#Austin Pool Cleaning

[eternalthrills]

Austin Poolhouse Poolhouse Inspiration for a mid-sized, modern backyard remodel with a rectangular lap pool

[callmewrinkles3]

When Emma Falls in Love - DR3 x Fem!OC

Summary: Christmas involves the same thing every year for Em. A week in Liverpool, formal clothing, and returning to her apartment to shower and have a bottle of wine to forget how bad it was. But this year she's spending it in Australia with Dan and his family. No big deal.

Words: 11.4k

Warnings: Mentions of past bad relationships, mentions of cheating, mentions of toxic family relationships. Panic attacks, worry, mentions of sex (but nothing explicit) and mentions of sex toys.

AN: HEEEEEEEYYYYYYYY remember us? First things first - apologies for how long this took. The plan was Christmas, but life has been ridiculous and too busy and we just apologise. Thank you for still being here and enjoying reading more about Em and Dan!

December 2018

When she was growing up, Em never kept a diary. She was the odd one out for many reasons in primary school, that was just one of them. She was too afraid of her mother finding it when “cleaning”, reading what was on her mind and telling her to stop. She hadn’t started it as a kid, and it didn’t begin when she was an adult either. But if she did have one, the first words on the page for December 22, 2018, would have been "I think I'm in love with Dan." And to say "I think" would have been a blatant lie because she knew.

She knew that night in the bar for his birthday that she was going to fall for him. She knew in Philadelphia as she sang that she only bought that dress for him to take off. She knew in Austin when he kissed her in front of another woman.

That morning in July when she woke up from one of the greatest nights of sleep in her life with Dan’s arms around her and his snoring lulling her back to sleep like white noise. Every single time he let Blake out of their shared taxi first and circled the block to come into hers when he got back from travelling. The way he never arrived home without a bouquet of flowers because she’d once said she never thought she could buy herself some. But that afternoon in Perth she couldn’t hide from the realisation anymore.

She’d been working in the early afternoon after she made lunch for the two of them and Isaac, coming out to find her boys napping on the couch. The plan had been for them to watch a film while they waited for her but toddlers were not known for their patience. She couldn’t blame Isaac for sleeping, and once Dan got comfy he could nod off anywhere.

The two of them had been up early that morning picking Isaac up for a day out and a sleepover to let Michelle finish getting ready for Christmas. Once they made it back to the farm it was running around and playing at the pool with a stop for lunch. Em had prepped sandwiches for their lunch before disappearing to work for a few hours so she didn’t fall even further behind. And now they were fast asleep, blond curls against Dan’s off season stubble.

The craving to curl up on the couch and cuddle into them was overwhelming. There was nothing else she wanted at that moment, just hug them and kiss Dan and stay there forever. But she couldn’t.

Yes, she was Auntie Emmy to Isaac - a fact he’d announced to them that morning running to greet her with chubby cheeks and “ANNIE EMMYYYYYYYY” - but Auntie Emmy was Uncle Dan’s friend. And nothing else.

She was just his friend. Even though she was the only one sleeping in his bed, even when he was basically living in her crappy flat in London. Even when it was her name he groaned out when they were together as he pulled her close. And that was why she couldn’t admit it to him. Admitting it to herself felt nearly too much.

It hurt. Oh it ached. But it was better to hurt a little bit and enjoy getting to have Danny in the way that so many people didn’t know Daniel Ricciardo, than say how she felt and break the spell. She could suck it up and bury her feelings and stay by his side as his best friend. If she didn’t say it out loud then it wasn’t real and if it wasn’t real then it couldn’t hurt her badly.

And she couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t see his face fall, couldn’t hear “we said we were just friends, nothing more.”. Couldn’t bear to have to leave people who for the first time in her life seemed to actually like her because she’d ruined it. So she’d stay quiet and get to have Christmas with people who seemed to want her there. She’d enjoy summer in December and have those weeks. Especially if it meant she got time with Isaac.

Em had fallen in love with him the first time she met him in real life in Abu Dhabi, and the feeling was mutual. She could count how many times she’d seen him in person on both hands, but he was as crazy about her as she was about him. His cheeky smile warmed up her heart. The way he ran to give her a hug after the first time they met was one of her favourite things in the world. How he reached out to her so she would hold him during the insanity of that first weekend. But it was the way that he was so much like Dan that made her heart grow ten sizes.

Physically they didn’t look alike apart from those curls they’d all inherited from Grace, but their personalities were identical. Dan joked it was why Isaac liked spending so much time with her, but she smiled and brushed it off. For her own sanity she couldn’t let that get into her head. She couldn’t do it. Not when whatever they were had an expiration date and she didn’t know how long it would last.

All of that combined meant she couldn’t resist watching them for an extra couple of moments, enjoying how relaxed they were snoozing together. She took a photo of them with her phone to secure the memory forever. She wasn’t sure what caused him to stir, if it was the small noise from the camera or if it was her moving, but Dan opened his eyes slowly and focused on her. A smile began to go across his face.

“Wanna join us? We can stay like this for a while.”

She desperately wanted to say yes. She wanted to lie down next to Dan and fall asleep with his arm around her. But she shouldn’t and she couldn’t. Anything that wasn’t at least platonic seeming had to stay just them. Sure Dan had put an arm around her shoulder or waist with his parents, but not with Isaac. She didn’t want that with him. He was too small and she didn’t want to confuse him with acting like a couple when they weren’t. If she couldn’t explain what was happening to herself then she couldn’t to him.

“I’m gonna get a start on dinner,” Em whispered, blurting out the first excuse she could think of. “Is pasta ok?”

The moment the words left her lips, she made her one fatal mistake. Kissing the top of Dan's head and then Isaac's cheek. It was supposed to be the briefest moment, a peck and then go to the kitchen. But the moment she leaned down to kiss Isaac's head his litttle hand reached out for her, not letting go. He didn't say anything, just grumbled and rubbed his head against Dan's chest before settling back down.

"I think you have to stay for a while. C'mon." He shifted slightly to let her slip beside them, settling down. "I know what you're thinking. It's fine."

"Danny-"

"I promise. It's fine." She should have stood straight up and headed out. Before she could even think about moving away Isaac woke up enough to smile at her, moving across to have half his body over Em, half on Dan. Then she was definitely not going anywhere, not when his tiny hand clung to her shirt to hold her there.

"I always knew he'd be a heartbreaker and steal someone's girl at some point in his life. I just never imagined it'd be mine."

"He's got that Ricciardo grin and those curls, what can I say?" Dan chuckled lowly at her words, his chest shaking as he held it back.

"That's not fair, I saw you first."

"I'm not some toy, you don't need to fight him over me."

"I mean if I need to I will." It was Em's turn to keep her laughter down, swallowing it so she didn't wake the sleeping toddler.

"No, it's fine. You don't need to."

"Just had to be sure."

She really didn't mean to fall asleep. She shouldn't have, she wanted to just stay for five minutes before carefully moving Isaac across and standing up to do something. But having Dan's chest as a pillow and Isaac as a tiny weighted blanket didn't help her. Dan smelled like the shower gel they were using and home, Isaac's baby shampoo mixing and making her feel peaceful and dozing off easily.

When she opened her eyes she thought she'd find her fast asleep boys, but instead they were wide awake. The youngest was staring at the film he hadn't finished, the oldest looking straight down at her when Em looked up.

How was she not supposed to fall in love with him? That broad smile and big eyes and how was she supposed to keep it platonic when he looked at her like she hung the moon and stars every single day. He called her his moon once and the compliment made her blush for a week. It was impossible to not fall in love with him, and that was the moment she admitted it. The way he stole tiny kisses while Isaac was distracted. She was gone.

They stayed like that for the afternoon, what was supposed to be a homemade meal turning into driving out for pizza for the three of them. Isaac stayed on her hip until they got him into a highchair, laughing and enjoying his food. She felt at home and happy and was so glad she was there.

It was why she said yes when he asked her what she was doing for Christmas and if she wanted to come to Australia with him. She missed him when he had a double header abroad, she couldn't imagine spending six weeks apart when he went home for Christmas. They could have done it and would have been fine. They'd done it before, but that was before feelings and sex and friends with benefits was added to the mix they had going on.

Em missed him back when they just texted and had a couple of calls, so she had to say yes. But it was terrifying to get on that plane with Dan to go to Perth. It took a call from Grace insisting she wanted Em there and everyone was looking forward to seeing her to make Em feel like it was ok.

Once she made the decision to go to Australia to spend weeks there with Dan it wasn't too scary, but the fact that she was introduced to Dan's world was. Especially now that she was slowly admitting that she'd fallen in love with him. Since the start Em had tried to deny it to herself, insist that it wasn't true. That she had no feelings for him apart from friendship and being proud of him.

But that was like saying the sun wasn't going to come out the next day. On those days where Em wasn't sure about it herself, he made her sure. If she didn't know better she'd think that was his own personal mission to make her fall in love with him. There were texts, calls, facetimes when he probably didn't have time. A text telling her to open the door because she had a delivery. How could she not fall for him?

The easiest way to fall in love with him was what he did every single trip home. She'd leave a sandwich in the fridge before she went to bed, and he came back to her tiny apartment. He had his own one that he could be in, he could go back to somewhere comfy and warm rather than her tiny one bed where the heating rarely worked. But he stayed with her. He took over doing things to make her life better, buying new sheets that were more expensive than she'd ever pay because they were softer and calling the landlord to make him fix the heating after he came back from Brazil and the apartment was freezing.

She couldn't help falling deeper and deeper in love with him when he slid into bed and wrapped his arms around her, whispering how happy he was to be back home. He could have been comfortable and warm in his apartment but instead he was there with her. The chill in the air was ignored as they pulled whatever clothes were on off, Dan marking her body as his. Week after week that was exactly what happened in beds around the world as she travelled to the US and Abu Dhabi to watch him race. She was starting to believe that maybe they did belong together as night after night they got into the same bed, whispering sweet nothings and bringing each other pleasure before curling up to sleep.

It's what happened at the farm when they were alone. Officially Em had a guest room to herself, but Dan's room became theirs. She spent so much of her days stepping outside of her comfort zone, it was exhausting and made her stomach ball up, but being with him was easy. Waking up with his arms around her was perfect. Getting into bed with him every night felt normal. It was terrifying and normal and brilliant. It was easy for her once she got over her worries, especially after that day with Isaac on the couch. His tiny hand over her chest became the reminder that what she thought would be a bad day wasn't so bad. It's part of why she wished Isaac could have been there the night she met Dan's friends.

She knew what coming to Australia when Dan went home for the winter break involved. And when she was invited she didn't even think about it, just went for it. She knew she was going to be introduced to his favourite places in his hometown, spending most of their nights out on the farm, getting to be around his family, and some nights out with his home friends to meet them. She could excuse herself once or twice from nights out because she was never a big fan of it, but she could let the social butterfly she was accompanying go out to hang out with people. He didn't get to see his friends for most of the year, she was more than happy to stay home with her huge to read list on her kindle or a good movie.

But Dan wanted her there. He wanted to spend time with her and his friends and have them all together, and she couldn't say no to those big brown eyes. Spending time with his family was easy, she knew most of them and those she didn't know at least knew of him. But the bigger issue was when she met his friends.

It was supposed to be easy. A get together with his mates so they could catch up and everyone who lived in Perth could finally meet the famous Em. There was just one problem.

Em wasn't good with people.

It wasn't that people didn't like her, it wasn't even that she didn't like people, it was that whenever she was around people she got tired quickly and couldn't deal with them for too long. Dan was one of the rare people she didn't hate being around for more than a few minutes. He'd promised it wouldn't be anything fancy or crazy, that she didn't need to stress about it, but she still worried.

She liked to think that it would have been different if they met somewhere else. In a bar or club where she could have made an excuse to go outside for a few minutes, be somewhere neutral. But meeting at the farm was somehow worse. Dan had told her to stay by his side and she did, but she felt like she was being a bother. He told her that she didn't need to do anything, she was a guest too, but her mother's words kept going around in her head. She should be helpful, she should be useful, she should be this that and the other. If she didn't help at gatherings then what use was she? Sitting next to Dan cutting tomatoes and onions for the burgers wasn't enough.

She shouldn't feel like she was suffocating when she was with his friends. They all seemed lovely, the guys who'd known Dan since he was a kid and told her stories about what he got up to in school, girlfriends who were genuinely sweet asking her about England and her work. But it felt like it was too much. The flickering light from the firepit and the music playing and the voices made her brain go a million miles an hour, all she wanted was to get out of there. Curl up and bed and read a book. She stood there smiling and she couldn't even lean against Dan because they were supposed to be just friends. They were friends. It's how he introduced her. Em, his friend from England. Not Emmy, that was only for him, but Em.

Nobody there had any idea that as soon as the parties and dinners were over he snuck into her bed. That when he got back from being all around the world he came to her home. She was just Em and she had no idea what she was doing there. She didn't know what they were but just friends didn't cut it anymore, and even being outside on the farm it felt like she couldn't get a deep breath into her lungs. The air slowly left her body and she could barely get it in.

She wouldn't forgive herself if she ruined Dan's night. He was so happy there, tanned and grinning as he talked to people. Em decided another beer to replace her empty one and a deep breath in the kitchen would help. Just two minutes away from the crowd. She went in, grabbed two bottles from the fridge and took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. She could do it. She'd be fine and she'd get through the rest of this night. She could do it.

"Thought you were into blondes, mate," it was clear as a bell even through the noise, a dagger hitting into Em's chest. Did she seem like just a girl?

"Shut up, it's not like that." She knew they were just friends. But hearing it like that was different. It was the straw that broke the camel's back and she didn't remember the last time she wanted to cry that badly. She wanted the ground to open up beneath her and just swallow her whole so she can hide but she wasn’t lucky enough. She blinked back tears, ignoring the knot growing in her stomach and the anxiety seeping into every pore. Em’s heart raced and she could hear the whooshing sound in her eardrums. Why was she there? The questions bubbled through her brain but that was the loudest. Why did Dan invite her there? Why was she there? Why did he want her to be in Perth?

Em couldn’t stay there anymore. If she stayed out with everyone she’d break down and start crying and the last thing Dan needed was her dramatics. She didn’t want to ruin the reunion and the good time he was having. So she took a deep breath, had a sip of her beer, and pretended she heard nothing. She just needed to keep it together for long enough so Dan didn’t suspect anything. She could smile and nod as if she didn’t care about what his mates said.

All she needed to do was pretend that she was fine, and then she could run back inside and be alone. She felt terrible just thinking about it. She couldn't do one fucking thing right and be a normal person for one night and have a normal night. It just made her feel awful for Dan because he had done everything to make her comfortable. Not just that night, but he'd changed his home so she felt at home. He insisted he was in charge of the burgers so that he could make one that was cooked the way she enjoyed it - a squirt of ketchup, one slice of cheese, wrapped in two napkins so her fingers didn't get greasy. He got her a Coke Zero or a lemon San Pellegrino so she had options when she didn't want a beer. There were even some of her favourite songs on his playlist for that night, Paramore playing out over the group. He did every single thing right. But she was ruining it all.

Em tried hiding how she was feeling but it was useless. The second she was back at Dan's side he knew something was wrong. The question was quiet, asking if she was ok, but her nod was too fast and she could tell that he didn't quite believe her. Dan's brown eyes stayed on her as she tipped the rest of her bottle back.

"Mind if I head to bed?" She was proud of how even her voice sounded.

"You sure you're ok? What's up?"

"I'm fine, just jetlagged and tired still. I'll be fine."

"See you in a lil bit?" She didn't answer him, making excuses and quick comments so she didn't start crying around new to her people. It was saying how lovely it was to meet them and saying they'd get coffee or meet before she went back to England. She was so polite and correct she almost sounded like her mother and it made her want to vomit. A final quick squeeze on Dan's shoulder and she was gone.

As soon as she was in the house she just had to do a quick trip to the bathroom, change her clothes, and go into bed. But she couldn’t go into the room she'd been sleeping in. That was Dan's bedroom and she couldn't switch the light on or people would see. So in the fading light of dusk she grabbed her pjs, the book she'd been reading, and the bottle of water she kept on her nightstand. From there she went to the guest room that was supposed to be her room. Dan had mentioned it'd be her room in Abu Dhabi, just across from his. That first night he'd insisted she didn't have to sleep there if she didn't want to and they'd ended up in his bedroom and Em didn't want to leave. But now she had to be in her own room. It'd be fine.

The last thing she wanted anyone to see was her crying. Somehow she got the door of the guest room closed without letting out a sob, panic growing in her chest. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She shouldn't be crying. She had no reason to cry. She knew what she was doing.

Her back slid against the door as she ended up on the ground. Her sobs turned to gasps as she struggled to get a deep breath, thoughts burning her head. She wanted to be curled up in the bed that she'd spent the last week sleeping in. She wanted Dan's arm around her, wanted to sit on his lap and sip from his beer bottle. Wanted to forget that the night had even happened. That the man who'd been sharing her bed for the last six months preferred blondes. That the man who she'd been falling in love with might not feel the same way, and they'd agreed they were just friends and said that they weren't going to break the rules and love each other but she had. She wanted her brain to shut up with the "why the fuck does he sleep with me then" that was filling her mind with doubts.

