#and ended up seeing him and even goin to dinner with him n a few of our mutual friends so.....

[bangcakes]

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[babygirl-riley]

Hi can i please request something where simon and his wife find out one of their kid's friends has abusive parents so they decide to adopt them😢💔

Guardian Angels

You noticed it, the bruise, the way the little girl would ask things. So when you brought it up to Simon, immediate action came through

A/N: OH MY HELL, this hurts a lot. But I am so glad that the child will have a safe and loving home. My heart HURTS!

Hope this is something that was worth waiting for! 😌

Warnings: mentions of abuse, physical abuse, neglect abuse, childhood trauma, child abuse, angst, trauma, PURE FUCKING DEPRESSION, fluff, wife!reader, husband!simon, swearing

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simon x reader family

You froze, your blood turning ice cold, your heart breaking. You noticed a small scratch on the child, when you lifted their shirt it was worse. “I got into the snacks. Daddy didn’t like it.” She whispered holding back the tears.

You inhaled deeply feeling the shake of it. You never would believe it. No way someone would hurt a 6 year old child. The puzzle pieces started to form together, the way that she would flinch whenever you would lift a finger. The way she would be shocked about handing her a snack. A small snack anything. It made your heart break even more knowing that there were signs.

“What about your mom? Where is she?” You asked softly putting her shirt down.

She looked away from you. “I don’t know.”

You looked into her beautiful blue eyes. God a child. You nodded and told her that she was spending the night, that you would talk to her dad. Luckily her dad approved acting like nothing was going on. You noted that you would drop her off the next day. You called Simon right after that.

“I’m almost done here sweethear.’ Do you need me to pick anything up for dinner?” He asked sweetly right when he picked up.

It was silent on your end. Making him perk up a bit. Until he heard the sob. A sob that he never heard before, he adjusted himself. “What’s wrong,” He asked softly but with concern. When you kept quietly sobbing he started to pack up. “I’m comin’ home.”

“Okay…I will tell you when you get here.” You choked out in more sobs. Trying to get yourself together, hearing little footsteps pattering outside your bedroom door.

“Mummy,” Your daughter said through the door. “Lilli and I want pizza! Can we get pizza!”

“Of course hun, one second mommy is in the phone. I will let daddy go grab some!” You said back in which you heard little cheers before the footsteps sprinted away. “Grab pizza.”

“‘lright then I will be home soon. I love ya.” He whispered feeling more concerned.

The girls were excited to see Simon coming in with pizza. Your daughter running to him squeezing his leg, giggling when he moved his leg up to walk forward as she clinged harder. You looked over at Lilli who stood in the corner waiting for him. She just watched as he placed the pizza down on the counter then looked up at you.

“Is it okay I can eat?” She mumbled. You nodded and knelt down.

“You can always eat here sweet girl.” You whispered as her face beamed running over to your daughter.

Simon looked over at you as he placed pizzas on plates. You still stood in the hallway, hugging yourself. He looked down at Lilli. “Here Lills use both hands, go sit with Millie. Y/n and I will join soon yeah?”

She cautiously and gently grabbed the plate from him. “Thank you.” She whispered before sprinting to sit next to Millie.

Simon came and kissed you softly. “Let’s go to the room.” He mumbled before you followed him in.

Right when the door shut the sob came out. Simon quickly grabbed you pulling you into a hug. “Love, what’s goin’ on?”

After a few quick breaths you spoke. Explaining everything, from the time he was out on his 3 month assignment and finding the bruises and cuts. Simon listened to every word, asking questions to make sure you knew what you saw. That it wasn’t just a kid being a kid.

Simon’s leg was bouncing hard up and down. You knew of his past, you knew saying these things would bring up memories of his that he tucks so far away from him, was coming to light. Simon stared at the wall for a moment, thinking. He knew the signs well, it was the same signs he gave when his father would beat him and his brother.

He thought about every scenario, the first one was to go to the bastards home and beat him until he saw god himself. Kill him and possibly have the team help cover it up. Make the man get the taste of his own medicine.

Simon thought about how tiny Lilli is, how quiet she would be when he would come around. It wasn’t for a couple months before she warmed up to Simon. Loved playing with him when his daughter would invite for a tea time. Would always sit on the other side of him when watching movies. It was like she was a Riley.

Simon thought of the time when he was her age. The things his father would do to him. “Do you think he ever…”

“Let’s not think that,” He said quickly shaking his head. You nodded and sighed he knew you were worried about him too. The way you waited and watched him. “We have to get her out.” He said darkly, trying to pull himself together. “Now. Not tomorrow now. We get pictures we get everything that we need to take it to the police.”

“How? I just don’t know what to do for tomorrow. These things take time what if…” You started to say before trailing off.

“Laswell,” Simon said standing up quickly. “I’m calling Laswell.”

Two years, it had been two years since that incident happened. It took months before having your daughter have her best friend become her sister. However, papers took longer than expected but court said that both of you can take her in, unless things changed. It made both you and Simon nervous. “We will keep goin’ day by day until we find out yeah?” Simon said comforting you as you shared your thoughts of how long it was taking.

But today was different, giggling and happy screaming echoing through the house. It was Lilli’s birthday, friends of her came and your family. Balloons and decorations plastered the home. Presents lined up neatly on a table as everyone talked to one another. The kids playing with each other.

You watched as Lilli and Millie played together with their cousins. You smiled as you placed some plates down to some guests. You felt a hand gently grab your shoulder. “Do ya have a second.’” Simon asked as you connected eye contact. When you nodded yes, he said he would meet in your shared room. You walked yourself up as you waited. When you heard the door open Lilli and Millie were with Simon.

“Daddy I was havin’ fun.” Millie groaned as she came next to you.

Simon smiled as he looked at both Lilli and Millie. You noticed his eyes were red. You frowned as you thought of the worst. “I wan’ to do this privately. Mum doesn’ even know,” He grabbed an envelope on his dresser looking at you and handing it. “Read it love.”

You curiously grabbed the envelope and grabbed the paper inside. You gasped as you clasp your hand on your mouth looking at Simon whose lips trembled. “What’s wrong?” Lilli’s voice said quietly. “They said no huh.” Looking away and Millie grabbed your leg about to cry.

Your heart broke but soon swelled when Simon knelt down to her. Gently placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, with tears in her eyes. Simon’s heart raced in excitement. Love. Relief. He heard his voice crack as he tried to say something. Then inhaled deeply. “No Lills you are now Lilli Riley. You are our babygirl now. Ya staying here forever.”

Lilli gasped as she looked up at you then at Simon. “Really! Thank youtha kyouthankyou!” She started crying as she wiped her eyes constantly.

Simon chuckled and nodded as he cried with her rubbing her shoulder. Millie yelled in joy and ran to her. “Lilli! Lilli! We can have forever sleepovers!”

Lilli giggled as she hugged Millie jumping up and down with her. You looked down at Lilli’s birth certificate and adoption papers. Stating that indeed Lilli is now yours. You looked at Simon as he wiped his eyes before looking at you smiling. Before he said anything he was tackled by the girls, the three of them laughing as they hugged.

“Mum come on!” Millie yelled as Lilli came to grab your hand to lead you to both Simon and Millie.

You went on the ground as both you and Simon hugged the girls. Your girls.

[iamasaddie]

if I'm still alive, my regrets are few

PIMP!Joel masterlist

paring: Joel Miller x fem!afab!Reader

rating: explicit

word count: 6k

summary: still scared of what's to come your brain comes up with an unexpected escape plan, that forses you to learn things about yourself

warnings (for the chapter): FonF 69 (thank you @milla-frenchy for the inspiration and prompt), oral m receiving, fingering, questionable sex positions but it works in my head; light praise kink; light dirty talk, Tess is a queen

a/n: wow, it's here, isn't it? i can't believe my eyes. un-betaed, finished at midnight, i will come back to edit if there are any magor mistakes i didn't see on my fifth reread. hope you enjoy it, don't forget to leave a comment!

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ. ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

“Fuckety fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

The smell of the burning food hit your nose and you ran out of the bathroom, hands covered in soapy foam up to your elbows. When you left Joel last night, it was with the heavy burden of guilt. You knew you shouldn’t have done that, yet you did it anyway and now you faced the consequences. Joel had more than every right to be angry with you, but you felt that nagging pang, that someone was rightfully mad at you, that he was mad at you, and it made you feel sick to your stomach. 

You've been tossing and turning all night, expecting for Joel to show his face like he did the first night, but it looked like sex made him less of a light sleeper. Unable to find calmness in unconsciousness, you got up, making up your mind.  

Obviously, you couldn't take what you did back, and you'd already said you were sorry, but you thought you could go an extra step, do something nice for Joel. If not to mend your relationship, then to at least make sure he wouldn't give you five clients in one day.

You shuddered. 

You made peace with yourself, praying, meditating, and just turning off your brain accepting that the day had finally come. You knew that you learned enough to be a decent birdie, even though your confidence was still lacking. Sometimes you thought that you had some kind of a know-at-all syndrome, like you needed to know everything and maybe more to finally walk with you head up. Shaking your head, you sighed, there was no way Joel would spend any more of his time on you, he made that clear, but at least you could part on good terms.

That was how you ended up flooding his small bathroom with foam caused by using too much detergent, and burning the eggs you decided to make for breakfast at the same time.

You hurried to take the smoking pan off the stove, but the handle was too hot so you ended up dropping it barely escaping your feet.

“What the hell's goin' on?” Joel's groggy voice was not a surprise, yet you hoped you'd have some time to clean up. Plastering the sweetest smile you could manage, you looked up at him.

“Good morning, Joel, I made breakfast!”

He  looked at your feet where the pan was still smoking, eggs burned to a crispy black edge, and raised his eyebrows. “If that's a good mornin', I'm afraid to ask what a bad one looks like.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, you seem to say that a lot.” He clenched his jaw and brought his hands to his face, rubbing his cheeks and bringing some color to them. “Can you fix that? I'll go wash up. We’ve got a long day.”

You just nodded, squatting to get the pan. The burnt smell made your eyes water, and you hurried to drop it in the sink, throwing away the egg remnants and filling the pan with water.

Water.

“What the fuck happened in the bath?!”

Fuck.

You pushed reheated yesterday’s dinner around your plate, every piece of food sticking to your throat, making it almost impossible to swallow. Joel in front of you didn’t seem to have such a problem. When he finished shoveling down the last bits of breakfast - both of you kept the space around you drenched in silence - he moved the plate away and leaned back on the chair. He tilted his head to the side a little, scratching the spot where the hair was missing on his outgrown stubble.

“Nervous?” His voice startled you, and you dropped the fork on the table creating more irritating noise. 

“Nah,” you tried to brush off, but he looked at you intently, and you gave up. “Yeah, a lot.”

Joel nodded like he wasn’t expecting any other answer, he dropped his hand from his face and placed both of them on the table, hands in fists but not tense. “Don’t be.” He said simply, and you wanted to laugh at his ignorance. Like it was him that was going to sell his body to strangers. “You’re a good girl, have a good cunt. You’ll be just fine.”

You choked on air hearing his compliment but still mumbled thanks, not really convinced by his words. Joel let out a long breath, patting his stomach with one hand with the other still on the table.

“What are you nervous about?”

It was the longest conversation you had in the last three days, and you felt kind of grateful. Even if he didn’t really show it, you knew he’d just leave you wallowing in terror if at least a tiny bit of him didn’t care about you. That made you feel warm inside. Perhaps a burnt breakfast and half washed laundry was a key to a man’s heart.

“I don’t think I know…” you started slowly, trying to find the right words inside your brain. “I don’t know everything I need to know. Like,” a couple dozens of examples ran through your mind but you landed on the least helpful one. “What was the weirdest thing a client asked?”

Joel raised his brows, dark brown pools hidden under them looked at you with wonder. Clearly, he didn’t expect that. He sat up straighter, while still trying to keep his voice nonchalant. 

“We’re not some… fetish club. Everything that happens at ‘Eden’ is pretty classical. Maybe…”

He stopped himself, and that only grabbed your attention more. You leaned on the table, as if moving closer to Joel would make him speak. Your bones were trembling with all the ideas your brain provided. How bad was it? Did they hang people up with hooks? Could clients cut you for the right price? Were they allowed to shove stuff in your? Your pussy clenched in fear.

“What?” You heard your voice tremble, already wound up from your own thoughts. 

“I dunno,” Joel shrugged his shoulders and swiped his thumb over his brow, making the hairs stick out a little. “Sometimes women come and ask for a girl. But I wouldn’t call it weird. It’s still sex.”

For a moment you felt the weight of the world dropping from your shoulders. If woman on woman was the weirdest thing happening in that place, it was far from Sodom and Gomorrah playing out in your head.  But as soon as relief came it was washed away.

“Wait, women?”

Joel nodded simply. “What, you have a problem with that?”

“No, I…” Fuck. You had just learned what sex was like with a man, and here you were, going somewhere where you needed to be Devil’s favorite call girl, who knew the tricks and secrets. And it wasn’t the fact that there could be women in your bed that was making you nervous, it was the fear of being unable to give them pleasure. The thought of an exasperated sigh followed by a condescending ‘it’s okay, sweetie’ in a fake, almost synthetic female voice in your head made you shiver. “I don’t know.”

“You don't know if you’re okay with having sex with a woman?” You kept your silence, not even able to give the answer to yourself, let alone Joel. But he kept giving ideas, followed by bright  even if blurred pictures in your mind. “What if there’s a threesome? A client, you and one of my other girls?”

Now it was just getting scarier and scarier. It was one thing to disappoint just one woman, but to have an audience?

“No, I mean… I think I’m okay with having sex with women, I just never did, so I don’t think I can…” You tried to explain yourself, failing miserably. “It’s easier with men, you’re pretty basic in your pleasure.”

Joel barked out a laugh and you couldn’t ignore the warm twitch of your heart. You liked it when he laughed, he had a very special rasp to it, and he did it so rarely that you learned to treasure it.

“Week ago you couldn’t speak about sex without flustering, and now you’re what, dick whisperer?”

“I don't mean..-”

“I know what you mean. It's okay, I won't send you girls, yet.”

“Or maybe…”

An idea punched you in the head like a bright light early in the morning. Here it was, your salvation. Or, at least, postponement. You didn’t let yourself dwell on it, scared that you’d back up immediately, but as if Joel read your mind he tugged the words out of you with a simple question.

“Yes?”

“If you're fine with that… Maybe you could invite one of your birds over? To… to practice? The more I know the more money you'll get, no?”

You were scared to raise your eyes to meet Joels, instead studying all the ways you could bend your fingers this and that way. That was until you heard Joel’s chair creaking, and he took the similar position as you, with his elbows on the table, his head leaning to you so close that you almost touched.

“What has gotten into you, hm?” He whispered incredulously, you heard amusement in his voice.  “Are you becoming a little nympho?”

“A whompho?” 

You raised your head, your eyes immediately caught in the honey trap of his. He studied you for a while, and then got out the table, the chair legs screeching against the wooden floor. You didn’t move, just followed him with your eyes as he got dressed and prepared to leave the apartment.

“Clean up in here, we're having a guest over tonight.”

Your arms and knees were sore when you finished cleaning up. Taking in the results of your work you smiled proudly, the floors were clean, the blankets were folded, and it even almost stopped smelling like burnt eggs. You wanted to stretch on the couch, but were afraid that you’d fall asleep again, so you opted for sitting at the table, counting the little cracks in the old wood. Time was passing torturously slowly and you jumped at every sound you heard. But amidst the lingering anxiety, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. You tried to imagine how your evening would go, thinking about who Joel would bring and if he’d participate himself, and instead of being terrified at the idea of another woman in your bed, you felt arousal painting your panties.

A woman, just like you. Soft, gentle, complicated. Beautiful. Your mouth salivated. What would it feel like to kiss lips that are so similar to yours, what would you experience if you dive into the wetness of someone else’s pussy, bringing them pleasure like you learned to bring it to yourself.

You never thought about this aspect of yourself. Never had an opportunity to fully explore your attractions, so you just went with something that was automatically given, but now, you were thrilled. This whole experience became something way more important for you than you expected in the first place, you didn’t know if you were happy or terrified. 

You heard the key turning in the lock, two pairs of boots stepping inside the apartment followed by two voices: one you knew intimately, and the other you didn’t know at all. Your heart raced as you stood up, caught between anticipation and anxiety.

A woman walked in, her eyes landing on you immediately. You tried saying hello, but the words stuck in your throat and you just stared back. She was gorgeous. Easily older than you, her eyes bearing more intellect and experience than you thought you could gather your whole life. She gave you a once over, stopping at your bare legs, covered to the mid-thigh by the t-shirt you borrowed.

Joel followed her into the kitchen and as soon as he stepped inside, you felt like you could breathe. Like everything was under control now.

“So,” the woman in front of you didn’t look very interested in anything besides you, her eyes watching your every twitch and tremor. She was calm, her voice quiet but strong. “You’re the famous rabbit, huh?” 

You saw Joel tense up, the knuckles of his clenched fists became wide, and he looked at the woman with something like warning, which she ignored plopping down on a chair and taking his untouched cup of coffee from the table, the only thing you were afraid to pour out knowing how attached the man was to his caffeine.

You didn’t know you were famous already. Did that mean Joel was advertising you or something? Your cheeks burned. The woman in front of you was intimidating. No more than Joel, but intimidating nonetheless. It sent an unexpected shiver downpour spine and straight to your core. There was something undeniably sexy about her, you didn’t even wonder why Joel chose her for what you were about to do. She was still looking at you like she was expecting an answer, even though it was quite obvious. You nodded your head, coming closer and sitting down next to her.

“Guess I am.” You put your hand on the table, and soon after saw the woman letting go of Joel’s cup and placing her still hot palm on top of your, gently brushing over your knuckles while still looking into your eyes.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Tess.”

