giving you back the device, sniffing and putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
âWell?â you press.
âKinda hard to look at it honestly. Never thought Iâd see your exâs happy trail. So, thereâs that variable thrown in there for good measure,â he offers, pursing his lips and shaking his head. âIt just seems like he is quite comfortable sending you these.â
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, you have to tell him. âLook, that day you dropped me at my car, Sy was here. Olivia called him because she didnât know what else to do. He pointed out the hickey you left on my neck. Heâs obviously jealous and he wanted to throw his hat in the ring. Thatâs all.â
âWell, weâll just have to make sure he knows who hangs his hat here.â Walter pulls you to him, his large hand going to your throat as your lips connect. He swallows your delicate moans, savoring them as his thumb rubs at your pulse point. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, and lets you catch your breath.Â
You look up into his eyes and canât stop the dopey smile that forms on your face. You shake your head and say, âIs that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend? âCause, if so? Fuck yeah is my answer.â
âNow, donât let me stop you from packing. Iâll just sit here quietly.â He sits on your bed and gestures for you to get ready to go to his house.
Pulling a small suitcase from the closet, you gather your toiletries first, zipping their case closed as you walk back into the bedroom. Itâs not long before you are in Walterâs truck and starting the trip to the cabin. You yawn for most of the ride, your body finally still and feeling like you could fall over at any second.
You arrive and put your things upstairs. Checking your watch, you realize itâs after 1 in the morning and you suddenly arenât tired anymore. You didnât have the chance to wind down after work, now that you think about it. You just stayed stimulated, in one way or another, off and on.
You decide to go back downstairs and see what Walter is doing. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you see him emerge from the kitchen holding an apple between his teeth as he pushes up the sleeves of his sweater.
After a healthy bite, he takes the fruit out of his mouth and walks over to you. âLemme guess, canât sleep?â You shake your head and he nods. âWanna wait up for Jace with me? We can talk while we wait.â
You nod and he takes your hand, leading you to the living room.
âSo how long have you known Jace?â you inquire, settling back into the couchâs plush cushions.
âOh, far too long. I met him when I was turned.â Walter stops there and looks at you, seeing your look of excitement at hearing the story, âLook, itâs not that great of a story. But Iâll tell you if you wanna hear it.â
âIf you donât wanna talk about it, we donât have to. But just know, itâs been on my mind since the moment I found out what you are. Of course, I wanna know how it happened.â You put your hand on his and he turns it over to hold it.
âIt was really stupid. I came here to the States for school and I played football and was in a frat house. I had the whole âcollege experienceâ, ya know? Um, one kid on the team was kind of a loner but we got along just fine. Melot and I were pretty different, but he needed a friend and I was broke and he paid for everything. One night, he invited me out to a party off-campus. Promises drinks and girls and whatever I wanted. Should have known that was too good to be true.
âAnyway, he drives us out into the woods where this bonfire is going on. And there are maybe ten people there that I can see as we walk up. As soon as we get up to the fire, this huge guy stands up and walks around the fire and greets us. Now, he looks like he eats children and I feel so small in front of him. But he just hands us a couple of beers and whistles over his shoulder. And two very cute girls come running over. All of a sudden, Iâve got a cold beer and a girl on my arm and I didnât take a second to think maybe this was too good to be true.â
You snicker at him, and he continues.
âThe rest of the night is going alright. Then I notice there is a fighting ring going on and I see that they are really going for it. Itâs brutality at its finest. I walk up and then the fight stops and I see Melot get into the ring and people start pushing me in. I was drunk enough to agree to fight him, but not drunk enough to lose. I had him knocked out within minutes, or so I thought.Â
âI wobbled over to him and turned him over to check out the damage and he lunged at me. Before I could even understand what was happening, Melot was biting into my shoulder. The pain was unimaginable and I blacked out. I came to and was so lost. I woke up and the girl from the night before was holding a cloth to my forehead and she smiled down at me when I opened my eyes. I fell in love with Angie at that very moment. We were inseparable after that. At least for a while.â
You squeeze his hand, not knowing what to say, and he smiles at you before talking again.