But more than all of that she wished she was brave enough to leave. Pack her bag and go to the airport and fly back to London. Because Dan deserved so much better than anything she could offer. He deserved a beautiful blonde woman who didn't freak out during a party and could afford to rent an apartment with working heating and didn't run away to hide and cry because she couldn't cope. Of course he wouldn't pick her.

But she could barely move. Somehow she managed to stand up once she'd caught her breath, pulling on her tshirt and leggings to sleep in. From there she made it to the bed, lying and pulling up the blanket to try cocoon herself as her tears kept falling. All she wanted was for Dan to magically appear and hold her to stop her chest from feeling so tight. A hug from Dan was magical, it'd make the pressure go away in no time. But he was with his friends and she didn't blame him. She was his friend. They were just friends and she had absolutely no right to be upset about it, but it hurt.

She wasn't planning on getting a lot of sleep that night. The awful feeling in her chest wasn't getting any better, her heart was still racing, and her head ached thanks to crying so much. Finally the tears stopped and she turned onto her side in the too big bed.

A knock on the door made her close her eyes and force her breathing to even out. She didn't want Dan to see her like that. She couldn't explain what she was feeling, she couldn't start rambling about it because then she'd have to admit how she felt and that wasn't going to happen. She couldn't admit that she'd broken every rule they'd come up with and fallen in love with him. She couldn't lose him. She couldn't lose his friendship and what they had so she had to stay quiet.

"Emmy? You awake?" Em should have known he wouldn't leave even if she didn't answer, listening as he padded around to her side of the bed and knelt down, his thumb brushing the still damp skin on her cheek.

**

The second Emmy squeezed his shoulder as she said she was still jetlagged and going to bed, Dan knew something was wrong. She hadn't been ok since she got back from the kitchen with their drinks, but watching her nod and fake smile as she went back inside felt so wrong. And then he stared at their room, waiting for a light to go on and the curtains to close. But nothing happened and it felt even worse.

He knew she wasn't a fan of big parties, his friends were more like him than her and were loud but she'd been ok. He made sure she was stuck to his side for the evening, she smiled when he handed her a perfectly wrapped burger made just the way she liked them. Dan knew it wasn't easy for her, she'd told him that she found big groups hard to deal with. She was the dictionary definition of an introvert who preferred to sit with a book in silence rather than be surrounded by loud people. But she was fine.

He'd asked a couple of times, not wanting to annoy her by constantly thinking something was wrong. He'd offered if she wanted to go inside and hide out for a while he'd make excuses but she insisted she was fine. Emmy ate her burger and snacked on some chips while chatting with his mates. He heard her laugh and one of the lads made a comment about how Dan kept staring at her. He was happy.

And Em was fine until she'd leaned over to offer to get him another beer when she was getting hers. He knew she heard what Mark said, his quip about blondes. The shut up didn't go fast enough and she'd been close enough to hear. She came back looking like someone had punched her in the stomach, big eyes sad even under her fake smile. There was nothing Dan could do to make her feel better.

What he wanted to do was pull her onto his lap, arms around her waist as they shared a drink. He'd tell her that yeah he'd slept with blondes before, dated some as well, but he was hers. He was so fucking crazy about her it was insane. Dan was absolutely in love with her, and terrified to say it because she could do so much better than him. They'd promised they'd stay friends, falling in love wasn't on the list.

But he couldn't even describe how much he loved her. He loved her long brown hair, the way it fell down her shoulders and back. He loved standing behind her and brushing it out to apologise for the mess he'd made it by wrapping it around his hand and pulling her hair the way that made her groan in all the right ways, using it as an excuse to kiss along her neck. He loved the way she smiled at him. How she made jokes and laughed at them herself. How she wrapped her arms around him and welcomed him home. The carefully covered sandwich that waited for him.

He didn't want any blondes. He wanted his gorgeous, brunette Wrinkles, and just maybe in the future if he was lucky enough he'd get to have gorgeous little babies with her hair and eyes and personality. He'd never, ever wanted that until now. And then it felt like she was slipping through his fingers with one evening.

She finished her beer, excused herself saying something about jetlag, was sweet and polite and so un-Emmy it hurt, and whispered to him that she was going to bed. The going to bed wasn't a surprised, she was still jetlagged and had been tired before they even got to Australia. She was the first to head to bed every night anyway. But the way she did it worried him.

Even around his family she kissed his head before she left the room to go to bed. It was what they did when there was people around and they couldn't actually kiss because of the comments. She'd move his curls from his forehead and give him a quick kiss there or on his cheek, or if he was sitting she'd kiss the top of his head. When they were alone he'd go to bed with her, but if he was staying up she'd peck his lips and wait for him in bed.

There was none of that. Instead she gave him a tiny, sad smile and squeezed his shoulder. Like they were just friends. Like she didn't share his bed every night. It was like a knife in his back, a kick in the stomach. That was enough to tell him that something was very, very wrong. He didn't expect a kiss, but he never thought that would be it.

It was all his fault, and the second he realised their bedroom light wasn't going on he knew it. She was nothing like his friends, his life was so different to hers, but he wanted his people to love her. He needed them to. He was so used to the way their lives were intertwined that he didn't think. He was so excited to be home and happy to see his friends and introduce them to her that he made the wrong choice. He should have had it at some neutral place, brought her to a bar to meet everyone. The way he'd done it when she met his family, how it was easier because it was a new place for them all. But he took the party to her one safe place in a foreign country and that wasn't fair on her.

It wasn't how he imagined the night ending. All he wanted to do was hold her. That was his plan for the night. Get into bed, hug his girl, steal some kisses, and call it a night. He wasn't even thinking about sex that night, just curling up with Em. He knew she'd be too tired to do anything and he'd probably have too many beers to make it good for her. So he wasn't even going to try to make a move. He'd hold her, sleep drooling into his pillow, and not have the alarm on so he could have a chill morning with her. Dan was too used to going to bed holding his Emmy, falling asleep with her in his arms and her hand against his chest. And then she was gone and he had the biggest hole in his chest knowing he'd ruined it all.

Dan had no idea what to do. He couldn’t kick his friends off the farm telling them his girl wasn’t ok and needed him. Firstly Em wasn’t his girl, not to them. He’d said over and over that they were friends and she was visiting. Nobody truly believed him, but it was the official story. He couldn’t make them leave but his brain was screaming that he needed to go to Em right then. Something was wrong and he needed to fix it. He needed to make sure she was ok. But all he could do was wait and yawn.

"You alright, DR?” One of the guys asked him.

“Yeah, just exhausted. Nightmare of a season if I’m honest. Looking forward to next year! Maybe I’m getting too old now I’m turning 30?” It was a half joke that got a laugh from the assembled guests. Fortunately they took it for what it was and started making their excuses to leave. An hour later he watched the last people leave as he waved. Once those lights were gone from the driveway he ran back to the house as quickly as he could get in.

His heart broke as he opened the bedroom door to find the empty room in complete darkness. When he switched the light on it was even worse, Em’s belongings still there. Her pillow, the blanket she loved, her Snorlax plushie he’d brought her back from Japan, even her Kindle. Only her water bottle and the book she was reading were gone.

It was a punch in the gut to realise the only other room she could be in was his least used guest room. The fact that Emmy thought she needed to stay in another room felt wrong. His room was their room. He’d made sure to decorate it to be similar to their room in London, parcels arriving to the farm the week before they arrived. The fairy lights, the purple curtains, the scented candles, the extra soft sheets and bed linen to make her smile. It was all for them. It was to make Emmy happy and feel like she was at home because in the back of his head there was a hope that it could be their home in the future. Dan had thought it was working, but now it felt like it was falling apart.

It took a few seconds for Dan to get the courage together to knock on the spare room door. He was scared Emmy would tell him to leave, would tell him to go away. But instead there was silence. He knocked again but the same lack of answer was the response so he decided to go in.

The room was in absolute darkness apart from the faint moonlight coming through the window. It was enough that Dan could make out Em resting on the bed, blankets up to her chin. All Dan wanted to do was get into bed with her, to spoon against her and hold her close, but he knew she wouldn’t like that. So instead he walked around to her side and knelt in front of her, stroking a lock of hair falling over her cheek. He didn’t know if she was in the mood for hugs, didn’t know if she wanted anyone, so he didn’t want to do too much. He saw how her eyes were closed and could feel her damp skin under his thumb. Em’s breathing was too even, she wasn’t really asleep.

“Emmy? I know you’re awake Baby girl.” It took a moment for her eyes to open as she looked up at him.

“I was tryna sleep.”

“I know. But why aren’t you in bed?”

“I am.” Her words were short. “This is a bed.”

“It’s not our bed, Beautiful.” She was at least looking at him, but something still wasn’t right. “C’mon back to bed.”

“I’m fine, D. Go on, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. You’ve been crying.” She looked like she was about to start crying again, Dan holding her hand and running his thumb along the back of it.

“I’m fine, Dan. I’m fine. I’m just tired, it’s been a long day. Go to bed.”

“Not without you.” He watched as her gaze softened slightly and he just wanted to kiss her to make her smile. “Can I like down here with you and give you a hug?”

“You don’t have to, Dan. We can just go to sleep.”

“But I want to. If you want me to.”

“…That’d be nice.” It took a few seconds for Em to respond and Dan was terrified she’d say no. He’d accept it, but he wouldn’t like it. He got in behind her, pulling Em against his chest. Her whole body was tense as he turned her around so they were in their usual sleeping position. She began to relax as his hand rubbed her back, Em’s head finally resting against his chest.

“You know, Snorlax is all alone in the other room. And our bed is way comfier than this one.” He kept his hand moving as she tensed up again, looking into Dan’s eyes.

“I’m too tired to move.”

“Nobody said you have to move. Trust me?” There was a nod and he pulled her over to the other side of the bed before stepping out. It was easy to pick her up and carry her out to their room, carefully depositing her back in their bed before he got in beside her. “See? Back where we belong and without you needing to move a single one of your cute toes. And back with your fluffy friend.”

It was quiet between them for a few moments, something Dan mostly expected. Whenever Em got like this she always went quiet while she thought. Finally he heard her bare whisper.

“I’m sorry I ruined your night.”

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. You didn’t ruin anything, you never could. I’m sorry I invited everyone around and had them all invading your space. I shouldn’t have.”

“Dan.” She leaned up and kissed his jaw to make him smile. “It’s your house and your friends, of course you should have. It’s fine.”

“No it’s not. I should have done it differently, we should have gone somewhere else. And believe me when I tell you that you can’t ruin anything. Even if you tried to ruin something you couldn’t.”

“You’re too nice to me.” The hollow way she said it broke a little part of Dan’s heart.

“Emmy I promise. Everyone should be nice to you because you deserve it. You deserve happiness and goodness. And a whole lot of cuddles.”

“Will you cuddle me?” He couldn’t help but hold her even closer at her request.

Dan had no idea which lucky star was looking out for them but it felt like there was a whole constellation instead of just one star. He knew Em wouldn’t do it but he was ready for her to kick him out of the room. Instead he was so damn lucky that he got to hold her while she dozed asleep. He didn’t have the guts to try to explain the comment she’d overheard, he wasn’t going to push his luck, but at least he got to hold her. They could keep going from there.

—

Em couldn’t remember when she actually fell asleep. She was positive that she wouldn’t sleep at all that night, but Dan’s arms around her and his heartbeat under her ear was the best sleeping pill to ever exist. She didn’t know how he did it but he always managed to make her drift off. Even on the worst nights when her brain wouldn’t shut up he did it.

She woke up too early, the sun barely rising and illuminating the room through the blinds. She shot awake at the realisation that Dan wasn’t against her back anymore. At some point in the night she moved from Dan spooning her to her turning around and cuddling into him like she always did. Her face was buried against Dan’s chest, his arms holding her tight, and their legs tangled between each other. She raised her head slightly, Dan grumbling at her moving, and kissed his chest before going back to sleep with him.

The next time she woke up it was full morning. The sun was coming in through slits in the blinds and felt completely opposite to her emotions. She was so exhausted. Em had cried herself to exhaustion, her anxiety and nerves filling her. All she wanted to do was curl up in bed with her book and preferably with Dan cuddling her. But she was so tired she barely even noticed Dan kissing her shoulder and gently leaving her in bed. He was probably just going to the bathroom before coming back to the warmth and cuddle her.

She must have dozed off, she had no idea how long he was gone for, but she woke up to kisses on her cheek and the scratch of his off season stubble against her skin. The smile on her face was automatic. Waking up that way was one of her favourite things in the world, kisses from the man she was falling for were the best feeling and she wouldn’t change it for anything in the universe.Without even thinking Em hugged him back, almost forgetting the words from the evening before. After a horrible night all she needed was Danny. Em just wanted her human weighted blanket over her.

“I made breakfast,” Dan whispered, lips still glued to her skin. “I’ve got your coffee and toast and that jam you like. Figured you wouldn’t want to get up so it’s here whenever you want it.::

“Huh? You didn’t have to do that.” She looked up at him with disbelieving wide eyes. How could he get up to make breakfast and bring it into her after everything that happened? He did it more often than not when they were in England, but she didn’t think he’d do it that morning.

“You always say that, and I always say I do it because I wanna. Are we gonna have this conversation again?”

“No, not really. Thanks for doing it anyway.” She caught him in a kiss but as she went to move he didn’t let her.

“Don’t thank me. Especially considering it’s gonna get cold cause I’m too comfy to move.”

“Dan…”

“Five minutes.”

Like every morning when Dan asked for five minutes in bed with her, those five turned into ten, then fifteen, and then she lost count. It started with kisses against Em’s neck and her hands running along his shoulders and back. But it ended with their clothes somewhere on the floor, fingers laced and moaning each other’s name. Coffee could be reheated, toast could be eaten cold or remade. But none of it mattered when Dan was inside her, whispering how good she felt and how she was the best girl, giving her another reminder that it was still them. Inside the walls of their bedroom it was always going to be them. If that was all she was going to get, it was going to have to be enough. Dan’s groans and gasps helped silence Em’s ghosts for a little while so she took advantage.

The rest of the day involved Dan looking after her while they had a lazy day. A few small excuses, a rescheduled afternoon with his family blamed on hangovers, and they decided to either stay in the bed or on the couch and do nothing. Dan insisted it was payback for the mess of the night before. Em didn’t particularly care about his reasons as long as she was by his side.

It was how they spent their days in Perth, mostly glued to each others sides except for if Dan was going to Michael to start working on a training plan or see his friends. She started to get used to being a part of his life in Australia. Dan made sure that none of the events were at the farm, always at a restaurant or bar unless it was just his family. Every single time they went anywhere Dan whispered in her ear before they went in that she was the one in charge. Say a word and they’d be on the way home. She was trying to fit into his life just like he was trying to keep her safe, and Em couldn’t thank him enough for it.

She was starting to get used to Perth, relaxing more as she spent more time there. But as Christmas got closer she lost her chill. Two days before Christmas she went through the clothes she’d brought with her and none of them were good enough for an event. She had no idea what a Ricciardo Christmas involved, but none of her outfits were right. She had some cute summer dresses, but they were normal everyday things. She’d wear them to the beach or to lunch or maybe even to dinner with Dan’s friends, but not for a proper day. There was nothing formal like what she’d wear to her family’s Christmas dinners that met her mother’s approval.

Em knew Dan would say she looked good in anything she wore, but she was terrified. All she wanted was for them to like her. The idea that Dan’s family might not like her was scary, and she needed to make sure that she was perfect. She couldn’t ruin it over clothing. Em had hidden most of the anxiety she had around being good enough for them but that night it was too much. Her stomach was in knots and she kept fidgeting in bed. The same page was read over and over, but she had no idea what it said. She pretended it was fine until Dan kissed her cheek, pulling her book from her hands as she jumped.

“Emmy what’s wrong?”

“Huh?” She shook her head and looked over at him.

“You haven’t turned the page in like fifteen minutes, you jumped when I kissed your cheek, and your feet keep moving. You’re overthinking. So talk to me, what’s going on?”

“What if they don’t like me? I didn’t bring anything proper to wear because you kept saying it was hot and I don’t look proper. I should have brought something proper with me.”

“If who doesn’t like you?” The concern in his voice made her want to melt.

“Your family, Dan.”

“Emmy…Baby you know they lo-like you already. Mum’s the one who invited you. Isaac absolutely loves you and is obsessed with you, ‘Chelle made a joke that you’re gonna have to have him on your lap when we’re eating. You can wear any of the dresses you’ve been wearing. You look phenomenal in them. I’m gonna wear shorts so you’ll be fine. What’s this about?” Her head spun. Shorts? At Christmas? No no no. What?

“Huh? Not a suit? Or at least trousers and a shirt? You’re wearing shorts?”

“I’m not wearing a fucking suit, it’s summer. It’s way too warm to do that.”

