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redclercs · 1 year

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DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

xii. oh no, i’m falling in love again.

— the one where he changes your ticket home.

“𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰.” ― 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘤í𝘢 𝘔á𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘻, 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢.

warnings: this is fiction so we're going to ignore everything that doesn't adjust to our real world timeline, okay? okay. ft. timothée chalamet, paris inaccuracies, alcohol consumption. 3.4k words (+articles!)

currently playing: labyrinth by taylor swift!

also the song referenced in the first article is this one.

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by Alan Gomez

After months of awaiting its release, Aidan Kim has graced us with the first single of his upcoming album “MIRRORS”.

The first song off the album, called “In Your Pocket” was released last Friday august 4th, and reached its peak at #7 in the billboard 100. The track, in which Aidan participated both as a lyricist and producer, talks about a dying relationship thanks to the girl being a cheater and protecting the evidence by not showing her cellphone to her counterpart.

With a constant “show me yours, I’ll show you mine,” and “it should be really easy if you have nothing to hide” Kim depicts what could be his personal experience with ex-girlfriend y/n y/ln, who was accused of cheating with a Formula 1 pilot last May.

The album expects its release in October 5th.

SEE ALSO:

→ Former Star-5 staff says Aidan Kim played a key part in the group's disbandment.

→ y/n y/ln looks radiant leaving Columbia Pictures HQ.

→ Swifties prove they're #TeamYN with new trend praising the actress.

August 15th, Paris, France.

Laughter fills your hotel suite, you're stumbling around the room barefoot, in an attempt to dance to ABBA's 'Dancing Queen' while Matilde takes pictures with a disposable camera and holds her aching middle.

You're supposed to be getting ready for a Fashion Show happening in an hour and a half, one both Matilde and you got invited as guests for Dior. Your outfits are hanging by the door to the suite, away from the mess you've made with spilled champagne and a half-eaten fruit platter.

It's the first time in days that the lyrics to 'In Your Pocket' aren't playing in the back of your mind as you try to go on with your day. Being with Mati always helps you forget the outside world, even for a little while.

The music fades as you pose in the middle of the room and Matilde snaps a picture that leaves you seeing stars for the following seconds.

"Okay, let's get serious now," you say through a chortle. "We need to be ready!"

These public appearances are becoming increasingly important for you, they are the few chances you get to show everyone that you are still likable enough to get invited to events and therefore, not an awful person at all. Although actual awful people get invited too, you're hoping to give the opposite impression.

Your styling team will be getting there in ten minutes, assuming you're showered and ready and not in pajama shorts and your hair in a bun on the top of your head.

"Fine!" Matilde takes a deep breath, soothing her laughter before giggling again. "Go on, take a shower and I'll pick our stuff up."

"Thank you!"

You make a stop before running to the bathroom. Your cellphone rests on top of your bed, facing down. A text from Charles pops up as soon as you lift the phone, the screen unlocking with your face. It's a simple 'see you later, soleil' that has you smiling like an idiot against your will.

"What's that?" Matilde wonders, picking runaway crushed grapes from the marble floor. She knows exactly what it is that's got you smiling like that, you spilled everything last night, when you were drunk on red wine.

Your stupid little crush on Charles isn't your best kept secret anymore, but there is no one you trust more than Matilde to keep it with you.

Surprisingly, despite her initial warning, Matilde didn't judge you at all as you hiccuped and whined about how good Charles looked at the wedding and how unfair it was that you felt butterflies every time you thought of him.

The butterflies didn't last long, though, supplanted by worms of anxiety. Falling in love was not a conscious decision, no matter how much you wish it would be otherwise. And it was so frightening. Falling felt like flying, until you ended up crushed on the ground.

“Nothing,” you say, locking the phone again.

“Huh,” Mati is holding back a smile, wiping the stickiness from her hands on her pajama top. “Weird.”

You smile at her, a sheepish ‘I’ve been caught’ smile that finally makes Mati herself grin. You’re glad she didn’t repeat her “you don’t wanna do that” sermon, although maybe it would have helped you make your mind up about whether you want to explore your feelings or throw dirt on them to extinguish the fire.

Maybe you just have to get through one day at a time, if there's anything you've learnt since your downfall began is that the future is unpredictable. You wish you had a crystal ball, though.

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It's at the After Party that you actually get five minutes alone with him, or as alone as you possibly can in Le Carmen, surrounded by half-drunk people and loud music blasting.

"Here, soleil," Charles hands you the Vodka Soda you ordered, before taking his whiskey. It makes you remember the smell of his breath, so close to your neck, while you danced at the wedding.

You take a sip of your drink before Charles can clink his glass to yours, and he just laughs as embarrassment fills you. "Sorry."

He looks impeccable in his tailored suit and with his hair slicked back. Your hands are sweating and you try not to let it show how nervous you suddenly feel, this isn't you. Not around Charles, anyway.

"It's okay," he says, sipping his drink too, a smile still on his lips.

Red lights flash on your faces as you try your best to hold a conversation about the fashion show. Charles was a guest for Armani, and had to sit exactly opposite to you facing the runway.

"Hey! y/n!" someone is grabbing the upper part of your arm before you have even turned around.

"Oh, hi!"

You saw Timothée around a couple times tonight, but with his popular kid aura, all he'd done was greet you with a smile and a wave before disappearing through the crowd with a drink in his hand. To be honest, after what you'd said about him on your Youtube video you felt a little shy, but he never seemed to remember or mind your comments, he said he was on your side once or twice, even.

"How's it going?" he asks, his hand has left your shoulder and dropped to his side, but you notice the way Charles' eyes follow it. "Also, nice to meet you," he offers the same hand to Charles who takes it immediately, giving it a strong squeeze.

"C'est mon plaisir," is all Charles responds.

"All good," you half-sigh. Stress is a normal part of your life now, but it doesn't mean you're okay with it. "You?"

Timmy shrugs, imitating your response before drinking from his glass. "Just wanted to say hi, i'll see you soon, yes?"

"Hopefully?"

The exchange can only mean one thing. He has gotten the call.

Your little trip to Los Angeles was for a chemistry read at Columbia Pictures with Timothée for Greta Gerwig's new version of Little Women. It's the furthest you've gotten all year to landing a role and just thinking of it has the vodka churning in your stomach.

Charles watches the conversation with his brows furrowed, gripping the whiskey glass tightly. You give him a smile that he doesn't return before downing his drink.

"I'm sure I'll see you," Timmy is smiling again and his long fingers squeeze your bare shoulder once more. "Exciting, right?"

"Oh, you have no idea," you finish your vodka soda and immediately regret it. The alcohol is going to go straight to your head if you don't slow down.

"What are we talking about?" Charles questions, finally done with being the outsider, and letting his annoyance get the best of his manners.

Timothée and you open your mouths at the same time, but before words can come out, someone is dragging your could-be-costar away not caring at all that he's busy, and all he does is say a quick 'sorry' and 'bye'.

Awkwardness falls between Charles and you as you stare at your shoes, then his, and finally look up at his face, the lights have changed to blue and green and hide the color of his eyes.

"Want to get some air?" you suggest, "I'll tell you all about that." you signal to where Timothée disappeared with your head and bite your lower lip. Charles' expression softens and he nods, following you out as people woo for Rihanna's 'We Found Love'.

You take a deep breath once you're out of the club, the air is warm and pleasant. Charles observes you, leaning against the wall of the building. The back is empty, albeit a little creepy, but you don't mind. It's quiet and you're alone with Charles. Okay, maybe that you mind a little. When did you forget how to act around him?

"So," you begin, standing in front of him. Charles' demeanor is still mildly off-putting and you know you'd be the same had you been excluded in the way you did to him. "It's not a big deal, really. I haven't told anyone because, well, you know how things are right now and, yeah..."

Charles raises both eyebrows, his lips form a thin line briefly, before he switches to a good attempt at being neutral.

"I auditioned for a movie, Little Women, and finally got a callback. We had a chemistry reading a couple weeks ago," you explain quickly, rubbing your forehead in an anxious gesture. "His 'see you soon' is just wishing me luck, he's already got the role."

"Soleil, that's wonderful," Charles pushes himself off the wall, holding both your shoulders with his warm hands. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You shrug, making his palms slide to your biceps. "I didn't want to die of embarrassment when I didn't get the role. Which I can still do, by the way. Die, I mean."

Charles laughs, and you break into a smile too. "Seriously, Charles."

"You're not dying of embarrassment, not on my watch," he squeezes your shoulders. "I'm so proud of you."

"I'm sorry that you felt left out back there," you apologize, and it takes more than a little effort not to look away from his eyes. "It was really rude."

Charles shrugs—all nonchalant—as if he wasn't about to crush a whiskey glass with one hand just ten minutes ago. "That's okay, soleil. You can keep your secrets."

"You can keeps yours too," you joke, and it's like the air shifts around you. Heavy with secrets and unspoken words.

Charles lets go of you then, taking a step back. "I don't want to keep secrets from you, y/n."

Your heart wants to jump out of your chest, and the knot in your stomach tightens so much it turns heavy. You cannot say that you don't want that either, because keeping this secret from him is self-preservation.

It's not the time to think about him, and you hate yourself for it, but when Aidan's face flashes through your mind you're filled with fear. And you hate him more than you could possibly loathe yourself. Because he's made you afraid of falling in love.

You plan to meet up with Charles for brunch the next day. You ignore Mati's chants of 'It's a date!' all morning as you move around your shared suite, trying to pick out the perfect outfit, excusing the indecision with how 'unpredictable' the weather is. Although it's been mild for the past fourteen days.

The flight you're taking back to New York with Matilde leaves the next day, and you're carrying the dread of packing the mess you've left at the hotel. The press has been right about one thing only that involves you or your friends, Matilde is going back to Broadway and since your home is finally just yours again, you offered it to her while she figures her stuff out.

"y/n, chill, okay?" Mati is lying on her unmade bed, holding her phone above her face. "Your packing will be done just in time, just worry about your date."

"It's not a date," you repeat, running the brush up and down your cheeks again, painting them a glowy peach. "Is it?"

Mati rolls her eyes, and before she can turn to face you, she drops her phone right on her face. "God damnit!"

You burst out laughing before you can help it, but still leave your chair to check on Matilde. "Are you okay?"

She rubs her nose, tears in the corner of her eyes. "Never better,"

"You'll be fine," you assure, blood doesn't come out and the redness is probably just from her incessant rubbing. "Be careful next time."

"Sure mom," Mati rolls her eyes again and sits up on the bed. "Oh, loving the makeup!"

"Thank you," you stare at your reflection in the mirror for thirty seconds straight, urging your eyes to find a flaw. Is the line on your eyelid crooked? Are your teeth stained pink? Maybe you should have chosen another shade for your blush.

"y/n," Mati is still pinching the bridge of her nose and you feel really sorry for laughing. "You look beautiful, okay? Stop looking at yourself like that."

You flashback to a time Victoria told you maybe you should just 'stick to what suited you' when you tried a shorter haircut.

"Thank you, Mati," you take your eyes away from yourself. "Sorry for laughing, are you sure you're okay?"

Mati nods, showing you her clean palm. "This has happened to me more times than I care to admit."

You giggle, running your fingers through your hair one last time. "I promise I'll finish packing as soon as I get back."

"Can you just focus on one thing at a time?" Mati picks a stray hair from your forehead and puts it back in place. "If Charles doesn't tell you how beautiful you look, I will kick his ass, by the way."

You laugh, but you hope he will actually think so.

You get a déjà vu feeling when you get to the restaurant and Charles is already there, tapping his foot on the white linoleum and fixing his empty cup on the little plate.

"Am I late again?" you ask after the host leads you to his table. You're smiling and your cheeks are about to protest in pain.

"I'm just too early, again," Charles gets up to pull your chair, and you hold your breath as he kisses your cheek before moving on to the next task. "You look gorgeous, soleil."

At least Mati won't have to kick his ass.

"Thank you Charlie," you beam wider, enjoying the moment of satisfaction before anxiety presents itself. "You look very handsome."

His beige shirt and glasses aren't otherwordly on a normal basis, but you love the way they look on him. And you're proud of yourself for being able to return the compliment for the first time.

Lunch goes by smoothly as you recap last night's party, the good, the bad and the ugly. You spent the rest of the night dancing with him and Mati, and doing your best to stay away from the vodka to soothe your nerves. You even saw Timmy again before he left, and he wished you good luck in his own strange way before saying goodbye in slurred French to Charles and you.

"So, what are you plans for the rest of the break?" you're on your third cup of coffee, not your best idea, really.

There's around twelve days left before Charles has to go back to racing.

"Maybe taking a trip, spending a few days at home too. I just want to rest."

You nod. As an actress sometimes you have to travel a lot, but it can't compare to the way he's always away from home, you just got the tiniest taste as an Elix ambassador.

"Sounds like a great plan, Charlie,"

It's like Charles is always inviting you to join him in anything he plans to do, and this is not the exception, as the words that come out of his mouth next are: "Do you want to come with me?"

“Come where?” You laugh, to be honest, most of the time you think his offers just come out of being polite. Like when you offer someone a piece of your food and you secretly hope they’ll say no.

But Charles is always authentic when it comes to his offers, especially to you. “Anywhere you want,” he smiles, his eyes become small behind his glasses. “Have you ever been to Greece?”

You can’t help but throw your head back and laugh. “Seriously?”

Charles nods, semblance unchanged. He is smiling but he isn’t joking at all. “Italy? though you know that already thanks to Matilde. Carlos says Tenerife is beautiful.”

“Why?” You gulp, your right hand is gripping your thigh under the table, anxious.

“I want to go with you,” Charles admits, and it’s the first time his calmness falters, just for a split second. “I like being with you.”

The line between what you two are and what you’re not is blurring again, and you’re uncertain as to which side it’s the one you want to choose to remain at, although you’re sure which is the safest.