Tess, the sound of her name was like a whisper, like a delicious hiss of meat on a hot pan, something that made your heart race, and your cunt clench. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Tess.” You loved tasting her name on your tongue, her hand soft and warm around yours. You didn’t lie, it really was nice to meet her.

“You seem a little frightened, little rabbit,” she tilted her head, finding your eyes and smiling at you. “Did this big old dog scare you?”

She didn’t need to point at Joel for you to know who she meant. You shook your head, embarrassment heating up your neck.

“Then what is it, baby? You can tell Tess, I swear I won’t bite unless you ask me to.”

“I just never, I…” You looked at Joel, and Tess did the same.

“Joel, can you leave us for a moment?”

You looked at Joel, taking in his form. His brooding form was still as a constipated statue, his jaw tense, you could almost hear his teeth grinding. He didn’t look at you, instead staring Tess in the eyes, as if communicating wordlessly. She handled his look without batting an eye.

“Tess…”

There was warning in his voice. You’ve heard it before once, but you still got the shivers running down your spine. Tess, on the other hand, remained unaffected, waving him off.

“Us girls need to chat. We’ll meet you in the room.” She vaguely pointed towards where his room was, and gave him a little smile before whispering sultry, “get naked, Daddy.”

You furrowed your brows at the nickname she gave him, something pinching your insides, but you shook the feeling off, turning your attention back to Tess. You didn’t know how she did it, but Joel listened to her, barely nodding and retreating to his room.

“Men, right?” She huffed, taking one of your hands in both of hers and squeezing. “So, rabbit, why you tremblin’?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” Somehow it was easier to admit that to her. Maybe because she was a woman, or because she looked at you with such warmth that you took a chance trusting her.

“Does anyone?” Tess leaned back on the chair, still keeping one of your hands between hers. The gesture made you at ease, like she was taking all the stress away with a gentle brush of her thumbs.

You smiled, lowering your head a little. She did not look like a stupid woman, but you still decided to elaborate. “No, I mean like in bed, I don’t know what I’m doing in bed.”

“Again, does anyone?” Tess shrugged her shoulders. "Baby, sex ain’t math, you can’t have a perfect algorithm to make every encounter you have a hundred percent success.”

Unbelievable. She was fucking unbelievable. The look in the woman’s eyes didn’t change a bit when you bared your insecurities to her. You were no-one to Tess, maybe you were even a pain in the ass since Joel clearly took her here to ‘work’, and yet there was nothing that gentle care and understanding falling from her lips. Like she was afraid to hurt you, to scare you off. Such a strong-looking, intimidating woman with a confident stride and a sharp wit, and yet she handled you with such delicacy. 

“Look, yes, we obviously have pleasure spots, kinks, fetishes that get us off without a fail, but you can only learn that with a partner. Someone who’s either open and loud about everything, or someone that has been with you for a long time. There’s no shortcut to a perfect sexual experience.”

You admired her ability to effortlessly navigate the sensitive topic with grace and honesty. In that moment she reminded you of Joel. She was telling you everything you were dying to hear, and still the nagging itch of hesitance disturbed your feelings. “But what if I mess up? Men are so much easier, you stroke their dick and they cum, easy peasy.”

“Don’t tell that to Joel,” she laughed quietly as you continued.

“Women are…”

Tess didn’t let you finish, softly slapping one of her hands on top of yours. “You know what, let me take the lead today, okay?”

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrowed, you didn’t exactly know how to take what she was offering. 

“I mean,” Tess leaned into you, your lips almost touching, “I am going to bury my face in your gorgeous pussy and show you all the right moves, and then you can do the same to me, okay?”

“I..” You licked your lips, your breathing speeding up.

“I take that as a yes.”

Tess stood up, not letting your hand out, and tugged you closer to her. You felt the heady, raw smell of her, mixed with something woody, almost like Joel. She dragged you towards Joel’s room, her arm around your waist keeping you close.

You stopped right before she opened the door.

“Can I ask you one more question?”

“Sure, baby.”

“Why are you… doing this?”

“That’s a story for another time, little one.” Her eyes gloomed over with something that contradicted her confident smile. You didn’t need her telling you the who’s and why’s to know that this was not her first choice. For the first time you felt sick from being right. You didn’t want to be right, not with her. Not with this woman that calmed you down with one flirty smile, that looked at you like you were worth something. Like you were worth a lot. She placed her warm palm on your cheek, brushing your cheekbone with her finger and making you look back at her. “But it’s not as bad as it might look. And Joel, he cares. He really does.”

She didn’t wait anymore, opening the door and dragging you with her.

You realized that nerves and anxiety got the best of you when Tess closed the door behind you both, and gently shoved you towards Joel, who was already sitting naked on the made up bed, stroking his half hard cock lazily. The look of his massive hand going up and down the intimately familiar to you shaft was the last thing you could remember before giving your body off to Tess to deal with it how she deemed worthy. 

She was gentle with you, undressing you both piece by piece, and then guiding you on the bed and laying down, completely ignoring Joel with his back to you. You were quiet, both of you, letting your bodies do the work.

“Don’t be shy, baby, let yourself go,” Tess whispered, before claiming you trembling lips with hers, and placing your hands on her soft breasts, her hands on top of yours and squeezing.

Oh, what a new feeling it was. She was all tender flesh and soft moans as your bodies started grinding against each other. At one point she tugged you on top of her, making you straddle her hips as your wetness became one mixture of pleasure and excitement. There was no shame, there was no awkwardness, just raw desire to give. Give more, more, more, hear her moaning louder and sweeter in your ears. Tugging on the long silky strands of her hair as her fingers found your heat without question, letting you know what a woman could do to you. How unique and unforgettable her touch could be.

You felt hers coming up to your eyes, pleasure and gratitude overwhelming you as Tess plunged two of her fingers inside of your drenched pussy, but they couldn’t leave your eyes as she kissed them away.  You swiped your nose along hers, closing your eyes and for the first time initiating the sweet kiss between you.

“It’s all good, but we aren’t making love here, birdies.”

Joel’s voice was loud as a slap in an empty room. With Tess under you, in you, you completely forgot that the man was in the room, and he seemed to notice that. You tried to turn your head and look at him, but Tess grabbed your cheeks, still sealing your lips together even if for a moment. She let you go with a wet swipe of her tongue on your lower lip, “your lips are delicious, baby, but let me taste that beautiful cunt. Turn around and sit on my face.”

"What?” You whispered back in shock, not sure if Joel should hear what you say or not.

"Do as I say, okay? Be a good girl for me.”

You nodded dumbly. At that moment you wanted to be everything Tess could ever want, so if she wanted you to be on her face, who you were to say no.

You fought the awkwardness you felt as you took the position as fast as you could, immediately ending up on the same level with the woman’s pussy. You felt weird, crowding her head with your thighs, not exactly sure what you were supposed to do next, but Tess took the lead, roping your legs with her arms and practically shoving your face in her pussy, making you almost lay on her with your whole weight.

She didn’t wait for a signal, or a command from Joel, diving in your wetness eagerly, like it was her second nature, and - oh fuck - maybe it was her first.

You could barely contain the sweet moans as Tess let her lips wander and nip at your soft folds, swiping her tongue deep inside you before pulling out and gently circling your clit. She was less hungry, but more determined, perfectly aware of every little spot that made you twitch and shake. 

With her tangy smell invading your senses, you didn’t even need to make a decision before tentatively sliding your own tongue through her leaking core. Apparently, what you thought was awkward, felt absolutely different for Tess because you felt her moan deep inside you before you could hear it. “Go on, baby, just like that.” She said, before giving each of your thighs a small bite and returning her attention back on your pussy. You didn’t need to be told twice, as you returned to your caresses, trying to replicate everything Tess did to you. When she plunged her tongue deep in your entrance, you greedily gulped down her arousal, when she sucked on your clit, repeatedly swiping the tip of her tongue up and down over your bud, you made sure that you gave her the same attention.

Either you were less sensitive, or she was more turned on, but as you brought two of your hands beneath her asscheeks, squeezing them and trying to press her glistening cunt harder in your face, what you could swear looked like you were trying to eat her alive, Tess started shaking, her movements on your pussy coming to a halt as her back arched up, lifting you both up. 

Oh, what a beautiful, beautiful sound it was, you thought to yourself, still trying to lick up every drop of her that she left on your lips.

You felt the bed dip, and then someone’s hand lifting your head up by your hair.

“Good job, now you get a treat.”

“What?” Of course it wasn’t just someone, it was Joel, the man of whose existence you completely forgot as every part of your mind and body was dedicated to make a woman beneath you feel as much pleasure as you could. But he was always there, standing as a shadow, leaning on a wall with his hands tight in his fists, and his cock furious with arousal and untouched.

Now that same cock was centimeters away from your puffy lips, still glistening with Tess’ cum.

"You worked Tess beautifully, so let’s play out a scenario when you also have a man in the room. You wanted to learn, right?"

You could barely understand what he was saying, but with the woman’s lips back on your pussy and working you up to your orgasm vigorously, nothing looked more attractive than Joel’s cock in your mouth. The thought of his cum mixing with her in your mouth made you let out another stream of arousal and Tess hummed in your entrance.

You placed your hands on Joel’s hips, changing your position a little, but still straddling the woman’s face as he guided his cock in your waiting mouth.

“Fu-uck,” he exhaled, as you tried to shove as much of him as you could inside your mouth and moaned as his salty taste complemented the one of Tess’. Almost on autopilot, you hollowed your cheeks, saliva and cum that coated your lips made the glide of your mouth easier, and you fell into a perfect dance, as Tess fucked your hole with her tongue, and Joel fucked your mouth with his cock.

It was deliciously heavy and throbbing on your tongue, filling up the limited space of your mouth and inching down to tease the back of your throat with the fat head.

"What a perfect little whore, just fucking - God, you’re so greedy for my cock, just my cock, nothing else matters, baby.” You were delusional, every cell of your body screaming and itching, every pore electrifying as you felt Joel grab your throat with his wide palm and taking all the control from you. His cock relentlessly fucked into your heat, his words slurred and understood only by him, like he was just unable to keep his mouth shut. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, baby, feel your little throat real good, I know how bad you want it, saw you salivating over me, fuck, fuck, take it, just take it, baby.” His movements became erratic as his cock burst deep inside your throat. Just as you predicted, his salty, slightly bitter taste was a perfect combination for Tess’ honey still clinging to your palette. You didn’t expect Joel to cum so fast, when you were still on the verge of orgasm yourself, but you couldn’t complain. The man was the solution to your pleasure, the discovery you still tried to ignore, and now it was just one   little lick, one suck from those skillful lips, and you felt you would - -

“That’s enough.” Joel’s voice was barely loud enough to pierce through the moans that continued leaving your opened mouth, and the deafening rush of your blood as Tess continued sloppily slurping on your pussy, shoving her tongue in your sensitive hole just to make you beg and whimper. Joel’s hand grabbed your head that you lowered as soon as he slid his softening dick out, and he yanked it up, making you look at him. His eyes concentrated on a drop of his cum that managed to escape your lips. He swiped his thumb and shoved it inside your open mouth, not reacting when you bit at it with your teeth while also licking the last remnants of him off. “I fucking said stop, Tess.”

Surprisingly to you, she listened. Her mouth unlatched from your puffy, glistening cunt, and you heard her smack her lips, saying nothing.

“No-no-no,” you started whining, Joel’s finger pressing on your tongue made the words slurred. You were so close, you knew, a couple more licks from Tess and you’d spray her face with your cum. You looked at Joel with confusion and anger.

He ignored the daggers from you, released his finger from your mouth furrowing his brows when you grazed his skin with your top teeth too hard, and patted Tess in her thigh. “You can go, birdie.”

“What? But I didn’t get to..-” you were interrupted by Tess gently pushing you off herself and you fell in your ass, body still buzzing with the undelivered orgasm. Tess made a quick work of her clothes, the woman got dressed even faster than undressed, and the look of curiosity that painted her face when she looked at Joel didn’t escape your attention. As she finished buttoning up, she came back to the bed where you were still naked, silent, and confused. Her soft hand caressed your cheek, and she lowered herself to be in the same face level with you. 

“Don’t worry, baby, you’re gonna be fine.” She sealed her words with a gentle kiss, that you could barely feel on your lips. 

As soon as the door behind her closed, you turned to Joel, staring him dead in the eyes. Was it his way of torturing you? “Why didn’t you let me cum?”

“We talked about it already on your first night, sometimes the client won’t be able to make you cum. Most of the time they won’t. But you still need to enjoy the process, you know. At the end of the day what’s more important is that your client comes, and both of yours did.”

“But she could make me come, Joel. You just stopped her!” You felt the boiling frustration overwhelm your senses, your hands twitched with violent intentions. You wanted to slap him right across his smug face.

“Could, couldn’t. It doesn’t matter now. She’s gone.”

He shrugged his shoulders, absolutely comfortable in his nakedness, his dick soft but still impressing and glistening from your saliva.

“Fucking great, just absolutely fuckin’ royal shit.” You shuffled from the bed, ripping the sheets you tugged over yourself to cover your nakedness and stomping on the way out of the room.

“Where are you going?” You turned back to look at Joel, he still didn’t move, but he didn’t smile anymore, instead he looked almost… disappointed? 

“I am going to shove whatever you have in your freezer up my pussy, because this,” you vaguely pointed at your lower region, “is just painful.”

“Don’t you want to come?”

“Are you fucking with me?”

“Not yet.”

Fucking Joel, with his fucking riddles and his fucking confidence and that stupid fucking dimple when he smiles at you like that.

“What’s the point of this lesson if you let me come then?” You still didn’t hide neither anger nor frustration from your voice, but this time they were accompanied by curiosity. 

“The lesson is pretty simple, if you don’t get to come with your client, you can always come to me,” Joel pointed at himself, and it should’ve looked ridiculous with his naked state, but it didn’t, and it pissed you off, but more so it turned you on. “And I’ll help you as soon as you ask.”

“Will you help me?” You took a few steps towards him, already feeling arousal wetting the skin between your thighs. 

“Told ya, just need to ask me that’s all.” 

His eyes were fixed on you, seeing every move, and you already knew the hunger inside them. You didn’t need to ask, he would still give it to you. But you still played his game.

“Please, Joel, ” you placed your hands on his naked chest, letting the sheet you held as a cover drop on the floor, and your thumbs stroked his nipples, “make me cum.”

Joel almost shoved you back to the bed, hovering above you, bracketing you with his arms and thighs. You took one look 

“Just like the first time, baby,” he whispered in your ear, kissing the shell of it with his words, “you’re even more riled up now.” Two of his fingers teased your swollen, almost raw from all the abuse clit, and then slowly sank in your pulsing wet entrance. “Bet it’ll only take a couple of strokes.”

You both hated and loved that he was right. You were right there, and Joel’s thick fingers filling you up more than four of Tess’ could just made you wanton. Mad with desire and pleasure he so freely gave to you, you soon became bouncing on his fingers yourself, trying to shove them deeper, trying to feel that sting that ruined you the first time.

“Come on, baby, I feel her squeezing me, she’s so close, let her go, let her cum, she wants it so bad,” he whispered in your neck, tasting the sweat that already covered your body.

“Please, please, please,” you didn’t know what you were begging for, your mind foggy with pleasure, pain, need, every little thing overwhelming your senses. You felt a sharp, stinging bite on your neck and that served as the last button, pushing you over and soaking Joel’s hand along with his sheets. Your moans overflowed his soft praise, and you didn’t feel the barely-there kiss he let himself leave in the middle of the throbbing bite mark.

“Am I your birdie now?” You felt weird sensations laying in his bed together. The intimacy of staying so close, the mix of sweat from your bodies mixed on your skin, when you’re not actually having sex felt raw and you hurried to sprinkle it with reality. 

“Nah,” Joel lifted himself up on one elbow and leaned over you to grab a dozen cigarettes tied together by a rubber and a pack of matches. He laid back down, tugged one cigarette out and lit it. The smoke came out from his lips in one steady stream, but he made an attempt of twisting his lips to the side, so he didn’t blow it in your face. Joel continued looking at the ceiling, the only contact left between you two were your sticky shoulders glued back together. “How can you be my birdie, if you’re a rabbit? Rabbits can’t fly.” He finally looked at you, grazing you with a proud smirk. 

Something warm spread inside you when you heard him call you by your nickname. Another wave of excitement spread beneath your skin, like when he so brazenly left a kiss on your neck. But then your heart slowed down, remembrance of what’s to come washing over you. Your sad smile didn’t share his joy, so you quietly sighed, it was your turn to stare at the crumbling plaster above your head. 

“So what? It’s not like any of your birds got wings.” You chuckled softly, the sound catching in your throat.

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[goodnightparker]

ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU

After NWH. You met a very lonely boy with sadness in his eyes. You helped him. He told you his biggest secret. But when finally everything seemed to be okay… she came back. His love, his lifeline.

PART 2 HERE

“This is me praying that his was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon. I was enchanted to meet you. Please, don't be in love with someone else. Please, don't have somebody waiting on you.”

You met Peter in college. He was in your class. Always alone and lonely as well. Your math professor paired up both of you and suddenly Peter became your friend from project.

Parker invited you a few times so you could do the homework together but you were always staying at his place longer than planned. Talking with him was so easy and funny. He was smart, kind and shared common interests with you. You became friends very quickly. One night he even told you his biggest secret about being a Spiderman. That was your favorite memory and you could see that scene in front of your eyes over and over again.

“look, i know that i’m not the most interesting girl in the world, but it would be lovely to tell me that you have different plans! I would understand you!” you said when he stood you up once again. Peter didn’t even texted or apologized. He looked sad. You wanted to continue your walk to class but he grabbed your hand and said “actually i need to tell you something. Can we…please go to my place? Please y/n!“.