“Oh.”

“We can head out tomorrow, find a new dress for you if you want. But if you want my opinion you should wear that little red one you have, it’s cute. You look good in all your summer dresses, but red is kinda Christmassy, right?”

“But it’s a summer one?”

“And it’s probably gonna be like thirty. What’s wrong with that?”

Her head was filled with the reminder of the year before, of her mother’s glare at the heels Em made herself wear because if she didn’t she’d barely be allowed into the party. But they were only Primark so they weren’t good enough. And she didn’t have many presents for Dan’s family and

“Emmy. What’s up? Talk to me.”

“It’s stupid. But if I didn’t have changes for the different parts of Christmas Day and if I wasn’t wearing a formal dress and heels and men weren’t in suits then it wasn’t acceptable. Plus I only have little presents not proper gifts, I don’t know what to do.”

“Calm down. It’s ok. All you need to do is turn up as yourself, that’s it. We’re having a barbecue and hanging out by the pool cause it’s way too hot for anything else, I promise. We’ll be in swimwear most of the time.”

The next morning Em was still half convinced she should try to have something proper to wear, but Dan convinced her there was no need. If she wanted to go shopping he’d drive her in and help her choose, but she didn’t have to. She didn’t need to do it so his family would like her, they’d like her anyway. Instead it was a morning of soft kisses on the couch to convince her but Em agreed to wear the red dress Dan liked so much. It had a shallow v neck, was knee length, and the fabric had a white floral pattern. Dan insisted it looked wonderful with the soft tan she’d picked up since they got into the country. Pairing it with black slip on sandals meant she’d be ok. She’d look fine.

Which led her to the freak out of how could she appear at Joe and Grace’s home to stay a few nights without bringing anything as a thank you? She couldn’t do that. So they stood in the Cole’s checkout queue for far too long on the 23rd as Dan watched her pick out her baking ingredients. By that evening there was a berry tart and a three layer chocolate cake packaged up in the fridge awaiting delivery with them. It was entirely stress baking, even Dan knew it. But he didn’t make any comments. Instead he sat on the kitchen counter and watched, stealing strawberries and taste testing her concoctions.

Christmas Eve morning arrived and Em wasn’t as nervous as she thought she’d be. The full day of Dan talking to her about how it was going to be alright and everyone was looking forward to see her had helped. There were still nerves, but she was going to spend a couple of nights with people who wanted her there, wear cute clothes, and she had host presents to give as a thanks for being invited. Really she couldn’t wait.

Plus Dan had made it his personal job to make sure that she was completely relaxed that moaning. It started with slow morning sex, Em waking up to kisses along her shoulder and wandering hands. After that a shower for the two of them and waffles with her leftover berries for breakfast really helped, Em fully relaxed. She double checked that the presents were all perfectly wrapped and packed to go, and after lunch she decided to finally start getting ready for heading over.

Dan was sitting on the side of the bed switching between watching her put makeup on and fiddling with his phone. She knew she wanted to look mostly natural but she put a red lip on to go with her dress. She was put together and ready to go. She could do this. It was going to be good. As soon as she opened her lipstick up Dan spoke.

“You know red’s a risky colour when you consider I’m definitely stealing kisses under the mistletoe.”

“The package says it’s kiss proof. You’ll be fine stealing a peck.”

“Ah my sweet, innocent Emmy. You thinkI’m gonna steal just one little peck?” He grinned and kissed her briefly but filthily, tongue slipping between her lips as Em kissed him back.

“That’s the last one, your entire family will be around.”

“And?”

“And that means your family and kids. So no.”

“We’ll find somewhere, you’re not gonna make me go a full day without a kiss.” He pursed his lips at her but Em ignored them, focusing on making sure her liner was perfect and her lipstick matched it.

“You know you’re ridiculous, right?” It was supposed to be a joke, but he got the look on his face that she knew meant he’d done something.

“Talking about ridiculous, actually-“

“Daniel what did you do?” He went to his side of the wardrobe, pulling out a red glittery box from behind some bedsheets.

“Before you say anything, I did nothing. It was all Santa. Not me.” He handed Em the box and she looked up at him carefully. They’d agreed that he wasn’t getting her a present this year because he’d paid for her flights to Austin and Perth. She never wanted him to ever think that she was friends with him because of his money. None of it mattered to her.

“Dan we said.”

“I know. But it was Santa. And he couldn’t give this to you in front of everyone so it had to be now.”

“What have you done?”

She opened the box he’d handed her carefully, lifting the lid and pulling back two layers of tissue paper to reveal the gifts. The main one was some of the most beautiful lingerie she’d ever seen in her life. It was sage green and lacy, the fabric soft against her finger. The corset wasn’t a proper one, not boned but she knew it’d look amazing. A pair of stockings at the bottom of the box made her realise how perfect it would be.

“It’s nothing. I just wanted—“

“Oh this is pretty. This is really, really pretty.” She lifted the underwear out to let the lace catch the light, admiring the design through it.

“You like it??” Dan sounded nervous.

“I really like it. I mean, I could wear it Boxing Day when we get b…what’s this?” As she moved tissue paper a smaller box she hadn’t realised was there hit off her fingers. Em picked it up and looked at the sleek silver lettering. For her pleasure. When she opened the box there was a light lavender vibrator in the black box. A charging cable was neatly beside it along with a dust bag.

“Look if you don’t wanna use it, it’s fine. If you want to pretend that you never saw it and throw it away, that’s completely fine. But we were talking and you said you’d never tried one, so I thought why not? It could be an option for you.”

Em’s cheeks were on fire as she realised that Dan was doing it for her. She’d barely made it through the awkward conversation when he’d asked her what she liked in bed. It was impossible to explain how bad her sex life had been before him. She’d never thought it was, but the way he acted when she said it was ok for him to not worry about her orgasms had soon taught her the opposite. She still remembered the way Gregory looked at her when she said she wasn’t enjoying their sex life. Now she knew he’d been with Millie that entire time when he insisted she was enjoying herself.

She forced herself out of her thoughts, staring at Dan. He looked worried and she forced a smile. His face relaxed when he realised she was ok.

“Will you use it with me?” She felt like her body was about to rip apart from shakes and nerves as she got the words out but Dan’s grin made it worth it.

“Absolutely. We can do it right now.”

“We have to go to your parents, so when we get back. And thank you. But Dan you didn’t have to. I don’t need presents, you paid for my flights. That was enough.”

“I mean I think it’s technically more for us than just you, so it’s fine. Right?” She grinned at him and leaned against his shoulder for a moment before getting up.

“Get dressed or you’ll be late.” Em started to fix her makeup as Dan looked at her.

“Can I watch you get dressed first?”

“No touching, but you can.”

“You’re killing me here, woman!” It hurt to not just sit in his lap and kiss him but they were already starting to be late. She couldn’t be late for a visit that involved staying over.

As a little nod to his request, Em slicked on a light pink lipstick instead of the red one she planned on wearing before putting on her red dress. The no touching rule was ignored the second she moved past Dan. Instead he squeezed her butt and kissed her neck before going to get changed. As promised he was casual, one of his party shirts, a pair of shorts, and Vans. Effortlessly handsome as normal and Em was jealous of how good his slightly longer curls and stubble looked.

If she was honest to herself all she wanted to do was take her dress off, get rid of the stupidly expensive shirt he was wearing and spend the day kissing him. Ask him to use the new toy sitting in the box. But they couldn’t. They needed to get going. When they were about to head out the door Dan decided to steal a kiss. It was supposed to be just one final one, but it turned into two. Then three. Then Em was pinned against the wall, hands running through Dan’s hair as his hands gripped her hips and waist. She pushed her lips to wherever she could reach, kissing up the bridge of his nose and along his cheeks.

Em would never admit it in a month of Sundays to him, but it was the right decision to not wear the red lipstick. Her whole face would be red. They needed to go. Get in the car and leave, but he was addictive. It was one of the things she adored about him and sometimes hated, how hard he was to leave behind. Every time they said it was the last one there was just one more.

She knew they wouldn’t be able to do this for another two days. The plan was to stay with Grace and Joe for Christmas Eve and Day, so they could be around all the family for the festivities before coming back on Boxing Day. Which meant no touching or kissing, and she couldn’t say no to the last make out session for 48 whole hours. She giggled at Dan’s expression as he moved away, Em using her thumb to clean the sheen of lipstick from his lip.

The one thing she didn’t expect was Dan grabbing her hand when they walked to his truck, and holding it again in between shifting gears while he was driving. It had never been a thing for them until they arrived in Perth. They’d been grocery shopping and picking up last minute presents in a crowded supermarket, everyone out to prepare for the season. Out of the blue there were fingers linking hers, Dan holding her hand while they walked through the aisles. His fingers interlaced with hers until they got to the checkout, and then went back as they walked back to the truck.

Grabbing someone’s hand for a moment in a crowded place was fine. Friends did that in busy places so they didn’t lose each other, especially when one of them was new to a place. You don’t lace your fingers with them. And Em couldn’t bring herself to let it go while she tried to ignore the size difference or how good it felt.

She really did try not to think about it, but it was impossible while his thumb rubbed lazy circles against her skin. He was soft and warm and his long fingers were one of her favourite things in the world. Sitting in the car then she could admit it to herself, she loved him. She loved the way he made her feel about herself almost as much as she loved him. And then the playlist flipped over and a grin spread across her face while she heard the opening fiddle strains of Our Song.

Em didn’t even need to say anything. All she did was look over as Dan was intently staring at the road with a grin on his face to know he did it deliberately. He’d learned pretty early on that a surefire way to cheer her up was to put Taylor on. Em could still never thank him enough for that night in Philadelphia when they’d gotten to see Our Song live without the band. It had been magical. Dan started to sing along with his exaggerated accent to make her giggle. There was nobody else for her, all she could focus on was being happy. The nerves, the worry faded away as she sung with hi, and collapsed into giggles when they finished. Em sang it looking over at him, watching how he grinned and shimmied in his seat as they drove the road back to the city instead of staying out at the countryside. All she wanted was to kiss him silly and start her Christmas Day sharing a bed with him. It’d still be worth it, but it was weird.

She may not have gotten a Christmas Eve kiss from her favourite member of the family, but Isaac wouldn’t let her go and kept kissing her cheek. He insisted on sitting next to her at dinner, Dan on Em’s other side. Dan casually ran his hand along her thigh under the table cloth as they all ate. She joked and laughed along with everyone, getting Isaac to eat his veggies thanks to the joy of stealing from Auntie Emmy’s plate and not even realising what was happening.

The best part about the meal was nobody judged her for her plate of food. Everyone else was eating the Feast of the Seven Fishes, plates piled with seafood that she didn’t particularly enjoy. Instead Grace had handed her a plain one, with pasta and sauce and cheese. She smiled when she got it, getting a “enjoy”.

There was no pressure on Em to try new things. The serving platters were spread on the table for people to take what they liked. If she wanted something and it looked good to her she could have it. If she liked it, great. If not Dan was happy to eat off her plate. Once they started talking and sharing drinks she couldn’t remember why she was so nervous. She knew the Ricciardo’s. She’d spent days with them, relaxing and watching Dan race. This was just another dinner like the ones they’d had before, except here they had a celebration as an excuse.

When dessert came around Grace brought out Em’s cake and tart, placing them in the centre of the table.

“Em made these, so I’m saving the pav for tomorrow. I hadn’t put it together and these are fresh!” Grace announced as she handed out bowls, Joe cutting into the cake first and showing the layers. It was congratulations and compliments towards Em, Isaac grinning as he ate his tart. It felt strange to get complimented for what she’d done by people. Usually she stayed quiet and in the background because she didn’t want to speak too loudly.

Even with the worry that someone would ask questions Em could feel herself relaxing beside Dan. He had his arm resting on the back of her chair, hugging around her shoulders like it was nothing. She wanted to move away but she couldn’t, Isaac on her lap before she lifted him and carried him into the living room for Christmas Eve presents. They settled in on the sofa, Isaac waking up a bit more and looking around.

Em wasn’t expecting anything. They’d welcomed her into their home, offered her somewhere to stay and it was more than she thought. But as stockings were handed out Joe offered one over to her.

“Everyone gets a stocking. We guessed on the pjs, apologies if they’re too big.” She smiled as she opened it, Isaac handed back to Michelle so Em could open it. Inside was new shorts pjs with red and black checkers, shampoo and conditioner, and a mixture of sweets. There was also a new notebook and a smooth writing pen. She couldn’t believe it. It was presents chosen specifically for her. The tiny little gold E in the bottom right corner of the notebook cover proved that for her. It was the middle of summer, she was in Australia for Christmas, and there was a group of people together who genuinely liked each other and somehow liked her. It didn’t feel real.

As midnight hit it was hugs and congratulations, everyone heading towards their rooms as they were shooed away with the promise that Santa was on his way so everyone had to go to bed. For the first time in far too long she didn’t have to suppress a shudder as someone who wasn’t Dan hugged her, smiling at Grace and Joe and returning the hug. Michelle and her husband got a one armed one that she gave willingly. It felt magical. And it wasn’t weird that the biggest hug was from Dan. She wouldn’t kiss him in front of everyone, but once everyone was going to bed he followed her into the guest room she was staying in.

“Two hands or the hug doesn’t count, right?” Em asked as he pulled her into a hug. His head leaned against hers and Em pushed her head into the spot where his neck and shoulder met. Alone she was able to run her hands along his warm back, pulling him close as Dan nodded and squeezed her waist. “That’s my huggy boy.”

As he hugged she didn’t want to let go, holding onto him in the privacy. Dan pushed kisses to the top of her head and her shoulder as much as he could. Em was just glad to have him there. He made things easier for her. She’d come with him and been so nervous but it was easy with him. Terrifying, but easy. She looked up at him and saw the smile, reaching up on her toes to kiss him.

The smile on Dan’s face as he realised what was going on and what she was doing would sustain Em forever. He was contagiously happy as they kissed, and Em was so close to telling him everything. But for the first time in years she was going to have a good Christmas and she couldn’t say no. She couldn’t ruin that on herself. So she held onto him as he kissed the top of her head and pretended everything was fine. She could do it.

“You need to go back,” Em whispered, afraid of breaking the spell between them.

“Can I stay here?”

“You need to go. What if your parents find out?”

“It’ll be fine. I’ll go back to my room early in the morning. Please?” She couldn’t resist him and he knew that.

“Fine.” It was one more kiss before she went to get her pjs on. They were curled up in bed and Em heard him barely whisper.

“Merry Christmas, Emmy.”

“Merry Christmas, Dimples. Thanks for inviting me tonight,” she murmured before pushing a kiss to his shoulder and cuddling in to sleep.

“Any time, Wrinkles. It’s gonna be the first of many.”

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Stress Relief ❤️‍🔥

I'm still hung up on Jay White, but can you really blame me? 😂 I'll get back to writing my requested stories as soon as I stop swooning over this man 🫠 Word Count: 1.6k Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion 🙂 When Jay is stressed, you help him relieve some of it...

Something seemed off with Jay when he sauntered into the kitchen after getting a phone call from Austin and Colten. He stood with his palms pressed against the counter, completely lost in thought while you put away some clean dishes.  “Penny for your thoughts?” you asked gently.

Your words seemed to grab his attention.

“What? Oh, sorry love. Just thinking over what the boys told me about Billy. I guess he was really pissed about us showing up unannounced at his house with a camera crew. Grouchy old man! I wish my bat would’ve gotten a taste of his oversized tv,” he said with a scowl. “He’s considering taking it up with HR,” “Would he really do that? You guys didn’t even do anything, just toyed around with a couple of his things and admired some pictures on the wall. No harm, no foul,” you shrugged. “It’s not like you to worry about such things though baby. What’s bothering you so much about it?”

Jay let out a rush of air, clearly growing more frustrated by the minute.

“To be honest, I’m not even sure. I’m letting this whole thing with Billy and The Acclaimed mess with my head. Ugh, I need some fresh air,” He threw his hands in the air as he made his way out the back door.

45 minutes had gone by with no sign of Jay. You had since finished up in the kitchen and started getting yourself ready for bed. You stole one of his wrestling t-shirts out of the dresser before brushing your teeth and turning down the bed. It felt odd laying there without him, so you went on a hunt to find him. You checked each room in the house before looking out by the pool with no such luck. A lightbulb when off in your head when you thought to check the home gym attached to the garage next. Sure enough, when you approached the door, you heard the weights on a machine clanking together and his favorite music blasting. You leaned against the doorway with your arms crossed taking in the sight of your man as he continued his workout.

He was wearing one of his cut off shirts along with a pair of shorts that were hanging off the v of his hips, his arms and forehead glistening with sweat as he pushed himself harder and harder. You were practically salivating! The grunts he made as he worked his body sent a jolt of lust straight to your core. After stepping away from the machine, he picked up a couple of the free weights and began doing arm curls with them in front of the wall of mirrors. You decided to make your presence known by walking up behind him and meeting his eyes in one of the mirrors. The smile that covered his face when he saw you in his t-shirt made you go weak in the knees! Jay was about to put the weights down when you yelled out over the loud music

“Don’t stop on my account! I’m enjoying the view,” He chuckled at your remark, not daring to disappoint you by ceasing his movements. You saw the remote to the sound system in the reflection of the mirror, so you grabbed it and turned the volume down while also changing the genre.