“Why?” You repeat, your tongue is sandpaper in your mouth. You want to hear him say it, and you dread it all the same.

“Because I like you, y/n. I like you a lot, and I want to be with you.” Charles doesn’t skip a beat and the juxtaposition between how soothing his words are and how nervous they make you, has your head spinning. Sure, it’s not the first time he tells you he likes you. But you know this is different. "Why don't we hang out before you get busy with filming?"

You scoff. "Oh you do have a lot of faith in me, don't you?"

Charles frowns, always disliking every time you self-deprecate. "Yes, and so should you. I'm sure you're getting that role."

"Right," you sigh, annoyed at yourself for going straight down the self-hate line in front of him. Though it's not like he hasn't witnessed it before.

"So?" Charles jumps back to the previous topic swiftly, "Where should we go?"

"I have to go back to New York, though," you wince, your excitement and anxiety dying at once. "I made a promise to Mati."

Charles is unable to hide his disappointment as he looks down at the table. He's unsure of how much longer he can keep playing this game where he's okay with being just friends with you although it's clear you keep crossing each other's lines and taking a step back every time it gets too real. And he promised himself he'd be patient, because what he feels for you is real. But the pain he feels every time you find a polite way to reject him is also very real.

"I understand," he assures, smiling.

"Thank you, Charlie. I'd love to go with you, though."

It's the first time Charles isn't sure you're not lying to him.

"Are you actually out of your mind?" Mati gasps, her fork clanking against the plate as she lets it go. "Why did you say no?"

"H-How was I supposed to say yes?" you mutter, directing an apolegetic look to the rest of the customers Mati has startled.

"y/n my beloved, you just had to say yes, just like that. "Yes Charles, I'd love to go" finito."

"Right, you make it sound so easy."

Mati softens then, drinking from her sparkling water to gain some time. "Did you want to go with him?"

You find yourself nodding.

"Then why did you say no?"

"We have to go back to New York, Mati, I couldn't leave you hanging."

"First of all," Mati's accent comes out with her slight exasperation. "I can stay at a hotel, y/n. It's not the end of the world. Or you could always give me a key, you know," she raises both eyebrows, and it makes you laugh. "Why don't you put yourself first, y/n?"

This refers to pretty much everything going on in your life for the past 6 months. But the one time you put yourself first meant the beginning of the end.

"I'm scared," you whisper, avoiding Mati's eyes.

"I know," Matilde reaches for your hand and gives it a soft squeeze. "But you deserve to be happy, inspite of the fear. Maybe Charles can add on to your happiness. How will you find out if you don't even let yourself try?"

You know you cannot keep letting fear control your actions and stop you from getting what you want. You've done that enough, it wasn't patience that stopped you from speaking up for yourself all that time while Aidan and Victoria ran you through the dirt. It was fear.

"Could you excuse me while I make a phone call?"

Mati just cackles in response.

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The prickle on the back of your neck has returned, and you're trying to get more air into your lungs while you wait for Charles to pick up the phone.

"Allo?"

"Hi Charlie," you breathe, failing at hiding your anxiety.

"Hello, soleil," you can hear the smile in his voice, "Are you okay?"

"Um, yes. I just wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead,"

"So um, is it too late to join your trip?" you speak too fast, but you barely have time to wonder whether Charles understood, because he lets out a short, breathy laugh that's filled with relief.

"It's never too late to change your mind. Can New York really wait, though?" Charles fears he's said too much, or that he sounds sarcastic enough to make you regret taking the initiative.

"New York will be there, and so will Matilde," you laugh.

"Let's change your ticket, then, soleil."

You're still falling. You're still afraid. But you're going headfirst.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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Am I the asshole for hanging out with someone less in-person, and more online?

Here me out first please.

My buddy Austin (he/him) and I usually hang out at least every other week, if not every week. We've been doing this for the last few years after we both got more conformable doing in-person hangouts after the covid vaccines reached the general public in our country.

About a year ago, Austin was in a car accident (not a major one, don't worry) and walked away with a mild concussion (doctor's description). Ever since that car accident, Austin has been super sensitive to sound. In his words, walking across his floor in socks sounds like elephant stomping. His floor is carpet. Typing on a phone is so loud and distracting he can't hear anything else. Birds outside his house sound like they're chirping directly into his ear. He vents to me often that having a regular-volumed conversation sounds so loud it's painful to him.

When I'm over at his house, I try to be as quiet as I can. I'm careful to soft-step around the house and not take my shoes off. I try to shuffle or slide through the kitchen and other rooms that are not carpet so I make less noise. We whisper or half-whisper half-speak to each other in conversation. Movies we have subtitles on and the volume turned down to almost 0%. But Austin still looks like he's in pain by the end of a couple hour hang-out. Sometimes he'll get up and put in earplugs and then come back to continue the hangout. I feel really bad that he's putting himself through so much.

The last few months, instead of always hanging out in-person, I've been suggesting doing something virtual and letting Austin decide which he wants. I figure that if we're gaming, he can wear his earplugs or mute the game and we can use game chat or text each other to communicate. Same with watching movies, we can both adjust our volumes to our comfort levels (and leave subtitles on still. I don't mind them). Sometimes he wants to just do things online, and sometimes he insists on hanging out in-person. It's been about 60/40 online to in-person so far.

We hung out last weekend and first Austin said let's hang out in-person, but the night before we were supposed to hang out, he told me he rather hang out online this time. I was cool with it, but when I let my roommate Geoff (who is also good friends with Austin) know that actually I'd be home most of the day Saturday and answered Geoff's "why are you hanging out with Austin online again?" with "i don't know, Austin probably wants a quiet weekend instead", my roommate started accusing me of infantilizing Austin by hanging out online instead of in-person, that I'm abandoning Austin because his "auditory disablility is too inconvenient for fragile able-bodied feelings" (Geoff's words), and how since Austin hasn't explicitly said that in-person hanging out is too loud for him, then I'm being ableist by assuming things are too loud when he hasn't directly said that I am too loud. I argued that I don't think of Austin as lesser, I just don't want to cause him any unnecessary pain, and it's pretty obvious when things are too loud for him without words, because you can read the "Make it stop" / "No more" expression on his face. But Geoff doubled down really hard and told me i should be ashamed of treating Austin like he's incapable of making his own choices.

I was pissed and just walked out with my laptop. We did our movie day with me on the local library wifi instead. I don't think for a second I've taken away Austin's ability to choose, since I let Austin make the call on in-person or online!! But I'm also completely able-bodied. I haven't even experienced a temporary disability-experience like needing crutches during injury recovery or anything. Geoff has a chronic pain and fatigue disorder, so he has more experience with microaggressions than I do. So I don't know if I'm right about this being a non-issue, or if Geoff is right about me being ableist against Austin's noise sensitivities. It keeps eating at me now, and I don't want to bring this up with Austin since I already know he's really insecure about his new volume tolerance levels. Am I an asshole for doing online hangouts with Austin instead of sticking to only in-person stuff?

#aita #am i the asshole

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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you sat patiently beside him as the meeting came to a close

you were a silent as a mouse, taking notes whenever need be

eyeing him whenever there was a particularly important issue that needed to be addressed

you would not say your job was fairly important to those on the outside

but in reality you were the secretary to one of the world’s most powerful mob bosses

your job may be rudimentory in some sorts

what with only taking notes and being at your boss’ beckoning call

you attend every business meeting, took every phone call, checked off every list

you’re trusted more than some of his finest enforcers and associates

certainly smarter than them that was for sure

the meeting was soon adjourned

roman seemed bored out of his mind, simply dismissing them with a wave of his hand

you gathered your notepad and other belongings, adjusting yourself and getting ready to leave when he stopped you

“y/n. stay” a demand rather than a plea

you looked at him perplexed for a moment, resuming your seat as the final of his associates filed out of his office

“did you get everything?” he questioned, not making eye contact

rather insisting to staring at the wall

you furrowed your eyebrows for a moment

perhaps it was your choice of attire that put him off

a simple black pencils skirt with matching stiletto heels

a blazer and blouse with far more cleavage than any respecible secretary would dare show.

then again…this was your attire for most if not every day

“ah…yes sir!” you stammered over your words for a moment

placing your notepad infront of him on the desk

you began to ramble on with the summary report of the meeting

your words fell on deaf ears however

as roman fell intrigued with you for a moment

he was watching you speak but could hear no words

his eyes fell to your cleavage, feeling himself grow hard in his suit pants

“you’re such a smart woman y/n”

he cut you off absentmindedly, only for you to cock an eyebrow in confusion

“sir?”

“y’know…i often wonder what it would be like…”

he stood up, hovering over you, menecingly

you gulped thickly, noticing the sizable bulge in his pants

“to see you act like a little cockwhore…for me to make you a dumb little slut”

his face was centimetres from yours

your cheeks heated, flushed with arousal

“sir, a workplace relationship is highly inappropriate, especially that of the sexual kind…”

you gripped your clipboard, having retrieved it from his desk

nails digging into the thin wood

he chuckled heartily at your words

“slow down y/n…a little girl like you should not be using such big words”

he tilted your chin up, making you look at him

“i’m not asking you for a relationship, although the offer is tempting…”

his hand fell from your chin, tracing down the valley of your breasts

“think of it more as an employee benefit. in the end we both get what we want”

“s-sir..?”

you repeated, stammering over your words this time round

“look at you playing dumb already. y/n, i know you don’t come dressed like that for my enforcers”

he mentioned the mini pencil skirt and the unbuttoned blouse you adorned

you gulped, avoiding his gaze for a moment

“if you wanted my cock that bad, all you had to do was ask, babygirl”

you felt your proverbial shield come crashing down at the use of that pet name

normally you would not be so brash into giving into such temptation

but this was roman we were talking about

and the man is persistent if anything

quickly you dropped to your knees before him

an act of instinct, staring up at his large frame as he hovered over you

“good girl…”

he resumed his seat, unzipping his pants

his cock thrashed free against his stomach

far larger than you origionally anticipated

you took him in both hands, stroking the base of his cock while giving kitten licks to his tip

you took him in your mouth, already feeling the stretch of your lips around his size

“such a greedy little cockwhore already? i didn’t expect this from you, y/n”

you took him deeper, taking him as much as your throat could bear

“i’ll make a dumb slut out of you in no time”

you gagged around his cock, feeling the push of his tip in the back of your throat

he held your head down, bucking his hips upward to the rhythm of your moans

his groans echoes through his office, ringing through your ears

he came down your throat, white hot cum filling your cheeks

“thats it, drink all my cum, you dumb little whore”

he pulled out of your mouth, his cum dripping from your lips as you swallowed

showing him your tongue to prove yourself

he pet your head softly, motioning for you to bend over the desk

you did as told, ass wiggling in the air, waiting to recieve his cock

“it’s only been fifteen minutes and you’re already begging”

he lined his cock up with your entrance, teasing you for a moment

“please sir…please just fuck me…make me your dumb little slut”

“that’s more like it”

he thrusted deep into you, rough and relentless

he held your hips close to his, pushing your head down into his desk

“tell daddy what you’re job is, babygirl…”

you whined, already feeling completely full of him

“m-my job is to make daddy feel good. to be his little dumb, obedient slut”

“good…good girl”

your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as his deep voice made your skin crawl with arousal

“has daddy fucked you stupid, babygirl?”

you could only mumble and whine, mindlessly throwing your hips back against his

spit seeping from the corners of your mouth onto his desk

tongue hanging out past your lips

“y-yes daddy…” you blinked absentmidnedly up at him, through the slight reflection of the one way windows

thankfully he could see out but his enforcers could not see in

he came inside you without much of a warning

only a small grunt to signal his release

he pulled out of you, watching his seed drip onto his desk, followed by the flood of your orgasm

pretty cunt clenching aournd air as you came down from your high

“dumb slut, look at the mess you made” he remarked rather condescendingly

“don’t worry, daddy will get you cleaned up”

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misspearly1 · 2 years

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Hush

Pairing: Joel Miller x You (F!Reader)

Summary: There are many benefits to renting an apartment with your best friend; you can split the cost of bills and keep the spare cash, thus fattening your savings in the bank. The only downside however, is bringing your Texas born and raised boyfriend back to your place and trying to stay quiet when things become a little intimate between you and the man.

Keeping quiet proves to be a difficult task, especially since he can’t keep his hands off you, and when you become a little too vocal in the bedroom, well… he has to hush you.

WC: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. TLOU AU; the outbreak never happened in this story. Established Relationship. Date Night in the city. Teasing/Flirting. Kissing. Hand Holding. Smut. References of Public Sex/Foreplay. Mentions of Oral Sex. Unprotected PIV Sex (wrap it up irl folks). Rough Bathroom Sex. Joel holding his hand over Readers mouth to keep her quiet. Squirting. Soft aftercare and lots of Fluff. If I have missed anything in the warnings, please don’t hesitate to call it out, thanks!

AN: Oh, how I miss writing oneshots for this sexy fella. I really enjoyed this one, my loves. I hope you like it as well. 🥰

Living in the heart of Austin, Texas wasn’t your first choice, hell, it wasn’t even your second choice, but you’ve lived in the city for five years now and there’s a lot of things you're going to miss when you eventually move out of your apartment and buy your first house.

You’ll miss the serenity of waking up before everyone else and walking to work when the streets are almost bare and light with traffic. It’s calm and pleasant during those hours of the morning, and you’ll miss visiting all of your local cafes and coffee shops too, especially the owners and workers you’ve become friends with since you’re one of their regulars. You’ll miss living with your roommate too and all the things you’ve grown to love here.

Venturing out into the city on a Friday evening however, is not something you are going to miss. It’s what you consider to be the busiest day of the week since people are finishing work and heading into the weekend with a lot of steam and wild energy to blow off. Even though the nightlife of Austin has only just begun, you’re glad to be heading home to escape the mayhem. It’s much too busy for your comfort. You feel claustrophobic and suffocated.