You agreed and when you saw him climbing on his wall, your face became pale.

“Well as you can see I’m uhm…. I’m a spider. Spiderman actually and i know that you hate spiders but I’m a friendly Spider. Maybe cute? Or maybe not. Please y/n just don’t freak out” and your answer was simple. You came closer to Peter and kissed him. That day changed everything between you and Parker. He told you everything. You met Tony Stark in the prettiest memories, you could picture his Aunt May even though she wasn’t there anymore. You also got to know the story about his ex girlfriend MJ and the history behind his loss. You were just laying in his bed with pizza, snacks and hot chocolate the whole day and he was talking. You both needed something like day off from normal life.

“Thank you for listening.“ he said when realized how late it was. “i can’t believe we were here the whole day and i was just talking!“ and you couldn’t love him more in that moment.

“Thank you for telling me Petey.“ you smiled. He looked so calm.

“I wanted to do this for a while. Y/n you have no idea how much you helped me. I was on my own the whole time and you just came into my life and now everything is good again.“ and that was the moment when he got your heart completely.

Everything was so easy and perfect. That day became your favorite memory. It was like the beginning something so pure and strong at the same time. You had Peter so you weren’t lonely in such a big city. Peter had you and he wasn’t on his own. You spent so many afternoons with him studying and doing your homework. Whenever he left for a patrol, you were baking his favorite apple pie or cooking dinner.

“I can’t believe you are here. I have someone who’s waiting for me. Gosh y/n i’m so fucking grateful for you.“ Peter said when you were cleaning up his wounds. “And i really mean it.”

Even fights with him were bearable because you knew that he loves you. Your Petey was just a little lost sometimes.

“I told you, don’t touch it y/n! My Gosh, that was my last stock of web! Is there something you can do right?“ he was yelling like crazy. That evening was difficult to survive so you just wanted to go and let him cooled down.

“Parker don’t be rude! I wanted to clean the kitchen, it’s not my fault your are so messy tonight! I have to go actually, text me when you come back after patrol.“ you said and took your hoodie from the couch.

“Great but I’m not going. I can’t go and this is all because of you! Why are you so annoying? Maybe something bad is going to happen tonight! I won’t be there and I won’t help like i could to this when May needed me!“ for the first time you saw Peter throwing a plate. He started crying and you realized that he wanted to celebrate his aunt’s birthday. With her. But it was the only thing you couldn’t do - to brought her back to life.

“Petey, i know it was a long day especially when your aunt should have celebrate her birthday with you, but please calm down, you’re scaring me.“ he was a mess.

“You know shit about May so shut up y/n! Gosh, MJ would never act like this.“ and you had enough. You left him alone in his apartment.

The rain was pouring all the way to your dorm. You wanted to stay but he said too much. You couldn’t sleep so you stayed awake trying to read your book. When you heard soft tapping you took a deep breath and opened your window.

“i’m sorry. You know i didn’t mean it. I love you so much and I’m really sorry. I’m a mess and I miss May today more than ever and i know you wanted to help me and just be with me, i swear i would do anything to turn back time but i can’t. I’m sorry and i swear i didn’t mean it.“ Peter was looking at you and shaking. You didn’t say a word but hugged him tight.

But one day, the nightmare came to your dreamy day. Like a storm, she took your peace. Peter was silent the whole day. You wanted to check if he was okay so you went to his place. When he opened the door you saw her. MJ. His ex girlfriend.

“Y/n! It’s good to see you.“ he said. MJ got up from the couch and passed you by. You didn’t expect her.

“ I have to go. You two should talk.“ she said and left his home. Peter smiled but them he brushed his hair with fingers and took a deep breath.

“What’s going on?“ you asked.

“You won’t believe but MJ got her memory back! I don’t know how or why but she is back! She found me!“ and in this moment you stopped breathing.

“But how? I mean uhm…that’s great Peter, but what about us now? I mean she was your girlfriend and you never really broke up and…“ you were talking so fast, stressed and lost. You wanted her to go away and just spend some time with your boy.

“ I don’t know… i mean you know i love you so much but she’s the one. MJ always was and always will be the love of my life. I am so sorry. My God i feel so bad, i don’t even know if i want to broke up with you.” You had enough. Your eyes became glassy and you just wanted to go home. Your real home.

“This is your choice Parker. I can’t fight for both of us. Not anymore.“ and you left his apartment.

You wanted to go back to the start and knew that he’s your biggest heartbreak.

[blainesebastian]

coffee cart girl (pt9)

words: 3,293 ship: austin x female reader summary: you’re the coffee runner on the set of Elvis. Coffee deliveries run pretty easy, until Austin accidently spills coffee on you. notes: you can find previous parts under this tag :)  warnings: none tag list: under the cut! sorry if links aren’t working, refer to the link above if needed.

All good things eventually come to an end, so it’s a sad day when the Elvis film is officially wrapped. Your dad has used that expression of ‘one door closing and a window opening’ and you’ve always kind of enjoyed living your life like that. Opportunities sometimes come from the strangest or unexpected of places.

You for sure never thought you’d be in a relationship with Austin Butler, so, just goes to show that the universe is in a constant state of flux.

You’re definitely not complaining though.

Settling down on your apartment couch, you smile as Jillian facetimes you—a weekly occurrence since the movie’s been over. You pick up the call with a smile, leaning it against a bowl on your coffee table so she can see you lounging.

“Long time no see.”

You chuckle, “It’s been three days, Jill.” You get it though—going from seeing someone every day to every other few weeks can be jarring. Jillian’s a great friend, last thing you want is to lose contact. Some people are just in your life for a season, somethin’ you’ve learned far too many times the hard way.

You really hope Jillian and Austin are not a part of that analogy.

A soft silence passes, you watch as Jillian mills around her own kitchen putting dinner together and…right, you should probably eat something, or at least figure out what you want to do. Since the end of filming, Austin has been bouncing around to different obligations—you expected this but admittedly, you miss him.

Texts and calls just aren’t the same.

“It’s tomorrow, right?”

You blink, focusing back on Jillian. “Uh,” Picking at a loose thread on the couch, “Yeah, tomorrow.”

“Are you nervous?”

A laugh comes up from your chest, “I’m not the one being interviewed, you know, all I’m doin’ is waiting for him in the back. Maybe someone will bring me coffee for a change.”

Jillian snorts, making some sort of mac n cheese dish, least you’re pretty sure. It’s homemade at the very least, “Yeah but he’s gonna talk about you. The interviewer is gonna know you’re there and not be able to stop themselves from askin’.”

Shaking your head, you push your face into the cushion of the couch. “He’s there to promote a movie, not me.”

“I’ve personally seen the way he looks at you, he’s gonna talk about you—won’t be able to help it.”

There’s an eyeroll but you can’t stop a soft pink blush from kissing your cheeks either, working down your neck. It’s a conversation you’ve definitely had with Austin—there’s been other candid pictures and even a few articles pop up on how he’s seeing someone, though because you’re not a celebrity, no one can seem to nail down who it is. You’re sure Jillian’s right, in a sense, that a question might be asked.

But knowing Austin, he likes keeping personal things private. He might mention you but it’ll be brief—not because he doesn’t want to talk about you or somehow keep you hidden away because he’s ashamed, but because he’s protective.

You like that.

Things are only going to get more hectic; the goal is to figure out the best way to navigate them.

“How’s the script goin’?” Jillian asks, changing the subject, which you’re definitely thankful for.

“Finishing touches.” You let out a long breath, “And then I told Austin he can send it to a few people.”

Jillian grins, “I’m proud of you! I’m sure that took a lot of arm wrestling.”

You smirk, “You have no idea.”

It’s a good thing though, you know that. Austin and Jillian and your sister—a bunch of important people in your life have been telling you, gently pushing, that in order to move on to the next step? You have to be willing to actually take it. There’s a fear of rejection that is very real, of not feeling like you’re good enough—but how else do you know if you never try?

Maybe the script comes back with negative reviews, maybe you’ll realize that character development and story progression that made a lot of sense to you, doesn’t translate to someone else’s experiences.

It’ll be hard but you can take the script back, read the notes, take the feedback seriously, start again.

But what if…it’s the exact opposite?

“Good luck tomorrow—let me know how it goes.”

You pull yourself out of your thoughts before you nod, giving Jillian a smile and hanging up the call. Drawing a pillow into your chest, you chew on your lower lip as you consider ‘good luck’. You’re not giving any interview answers that will one day be on YouTube, or turned into gifs on Tumblr but…

Maybe having some good luck and good vibes wouldn’t exactly hurt. Hopefully it’ll all run so smoothly that you won’t even need it.

--

You know it’s probably something completely lame to admit, but every time you see Austin, your heart ricochets right up into your throat. It’s pounding wildly as you watch him get out of the SUV he’s arrived in at the talk show venue. It’s not one of the major stations with famous names, nothing like that, but something you’ve learned about Austin is that he likes branching out, talking to anyone and everyone. He’s a genuine soul, he likes connecting with people.

Smiling softly, you lean off to the side near the front door, as close as you can get with security. While Austin’s personal bodyguards and assistants know you, the venue does not and won’t let you get very close to where he’s walking in. There’s a speckling of fans along the sidelines, lingering, getting riled up when he steps out and begins walking to his destination. While his bodyguard, Richard, tries to move him along—Austin stops.

He takes pictures with anyone who asks, signs whatever might be in front of him. It’s…really nice to see, actually. Your gaze lingers, taking in his wavy blonde locks, perfectly coiffed on his head. The jet-black hair is long gone and his natural color only seems to bring out the blue of his eyes. He’s dressed all in black which highlights the long lines of his body—slacks, shirt slightly unbuttoned, suit jacket that has a soft sheen to it in the sunlight.

Your stomach flutters as he moves and finally spots you, a soft smile on his lips. He reaches for your hand, Richard sliding one of the metal guardrail fences that are set up aside,

“She’s with me,” He tells building security, squeezing your fingers.

You can hear distinct murmuring from behind as you move quickly inside, the doors closing afterwards. You can’t allow yourself to be bothered or distracted by it, too busy turning to instantly throw your arms around his shoulders. He chuckles lightly, picking you up in a brief hug before pulling back.

He smells amazing, sandalwood and something distinctly Austin and he seems to be taking you in as much as you’re doing for him. It’s been about two weeks since you’ve seen one another in person but it feels longer than that,

“Sight for sore eyes,” He tells you, reaching to cup your cheek before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Your fingers curl into the bottom fabric of the lavender dress you’re wearing today, something simple but one of your favorites. It sits along your thighs, clinches at your small waist and has small yellow daisies patterned on it. Paired with some heels? It’s a look.

“Yeah you clean up nice.” I missed you too. You laugh warmly, running your fingers along the lapel of his jacket before you both have to begin walking. Of course he’s on a schedule, wouldn’t want to make him late—you’ll have plenty of time together once the interview is over.

Someone from production meets Austin about halfway into the building, guiding them towards the interview room he’s going to be sitting in. Your eyes take in as many details as you can possibly manage with how fast you’re walking—Steve, apparently, has a very ‘to the minute’ job that reminds you of Sal (with a far better attitude). Entering into a large room labeled Studio 7 that looks like a behind the scenes theater production, Austin is motioned towards a hair and makeup chair near the curtain he’s going to walk out of. You linger, not wanting to get in the way at all but also wanting to watch Austin talk about the film and share out anything he can about what he’s worked so hard on.

“Carol-Ann will run you through a typical questionnaire,” Steve says, checking a clipboard and occasionally touching an earpiece in his right ear. It’s almost ironic to you that Austin has to get touchups—brushing the hair back that’s leaning over his forehead, padding a spot along his hairline, a soft kiss of blush with a makeup brush. The camera finds so called ‘flaws’, you guess, even though it doesn’t feel quite possible that Austin has any.

You stand by quietly, giving Austin a small smile any time his eyes find yours. Steve then moves to hook a mic onto his suit jacket, testing it with a small tap before he nods,

“Should be about twenty minutes out there and then five minutes before we go on—any questions?”

Austin shakes his head, standing from the chair. He thanks the makeup artist before reaching for your hand, approaching the edge of backstage where the room opens up into a studio. You can’t help but dip your head out a little to look at where Austin will be—it’s set up like a typical talk show. On one side, there’s pastel colors and couches for the guest and host to sit on, a slew of cameras separating that and the backside of the room where audience members go. And there are plenty there, the lucky ones that maybe waited outside all night or bought a ticket.

It's just kinda surreal, especially for you but you also can’t imagine for Austin. While he wears a celebrity title well, knowing what to say, holding the gaze of whoever he’s talking to, and passing off charm easily, he’s also humble and sweet, thoughtful. Your eyes find him again and you swear you can feel his hand shaking, just a little.

“You nervous?” You ask, running your thumb along his knuckles.

“Nah, just excited energy.” Though you’re not sure you one hundred percent believe him.

Steve gives Austin a two-minute warning and he takes a deep breath into his chest before nodding, smiling down at you. “Wish me luck.”

“I will,” You tell him before squeezing his hand, “But you don’t need it.”

Leaning back just slightly, you watch him walk out on stage to meet the talk show host. The crowd definitely loves cheering for him and you’re once again reminded how much Austin seems to be made for this. Just like Elvis.

--

There’s an exchange of hellos near the pastel-colored couches, Austin leaning down to greet Carol-Ann with a hug, thanking her for the opportunity with added pleasantries. You notice there’s a moment when Carol-Ann motions to backstage, though you can’t understand what she’s referring to because the noise of the crowd drowns it out. Whatever she says however, Austin glances towards you before shaking his head, shoulders a bit tight even though there’s a gentle and pleasant smile on his face.

Once Austin sits, the interview starts almost immediately and you’re able to watch from one side of the backstage area, keeping to the shadows but you hear the questions and responses. Regardless of how nervous Austin might have seemed before going out there, he’s a natural at talking to people—he turns the interview process into a conversation, even asking Carol-Ann things herself every so often. He’s just genuine and it warms your chest from the inside out as you watch him—you know that he’s not just doing that because he’s under the public eye but rather because he’s sweet and humble.  

You feel like not many people are left in Hollywood like that.

All the questions and clips shown about the movie go swimmingly and there’s a round of applause as Carol-Ann announces that they’re almost out of time. Austin leans back against the pastel, crossing his long legs—the jet black of his suit seems to pop along the soft colors.

“Before we go, I just have to ask—” And before the words are even out of her mouth, you know what she’s about to say, “You came into the studio today with someone beautiful—can you tell us anything about her?”

There’s a moment where you completely draw a breath into your lungs and hold it there, a slight hammering of your heart in your ears. Even though you knew this was coming, unavoidable at this point by accompanying Austin to this interview, it still throws you off balance.

Austin takes a patient breath too, his smile pleasing and calm as he nods. Regardless of the question that has nothing to do with the film, he takes it in stride as much as he can. Jillian was right, in a way, there was no way he could avoid talking about you during this interview.

“Yeah, I got a girl,” A soft laugh leaves his lips as the audience applauses and he gently waves to them before answering the rest of the question, “I uh, I met her on the set of Elvis and she’s incredible.”

And just like that, your relationship is officially out in the open.

The moment comes and goes and…you’re not quite sure if you’re waiting for something to feel earth-shatteringly different or for another shoe to drop. It’s supposed to be the same right? You and Austin are unchanged—everything’s just on your terms now. No more concerns about keeping yourselves hidden or sneaking around, a bit more control over your own relationship instead of leaving it up to others with exposing type articles or photos that make you feel like you’re on an episode of Gossip Girl.

Case in point, Carol-Ann tries to push—she playfully asks Austin for more details, a name, something else to feed the satisfaction of hungry and curious fans.

Austin’s smiling but he clamps down on his response, “That’s all I’m willing to share right now—I’d like to keep her to myself.” And even that’s a winning answer because Carol-Ann smiles and there’s applause mixed with some girls giggling in the audience, cheeks kissed pink and totally heart-eyed towards Austin in these pastel-colored chairs. He seems to know exactly what he’s doing.

You smile a little, curling your long hair around your ear. Being able to keep your personal lives private might not always be the case. But at least for now you both are making decisions on your own terms, and no one else’s.

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You’re not exactly sure what the plan is after the talk show but you figure you can talk it over once you’re both in the SUV. You’re leaving the same way you came in, except this time there’s more fans built up on the walkway leading to the car and even some paps with cameras attempting to push their way past the barriers. You let out a slow breath, hesitating near the door before you can walk out.

Austin turns to look at you, gently reaching for your hand with a smile. There’s no doubt that he can sense you’re uncomfortable, “We just make a beeline for the car, you can stick behind me.”

You shake your head for a few reasons. For one, this is something you’re just going to have to get used to—right? You certainly don’t plan on breakin’ up any time soon and…as Austin’s girlfriend, you’ll be invited to events that’ll have fans at them. Not only that, but even out and about, odds are you’ll run into someone who recognizes him. It’s a little overwhelming, not to mention just weird, going from a girl who delivers coffee to this.

Not to mention that this sort of thing is only going to grow—Austin’s role in Elvis is really going to put him on the map. Last thing you want to do is somehow, accidentally, make him feel like he needs to avoid this, this popularity that is well-deserved.

“No,” You squeeze his hand, running your thumb along his knuckles. Secondly, you remember how Austin arrived here and, “I’m sure they’ve been waitin’ out there to see you, I’m not gonna take that from them. I’ll be fine.”

He holds your gaze for a long moment before nodding, “You sure?”

There’s a playful eyeroll paired with a smile, “Yes, I’m sure. C’mon.” Motioning him forward, building security opens the doors for them, Richard taking the lead to make sure everything is all clear as you walk.

Your only goal as you head out of the talk show building is to stay out of the way—it’s quick chaos, Austin zigzagging to different sides of the divide to sign autographs and actually talk to fans as he takes pictures with them. A small smile lingers on your face as you watch him, doing your best to disregard any questions thrown in your direction. You are definitely not diving into that rabbit hole.