âSo, Melot is there when I wake up too. He tells me that he wanted to impress the Alpha with a new wolf for the pack. Apparently, Melot thought this would get him some kind of accolades. But, it only pissed off the Alpha for potentially exposing them to humans. Heard they tortured him pretty well after that. Serves him right.Â
âI just ended up going back to school after everything. Didnât see Melot much after that, but I did go back to the pack when I started to feel like I was losing my mind. On the night of my first shift, I met Jace. A handful of them were at the place in the woods and said they expected me sooner. I was so sick, thought it was the flu. They took me in and helped me through that first painful transformation. When I was in wolf form for the first time, all I could do was run. I ran through those woods until Jace tackled me and talked me down. He became my brother that night. He took me under his wing and taught me everything he knew. Which is why I called him about our situation. If anyone can help, itâs him.â
âSo, was Jace bitten too? Or...can you be born a werewolf?â you wonder aloud.
âI was bitten. Angie, Jace, and Faye were all born with the lycanthropy gene,â he answers, noting your furrowed brow, âThe lycanthropy gene is passed down from werewolves to their offspring. Usually lays dormant until puberty. Thatâs one thing that Teen Wolf got right. The 80s one, not the MTV one.â
âI shouldnât be surprised that my Wolfie has seen Teen Wolf, but it still makes me feel all tingly, knowing youâve seen werewolf media. Oh my God, have you seen Twilight?!â you exclaim, suddenly hyper-aware that youâve gone giddy.
Walter snorts and pulls you into straddle his lap, cupping your face in both of his hands. Pulling you close, he turns his head to whisper in your ear, âTeam Jacob.â
You actually swoon, and your little whimpered moan escapes before you get the chance to permit it. Covering your mouth too late, you lean back at look at Walterâs smug face. You swat at his shoulder and the corner of his mouth turns up.
He has you pinned under him on the sofa so fast, you could hear the air whoosh by. He nuzzles his nose with yours, then moves to kiss from your lips to your neck. You turn your head to give him better access, letting your hand tangle in his hair.
He licks and nips at your soft flesh, sucking and biting his way to where your neck meets your shoulder. While his hips are pressing into you, his hand snakes under your shirt to tickle your skin. You chirp when you feel his teeth graze a particularly sensitive spot.Â
You freeze, youâve never made that sound before.
Walter groans, he likes the sound you made if his hips grinding into you was anything to go by. He gives little kitten licks at the spot again and you melt under his touch.
âI can smell how much you need me, Pup,â he hums, sliding a hand to cup your clothed sex, âFuck. I can feel the heat coming off of herâShit,â He shakes his head, kissing your neck before sitting up and getting off the couch. âLooks like we have company.â
You lean up on your elbows, confused until you hear the monstrous rumble of a motorcycle engine getting closer. You watch as Walter opens the front door and disappears into the yard. Soon, you hear the symphony of howling and grunts. You get up from the couch and walk to the open door when you hear the growling get louder.
From the doorway, you see quite a display of masculinity. Two grown men wrestle in the grass like children, laughing and shouting at each other until they register your presence.Â
The taller of the two sniffs the air and turns toward you, climbing off of Walter. His piercing green eyes almost seem to glow. A wild mane of dark brown waves with bleached ends frames a masculine face, and a healthy beard outlines full lips. His caramel skin is littered with tattoos from the neck down, a slit in his left eyebrow.
A dark grey v-neck under a vest hugs his built chest, while thick thighs are encased in tight-fitting jeans. A pair of old boots cover his feet, the laces left untied. His long fingers are decorated with a handful of ornate rings and one wrist sports a leather braided bracelet with a wolf charm hanging from it.
His meaty arms cross over his chest and his face splits with a devilish grin, his body is almost bouncing with energy. âWhoâs your new friend, Marshall?â
To be continued...
A/N: I really hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Next chapter is already outlined. And just needs to be written. I have a plan, yâall.
A/N 2: Bonus points if you can guess my face-claim for Jace.
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Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader
Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.
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Prologue: The Legend of the Claw Creek Creature
Chapter One: Hide and Seek
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The Howling of Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Five
Chapter Five: A Biting Truth
Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors â DNI
Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader
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Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.