The sidewalks are flooded with a slow-moving stream of pedestrians, the restaurants and clubs thronging with partygoers spilling out the doorways - their chatter, screaming or fighting deafening your ears - and the pavement you walk along is wet and sticky from spilled booze and food.

Oh yeah. This won't be missed, you thought with slight disgust. The streets will be cleaned tomorrow morning, but it’s a shame to see them so messy and littered with trash. Frankly, you would have much preferred to stay home this evening, but what brought you outside this busy Friday night was the guy you’re seeing - who is currently opening a cab door for you both to climb inside and make a swift getaway.

The night might have just begun for some people in the city, but yours is coming to a blissful end, and after you had practically thrown yourself into the backseat, eager to get home and relax, he jumped in after you with the same sense of enthusiasm and gave the cab driver your address instead of his, thus making you turn to look at him with a quizzical expression. “My place tonight?” You asked, a surprised tone in your voice.

“Yeah,” Joel replies keenly. “Tommy and Sarah will be asleep now. I don’t wanna wake 'em up and besides, your place is closer,” he adjusts his seating position to better suit his comfort by wrapping an arm around your lower back and pulling you into his side. “Is that okay with you, babydoll?” he asks, his voice softened with affection, and even if it wasn’t ok with you, that thick southern drawl of his would make it ok. You nod softly with a small smile on your lips, “Mhm. Yeah, that’s perfectly fine with me,” you whispered.

Upon noticing the way you were lustfully gazing at him, he mirrors your little smile and winks, the flirty gesture making your cheeks heat up with flattery. He reaches out to place his finger on your chin, keeping you in place as he leans in slowly and closes the gap. It was a chaste peck on your lips, yet it was electrifying. The way he looked back at you, his eyes honeyed with desire and passion, sparked an arousing sensation in your core. You were turned on rather quickly. It didn’t take much and it’s all because of a simple gesture, but Joel knows how to make you feel horny in the most uncomplicated ways.

You feel happy in his presence tonight - you always do - but more happy than you’ve ever felt before. Since you’ve been dating the man for six months now and have slept together plenty during that time, it’s abundantly clear that he’s still into you and isn’t looking for something casual. Despite the fact that he did tell you from the beginning that he’s not looking for a fling, you always take those words with a pinch of salt from guys, never fully trusting that they’re being serious to save yourself the heartbreak later down the line. You like to think that actions speak louder than words, and so far, Joel’s actions have been loud and clear on how he feels about you.

As he turns away to look out the window and watch the sidewalk crammed with people pass by, you watch the ample glow of neon lights gliding across his face, the pretty colors highlighting his handsome features gracefully. His date night attire was pleasing to look at also. He wore a clean black fitted shirt, long sleeved but the fabric was neatly folded up his arms, and the top two buttons of his shirt were left open which generously displayed the sexy distinct veins in his neck, the cut off point of his summer tan and the hair nestled at the top of his chest. The dark blue jeans and belt really tied his outfit together though, accentuating his tall and muscular build. He looked really good, and all of the men and women who turned their heads to eye him up tonight would agree.

Joel is older than you, not to a great extent, but you sometimes wonder if all men age like fine wine or if it’s just him. You’ve seen pictures of him in his younger days and he was good looking back then too. Having said that though, it came as quite a shock to even find him on a dating app all those months ago. Suppose you have his daughter and his brother to thank for pushing him back into the dating world otherwise your paths wouldn’t have crossed together. You wouldn’t be here right now feeling his calloused fingertips caressing your knee, his hand threatening to travel up your bare leg and disappear under your skirt at any given second. You see that little smirk on his face, the corner of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly with the filthy thought of fingering you in the backseat of a cab. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done something so sexually audacious and it won’t be the last either.

Joel’s personality is generally rather reserved and private overall. He has to connect with someone before opening up to show everything about himself; all the good, the bad, the ugly and his vulnerabilities too. It didn’t just happen overnight with you or after the first date. It took time for him to reach the level of comfortability and openness where he’s at right now, and you’re most grateful for it because he’s more than just his good looks. He’s a big softie and a gentle giant, a family man who is protective, kind and compassionate. He has many features besides his appearance that you adore so much, and while you still admire all those pretty coloured neon lights gliding across his handsome face, you think highly of everything else about the man too. Flaws and all, including the bad, the ugly and his vulnerabilities.

Your deep train of thought comes to a halt with the cab pulling up outside your apartment block; it was situated right on the shores of Lady Bird Lake and just a five minute walk away from the Texas State Capitol. This location is divine, perfectly placed in the city where it isn’t too noisy nor too quiet, and you like that balance. You’ll miss your apartment, but Scarlett Nicholson is someone you’ll miss most of all. She is your best friend and roommate. You moved in together to split the cost of bills and help each other save up enough money to move out someday, and considering you’ve both amassed enough savings, that might be any day now.

After beating Joel to the chance of paying the cab driver, you both climbed out the car and made your way to the main entrance, the cold night-time breeze whipping between the buildings causing your skirt to lift up and expose your underwear. He grins from ear to ear at the sight of you frantically trying to cover your ass, then stands behind you and pulls you flush against his chest whilst holding your hips firmly. “Here. Let me help with that,” he said with a burgeoning excitement, his bellowing laughter tickling your neck. “Showing all yer goods to the neighbours there, doll.”

“Only person seeing these goods is you, Joel.” You scoff jokingly. Holding onto his hands and approaching the main doors to your apartment building, the wind was still causing your skirt to lift up, but at least now your backside was concealed by his body. “Thanks for laughing at me before stepping in to help, babe. I really appreciate that,” you giggle with a modicum of chide in your tone.

“Of course. Anytime darlin’,” he chuckles before opening the door for you. Once you were inside and out of the cold, he didn’t let you go of you and continued to walk with his chest pinned to your back, using the close proximity to place open mouthed kisses on your neck. It was a little difficult to walk properly, but you didn’t mind all that much since the hold he had over you was intoxicating. The man sucked on your skin, leaving a pretty little bruise behind whilst humping your ass exaggeratedly, the movements making your whole body bob up and down as you walk up the stairwell. He was really grinding his hips into you and it was more of a humorous gesture rather than sexual, the sight could only be described as silly and perverted.

“Joel, there are cameras here.” You warn, then throw your head back with amusement. It didn’t matter to you that there were cameras here. You didn’t care, but you did care about the possibility of someone walking down the stairwell and seeing your boyfriend acting like a man starved of your touch. He stopped with the exaggerated movements in his hips, but continued to grind into you at a subtle and barely noticeable pace. It was nice and delicate, pleasurable.

Upon reaching the second floor and entering the corridor, you and Joel keep the noise down as you approach your apartment. As well as the fact that there are other people here and you don’t want to disturb them, Scarlett will be in bed fast asleep for work tomorrow and you don’t want to disturb her either. She awakes in the early hours of the morning just like yourself, arriving at work sometimes as early as four o’clock. Even though she probably wouldn’t mind you accidentally making too much noise, you keep in mind that the woman needs her sleep just like everyone else does.

After unlocking your front door quietly and slipping inside with Joel, you make your way to your kitchen while he locks up for you. The apartment was in complete total darkness and Scarlett's door was shut, which only confirmed that she was indeed fast asleep and you should keep the noise down to a minimum. While you grabbed a couple bottles of water from the fridge, Joel entered your bedroom and made himself at home. You found the man sitting on the edge of your bed, his socks and shoes already removed along with his shirt. He was in the middle of unfastening his belt before you kindly offered to do it for him. “Let me help with that,” you whispered.

Moving across the room and placing the bottles of water and your phone on the bedside table, you watch the man lean back onto his hands and spread his legs apart, giving you more access as you kneel to the floor and nestle between his thighs. As you get into position for him, he looks down at you with a smile on his face, his hair slightly dishevelled as you reach out to open his belt. You feel his muscles tense in his thighs and hear the way his breath hitches, a soft grunt caught in the back of his throat. “You alright up there, stud?” You ask quietly, seduction rolling off your tongue. “You’re looking a little hot.”

“Mmm. M-hm,” Joel hums deeply, not confirming nor denying your statement about the way he looks. He didn’t need to. You were right and he knows it. He was burning up under your touch, the placement of your hands directly over his crotch making the blood rush straight to his cock. You look up at him with doe-like eyes, a suggestive look in your expression as the position you’re sitting in gives you naughty ideas. “You know, while I’m down here,” you begin to say, but pause briefly when he smirks, “Do you want me to…” you poke your tongue into your cheek, then watch as he palms himself and groans softly, no doubt picturing you sucking him off.

“I um-” he clears his throat, snapping out of his train of thought, “-I’d love that babydoll, but you know how I can get quite vocal when you…” he stops mid-sentence when noticing the slight disappointment in your eyes. You love to take care of Joel, and he knows how much to like it too, but he’s right. He can get really vocal when your mouth is stuffed full, gulping back as many loads as he can offer. The man just wants to be respectful of your roommate and neighbours, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want you. He leaned forward and the swiftness in his movements took your breath away. “Sit on my lap instead,” he offers an alternative, “Gotta stay quiet, don’t we girl?” he growls, his voice deep with hunger to feel your warmth wrapped around him, “I’ll bury my face into your tits. That’ll keep me quiet.”

“Mmm Joel…” you bite your lip, stifling a moan, “Don’t tease me with a good time now, baby.”

“No teasing, darlin’,” he shakes his head, his tone firm. “Get up here already,” he reaches out for you, his impatience evident in the way he sweeps you off the floor and pulls you onto his lap. The action makes you want to cry out a moan of his name, but you fight the urge and grip onto his biceps instead, steadying yourself as he drags your hips over his crotch deliberately. He pats your ass twice, silently telling you to lift up for him, which you do without hesitation and then feel him yanking his jeans down eagerly to free himself from the confines of his boxers. You physically hear his cock spring back and slap his lower stomach, the sound was audible and sexy, but now that he was free of his clothes, he turned his attention to your clothes.

Taking your shirt off hastily along with your bra, you throw the clothing over your shoulder and reach for your skirt before he suddenly grabs your hands. “No, not that,” he whispers, then looks into your eyes, “Keep that on for me, doll. I like the way it looks on yer,” he says. You nod to him, panting slightly under your breath with anticipation as you stand up to remove your panties. They couldn’t have come off any quicker before you took a seat back on Joel’s lap, feeling his cock pressing into your slicked folds made you stifle a whine.

He licked the tip of his fingers and coated his cock with his spit, holding you steady to notch himself at your entrance. “Ready, sweetheart?” He asks, and waits patiently for your answer. Joel usually spends a lot of time preparing you for the stretch, getting you ready for him with his head between your legs extracting as many orgasms as you can give, but not tonight - tonight you need him desperately.

“Yes, baby,” you breathe, nodding fervently. He eased himself inside before holding your hips with a tight grip, letting you take over and direct the pace. The breach was most enjoyable, your walls stretching open to accommodate his size as you sit down on his cock, causing the man to grunt and choke on his moans of pleasure before it inevitably became too much and he had to bury his face into your breasts.

You, on the other hand, had to bite the back of your palm, muffling all your pretty little whines and whimpers as you took him inside. His size was impressive, no matter how many times you’ve taken him before, it’s always a pleasant stretch. After you had taken him whole, still struggling to keep quiet as well as him, he was yet to pull his face away from your boobs. Joel breathed raggedly, savouring the sensation of your warmth wrapped around him and the tightness of your cunt squeezing his cock. You were soaking wet, the desire oozing out of you coating the hairs on his mound.

He was so hot. You could feel his face burning into your chest, the sweat beginning to gather along his brow as you continued to clench around him purposely. Rocking back and forth once before coming to an abrupt stop at the sound of your bed hitting the wall, the man huffs frustratedly into chest and grabs handfuls of your ass, “Hold on,” he warns seconds before standing up with you held in his arms, the action making you gasp with pleasure. It was loud. Unintentionally loud and you instantly worried about waking up your roommate. “Hang on, darlin’. I got an idea,” he says before walking toward your bathroom.

After carefully closing the door behind him, he moved toward the sink and sat you down on the edge, hoping the new location would muffle the noise a little better. “You good?” He asks once again before picking up where you left off. You wrap your legs around his back, pulling him into you before resting your head to his shoulder. “Yes.. God yes. Please Joel,” you beg, needing to feel him fuck you just the way you like it. He could sense that desperation in your voice and knew exactly what you were asking for. What you were really in need of.

There’s a time and a place to make love, but this isn’t that time nor the place. You want it rough, and he didn’t keep you awake any longer. Hooking his arms under your legs and locking his hands together around your back, the position bending your body to his will, he buried his chin into the nook of your neck before pulling out of your cunt, leaving only the tip inside. You braced yourself for the thrust, knowing it was going to be breath-taking.

Only it wasn’t. Instead, he damn near punched the air out of your lungs when he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion before pulling out and repeating the action. You could barely breathe and you loved it. You loved hearing his balls slapping against your ass and the deep grunts of satisfaction escaping his lips as speared into you. His voice was so broken and guttural, the sound making you mewl into his neck.

He kept his thrust short and fast, using the hairs on his mound to stimulate your clit and bring you towards that familiar peak. It was too much, yet equally not enough at the same time. His pace was wild and untamed, as if using your pussy for his own satisfaction. You fought to stay quiet, and it was a battle that you were losing. The man quickly pulled his head back from your neck to clamp his hand over your mouth and silence your mewling cries of pleasure.

“Nnghh… much better,” he smirks, panting a praise “That’s a good fucking girl. Taking me so well, Y/N. Aren’t yer?” He asks, and you nod frantically, moaning as your cunt gushes around him. “I need yer to come for me darlin’. C’mon, you can do it.”