You both are close to the SUV and you pause one more moment as Richard reaches the doors before you do, pulling one open. A pap with a camera grabs your attention from the right, mostly because he’s yelling over the crowd. He’s got his phone in his other hand aimed at your face, you assume recording a video,

“Mr. Butler! Miss! Hey miss, turn around—let’s see your face!”

It’s an automatic reaction for you turn your head in the opposite direction, almost bumping straight into Austin when he reaches for your elbow. Stepping in front of you, he puts a hand out to create distance between your body and the prying pap—

“Can you not film her please?” He requests calmly but there's an air of seriousness there, it’s clear this is not something he's willing to discuss.

“Not gonna tell us who she is?”

Austin guides you around the SUV door, encouraging you to get inside first before he throws out over his shoulder, “She’s my girlfriend and I’d appreciate you not shovin’ a camera in her face.” He gets into the car too, the door closed behind him. There’s a few moments of Richard and Austin’s assistant getting in as well, doors shutting, before the SUV begins to wade its way into  traffic.

He lets out a soft breath, running his hands through his hair. Turning to look at you, his gaze flutters over your body before finding your eyes, “You alright?”

Despite the slight rattling of eager fans and paps who don’t understand the concept of personal boundaries…you feel okay. Finally alone with him, or well, for the most part. You take in a deep draw of oxygen before nodding, a small smile tugging the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” A soft pause before, “‘Girlfriend’, just—don’t think I’ll ever really get used to you sayin’ that.”

Austin smiles a little, reaching his arm across your shoulders. You chuckle, allowing him to draw you close in the backseat of the SUV. Sliding across the middle seat, you mold yourself into his body, his arm creating a cage around you as yours maps across his waist.

“Well you better start.” He says into your hairline, your head fitting perfectly underneath his chin. Breathing him in, you close your eyes.

Feels like home.

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[scarlettriot]

❄️ Keeping Warm ❄️

• Pairing: Kirishima & Devyn @bakudarling & Bakugo

• Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI. Aged Up Characters ((late 20s)) Dom/Sub Dynamics. Throat Grab. Drinking. Some Spit.

• Contains: Dom Kiri. Switch Baku. Oral ((M Receiving)). Cockwarming ((In Secret)). Size Difference. Praise. Very Light Deg. Nicknames Used: Babe, Baby, Cutie, Love, Good Girl & Slut.

• A/N: This fic is a part of my Winter Writing Event, specially written for @/bakudarling! I cannot thank you enough for partaking in the event, Dev! I really hope you love your Holi-Date with Ei & Kat. The event is still ongoing so if anyone else would like to participate, just follow the link.

• Word Count: 2,200ish

Katsuki had been looking forward to this vacation with the two of you for months! He stared at the dates on his calendar frequently. The little cabin on the lake during the off-season sounded perfect to him. There wouldn’t be tourists around; he could just sit in the nice, warm living room and admire the beautiful views, wrapped up in a cozy blanket with the two people he loved most in the world. 

And everything was going so well too. Eijiro drove and made damn good time despite the freshly fallen snow. Katsuki made delicious snacks for the drive. And you put on a playlist that had the three of you singing practically the whole way. 

The cabin was perfect, exactly as described in the listing he saw. The three of you got all the bags inside just as night settled in, and the snow and wind really decided to pick up. A small bead of worry grew in your husband’s chest when he looked up at the clouds turning from fluffy white to a dull gray. He shook the feeling off though. The cabin was safe and warm; even if the weather did take a turn, you’d all be fine. 

Of course, what he hadn’t accounted for was the power going out several hours later…

“Are you kidding me!” He howled louder than the wind outside while he was in the middle of putting away dishes from dinner. 

“Just give it a second, babe. Maybe it’ll come right back?” You tried to remain optimistic, but one minute passed, then two, pretty soon ten, and still no sign of it returning. 

Eijiro put a hand on his husband’s back and set the towel he’d been drying dishes with down on the counter. “I keep that little generator in the back of the jeep. We can bring in that heater on the patio–” 

“Oh! And we can build a fire! They had chopped wood by the front door!” 

“Great idea, baby!” 

You started to bundle up, but Eijiro was having no part of it. “I’ll get the generator and firewood,” He kissed your forehead, “Why don’t you go get blankets and pillows? We can make ourselves a little fort?”

“See Kat, ‘s not so bad.” Eijiro chuckled and leaned back on his elbows since sitting up straight in the fort that had been constructed wasn’t an option for the mountain of a man. 

“Kinda romantic with all the candles you lit.” You kissed Katsuki’s cheek, but he just grumbled and wrapped one of the many blankets he’d accumulated around himself even more. 

“It’s not gonna be romantic when we all end up frozen!” 

You’d made it through two rounds of Candy Land with your husbands and many games of Love Letter that somehow Katsuki always managed to win. They were two of the few games you found tucked away in the lake house. In the time you played though, the temperature had only continued to drop, and Katsuki kept getting colder and colder. 

He had three blankets to himself and was reaching for a fourth. Two over his lap, one over his shoulders. You were pretty sure he was gonna wrap this one around his head. 

“Where you goin’?” Katsuki tracked Eijiro with his eyes while the redhead clambered awkwardly out of the fort. “You’re like our main source of warmth!” 

“Then cuddle our wife if you’re so scared of freezing!” 

Both of you lost sight of where Eijiro went, but his suggestion was still a good one. Katsuki’s freed his arms from the blanket long enough to grab you and bundle you right up with him. He was sure there’d be whining from Eijiro when he came back, but for the time being, he didn’t care one bit. “So warm…” 

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck while his hands ventured under your shirt, making you jolt at the cold contact. He pressed warm kisses just under your ear and cupped your breasts like his own personal hand warmers, but it only made you wiggle and squirm even more. “If you keep movin’ around my lap like that, you’re gonna end up warming something else f’me.” 

That didn’t exactly deter you though. You just wiggled with more purpose now. “Damn it, Dev, ‘m not kiddin’.” 

“I know you’re not,” You giggled right back, and that was more than enough for him. 

He worked his hands down your body, hooking his thumbs into the band of your leggings and panties all in one go, and yanked them down, and next came his own pants. 

“Oh, fuck–” You hummed contently when he slid his length inside you, keeping you seated perfectly in his lap while he wrapped the blankets around you again. “Think Ei’s gonna know?” 

“Not if you stay quiet.” But he sure as hell wasn’t gonna make that easy for you. Not right now, at least. 

He was rolling his hips every chance he got. One of his hands snaked up your body until he had his fingers wrapped around your neck. “You can be my good little slut and stay quiet, can’t ya?” You whined and nodded your head, already rocking your hips back against him, making him smirk against your warm skin. “Atta girl.” 

The only thing that drew your attention away from what Katsuki was doing with you was the delicious smell of hot cocoa as it flooded the air, the aroma quickly making its way into the fort.  

“How the hell did he–?” Katsuki was about to poke his head out when Eijiro reappeared with three steaming mugs in hand and the proudest grin on his face. 

“To help keep the cold away,” He chuckled and passed each of you a mug with a kiss to the top of your head before settling back in the spot he claimed with his own steaming mug. 

“How?” Katuski asked before even taking a sip. 

“I didn’t just have the generator. I also had that little stove from our stakeout a couple weeks back. Plugged it in and,” He made a fancy flourish around his cup. 

You took a drink through the layer of marshmallows he put on top and tasted the chocolatey liquid, eyes going wide when the sweet liquor hit your tongue. “Babe! It’s so good!” The excited little bounce you gave made Katsuki groan. 

“That mean you like it too, Kat?” He quirked a brow and tipped his cup back again. 

“Yeah, ‘s okay.” 

Eijiro shrugged because he knew that was about the highest praise he could receive from the blonde when it came to cooking something and started to set up the game board for another round.

Of course, this game had to be the most challenging yet. The whole time, Katsuki had to stretch around you to make his moves, pushing his cock further into you. There were times you swore you bit your tongue hard enough for it to bleed just to keep a moan from spilling over. 

It took Eijiro until the game was nearly over to question what could’ve been going on. 

“Hey man, why don’t you lose one of the blankets? Dev’s face is looking all rosy.” 

You didn’t even need to look to know Katsuki started smirking like a damn cat. “That so?” He bucked his hips, and this time, you couldn’t hide the little moan. Eijiro’s garnet eyes went wide, and you got to watch as the realization hit him, and a smirk settled over his face too. 

“Awe, our perfect little wife really is keepin’ you nice and warm, huh, babe?”

“Gods, Ei, she’s doin’ such a good job…” He trails off now that the facade is shattered and he can really move inside your walls. 

Eijiro takes his time and moves the game out of the way, not wanting to lose any of the pieces (or have someone step on one). He watched as the blankets start to roll off Katsuki. The man reached a hand up and dismantled the fort so he could have you on your hands and knees and fuck you properly, all while Eijiro lowered his shorts. His heavy cock rested against his stomach before he lazily started to stroke it. 

“What about me, cutie? Can you keep me nice and warm too? With your mouth?” He beckoned you forward with a finger and groaned when you licked him from base to tip. “Shit, baby–” Your hand replaced his own, so much smaller, not even able to wrap completely around his thickest part. Sharp teeth dug into his lower lip as he watched your mouth open and stretch just to take him in and it took everything he had not to bridge his hips and push all the way in, all at once. 

Katsuki’s pace picked up, holding onto your hips and thrusting into you enough that with each rut of his hips, you took a little more of Eijiro down your throat. You felt his hand settle atop your head, threading the purple strands through his fingers, tugging you lightly back and forth while his head tipped back in sheer pleasure. 

A glob of spit trailed down your ass, and Katsuki only pulled himself free long enough to catch it with the tip of his weeping cock and add it to the mess that was becoming your cunt. He couldn’t get over the way your hole would flex, wanting him stuffed back inside so badly. 

When he did slide home again, he reached around to your lower belly and pressed down, making you try and cry out at the added pressure, but Eijiro’s cock was too far down your throat for the noise to really escape. That didn’t stop fat tears from rolling down your cheeks though. 

“What’s the matter, cutie? Too much?” Eijiro cooed and swiped away your tears while you shook your head with your mouth still full. “Such a good cock slut.” You could see his pupils blown wide just before he pushed you down on his length. “Gonna lemme fill your cunt up next, baby? Or does Kat need a load so he can quit bitchin’ about bein' cold?” 

He leaned forward and grabbed Katsuki by his chin. “Whatcha say, pretty boy?” The blonde's thrusts got a little less erratic, but you felt his cock starting to throb in your heat. “Lemme fuck you while you clean your cum outta our wife, get her nice and ready for me?” 

“Hell yes, Ei.” He breathed after a moment. You always grinned just a little when Katsuki gave in to what you and Eijiro wanted, which was honestly more often than not, but it never got old. 

You started fucking back on Katsuki, using his cock, until you felt Eijiro’s hand leave your hair and move lower. Calloused fingers went right for your clit. “That’s it, pretty girl. Gonna make him cum like that. Want both of you t’cum f’me.” He urged you on, and you could feel Katsuki’s grip on you getting tighter and tighter, bruising your hips until little sparks left his palms, singeing your skin right up until you felt that first wave of cum fill you. 

Mixed with Eijiro’s fingers and Katsuki’s twitching cock, you finished with a choked sob, mouth still full. Eijiro waited for you to start coming down again before returning his hands to your hair. “Ready for me, cutie?” You nodded, and he held your head still between strong hands, fucking up into you over and over until you had cum shooting down your throat, leaking out around both their cocks now. 

He slipped his cock from your mouth just as Katsuki collapsed onto your back, arms winding around you, which left you to wrap yours right around Eijiro. 

“Alright,” He laughed at the way the two of you tuckered out and was happy to put plans on hold, “Naps first.” 

Eijiro’s hands moved slowly, brushing through Katsuki’s soft hair and tracing the ivy of your tattoo until he too, fell asleep.

As the three of you slept, the storm finally calmed down. A fresh blanket of white snow covered every inch of the landscape. 

Light had just barely begun to show for the day, the world still cast in a blue haze, but you woke up to the sound of electricity coming back on, the whir of the furnace springing to life. Somehow, you managed to wiggle out from between the two men and walked out onto the enclosed patio with a blanket wrapped around you. 

The cabin had the most beautiful view of the frozen-over lake and the verdant trees with their snowy pillows. It was more than enough to take your breath away. 

You felt a pair of arms encircling you just a few minutes later, and, from the scars that covered their hands and arms, you knew it was Eijiro before he hooked his chin over your shoulder, kissing your cheek and whispering his usual rough, “Mornin’, love.” 

There was another pair of red eyes on you though, leaning against the doorway, taking in the scene before him that made his heart swell. He would’ve stood there for hours, watching Eijiro and you hold each other close, but when you turned your head and held out your hand with wiggling fingers wanting him to join too, it was impossible to resist. 

Coffee and breakfast and the whole rest of the day could wait. He was going to enjoy this beautiful view, wrapped up in a cozy blanket, with the two people he loves most in the whole world. 

[tadpolesonalgae]

“You made more than a mistake, Az. Now we’re all hurting because you—”

i am so glad it's finally been said out loud. And that it was Mor who said it because immediately I understood how she was feeling about the entire situation, which made me feel better about her being an asshat at the end of the last chapter. It's strangely therapeutic. As soon as Mor tells Az to shut up though, I couldn't help but start crying a little bit because you really perfected how I thought Mor would've perceived reader going to Eris-

“She could have come to any of us. It’s more than we ever had, and yet she ignored it. Then tries to pretend it away? I’m not immune to that. If she can’t even be bothered to care about my pain why should I give a damn about hers?”

-this line in particular ruined me (not to be too personal n emotional lol), as someone who grew up in a not so great home i can really empathize with Mor here. It's not healthy behavior but I can say that there have been times where I've resented the people in my life who didn't accept help after i had been desperate for it for years. I'm more emotionally aware now and have unpacked those resentments (THANK GOD), but it was such a visceral response to reading that line because it mirrored unhealed me.

The next scene with madja was the perfect balance to mor and azriel's...argument? discussion? idk. You really guide us well through the world which is something I really admire in your writing, it flows very naturally and it always feels like a very natural progression of events. (its just something i've noticed i struggle with in my own wips lol).

compliments aside, it was also really sweet to see reader's peace in this chapter. Madja herself being a very peaceful motherly figure for reader who we know desperately needs that kind of care right now, her sisters are doing great right now but she needs someone who's not family to prove that they do care about her and it will not change over a few mistakes. Which is something that Cassian embodies very well later in the chapter too.

Bas.... sweet guy :( i hope reader gives him the truth. Imo, i think he deserves at least a bit of the truth when she is in a better place to give it (she fr could've said she was at a friend's in autumn. bas doesn't need to know WHO). But Bas held up his own boundaries very well with reader as well and I'm glad that we got a little of his feelings on the situation as well as reader acknowledging she hasn't been a great friend recently. (it's valid tho she's been goin THROUGH IT)

Tabbatha... you keep saying you don't know how to portray cassian but i personally think you do him such a great service ESPECIALLY after some instances of cass's behavior towards nesta's struggles in her own healing journey. I really feel like he actually cares about reader herself compared to rhys who cared about feyre and her only. He makes an effort to get her to relax, which is something acomaf cass would've done and is the version of him i miss the most. And him calling reader out for keeping things to herself? I personally think she needs to be called out and take accountability for her own role in the healing process. He was the perfect person to push her in this scene.

The dinner scene also really resonated with me and my own childhood. As a kid growing up we NEVER ate dinner together, so reader's apprehension to going to dinner is so real, and Mor sitting across from her?

oh myyyy goodness, ik this chapter just came out but im already rereading hehehe im so excited for the next one

-🤠

If I’m honest with you, I wanted Mor to tear into Az a little more than she did? For her to fairly obviously and kind of viciously defend reader but I felt it would be weird for her to go that far, considering Mor is supposed to be feeling very betrayed and hurt by reader? I did have fun with writing Mor telling Az to shut up though 🫣 I even nearly italicised it 🫢😳

‘The next scene with madja was the perfect balance to mor and azriel's...argument? discussion?’

Oh I really liked writing the Madja scene!! I mean, kind of scary obviously, but I enjoy her character and it’s so nice getting to write someone being kind to reader? 😭 Particularly since a fair amount of scenes in cbmthy aren’t particularly lighthearted/high-spirited? I’m hoping to continue dropping scenes with Madja in here and there since it would be weird if reader’s checkups suddenly stopped out of nowhere? Also so she has someone to keep an eye on her who might know a little more about what’s going on with her physically and mentally from experience and studying other people/medicine?

‘(its just something i've noticed i struggle with in my own wips lol).’

This might be totally unsolicited/unhelpful, but usually for me if a scene isn’t working or I’m struggling to write it, I’ll either change the perspective or switch to something else entirely? Like the scene just after reader’s entered the kitchen with Cassian I was struggling with, which is why there’s that snippet from Rhys’ pov to section them up? I don’t know if that’ll work for other people, but it’s something I fall back on quite regularly so it might help you too? 🫂🧡💛

‘but she needs someone who's not family to prove that they do care about her and it will not change over a few mistakes. Which is something that Cassian embodies very well later in the chapter too.’

I’m so glad you feel Cassian read that way!! 😭 I’m kind of of the mind that Nesta’s still protective over her sisters and so that might occasionally stretch across to Cassian at times? Also I just feel like Cassian genuinely cares about people in a more (this might sound strange) innocent way? Like more carefully and tenderly?