“That doesn’t sound like workout music,” he pointed out when he heard the tempo change. “Oh, but it is workout music baby,” you replied coyly. “Just not for the type of workout you’re doing currently,”

Jay sat his weights down in a hurry when he caught on to what you were implying before hopping over a weight bench on his way over to you. You were lost in a fit of giggles when he took you in his arms and began planting kisses up and down the length of your neck. He drug his long fingers up your bare thighs, bunching up your t-shirt with his hands before gripping your hips tightly with them. His accent was ever present when he whispered against the shell of your ear.

“And what kind of workout did you have in mind, love?”

Your brain instantly turned to mush from his words, making you lose your nerve. When Jay noticed your sudden shyness, he made sure to capitalize on it.

“Come on sweet girl, don’t back down now. Why don’t you tell me the real reason you came out here. Better yet, why don’t you tell me what was going through that pretty little head of yours when you were watching me,” You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, swallowing hard when you saw how flushed your cheeks were. Your body was giving itself away from the color of your cheeks to your enlarged pupils, to the rapid rise and fall of your chest. Your fingertips seemed to tingle while they rested on Jay’s muscular arms, his scent was dancing around your nose. He was only mere inches away from your face, his breath tickling your skin, but that didn’t even feel like it was close enough! It was no surprise that he was having this kind of effect on you, he always has.

Your words came out rushed as you scrambled trying to find the right ones to respond with.

“I-I was just getting ready for bed. It didn’t feel right not having you next to me, th-that’s it,”

“I see. And is that what you’re still wanting? To go back inside and get some sleep?”

When you shook your head no, Jay pulled you flush against his body, using his  fingers to outline your jaw before running his thumb across your lips. You melted into his touch when he cupped your cheek with his hand, earning a small gasp from him when you turned and kissed his palm.

“I’m not tired anymore,” you said suggestively. “I’d much rather help you relive some of your stress,” “I’m all yours sweet girl. You’re in control, do what you want with me. Make me forget all about anything and everything that’s not you,” With your palm flat on his chest, you backed Jay up until his calves contacted the weight bench. You hooked your fingers under the waistband of his shorts and underwear, pulling them down simultaneously. You instructed him to sit on the bench, his length standing at attention ready for whatever you had in store. He watched you intently as you pulled your own panties down, stepping out of them before straddling his lap.

Your entrance hovered above his tip, your arousal already making it slick. With your hands on his shoulders, you inched yourself down on Jay. He licked his lips and sighed at the feeling of you around him, the look in his eyes practically begging you to take the rest of him in. You had one more thing you wanted to say first.

“Don’t think baby, only feel. It’s just you and me, nothing else matters besides that,”

Your lips parted while you sat all the way down, the fullness you were feeling now was delectable! Your walls stretched around Jay as you found your rhythm, pleasure overtaking you. The string of pants and moans Jay let out as you rocked your hips was euphoric and music to your ears.

You had that man seeing stars! You pulled his hair tie out and tossed it to the floor, grabbing a handful of his sweaty locks with each of your hands and tugging. Your lips crashed against his before he had the chance to release a sound.

Jay wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you tightly against his chest and nuzzling his face in your neck. The friction his body was creating against yours was sending you into overdrive, making you work harder and harder for the sweet ecstasy that your orgasm would bring.

“God love, you are incredible. Just look at yourself in the mirror! Look at you taking me so well, look at how perfectly we connect,” Jay murmured. There was something so very erotic and sexy about seeing things unfold in the mirror. It was nearly impossible to look away now! You both got lost in your reflection as you enjoyed the view. Jay could tell by the way your walls were tightening around him that you were moments away from unraveling.

“That’s it sweet girl, don’t hide from it. Don’t look away. Look how beautiful you are as you’re about to cum!” he encouraged.

With a few more rocks of your hips, you fell apart around him. You watched as your body and legs shook, how your mouth fell open, and how incredibly consumed with lust Jay appeared to be. His hands supported your back as you rode out the remainder of your orgasm, ultimately bringing him over the edge with you.

You smiled against Jay’s lips as you stole kisses from him while he tried to steady his breathing, still reveling in the way he felt inside of you. The two of you were a sweaty, sticky mess but it didn’t bother either of you.

“Feeling any better?” you whispered against his neck.

“So much better, love. I think all I needed was a dose of you. You seem to be the cure for all,” Jay replied, his words still a little breathy. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,”

With one last glance in the mirror, you removed yourself from Jay and the two of you made your way back into the house. When you were settled in bed, you snuggled in close and fell into a deep sleep. That night Jay had the best night of sleep he’s had in a while, waking up the next morning a little sore from is double workout from the night before.

[chiriwritesstuff]

Random Headcanons from Random Characters in 'The Girl in IT' Pt. 3 - Minor Characters

Have you always wondered how Tess came to work at Miller Construction Group? Or how Ellie ended up being adopted by Joel? Here are the headcanons for the rest of the gang at Miller Construction Group! Read Joel's and Sugar's lists!

Tess Servopoulos:

Tess actually met the Miller Brothers by chance. She was fresh out of a divorce and went to Austin on a whim- they met at a pool hall. She did have a minor attraction to Joel - before he met Sugar, but their tempers and clashing personalities never allowed a romantic relationship to flourish. Joel helps Tess by giving her a Job, which gives her the fresh start she was desperately searching for.

For those curious, she and Joel have never been intimate with each other, not even a kiss!

She IS slightly jealous of Sugar, though. I think it's more because everyone sees a different side of Joel with her around, which solidifies the fact that Joel never saw Tess as a potential romantic partner.

Joel also helped Tess further her career by paying for her MBA.

Tess lives in Joel's old house (in the show). It is completely renovated, of course.

Tommy Miller (& Maria):

Tommy is the Construction Superintendent for Miller Construction Group. He's the man on the ground, managing the project from the site.

Before Sugar, Joel would never watch porn at work, but Tommy would. He once disabled the entire company server with a virus, and their old IT specialist, Gloria, subsequently quit afterward from all of the stress.

Tommy would sometimes "spy" on Sugar before she started to work for the company. If he saw her in passing, he would mention it to Joel, asking him why he just doesn't get his head out of his ass and just talk to you.

Maria is the official "office mom". She runs the odd errands, offers to pick up lunch for people, and acts as a recon for Sarah. Like Connie, she knows everything that happens in the office.

Joel and Sugar are not the only ones who fool around in the office...

Sarah Miller:

Sarah is slightly younger than Sugar (Sugar is 36, Sarah is 32). Sarah was initially weirded out by this fact but being that her husband is older than her by ten years, she's a lot more open to her relationship with Joel. She also found an old Polaroid photo of Sugar in Joel's nightstand drawer once while looking for something, and she tells herself that she won't get in the way of her father's happiness.

She is married and has one child, making Joel a grandfather. Sarah's husband also works at MCG as an Electrician. They had a secret romance - Joel had walked into her office, catching them making out which led to him punching him out. Her eventual husband then spends a year trying to convince Joel that he is in love with Sarah, and only ends up relenting when he witnesses a sweet moment between the two of them, realizing how happy Sarah is with him. Joel still gives her husband a hard time, though.

Sarah kept her last name after she got married.

She has a bachelor's degree in communications.

It is rumored that Sarah was only placed as the head of HR only because she had to keep cleaning Tommy's messes (because let's not forget- he watches porn at work too), and Joel didn't feel comfortable with an outsider handling their business.

Ellie Williams-Miller:

Ellie moved to Austin with her Guardian, Marlene. Marlene was hired as the Head Architect for MCG, so Ellie was always hanging around the office in her youth. When Marlene suddenly passed away when she was 14, Joel felt like he owed it to Marlene to adopt Ellie. This happened five years after Joel met Sugar, which makes Ellie 19 going on 20 in TGIIT (I did age her up a bit).

Ellie loves music and noticed Sugar with her Sennheiser Headphones in her office, naturally, she waltzed into her office asking about it. They bonded with their love of music - Ellie feels comfortable enough with Sugar to talk to her about her problems. Sugar is the person she comes out to first, asking her for advice on how to approach Joel with the topic.

Ellie has a crush on Riley, an engineering student working under Bill.

When Ellie finds out about Sir Bubbles (Sugar's cat), she begs Joel to help her make a cat tree for Sugar's birthday. This cat tree is massive.

Ellie is tattooed, just like how she is in TLOU 2. She got her tattoo at the same time Joel got his - she drew the Sunflower that eventually ended up on his hand.

If Ellie didn't apprentice for MCG she would like to be a tattoo artist.

Bill & Frank:

They are married.

Bill teaches a self-defense class for women, including weapon handling.

Frank is an interior designer.

Frank has a secret group chat with all of his fellow gossips in the office, including Maria and Connie.

Bill cooks for all of the company meetings and seminars. He refuses to be compensated every time.

[daddyhausen]

Could I request Jon Moxley fucking reader’s breasts?

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the locker room door burst open with a fury

one of which made the wood almost rip clean off its hinges as it slammed into the brick wall

you turned your head noticing your husband standing in the doorway

blood seeping from an open wound on his forehead

fresh and congealed crimson stained his skin

his chest heaving with shallow breaths 

skin glistening with sweat

anger evident upon his furrowed brows

the cowboy had bested him this time round

although you could sense jon’s self-loathing due to the loss

he kicked the door closed, locking it in the process 

all the while never averting his gaze from you

“tits out. now”

his demand was rather impatient 

already half naked due to his match, barely ridding himself of the bottom half of his gear

the blood-stained cargo pants sat halfway down his thighs as he sauntered towards your position on the couch 

he pushed out back onto the couch

trapping your between the soft, pillowy fabric and his beaten, exhausted body 

noticing the welts beginning to form around his ribs and stomach 

wanting to extend your hand to trace over them momentarily before refraining 

he did not wait for your chest to even be fully exposed

ripping the zipper clean off your jacket, only revealing the navy blue sports bra underneath 

using his middle and index finger, he pried the elastic away from your skin

slotting his cock between your skin and the material 

his cock nestled in the valley of your breasts 

entombed by supple mounds of flesh 

his grunts and groans entranced you, leaving a pool of wetness between your thighs 

jon’s hands held your shoulders still

fingers tightened their grip around the straps of your sports bra 

until the knuckles turned bone white

you pushed your breasts together with your elbows for added friction 

that and the action made rather accentuated them

making your breasts rounder, more pronounced 

“feel good, daddy?” 

you questioned with an innocent bat of your long eyelashes

“fuck yes, doll…” his reply was short in turn, yet you knew he was genuine 

“open your mouth..wanna cum in it” 

his demand was met with quick obedience on your part

opening your mouth,

tongue sticking out slightly

graciously awaiting his seed

he let a drawn out moan spill from his lips, 

slowing his pace down yet heightening the force of his thrusts as he came

hot spurts of cum stained your cheeks

dripping down your chin and neck until residing into the pillowy cavern between your breasts 

“feeling better?” you inquired , freeing his cock from between your breasts, slowly jerking him off in the process

“yeah…” he gave a small nod in acknowledgement 

“i’d feel even better if i was buried in that cunt of yours”

your eyes glimmered with another burst of arousal, 

the swell of wetness in your panties dampened 

“well, what are you waiting for?”

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[theworldofotps]

Little Bit Of A Brat (Drabble)

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Reader Word Count: 635 Prompt: "It's hot when you talk back"

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If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ________ Pete wasn’t sure what had gotten into his girlfriend lately, but he was secretly loving it. Normally she wasn’t too bratty in front of his coworkers. But the last couple of days she had been being a super brat, it was probably since he’d been so busy without much time for anything except work. Pete had invited her out to spend two weeks on the road with him and suddenly was slammed with house shows, meet and greets the list went on.

He knew she was trying to be understanding but that bratty part of her was starting to really dislike not having much of his attention since he’d be so tired back at the hotel. Pete tried to keep that in mind when she rolled her eyes and gave him attitude. But flipping him off and walking away when he tried to ask if she wanted to get dinner was the last straw.

Collecting his bag Pete left catering slowly making his way down the hallway at a casual pace. Normally he would follow right after her into his locker room and handle the bratty behavior but this time he wanted to try something a little different. Pete knew she was expecting him, so he decided to take the long way round.

By the time he was at the locker room door he knew she’d probably be thinking he got busy again, stopping at the door he listened for any noise then pushed it open. Holding back a smirk at the daggers, she threw his way Pete dropped his bag on a chair. Walking past her he got the towel from his toiletry bag, then turned on the shower so he could wash up.

“Strip.”

He told her in a low but firm voice watching as her chin rose her eyes slightly narrowed as she smirked at him.

“I’m a grown woman I think I can decide for myself when I need to get undressed or in the shower. Besides don’t want to waste time getting undressed only for you to run off for another engagement for work.”

“Mm it’s hot when you talk back. I wasn’t giving you a choice brat I said strip and get your ass in the shower.”

“Make me.”

He loved when she got like this so Pete scooped her up putting her on his shoulder making his way back into the bathroom as she tried to wiggle away. Giving a warning slap to her ass he set her down on her feet and given the fact she was wearing one of his black shirts. He ripped it down the middle watching the pieces pool around her hips.

“Now are you going to be a good girl and finish undressing or are you going to continue to be a brat?”

Her silence left him to grab her sweatpants, pulling them down her legs followed by her undergarments. Carrying her squirming body once more he set her on her feet in the shower and grabbed his washcloth lathering it with soap.

“I know you’re upset with me and I’m sorry I know we were supposed to spend these two weeks together. I didn’t know until last minute that all this stuff was going to be given to me.”

He slowly started washing her body and back letting the water hit them both as he scrubbed them clean.

“I took the next four days off so we can do whatever you want when we get to each city.”

Watching her eyes light up Pete smiled kissing her forehead before turning her into the water to rinse off then himself.

“But we can’t let your behavior go unpunished so on your knees dove and don’t fight me about it, we both know how much you love having my cock in your mouth.”

[kcnnyjcnncr]

New Mexico Dinner 🍴 || Kendall and Austin.

Kendall had been laying low at the house in which Austin was renting in New Mexico, she decided to do a little cleaning and once that was done she went out by the pool and sunbathed naked, which she had been known to do when it was just her at home in Los Angeles or at her place in New York City which had a roof top pool.

As she was finishing a book she brought with her out to the pool she got a text from Austin telling her they were doing dinner and to dress up. Luckily she had brought a couple cute dresses. She decided to wear her gold one cause she wanted people to notice who was on his arm on this night, it was there first real date night out in public and she was definitely going to take advantage of it. She got out of the shower and was doing her make up as she heard him coming into the house and called out, "Give me twenty minutes to finish my hair, make up, and get dressed, than I am all yours for the night. By the way, do I get on any hints on where we are going?"

@ausbutlerrp

[dylansslutt]

timing/ a.b

Austin butler

 summary: you have been the right person wrong timing for too long

warnings: just slight pda,

this man is so fine also this was a request, i hope you enjoy xx. ALL WORK IS MINE, DO NOT COPY!

 walking out the set for the final film day of season 6 as of right now, we come back in about 6 weeks. yellowstone has been amazing to come in and join, especially being from the south yourself.

 yawning as you pop your neck, pulling your phone out your back pocket. the phone lights up, notifications from your social media and text cross your eyes. clicking on your best friend texts she sent

sel bestie boo

 did you see the interview

 he said u were his celebrity crush

 whabdjgrjgn the fuckkkk i told you this years ago!!!!

 my eyes widen in confusion as my hands hit the link to the youtube video, hands opening the door of my trailer stepping inside. austin butler’s face appears on my screen.

 the two of you have been friends for years, starring in carrie diaries together as well as disney back in the day. haven’t really talked much this past year though, “so austin tell me...”

 the interviewer goes on to question him, as you pull your pants down sitting on the toilet. his voice fills the room listening to the interviewer talking about his new film. “yea, it’s been real fun... amazing honestly.”

 “so tell me since the carrie diaries, do you still speak to y/n?” your eyes widen hurrying to hop off the toilet. hands wrap around the phone watching him rub his neck with a chuckle, a smile makes way onto your face for a moment.

 “not as much as i’d like...” the blush was apparent making the interviewer call it out, “she for sure was one of the best people to work with, i mean she’s absolutely stunning and a dedicated worker...”

 that’s not calling me his crush but it definitely sparked something inside you. pulling up your messages instead, texting back your best friend.

 wtf do i even do??

 nd he did not say that he said i was fun to work with

 well stunnin :)

  you knew his movie elvis was about to come out, only a few weeks before the new season of your show you’ve been working on. thinking long and hard, you decide to text him.

  hey austin, its y/n/n

 and that was sent, a knock on your trailer door made your head snap in that direction. it was ian “oh hey ian.”

 he smiles at me, “we all are gonna go out for drinks, ya’ coming?” you smile back nodding, “yea i’ll be right there!”

  pushing the little infatuation that clouds your mind for a second away, standing up and grabbing the bag on the chair. stuffing your phone and necessities in it as well before heading out.