Your vision begins to blur as you let go, the peak of your climax hurtling toward you so quickly that you felt light and weightless, limp in his arms. It was extreme and intense, ecstasy taking over your entire body as you felt a burst of liquid escape you, the essence of your orgasm drenching his legs.

“Fuck,” He growls, his brows knitting together tightly. “Keep soaking me, darlin’. C’mon,” he says, and continues with the punishing thrusts in and out of your cunt, drawing out every ounce of desire you could possibly give.

The man panted and moaned victoriously, his voice resonating a heavy sense of pride to make you squirt all over him. “Oh shit, shit!” He coos pathetically, pulling out at the last second and releasing his warmth all over your pussy. You rested your head to his chest, looking down at his cock and watched him spill ropes upon ropes of his seed. It was twitching, the prominent veins along his length bulging and his balls pulling up each time he released a creamy white load. “Ohh fuuck,” he breathes and rubs the tip through your folds, smearing the mess he made. “Goddamn. That was… fuck, that was beautiful.” He lifts your head to look in your eyes, “You’re so beautiful, Y/N… Are you ok?” He asks.

“Yeah baby,” you nod, your eyes slowly closing with exhaustion as you rest your cheek against his check. He reaches behind you and runs the tap, grabbing one of your hand towels on the rail to hold it under the water. “Give me a second. We’ll go lay down after I take care of this,” he says, bringing the wet towel between your legs to clean you off, the contact of his hand making you whine. “M’sorry, sweetheart,” he says apologetically, knowing that you're overstimulated.

After he was finished taking care of you, he wiped down his legs too and laid a couple more towels on the floor to soak up the mess before wiping it down as much as he could. He picked up the items and placed them in the laundry basket by the door, making sure the place was somewhat clean. It made you smile to watch him not only take care of you, but your apartment too.

“Thank you, handsome,” you reach out and hold his arms before moving off the countertop, the wobbly feeling in your legs making you fall into him. “Jesus. I haven’t felt like this in a little while. Walk with me babe, I don’t trust my legs right now.” You laugh bashfully, the sweet sound of your voice making the man chuckle with you.

Walking back into the bedroom with him holding you closely, he pulled the covers back on your bed and together, you climbed in. The very moment you got comfy, your phone chimed and lit up the entire room. You sighed worryingly and instantly assumed the worst. “Shit. Please say I haven’t woken you up,” you mutter under your breath, hoping that it wasn’t Scarlett texting to say that you and Joel were too noisy and now she is awake.

Grabbing your phone off the bedside cabinet and looking at the screen with a pang of guilt, you lay back into Joel’s side and show him. “Ah fuck,” he sighs with the same sense of guilt as you. It was Scarlett texting, and you unlocked your phone to read the message together. ‘Hey, gorgeous. I know it’s super late, but Jake called after you left with Joel. I’m staying at his place tonight so don’t wait up for me. Love you.’

Silence befell you and Joel upon reading that message. Not a single word was spoken, but the humorous little smiles on your lips as you both shook your head spoke loud and clear.

All that effort to stay quiet and she wasn’t even home to begin with.

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typingcorgi · 2 years

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unexpected (part i of a two-part series)

rating: e (minors, please shoo. you will be blocked) word count: 1.7k+ pairing: joel miller x f!reader warnings: pre-outbreak timeline, canon divergent timeline, hint of vague age difference (if he's 36 I'm thinking like the reader is 5-10 years younger but honestly insert whatever age you want), tipsy sex, fingering, creampie, protected p in v sex (yay for responsible joel), praise kink makes brain go brrr, porn with plot, quasi-public sex, soft-ish!joel, no use of y/n story summary: a one-night stand with a handsome stranger doesn't go as planned. chapter summary: you and joel meet at a bar and fuck in the bathroom. author's notes: no apocalypse, yay! this is part one of a multi-part series. excited to get this new ball rolling. this is just going to be a fun romp away from the mushroom zombies, okay? have fun getting yours ;) and as always, please feel free to reblog or leave a comment! your feedback is so very appreciated.

“I don’t normally do this.”

You admit it through a panting breath, during the one rare moments in which this perfect stranger isn’t capturing your lips against his. In a languid motion, he turns the lock of the door behind your head, ensuring your stolen moment won’t be sorely interrupted.

You’re not so drunk that you don’t remember his name: Joel. Of course, he hadn’t shared his daughter’s name, but just hearing that he had one to take care of at home—and she seemed reasonably responsible, attesting to her father’s clear grip on parenthood—caused something to stir beneath your navel.

“That makes two of us,” he rumbles against the shell of your ear. His fingers press against the flesh of your hips, and he adjusts his stance so that one of his feet stands between either of yours. He hitches up his knee against the locked door, encouraging you to ride it if you want to.

And holy fuck, you want to.

You’d met the guy at the bar a couple of hours ago. He’d been moving past you and nearly spilled your drink right out of your hand. He apologized profusely and chalked it up to not having been thrown into Austin nightlife in a while, but then he also mentioned he got nervous around pretty women, and you were sort of a goner.

You didn’t want to show your hand so readily, though. “Uh-huh,” you nodded, arching a brow. “How many girls have you tried that line on tonight?”

“None,” he shouted over the thrumming guitar of some country band playing over the bar speakers. “Just you. I’ve been out of the game for so long, I figured I’d try my luck. How’d I do?”

He was grinning, the smile beneath an unkept and patchy beard wide and almost cheeky, meeting the edges of his tired eyes. You couldn’t fight him on his charm, but you’d challenge him on being a good conversationalist.

He bought you your next drink. He told you his name: Joel, and that damn knucklehead over there that I came with is named Tommy. Joel explained his situation: his brother tricked him into enjoying a rare guys’ night out. He worked like a dog all damn week, and the week before that, and the one before that, too. And even though his preferred Saturday nights comprised of passing out to late-night Simpsons reruns, his daughter had been babysitting a neighbor’s kid before heading off to a sleepover with her friends. It seemed as though a night out had fallen into his lap, and he wouldn’t have heard the end of it from Tommy had he passed on such a perfect opportunity.

You people watch together, guessing what conversations were shared between the obvious first-daters or commiserating coworkers. You’d started out the night as one of them: two of your friends from work joined you for dinner and drinks, but once they’d realized your attention was occupied elsewhere, they gracefully whispered their goodbyes into your ear as they headed out for the evening.

“Who’re they?” Joel asked over the edge of his Corona bottle.

“My colleagues,” you said. “Friends. We got dinner next door earlier tonight at that little Italian place.”

Joel hummed as he took a swig of his beer. “Yeah, and what is it the three of you do? You supermodels or somethin’?”

You tried not to giggle at the obvious line. “No, we’re teachers. I teach English. High school.”

Joel gave an appreciative whistle. “God bless you,” he commented, shaking his head. “Never had the patience for kids to deal with them in mass numbers. Thank god mine is a good one, otherwise, I’d be in real trouble.”

It wasn’t one singular moment that called on you to beckon Joel into the single ladies' bathroom at twelve-thirty in the morning, but instead a compilation of smaller ones. It was the way he caught eye contact with you once or twice when he thought you weren’t looking. It was the way his flirting caught you off guard, because he didn’t strike you as a player, a serial dater, but fuck, he was good at keeping your attention. It was the way he continued to ask you about your career, and if you liked it, and what you liked about it. It was the way he asked you what you did for fun, and if you ever got your thrill from kissing older guys in crowded bars. It was the way he kissed you when you said you didn’t.

“Come with me,” you cooed into his ear, tugging the shirt collar of his plaid button-down. He was helpless.

And now you’re here, beneath the dim lighting of this bar’s bathroom. Joel’s tongue sweeps against yours as you ride his thigh. You revel in the friction of your panties against your clit, the path of his free hand, sliding up the hem of your dress before kneading the meat of your ass. He moans against your lips, removing them from yours if only to catch his breath and praise you for being such a goddamn good girl.

He calls you that and you nearly melt. He calls you that and you wonder where in the hell he learned game like that, if what he says is true; he’s been out of the game for quite some time.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he drawls. The hand massaging your ass now slides toward your front, slipping beneath your underwear. Two thick fingers tease your entrance, and while you’d normally feel a little pathetic for getting so wet for a perfect stranger so damn fast, Joel doesn’t seem to mind at all. He groans as he slips one finger in, curling and releasing it against your walls while your hips begin to buck in time with his motions.

Joel chuckles darkly at your obvious enthusiasm. “That’s right. You like that? You like ridin’ my hand underneath this pretty dress?”

You groan a yes as slips a second finger into you, and you’re damn near ready to come, but as you feel your upward crest begin to settle beneath your skin, Joel retreats.

“Wh—what are you doing?” You ask, chasing his kiss while your hand finds his wrist. “No, you need to keep going, keep go—”

“Greedy,” Joel hums, the smile on his face one of unbridled satisfaction. “Yeah, I will, but unfortunately for us, we don’t exactly have the luxury of time.”

You notice him palm the back pocket of his raw denim, pulling out a worn leather wallet. And from there, you want to laugh at him for still being the sort of man that carries condoms around in his wallet, as if sex could happen at any of life’s junctures, but instead, you silently thank god that he has one, because you don’t, and holy fucking shit, you need him to fill you up right now.

The drinks you’ve had in his presence give you an unusual sort of confidence. You normally wouldn’t be the type of woman to ask a guy to fuck you in a public bathroom, nor are you the type to get your fingers on his belt buckle and help him slide his jeans down his legs. You aren’t the type to hold onto the edge of the bathroom sink while the guy at the bar fucks you from behind, filling you up to near pain, causing tears to form along the corners of your eyes.

“Holy—holy shit, Joel,” you pant. “You’re s—so, so fucking—”

“Take it,” Joel grunts, his pace punishing, sweat forming along his furrowed brow. “I wanna see the way you look when you’re freshly fucked.”

You gasp, careful not to give away your delicate position to anyone who might be waiting outside the locked door (although the music is so damn loud, you’re fairly confident they’d be none the wiser).

He collects your hair in a gentle fist, planting a kiss against the hot skin of your neck. Your fingertips are bone-white from their grip on the edge of the sink, and Joel continues to fuck into you, steady and sure with every thrust that he makes to the hilt.

Your vision damn near blurs when your walls clench. It’s enough of a signal for Joel to move a little faster, bring you to your climax sooner because he can’t get enough of your body, and he can’t fathom you leaving this little space without you singing his name.

“J—Joel,” you stammer. “I’m gonna—”

“Me too,” he interrupts you, and you know it through the nearly pained tone that falls from his lips. His fingers on your hips draw tight, pressing each digit into your flesh as he groans into the back of your shoulder, meeting his own edge.

And then, in the midst of the comedown, in between his heavy breaths beneath his broad chest, Joel retreats from his goddamn spectacular space inside of you. Joel retreats, and turns you around, and kisses you.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he admits, clammy forehead pressed along yours. “I don’t—I don’t mean to presume or anythin’ like that, but—could I see you again? Another night?”

You’re shocked.

You’re fucking shocked.

This had all of the makings of a one-night stand: two strangers drunkenly crossing paths on a busy Saturday night, they meet, they flirt, they fuck, they go home. Why the hell would Joel want to see you again? Sex, obviously. Sure. But couldn’t he do this again with another nameless woman, another pretty face he meets in a different bar on Main Street?

Your surprise must be evident because Joel quickly backpedals. “Forget it,” he says, suddenly sheepish. “Was a risk, I know. This was probably just a one-off for you, too, I get it. I just—”

You’d interrupt him with words, but kissing him is so much hotter.

“You’re thinking too much,” you whisper with a sincere smile. It’s only then you give yourself a minute to straighten yourself up, pulling your panties back over your hipbones and turning to unzip the tote bag you’d discarded onto the tile floor earlier.

Of course you come prepared. Of course you have a pen. You grab a paper towel from the stack resting at the edge of the counter, scribbling your phone number in crisp purple ink.

“Call me the next time you’re looking for a night out,” you say, offering up the napkin to him. And holy fucking shit, you feel so fucking cool, because this doesn’t happen in real life. Women like you don’t meet hot strangers in dimly lit bars and let them fuck you in the bathroom.

Except, now you do. Joel’s smile is awkward and shy when you kiss him on the cheek right before you leave.

#this is a little slow start but it willll pick up ;) stick with it babes #heheheehe #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller #tlou fic #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fic #the last of us fanfiction #no y/n

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blainesebastian · 1 year

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beach day (ccg universe)

words: 2,375 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) “ccg and austin take luci to the beach and have a beach day, maybe after award season and they’re just having a fun vacation” warnings: none notes: will be posting again when i come back from disney, tuesday-ish. thanks to anyone who reads / comments / likes / reblogs, much appreciated! tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

You know the moment Luci’s feet touch sand that she’s going to be trouble.

She’s never been by the ocean before, so it was obvious to both you and Austin that this small getaway was going to be something. She’s very much used to the park, basically knows that terrain like the back of her hand, can run free under her parent’s gaze to chase squirrels up a tree or talk to some (unwilling) pigeons or find her spot on a swing or slide. But here? New rules, new places to explore.

You make sure you pack everything under the sun for her (pun intended)—sunscreen, floatie swimsuit, a hat, swim shoes, sandcastle building toys, the works. You’ve been to the beach plenty of times, but it’s your first with a toddler.

This was all Austin’s idea, wanting to completely unwind and disconnect after awards season. Nothing too extensive, there’s no need to escape for a complete month or anything, but you can understand the urge to get away and feel refreshed. It’s a restart button. There are so many new projects and passions on the horizon, not to mention Luci makes every day interesting in her own way, you’re just looking forward to unwinding with your little family.