I would have loved to write Cassian and reader as being good friends but because Cassian’s friends with Feyre I think reader would still always feel in second place and unfortunately it might hinder her more than help 😭

‘Tabbatha... you keep saying you don't know how to portray cassian but i personally think you do him such a great service’

I’m literally refusing to respond to this because I’m so embarrassed and flustered from the compliment 😶‍🌫️

‘As a kid growing up we NEVER ate dinner together, so reader's apprehension to going to dinner is so real, and Mor sitting across from her?’

Yes! And especially after she’s done something that so obviously puts her in a vulnerable position too? Now they all know that she was in a place like that I can’t imagine reader will feel particularly comfortable over dinner 😭

As for Mor, I think I’m actually going to be writing this scene tonight, so I’ll be interested to see what happens? (Because honestly I don’t 100% know how it’s going to go either 😭🫣)

‘oh myyyy goodness, ik this chapter just came out but im already rereading hehehe im so excited for the next one’

Babes oh my gosh I was struggling to start chapter 18 so did a change 🫢🫣

I had so much fun writing the opening scene to the next part and I’ll be so excited to hear some thoughts on it—if you or anyone has any thoughts on it, of course 🧡💛

[kiwicider]

cover up - steve harrington

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader wc: 686 summary: you help steve cover up the scars on his cheek warnings: a lil bit of insecure!steve, pet names, kisses, mentions of scars

a/n: just a short lil steve drabble bc i have a horrible feeling we’re gonna be HURT with these last two eps :,(

Steve leaned against the bathroom sink, hands curled around the edge of the cool porcelain. His face was nearly pressed into the mirror that hung on the wall as he closely examined his left cheek, small lacerations that had scarred over into hues a few shades darker than his skin littered around the area. He could hear you padding towards the bathroom after you shut the front door, the rustle of a plastic bag hitting against your body growing louder.

You met his gaze through the mirror, a feeble smile on your lips as he pulled away from the glass. “Staring just makes it worse,” you said quietly. “Come, sit on the toilet.” 

The plastic seat creaked under his weight when he sat down, his knee beginning to bounce almost immediately as you dug through the bag. “Did you find it?” 

You nodded, holding up the slim concealer stick to show him. “Mhm, got the last one too.” 

“Is that all you need?” Steve watched as you tore the packaging open, dropping the yellow paper to the tiled floor below. 

“I got powder too. Helps keep it in place.”

He stopped bouncing his knee when you moved between his legs and focused in on his cheek. The pad of your thumb ghosted over the scars, running up to sweep away a piece of tawny-colored hair. 

“They’re really not noticeable, Stevie.” You ran your fingers along the side of his head, strands of hair wrapping around your knuckles like rings.

“But I can see them,” he mumbled. “I just—I know it's only dinner with Henderson, but I think I’d be... more comfortable goin’ out with them covered.” Steve ended his sentence with a shrug, feigning nonchalance.

You squeezed his shoulder softly, giving him a reassuring smile. “You don't have to explain. It’s whatever you want, love.” 

He slid his hand up the side of your thigh and let it rest on your hip, thumb sliding into the loop of your jeans. Steve’s shoulders dropped as he felt you lean in and press the concealer to his cheek. It felt smooth against his skin, much like your fancy little moisturizer he borrowed most nights before bed—even if you always scolded him for using too much. 

You dabbed the makeup with the pad of your ring finger, head tilting ever so slightly to the side while you blended it. “Do me a favor, will you? Reach down and grab the powder that’s in the bag.” 

Without moving his head, he reached blindly for the bag, the plastic rustling loudly as his fingers hooked around the cool compact inside. He handed it to you and took the concealer from your hold, sliding the lid back on with a soft click.

You slipped your fingers beneath the satin band on the puff and tapped it against the apricot-hued powder, bringing it up to his cheek and dabbing it. “Alright… you’re all good.” 

Steve wrapped his arms around your middle, closing the space between you. His chin dug into the spot below your ribs and adoration glinted in his eyes as he stared up at you.

“What?” 

“Wanted to give my thanks,” he murmured. “I just, y’know, appreciate everything you do.” 

Strands of his styled hair tickled your nose when you bent over to press a kiss to his forehead. “You’d do the same for me, Harrington. Now go look at my masterpiece.” You pulled away and watched as he stood up to make his way to the mirror. 

He stared for a few seconds before grinning at you, his teeth glinting beneath the lights. “Can’t see a thing. You’re a pro, aren’t ya?” 

A small laugh left your lips as he studied his reflection with raised eyebrows. You moved forward and stood beside him, curling your hand atop his broad shoulder. “It’s like magic,” you mused, reaching up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “But let’s finish getting ready, you know Henderson’s mom hates when we’re late.”

Steve hummed in agreement and kissed your temple softly, following you out of the bathroom with a dopey smile pulling at his lips.

© 2022 KIWICIDER - all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, modify, repost, or claim as yours.

[missvelvetsstuff]

Where you goin, Star?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

BikerAU

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Chapter 14

Warnings: swearing, angst, talk of rape and attempted suicide

Star sat in the green room bouncing her leg nervously, waiting to be called out to talk to Anderson Cooper. The only thing that kept her from bolting was Bucky sitting next to her, holding her hand.

Sharon sat quietly, nervous to be spilling the secrets of powerful men but like Y/N was determined to see those men finally forced to accept the consequences of their actions.

Bucky had held her all night, even when she woke up crying, begging someone nameless to stop. He rubbed her back and whispered in her ear that she was safe. That morning she had tried on 5 different outfits before settling on a simple dress in a soft blue.

She was grateful for the make-up artist who was able to cover up the dark circles under her eyes and even out the blotches from crying.

When the intern finally came to take them to the set, Y/N felt like she was going to be sick and didn't want to let go of Bucky's hand. He stood and pulled her up with him.

"You'll be great, doll and I'll be just a few feet away. Anderson isn't some shock journalist and won't pull any gotchas on you. Just be you and tell your side of the story." He kissed her hands one after the other which made her feel warm deep inside.

The interview went well. Y/N learned more about how awful her father was when Sharon talked about her time with him. How he bragged about getting her mother 'out of the way' because she kept trying to protect Star from him. How he had beaten, raped and blackmailed Sharon into submission including threatening her family. His plans to have Bucky, Steve, Peggy, Sam and Nick Fury killed to ensure that Star had no one left to turn to but him and John. Sharon had thought that helping John end Alexander would make her life better but she just ended up with John on her all the time so decided to leave the country. When Jessica Jones found her and told her what Star was dealing with she felt like she had to speak up. She hoped to be able to come home and spend time with her own ailing father who had been in a car accident that killed her mother, an accident that Alexander had bragged about having a hand in and threatened to finish her father if she didn't do anything and everything he ordered.

Alexander was dead but his manipulations were still causing problems for innocent people.

Y/N talked about her experiences with her father, how he forced her to marry John and worked to keep her from her rightful inheritance from her mother and grandmother.

She told Anderson that she couldn't get too detailed about what John had done to her due to the ongoing case but what the attorneys said she could talk about was bad enough. Much of her story was corroborated by Jack Rollins confession.

They had to pause a couple of times as she told her story, the memories being too overwhelming to go on without a break.

Once it was all over, Y/N thanked Anderson for helping her tell her story without judgement and Sharon for coming forward and said good nite. She turned to Bucky with red eyes "Can we go home now, Jamie?"

Bucky nodded and pulled her into his side "Yeah, come on Star, let's go home and get some dinner. Pepper had the kitchen make pot pies and special brownies, so a nice hot bath, glass of wine, comfort food and chocolate." He grinned at her "Sounds like everything my Star needs.

She smiled back but her eyes were confused "Why do you work so hard to take care of me, Jamie? It's been 3 years and I'm technically still married. You must have had some kind of life after you left."

Bucky chuckled softly "My sweet, darling,

shining Star." He cupped her face in his rough hands, looking in her eyes sadly.  "I'm so sorry that I left, that I made you believe you couldn't depend on me, that you think you aren't it for me."

He kissed her forehead "You are everything and I will spend the rest of my life proving my love, that you can depend on me again."

Her eyes filled with tears "I, Bucky I, I-" she couldn't keep going and he pulled her into his chest.

Bucky rubbed her back as she cried "Shhh, it's alright Star. You're ok and I will never let John or Brock or anyone else hurt you." He pulled back and looked in her eyes "Even if you decide you don't want me-" he choked up a little and cleared his throat "Even then, I will always protect you. I will always be a call or text away."

He suppressed the urge to kiss her, he would happily go at her pace as long as he could be near her, however she needed.

"Come on, doll. Lets get you home."

After fighting traffic they made it back to Stark tower. There was press everywhere, a few ran up to try and peer through the tinted windows, shouting her name, looking for her. All she could do was sit quietly as Bucky held her hand.

Happy parked the car and got out to look around, making sure none of the paps were able to get in before opening her door.

"Don't worry miss, you're all clear now." He reassured her and offered his hand to help her out.

Star took his hand and smiled "Thank you Happy. I don't know how I could get through this without your help." then kissed his cheek.

Happy blushed and stammered out a quiet you're welcome as she pulled back.

Upstairs, Bucky ran a bath for her and called the kitchen to bring dinner while she soaked in the oversized Jacuzzi tub.

When she got out she lotioned up all over and put on one of Bucky's t-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts.

As she exited the bathroom the doorbell rang, which she figured must be their food.

Bucky made it to the door before her and when he opened it was almost tackled by a beautiful redhead who kissed him hard on the mouth, which is exactly what Y/N saw when she walked out.

Y/N felt her chest constrict, she knew it. Bucky was too good to be true, there was someone else. She turned around to go back to the bedroom before the tears welling up in her eyes started to fall, so didn't see Bucky push the woman off of him.

Star was too caught up in her head to hear Bucky snap at the redhead "Natasha?! What the Hell are you doing here?"

Natasha pouted "I got tired of waiting for you to call me and I saw that you opened your shop. I can work for you, answer phones or whatever." She smiled slyly at him "We can pick up where we left off."

Bucky shook his head "There's nothing to pick up because we didn't leave anything off. You helped us with some work while we finished school but there's nothing else." He looked around, wondering where Star was.

"How did you even get in here? The front desk is supposed to notify her of visitors."

Natasha glared at him "Her who? Have you been cheating on me Bucky Barnes?"

Bucky laughed "That would imply we were in a relationship when we weren't. I've never even touched you. You have to go, just forget we met because nothing will come of it."

He tried to shove her out the door but Natasha was surprisingly strong for her size. "NO! You won't shove me aside after all we've been through together"

Bucky shook his head "All we've been through? You're delusional, I'm calling security."

Natasha saw his phone on the table and grabbed it "How you gonna call anyone Bucky baby?" She teased.

Bucky smiled "Never said anything about a phone." his smile grew when there was a knock at the door and he heard Happy call out "Security! Are you alright Miss Pierce?"

Bucky called back "Come on in Happy, we have an intruder."

Happy came in with Rhodey and looked at Natasha "This the intruder?"

Bucky nodded "You might want to see how she got past Friday. She does not belong here."

Natasha scoffed "You don't have to get all stupid. I was just hoping to get paid."

Bucky looked at her in shock "Get paid? I paid you for all the work you did for us and-"

She laughed "Not that. Please, that wasn't worth the trip here. No, I'm talking about how Alexander Pierce paid me to seduce you so he could show the pictures to his spoiled bitch daughter. Well, he said he would pay me but now he's dead and I know his daughter won't pay me so I hoped to take it out in trade, with you." She winked.

Bucky's eyes turned cold "Pierce sent you? I should have known he wouldn't just leave well enough alone even after I left." He looked at her with something bordering on hatred "I don't know how to get it through your thick head. I told you before and I'm telling you now. I. Don't. Want. You. I never have, never will. You'll just have to write this off as a loss and don't bother us again."

He nodded to Happy who grabbed Natashas arm and pulled her out of the suite "Come with me miss, I have some questions."

Bucky closed the door after they left and went looking for Star. He found her sitting on the side of the bed, hunched over and tears streaming down her face. He sat next to her and she scooted away.

He spoke softly "I don't know what you saw or heard doll but she was never anything to me. She helped us with some paperwork and keeping organized with our plans but that's it. I never touched her. I swear."

She sniffled "It's ok if you did. It's been 3 years and I was married to someone else."

He reached over to caress her cheek "I know but no one I met could live up to my Star. No one ever will." He kissed her softly.

When he pulled away she asked him "Did I hear her mention my father?"

Bucky scoffed "Yeah, she claimed he hired her to seduce me so he could show you pictures to prove I had moved on. Apparently he never paid her so she came looking. Happy took her to find out how she got past Friday."

Star sighed "Even dead my father is still wreaking havoc on my life. When will it end?"

Bucky pulled her close "I don't know Star but I'll be here either way." he kissed the top of her head.

The doorbell rang again and he felt her tense up. "Don't worry doll, it's probably food. I'll get it.

When he came back into the bedroom carrying a tray with food, wine and a red rose in a bud vase she released a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

They both got comfortable and put on one of her favorite shows, Schitts Creek, to watch. They also ate more brownies than they probably should have and started giggling uncontrollably at David and Alexis' shenanigans until they fell asleep cuddled up together.

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The next nite they got together with Tony, Pepper, Steve, Peggy and Sam to have dinner and watch Y/N's interview. Star couldn't sit still while it aired and paced around the room.

"I don't know why I agreed to watch this with everyone, I can't stand to watch it myself." She groaned when she saw herself getting overwhelmed and asking Anderson for a short break.

"I sound so pathetic" she mocked herself "My daddy and husband are so mean. I was born in the lap of luxury and never wanted for anything but they were mean to me." She scoffed "When down I become so weak and whiny?"

Bucky went to stand in front of her, taking her hands in his. The warm roughness helped calm her down, his presence soothing her.

"Look at me Star" he paused waiting for her eyes to meet his. "You are not pathetic, you are one of the strongest people I know." He cupped her cheek with his right hand "Just because you haven't suffered financially, doesn't make your trauma less valid. And those fuckers were way more than mean to you. I won't get into what they did do but you know it was so much more than that."

He kissed her on the forehead "A lot of people would have given up and swallowed a bullet."

Stars eyes grew wide and more tears filled them, she looked down at the floor before whispering "I I, I did try but I failed at that too."

The room went silent as she cleared her throat to tell them something she hadn't told anyone.

"It was over a year after you left, my mother was gone, I had no friends, wasn't even allowed to see my horses without permission and John came home one nite, angry and drunk. Something about my father blaming him for me not being pregnant yet. I tried to fight back but I was too weak. He was especially brutal that nite, knocked me out and I woke in our bed, sheets stained from my blood and hurting everywhere. I knew I was trapped and it wouldn't get any better so I swallowed a handful of oxys with some tequila shots. Wrote a note 'I hate you and would rather be dead than live with you.' Brock found me and I woke up in the hospital with a very sore throat from having my stomach pumped. That's when he became my fulltime bodyguard/babysitter. Of course if I did favors for him he didn't care how many pills I took or how much I drank." As she spoke she shrunk into herself. "See, weak."

Bucky gasped and pulled her into a crushing hug "I'm so sorry for what I left you too but I can't tell you how happy I am that you failed. I promise it's gonna get better. You got away from them and after the trial you can move on with your life. You are not weak, you just needed to find a way out." he held onto her, rubbing her back.

Pepper looked at Tony sadly and he nodded in response to confirm that he already planned to do everything they could to help Star through this mess. She stood and went to rub Y/N's arm who was still in Bucky's arms.

"We've got you, Y/N." She looked at Bucky's friends who nodded "We're your friends and family now and will always be here. Those bastards can't hurt you anymore."

Star looked up and pulled Pepper into the hug, trying to speak through her tears but all she could squeak out was a sincere thank you before being overwhelmed and hiding her face in Bucky's neck. The rest of the group stood and joined them, creating a protective circle around Star.

When she was able to calm down Star thanked her friends for their love and support. They sat down to watch the rest of the interview until they were disturbed by a knock on the door.

Tony went to answer it to find Happy, looking a bit frazzled.

"Sorry to disturb you, boss. Thought I should give you a heads up." He looked around "Oh good, Miss Pierce, youre here as well. This concerns you." He paused. "First, that woman last nite was sent by one of Walker's people. Apparently he knew your father sent her to seduce Mr Barnes while he was gone and hoped she would put a wedge between you."

Tony looked at Happy expectantly "I'm assuming theres more."

Happy nodded "Yes. Ever since about 5 minutes after the interview started the phones are blowing up again and the press are at every entrance to the building looking for Miss Pierce." He looked at her "You might be stuck inside for a few days. Now that they know something of what Walker did they are even more determined to have some time with you."

Star shook her head "I knew this would happen but with the trial starting next week, interest was going to surge no matter what I did. I'm glad I got my side out."

@pattiemac1 @hhiggs

Bucky squeezed her hand and she squeezed his right back. He looked her in the eyes. "We'll get through this. Together."

Chapter 15

[jordie-gvf]

heartbreak anniversary , sammy

i wanted to redo it, i didnt like how it turned out, so i give you Heartbreak Anniversary 2.0

warnings : arguing, language, mentions of being passed out, mention of alcohol

word count : 1k

enjoy!

Sam still isn't home yet. Five year anniversary dinner, down the drain. You had set out the top shelf wine, made his favorite vegan pasta, set out candles, and it all went to waste.  Late to his own anniversary dinner, which had been on the calendar for weeks, the calendar he looks at every morning. 

You heard him come home as you were eating your pasta, you even made garlic bread. He walked in the door, said nothing to you. He walked over to the table and looked at the food. “Is it some kind of occasion?” he said, and scoffed. You looked at him appalled. You grabbed his food and he yelled out, “Give me back my food! Im fucking hungry.” You turned around and calmly told him, “Can I heat it up first?” and turned around to face the microwave. You started to silently sob. How could he forget? How could he forget the anniversary? There's no way he forgot, this is a prank. 