-

 everyone was already a bit drunk, celebrating the new season to come out as we finally get a break before our interviews. the guys were throwing darts or playing pool as us girls sat taking shots.

  laughing at kelly’s face, you almost slip out the chair. your shot spills across the table making you squeal softly, “no!”

kelsey grabs onto you steadying you as your giggle, “i spilled the shot!” she laughs and calls over to the bartender for another shot as the jennifer cleans the mess up.

 reaching for my buzzing phone, my eyes light up at the sight of austin’s text back.

 hey! i was actually just thinking ab you

 seeing that you glance back up at the girls, “hey im gonna step outside for a second.” you mutter before walking off. clicking his number as you hit the door, the phone rings as you dig for a cigarette.

 “hey, y/n...” his voice rang out from the other side, you smile to yourself as you spoke. “hey austin, how are you?”

 “im doing good, how are you? it’s been a minute.” you nod as if he could see you, “im good too, it has been a minute...”

 “i saw your interview and it made me think about you...” he chuckles from the other side, “i figured you probably did, are you in cali?”

 “yea, i actually just got done filming today. we are out drinking right now.” shuffling was heard from the other side, a girls voice was heard before austin muttered something.

 “well that’s cool, i’ll text you and maybe we could grab lunch or something?”

 “yea, sure. it was good to hear from you...” you facepalm yourself from those words, but his response made your stomach flip.

 “i wasn’t lying, your still one of the best people to work with.” you roll your eyes but say your goodbyes. heading back inside to happily cheer for yourself.

-

 days have passed and your were back in your flat in la, scrolling through tiktok deciding to shut your phone off instead. it was only 11 am, so you decide to start getting ready for the day.

 before you could get off the couch, your phone rang leaving you to flip it over. austins name popped up across making you sit up straighter. “hello?”

 “hey, y/n/n!” his voice was cheerful, you lean back as he goes to speak again. “Are ya’ busy today?”

 “no, im not doing much. why?” you bit your lip hoping maybe a part of him actually wanted to see you again. the memories of the two of you sitting together in your trailers talking for hours on night, or the secret kisses you shared off screen.

 after carrie diaries you got a role as a lead character in the 100 series, along with filming a couple of movies. timing and being apart lead to things not working and he got in a relationship with vanessa for a period.

 “well, would ya’ like to go to lunch with me?” your eyes widen for a moment before you lick your lips, “yea sure, im just gonna shower first but text me the place and ill meet you there.”

 -

  arriving at the spot, noticing its small diner and many people weren’t here. stepping out of your car, you go to pull your phone out to text austin but he walks over to you.

 “hey there shortie.” he jokes about your height before pulling you into a hug. “hey...” your arms wrap around your waist before pulling back. he stares down at you and you notice the dark brown hair he has.

 “you look good as a brunnett.” he smiles for a moment, “elvis presley, ironic.” as you only lived about a hour away from memphis before moving. the two of you make way inside, sitting down in the booth across from each other.

 the two of you caught up like time never passed, eating and laughing. you notice how he complimented you a lot, or the way he stared at you. ignoring it as you took the last bite, “this place is actually really good, where’d you find it?”

 “a few years ago, i passed by it and ate. been coming here for privacy ever since.” you nod as he explains before you push the plate away. “well im so full.”

 “hey what are you doing today?” he just shrugs, “im free today and tomorrow, so not much really.”

 you smirk slightly, “good, im holding you hostage for the day.” his eyebrows raise for a moment, “oh really now?”

 “yes now come on we are gonna do something we haven’t done in years.” you grab his hand pulling him up and out the seat. “oh lord, i don’t even know what you are thinking.”

  the both of you ended back at your place, unlocking the door as you step inside. he follows in behind you and you sigh before twirling back at him. “we both are so busy, when was the last time you sat down and watched movies?”

 he tries to think before shrugging, “it’s been a minute.” you point at him, “exactly why we are gonna be lazy and have a movie marathon.”

  he laughs, “sounds good to me.” thankfully he was dressed casual so he would be comfortable to chill out, but you tell him to look through as you change out your jeans.

 settling on some shorts, leaving your shirt alone you head into the living room. “what ya’ find.”

 “the avengers?” you nod in agreement before grabbing a blanket and settle down beside him. he lifts his arm up so you could get comfortable, you relax your head against him.

 the movie plays and you dont notice much, until his fingers start trailing up and down your arm. glancing up slightly his attention was focused on the movies, glancing back you ignore the feeling that over came you.

 you shift up making him glance at you, “you okay.” you nod, “yea my arm went asleep.”

  he nods looking back at the movie, you study his features for a moment before he looks back over at you. looking at the tv fast you glance back seeing him looking at you.

 “what?” he shakes his head before his eyes flicker on your lips for a moment, yours flicker to his before his hand cups your cheek. lips on yours his tongue brushes against yours, as his free hand grasp your waist.

 your hands were ontop of his shoulders, you could feel him hardening under you. you pull away for a moment, eyes landing on yours. he pushes your free strands of hair back, making you close your eyes for a second.

 “i’ve missed ya’...” he nips at your neck, a smile coys your lips at the comment. “i missed you too, austin,” he pulls you down into a hug making your heart jump for a moment.

 “what are you thinking?” you mutter softly after a few minutes of silence, just cuddling and the movie in the background. he leans back slightly as you look at him.

 “do you wanna go on a date sometime.” you stare at him for a moment, “no.”

 his face drops for a moment before you laugh, “im just kidding, of course i’d love too.” he pushes you softly before laughing, “you know what his feels like?”

 “years back filming together?”

 “like this has been right person wrong timing, for far too long.” your eyes widen at his words, surprised at the fact you both felt the same way the entire time. you lean in closely, “far too long.” you reply before kissing him again.

 you fall back on the couch as he hovers over you, “so we’re ordering pizza and havign a sleepover?” his eyes stare into yours as his kisses your forehead. “whatever you want baby.”

[cowgurrrl]

Requesting and begging for an OFTM uni where actress!reader is heavily pregnant and there’s a cute little family pool day (Joel being overprotective of reader in the pool bonus scene plsssssssss) happening at home with Joel taking care of dessert and he burns the pie or something and it’s actress!reader, Tommy and Joel in the kitchen trynna salvage whatever with Joel trying to get her to move away from the smoke and Tommy just takes the pie and the actress!reader in, looks at Joel and goes “you really can’t pull out anything in time huh???”

Stop this made me laugh so hard I love this

Daylight

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: now what the fuck do y’all know about a Texas Trash Pie

Summary: An almost perfect Texas day with the Millers [2.3k]

Warnings: pregnancy, talks of body image, Hank Miller being the original Shit Stirrer, June your Texas is showing

You love your husband. You really do. However, sometimes you question his choices, like taking the entire family down to Texas before the twins are born. Hank and Lucia are more than happy to see their grandkids, but you're twenty weeks pregnant with the girls and absolutely exhausted. Ethan, Sarah, Ellie, and Dina try to get you out of the house to go to H-E-B with them, one of their favorite things to do when they're in Texas, but you're so sick, you can't even stomach the thought of a car ride. Tommy and Maria, who's also pregnant, are there too, so they can help with Sam. Lucia is also a great help, practically bossing her oldest son around to help you. Not that he needs it, he's always been so supportive, but it's fun to watch their dynamic.

It also doesn't help that Texas is experiencing a record-breaking heatwave while you're there. You can normally withstand heat after so many years in California, but Texas heat is just different, and the extra weight pulling you down makes it ten times worse. The joys of pregnancy, right? Thankfully, the Miller men (and Ellie) help clean and set up the in-ground pool Hank put in a few years ago so you guys can have a family pool day. 

Sam gets slathered in sunscreen, a big floppy hat, a sun shirt, and floaties before Tommy throws him in the pool, the little boy screeching with joy the whole way in. Sarah sits poolside with a book, cheering her husband on while he, Ellie, and Dina throw a football around in the water. Hank grills while Lucia fusses over you and Maria, making sure each of you is comfortable and drinking enough water. And Joel, dear, sweet Joel, is baking for you. 

When you guys got married, Lucia made you what is affectionately known as a Texas Trash Pie. It has chocolate chips, coconut shavings, pecans, pretzels, graham crackers, and probably an ungodly amount of butter in it. Hank's grandmother passed down the recipe when they got married, so she wanted to make it for you guys. It was amazing, perfect, and so Texas that it fit right into your little wedding. With two grown kids and a toddler, you almost forgot about the gooey monstrosity until you returned to Austin. In the few days you've been here, you've been craving it nonstop, and Joel finally decided to make it for you. Lucia tried to help him, but he pushed her out of the kitchen, ordering her to relax so he could make something for his wife. 

So, that's how you end up watching Joel through the windows of his parent's house, making sure he doesn't burn anything down. The girls kick at you and each other incessantly, and you have to push a hand into the side where Baby B lives to get her to calm down. "Would you leave your sister alone, you psycho?" You say, looking down. The big hat Joel forced on your head casts a shadow over your bump, but you're still able to make out a little foot pressing against your skin in protest. Maria catches the movement, too, and makes a shocked noise from next to you, and you laugh. 

"Oh, my God, do they always do that?" 

"Yes! I swear, they're always kicking at each other like they're trying to find more room." You say as Lucia walks over and pulls up a chair to sit between you and Maria.

"How're my two lovelies doing?" She asks, resting a hand on each of your bellies. "Or, I guess, there's five of you if we're counting these lovelies." One of the babies kicks at Lucia's hand, and she laughs. "Well, aren't you just a little troublemaker?"

"You have no idea. This one," you say, moving her hand to where Baby B likes to hang out. "Is only awake when this one," you move her hand again to where A is. "Is asleep. It feels like they only both fall asleep when I'm working or we're driving." 

"That's what she's doing too! She gets antsy if I'm sitting for too long." Maria chimes in, and Lucia shakes her head. 

"The boys were like that too. Now, Joel," she says, looking at you. "Joel was quiet a lot of the time, but if he heard music, forget about it. He'd be up for hours. And Tommy," she looks at Maria. "Tommy would only fall asleep if he was listening to music. Nearly drove Hank crazy."

"He still can't sleep without something playing in the room," Maria says, and you laugh. 

"Miller men are resistant to change. I'm convinced they've got stubbornness in their blood at this point. I barely got Hank to change his soap after he'd been usin' the same one for thirty-five years. Turns out, it was irritating his skin, but he thought it was exfoliating." Lucia says.

"You talkin' bout me?!" Hank calls from his place at the grill, and Lucia shakes her head. 

"You're hearin' things!" She yells, and he points his spatula at you and Maria.

"You girls see how she treats me? Y'all are gonna have to call Elder Protective Services on her." 

"I thought you were forty-five, Grandpa," Ellie says mischievously from the pool, and Hank laughs loudly.

"Shit, that's why you're my favorite!"

"Hey!" Sarah shouts, suddenly looking up from her book, and Hank throws his arms up in defeat.

"Oh, now you're listenin'?"

"When you're talkin' shit, I am!" She says, a twang peeking through her words. Hank and Lucia laugh, but Joel steps out of the house as the words leave her mouth, and he gives her a look.

"Sarah Beth Miller, I know I didn't just hear you talkin' to your grandfather like that." 

"Grandpa started it!"

"Would ya leave the girl alone, Joel?" Hank teases from the grill, and Joel's jaw drops, making you laugh.

"I'm a grown man, and if I curse in front of you or Mama, I still get read the riot act."

"Me too!" Tommy argues from the pool.

"Well, you two ain't our grandkids."

"That's right," Lucia says, and Joel shakes his head, smiling, as he walks over to you. He leans over your chair and kisses you, bumping your hat in the process, and you smile. 

"Ew!" Ellie yells, and Joel flips her off, still kissing you. He scoots to sit next to you, grabbing your hand as he stares at you. Lucia and Maria start talking about something else, giving you two some semblance of privacy, and you send her mental gratitude for it.

"My pie in the oven?" You ask, and he laughs as he kisses your knuckles.

"Yes, ma'am. Should be ready soon."

"Good because the girls are getting impatient."

"Are they now?" He asks, and you nod. He presses the back of his hand to your cheek and furrows his brows. "You're burnin' up, babe. Why don't you get in the pool?"

"Well, here's the problem with that," you start, and his eyes twinkle with amusement. You blame the pregnancy hormones, but you just want to squish his face. He's so goddamn cute. "There are two babies in here, making me huge, and if I get in the pool, I won't be able to get out." 

"You ain't huge."

"Well, I feel like I've got a basketball attached to my body at all times, and that's not small." You say. You are about to launch into a tirade about it, but he kisses you before you can continue. He tastes sweet and a little bit salty, the Texas heat making him sweat, and you can't stop the smile from spreading across your face.

"If I get in the pool with you, will you get in?" He asks quietly, and you take a deep breath.

"Pie's almost ready?"

"Nearly there."

"And you'll help me get out if I get stuck?"

"Always."

"And you'll still think I look good in a bikini even though I'm five months pregnant with twins?"

"I think you look good all the time." He charms you, and you roll your eyes. Finally, he helps you stand from your pool chair, and you pull his purple Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt off, revealing the black swimsuit underneath. Joel wolf whistles when you turn around to hang the shirt on the back of your chair, and you slap his arm. Still, he holds your hand and helps you step down into the pool's cool water. The water helps take some pressure off your hips, and you have to try hard to avoid thinking that you're pretty much a human submarine for your twins. Still, you sigh in relief as you stand in the pool, a satisfied smirk on Joel's face. "Feel better?"

"A little bit." 

"Mama!" Sam yells from the other side of the pool, and you and Joel both turn to look. "Watch what Ethan and I can do!" Ethan hauls Sam onto his broad shoulders without any further warning, and Ellie ducks underwater so Dina can sit on her shoulders. Then, the four of them get into the most dramatic, over-the-top game of chicken you've ever seen in your life. Ellie and Ethan splash at each other blindly while Sam giggles as he holds Dina's hands. Eventually, Ellie tips back and takes Dina down so Sam and Ethan can win. Everyone cheers on Sam and Ethan, including Ellie and Dina, who are good sports about losing. Sam stays on Ethan's shoulders and starts pretending to be a pirate, and you turn back to Joel with a big smile.

"Our kids are pretty cool." You say, and he nods as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"Yeah," he puts his hand on your bump. "You think these two will be just as cool?"

"I think these two are gonna give us a run for our money." 

"Yeah?" 

"Oh, yeah. They've been battling it out with each other all day." You say, and he makes a face as he pauses, waiting to feel movement.

"Seem pretty quiet to me. Maybe they just like me better." He snarks, and you give him a look. He laughs and pulls you close, kissing your forehead, but you try to push him away. 

"Oh, Joel Miller knows everything about this pregnancy! Excuse me, Mister Professor!" You exaggerate as you try to swim away from Joel, but he catches you and pulls you back. You smile when he pouts and ducks his head to kiss your jaw.

"I was just kiddin'. I'm sorry." He mumbles, and you laugh, shaking your head.

"You're fine, Miller." You say. He wraps his arms around your waist, and you turn in his arms, his chest to your back, so you can watch the kids splash around together. The sun is high in the cloudless blue sky, and from here, you can see the acres of the Miller ranch, the stables not too far from the house. Barbeque and chlorine hang in the air as a perfect ode to summer, and you smile as you watch Sam jump in the water to the cheers of his adult siblings and their partners. Joel hums as he rests his chin on your shoulder and traces patterns into your skin.

"D'you ever think we'd be here? Married with five kids?" He asks, and you shake your head, giggling to yourself.

"No," you admit, and he laughs. "But, now that it's here..." You try to come up with the words to explain what your family means to you. How they've changed your life, your career, everything. Except, you can't. You'll spend the rest of your sunshine, kid-filled days trying to describe what this means to you. You could cover every mile of the earth, see every wonder the world has to offer you, meet people from different walks of life, and still never be able to explain why watching Ellie carry Sam through the water tugs at your soul the way it does. Or why seeing Sarah and Ethan relax into each other by the pool makes you want to cry. Or why you look at Hank and Lucia, almost fifty years into their marriage, and see hope and unconditional love and a glimmer of you and Joel. He seems to understand, nodding against your shoulder.

"Yeah," he says as he kisses your cheek. "Me too." You turn to kiss him again, but Hank emerges from the house with a blaring phone, pulling your attention.

"Joel, your phone won't stop goin' off. Now, you know I'm not good with all that tech stuff, so here ya go." Hank says as he hands the phone to Joel. He stares at it, confused like he can't figure out why his alarm is going off before his eyes widen, and he pulls himself out of the water.

"The pie!" He yells as Tommy steps out of the house with a beer. He seems to realize what's happening at the same time Lucia does and quickly turns on his heels to go back into the house. Seconds later, you hear the smoke alarm go off. You laugh and, with Ethan's help, get out of the pool and pad inside. You follow Joel's wet footprints through the house and into the kitchen, where Tommy stands with the burnt pie in his oven-mitt-clad hand. He looks at you, down at the pie, back at you, before looking at Joel, and you can almost hear the thought before he says it.