Austin books an air bnb with a patio that leads into the sand and on the water—it’s very exclusive, private, connected to a resort nearby in case they would ever want to be in a pool or visit a restaurant instead of the ocean or cook something. Admittedly, you like the idea of having time to yourself (your husband to yourself), and less possibility of running into any paps (even though you know you’re not completely hidden from the public eye). The almost promise is more than enough.

The resort has a small store that you’re milling around in as Austin takes Luci to the bathroom—you definitely had her use the facilities at the Airbnb before leaving it but, it’s all still a learning curve. Besides, you wanted to get a container of fruit or something to take in the swim bag that you’ve got over your shoulder, perfect to mix with the crackers and cheese that you have already packed. Pushing your sunglasses further into your hair, you adjust your sheer cover-up skirt over your black and white polka-dot two-piece bathing suit. Luci’s got on a matching one piece—you thought you were being very cute and clever with that.

You reach for a small package of pineapple and strawberries at the same time this guy does, both of you kinda doing that awkward laugh and pull-back before he motions for you to go head.

“Thanks,” You smile, picking up the container and checking the price.

“Haven’t seen you around the resort before,” He says, grabbing one for himself and you get what he means even though you know where this is going. The resort is on the smaller side, exclusive, and this is the first time you and Austin have brought Luci over here to check out the small market.

Before you can even say anything—

“Feel like I’d remember someone as pretty as you.”

You let out a slow breath, giving the guy a kind smile, “That’s because I’m actually here with my husband and daughter.”

And you’ve got no idea if the guy thinks it’s some kind of line, because he glances down at your hand and doesn’t see the wedding ring (you’ve taken it off for the beach) and has the audacity to keep going.

“And here I was gonna offer to buy you a drink.”

“She said no,” Austin says as he approaches and you turn to look at him over your shoulder. He’s got Luci in his arms and it looks like he’s put her hair into pigtails since he’s had her. His tone is kinda neutral, probably not to alarm his daughter, but his face is set—eyes a sharp blue, that muscle working in his jawline. “You havin’ trouble with that?”

The guy clears his throat and shakes his head once before backing off, quickly moving towards the cashier to buy his fruit and leave. You sigh softly, giving your husband a warm smile in hoping to melt the ice around him. Sliding your arms around his waist, you lean in and peck his lips.

“Can’t leave you alone for a minute in this suit, apparently,” He teases against your mouth, nipping at your lower lip with his own. “Sharks start to circle.”

A soft laugh rumbles in your chest, squeezing his waist, “No one is circling.”

“Sharks!” Luci exclaims excitedly, “Fishies.” She reaches for your face with both of her hands, clasping your cheeks.

You can’t help but snicker, playfully tugging on one of her pigtails, “Yes, sharks and fishes. We’re gonna go check out their home soon.”

Austin takes the fruit from you to buy and you slip it into the beach tote before heading back outside. The sun is high in the sky, the weather hot but not suffocating, clouds like hazy cotton balls hanging about in the mass blue. It’s literally a perfect day for the beach. You take your sandals off to walk in the sand once you reach the Airbnb, Austin setting Luci down and holding onto her hand so they can work together to find a perfect spot to put their towels down.

Luci points and you nod because this will work, it’s right by the water but close enough to their patio that they can set drinks on the deck instead of in the sand. You throw the towels down, opening them up to sit on and removing your cover up because there definitely needs to be sunscreen. You can feel Austin’s eyes on you and when you look over, you can tell he’s checking you out, his gaze tracing over your skin like his hands would.

Kind of ironic coming from him, how beautiful he is, panels of smooth skin with kisses of freckles on his cheekbones and shoulders. He’s wearing small pieces of accent jewelry, a ring that’s not his wedding band (so he doesn’t lose anything valuable) and a thin silver chain resting around his neck. You playfully stick your tongue out at him as he undresses and he lets out a soft laugh, removing his t-shirt so that he’s just in his fitted swim trunks.

Luci takes off her sandals and attempts to make a run for the water and luckily Austin is quick, he does a half spin and picks her up right out of the sand, “Where do you think you’re goin’?” He asks, flipping her onto her back in his arms.

“Daddy!” She giggles, kicking her legs, “Water.”

“Water,” Austin shakes his head, sitting with her on the towel, fixing her swimsuit straps. “For one, my lil dino,” He reaches for the sunscreen you’re handing him, sitting down on the towel next to Luci. “You need sunscreen, and secondly, you never go in the water without me or mom, understand?”

He tips her chin up to make sure she’s listening and she nods, her eyes bright and wide as she takes a look out at the water, Austin putting sunscreen on her arms and legs while you put a small dollop on her face.

She gives you a cheesy, big grin and you can’t help but chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to her hair. After you all have a decent layer of sunscreen, both you and Austin hold onto one of Luci’s hands so she’s in the middle and walk towards the water.

Luci has always been a really curious girl, so she’s not scared when she dips her toes in and then a whole foot, squealing as the wave of cool water slips over her ankles and legs. Austin chuckles a little, gently swinging her with his arm into the next wave. She then reaches both of her hands towards him,

“Up!”

You sink into the water, up to your waist, toes curling in the sand underneath you. You smile as you watch Austin lean down and bring Luci into his arms and he slips down towards you, the water reaching his shoulders eventually as you both wade out.

Austin keeps a secure grip on Luci, who claps at the water and reaches for you every so often, touching your hair and shoulder. You dive under at one point and bring up a seashell, which she’s totally enamored by, and you decide that you’ll keep and maybe make it into a piece of jewelry for her one day. It’s a sturdy, nicely shaped, off-white one—almost has this semi-pink hue to it. Perfect to go on a necklace.

It's a lot of time spent in the water until Luci decides that she wants to build a sandcastle for the rest of the day. She’s very particular about the structure, disregarding a lot of what Austin attempts to build, much to your amusement. You take a few videos and post one to your story, Jillian instantly commenting and leaving a mix of love and jealousy in her emojis.

When you head back inside for the day, Luci is definitely spent. You just manage to give her a quick bath and change her into pajamas before she’s like warm clay in your arms. She slumps against your chest, face tucked into your neck.

“Haven’t even had a chance to get my swimsuit off yet.” You chuckle lightly as you pass Austin in the kitchen, who’s quickly changed into a soft pair of gray joggers and a white t-shirt. His hair is slightly blonder today from the sun and in wild curls, cheeks kissed tan-ish pink.

He takes a break from pouring both of you an iced coffee from the fridge and reaches for Luci, “I’ll put her down, you should take a shower—think you got sand in your hair.” He playfully reaches for a strand near your jaw and you smack his hand away.

“Charming.”

He smirks and plants a quick kiss on your cheek before you can hit him again and moves to take Luci down the hall. Shaking your head, you walk to the bathroom and turn the shower on, rinsing and shampooing quick in order to get into more comfortable clothes. When you use your towel to dry off though, it kinda feels like cardboard or like the Airbnb didn’t use enough fabric softener when washing these things. It hurts to use, especially on your shoulders and…

Wait. You wipe the steam off the mirror, turning to look over your shoulder at your back and groan.

“Crap.” You mumble under your breath, pulling your underwear on and towel drying your hair.

You open the door to let the steam out, wincing at the red skin and you’re trying to figure out what you an even put on to lounge in…it’s going to have to be something that’s similar to the strap design of your bathing suit. Ugh.

“Where’s the aloe?” You ask Austin as he comes round the corner from putting Luci to bed.

He takes one look at your shoulders and a soft smile twinges its way to the corners of his mouth, “You do this every time.”

Austin sounds far too amused for your liking…and if you didn’t need him to find the aloe and help you apply it, you’d be throwing this towel at his head. “I do not.”

You wander into the bedroom after dropping the towel in a basket in the bathroom, sitting down on the bed. This is totally not your fault…you kept applying sunscreen throughout your day after being in and out of the water. What else could you do? You sigh softly and tip your head back as Austin comes in with the green bottle, rolling it between his hands to warm up the aloe—honestly, husband points for that one.

“Least it’s me and not Luci.”

Austin hums and settles down behind you, brushing your hair aside and pressing a kiss to your sore shoulder. He squeezes aloe out into his hands and continues to warm it on his palms before gently settling his touch on your skin. You wince a little, closing your eyes, letting out a slow breath as he rubs it in.

“Should start feelin’ better in a few minutes here.” He says, leaning forward to plant a kiss to the back of your head. You smile a little, can’t help it, the feeling of his touch and the heat of his body utterly comforting.

“Today was really nice.” You stand from the bed and reach for a sports bra in your suitcase that has similar straps to the bathing suit you had on today. With a little bit of help from Austin, you wrangle the thing on and…avoid being in a decent amount of pain, so. Pulling your hair up into a bun, you turn to look at your husband, “Luci’s definitely a fan of the beach and water.”

“And seagulls.” Austin chuckles warmly, moving a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “There was a lot of tryin’ to talk to them today.”

“Probably misses her pigeon friends.” You snicker.

But admittedly, this was great. Without doubt something needed after the stress and busyness of award season. You reach out to place a hand on Austin’s chest, your thumb tracing back and forth along his collarbone. You’ve still got time left on this vacation clock, but you’re already thinking ahead—

“We should definitely come back when we’ve got the time.”

Austin picks your hand up and presses a kiss to your fingers, “We’ll make time.” And you smile because you know that’s a promise.

Chewing on your lower lip, you raise your eyebrows, brushing your fingers on his cheek, “You know what we’ve got time for right now?”

Austin lets out a warm laugh, amused, “You gonna be able to do anything with a sore back?”

You playfully push him to lay down on the bed, crawling on top of him until you’re straddling his waist, “Looks like I’ll just have to be on top.”

Austin hums, his eyes darkening blue as he leans up and draws you into a kiss.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things #ccg

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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i'm on my knees and i can't wait to taste your rain

summary: austin is such a good boy for his mama. the best of boys especially at the oscars. rating: m. word count: 1943 ( blurbs, i said. blurbs. ) warnings: mommy kink. oral ( f ). dom/sub dynamic. anxiety attacks being alluded to as well as general anxiety. public play. vibrating cockring. orgasm control. the oscars? author's note: so. welcome to day three of kinktober: mommy kink with austin. if i haven't made it very clear, i love writing sub austin so much. you could give me a million prompts of it and i'd enjoy writing this man being a good boy. absolute puppy of a man, y'all. also treat me nice fans, peep me dropping sub austin in another closet/bathroom. i'm really enjoying kinktober, y'all. if you knew the things i had up my sleeves. also gif credit to @karamelcoveredolicity who blessed us all with this.

Austin is a good boy, a good man, a good puppy. He's polite to a fault, hardworking and one of the kindest souls you have every had the pleasure of knowing. Austin is gorgeous but seems to enjoy pretending he isn't, he seems to enjoy pretending that if acting doesn't pan out he could model. It'd be annoying on anyone but Austin.

But Austin is also one of the more anxious people you've met. He stays too much in his own head and can't always get himself out of it. You realize this when he's so nervous for an interview that he's shaking and no matter what trick or technique he tried he couldn't calm himself. The only thing that had worked was your hands on his shoulders telling he'd be okay over and over until you had heard him say "I heard you, mama" softly. The phrase sends such a shock to your system that you drop your hands so quickly you'd have thought Austin's skin was on fire. Austin's eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say something- anything- to explain himself before he's dragged to the proper backstage. You weren't his mama, you had done something like that other people, but to Austin? No, that hadn't crossed your mind. You weren't sure if you could do it. You stay in the dressing room until Austin comes back in. His lower lip is essentially completely in his mouth has he gnaws on it. You frown realizing just how far he's back in his head looking at you.

"Tell mama what's wrong, baby boy." You whisper as you stand up and take his hands in your own.

The relief on his face at your words and the way he sags against your body tell you that you made the right choice with your words that night. You learned just how much he needed a mama like you, someone to help him, someone to be there for him when others wouldn't be or wouldn't do. It made you wonder why you ever thought you couldn't do this with him. As he said that night and so many other nights in your lap.

"I think you might have been made just for me. Just to be my mama and to live your own life."

He only ever has said it in your lap, you never press about it otherwise.

Oscar season was going to be rough no matter what, you both knew this. It's why you had made sure that your schedule- as packed as it normally was at the beginning of the year was clear. It was an adjustment, telling your job that yes, you needed this time blocked off and if anyone needed your help you'd be available to talk but not for extensive amounts of time. You didn't usually attach conditions to your relationship with Austin, either as his mama or as his girlfriend but you had asked him to after award season was done to respect the fact that you were going to basically be living at the office. He had agreed with a bit of a pouty lip, but he was an adult, he could handle it.

It's the night of the ceremony and you specifically had told Austin that while it was the most important night of his life, he also needed to be in the moment enough to enjoy it. The two of you had come up with the idea of the vibrating cockring. By now- months from that interview you had learned that controlling when Austin could orgasm- controlling how hard his cock could be- was the best way to ensure he stayed focused and in the moment with you. You know you're not famous enough to be next to him in the cast pictures, you're not famous at all really but you still try and stay close, the remote for his cock ring in the pocket of your dress. It's in one of the photos on the red carpet that you see his hand shaking behind Priscilla's back and you turn up the vibration setting one level.

You can hear his intake of breath from a distance and you see his hand has stopped shaking before you realize that he's walking over to you with eyes that have had their pupils overtake most of the iris. His hand moves to grab your arm in an attempt to pull you close enough for him to whisper in your ear.

"Mama, I can't- you can't do that when I'm by Priscilla, she thought something was wrong." He practically hisses. There's no malice in his tone just worry that he exposed himself.

You smile for the cameras that are taking both of your pictures before leaning in to his ear and turning the vibration up one more level. "I'm your mama, baby boy, I can do it when I want. You were shaking. You needed it."