It in fact, was not a prank. You took his pasta out of the microwave, put it on the table and he said, “This is still cold.” He scoffed and went upstairs. You couldn't believe the iciness behind his voice, almost like he wanted to scold you for not heating up his food enough. You heard the shower turn on. You grabbed his plate and threw his food away, he didn't want to eat it cold, fine, he doesn't eat at all. You were doing the dishes when he came downstairs. He looked at the table and lashed out, “Where the fuck is my food? Did you throw it away? Why would you do that? I was at the studio all day and I come home to cold food. What is wrong with you?” You looked at him and went upstairs. You grabbed a duffle bag and packed your clothes, you were going to stay with Josh for the night. You texted him and asked if you could come over and spend the night, and his response was “What did he do?” and you said “I'll explain later”. You zipped your bag and changed into sweats and a tee. You went back downstairs and he was on the couch with a glass of bourbon in his hand. “Where are you going”, he asked. You told him, “Happy Anniversary.” and turned to the garage, grabbed your keys, and left. You could see him in the living room with his head in his hands. Rosie came over to you and nudged you with her nose, as if she was saying, “Where ya goin, Mom?”. You pet her head and gave her a kiss.

You drove straight to Josh's house. You saw Jake's car in the driveway. You knocked on the door, Jita answered the door. She took one look at you and hugged you immediately. She grabbed your bag and took it to the guest room. 

Josh came up to you with open arms, as did Jake, and they took you in a warm embrace.”What did he do? Do we need to hit him?” you laughed and shook your head no. They called Danny, so everyone knew what was going on. Jita had come back down, and you explained everything. 

Josh looked furious by the end of it. Little Josh was ready to start swinging on his little brother. Jake didn't know what to think, Danny was making his way to your house to smack him, and Jita sat there and hugged you. You had a load of texts from him.

Safety Sam 🫶

Baby, please, I'm so sorry.

Please come home.

You seriously went to Josh?

Rosie girl misses you.

I miss you.

You looked at them and read the last text over and over again. You missed him too. Danny texted you and told you the house was a mess, meaning Sammy broke shit. He sent you a few pictures. Broken picture frames, the bar cart was pushed over, and the bed that you had made was torn apart. 

Demolition Dan

The house is a mess.

I can't find him.

I found him. Laundry room.

He's in bad shape

I think you should come home

Y/N : I don't want to see him.

Y/N : I'm staying with Josh tonight.

YN, I really think you

should come home.

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There he was. Your lover, asleep, in the laundry room, with an empty bottle of Jim Beam in his hand. You called Danny and told him you were on the way. Josh, Jita, and Jake said, good luck, and sent you on your way. As soon as you got home, you left everything in the car, and ran up to the laundry room. You heard him talking to Danny, “Wheres my girl, I need my girl.” and you heard Danny respond. You got to the laundry room, saw Sammy on the floor, and said, “I'm right here Sammy, Im here” and he immediately got up. “Y/N? Baby im so sorry”, he said, and started to cry. You sent Danny home and laid with Sammy. You put your hand on his cheek and slowly rubbed your thumb up and down, “Its okay Sam. Come on, let's get you into bed”. He slowly got up and you helped support his body. You walked into your bedroom and put him on the bed. You went to the dresser and grabbed his pajamas. You walked back over to him and started to take his shirt off. “You want to?” He said, as he tried to pull your sweats down. You looked at him and said, “Not tonight, love” and he said a simple, okay, and let you put his pajama pants on him. 

The next morning, you woke up and saw your sweet Sam laying next to you, fast asleep with his mouth wide open. You rubbed his cheek as he slowly woke up. You took your hand off and told him to, “go back to sleep”, and he looked at you and said, “no, i wanna lay with my girl”. He put his head on your chest and he asked you, “can you rub my back?”, and you obliged.

You kissed his head and told him, “everything will be alright.” and lulled him to sleep. 

[nobedofroses]

December 16

pairing: Jack Daniels x reader

warnings: fluff and a little bit of spice at the end

words: 863

a/n: Jack is a sweetie and a cutie

Last, Full List, Next, More Jack

🏔🏔🏔

The first holiday season you had spent with Jack, you weren’t sure he would want to join you at one of your favorite traditions. Every year, you went to see the Rockettes perform at Radio City Music Hall, with whatever friend, or relative’s schedule worked. You had tried inviting past boyfriends, but none of them had ever wanted to go, so when you asked Jack, you were expecting a no as well. But the man constantly surprised you, and this was no different. He agreed enthusiastically, admitting that he had always wanted to go but had never been proactive enough to buy tickets before they sold out. 

Jack ended up taking over the whole plan, promising you an entire day of fun and excess, which you agreed to right away. He was always better at indulging than you were anyway. 

A week out, he told you the plan. 

“Alright, sugar, do you wanna know everywhere we’re goin’ or do you want it to be a surprise?” he asked you, turning his body so his face was up and the back of his head was on your lap instead of the side. The two of you were on the couch, watching a little Christmas movie after dinner. 

You hummed, pausing playing with his hair for a second to think. Jack made a little sound of displeasure, but you ignored him for the moment. You liked surprises, something Jack knew, but you also liked being prepared, something Jack also knew, which was why it was so sweet that he was asking. You decided on a compromise, “Tell me the plan of what we’re doing, but don’t tell me the names of the places we’re going.” 

“Very clever, darlin’, always my smart girl, huh?” he told you and your cheeks flushed with warmth at the praise. Then he reached up and touched your wrist to prompt you to start playing with his hair again. You rolled your eyes fondly but did, knowing he wouldn’t tell you if you didn’t. “First, we’ll take the train to the city in the mornin’ and check in to our fancy hotel—”

“Hotel? Jack, it’s a forty-five minute train ride,” you reminded, thinking a hotel seemed a bit unnecessary.  

“We’re treatin’ ourselves, honey, there is no such thing as ‘too much’,” he said, going as far as to add air quotes. You gestured for him to continue, knowing you couldn’t change his mind. “So we’ll drop our stuff off there and then do some little shoppin’ around, ‘cause you know I still have to get my mama’s present.” 

You nodded, knowing he liked to spoil all of the women in his life. 

“And then, we’ll go back to the hotel with enough time to change and test out the bed to make sure it’s to our likin’ before dinner. If we don’t do that when we first get there, that is,” he told you with a proud little smirk because he knew the two of you would probably end up “testing the bed,” both times, if not more. 

Clearing your throat, you tried not to show how flustered he made you, even nearly a year into your relationship, wanting him to just continue telling you the plan instead. 

Luckily, he did keep talking, and you had a second to breathe. “Then, of course, we’ll have dinner and then head to the show! The hotel is only a few blocks away from Radio City so we won’t have to go far in the cold at night.” 

You smiled and hummed, thankful for all of his planning, “That sounds nice.” 

“Mhmm, and then in the mornin’ we’ll have brunch at a fancy restaurant,” he told you happily. 

“Wait, why brunch instead of breakfast?”

It took a second for Jack to reply because he got the shivers when you ran your nails over the nape of his neck, and he moaned a little bit. “Ahem, so w-we can sleep in if we wanna. And just in case the bed needs more testin’.” 

You laughed and tugged on his hair lightly for his pointless innuendo since you both knew you were going to have a bunch of sex. Jack moaned again and you smiled a bit arrogantly, it took so little from you to get him going. 

“Uh oh, baby, did I pull too hard?” you asked him, all innocence. 

Jack blushed a warm raspberry on his cheeks and shook his head silently. 

“What was that?” you wanted to make him work for it, just a bit. 

“N-no, darlin’, not too hard. You co-uld pull harder, if you wanted to,” he told you, a bit breathlessly. 

You tilted your head in consideration, “Maybe I will, baby. But I think what we really need to do is test this couch, I want to make sure it’s to my liking.” 

Even though both you and Jack knew you were mainly speaking nonsense, you were having fun and Jack would agree to whatever you wanted if it meant you’d pull his hair while he fucked you. 

So he sat up quickly, turning around to face you and start helping you to lie down in his stead, “Yes, ma’am.”

🏔🏔🏔

[ilovewhiteroses]

You cast a spell on me – Part 2.

Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Witch Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: mentions of violence; horror and adult themes

Rating: 18+

Notes: - I did some research on The Corinthian’s backstory in the Dreaming, so I could write it as accurate as possible.

One night you receive a text from The Corinthian. You call him up and it turns out that he wants to see you again...

"Ouch" you said as another stabbing pain shot through you. You are a witch, of course, but you are also a woman who has to deal with an unpleasant visitor every month. You hated these days, you always felt like shit: your uterus hurt and you always wanted to cry. To alleviate your condition, you ate lasagna and chocolate in your bed while watching Moonlighting on your TV. You loved old TV shows - like The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, The Nanny, Married with Children - because they reminded you of your childhood.

You have had quite a busy week. You went to a family gathering at your parents' beach house which has a beautiful view to the ocean; you had lunch with your publisher, where you outlined your ideas for your new book and chose the best one together; and you had dinner with one of your best friends, Cole, who worked as a photographer. Your exes introduced you to each other a few years ago and people often see you as a couple. Although you thought he was cute there was never more than friendship between you two. Cole knew almost everything about you, except one thing: who you really were. Only your family knew about it.

And since THAT night, The Corinthian, your one night stand.

You could barely concentrated on your tasks for days afterwards. You kept thinking about the mind-blowing sex; you remembered his soft hair, his kissable lips, the sight of his naked body; you felt his hands and mouth on your erogenous zones... You were so immersed in sex with him that you didn't even think of using protection, even though your previous partners all wore condoms. But you didn't panic, being a modern witch, you had a birth control potion that you made when you were 18 years old and you had to drink it within 72 hours after sex.

When you weren't thinking about his skills in bed, you were thinking about other things. You wondered what he has been doing, where does he live, if he lives anywhere at all. And does he sleep? He said he has tiny teeth where his eyes are, does he eat with them? How many people’s beds he had been in and how many of them did he kill? You felt sorry for his victims, you only hoped that he kills bad people like Dexter Morgan. But of course that's none of your business and you'd better stay out of it.

At this moment, your phone suddenly buzzed. You received a text message that said:

Hey Y/N! What's up? How is work goin'?  🕶️🦷👄🦷

You didn't have to think much, the emojis gave away who the sender of the text was, which honestly surprised you. The morning after your night together, before Corinthian left your home, he asked for your number. At first you thought about a fake phone number, but in the end you gave your own, because you knew he won't call you anyway.

As if he sensed that you were thinking of him. You got so excited that you even forgot about the pain in your lower stomach. Suddenly you didn't know what to do, text him back or call him. In the end, you decided on the second option because you wanted to hear his sexy, deep voice. You pressed the call button.

"Hello there, sexy witch! How you doin'?" Corinthian said into the phone in a seductive voice

Oh my God, his voice was invented for phone sex, you thought.

"Hi! Nothing special, I'm just resting, watching TV." you said in a light voice. "And what about you?"

"I'm relaxing. I thought of you and I thought I'd send you a text. How is writing going?" he asked with interest.

Not only did he texted to you, but he also remembered that you were a writer. Your heart began to melt at the thought.

"Well, I'm about to start writing my new book. Basic Instinct was the inspiration for it, but in my version, the man is a supernatural killer and the female character is the cop."

"I love that movie." Corinthian growled. That didn't surprise you. Paul Verhoeven's 1992 film was a great mix of erotica and thriller.

What you didn't tell him is that he inspired your male character. Of course, not the killer part, but his looks and his huge sex drive.

"That sounds great. I'll read it as soon as it comes out, but first I will sign it with you." he said kindly, You twisted your hair like a teenage girl and promised him that you would sign his copy.

"Look Y/N, I called you not only for that, but to ask...would you like to meet next Saturday? We could go for lunch or a walk." Corinthian asked.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it would jump out of place. Of course you said yes to the invitation. Since he already knew where you live, you arranged for him to pick you up at 1 o’clock and then you wished each other good night.

Is this going to be a date or am I just trying to make myself believe that? you asked yourself. By next Saturday, your period will be over and no matter what, you'll have to wear something hot. You will take your birth control potion in a small bottle with you, because it's obvious that he invited you out with that intention. You couldn't wait for the week to pass...

The long-awaited Saturday has arrived. Not only did you start writing your new book this week, but you also made yourself to be even more desirable. You bought new sexy lingerie, went to a beauty salon for a pampering massage and had French manicure done on your nails.

You wore white shorts, a red halter neck top and black high-heeled sandals for the meeting. You looked at the clock in the living room. It’s going to be 1 in 10 minutes, so you left and waited for Corinthian outside on the sidewalk in front of your house. While you were waiting, you wondered what kind of car he might have. You could imagine an old, classic one for him, you thought that modern cars were not his style.

Your "date" arrived almost on time and you realized with satisfaction that you had guessed his car right: a 1969 Ford Mustang 302 convertible. Corinthian stopped, got out of his car and walked up to you and greeted you with a kiss.

"You look amazing!" he said complimentingly, while his hand carefully slid down your back and then stopped above your butt.

"Thanks, you look good too." you answered politely. He was wearing a grey pullover and grey dress pants. You decided to take a walk on the Venice Beach Boardwalk and then go for lunch there.

The Venice Beach Boardwalk was almost always full. No wonder, the ocean, the colorful shops, street artists and performers really attracted tourists, you and Corinthian looked at them with interest, while you told him about yourself, your previous works and being a witch. You told that your mom has two sisters and all three of them are witches who married mortal men and they only had one child each and you and your two cousins ​​are close. You also revealed that when you were young you hated being a witch, because you were different from other girls and you felt your abilities were an”unnecessary bad”. But later, as you grew up, you made peace with yourself and accepted who you are. Your mother always taught you to use your abilities responsibly, which you promised, although sometimes you used your magic in certain situations. For example, you charmed the policeman so you didn't have to pay the speeding fine or the bouncer to let you and your friends in to the club without standing in line. It seemed to you that Corinthian was really interested in your stories, and he also told you some in return. Among other things, he told that he visited the Playboy mansion once, where he participated in a foursome with another man and two women.

While you were walking in a good mood, you noticed that almost all people were staring at Corinthian, practically undressing him with their eyes. It's true that he's an extremely attractive guy, but you felt the watching eyes a little oppressive. He didn’t seem to care about them, he was listening to you the whole time like a real gentleman. After a while, you entered a nice restaurant. You ordered chicken salad, Corinthian ordered steak, and you both had chocolate mousse for dessert. He revealed that since he is a nightmare, he doesn't feel hunger, but sometimes, when the situation calls for it, he eats human food.

After lunch, you headed to Corinthian 's home in Hollywood Hills. You felt so good: the sun was shining and you were sitting in a hot guy's car. You watched him drive, you liked the sporty way he took the turns. He is crazy sexy even while driving, you thought to yourself and your imagination started to run wild... you have never done this in a convertible before, but you were trying it out to see if he would take the hint. You bit your lip, placed your hand on his inner thigh, carefully started to caress it as Corinthian raised an eyebrow.

"What's on your mind baby?" he asked, judging by his voice he seemed to be in it.

"I think you know." you replied with a big grin and he started unbuckling his belt with one hand, unbuttoning his pants and zipping them down, then taking out his cock. You groaned at the sight. You grabbed his cock and slowly moved your hand up and down it. Corinthian whimpered and you took that as encouragement. You unbuckled your seat belt and leaned into his lap. He put his right hand up on the steering wheel so you could get better access to him. You took his cock and licked it all the way from the base to the tip, then slowly started to lick there with your tongue.

"Oh baby" Corinthian sighed.

The praise fired you up. You continued like this for a while, then you carefully took him in your mouth and started sucking, moving your head up and down. You tested Corinthian to see how long he could drive like this, and although it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to concentrate, he tried to keep the vehicle under control.

"My God, it's so good..." He moaned louder and louder, and you sucked faster and faster. You were so turned on that you wanted to climb on top of him and fuck his brains out. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Baby, I have to stop or we're going to crash."

He stopped the car by the side of the road. He let go of the steering wheel, he put one hand on your head and started moving it carefully, he wanted you to take him as deep as possible in your mouth. You sucked him rhythmically and hard, his erotic moans were music to your ears.

"So good...I'm going to cum soon." he warned and soon after, it happened. You felt the hot liquid on your tongue and throat and swallowed every last drop. You licked his cock clean, sat back in your seat and wiped your lower lip with the tip of your ring finger. Corinthian 's head was still tilted back and he was gasping for air. You loved having such an effect on him. The hot, confident nightmare has completely surrendered to you. You yourself got so excited that your new underwear was almost completely soaked, but you didn't mind.

"You can take this as foreplay." you said sexily and Corinthian smiled. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just...give me a few minutes...to get myself together..." Corinthian panted. After he calmed down a bit, he put his dick away and started the car engine, you continued the ride to his house. Not long after, you reached a large white gate and got out of the car. Behind the gate was a beautiful, modern house and a nice yard. Entering the house, you found yourself in the lobby, where you took off your sandals. The living room was a little further in, and to the left was the spacious kitchen and dining room. It occurred to you that the style of the house and the furnishings were similar to yours. Corinthian said there is a gym downstairs and the bedroom and bathroom are upstairs. Moving on, he led you outside to where there was an infinity pool and a jacuzzi, and a balcony where you could see all of Los Angeles.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"Your home is beautiful." you replied as you took in the view from the balcony. But you didn't ask him where he got the house from, because who knows...

Corinthian walked over to you and hugged you from behind, then whispered in your ear.

"Are you in having a bath with me?" then he kissed your cheek. Your pulse skyrocketed. "Of course!"

You went upstairs to the bedroom, and from there to the right to the bathroom, where a huge corner tub faced you. Corinthian opened the tap for the warm water and poured some scented bath salt into it.