"Can you just not pull anything out on time or..." He says, and Lucia smacks the back of his head before he can even finish the sentence.

"¡No digas mierda así!"

"¡Pero Mama es verdad! Mira, mira, mira-"

"¡Ay, no! Help your brother!" She yells as she leaves the kitchen. "And help him make a new pie!"

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Austin & Cricket's Holiday Special

Summary: A stressful day of filming has Austin coming home desperate for you, leading to a change of plans and a few surprises along the way. [Part of the Nom De Plume series, but can be read as a standalone.]

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Baking and Decorating Holiday Cookies, Use of Cognitive Behavioural Therapy Terms and Techniques, Angst, Mental Health Struggles, Needy Austin, Soft Sub!Austin, Soft Dom!Reader, Mature/Explicit Themes [Oral – f receiving, Fingering, Masturbation – m performing, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms,  Sex On Top of Food] – 18+ Only

Word Count: 2841

The sound of Austin’s keys dropping in the earthenware bowl on the entryway table startled you out of you deep concentration icing the holiday cookies before you.

Tonight was supposed to be a night out. He was, at last, filming something in Los Angeles and had promised to message you when he was leaving set, so you would have a chance to get ready for dinner at a new restaurant you’d both been wanting to try. But now? Now he was home, with no message notification on your phone. You could tell simply by the sound of his trudging footfalls that it had been one of those days.

Sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you did your best to finish up your current cookie with speed and precision, so that you could turn your full focus onto a man you sense needed an entirely different evening than originally planned. You felt his long arms wrap around your waist, pressing flush against your back as he buried his face in the crook of your neck with a shuddering sigh. Aware of the icing smudged on your fingertips, you pressed your forearms into his in greeting.

“Hey…” You said softly in recognition of the heaviness of his form against you. He seemed barely able to hold himself up.

“…hey…” He whispered against your skin, and you were pretty certain you felt the damp of tears.

You set down the piping bag before carefully turning in his arms to hold him tightly, still being very careful to keep your mucky hands off his silky button-up.

“Let’s stay in.” You looked up at his red-rimmed eyes before kissing away a few rogue tears that had snuck past his eyelashes.

He nodded wordlessly and you gently released him.

“Why don’t you start the shower and I’ll meet you there?”

Decompression after a difficult day, for Austin, usually began with a shower. Sometimes he would want company, others he would need solitude. You were guessing the grip on your waist was a silent request for companionship.

“Please.” He whispered with a nod but grew distracted by the smudges of coloured sweetness on your fingers as you pulled them back.

He snatched your wrists with viper-like speed and wrapped his generous lips around your fingertips, sucking and licking one hand clean before attacking the other. Oh, it was one of those days.

“J…just need to put some things in the fridge and I’ll be right there.” You stuttered, swallowing thickly.

He hummed in agreement and released your now-clean digits before trudging towards the primary ensuite. You washed your hands – these cookies were gifts and Austin’s saliva was yours alone, before popping the icing and last bit of dough in the fridge and double-checking the oven was off. Following after Austin, you collected the trail of clothing that he had shed in his wake. You were uncertain if it was exhaustion or an ad-hoc breadcrumb trail. Either way, it was quickly collected and deposited in the laundry hamper before you stepped into the spacious ensuite, the glass of the walk-in shower enclosure already coated with steam.

You stripped out of your own clothes, leaving them folded on the counter, before stepping in to join Austin. He stood beneath the rain shower head; face tilted up to allow the water to pelt his skin. You paused a moment to appreciate the way the streaming water caressed the planes of his face, pooled in his collarbones, ran in rivulets down the lines of muscle on his arms and chest. Sensing your presence, most likely due to the rush of cold air you brought in with you, his arms snaked around you and pulled you in tight for a bruising, desperate kiss. He kissed you as though you were his oasis after days wandering the desert, mouth consuming the very air from your lungs.

You pulled back, gasping for breath, and cupped his face in both of your hands. Meeting his eyes with yours, you licked your lips.

“What do you need?” You asked softly, wanting a little guidance on how best to help him in his current state.

Silently, he guided you to press back against the marble wall of the shower before sinking to his knees before you.

“Please let me taste you, I just need to taste you…” There was a hint of pleading to his voice, and you nodded, temporarily struck speechless by his somewhat unexpected request.

He surged forward to immediately latch his mouth onto your folds, the actions of his lips remarkably similar to the kiss he had just delivered to your mouth. His tongue parted your slit to find your clitoris, a rich moan vibrating from his throat and through your core deliciously. You gasped sharply and lifted one leg to plant your foot on the shower bench beside him, rocking your pelvis forward to encourage him with better access.

He groaned again and shuffled closer, hungrily devouring every ounce of slick his actions were producing, making you moan raggedly as your hands anchored themselves in his hair to prevent yourself from keeling over. Your whimper ricocheted off the marble floor and the glass walls as two long fingers slid into your entrance without any ado at all.

“Ahn!! Austin!” You panted as his lips latched onto your clitoris and you dropped your chin to your chest to take in the vision of him devouring you. Your knee wobbled unsteadily at the sight of his free hand indulgently stroking his cock as his near-black eyes drank in your reactions. “Mnnn….mmm if you want to cum inside me…darling boy….you gotta leave that pretty cock alone…” You spoke haltingly, struggling to put more than two words together at a time.

His hand froze immediately as he considered the truth of your statement…assessing his desires…before moving his hand to wrap his long fingers tightly around your hip. Redoubling his efforts between your thighs, his fingers thrust in and out of your wet heat as his mouth made obscene noises against you. Tugging at the wet hair plastered to his head, moans and cries fell freely from your mouth at his ruthless onslaught.

“Oh! Oh fuck…Austin…” You could feel the tide of your orgasm rising within your body, akin to a cartoon depiction of heat rising from the feet of a character up through their body until…until it exploded out the top of their head. “Austin!” You choked out before arching sharply from the wall, cunt clamping on his fingers viciously as your release drenched his hand.

His eager groan, and the feel of his tongue seeking every last drop of your nectar, sent trembling waves through your body and you keened in protest at the overstimulation. Recognizing the sound, he pulled back carefully, licking his hand clean before shifting back to sit on the shower floor. He splayed his legs open, cock straining proudly against his abdomen, as he settled his back against the shower bench. As your eyes raked along his tempting form, chest still rising and falling rapidly, he held his arms open to you in silent invitation.

You sank down to straddle his thighs, leaning in to kiss him deeply in gratitude, as you rocked your folds against him teasingly. You swallowed his hungry growl as his hands cupped your butt cheeks and pulled you closer in silent demand. Shifting up on your knees, you reached between your bodies to guide him into your still-quivering cunt. His lips tore from yours as his head fell back onto the bench with a light thunk and an agonized moan ripped from his throat.

“Oh cricket…oh cricket I…” He rambled between heaving breaths, fresh tears clinging to his eyelashes.

You began to rock your hips down into his as your lips feathered loving kisses over his forehead, down his nose, across his cheek bones, along his jaw. Each press of your lips was punctuated with an affirmation of your love for him.

“I love you…you gorgeous… talented… brilliant… sensitive… generous… loving… creative… artistic… kind… funny… adorable… incredible man.” At last, you pressed your lips to his, smiling into the kiss as his hands cradled your face, holding your mouth against his as your hips began to rise and fall around him.

His head fell back again as a litany of obscene noises poured from deep inside his chest. You buried your face against his neck, your jaw slack of at feeling of his length sliding through your cunt. You could feel his cock twitching inside you as his orgasm drew nearer.

“I need you to cum. I need you to cum around me cricket, I need you to hold me so tight like you’ll never let me go.” He whimpered and whined, hands sliding down to cup your breasts, fingers pulling at your nipples.

You arched your back, crying out at the sensation, flexing around him eagerly.

“Hn! Ok, I…I’m so close just…” You moved to reach between you, intending to toy with your clitoris, but stopped as you remembered you had something better right in front of you.

You plucked his left hand from your breast and pressed his callused fingertips, built from fretting his guitar, against your clit. He needed no further direction, immediately circling and rubbing your bundle of nerves until you wailed against his shoulder, clenching around him rhythmically as you climaxed as requested.

Austin’s hips bucked up into yours sharply before his release filled you with a satisfying warmth, your name repeating on his lips in a hushed reverence before he stilled beneath you. After taking several moments to catch your breath, you collected the shower products and cleaned both of you up before peeling him from the floor. Toweled dry, and wrapped in a robe, you took him to bed where he wrapped his arms around your torso, head on your chest as you ordered dinner.

You felt him sigh deeply as your fingers carded through his rapidly drying curls.

“I…don’t need constant validation. By any means.” He began hesitantly and you set down your phone to give him your full attention. “But this…complete lack of…feedback – good or bad?!” He shook his head a little against you. “I have no idea how this is going and all I can think is that he hates every second of it and any minute my manager is going to call and tell me they’ve recast it.”

You squeezed him gently with the arm you had around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“That is one possibility among the infinite. Can you imagine any others?” You coaxed gently, no stranger to the act of catastrophizing.

He sighed ruefully and nodded.

“He hates it but I’m not going to lose the part. He doesn’t like it but thinks he can fix it in post. He could be entirely ambivalent to my whole part. Or unsure…” There was a long pause.

“Anything else?” You gently prompted.

There was another reluctant sigh, though not quite as deep or as pained as those before.

“He could think it might be turning into something good…… He could like it……” Another long hesitation before he looked up to meet your eyes with markedly more relaxed and clear ones. “Or he could love it.”

You nodded warmly with a soft smile.

“My money will always be on that particular option. You are a brilliant actor, Austin.” You spoke reassuringly as you caressed his cheek. “And I think we should come with some ideas on how to check in with this director. Because they’re all very different human beings…”

He gave you a lopsided smirk.

“They’re not all going to be Baz or Greta.” He nodded in agreement and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

Once you were both fed, you tucked him in and slid from the bed.

“Just going to finish up the last couple of trays before the icing hardens beyond salvaging…you rest.” You smiled softly and kissed his brow as he nestled in.

Putting on some soft holiday music on your phone, you picked up where you left off, rolling out the last bit of dough before filling a well-cooled sheet pan with cut cookies. As you were cutting out the last possible piece for this rolling, you felt Austin’s arms snake around your waist once more before he pressed up tightly against your back.

“You’re supposed to be resting.” You chided gently, but before you could turn your head back to look at him sternly, a small box suddenly appeared on the counter before you.

A box of such a shape and size that your heart began to beat rapidly, crashing against your ribs as it slammed out an unnaturally quick rhythm. Yet everything else seemed to slow right down. To narrow in on nothing but his agile fingers easily popping open the latch and lifting the lid to reveal a gorgeous vintage engagement ring that somehow suited not only who you are…but who you are as a couple.

“Can I keep you…” He whispered softly, lips brushing against your ear, making you shiver.

“Y –” You tried to speak in the affirmative, feeling no hesitation whatsoever, but your throat closed tightly with the swirl of emotions, so you turned to nod up at him enthusiastically.

A brilliant smile of relief and love beamed down as he reached behind you, plucking the ring from the box to slide onto the fourth finger of your left hand. You eyed it in silent awe before everything blurred with a rush of tears. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down for a firm kiss.

His hands slid down your back to cup the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up to sit on the counter. You parted your lips to protest the fact that he had just set you down in cookie dough, but his tongue quickly took advantage of your open mouth. The slick muscle slid along yours, completely erasing the thought of protesting from your mind, your fingers diving for the belt of his robe as you were flooded with an aching need to have him inside you again.

Possessed by a similar desire, Austin quickly worked your robe open and cupped between your legs, moaning raggedly at the slick already accumulating there. He worked you open with precise and efficient strokes, thumb manipulating your clitoris with his well-earned expertise, never once pulling his devouring mouth from yours. He swallowed all your keens and whimpers and pleas before laying you back fully onto the counter.

He sank into you slowly, with a full-throated groan, before stretching over you, reaching behind your head to grasp the opposite edge of the island counter. Eyes boring down into yours, his thrusts were slow, forceful, deliberate, and possessive. Positively ruining the possibility of ever being satisfied by anyone aside from him. Because you were his now, as he was yours. Arching and writhing beneath him, you reached behind you to latch onto his forearms as you felt every muscle in your body wind tighter and tighter with the gathering storm inside you.

He was uncharacteristically silent as his hips slammed into yours, all the unspoken words and emotions blazing in his brilliant blue eyes. Those tears that initially had blurred your vision were now seeping from the corners of your eyes, rolling down your temples, soaking into your hair as your chest brimmed with searing emotion.

“Oh…god…I…” You arched from the counter sharply, eyes clenching tightly as your orgasm impacted you from head to toe with a force that strangled the harsh cry in your throat.

“Oh fuck, cricket I love you so much.” He growled out, burying his face against your throat as his own climax slammed into him.

Later that night, as you lay in his arms, cookies decorated and packaged, you could not help but grin as he held you hand up to the light from the bedside lamp to admire the ring yet again. He gently manipulated your wrist, turning your hand this way and that to watch the light play on the edges of the gemstones. His chest rumbled with a fond sigh as he kissed the top of your head.

“I meant to do it with a whole lot of fanfare but I…I just needed to know…” He trailed off quietly and you turned your head to kiss his cheek.

“How…how long have you been…When you did get it?” You looked back to him curiously.

“Well, I’ve been working with a jeweler for a few months but…” He licked his lips sheepishly. “I picked it up yesterday.” He scrunched his nose and shook his head. “Didn’t even make it twenty-four hours, cricket…” He buried his head in your hair playfully as you chuckled adoringly.

“It is a yes, every day of the week, every week of the year…” You smiled softly and sealed your devotion with a kiss.

Oh, and that director? He loved every minute of Austin’s performance, and became a better communicator for working with him.

Post Script - If you found yourself enjoying parts of this fic, may I recommend:

Needy Austin: Sweet Nothin' by @aconflagrationofmyown

Using Austin's Hands To Your Advantage: need a hand by @elvisabutler

[elvisabutler]

I just read your angst/jealous/drunk austin hc and imma need a fic like that when you’re not busy

oh anon. that was cute. i'm always busy with either my daughter, my job(s) or life in general. but also fics because i don't know when to stop. and this was from august. i'm so sorry. if you're still here. hi, this is one of three i started.

when will we get the time to be just friends

summary: a date goes well enough when you're broken up with austin. austin mildly ruins it by being drunk and calling you while being intensely jealous. the fact that he's in new york works to your advantage. fandom: austin butler | elvis 2022 rating: m pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse, whatever you wanna call it ) word count: 1799 warnings: you know the drill. daddy kink. talk of a break up. jealousy. austin is drunk, dove is sober. no use of the y/n. dom/sub relationship. character bleed issues. mildly unhealthy dynamics. choking during sex. possessiveness. p in v sex ( unprotected via condom, but dove has a birth control patch ) author's note: for real though i am so sorry anon about how long this has taken. i still have like two other fics i started for this prompt and will probably post. so. if you're still here by golly you'll get a small feast. this is not canon, but consider it an offshoot? a what if? based on this headcanon/blurb/crumb thing.

Consider you don’t block his number. Consider you just hang up the phone until five minutes later when you realize that for some ungodly reason you can’t stop thinking of what he said. He’s not wrong, you didn’t actually come with the guy you brought home and yes, you didn’t wear underwear with that dress, because it never really fit all that well when you did, it messed up the lines of the dress. 

You debate the merits of blocking his number as you stare at the phone because you know you should. You know that at this point the way you and Austin have been interacting with each other isn't healthy, that you two should have given each other a clean break. You two should have stopped talking to each other so that you could both- heal properly from Elvis and whatever you two had gotten wrapped into while filming. It's just that talking to Austin was easy, it's always been weirdly easy for you even from that first day. Of course that first day might have been more flirting than it was talking but all the time after and all the phone calls during quarantine and then the time spent as Austin and you, Daddy and Dove, and even Elvis and Priscilla- it was just easy to talk to him. You miss him, god help you but you miss his touch and miss his hand around your throat. Before you realize just what you're doing you end up shooting him a text asking where he's staying.

He's lucky you've lived in New York for almost all of your life so that his answer that would be mildly incoherent to others is translated easily and you realize- his hotel is very close to your apartment. You still catch an Uber though, unwilling to walk in the heels and dress that you're in. Besides the wait for the Uber allows you to dwell on what you're doing. Dwell on the fact that you think you're going up to his hotel room to confront him but you know perfectly well that's not what's going to happen. He was so goddamn belligerent over the phone that you're surprised he didn't call you a slut, didn't tell you that you were still his like he hadn't fucked Lily Rose and Olivia and all those girls on the Masters of the Air set. You held no claim over him because you had tossed it away and you were okay with that- except sometimes- nights like this you couldn't help but wonder what would have been. What could have been, it would have been you and him on the date you had just been on. This dress would be a pool of fabric at the foot of your bed and he'd be entering you softly at first before you told him you wanted it harder.