Chapter Summary: You and Walter talk about some things, you listen to a voicemail, and then talk a little more.
Warnings: anxiety, fluffy moments, mentioned smut, a lot of shirtlessness in this chapter, spicy late-night texting (not sexting technically)
A/N: Thank you all for being hella patient with me as I worked on my mental health. It has only been a month but I feel tons better already. I hope you enjoy this one. A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this.Â
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The tension in your muscles wakes you up. You had quite a night but you werenât exactly upset about it. Stretching out your arms, you reach over to find the space next to you is empty and cold.
The last time you checked, there was a sleeping werewolf in bed with you. Now, there is just a wrinkled set of bedding that only serves to get your brain working double-time.
Did he leave? Were you too much for him? Did he change his mind about needing to care for you?
You pull the covers off you and sit up only to feel light-headed. Your senses dull and return to you tenfold, the smell of coffee invading your nostrils and giving you hope.Â
You tiptoe out of bed and head to the bathroom to freshen up. Splashing water on your face, brushing your teeth, and doing something quick with your hair has you feeling a bit better about the sight that first greeted you in the mirror. You tiptoe back into your bedroom and pull on some sleep shorts, an old t-shirt, and a pair of fuzzy socks.
This totally looks like I just âwoke up like thisâ, you think to yourself.
Making your way downstairs, you are greeted at the bottom of the stairs by a shirtless Walter holding a fresh mug of coffee in one hand. He hands you the mug and kisses your forehead.
âBacon and eggs are almost ready. I hope you donât mind me raiding your fridge. I was starved and I figured you would be too. And there is more coffee where that came from,â he says, smiling down at your surprised face.
You suddenly smell the bacon and your stomach grumbles, as if on cue. Walter laughs and ushers you to sit down at your dining table. He soon brings out two plates of scrambled eggs with cheese alongside bacon. Setting your plate in front of you, he takes your mug and refreshes your coffee and you enjoy the view of his ample ass as he walks away.
Once seated again, Walter opens up to you. âIâd like you to know a couple of things about me. Maybe should have told you these before we⊠you know. But, better late than never, right?â
You nod silently while picking up a slice of bacon and taking a bite to keep your mouth occupied.
âRight, well. I have a daughter and an ex-wife. Theyâre with my old pack. Faye, thatâs my daughter. I miss her so much. We talk on the phone every week but I know her first shift is coming soon. I can feel it. Angie, her mother, and my ex-wife takes great care of her. I know that. But I wish I could do more. I had to leave the pack, though, because I disagreed with the Alpha. Well, less of a disagreement and more of a fight where I almost killed him. I didnât want to kill him so instead I left. My best friend Jace, another pack member, is keeping an eye on Faye and Ang,â he peeks up at your eyes for a moment before continuing, âI just didnât want to keep that from you. You deserve to know what youâre getting involved with.â He sits back and looks into your eyes for some kind of acceptance.
You reach over the table, putting your hand in Walterâs before speaking up. âThank you for telling me, Wolfie. I appreciate you bringing me in on what youâre dealing with. It canât be easy missing your daughter like that,â you reassure him, knowing that itâs your turn to open up, âI told you a bit about my ex-fiance, James Syverson, but you should probably know that I was the one who broke off our engagement.â
Walter nods for you to continue.
âOur relationship was always pretty fast. We got together while he was home for a bit from active duty. And then, we were making plans to get married. I wasnât upset about that because I thought he was âmy Syâ, ya know? But then, everything came crashing down right before he was deployed again. He wanted to get me pregnant so badly. I wasnât ready to be all alone with this little life inside of me that wouldnât know their father until he came home.âÂ
Bad manners be damned, you pick up another slice of bacon and chew while you speak, âWe just couldnât see eye to eye on that and in the end, I gave him back his ring and told him that I didnât want to be an Army wife and have our kids be without a father for the most part. I broke up with him just before he deployed and I still feel awful about it. But, I mean, he did expect me to fall in line and Iâm just not a soldier. I had my own plans for how things were supposed to go and it was much slower than what he had in mind. That being said, itâs kind of funny that I met a werewolf less than a year later and after one night, he may have gotten me pregnant. Not exactly in my plans, but for some reason, Iâm not afraid to see what happens. And that is new for me so all I ask for is a little patience.â
You sit back in your chair, looking down at your plate, half-eaten and surely cold by now. You feel overwhelmed after talking about Sy, you still feel like shit for not giving him what he wanted. For so long, you thought he was your everything. You wanted to make him happy, but you chose your own happiness in the end. And that had been the hardest decision that you had ever made.