"Take your clothes off, I'll be here in a minute." and with that he disappeared, and you did as he asked. You put your clothes on a chair and sat in the foamy water. He returned with a bottle of champagne and two champagne glasses, then he quickly removed his clothes as well. You thought he would take off his sunglasses and you would see his teeth eyes, but that was not the case. You couldn't believe it. He doesn't even take them off when showering?

"Champagne? Are we celebrating?" you asked surprised.

"Yes. You." Corinthian said, sitting in the tub next to you.

"Was the blowjob that good?" you said laughing.

"Well, yes, but that's not why I brought it. We're celebrating your new book contract."

"Aww, this is so sweet of you!" you said almost touched. His attentiveness completely swept you off your feet. He poured champagne into both glasses and handed one to you.

"Let's drink to your future next bestseller and sweet royalties." Corinthian said with a smile and you toasted and drank. After drinking, you leaned back in the tub, caressed his chest with your foot. You felt at home, and he liked that too.

"Let’s hope so! I'd like to ask you something, but you don't have to answer if you don't want to. I've been curious since our first meeting: could you tell me a little more about yourself, where did you come from?" you asked, a little scared.

"Well, I'll tell you this once. Sandman, or as he is called in the Dreaming, Lord Morpheus made me out of sand and I am over 2,000 years old. A long time ago I have been to the Waking World once, in France, where I first ate the eye of a dissected monkey with my teeth eyes and that ignited something in me." he said darkly.

Your guess about his teeth eyes were confirmed. So he really did eat with them, just eyeballs.

"Although from the beginning I was interested in the world of humans, I tried to be the best nightmare, black mirror of humanity. I always fulfilled my task, I expected recognition, but Morpheus never praised me, and then I had enough. Finally, in the early 1900s, I left the Dreaming once and for all."

"And what did Morpheus say about that?" you asked

"He supposedly started looking for me, but then he disappeared and no one knows where he went." he replied, looking deep into your eyes and drinking from the champagne. You were glad that he was honest with you, but at the same time, you had the feeling that he might have something to do with Morpheus' disappearance, but you thought it better not to push the topic any further, so as not to ruin the mood. Instead, you put your glass on the edge of the tub, climbed into his lap and kissed him. Corinthian deepened the kiss and put down his own glass. He took the champagne bottle in his hand and poured its contents on your chest, then slowly and sensually licked it off your breasts. The movement turned you on.

”That's a waste of good champagne." you said half laughing half moaning.

"Don't worry about it, it tastes better on you." said Corinthian, kissing your neck, while pushing two fingers into you and slowly pulling them in and out. You clung to his muscular arms and enjoyed the feeling.

"Let's go to bed." he said in a sexy, raspy voice and you got out of the tub. You dried yourself and headed to the bedroom. You went in front of Corinthian and he looked at your round ass and was completely turned on. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him.

"I changed my mind, I want to fuck you here at the window while standing!" he said and he carefully pushed you towards the big glass window.

"But I'm shorter than you. Wait, I have an idea!" you teleported the sandals you left in the hall into the room and put them on. Corinthian found the thought of you wearing them while he fucked you insanely sexy. You turned towards the window, he stood behind you and started stroking himself. You put your forehead on the glass, and pushed your bottom towards him. He grabbed your hip with one hand, and with the other he put his hard cock in your pussy with a slow, firm movement. You two started to move, his hands sliding from your hips to your breasts. You looked out the window. It was getting dark outside and the city was bathed in lights. It was magical and exciting to know that only a glass separated you from the world while he was fucking you. Corinthian playfully slapped your ass and you moaned. It's like he read your mind.

"Do you like that?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"Oh yes!" you answered heatedly. You didn't really have any kinks but you did like it when a man slapped you on your butt or when you were tied up. There were a few other things and places on your imaginary sex list that you wanted to try and secretly hoped that you can do them with Corinthian.

You leaned back against his sweaty chest, he pushed your hair aside and kissed your neck. You turned your head and kissed him passionately. You moved more and more wildly and your bodies fit together so perfectly as if you had always belonged together. Corinthian reached down to your clit and stimulated it, you reached back and grabbed his neck, you couldn't hold it much longer. Soon you both came with a difference of a few seconds and your legs were so weak from the orgasm that you collapsed on the bed. After your souls returned, he spoke first.

"Y/N, would you like to stay here for the night? We can order pizza and watch a movie. Or we can do something else…" he flashed his teeth with a wide smile.

"Of course!" you answered excitedly, then planted a kiss on his lips. You took a quick shower, you put on one of Corinthian 's shirts, he put on black sweatpants and while you waited for the pizza to arrive, you selected a movie. Which didn't matter, since you knew you weren't going to watch it for long anyway...

Tags: @thecorilove86​

[calmbluebellsstarm]

A witch’s Slumber

The lost boys x OC

Another night on the boardwalk with the same goers and smell of ocean waters as tourist scream on the ride. Marko had grown restless as every night activities were growing dull, you’d think with all the powers of a vampire, immortality wouldn’t get boring but does after a while.

“Marko!”

Snapped out of his thought and chewing his nails he looks at his fellow vampire brothers approaching after been sent to find new prey.

“Any caught your eye?” asked by Dwayne.

It was Marko’s turn to pick out a poor soul to be dinner but had grown impatient. Marko letting out a sigh of frustration answered their question. David had known something had been picking at the short blonde's mind finally asked.

“What’s goin on with you? Just pick n go bud.”

Marko let’s out a groan.

“But I’m bored! I wanna do someth-“ The curly blonde had a sudden idea, knowing it was going to be met with a denied response wanted an answer anyways.

“Let’s go into Max’s store! I wanna push the old man’s buttons.”

“Because he’d kill us buddy you know that besides we’ve done better stuff to piss people off let alone Max” Paul says while slinging his arm over his shoulder.

Marko taking this chance to challenge his brothers, with a mischievous grin on his face looked at them with full confidence ready to test their buttons just to do something out of routines.

“If you’re too chicken shit just say so, besides your right Max’s store is kinda lame.”

David now curious look at him cigarette in hand with a short attempt of lighting it, neglected by the challenge out of curiosity. Stepping forward towards Marko slightly annoyed at his antics. Paul slightly offended at his brother’s behavior and Dwayne indifferent at the situation unfolding.

“And what were you thinking then? You were just suggesting max’s store so what then?”

“His house.”

The boys had never really gone into their leaders house out of fear of repercussions so the surprise of their smaller member wanting to enter it while Max’s away was out of the blue even for his chaotic nature. David hiss a bit in response at his request.

“You know better than that, if your board go slaughter that dipshit from the carnival rides”

Marko thought for a minute of wether to risk angering his platonic blond friend or their leader, than again he was never one to second guess his life choice. If he was going to he’d have a head start, taking Paul’s arm off him and start walking towards the boardwalk exit he spoke.

“You sound like Max right now.” With that he bolted to the exit to his bike laughing.

Paul looking at David shocked and Dwayne sighing knowing he won’t hear the end of it as David crushed his cigarette and ran after Marko, the last two giving chase. Processing in a speedy chase towards the home of the one person they try not to defy. Marko was excited he got the response he wanted, they never been in max’s home before just occasionally meeting outside of it for any orders or scoldings for their misdeeds that could’ve endangered them or more importantly Max. David would be damned to ever be compared to the old bastard he isn’t about to start now.

Pulling up to the well kept dark house Marko the first to jump off his bike only to be grabbed by the back of his jacket by David.

“David come on we didn’t just come here to stare at it! Max is at the video store and his dog is probably asleep, I wanna go inside.”

Curious their leader stops and look at the house always wondering but always assuming it’s a basic house for a middle aged man nothing more but gave in to his wonder.

“Fine, but you’ll be the first I throw at Max if he finds out. Dwayne pick the back door.”

A few minutes of key picking and they were in, looking around seeing the cozy home meant for a single person with very few photos of landscapes, avoiding touching anything as commanded by David. A few minutes go by before Paul stopped and shushed everyone.

“Ya hear that?” A faint heart beat and strange beeping.

Vampire aren’t just dead inside as a joke, they’ve know to have no heart beat nor Max for that matter so the fact that they hear a human heart is strange. The heart beat the barely heard by the 4 blood suckers coming upstairs as if they’re asleep. Who’s in their sire's home? Slowly walking up the steps David, Dwayne first, marko right behind them and Paul last as they try to hear what room the heart beat was coming from. Paul had spotting what he was summing to be Max’s room as he leaves his brother who were now trying to pick another door lock. The rooms was barren aside from dressers, a bed, photos and closet. The photos looked different they looked older and worn down compared to the ones downstairs, max had been alive for some time now, the boys not really sure for how long, so these aren’t surprising until one caught his eye.

“Got it.” Dwayne slowly opening the door as it lets out and unnerving creak.

There hiding in the room,dressers and side tables covered in vases of different flowers as a glass coffin sat middle slanted up against the room wall,next to it the source of the beeping a heart monitor with a steady heart rate.

“What the fuck?” David took the first step in looking around and approaching the coffin. There lying inside a young adult girl sleeping soundly, adorning a white knee length dress with lace trim and loose shoulder sleaves going along with her wavy brown hair with warm skin.

“Hey did max adopt a kid that died or some…thing…?” Paul stopped at the room door seeing the scene inside with a photo in hand. A youthful looking Max on one knee smiling next to a disheveled dirty child with and emptiness to her eyes.

“What is…going on?Marko did you know this was here?” All three looking at him for an answer but the curly blonde looked just as confused and stunned as them. Why would max have a human girl in his home?

“No man I was just fuckin around. Let’s blow this place.” Dwayne however was still curious and asked Paul for the photo and held it by the girl.

Turning the photo over the date showing the taken date only for the last two number to been scratched off leaving a 18—.

“It’s her. She’s the girl in the photo.” David scoffs “How’s Max been keeping the chick alive then? Cause that monitor says she’s got a pulse while we don’t let alone Max.”

Mist the confusion david scolding Marko for leading them there and paul for going into Max’s room Dwayne stared longingly at those sleeping woman slowly putting his hand on the cold glass. Suddenly the heart monitors beeping increased showed on screen startling all four vampires, signaling to then it was time to leave. As they ran out of the room Marko stopped to close and lock the door to avoid Max’s suspicions only to witness the mystery girls right fingertips move slightly, slamming the door running out of the house after his brother and ride back to their hotel cave, not wanting to speak about what they found in their sire’s home.

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part v

Stepdad!Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: spit, semi-public sex, alcohol, oral (f+m receiving), male masturbation, female masturbation, daddy kink, breeding kink, squirting, hair pulling, cum eating

5.6k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

“Can’t I just stay the night?” Atsumu groaned as he got dressed.

“We’re going out tonight,” Osamu said, throwing Atsumu’s shirt at him.

You rolled over in the bed, pulling the blanket over your nude form. You propped yourself up on your elbow, appreciating Osamu’s strong body as he pulled his boxers up.

“Good morning, baby,” Osamu said, smiling as he leaned down to peck your lips.

“Mmm, morning,” you hummed. “What time is it?”

“Five in the afternoon,” he said. “You only slept for a few hours.”

You nodded, stretching out and yawning. “I’m going to shower,” you mumbled, sitting up.

You looked at Atsumu, who was still standing in your room.

“What?” He asked, finally noticing you staring at him.

“Get out,” you said, gesturing towards the door.

“Like I wasn’t just balls deep in yer pussy,” he grumbled, crossing his arms and walking out.

“Like you didn’t nearly cum in your pants while I choked you!” You called after him. You smiled as you heard him grumbling from the hallway.

“Ya okay?” Osamu asked.

You shrugged as you stood up on wobbly legs. “A little sore.”

You took a step towards your bathroom and your knees buckled. Thankfully, Osamu managed to grab your waist before you could fall.

“Let me help ya,” he said, holding you steady as you shakily walked to the bathroom. He sat you on the edge of the tub as he started the shower.

“I’ve got it from here,” you said. Your legs shook as you stood up but they stayed under you.

“Call if ya need me,” Osamu said, helping you into the shower.

You showered quickly. You brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before joining the twins in the living room.

“You never said where we were going tonight,” you said, curling up by Osamu on the couch. “How should I dress?”

“Casual,” he said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. “What you’re wearing now is fine.”

You glanced down at the sundress you were wearing. It was longer than your other one, so it already had Osamu’s stamp of approval.

You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.

“We’re getting dinner? Great, where are we going?” Atsumu asked, plopping down next to you.

“We’re getting dinner and yer goin’ home,” Osamu said.

“Worth a try,” Atsumu said, shrugging. “Kiss goodbye?”

“I’m gonna kick yer ass,” Osamu said. Atsumu stood with a smirk.

“Not even a lil one?” Atsumu said. You smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t forget to cover that bruise on your throat,” you said, sitting back down. Atsumu whipped out his phone, swearing loudly when he saw the hand-shaped bruise across his neck.

“Damn it, what am I supposed to tell the boys?” Atsumu asked.

You shrugged as you cuddled into Osamu’s side.

“That you like getting choked by cute girls?” You suggested. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Atsumu groaned out a goodbye as he left.

Osamu pulled you into his lap and peppered kisses on your face as you giggled.

“Not that I don’t like it, but what was that for?” You asked, smiling after he kissed your lips.

“What, I can’t kiss my girlfriend?” Osamu asked, kissing your nose again. “Just wanna remind ya who ya belong to.”

“Never forgot,” you said, pecking his lips. “Need I remind you whose name I was moaning the whole time?”

You cupped his face and peppered him with kisses. “I love you, Miya Osamu.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said, kissing your lips one more time. “Let me go get dressed and we can go eat.”

“I guess I can let you go,” you said, moving off his lap. You laid on the couch, watching him walk down the hallway.

You checked your phone, responding to a few messages from your school friends and checking your socials. As expected, your mom’s ‘it’s complicated’ status had garnered a lot of attention. Comments ranging from ‘oh, i’m sorry sweetie’ to ‘i never liked him anyway’ to, to your joy, ‘he was too young for you anyway, don’t you have a daughter his age?’.

You cackled as you scrolled through the comments. Your mom had even responded to some, stating ‘he knows what he did’. You rolled your eyes and closed your facebook.

“Ready?” Osamu asked, stepping in front of you.

“When you are,” you said.

The restaurant was small and cozy, with the scent of fresh bread filling the air. You smiled as Osamu led you to a table in a secluded corner, pulling out your seat for you before sitting across from you.

“Everything here is fantastic,” Osamu said as you read over the menu. “My friend from uni runs this place, he’s almost a better chef than I am.”

“Almost?” You questioned. “So humble, Osamu.”

“Miya-kun!” A man exclaimed, rushing towards your table.

“Takahashi-kun,” Osamu greeted, smiling at the man.

“It’s been a while!” Takahashi said. “This the wife?”

You winced.

“Ah, not yet,” Osamu said. “I’m actually in the process of getting a divorce. This is my girlfriend, L/n Y/n.”

You smiled widely. “Hi, nice to meet you,” you said.

“Nice to meet you! It’s nice that you managed to get Miya to drag you out here, he rarely makes time to come visit his old friends,” Takahashi said. “I think I met the wife once? Maybe twice.”

“I have my own restaurant to run,” Osamu said. Takahashi rolled his eyes. “You can also visit me.”

“I have my own restaurant to run,” Takahashi said with a small laugh. “Speaking of, what can I start you off with?”

Your food came out quickly. Takahashi made polite conversation before leaving you two by yourselves.

“So, tell me about your childhood,” you said. “I feel like we only ever talk about me.”

“What do ya wanna know?” Osamu asked, taking a bite of his rice.

“What are your parents like?” You asked.

“My ma raised us alone,” Osamu said. He smiled before continuing. “Our dad wasn’t that great, he left when we were still babies.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said.

Osamu shrugged. “He wasn’t a great guy, anyway. Leaving was probably the best thing he ever did for us. He used to abuse my ma. He tried to come back when Tsumu and I were in high school, but we ran him off.”

“Ran him off?” You asked.

“He got a lil too hands-on with ma, and Tsumu and I kicked his ass out the door and told him not to come back,” Osamu said. “And that was the last time we saw him.”

You hummed. “Good for you, then.”

“But yeah, ma raised us by herself, never remarried or anything. She worked two jobs just to support us and put us through volleyball,” Osamu said. “But she never missed a game.”

“She sounds great,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“She is,” Osamu said, smiling fondly. “I can’t wait for ya to meet her.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you said, smiling. “Tell me something else, I want to know everything.”

Osamu smiled at you before reaching across the table and grabbing your free hand.

“Tsumu and I have always been really competitive,” Osamu started. You smiled at him as he spoke.

“I really enjoyed the food,” you told Takahashi as he cleared off your table. “And thank you for the dessert, it was amazing.

“Anything for a friend!” Takahashi exclaimed, stacking the two empty plates in his hands. “And don’t worry about the bill, consider it on the house.”

“I owe you one,” Osamu said.

“I’ll take salted salmon onigiri and your miso soup any day of the week,” Takahashi said, smiling widely. “It was nice meeting you, and Miya-kun, it was nice seeing you again. Don’t be a stranger!”

“I’ll try to come by more often,” Osamu said. You both stood after Takahashi disappeared into the kitchen. Osamu grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the restaurant.

“That was nice,” you said, swinging yours and Osamu’s arms.

“It was,” Osamu agreed. “What do ya want to do now?”

“I don’t know, do you have anything in mind?” You asked.

“There’s a club I like that’s not too far from here,” Osamu said.

“That sounds fun,” you said, smiling. “You’re buying the first round of drinks.”

“Deal,” Osamu said. He stopped abruptly, tugging you into his chest and leaning down. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips.

“You keep saying that like the world’ll end if you don’t,” you teased, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again.

“Jus’ don’t want ya to forget,” Osamu mumbled. “Gotta remind ya.”

“I think it’s sweet,” you said. You intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand up to your lips. “I love you, too.”

You smiled as Osamu handed you a glass.