Before you realize it, you're already at his hotel room door and you don't even get a chance to knock on the door before he's opening it as if he sensed you were on the other side already. He's not- fully drunk, you think, just enough that his tongue is loosened and that he doesn't have half the hang ups he's developed while talking to you since the break up. His eyes rake over your form, taking in how the dress clings to your body in all the right places to have him letting out a low groan. The finally settle on your thigh, peeking through the slit of the dress and he growls, pulling you in by the hand and shutting the door behind you in a rush. You want to tell him that you both shouldn't be doing this- that you're only here because you want to give him a piece of your mind but then you feel his lips on your neck, feel the slight brush of stubble against your skin and you whimper. The guy you had gone on a date with was fine, he was nice and great but he wasn't Austin.

"Missed you. Missed seeing you look this fucking gorgeous." He mouths at your neck, nipping just slightly before giving you an actual bite. "Showing off your legs, Dove. You knew there were going to be cameras there, knew I'd see it."

"I didn't." You whisper quietly, your hands against your own wishes move to grab at his hair, yanking at the strands. "Didn't see the camera till they already took a pic."

That earns a snarl from Austin has his hands move to find the zipper to your dress, which he finds quicker than he has any right to with how much liquor you figure he's had. "So he didn't protect you. Let my Dove get her photo taken against her will. You know I would have made sure no one saw you like that if you didn't want it. Would have only let me and the staff see you like that."

It shouldn't make your toes curl, the way he threatens that he would have protected you. It should bother you that he's still this possessive over you like you both just left the Elvis set but- it does. Your toes curl in your heels and Austin notices how you're shivering under his touch as he starts to pull down your dress.

"Gonna fuck you. Need to fuck you." He mumbles, his hands moving to cup your bare breasts because of course this dress didn't allow you to wear any undergarments. That boy would have enjoyed you like this, like only he has the right to. Like only he should, even if you're not his girlfriend- his sub- his everything and more any more. "Need my Dove. Gonna make you feel good, forget about him. Make you miss me."

You figure that maybe Austin is just gone enough that he won't remember your next words and you're feeling every feeling you've been trying to work through in therapy just rush to the surface. "I already miss you. So much. Why do you think i keep talking to you?"

After all, that's all you'll allow yourself to have because anything else means you broke up with him for no reason, for no purpose. You're not supposed to have anything else. Just maybe Austin as a friend, as someone who knows every single thing about you, who you trusted to submit to and who- broke your heart maybe as much as you broke his.

Something about you saying that spurs something in him, has him making the dress pool at your feet and has him lifting you up against the wall as he fumbles with his pajama pants, pulling them down just enough to free his already aching cock. It looks angry and red and covered in precum, almost as if he'd been playing with it before you arrived, a notion that has you moaning against him as he lines himself up with your cunt. You shouldn't be wet, you shouldn't be aroused by the way he's so jealous but it's done something for you, it's reminded you that this is why you thought he was perfect. He wants to protect you, he wants only you, he wants you with a focus that is terrifying and yet so endearing.

The feel of his cock after so long takes your breath away, has you clawing at his back because he's not pulling any punches so why should you, his thrusts are messy and fast and hard and you love it while craving maybe a hint of softness that you don't dare ask for. He starts to slur words against you, a hand moving to your neck to choke you lightly, his voice sounding like a mix of Elvis and like the California boy that you never met and you likely never will even if he can shake this drawl.

"Shouldn't have let you leave me. Should have come straight here to get you back. Love you so much. Miss you so much. Miss your everything so goddamn much. Want you by my feet again. Want my collar on that neck of yours." He keeps moving, keeps having his hand tighten but not enough to worry you. "Still got the necklace. Still mine."

You shouldn't entertain this, you shouldn't but the words are making you want to sob and you don't want to, you bury the urge and just grab onto his wrist with one hand and tap once. Yes. You're still his. You're always going to be his no matter what because isn't that the joke, that you don't think even if you can detangle every last bit of you that was Priscilla and even if he can detangle every last bit of himself that was Elvis that you're not going to be his and he's not going to be yours.

Maybe it's because he had already been playing with himself before you came or maybe it's from the way your cunt clenches around him as he tightens his grip but you feel him cum and hear his groan as he does. Your heartbeat rushes in your ear from the lack of oxygen and yet you swear you hear him whispering your name. Not Dove, not Cilla. Your actual government name and somehow that does it for you. He doesn't even have to touch your clit before a small orgasm barrels through you. It's small but the release you feel from it scares you in its intensity. His hand leaves your neck and you take the opportunity to breathe, the opportunity to catch your breath from the lack of air and from just being around Austin after so long. Austin- you figure- is doing the same before you feel him trying to nuzzle at your neck. You feel him placing kisses on your jaw, they're messy but they're also softer than you think he has any right to do after what he said.

"Stay here tonight." He asks as he pulls out. The words are soft, almost like he doesn't want to say them but he needs to. Needs you to hear them. "Please."

Austin does not beg, that was always you. That's always how it's been. You beg and you ask and you get what you want. Austin asks and you give because he is giving you what you need. The question, the plea makes you open your eyes that you hadn't even realized had shut at some point to just look at him. You see his blue eyes mildly glassy but brimming with what you think are tears. You know what you should say, what you should do but you're selfish and young and you can't help your answer, simple and said with a nod. "Okay."

You leave before he wakes up.

[mooodyblue]

Hey please can you write Austin butler x little reader where reader has a tantrum and is rude to Austin and she’s really upset and austin cheers her up then it’s basically fluff :))

ty for the request! hope u enjoy <3

wc: 877

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it was that time of the month when austin went and attempted to wash every plushie you owned. there was usually no fight to get the plushies into the wash, up until he had to take away your favorite puppy stuffie that you were incredibly attached to. you loved to mindlessly chew the ear all the time and dragged that thing everywhere you went in the house, even outside. that thing needed a bath desperately.

austin had prayed, hoping you wouldn't be little when it came time to gather everything up for the wash. unfortunately, that wasn't the case. you'd slipped after breakfast before he could even gather your plushies together. 

he watched as you lay on the floor on your stomach, drawing a picture with the one plushie he needed tucked under your chest. he needed to come up with a plan to get that thing in the wash and immediately. but how could he do it without you getting mad? he took a deep breath and sighed, sitting up slightly. “hey baby? can you let daddy do something?” 

you let out a small hum in response as you continued to draw on the piece of paper. 

“think you'll let daddy take your puppy and run him in the wash? i think he needs a little bath.” he asked, nervously. 

you turned your head to glare at him, “no.” 

“you'll get him back quickly, i promise. please?” he begged. 

“no.” 

austin wasn't going to give up that easy, he finally got you to leave the plushie behind when you went to use the bathroom, leaving the small puppy on the couch. he eyed the plushie and picked it up quickly, rushing to the washer to toss him in and mumbling a quick apology in the process, turning it on and rushing back to the couch. you returned with a grin on your face, excited to get back to your loving daddy. 

it took you some time to notice that he was gone. in the middle of snuggling with austin, you went to scoop up your plush friend, only to find him not there. “daddy, puppy’s gone.” 

“huh? oh.” he sat up, “did you misplace him?” 

“i left him here!” you exclaimed as you threw all the pillows off the couch. “daddy, where is he? i need him! where did he go?” 

“i-” he stuttered. “d-did you drop him somewhere?” 

“no! i left him on the couch-” you stopped in your tracks, slowly moving your head to look at austin. “daddy.” 

austin looked away, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his head nervously. 

“you took my puppy! where is he?!” 

he laughed nervously, “well��.he said he wanted a bath, okay? so i-” 

tears began to pool in your eyes, the loss of comfort your favorite plushie already starting to make you feel uncomfortable. “i need him back now.” you whined. 

austin sighed, “i’m sorry, angel. you're gonna have to wait another forty minutes, i promise you'll be happy when he's all nice and clean.” 

the anger in your system was unbearable. how could austin do that to you? you picked up a pillow and softly hit his side with it, “mean!” you hit him again, austin throwing his hands up to shield himself. “daddy’s mean!” 

“hey!” he blocked his face as you hit him, finally taking the pillow away. “that's not nice, y/n.” he understood your frustration. having a comfort item taken away from you like that wasn't the greatest feeling ever, but unfortunately it had to be done just for a little while. “i know you hate being away from him but it's not for forever, i promise.” 

you frowned, “promise? you'll give him back?”

he pulled you on his lap, sitting you on his knee. “have i ever broken a promise?” 

“no….” you replied quietly. 

“that's right. with just a little patience, you'll have your friend back in no time.” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “you can hold onto me as long as you need to, just don't chew my ear, that's all i ask.” 

you giggled softly, wrapping your arms around him tightly and going back to your cartoons. time flew by fast and the sound of beeps coming from the dryer caused you to sit up, looking at austin. “alright, let's go see if he's dry. c'mon.” you nodded and hopped off his lap as you followed him to the dryer, watching him open it and dig out your beloved puppy stuffie. 

“look who it is! what's that?” he brought the plushie to his ear, “oh really?...” 

“what'd he say? is he okay?” you asked, tugging at austin's arm. 

“he said he missed you! and he said thank you for giving me a nice bath, he needed it! now i think someone needs a hug.” he handed you the plushie, smiling as you immediately took it and hugged it tightly. 

the fresh scent and warmth brought you the much-needed comfort you missed so dearly. you pressed a kiss to his nose and hugged it tightly to your chest. “thank you for making him clean.” you pecked austin's cheek and skipped away happily, warming austin's heart as he began taking your other plushies out of the dryer.

[burninlovebutler]

27 - The First Close Call // Forever Winter Series

pairing: austin x fem!oc (elsie) | word count: 3k-ish

warnings: core origin story anchors, alcohol, FLUFF, typical sad undertones, talks of cheating, cringey bedroom concerts, lightly inspired by maroon by taylor swift lol, 18+ MDNI

summary: when elsie wakes up the day after new year’s eve with both austin & nox no where to be found, she sits with the questions racing through her head. an unlikely item transports her to a memory that may hold the answers she seeks.

previous chapter -> 26 - NYE pt. 2 - Say It Again**

see masterlist for chapter log or other works

vibes: forever winter playlist ❄️

We never talk about what's going on We're casual, we're nothing

We're the furthest thing from love Until we drink

We’re just friends Until we drink

-ELSIE-

I stirred awake bringing a curled fist to rub the sleep from my eyes before shooting straight up. Flashes of everything that transpired the night before hit me like bricks, knocking every molecule of oxygen from my lungs. My hands frantically felt around the bed finding it empty, then searching it for any traces of Austin – or Nox for that matter. The rapid thumping growing in my chest threatened to crack my ribs like glow sticks.

My fingertips trembled as they curled around the fluffy duvet, bringing it up to my face. The scent of him filled my nostrils, immediately pooling tears in my eyes. My fists curled into the fabric and pressed against my nose, inhaling every bit of him.

How did we get here?

I threw the comforter off my body leaping from the mattress to inspect the room then quietly peering out the door to find Nox. But the apartment was empty, no Austin, no Nox. Relief momentarily poured into my veins before sending me into a cleaning frenzy. I ripped off every piece of bedding, the fitted sheet, the pillowcases, the duvet – it all smelled of Austin. Of us.

It wasn’t until the washing machine was full and rumbling that I was able to sit with the empty morning. My stiff couch squeaked as I laid back into it. The cold palms of my hands pressed into my tired and hungover eye sockets.

If Nox caught any inkling of suspicion I’d be dead. Just the idea of him finding out sent a chill through my bones.

It didn’t matter how many suspicions I had stacked against him. It didn’t matter the late nights out, the new phone code, the lingering perfume on his clothes.

“Fuck.” I muttered. I wanted to be angry that Nox never came home, at least it seemed like he didn’t. But how could I be angry at him when I did what I did with Austin?

I wanted to be upset with Austin too, for leaving me like I was just some one-night stand. But how was I supposed to be upset with him when he wasn’t my boyfriend, and he had a ‘not-girlfriend’, and Nox could’ve came home at any moment last night.

Holy fuck, are we all just cheating on each other?

One could only imagine that Nox’s absence meant he had also left with someone else. I had suspected it for a while –Sure, I could lie to myself and say he must’ve just crashed at a buddy’s house, but I knew it wasn’t the truth. It was a ruse.

So,

Nox was presumably cheating on me.

And I was cheating on him with my best friend.

And of course, now he was cheating on his new ‘not girlfriend’ with me. Official or not, it was clear something was going on between them. It made me sick.

That’s what it was, wasn’t it? I was cheating. No matter how much we masked it, how much we played the ‘no touching’ card, it was all just an excuse for our shitty actions right? Sure, he didn’t put his dick inside me, but we make each other cum – we’ve had each other in our mouths. One way or another it was sex.

Holy shit I’m having sex with Austin

Holy shit I’m fucking my best friend

What kinda fucked up geometric shape were we in and how did it all so complicated. I felt so many emotions at once, my head was so bogged with thoughts and memories of the night before, it was overwhelming. Suffocating.

As much as I really didn’t want to address it, the dread of knowing Austin and I would have to talk about it eventually settled between each rib. I wanted to ignore it, like we had been this whole time. Aside from the obvious uncomfortableness, I mostly just didn’t even know what to say.

‘I don’t want to keep doing what we’re doing’ – that was a lie.

‘I don’t like what we do’ – lie.

‘I want you stop calling me, baby’ – lie.

‘I want to stay with Nox’ - …lie?

‘I want to be with you’ - …lie?

I didn’t fucking want that, why the fuck would I want that? What the fuck did I want?

He’s my best friend, he’s always been just that. My friend. My person.

The person I run to when I’m sad, when I’m angry, when I’m heartbroken, when I need to vent, when I need someone to tell my secrets to. We’d seen each other go through multiple partners, isn’t that weird? We’ve talked about intimate details of our relationships. Though, the exchange of relationship details dwindled the longer we were friends.

Did everything we had done ruin our entire friendship? Last night was way past anything we’ve ever done. How do you go back to normal friendship when I literally fucked myself to him – in front of him? And he did to me…all over me.

And why the fuck did my belly flutter when he called me ‘baby’? God, I could barely even say it in my head. I shouldn’t fucking feel that way about my supposed ‘best friend’ calling me that. I didn’t even feel like that when Nox called me it. Friends don’t call each other baby.

“Oh god,” Curling over my thighs holding my hands over my face. The memory of me literally sobbing beneath him basically begging him to call me that name again. The New Years champagne had really done me in this time.

“Why the fuck would I do that.” I groaned and tugged at my under eyes.

Then the memory of what I told him.

‘Friends don’t do the things we do.’

“I’m so fucking stupid.” I reprimanded myself outloud, smacking my palm hard against my forehead.

How do you come back from that? How was I supposed to face him after that?

Even if I wanted to be with him – which I don’t – everything would change.

I wouldn’t be able to run to him anymore, not like that. I couldn’t share my secrets or just play video games with him. Or anything – all of our friendship traditions would be gone, right? How do you just shift into that different dynamic?

I never pictured us here. What the fuck were we doing? How did we get here? How do we go back? Can we go back? Do I want to go back?

I laid back and let the couch swallow me whole, curling into the corner and wrapping a draped blanket around me like a tight cocoon.

‘How did we get here?

‘How did we get here?’

‘How did we get here?’

The question haunted me, ringing over and over in my ear drums. Another equally as daunting sequence of questions swirled –

How, where and when did this start?

How did we get here, without me even realizing until we had crossed some fucked up line?

How long had this been looming in the background?

I brainlessly zoned out looking into my kitchen across from me when I spotted a half-drank bottle of rose that I didn’t remember opening or drinking.

The seemingly impertinent glass decanter brought forward a memory I had long forgotten. As the recollection unfolded in my memory, the details began to piece together a puzzle that perhaps held the answers I was looking for.

-5 years ago (Sophomore year)-

We sat on the floor of his dorm, my legs across Austin’s thigh with my feet in his lap. Our fit of laughter died down as the annual end-of-winter-break New Years party raged on downstairs of the giant fraternity mansion. The same house where we’d met just a year ago, and a year before all the shit hit the fan after his dad. Things were simple then, fun and innocent.

“I still think it’s funny that you’re in a frat.” I giggled, taking a swig of a bottle of Rosé that we stole.

The blonde rolled his eyes, “You know it’s just for my parents.” He snatched the chilled bottle from my hand, “Plus I get to live here, which is better than the dorms.” His lips curled into a cocky smirk before taking a sip. He dragged his sweater sleeve across his mouth to wipe off the excess wine and handed it back to me, “I am happy that we’re moving in together soon, I can’t wait to get out of here.”

My top teeth reflexively tugged my bottom lip in, for some reason wanting to hide the wide smile that begged to be worn, like a cozy cardigan on a cold winter day. But I swallowed it down with another chug. “Yeah, me too.” I hiccupped and set the glass bottle down.