He opens his mouth to deny it before you raise your eyebrows and tilt your head just so, a sign that he knows means you will accept no arguments from him. Instead he shuts his mouth and moves to kiss you, something he knows the camera will enjoy. Austin Butler, man of the hour, the one who's likely to be the only one to take on Brendan Fraser for the best actor prize, kissing his lawyer girlfriend. He grabs your face as he's done a million times, both hands cupping your cheeks and you for once mirror him in front of the cameras, your own hands moving to cup his cheeks. He nuzzles into them and you can't help the soft smile that crosses your lips as you kiss him when you feel it.

"Color, baby boy?" You ask as you pull away.

"Green." A beat, and a murmur. "Need you though, mama. Need to taste your pussy when we go in. Please?"

You chuckle softly as you pull away. "Be good and we'll see."

Being good was a challenge, it shouldn't have been but you decided to up the ante to make sure Austin didn't start to panic about what was going to be happening tonight. What might not happen tonight. By the time you and him are at the end of the red carpet Austin's practically vibrating as if the cockring is making his whole body vibrate with it. His arm is around you and his mouth is by your ear the second you're away from the constant flashes of cameras.

"Please mama, please, I've been good. You're being mean but I'm such a good boy. Such a great boy for you." The words come out in what sounds like Elvis's southern drawl, half slurred and you find that it does something for you. Enough of something that you find yourself dragging him to the nearest room with a lock and forcing him in there. The second the door is locked you're bunching up your dress. The joys of buying your own and wearing it, you didn't have to worry about a designer getting mad you wrecked it.

"On your knees, Austin." You say as you shimmy out of your underwear.

He doesn't even hesitate his knees hitting the floor with a thump that has you wincing before you feel his tongue against your slit, causing a surprised "oh" to leave your mouth. He blows a puff of cold air against the warm line he had just left before humming and diving in. He eats you out like a man starved, his tongue flicking at your clit before dipping into your cunt a pale imitation of his dick or his fingers but the sensation of something slipping in and out of your cunt as quick as his tongue does has you gripping at the table behind you. He pulls away when he realizes your hands aren't in his hair.

"Hair, mama."

Two words before he's back against your core, focusing his attention on sucking at your clit, his faint 5 o'clock shadow scraping at cunt and the insides of your thighs. You let your hands move down to his hair, pulling it and earning a groan as well as a shiver from him. You know you have to be quiet, you two can't get caught, not tonight of all nights so you bite your lips even as you feel Austin's fingers join his tongue, curling just so to have your hips bucking against his face his nose putting pressure on your clit. You two are going to get caught but maybe it's worth it. Maybe it's worth it to make your baby boy happy, to give him the reward he deserved for being so good on the red carpet. To give him an incentive to be good throughout the ceremony.

"Such a good boy for your mama, Austin. The best boy a mama can ask for, god, baby, right there, fuck-" You whimper your thighs clenching around his head as you feel yourself right on the edge of coming. Austin smiles against you and nips at your clit and you clench even tighter as your toes curl and you lean back, your head hitting the wall behind you and your back arching before you come back down in a flash. Austin doesn't stop licking, almost as if he's trying to clean up the mess he made of you before he pulls back, his mouth covered in your juices.

"Best boy?" His eyes are a little lidded, but not enough that you're concerned for his well being. This is what he needed, this should settle him enough for most of the ceremony.

Your hand moves to the lapel of his jacket and you use the grip to pull him up to a standing position as best as you can. "The absolute best boy. A boy who's earned not having the cock ring on. Because mama knows her best boy can hold off on coming without it. Can't he?"

He nods slowly as he watches your hand sneak into his pants and with an ease he marvels at, manage to get the ring off without too much trouble. He sees your underwear on the floor and grabs them as you put the cock ring in your clutch. You eye the underwear until he says something.

"Can I keep them for a good luck charm tonight?" He asks, his face contorting into what you'd like to say is the best impression of a puppy dog that you've ever seen before. It makes your heart hurt and feel so full of love that you can't help but kiss Austin before you answer, tasting yourself on his lips.

"You can. Going to keep being a good boy tonight?" It's a question you don't need to ask but you figure checking in won't hurt as you straighten out your dress.

"With your panties in my pocket? Why wouldn't I be, mama?" He looks in the mirror and fixes his hair before turning to you. "Back out to that?"

"Back out to that, baby boy." You nod, taking his hand and squeezing it. "You're gonna win. Trust me when Mama says that."

He does and when he's thanking his mama in his speech everyone thinks he's just talking about Lori. And you know he is, but you also know his eyes don't ever leave yours when he says I couldn't have done this without my mama and you know it wasn't just her he was talking about. He might be the best boy in all of world to you, but to him, you might just be the best mama in all of the world.

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cricketnationrise · 8 months

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Time: 14:28

Location: the music room at Kensington Palace

Character: June Claremont-Diaz

Song/lyric vibe: I'd scream at the wind but no one would listen (U Deserve - Wasia Project)

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2:28pm, kensington music room

Most of the time, June can put the fact that Henry is an actual honest-to-god prince, fourth in line for the throne, and all-around big deal out of her mind and think of him as her friend, a fellow Austen-enthusiast, and her little brother’s boyfriend. Most of the time, June can set aside the fact that his sister is a literal princess and their brother is going to be king one day. Most of the time, June can look past the notion that Henry’s mom is going to become queen in her lifetime.

Sitting in goddamn Kensington Palace, in one of the best-appointed music rooms June’s ever seen, is not one of those times.

Aside from Bea and Henry’s bedrooms, it’s the most casual room she’s seen so far. It’s suffused with a sense of family and laughter, unlike the more public spaces of the palace that seem to sag under stonework and tradition and a persistent phantom dampness. Even the guest suite she was shown to earlier feels coldly formal. But the lingering sense of chill falls away here.

There’s half-drunk cups of tea on the side tables, notebooks scattered on the grand piano, Bea’s leather jacket slung over a squashy-looking armchair that wouldn’t look out of place in a thrift store in Austin. All of the instruments, while of obvious quality, look like they’ve been played often, and well-loved. While the collection of electric guitars is gorgeous, June’s attention is drawn toward the older acoustic guitar propped up in the far corner, half-hidden behind a fern.

She pulls it out and sits with it, strumming idly, echoes of lake water lapping at the dock in her ears. Her fingers pluck out simple chords, adjusting to the new instrument before the music swirling around her head takes over her hands. She’s flying through John Denver and Selena and Dolly Parton and Fleetwood Mac and Patsy Cline, lost in memories of easy summers at her dad’s lake house. But then June’s thinking about last time at the house, and Henry, and how devastated Alex was to wake up with him gone. How he’d been a shadow of himself for a week before taking off across the Atlantic to scream some sense into him. And then the leak, and the election, and suddenly there’s furious tears streaming down her face and she keeps harshly playing the same bit of Johnny Cash over and over, like a skipping record, the lyrics in her head drowning all other thoughts:

And I went down down down

“June?”

And the flames went higher

“June?”

And I went down down down

“June!”

And the flames went—

Bea pulls the guitar out of June’s hands and it’s all June can do to not curl up in a ball or let loose a scream—anything to mitigate the swirling anger that she’s been shoving down for weeks. Her hands ball into fists as she half-sobs, trying to get a hold of herself but then, Bea’s hands are covering hers and June lifts her blurry gaze to Bea’s face.

“Just let it out, love, you look like you need it.”

And June tips forward and buries a scream in Bea’s shoulder, lets Bea pull her closer and cage her in as the scream turns to sobs. It takes a long time for June to calm down again, fighting for each gasping breath while Bea rubs her back and murmurs soothing nonsense. Eventually she calms down enough to sit up properly again and wipes her face with the cuff of her sweater.

“S-sorry about that, Bea. I just—”

“If you think you’re the only person who’s had a breakdown in this room, you’re sorely mistaken,” Bea says. “Christ knows I’ve had more than my own fair share. But my sponsor says they’re good for me so…”

June sits with that a moment then—

“I’m just still so angry.”

“About the leak?”

June nods. “About all of the shit they dealt with. That they’re still dealing with. And like, officially, everything’s fine now, right? My mom won and Richards is going to be punished and Alex and Henry are happy but—”

“They shouldn’t have had to deal with that in the first place,” Bea finishes grimly. “And because everything’s “fine” now, we have to be fine, too.”

“Yeah. Like I just feel like screaming at the injustice of it all, but no one would listen. ‘They got their happy ending, so can’t we just move on?’” June mocks. “I saw some rando post that on Twitter this morning and couldn’t get it out of my head.”

“Maddening, isn’t it?”

“Understatement of the century.”

“Next time, text me. Odds are I’m feeling the same way.”

June does grin at that. Bea’s probably the only other person who gets what it’s like being the older sister to such a potent force for good in the world. Who gets wanting to fight anyone and anything that threatens her brother’s happiness.

“I will.”

#cricket writes #tailsbeth #ficlet fest 500 #rwrb #angry big sisters vs the world #the line you prompted really grabbed me by the throat

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tsalexisandrews · 2 months

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How common or uncommon is crossdressing according to you? How much of a taboo is it ?

While getting yourself a professional makeover at the several places you mentioned, have there been mishaps where you got excited turned on? How was that dealt with?

For a first timer maybe in Europe, which professional studio would you recommend?

Do you know any professional studios in Asia/india/china/thailand?

Has there been an incident ever thus far where someone who is a relative/friend has almost accidentally found out about you? How did you handle that situation?

How often do you get excited/ turned on looking at yourself? What do you do about it?

Ever picked up a man or a woman or a tgil/CD at a bar/night club or any LGBTQ events etc? How did it go? Describe an event?

Ever smooched/hooked up in public at any of the tgirl events you attended? How did it go?

I think the act of publicly crossdressing/transgenderism is certainly more common than in years past. I'd theorize the number of people who WANT to act on CD/TG urges is the same as its ever been. Its just now become more acceptable in society and its being publicized more, so it seems as though it is more common. Of course, its more acceptable in some places than others, so that certainly plays into how common it is.

I've been lucky to experience professional makeovers/transformations 15 times at 6 different places in the US and the UK. Contrary to what one might expect, I did not get sexually aroused at all. Perhaps it was the professional environment I was in, but these artists wo do the work don't see it as a sexual act so for me its not even considered. No accidents occurred and therefore I dind't get turned on. Now when I got home and looked at the pictures, thats anther story!

I will always recommend Jodie at the Boudoir in London as a first time experience, primarily because I think she's the best and shes a dear friend. But I did have very good experiences at Boys wll be Girls in London and Dafni Girls in Barcelona. Check any of them out!

I haven't been to any transformation studios in Asia, and the only one I know of is in Japan. A quick google search will find the name. They do a really good jo according to one of my friends.

I've been caught once and it didn't go well. I'll leave it at that.

I do occasionally get turned on looking at myself. Frankly, I'm at the point where I'm more critical of how I look and so any pictures I see I tend to see flaws. But occasionally there's a really flattering picture that stirs something in me. Same thing with a mirror. I'm always adjusting something and trying to perfect it.

I have been picked up at clubs in the past, and most of the times (like any non-queer instance) it ended pretty well. Maybe we have drinks, go out to another club afterward, and likely back to one annother's place for some fun. Not always, of course- some people are assholes. But one time that went well was at a club in Austin. I went there with a couple other trans girlfriends and met a really nice local guy. He bought me a few drinks, we hit it off talking about football, and left before closing time to a hole in the wall bar. A few more drinks and I coul tell this guy was ready to go. He was really cute, as tall as I am, and very polite- but direct and firm. Turns out, he's into bondage too and has a mini dungeon in his house. I let me friends know where I was going and ended up having some of the most mind blowing sex until 7am. He was very dom which matched to my sub, and it was fantastic. I left and never saw him again!

No, I haven't hooked up at the Tgirl events I go to, which is really just Viva Wildside in Vegas every May (check it out- it is a BLAST). The girls I hang out with aren't looking to hook up, certainly not with each other, and therefore its more about being able to party in public as ourselves. Its not a sexualized event (though I imagine it happens), as we're all just having fun in Vegas. I've never felt the desire to hook up while there, of course remember I'm more attracted to women and men than trans, so that may have something to do with it too.

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sillygooseassociation · 2 years

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Introduction to the World

Request: hi! could you write something where jason takes her to a football game along with the ted lasso fam and it’s her first time in a stadium and there were some pictures & videos of jason and her being very pda/being so in love and everyone on social media is freaking out cs they’ve never seen Jason be so affectionate in awhile. im so sorry this is long but i hope it makes senseee!! i love all your fanfics thank you smmm 🫶🏼

Description: Attending a soccer game with Jason and the Ted Lasso crew, the two of you announce your relationship to the world. The announcement is easy when Jason struggles to keep his hands to himself.

Warning: age gap (about 15 years), mentions of baby fever

Pairing: JRU (Jason x reader universe), Jason Sudeikis x reader

Word Count: 2.2k words

A/N: The next part of the Jason x reader universe, or the JRU as I'm calling it. I hope that I'm not making these requests just for me and that you all actually enjoy them haha

Jason paced the space in front of your shared bed as you softly chuckled at him, trying to push aside your thoughts of how hot he looked while pushing his hair back anxiously, “Y/N, you don’t have to do this.” You kick your feet as they hang over the edge of the bed from your seated position, nodding as you send a small smile his way, though he doesn’t see it, “Yeah, I know I don’t have to do this Jas, I want to.”

You stand up and close the space between the two of you, grabbing his hand and tugging him to look at you, “Jason, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, you know that, right?” Your boyfriend’s eyes soften as his gaze finally meets yours, “What, why wouldn’t I want to do this? This has no real changes for me in public, just you.” You cock your eyebrow up at him, hoping some light-hearted teasing will calm him, “Oh really? You’re ready for the tabloids to call you a cradle robber?”