You are still in your head when you register Walter kneeling at the side of your chair and turning you face him before he speaks to you. âTell me what you need.â
You look down at him and smile, his bright eyes are focused on you and his hands are soothing at your waist. You reach your hands to his face, cradling his bearded jaw before leaning forward and kissing him sweetly. You lean your forehead against his and sigh.
âI just need you, Wolfie.â
âYouâve got me. Iâm not going anywhere, Pup.â He pulls you from your chair and into his lap so you wrap your arms and legs around him. Holding you tight to his chest, he shifts to sit cross-legged. You enjoy caressing his back while he sighs and kisses your neck. You canât stop the mewl that escapes your lips at his tender touch.
You pull back and look into each otherâs eyes, smiling and wondering if the other is thinking the same thing.Â
Walter looks at his watch, looking back up to you with hopeful eyes. âI have about an hour before I need to get home and changed for work. How long do you have?â
âI donât have to be in til 1. Weâve got time,â you offer, tangling a hand in his unruly curls.
Walter stands, holding onto you like a koala bear as he walks to and up the stairs. Getting to your bedroom, he sits down and lays back so you straddle his hips. As you lean up, taking off your shirt, his hands settle on your hips. You can feel how aroused you are for him as he guides your hips to glide over his clothed, yet hardening length.
And that is when your phone decides to ring.
âYouâve gotta be kidding me.â âAre you serious?â You both speak at the same time and canât help but laugh.
You reach over to your nightstand for your phone, picking it up to see Oliviaâs smiling face greeting you. You answer it and sit back in Walterâs lap.
âHey, Liv. Whatâs up?â You put a finger to your lips and Walter nods so you slowly grind your hips into his. Watching his brows furrow as you give him just enough friction to enjoy himself.
âHey, girl. I was just checking up on you. You alright?â
âYeah, Iâm fine. Just taking it day by day, you know?â You place a hand on Walterâs abs and glide your fingers through his chest hair. Apparently, he is ticklish and he chuckles despite trying to be quiet.
âGirl...is that your mystery man? Tell him I said hey.â
âOlivia says hey, Walter,â you announce, to which he replies: âHi, Liv.â
âWell, I wonât keep you. You enjoy yourself, girl. Lord knows you needed it. If he has any cute friends, keep me posted. Talk to you later. Bye, Walter!âÂ
âBye,â You hang up, tossing your phone back on the nightstand before leaning forward to kiss the grin off of Walterâs face, âNow, where were we?â
He grips your hips and turns you both so he is on top. âI think we were right about here,â he coos, sitting back on his heels and pulling your shorts off, your socks following after. Keeping his jeans on, he slides them just slightly down his thighs.
He takes his time with you, listening to your body telling him what you need. He licks and nips at your neck. Grabbing at your legs, he pushes them back so he can go deeper. He holds on tight to his own orgasm until you have had two of your own. The only sounds in the room are his groans, your moans, and your shared breathing.
Once finished, you lay in bed cuddling until Walter checks his watch again and grumbles to himself. You watch as he gets out of bed and pulls his jeans back up. Grabbing a robe, you follow him down to your living room as he gathers the rest of his clothing.
He puts on his coat and turns to you, unsurprised that you are still watching him. He makes you promise to call him tonight after work. Leaning down, he pecks your lips and retreats a bit before you pull him back in for a steamier kiss. He smiles into it and you smile back.
You see him out and giggle again as you see that he actually did park on your lawn last night. He grimaces and ducks his head but you just scratch behind his ear and he is all smiles again. You watch until he is out of eyesight and then close the door so you can get ready for work.