In the year we’d grown to be friends I watched him blossom out of his shell. He says that it was me who made him bloom, but I don’t think I had anything to do with it. I think he was just waiting for someone or something to give him the chance to. Regardless, that shy boy I met just a year ago wasn’t the same one that sat across from me – at least not fully.

I watched him bring the glass bottle to his eyeline, reading the label for god knows why. But in the dim light of the desk lamp lit room… it was like I was seeing him through a new, different lens. The way his blonde hair curled at the edges, long straight lashes around crystal blue eyes, just how pink and plump his lips were. It had to be the alcohol, right?

“Hey Elsie,” He waved his hand in front of me, “Whatcha lookin at?” He laughed, “You checkin’ me out or something?” It was a joke, but it settled nervous swirl in my tummy.

I tried to mask the nerves in my chuckle with a light smack to his arm, “Yeah, you wish.” Rolling my eyes at him. I felt this daunting urge to remove myself from the situation, I needed to get my legs off of him, away from him. I never ever felt that way around him, he was normally a comfort to me, he would calm me down before an exam or watch movies with me when I was sad. But this… this wasn’t comfortable. I was uneasy, he made me uneasy.

I pushed a stray curl out of my face, letting out a breath before hastily pulling myself up from the carpeted floor. He took notice of my speedy escape as soon as I was on my feet, propping himself up on his elbows behind him. “Where are you goooooiiinnng?” He whined.

“I just wanted to um-“ I scanned around the room for any inspiration of a distraction landing on his record player. “I wanted to play music!” I perked walking over to the wooden box that held his vinyls.

“Why? The music from the party is so loud already.” He questioned, propping up a brow at me but I kept my back to him. Blood rushed into my cheeks and I couldn’t let him see it. The alcohol definitely was not helping the redness. For whatever reason, I grew aware of the missing makeup on my face. I never felt the need to wear it around him before, but now it felt like I was naked.

“Well, uh, yeah, that shit is so overrated.” I faux scoffed while thumbing through his record collection looking for a good one. I let out an involuntary gasp when I found an Elvis vinyl, plucking it instantly from the box and holding it close to my chest with my arms wrapped around it. “Elvis!” I exclaimed excitedly turning to him like a little kid that found a new toy at the store.

He raised his brows surprised at me then let out a laugh saturated in alcohol, “You like Elvis?” He questioned.

“Eeep!” I squealed, “Yes I love Elvis!” Nearly jumping from excitement like a 2012 One Direction fangirl.

“Wow I never pegged you as an Elvis fan, all you do is listen to Lana Del Rey.” He teased, knowing full well that wasn’t true.

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes, “No no you don’t understand, I love Elvis.”

A sincere smile curled the edge of his lips, “Wow I just really didn’t know-“

I leaned down to grab his shoulders looking him dead in the eyes, “No, you don’t understand. I watched his ’68 Comeback Special like 500 times.”

He laughed hard and put up his arms in defense, “Okay okay, I believe you.”

I squeaked going back to his player and gently pulled the vinyl from the sleeve, precariously placing it down and settling the needle on the outer edge of the black disc. I nearly screamed when one of my favorites began to pour from the small speakers, promptly turning the volume to its max. With a spin on my heels, I snatched the rose bottle from the neck taking a long swig, proceeding to dance across his floor. Every inkling of tension in my body disappeared, the music soothing the nerves with each hip swing.

I could feel his eyes on me but in that moment, I didn’t care if he was judging me, the only thing I cared about was staying on rhythm. He sneered, “You’re so ridiculous!” He teased.

My arms followed the dance moves I’d seen Elvis do in his old recorded concerts, spilling some wine on my burgundy t-shirt as I did so. I’d probably regret this debacle later, but I was having too much fun to stop. The spill abrupted my choreography causing me to stumble back and let out a tiny hiccup.

“Oh my god Elsie,” He shook his head with a chuckle, going to pull himself off the floor but was struggling with the wine in his veins just as much as I was. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

Once solid on his feet he stretched to grasp my shoulders, but I spun just out of his reach. I suppose my next attempt at eluding him was to start belting out the lyrics, the dancing alone just wasn’t cutting it. “Here we go again… askin’ where I been!” I sang loudly and off tune.

Austin shook his head and as our impromptu concerts always went, he joined in, finally getting with the program and managed to steal the rose bottle back. I snagged a nearby hairbrush to replace the bottle as my microphone in preparation for the chorus. And as if we were on some stage somewhere, we turned to each other dramatically, ready to put on a show of a lifetime.

“We can’t go on together, with suspicious minds!” Singing in harmony into our respective makeshift microphones, “And we can’t build our dreams on suspicious miiiiiinds!”

Austin took over the vocals while I recreated one of Elvis’ famous ‘taking a knee’ moves and for a split second I swore I was 15 again, performing alone in my room. But I was 21 and in college and in my best friend’s fraternity dorm.

I got excited when I heard him finish off the line, “Oh honey, you know I’ve never lied to you…” And knew I had to get into position for another iconic line. Again, we were facing each other in our drunken duet, “We’re caught in a trap, I can’t walk out!”

Whether it was the alcohol, Elvis, or something I didn’t fucking know but I swore there was a slo-mo switch that flipped on as our eyes met. “…because I love you too much baby.” We sang softly in unison, our voices hushed under the blaring music, and he was closer than I realized. His sapphire eyes flickered to my lips and every ounce of air left my lungs. He dropped the empty glass bottle hitting the cushioned carpet with a thud and unexpectedly took hold of my hips pulling me to him.

‘Why can’t you see, what you’re doin’ to me…’ Elvis continued to sing in the background. Every part of him that touched me scorched like fire - his fingers on my hips, his chest pressed against mine. The insatiable burning spread throughout my body like a raging forest fire, every inch of skin, every muscle, every blood vessel, every single cell in my anatomy was totally and utterly consumed by him. The crystal ocean in his eyes, each individual blonde lash, the disheveled waves slashed across his forehead, the constellation of freckles I didn’t notice until then, the deep berry in his lips. The lips that were not even a centimeter from mine, just a hair from touching. I thought they’d land, I didn’t comprehend it at the time but god, I hoped they’d land. I was praying for them to land.

In that moment I realized that 15-year-old-alone-in-my room-comfort feeling wasn’t new, rather something that had been present for the past year. Anytime I was with him, anytime he entered the room, or his name was mentioned. He was comfort, he was safety. A true north I didn’t know I found.

Regular speed clicked back on, and we immediately retracted from each other like nothing had happened, like it was just part of the performance. The flurries of butterflies he left me with stayed though - I’m not entirely sure they ever left.

The next morning when I woke up on his floor, he didn’t bring it up and neither did I. Relief never felt so good, it was just some freak drunk accident, a close call. That all, just a close call. I didn’t know what I’d do without him, what something like that would do to us… I didn’t even want to think about it.

I eyed him looking over the menu at our favorite breakfast diner, Harry’s, pretending he was going to order something new, when we both knew it was gonna be chocolate chip pancakes.

“So, whatcha gonna get?” His eyes snapped up at me, the noon sun shining making his blues glimmer, even above his dark eye bags.

“Oh uh-“ I shook the haze from my head, “I don’t know if I’m gonna get anything, I’m uh, I’m pretty hungover.”

“Ah, don’t worry,” He just beamed at me with a optimistic smile that made me feel like everything would be okay, “Pancakes will fix it.”

And then there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach I didn’t recognize. At first I thought maybe I was hungover. It was a flutter, a churning, a nausea – a sinking trepidation, like I just signed a bad business deal, a contract that would cost me millions.

I didn’t know what fucked up clause we just implemented, but some dull ache in my bones whispered that it would cost me more than I could afford.

Next Chapter -> Temporary Fix* [coming soon]

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[as-the-stars-foretold]

deep vein thrombosis

The first thing Will felt as he came out of his daze was pain. Sharp, exacting pain stabbing away at his calf, like searing hot needles being pumped in and out. The second thing he felt was the cold infirmary floor coming up to meet his hands as he fell, knees buckling. This was a familiar sight for the med staff of Camp Half-Blood: one of them falling to the floor, dazed and confused and aching. The manipulation of human flesh took its toll, no matter how skilled you were.

Will, especially, was more than used to this. It was almost comforting, in some strange measure. The shake in his legs as he pushed himself up, the pallor of his sun-kissed skin as he squinted at his hands, willing the glow to die down— it was all a sign of a job well done. Of a job he could be proud of. Of course, many-a-patient would argue that he could be proud of any job, and he would just nod along happily. Of course William Solace could be proud of his work, it was in his name after all.

Solace.

The dizzying rush of being in the infirmary, the ever-changing tide of medicine, the blood rushing in their ears— he knew, acutely, how much of a comfort it all was. He knew how much they relished being taken care of down to the marrow, down to the cell, because the infirmary was never empty. He would not venture to say that campers got injured on purpose, because he knew the bitterness that would seep into his work, crawling up their arms and legs like streaking lymphangitis, like rabies working its way through neuron after neuron.

Besides, he considered as Kayla whisked away the nameless patient–Will would remember their name eventually, when he remembered that he cared enough to bother–, no one actually enjoyed getting rendered apart limb by limb. And they certainly knew better than getting injured for the sake of a day off. Everyone knew the aftereffects of Will’s healing.

It begins like this: emptiness. Blood absent where it should be present, the gaping hole left by a horn or tusk patched with no warning to the nerves, absolute and perfect reconstruction. Too perfect, Will would deign to argue, but that was his father’s jurisdiction. Will just enacted his will.

Then came the second struggle: remembrance. There was a moment after every trip to the infirmary, with blood pooling on Will’s scrubs, where the patient’s nervous system remembered. Then the screaming began, the misfiring of neurons trying to alert a response to something that had been removed. For one, he had gotten used to filtering out the weeping and begging, focusing on mitigating the wrongful inflammation that threatened to undo all of his hard work.

And, finally, like a decrescendo to the awful opera that is Apollonian healing: pressure. It was like the desperate, franting beating of the heart under tamponade; the stinging of a broken leg holding up your body weight; the bruising pressure of water on the brain. It was a task for both the med staff and the patient, really. Will and Kayla and Austin could not do much to release the pressure–there was no blister to drain, no bubble to pop, and certainly no surgery to be done–, so they just gave the not-so-happy camper a dose of ibuprofen and took a hit themselves.

Then, in the end, solace. Their nerves would realize there was nothing–at least, nothing that would kill–amiss, the pressure would dissipate, and the med staff would be able to release another patient.

It was a perfect progression. Perfect enough that Will could impose a diagram of bone stitching itself back together naturally and be none the wiser. Only he was wiser, and, swaying where he stood, he dimly wondered why that wasn’t his healing progression.

Why didn’t William get the easy, predictable healing process that he bestowed upon everyone else? Why did the pressure never dissipate, why did he never wean off of fumes? Why did the hurt never disappear, why did his nerves never stop firing, why did he have to fight through the shaking in his hands to clean up splotches of blood on his brand new scrubs? Why did he have to learn to embroider ceremonial shrouds? Why did he have to return to an empty cabin after days in an overflowing infirmary? Why did he have to stand still for hours upon hours, craning his neck during surgery and deliveries and healing incantations? Why didn’t he have compression stockings, at least?

He treated deep vein thrombosis; he didn’t want to develop it.

Will could alleviate it in a matter of seconds, of course–it was just a quick anabolic hymn, or maybe a lysosome hymn–, but that didn’t erase the hurt. The pressure. The cardiac tamponade, the lurching of his stomach, the phantom limb pain that wasn’t really there for a limb, but it might as well have been.

Gods help him, William Solace may have just passed out right then and there, feeling as if a blood clot had just shot up to his brain. Lodged in his heart. A step forward. Then another. Get the blood pumping, pumping, pumping— there it is, clarity. The ash-grey of his skin, the faint golden glow of his hands. Clarity, sunlit and burnt.

“Camper from Hypnos’s cabin!” someone called, stumbling over the rickety gurney’s uneven roll. “Hit their head pretty hard during rock climbing, but there’s no obvious signs of damage. Conscious, alert, and oriented.”

He sighed, snapping on a new sterile pair of gloves.

The first thing he felt was dazed pain.

[daddyhausen]

• kinktober — day sixteen : public sex — mjf •

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{ masterlist } | { kinktober 2022 }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, sub!reader, daddy kink, public sex, dirty talk, face slapping, mirror sex, spanking, male + female orgasms, multiple orgasms, degradation, rough sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, male masturbation, cumshots, internal cumshot, squirting, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 470

{ pairing } — fem!reader x mjf

{ genre } — smut

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the kiss was heated, his lips feverish against yours

your back pressed against the bathroom door

his hand desperately trying to pry up your tight pencil skirt

it was not most private area for such intimate relations

but it would have to do

“max…” you whimpered against his lips. “we can’t-“

he cut you off with a harsh kiss, effectively silencing you for the moment

“what if we get caught?”

“we won’t if you keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut”

his words harsh with his remark

pushing his hardened cock against your inner thigh for emphasis

“face the mirror.” he demanded, giving a rather harsh slap to your cheek when you did not offer him a response in return

“face the fucking mirror” he seethed.

this time you obeyed, feeling the arousal begin to pool between your thighs

you face the mirror, watching intently as he pried your skirt up above your pretty ass

a faint whisper of a smirk was visible across his lips upon the sight

your cunt completely bare, no panties covering your modesty

“fucking slut, you knew your cunt was gonna get used today, didn’t you?”

you gave a mere whimper in return, thighs clenching together with pleasure as he spanked your plump ass

you winced at the sound, not because it hurt

more for the fact of how loud it was

you were just thankful to have locked the bathroom door previously

max freed his cock, not wasting time feasting you

he pushed his cock past your soaked folds

his thrusts were violent, vicious and oh so perfect

you braced yourself against the sink, hips backing back against his thrusts

“look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut” he growled, watching the way your face contorts with pleasure in the mirror

“fuck max-“ you cried out through. choked moan

feeling his cock in the pit of your stomach

“what happened to being quiet, dollface? my cock that good, huh?”

you could only nod in response, feeling the ball of arousal swell in your stomach as he buried himself to the hilt

“you’re nothing but a stupid little cockslut, i own you. i own this pussy”

you only responded in a chorus of resounding yeses

your walls clenching around his thick cock

orgasm exploding around his cock

he was not long to follow suit, coating your walls with his seed

he pulled out quickly, admiring the way his cum seeped from your folds

“stay still” he demanded once more

keeping a hand on your hip, the other jerking off his size

“max…” you whined, thoroughly fucked out to even form complete sentences

“hold on, doll…i’m almost there”

“fuck-“ he gave a final grunt, hot ropes of cum splashing against your plump ass

painting your skin white with his seed.

“get yourself cleaned up doll”

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[saturnville]

these four walls.

pairing: austin butler inspired mfc x black!fem!oc. warnings: none. song reference: these four walls, khamari

His eyes grew sore from the blue light. The illumination from a six inch screen was more powerful than he assumed. Heavy eyelids blinked away shallow pools that threatened to form in his ducts. Another minute passed by. Nothing.

A sigh came from him. He reluctantly tore his eyes away from the device and stationed them on the wall ahead of him. It was plain. Clean, but plain. Naked with no scratch or bruise. No decoration to reduce the blandness.

A soft ding came from his device. His large hand cupped the electronic and his blue eyes scanned the message that appeared on the home screen, “I’m on my way.” His heart fluttered within his chest and suddenly, everything in his space needed sprucing before her arrival.

The already cleaned floor needed an extra sweeping, the pillows required extra fluffing, and an imaginary wrinkle on the throw blanket needed to be straightened. By the time he’d finished freshening up his home again, she’d announced her arrival with the scent of her vanilla perfume seeping through the cracks of the doorframe. It caressed the scenery receptors within his body and a chill shot down his spine. Finally.

He peeled the door open and was met with all her beauty and splendor. Soft tendrils rested on her shoulders, sultry eyes guarded by eyelashes coated in the thinnest layer of mascara, and lips that shone with remnants of her favorite cherry lip gloss. He could smell it from his position.

“Hi,” he breathed out. She gave a smile back. “Hi.”

Verbal greetings between them were often short. Their bodies seemed to speak better than their mouths could…unfortunately. They spoke through thick breaths and desperate cries for release until their throats dried and words could no longer escape. A language they were fluent in.

Throughout the evening, sweet nothings were whispered into the atmosphere. Manicured fingers passed through thick locks of blonde hair and calloused palms caressed warm, dark thighs. Soft sighs and love-drunk smiles.

When the moon abandoned its post and the sun took his place, the warmth that once filled the space was whisked away as she tipped toed out of the door. She hoped he wouldn’t notice until she was long gone. She was wrong each time.

When his eyelids peeled open, and his ocean eyes landed on an empty pillow case rather than a bush of curls, his heart sank. His jaw ticked and his throat tightened. How long would he put himself through such an exhausting cycle?

His eyes scanned the walls that surrounded him. Clean, but plain. Naked with no scratch or bruise. No decoration to reduce the blandness. Yet, they didn’t rush out the door at the break of done. They kept him company until the next time she came around. A dangerous cycle.