The man groans and defeatedly puts his forehead on your shoulder as you wrap your arms around his waist, “Would you stop that? 15 years is not ‘robbing the cradle’.” You smile and giggle softly, moving your arms so that you can run your fingers through the hair on the base of his neck, “No, it's not. You’re perfect baby. And we’re perfect. I know I don’t have to do this, I know we don’t have to go public, but I want to.” Jason pulls away slightly to look at you, about to argue against you, though you know it's out of protection, but you continue before he can interrupt.

“I’m tired of having to hear about vacation adventures with you and the kids, I want to be there with you. And I hate not getting to be there with you on your big nights. I want to be there when you win an Emmy for your last season, I want to cheer for you from the crowd, not our bedroom. I want this, it’s time, okay?” Jason blinks slowly before pulling you into a deep kiss, holding your face to his with his hand on the back of your head. He pulls away just enough to speak softly, his lips bumping against yours as he talks, “How the hell did I get so lucky with you?”

You smile brightly at him before pulling him in for a peck only to then push him away, “We both are lucky. Now hurry up, we’re gonna be late and I don’t need them thinking it’s because we were fucking.” Jason laughs loudly before walking to the dresser, grabbing his red pens and putting on his watch, “I believe the correct word here is shagging, honey.” You roll your eyes at him through the mirror as you adjust your hair once more, “Are you fucking ridiculous? This isn’t Austin Powers, they would say fucking.”

Jason sits on the edge of the bed to put on his Jordans, watching as you send a text to Hannah with your ETA, “Ya know, we could run even more late and make their suspicions true.” You look up to see Jason wiggling his eyebrows at you before you flip him off, eliciting a deep laugh from him, “Shut up or I’m changing my shirt.” He throws his hands up in surrender, heading out of your room with a smile on his face as he thinks about introducing you to the world with his name printed on your back.

When the series wrap party had been settling down, the cast and crew presented Jason with a wrapped gift which was met with protests from their boss, exclamations of “I told y’all not to do anything.” You stood with Juno as he unwrapped the present, trying to keep your distance from him just in case any assistants decided to risk their NDAs by taking pictures of the evening. Jason raised the jersey out of the box, simply happy with the gesture, though you let out a small “aww” when seeing the back of the kit. The man looked up with a confused expression on his face, the room gesturing for him to turn the shirt around, a bright smile breaking out on his face. Rather than ‘LASSO’ being printed on the shirt, the two large zeroes for the coach’s number instead sat under ‘SUDEIKIS’. You could see the tears welling in his eyes when taking in the gift, though he quickly cleared his throat and pushed them away, thanking the room before encouraging them to continue the celebrations.

Only having received that gift three days ago, you were sure that he would wear his new kit for the match between Chelsea and Milan. He instead opted to wear a Kansas tee and his England puffer, inspiring you to wear your USWNT jersey over your long-sleeve shirt, if he was going to wear a jacket for a different team, you could do that too. Before you could put on the American jersey though, Jason sheepishly asked if you wanted to borrow one of his shirts instead. You nod, though you are confused as to why he seemed to be nervous about asking, you loved wearing his clothes, after over two years together you never said no, why was he acting weird? You quickly realized why as he pulled the hanger out of your closet, a soft smile appearing across your face at the blue jersey. He was introducing you to the world as his partner in life, and he wanted to do that with you wearing his name as your own. How could you ever say no to that?

As the two of you headed out the door hand in hand, you can’t help but giggle to yourself at the interaction from an hour ago while getting ready. This man was such a romantic, yet he tries to play It off as though it’s nothing. You glance at Jason as he waves to the suburban approaching with your group of friends, smiling at how lucky you are to have him as your own.

You sat in your stadium chair as Jason, Brett, Hannah, Juno, and Brendan took a photo with a fan. Your group had arrived at your seats barely five minutes ago and none of the others had an opportunity to sit down yet, greeting watchers of the show with bright smiles and offers to take pictures. As the last fan, a young boy and his mom, headed to their seats just a couple of sections over, the crew finally had a chance to sit down and relax, Juno on one side of you and Jason on the other. The guys begin to discuss the match as Hannah updates Juno and you on what her daughter was most recently up to, only furthering the baby fever that you and Jason had recently been experiencing.

Laughing at something Juno said, you turn to Jason in surprise after he places his hand on your thigh. The man remains deep in conversation with his friends though he must sense your attention placed on him, glancing at you before fulling turning his body towards you when he sees your concerned face, “You okay, honey? You’re not regretting this, are you?” You quickly shake your head, you’re not regretting this at all, you’re finally out in the world with your boyfriend like a normal human, “No, I’m really happy we’re doing this, just, I didn’t think you would want to…ya know…”

You gesture to his hand on your thigh which causes him to laugh loudly, “Baby, you should know by now that I don’t like keeping my hands off of my girl.” Blushing deeply, you whip your head around to make sure none of your friends heard his comment, though this only makes Jason laugh more and move his hand higher up your thigh. Seeing that no one heard, or at least is not acting as though they did, you turn back to face Jason and his evil smirk, “No, I know that you fucker, I just didn’t think you’d want to do that in public.” He chuckles at what you call him though he leans in closer when sensing some of your worries, “Honey, I have not had a single doubt about being seen with you since the moment I met you. Yes, we waited a couple of years to go public, but none of that was because of being ashamed of you. We are here, we are together, and if we are finally together in public, I want to be together completely. So I am going to be insufferable and always be touching you in some way, just like when we’re with friends or our kids, okay?”

You nod happily, leaning in to give him a small peck though he quickly takes control, deepening the kiss with a bite to your lower lip. You chuckle into the kiss before hearing the teasing groans of your friends, “Fucking hell, we should have never supported them going public.” You pull away with a laugh, looking over at the exaggerated eye rolls of your group which are met with Jason flipping them off, “All of you can fuck off, okay? I can finally show the world who the love of my life is. You’re lucky I’ve kept it in my pants this long.” The group lets out a mixture of laugh and expletives under their breaths, “My God, Jason.”

You pop up with excitement, looking around at your older peers who all look at you confused at the sudden burst of energy, “Oh! Speaking of not keeping it in your pants, friends from over here, would you ever say shagging over fucking?” Juno lets out a scoff, as Hannah, through laughs, supports your side of the argument, “Jesus, no.” You look to Jason with a pleased expression, “See? The resident experts say no.” Brett looks at Jason with joking disgust, “You thought we would say shagging? This isn’t the fucking Christmas Carol, Jason.” You nod along while pointing at Brett to emphasize what he’s saying, “Exactly, and if it was, it’d be the muppet Christmas Carol.” Brett leans past Brendan and Jason to give you a fist bump, “Damn straight, Y/N.”

Jason throws his head back as he groans in frustration, “Oh my God, I should have never introduced you.” The group laughs as the stadium erupts in cheers, all of you looking up to see the stadium screen is showing different celebrities at the game. Everyone relaxes into their seats, all of you resuming your conversations from before as Jason moves his arm to wrap it around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. The stadium erupts in cheers again, the people behind you seeming to be extra loud and excited, which makes sense when you look up and see your group on the screen with the caption “The cast of Ted Lasso”. The five of them all wave in the direction of the camera as you just look back and forth between the people on either side of you, a proud smile on your face.

You catch Jason’s gaze out of the corner of his eyes, your smile seeming to grow even more. He turns his full attention back to the camera and you can’t help to appreciate his side profile, the gray of his beard making itself known at the base of his scruff and his temples showing a little color too. From under the collar of his shirt and puffer, you spot a mark that you left the night before, bringing a blush to your cheeks.

As the camera turns to another celebrity guest, Jason turns to you, a loving look in his eyes as the two of you make eye contact. He places his free hand on your cheek, “I love you baby, so much.” You lean forward, close to his lips, “I love you too, bubs, more than you know.” The two of you meet in the middle, sharing a sweet kiss that Jason tries to turn hotter before the stadium erupts in cheers again. You don’t move apart but then those around you begin to whistle, causing Jason to remove his hand from your cheek before you pull away only to see that the screen is once again showing your group. Or really, showing you and Jason casually having a make-out before the game begins.

Your face turns a deep red as you turn to bury your face into Jason’s neck, trying to hide from the attention of the stadium. Sure, you were ready to be placed in the public eye by going public with Jason, but you definitely did not expect that to happen with a photo of you two passionately kissing while with your friends. Jason places a kiss on the top of your head, waving to the camera once more and giving the crowd, and really the world, a thumbs up. You stay tucked into Jason’s side but pull your head back, now once again face to face with Jason.

Everyone in the stadium cheers loudly and stands up as the players file onto the field, everyone but you and Jason. The both of you chuckle, Jason leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose and eliciting a small giggle from you. He smiles brightly at you, taking one of your hands into his, “How’s that for an introduction, huh?”

#jason sudeikis #jason sudeikis fanfiction #jason sudeikis fanfic #jason sudeikis fic #jason sudeikis x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso fam #ted lasso tv #JRU

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wrongcaitlyn · 6 months

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heyy! can you make an apollo time line?? like until before talk your talk starts. i'm so confused

YES okay so i have a very detailed outline in my docs (aka for all the stuff i want to eventually cover in the memoir) but those contain a lot of spoilers so i'm going to give a brief outline of all the main events, just so that the timeline makes sense bc i totally get it - i, too, was very confused by my own timeline when first writing this fic. the amount of shifting and adjustments of it... yeah it was very confusing bc i kept putting off *making* a timeline for apollo and instead just throwing random bits and pieces of lore at him😭

SO here's the official talk your talk apollo timeline

1979

April 8: Apollo is born

1995

July (age 16): Apollo's debut album is released (at this point in time, he has already been in the film industry for years as a child actor, as well as various other smaller gigs/singles. He, before this, has also signed a 5-album contract with his father's record label.)

1998

October - December (age 19): Naomi/Apollo relationship (bonus fun fact: the billboard music awards were on december 7, 1998. This is about nine months before august 23, 1999. do with this information what you will.)

1999

August 23 (age 20): Will Solace is born

2000

June (age 21): at some point, a one night stand with Latricia Lake September 15 - October 1: Sydney Summer Olympics, Darren and Apollo first meeting (they continue to have an on and off relationship from 2000-2003, not really a committed relationship though)

2001

February 28: Austin Lake is born

2003

July (age 24): Darren and Apollo start dating officially

2004

January: Apollo's fifth album is released early March: Apollo and Darren break up mid March: Apollo's tour for the album starts April 1: Kayla Knowles is born late April (age 25): Apollo calls off his contract, doesn't extend his contract, and publicly breaks ties with his father's record label/management. The tour is cancelled, and Apollo disappears from the public eye - but not before "coming out" (this was largely seen as speculation/rumors, not an actual confirmation of his sexuality, and largely forgotten by fans) August 13 - 29: Athens Summer Olympics, Darren and Apollo final meeting (until 2019)

2007

March (age 27): Naomi Solace dies of a stroke before a concert on her tour May (age 28): Will moves in with Apollo

2010

November (age 31): Apollo meets Leo December: Kayla moves in

2011

March: Apollo meets Nico

okay i THINK those are all the important dates/events - hope it all makes sense!! if there are any questions abt apollo's backstory, or just general questions about this timeline (or, if there's an inconsistency that i somehow missed- for some reason, the first time i wrote this timeline, i wrote that kayla was conceived at the 2004 olympics. which makes. zero sense. seeing as she was born in april of that year. so yeah.) but anyway!! i love talking abt apollo and i realize there is a LOT of lore/backstory around him that i haven't gotten around to explaining, and i love rambling. thank you so much for the ask!!

#wrongcaitlyn #talk ur talk fic #talk ur talk asks #it's absolutely heartbreaking when writing this and the original timeline seeing how YOUNG he was #like ik he's a god in canon. but. ugh it makes me so sad and i'm literally the one who wrote this #he deserved a childhood #but at least he gave his kids one :((#apollo dad of the year award im so attached to him

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pinkcaddyconfessions · 2 years

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Anything for You, Darlin’

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Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader (can be Austin!Elvis if you prefer)

Word Count: 1, 595

Warnings: Fluff, Language

GIF Credits go to @troubleinapinksuit

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Chapter 13

September 16, 1977- 7AM

A month had passed since Kennedy’s birth. Elvis had taken time off to be with you and the kids as you both adjusted to life with 4 kids. Elvis took Mallory and Elvis Jr to school in the mornings which was a relief for you, but also it was sweet. If you went back in time to tell your younger self that Elvis Presley would be taking your kids to school, you would laughed your ass off. But here he was, doing just that and so much more for his family.

Today, a press conference was to be held to announce the rescheduled tour dates; it also would be a chance for the media to ask you and Elvis questions about your lives together. You knew the drill by now, but you were still nervous as hell. In order to settle your nerves, you decides to start getting ready for the day. Before you could begin going through your closet, you heard baby Kennedy crying. You walked out of your bedroom to head to the nursery. As you were walking down the hallway, you could hear Elvis’ velvet voice softly talking to Kennedy.

“Now, Kennedy Grace, is there really any need for all that fussin’ little woman? You know daddy’s got ya.”

You chuckled to yourself. When you walked in, you saw Elvis holding baby Kennedy in the rocking chair. He didn’t even notice you at the doorway because he was so focused on her. When he looked up, he saw you standing there in your robe with a little smile on your face.

“Morning Satnin. How did you sleep last night, queen?”

“Not too bad, thanks for asking babe.”

“I think someone wants to see you, baby doll.” Elvis said to you. You walked to him and scooped up Kennedy from his arms. She was still awake so her baby blue eyes looked up at you.

“Hi Kennedy. How’s my baby girl doing this morning?” You softly cooed to her. Elvis got up from the rocking chair and motioned for you to sit down. He carefully helped you get comfortable once you sat down because he knew you were still having some minor pain from Kennedy’s birth.

“(Y/N), are you ready for today?” Elvis softly asked you. He knew you were nervous about today because it was first time you were would leave the safely of Graceland since Kennedy was born. Elvis was nervous for you and you could tell it by the look in his icy blue eyes.