Work is grueling for the first few hours. Well, one might say grueling, another might say it makes time go by faster. All you know is that you could use a break. Even though you quit smoking, you did miss the built-in âbreaksâ that habit came with.
Once you sit in your car, you feel the stress of the last four hours ease off your shoulders. Though it lurks outside your car window, ready to jump back in place when you exit.
You scroll through your phone, replying to various emails and checking in with Liv. A notification pops up as a reminder to check your voicemail. Right, Sy had called and left you a message a day ago but you hadnât opened it yet.
You navigate to the Phone icon, then to voicemail to see Syâs unread alert. Pressing on the voicemail, you raise the phone to your ear and the message starts.
âHey, Bug, itâs Sy...but of course, you knew that already. Caller ID, amirite? Anyway, uh, just wanted...wanted to say it was good seeing you today. Yer looking...good. Healthy. Jesus, I swear youâd think I was leaving a damn voicemail for the Queen or something. You remember you used to call me smooth, right? Not anymore, damnit. I just wanted to check in with you, âcause I went and got into a scuffle with a wolf out there in the woods. Iâm fine, donât you worry none. He got a couple nips in. But I got him right in the gut. The big bastard should be feeling that for the next few days at least. Hopefully, soon, we can put this wolf business behind us all. Thatâs all I had to say, Iâm getting tired and youâre probably already in bed as it is. This damn message is getting too long, I think. Talk soon, bye now.â
You pulled the phone away from your ear and pressed the button to repeat the voicemail. Yeah, you heard that correctly. Turns out Sy is the one who shot Walter.
And just to make this even a bit more complicated, Walter may have gone and given Sy a bite. A bite that may or may not turn him into a werewolf.
You sit in the driverâs seat and debate just driving home for the day, but you pull up your big girl panties and force yourself to finish your shift. You clocked out and changed before anyone knew what hit them, all but running back to your car to make it home.Â
Your thoughts run from Sy to Walter and back again so many times, who do you call first? Your ex, who may be struggling through turning right now, OR your boyfriend who doesnât yet know anything is wrong. Right.
Turning on your car, you let the heat warm up the vehicle while you turn back to your phone. Hitting Syâs contact, your phone starts to dial him. Three rings and you were just about on the verge of driving out to his house when he picked up.
âHmph...âlo?â Syâs sleepy voice sounds downright melodious.
âOh, my God. Sy, are you ok? I am so sorry I didnât get your message until now and I had to make sure you were oââ
Sy cuts you off in his confusion. âBug, itâs...after midnight. You just leaving work?â
âYeeeeeah, shit. I am so sorry. I just had to make sure you were ok. Getting into fights with wolves and all that, ya know?â The heat permeating your face was enough to make you wish the Earth swallowed you up.
âWouldnât say I got into a fight with him. More like, he whooped my ass and I had to shoot him,â he snorts, clearing his throat before speaking again, âGo âhead and drive home. We can talk while you drive. So you know Iâm safe, and I know youâre safe.â
âYeah, got it,â you pushed the Bluetooth button to take over the call so you could drive and talk at the same time.
The short drive from work to home was just long enough for Sy to reassure you that he was feeling just fine. You made him send you a picture of his bite after you got off the phone. You shouldnât have been surprised that he would send a fully shirtless pic of him in bed, barely zooming in on the wound on his hip. He looks really good.
The wound looks really good, you shut down whatever your brain decided to get stuck on and ask him for another closer pic.Â
At least this time, you can only see half of his six-pack and much less of his happy trail. Thank God for small favors. You can see bruising around the bite, but it looks like it barely broke the skin. What does this mean for a werewolf bite? Who knows. But at least, heâthe bite looks good.
You text him to keep you posted if he starts to feel feverish or anything, you can remember from movies and television that werewolves tend to feel feverish when they are changing. Is that accurate? Again, who knows?
But, you know who would know?
You respond with a wink face when Sy thanks you for checking up on him. He responds with his signature kissing heart wink face and you refuse to put any more thought into that shirtless man tonight. You shake your head and exit the messaging app to make a call.