“I’m ready as I’ll ever be Elvis. I just hope they decide to go easy on me.” You said while looking down at Kennedy, watching her slowly fall asleep in your arms. Elvis knelt down beside you and brushed your hair out of your face.

“Satnin, they will be. In case you didn’t notice, everyone loves you baby doll. Even if they didn’t, I love you so much doll.” He softly kissed your lips and then picked Kennedy up to put her into her crib. You tried to get up by yourself but Elvis wasn’t having it.

“Now (Y/N) Presley, you know better than to be getting up by yourself.”

“Elvis, I’m fine. I’m not made of glass.”

“You’re right on that, but you also had major surgery a month ago. You are not getting up by yourself until I say so, you understand?”

Elvis was always overprotective of you, but since he nearly lost you, it went up another notch. He gave you his hand and carefully helped you up on your feet. The two of you slowly walk to your bedroom, looking at all the pictures in the hallway of your little family. When you walked into the bedroom, Elvis was already going through your huge, shared closet.

“Now baby, I’m not gonna let you wear anything that’s too tight on your stomach.” He said to you as he came out the closet. Elvis came out with ten different options for both you and him, but one option stood out to you like a sore thumb: the baby pink dress with long sleeves made out of lace. That was the dress you were wearing when he proposed to you and also when the two of you made the public announcement that you were going to become parents. Tears started to form in your eyes. Elvis came back out from the closet and saw the single tear that had escaped your eye. He set his clothes down on the bed and came over to you.

“Satnin, what’s the matter? Is your stomach hurting you again?”

“No it’s not my stomach baby.”

“Then what’s on your mind, doll?”

“You kept it. You kept the dress?” At first he was confused but he knew instantly what you meant. He wiped away your tears with his calloused fingers.

“Yes (Y/N), I kept it. I couldn’t bear to part to part with it. It looked so beautiful on you, but that’s not why I kept it. It was the memories. I still remember getting down on one knee to you wearing that dress in the backyard. I remember when we told the world that we were gonna be parents. I know you may never wear the dress again, but please don’t make me get rid of it.” His blue eyes were filling up with tears. You knew he was sentimental, but you knew knew the true depths of it.

“Elvis Aaron Presley, I will never make you get rid of it. It warms my heart to know that it means that much to you. If you want me to, I’ll go try it on for old time’s sake.” You wiped away his tears as you were making him the offer. He nodded to you and handed you the dress. You walked into the bathroom and took your robe off. The dress was still in prefect condition. Elvis didn’t want you bending over so he helped you get it on. When he zipped you up, he couldn’t stop looking at you.

“Wow baby, even after all these years it still fits you like a glove. I’m gonna have to take you out in it one day here soon.” Elvis noticed that you had your left hand on your stomach right where the incision scar was. You were trying so hard to hide the pain, but it didn’t work.”

“Satnin, you don’t have to wear it today if it makes your stomach hurt doll. Come on baby let’s get you in something more comfortable. He slowly helped you get out the dress and back into your robe. He carefully tucked the dress back into the closet. He giggled as you went through almost every option until both of you could agree on what to wear. You finally decided to wear a beautiful red dress shirt with the leather black skirt that Elvis had made for you after the ‘68 Comeback Special. You also chose one of his scarves to tie onto the side. When you stepped out of the bathroom, Elvis’ jaw nearly hit the floor.

“Baby you always look good in everything, but hot damn red looks so good on you.” Elvis was right. Not many people could pull off the color red like you and him could, so you decided red was gonna be the color of the day. He decided to go for black dress pants and the matching jacket with a red shirt underneath to match you. Elvis was memorized by you doing your makeup. He could literally sit there for hours just watching you do anything. He only snapped out this state when he heard Kennedy crying.

“Finish getting ready Satnin. I’ll go get her for ya.”

You finished getting ready and a few minutes later here come Elvis and baby Kennedy.

“Now Kennedy, I’m taking you to your mama now. There’s no need for this fussing.” He said to her while walking to you. He gently gave her to you. “I already changed her for you doll.”

“Thanks babe. You know you’re the best daddy our sweet babies could ever ask for on this earth.” You began feeding Kennedy while Elvis finished getting ready.

“You know Satnin, I couldn’t have done it without you by my side. God picked you to be the mother to my children.” Elvis walked over to you as he was talking to you. He saw that you were trying to burp Kennedy, but she wasn’t cooperating. “Do you want me to help with her so you finish getting ready doll?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to E.P. She’s just being stubborn.” Elvis knew he didn’t have to, but he wanted to help you. He carefully grabbed the burp rag from you and then picked Kennedy up.

“Come on lil mama, we gotta get you to burp now. I know you’re stubborn as hell but it’s gotta be done.” He kept patting on her back until she finally burped. “Well excuse you little miss.”

“Well there’s one thing she gets from you.” You chuckled while you said that to Elvis. He rolled his eyes at you and laughed.

“You’re lucky I love you Mrs. Presley. Now let’s get going before we’re late.” He went to get little John from his room and then he helped get you and Kennedy down the stairs. When you finally got in the car, you were relieved. You were gonna make it on time. Elvis hated being late, but for you, he would do anything.

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daddyhausen · 1 year

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told ya’ll i’d fuckin’ do it. if anything blame my beloved @wrestlezaynia

• heat of the moment — zowens •

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, mlm, friends to lovers handjobs, public sex, multiple orgasms, male orgasms submissive/dominant dynamic, anal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, internal cumshots, anal creampie, cockwarming

{ word count } — 679

{ pairing } — kevin owens x sami zayn

{ genre } — smut

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“we can’t…” sami’s breath caught in his throat, his oesophagus tightening as his tried to force his moans back down. mouth running dry as kevin’s large palm pressed against his still-clothed cock. small whimpers left sami’s lips, pursed together in a thin line, still trying to desperately cling onto whatever sanity he had left, still avoiding eye contact with his best friend

“who says we can’t?” kevin’s voice rumbled with such a delicious baritone, one that only made itself known when only sami was present, and one that definitely warmed the younger canadian’s loins. it wasn’t the most secluded of settings, the seemingly empty hallways of an arena, surrounded but sparsely placed crates and boxes, barely large enough to shield the modesty of the two men.

kevin’s hand reached into sami’s sweatpants, softly beginning to stroke his half-hard cock, adoring the way sami’s whimpers bled from his parted lips at the slightest touch. sami was still reserved, afraid someone was catch the two of them, hesitant to succumb to the urges that had plagued him for months. he could not even hold a conversation with kevin without getting hard, poor thing would have to rub one out in the bathrooms afterward.

“w-what if someone sees us…?” sami stuttered his sentence through a choked moan, kevin’s hand now firmly wrapped around the base of sami’s shaft, managing to free it from the restraints of his sweatpants, admiring the sight of sami’s leaking cock, pre-cum dripping down the tip, coating kevin’s knuckles, the appendage so sensitive to his touch.

“then let them stare.” kevin’s lips captured sami’s with feverish kisses, the loose gym shorts kevin had been wearing now felt tight as his own erection pressed up against the thin fabric. he felt sami collapse into his chest, finally letting his guard down and letting those sinful urges take over.

“please…” sami whined, kevin’s grip on sami’s cock released, the red head breathed an exhilarated sigh as kevin pressed him up against the wall, his breath ghosting against the base of sami’s neck. kevin let a glob of spit pool in his palm, slowly beggining to stroke his cock with the makeshift lubricant. the two remained silent, kevin slipped inside sami with ease, feeling the tightness of the red head around his thick cock, instantly burying himself to the hilt with a breathless moan.

“oh fuck-“ kevin gasped through gritted teeth, beginning to move with short quick thrusts, now allowing sami a second to adjust to his size. kevin’s hand reached around once more, resuming its actions beforehand, stroking sami’s length. the sensation was almost too much to bare, sami’s eyes kept darting back and forth between the two ends of the hallway, hoping and praying that no one would dare walk in on the sight, although the thought was arousing he’d rather save himself the embarrassment of explaining.

“kev…you’re so big…” sami hummed, face pressed against the wall by kevin’s large palm, feeling himself about to buckle under the weight of his own orgasm, desperate chasing down his release. kevin gave a silent smirk, simply adoring how sami seemed to collapse completely under his touch.

sami had no need to announce his orgasm, more so he did not have enough time to react as his seed dripped down kevin’s knuckles, an act of which made a heat rise to sami’s already flushed cheeks. kevin merely hummed in response, sending his own orgasm nearing. his movement became rougher, more relentless, burying his size deep inside sami with reckless intent, determined to please the red head even further.

“fuckfuckfuck-“ sami panted, cock sensitive and overstimulated from kevin’s hand. kevin have a small, primal growl upon release, filling sami to the brim with his hot seed. remaining inside him for a moment, kevin adored the way sami’s cum leaked down his tattooed knuckles, bringing his fingers up to his lips in order to taste his new-found lover’s seed, shuddering with delight as the sweet taste mingled with his tastebuds. sami peered behind him for a moment, meeting kevin’s gaze, sami’s muscles twitching lightly with exhaustion

“please…again…”

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mooodyblue · 2 years

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this is a bit into the weeds of age regression so feel free not to post it if it makes you uncomfy 😅 but was thinking about caregiver!austin when his partner/reader maybe has an accident in little space? they’re mortified obviously but austin is so sweet and gentle abt it and takes such good care of them, maybe helps them in the shower etc. #he’saGOODmansavannah

i know you said i don't have to write it but cg!aus is like my second favorite thing to write abt and i squealed a lil when i got this ask LOL

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while austin was sitting on the sofa catching up on reading, you were wrapped in a blanket in between his legs on the floor, engrossed in the cartoon playing on the tv. he looked down at you occasionally whenever you let out a small giggle, smiling wide at the joy in your eyes. he always considered himself lucky to have you in your life, truly. he loved you when you were big, little, or on those rare occasions when you were much more little than you normally are.

you were grateful for him as well. he was never one to shame you or make fun of you while little. he was one to ask you often if you needed to slip or if you’d involuntarily slipped in public, he’d drop everything he was doing to take you home with no problems at all. but most importantly, he never made you feel embarrassed about being little.

after a while, you grew silent, not a single giggle coming from you causing austin to worry. he felt you shift around his legs and glanced down at you, raising an eyebrow. “what’s goin’ on? you okay?”

“um,” you looked down at yourself, feeling your cheeks get warm and refusing to look up at austin.

“baby?” he closed his book and moved his legs to get a look at you. he noticed the slight tint of red to your cheeks and the way you were sitting. you wiggled again, trying to adjust yourself more comfortably but only to be even more uncomfortable, the sudden wetness underneath you bringing tears to your eyes.

oh.

he stood up quickly and crouched down to get eye level with you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “did you have an accident?” he asked softly.

you brought your knees up to your chest, hugging them and shaking your head in embarrassment. the quiet, muffled sobs coming from you broke austin’s heart. “sweetheart, hey-” he frowned and took your hands. “it’s okay. don’t cry, baby. you can’t help it.” he stood up and held out his hand. “let’s get you in the bath.” you just looked at him sadly, tears in your eyes as your bottom lip slightly quivered. “c’mon, i know you’re not very comfy right now.”

“embarrassed.” you mumbled.

“i know. it’s okay, it’s not your fault. i’ve got you.” he brought his hand out again, giving you a reassuring smile.

you hesitantly took his hand and stood up shakily, allowing him to take you to the bathroom to run you a bath. “how ‘bout some bubbles? that makes everything better, right?” he asked, opening the cabinet to take out a bottle of your favorite bubbles. he put bubbles in and got you undressed and into the bath.

“‘m sorry, daddy.” you were still embarrassed, covering your face with both hands as he scrubbed you everywhere.

“none of that.” he said sternly. “you’re just a little one, aren't ya? it happens.”

normally during baths, you were chatty and splashing away at austin but he could tell how upset you were by the sudden accident. you’d never had an accident, this was new for the both of you. he’d have to ask you about it later, maybe it was time to look into getting diapers in case of an emergency. but right now, he was focused on making you feel better.

austin started rinsing you off, “what can daddy do to make you feel better?” you shrugged in response, still refusing to look at austin as you ran a hand through the bubbles. “nothing?” he set the washcloth aside and unplugged the drain, resting his hands on the edge of the tub. “there’s absolutely nothing daddy can do to cheer you up? not just a little?”

you shook your head. “hmm..” austin hummed. he picked up a towel and ran it through your hair then draped it over your shoulders. he helped you out and wrapped you in a towel. “i’ll get you to smile one way or another.”

austin brought you to the bedroom and got you changed, brushing your hair and putting you in comfortable, clean clothes. he sat next to you on the bed and pat your knee. “you still feelin’ bad?” you fiddled with your thumbs, nodding and fighting off your tears again. “you know i still love you, right? there’s no reason for you to feel bad.”

he threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him and kissing your cheek. then another kiss, and then another, and then he was peppering your face with kisses. “i won’t stop until i see a smile on your face!” he grinned, moving to attack you with tickles to your sides.

the corners of your lips perked up, trying to wiggle yourself out of his grasp. “daddy!” you shouted.

“what? what am i doin’?” he chuckled, tickling your sides again as you fell back on the bed.

“daddy, please!” you giggled, pushing him away and finally getting austin to stop as he smiled at you, hovering above you.

“i love you so, so much. ” he said lowly. “i never want you to feel bad again, okay? can you promise me that? accidents happen, they’re called accidents for a reason. we can talk about it when you’re big again, okay?”

you let out a sigh, reaching up to hold his face in your hands. “okay.”

he laughed softly as you squished his cheeks, “silly,” he wrapped his hands around your wrists. “should we go finish your show?” you gasped and nodded as austin pulled you up from the bed and back to the living room, wrapping you in another blanket and curling up with you on the couch.

#austin x reader

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