One ring and he picks up, âHey, Pup. You make it home ok? Just thought you were gonna call a bit ago.â
âHi, Wolfie. Yeah, I made it home ok, baby. I just had quite a night and had to check in on a friend. IâŠhad to check in on James. Seems you two have met. Uh, thereâs no easy way to say this, babyââ
âSlow down, just start from the beginning.â Walterâs calm voice cuts you off and you just blurt everything out.
âYou may have turned my ex into a werewolf. You bit him, and he shot you. So, can we freak out now or did you have a better time in mind?â You close your eyes, not sure what you were expecting him to say.
âNow is good, I think.â
Ok, I guess you could have predicted that.
To be continued...
A/N: Very sorry that this took about a month to get out, but my mental health was declining and I had to work on a few things.
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I read this while I was supposed to be on a break from Lloyd, he ruined my life once and he will do it again.
That being said, you captured this asshole to the letter. Fuuuuck, I could just see everything so clearly. I could see every little nuance of this asshole and he is such a fantastic character to read.
I'm glad I broke my break for this. I wanted to jump through the screen and choke this bastard out but that's part of the fun!
Fantastic work, love!!
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Lollipop, a Lloyd Hansen x Reader drabble
Warnings for pretty much everything because it's Lloyd. Cursing, blood kinda, knives mentioned, dark-ass dirty talk, usual banter, ok fine it's a lot of banter because *me*, smut which is also funny/cheeky/ridiculous. My maniacal laughter can be heard around the world if you listen real hard. I'm glad you caught me with this before I'm on a ban of anything that's not a WIP for November... YOU'RE FUCKING WELCOME. WC 1183
âGODDAMNIT,â Lloyd roars, âthat stings!â
Within the confines of the bedroom, it should be loud, but the thick red fabric along the walls and the plush features of cushioned chairs and pillows swallows half the noise.
Your fingers bunch the satin sheets together.
âSir, ifâŠperhaps,â the doctor attempting to sew up the long slice across Lloydâs back carefully pauses, âif your blood flow were not increasedâŠâ
The patient grunts, hips thrusting forward over and over till his skin smacks yours. Lloydâs hand comes down to spank your ass and watch the flesh ripple.
âToo fucking bad, Doc,â he chuckles. Injured or not, his dick is working just fine. He stuffs it into you deliciously.
âThere only a few stitches leftâŠâ
âOh, come onââ you wiggle yourself flush against Lloydâs pelvis ââyou know the importance of letting a man finish.â
As a paying customer (for both the medical and sexual assistance), Lloyd expects to call the shots. He expects to be in charge for the duration. This is bullshit.
âFine,â he huffs, gripping one juicy cheek in his large, splayed hand, âyou go ahead anâ warm Daddyâs cock for a bit while that gets finishedââ a dark tone seeps into Lloydâs voice ââbut youâre not getting extra.â
He stands taller, completely straight, and takes a bruising hold of your waist.
The doctor takes the hint and begins again.
You behave for the next piercing of skin, a small hiss escaping beneath your clientâs neatly trimmed mustache, before rocking up and down, riding Lloydâs hard dick midair.
âBitch,â he eeks out through clenched teeth.
âSorry, sir,â you whine dramatically, pathetically, falsely. âFeels sooo good.â
The stitch gets knotted off amidst Lloydâs labored breaths. His fingers dig deeper as the second begins.
Itâs not a total lie; you are close, but you didnât have to keep going. You just know Lloyd loves control. He also loves getting off which means he gives up and fucks off the instant he gets off. If you donât bother to come now, you wonât get to.
Not as well, at least, because no toy quite compares to the spiteful, self-centered sex of Lloyd Hansen.
He doesnât even tip. He knows his dickâs that good.
Bastard.
You angle to let Lloydâs balls graze your clit, building that tension in your gut to a breaking point untilâ
âAll done, sir. The usual wash and dressings for this one. Should I leave supplies?â
The snip of the stitching line is faint as Lloyd pushes so harshly forward that you collapse onto your elbows. The friction disappears.
âGet the fuck out,â he yells to the doctor, but the words come out more like moans. Lloydâs breathing sharpens when he shoves down between your shoulders. âTell the boss Iâm taking a few more minutesâŠon the house.â
The doctor leans at the corner of the mattress and catches your eye.
You nod, gasping with the force of Lloydâs punishment. The doctor simply leaves.
âYou donât speak take what you want, Sunshine,â Lloyd bites, âI take whatever I want.â He licks up the back of your neck.
You hold in any reaction you can when the band in your belly releases an exquisite burst of euphoria. Itâs a point of pride to never let this man know how hard you come with him.
âSo fucking tight, Sunshine. Whatâsâa matter? No one gets this pussy while Iâm at work, huh? Or are they all pencil-dick idiots?â
Heâs not really listening, so it wouldnât matter if you could speak.
âFire that hack. Ham-fisted doctor canât administer a numbing agent worth shit. FUCK, that stings.â
Even in pain and complaining, he focuses on the goal. Lloyd heaves back to sit on his heels, jerking off with your juices furiously, his voice strained.
âCome get it, baby, come get my moneyâs worth.â
This douchebag needs a lesson in what youâre capable of and why you cost a premium, so you slowly wrap your lips around the girth of his cock, locking his wrists in your grip. Your body weight as you lean forward to suck the life out of him pins that fucker in place. His hips stutter when he tries to thrust up into your throat.
âFuck, sunshâfuck, thatâs it. Take it all.â Lloydâs freshly stitched back arches unnaturally, his body following your mouth.
You pull off him with a pop and swallow, releasing his arms.
He wrangles his breathing again, rubbing his dirty, wet palms over his face absently. âFuck, itâs way hotter when I make you come. Might need you another hour.â His cocky, dazed smile remains plastered on his face even as Lloyd drops stomach-first onto the wrecked sheets.
The side table has an array of goodies. You snatch the breath spray from the line of bottles and casually start sprucing yourself up.
Over your shoulder, you throw, âwho says you make me come?â
He laughs out a âbitchâ in appreciation, reaching for his switchblade to play with, flicking it open and shut like a fidget-spinner. He always gets twitchy right after. âWhen do I get to carve you, Sunshine? You know youâre mine.â
You shimmy over the bed to nip at his love handle, mere inches from that fresh wound. âWhen you get a fucking degree in graphic design and suddenly develop artistic talent, Daddy.â
His cold blue eyes twinkle at that, and he repeats, âcall your boss. Weâre going again.â
âNo.â
âTurning down money, are ya?â
You stand, grinning from ear to ear. âI am the boss now, and no, I donât think Iâll stay.â
âYou? A boss?â Lloyd chuckles until it occurs to him. âI fucked the CEO? WowâŠhalf-chubbed at the thought.â
Your discarded panties are plucked off the settee, delicately pulled back into place over your thigh-high covered legs.
âUnless youâre set to PR for the first time in a decade, youâll need more than a few minutes, Mr. Football Star. I have other clients. Maybe later.â You stare at his naked ass, almost moaning at the thought of more.
You wad up the bra Lloyd cut with that same knife in one fist. âOr justâŠsend for Pumpkin if you needâŠfluffed.â Even if he can tell how much you want him, you refuse to make it easy.
He watches you roam about, pupilâs thumping darker when you bend over the side table.
âOh, and keep your energy upââ out of the candy bowl you toss him a sweet ââbecause we wouldnât want you to drop the ball.â
Itâs lemon. Of course, itâs lemon.
Lloyd god damn hates the citrus ones, and you know that.
Out of spite, he rips off the paper and takes a long, lingering lick.
âMmm,â he purrs, âsour. Just like your cunt.â
Itâs your turn to laugh. All the dick in the world, and this asshole is the best youâve got? Well, at least youâre calling the shots now.
In nothing but sheer lace covering a few square inches of your modesty, you leave, knowing full-well youâll both come back for more.
âSucker,â you mutter and blow a kiss as the door shuts.
I dunno...this may have converted me to a Halloween fan...and spicy food, too. đ„” Big shock, *I AM MY OWN BOSS IRL* so there's no correlation there. No. Nope. No, sir.
[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist (which clearly isn't where more Lloyd is); Ko-Fi]
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