“One vodka cran for my princess,” he said, sliding into the booth next to you.

“Thank you,” you said. You took a sip of your drink and made a face. “A little light on the cran.”

“Lightweight,” Osamu teased. He tossed back his glass of whiskey and shivered. “Ugh.”

“Lightweight,” you mocked, elbowing his side. You downed your drink. “Dance with me?”

“Of course, anything my princess wants,” Osamu said. He pulled you out of the booth and onto the dance floor.

Osamu’s hands rested on your hips as you ground against him. It wasn’t long before Osamu was turning you around, pulling you against his body as his hips moved to the beat. Your bodies moved together, grinding and bumping against each other as the two of you felt the rhythm.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to face you.

“Ya look like a goddess,” Osamu breathed in your ear. “Every guy in this club has his eyes on ya.”

You let out a shaky moan as Osamu’s hips dragged against yours.

“Come on,” Osamu mumbled, pulling you through the dancing bodies.

Osamu led you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. He sat you on the edge of the sink, lips slotting against yours sloppily.

“Samu,” you said, running your hands up his shirt as he pushed your dress up around your waist. “Wanna feel you.”

“Later, princess,” he said, pushing his jeans down just enough to release his cock. “Gotta be in ya.”

He tugged your panties to the side and pressed the head of his cock flush against your entrance.

“I love ya,” he said, pecking your lips before pushing into you. You let out a high moan as he stretched you.

“Gen-gentle,” you stuttered. “Still sore from earlier.”

“Oh, princess, I got ya,” Osamu said, tip kissing your cervix. He held you tightly against him as he slowly thrusted into you. You moaned softly as you rested your head against his chest.

“Love ya so much, jus’ wanna fill ya with my babies,” Osamu said. You moaned, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper.

“Love you,” you moaned, kissing his neck. Osamu reached between you and rubbed your clit slowly, in time with his thrusts.

“Not gonna last,” he groaned. The fingers on your clit sped up. “Cream around my cock, princess.”

Your hands clenched in Osamu’s shirt as your stomach tightens. Your thighs trembled as you moaned in his ear.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu groaned. His cock twitched as your walls clamped around him. You came with a soft moan, burying your face in his neck as Osamu filled you with cum.

“Samu,” you whined as he pulled out. A mix of yours and his cum slowly leaked out of your stretched hole.

“Hold on,” Osamu said, kneeling in front of you. He tossed your legs over his shoulders and licked a bold stripe up your cum coated folds.

“Osamu!” You exclaimed, legs twitching as his tongue licked deep into your hole. You moaned as he ate you out like a man starved, slurping up cum and spreading your pussy lips with his fingers to lick deeper.

“Taste so good with my cum leakin’ outta ya,” Osamu moaned. He stood up and kissed you, pushing cum into your waiting mouth. You moaned and swallowed instinctively.

You hummed and kissed him again. “Mmm, thank you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Come on, I’m about ready to get ya outta that dress,” Osamu said, lifting you off the sink. Your legs shook as you stood up, and Osamu wrapped his arm around you to keep you steady.

“Let’s go home,” you said, smiling at him.

“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in your bed. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back down against his chest.

“We’re supposed to meet the boys in an hour,” you said, struggling to escape Osamu’s iron grip around you. “I need to shower and get my stuff together.”

“Can’t we just cancel?” Osamu asked, holding you tighter. “Just, I wanna spend the day with ya. We can do whatever ya want.”

“Baby, we still have three free days before my mom gets back,” you said. “Let’s just go play this game and then we can come back home and spend the rest of the day in bed.”

Osamu pouted but let you go.

“Thank you,” you said, crawling over him. You pecked his lips before you rolled out of bed. “Come shower with me?”

Osamu was up immediately, following you to your bathroom.

Your shower lasted longer than it should’ve, thanks to Osamu. As soon as the water hit your body, his lips were glued to your skin, his hands on your waist. Before you knew it, you were pressed against the cool, shower wall as he fucked you from behind.

“We’re gonna be late,” you complained as you got dressed.

“Didn’t hear ya complainin’ when ya were cummin’ ‘round my cock, princess,” Osamu said, kissing your head.

You swatted him away, glaring at him.

“You’re insatiable,” you grumbled, tossing a pair of black spandex shorts in your gym bag.

“I’ll show ya insatiable,” he said, hugging you from behind. His hand slipped down the front of your skirt, teasing the edge of your panties as he sucked on your neck.

“Samu, no,” you said, making no move to push him off. You bucked against his hand as his fingers circled your clit.

“Come on, baby,” Osamu mumbled, lips pressed against your skin. “Let me make ya cum one more time.”

You huffed. “Five minutes, then we’re leaving.”

“More than enough.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto exclaimed, hugging you tightly as you walked onto the court.

“Bokkun!” You exclaimed, smiling widely as he spun you around.

“Y/n-chan!” Hinata exclaimed, hugging you as soon as Bokuto sat you down.

“My favourite niece!” Atsumu shouted, running across the court to greet you. Sakusa followed after him, offering you a casual nod as Atsumu hugged you.

“I might as well not even be here,” Osamu said, crossing his arms.

“Osamu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed, throwing himself at the man. Osamu immediately caught him, and tossed him back on his feet.

“Just a hello would’ve been fine,” Osamu said.

You giggled as he walked over to you, gluing himself to your side.

“Let us go change and we can get started,” you said.

“Locker rooms are that way,” Sakusa said, pointing towards the end of the gym. “Hope you don’t mind using the men’s, the women’s is locked up today.”

“It’s fine,” you said, shrugging. You followed Osamu into the locker rooms and changed quickly.

“Hey,” Osamu called before you could walk out. You turned towards him. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips before following you out of the locker rooms.

“Okay, let’s play!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together.

Hinata whooped loudly as he jogged towards you.

“We’re gonna crush them!” He exclaimed. Bokuto high fived you both as Osamu joined Atsumu and Sakusa.

“Let’s warm up first,” you said, smiling.

You stretched out, rolling your shoulders before getting into position. You set a few balls for both boys before Sakusa called for the game to start.

The game lasted five sets, your team winning three of them. After Hinata scored the last point, Bokuto pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you around.

“Aha! Suck it!” You shouted once Bokuto put you down. Atsumu flipped you off, smiling regardless.

“We let you win,” Osamu said, ducking under the net. You rolled your eyes as he pulled you into a hug.

“Oh, sure,” you said.

“No hugging the enemy!” Atsumu exclaimed. Sakusa slapped him on the back of the head before hugging you quickly.

“You’re good, probably better than Atsumu,” Sakusa said. You smiled widely.

“Thanks,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist. Bokuto and Hinata both gave you a look.

“I have something to tell ya,” Osamu said. You cocked an eyebrow as you looked up at him. “M/n and I are getting a divorce.”

“Finally,” Bokuto groaned. “I couldn’t take her hitting on me every time we saw each other.”

“So, you’re with her daughter now?” Sakusa asked. Your face heated up as Osamu nodded.

“And this isn’t just you trying to get back at her for trying to sleep with us?” Sakusa asked.

“No, I love Y/n,” Osamu said, glancing down at you with a smile.

“And I love you,” you said.

“As sweet as that is, isn’t it a little fast?” Sakusa asked.

“Probably,” you said. “But who cares? My mom’ll probably be remarried by the end of the year.”

“We know the relationship is a little taboo,” Osamu said, “but we just can’t help it.”

“Pay up,” Hinata said, grinning widely as he held his hand out to Bokuto.

“Fuck you,” Bokuto grumbled, handing a bill over to Hinata.

“What exactly did you two bet on?” You asked.

“When you two would get together,” Hinata said. “Bokuto-kun bet it would be the next time you visited.”

“Should’ve known Osamu-kun would move fast,” Bokuto said, hair drooping.

“Atsumu obviously already knew,” Sakusa said. Atsumu smiled widely.

“It’s a twin thing,” he said.

“Shut up, you literally caught us,” you said, shoving the blond twin.

“But it was my twin senses which led me to catching you,” Atsumu said. You rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, lunch?” You asked.

“Baby, you promised,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in bed.

“Promised what?” You asked, stretching your arms out.

“We could spend one of our days in bed,” Osamu said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back down.

“One, I never promised that,” you said. “And two, I need to pee. Then I’ll come right back to bed.”

“Fine,” Osamu said, pouting. He released you from his hold. You hopped up and walked to the bathroom. You showered quickly and brushed your teeth before redressing in your pajamas (Osamu’s t-shirt and a pair of his boxers).

“Ya take too long,” Osamu grumbled as you crawled back into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

“I took ten minutes to shower and wash off, sue me,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Osamu rolled over, pulling you on top of him. “Why wash off when I’m about to make ya dirty again?”

You laughed. “That was so bad, Samu.”

Osamu pushed your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and teasing your nipples with his fingers.

“Samu,” you moaned, running your hands over his broad chest. “Let me.”

Osamu pulled his hands away from your skin as you leaned down. Your plush lips wrapped around his left nipple, your tongue teasing the cool, metal barbell as you pinched his other nipple with your fingers.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed, lowly. His back arched as your free hand drifted to his half hard dick. You palmed him through his boxers, heart racing as you felt him harden beneath your touch.

You pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting you to Osamu. You pinched his swollen, spit-covered nipple, drawing out a high pitched moan from him as you switched to the other.

“Baby,” Osamu breathed, tugging your hair as you suckled his nipple. You hummed in response. “Feels good.”

You smiled against his skin as you continued to palm him. You pushed his boxers down, freeing his cock. You pulled away, straddling him.

“Wanna watch you,” you said, running your hands over his soft stomach.

“Watch me what, baby?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips.

“Wanna watch you get off,” you said. “Please, Samu, I wanna watch you touch yourself.”

“Why would I do that when yer right here?” He asked, moving your hips so you ground against his cock.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, I wanna know what you look like when you’re getting yourself off. Please, daddy, for me.”

Osamu sighed. “Fine, just for ya, princess.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you said, leaning down and kissing him. You moved off of him, watching as he kicked his boxers off.

Osamu wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and let out a shaky breath. He pumped himself once, twice before letting his free hand drift to his puffy nipples.

“Y/n,” he moaned, softly as you leaned back, pushing your hand under the waistband of Osamu’s boxers you were wearing.

“I’m right here, baby,” you said, reaching out with your free hand to touch his shoulder. He relaxed at your touch and pumped his length slowly.

“Doesn’t feel like ya,” Osamu whined as he thumbed his slit. You pressed two fingers against your clit as he gathered precum on his thumb.

“Let me taste,” you said, grabbing his arm. He lifted his hand to your face, letting you suck his thumb into your mouth, licking the precum away.

“Just want ya to touch me,” Osamu said as you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb.

“After you get yourself off,” you said, rubbing your clit in slow circles. Osamu whined as you let out a soft moan.

“Samu,” you moaned, rubbing your clit. “Let me see you.”

Osamu gripped his cock once again. Precum leaked down the side as he slowly pumped himself.

“Baby, take ‘em off,” he said, tugging at the boxers you were wearing. You pushed them down and spread your legs as Osamu watched you dip your fingers into your wet heat.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pinching his nipple and pumping his length faster. His thumb teased the metal barbell as he moaned.

“Samu,” you said, holding your wet fingers up to his face. He groaned at the scent and sucked your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he gently squeezed his balls.

“Please, please, I want you to touch me,” he moaned as you pulled your fingers away. You pushed his hands away and straddled him. His cock slotted neatly in your wet folds as you ground against him. You moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit.

“So fuckin’ wet,” Osamu groaned, intertwining your fingers with his. “Just for me, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Just for you,” you moaned, rolling your hips furiously.

“Let me fuck ya,” he said. “Need to be in yer sweet cunt.”

You shook your head. “Sore from yesterday.”

Osamu’s head fell back with a groan. “And with any luck ya will be sore the rest of yer life.”

“Just- just cockwarming,” you said. Osamu nodded and carefully slid the tip into your wet heat.

“Son ofa bitch,” Osamu swore as your gummy walls clenched around him. He slowly bottomed out as you moaned in his ear.

“Oh,” you moaned as his fat cock stretched and molded your cunt. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your forehead against his. “Feels so good.”

“Takin’ my cock so well,” Osamu breathed. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned back against the headboard, holding you closely. “Good girl.”

Your walls tightened at his praise. You sighed as you rested against Osamu’s chest.

“I want this forever,” you mumbled.

“My cock?”

“You, dummy,” you said, smiling as you looked up at him. “I want you forever.”

“Ya can’t say shit like that,” Osamu said, rolling his hips. “Makes me wanna flip ya over and put yer ankles over my shoulders.”

“Do it,” you challenged. Osamu groaned as he flipped you over.

“Yer askin’ for it, lil girl,” he said, pushing your knees up to your chest. You moaned as he pulled out, only to snap his hips against your ass.

“Samu!” You exclaimed as he split you open over his cock.

“I love ya, baby,” he grunted, grabbing your ankles. You cried out as he spread your legs out. You fisted the sheets beneath you as he pounded into you.

“L-Love you,” you stuttered. His cock hit every spot in you, without trying. The cool metal that teased your walls only added to the stimulation.

“Want ya to squirt all over my cock, baby,” he said, putting one of your legs over his shoulder as he reached down to slap your clit. You squealed as he slapped it again before rubbing two fingers over it.

“S-Samu!” You cried as he pulled out. He grabbed your ankles with one hand and pushed them up, folding you in half.

“Such a cute, lil pussy,” he cooed, rubbing his fingers down your slit. Your walls fluttered around nothing. “She’s just cryin’ fer me.”

“Samu, please,” you cried. Osamu leaned down and spat directly in your hole before shoving three fingers in you.

“Clenchin’ ‘round my fingers like a whore,” he said. “Ya want my cock, baby?”

“Please, please!” You moaned loudly. “Samu, please, I want your cock in me!”

“Oh?” He asked, pressing the head of his cock against your clenching hole. He ran the head through your folds, pausing to tease your swollen clit and fluttering hole.

“Daddy!” You cried. “Daddy, I want it!”

Osamu pushed forward, shoving his cock in your tight core. You moaned as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

“Does my baby feel better with daddy’s cock in her?” Osamu cooed, dropping your legs on his shoulders.

You nodded. “Love daddy’s cock in me,” you moaned.

“I know, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya were made to take my cock. Isn’t that right, princess? Yer just a sweet, lil cocksleeve, meant to take daddy’s cock whenever he wants.”

“‘m jus’ daddy’s cocksleeve,” you moaned. “I was made to take daddy’s cock.”

“Good girl,” Osamu praised, slowly thrusting into you. “Yer gonna be my lil housewife, pregnant with my babies.”

You moaned, unable to speak as Osamu shoved three of his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered. You hollowed your cheeks, tears running down your cheeks as you gagged on his fingers. “Good girl.”

“Wanna be your good, little, housewife,” you moaned as he pulled his fingers away.

“Aw, baby, ya will be,” he said. He reached down to circle your clit. “Cream around my cock, baby.”

“Daddy,” you whined as your stomach tightened. Osamu thrusted into you harder. You cried out as your walls clamped around him, juices gushing.

“There’s my girl,” Osamu said, continuing to thrust into you. You whimpered as his cock twitched inside you.

“Cum in me, daddy, please,” you begged. “Breed me, breed me, I want you to fill me up!”

“Gonna give ya my babies,” he grunted. Osamu moaned loudly as your walls fluttered around him, finally milking an orgasm from him. His balls tightened as he filled you up. Cum dripped down your skin as he fucked you through his orgasm.

“Too much, too much,” you whined as Osamu rubbed your clit.

“Just one more,” he said. You whined as he pulled out. Quickly, before his cum could leak out, he pushed his fingers in you.

“Samu!” You whimpered as his thumb rubbed over your overly sensitive clit.

“Come on,” he grunted, rubbing your clit faster. You moaned loudly.

“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You moaned. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as he fingered you.

“Cum in my mouth, princess,” he murmured. Your thighs shook as his tongue pressed against your clit.

“Samu!” You exclaimed as you squirted into his open mouth. A mixture of your juices and his cum dripped onto the sheets and down Osamu’s chin.

“That’s my good girl,” Osamu said, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“You’re too much,” you huffed, relaxing into the bed. Osamu smiled at you as he laid next to you.

“Breakfast in bed?” He asked. You shook your head.

“We have to clean these sheets,” you said, glancing down at the wet spot below you.

“But then we can get back in bed, right?” Osamu asked.

You smiled and nodded. “After we eat and wash the sheets, sure. And you need a shower, you smell like sex.”

“Join me?” He asked.

“No funny business, Miya Osamu.”

“Omurice and onion soup for one princess,” Osamu said, setting a plate in front of you. You smiled at the cute, panda-shaped omurice.

“Thank you,” you said. Osamu sat next to you with his own plate.

“I was thinking tomorrow we could go visit the Izanagi shrine,” Osamu said, slurping his soup.

“I’ve never been to the Izanagi shrine,” you said.

“It’s dedicated to Izanagi and Izanami,” Osamu said. You nodded.

“Sounds good,” you said. “Izanami is the goddess of creation and death isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Izanagi was her husband. The moon and sun were born from his eyes.”

“That sounds interesting,” you said. “I’ll go.”

You ate in silence, apart from music playing from the tv in the living room.

“Back to bed?” Osamu asked after washing the dishes. You smiled and nodded.

“Back to bed,” you confirmed. Osamu lifted you easily and pecked your lips as he carried you back to bed. The freshly made bed was quickly ruined as Osamu laid you on your back, gently.

He kissed you softly before kissing down your neck. He made quick work of removing your tank top and sucking your left nipple into his mouth as he teased the other with his fingers. You moaned softly as he switched then continued to kiss down your stomach.

“Samu,” you said softly, threading your fingers in his hair.

“Jus’ let me take care of ya,” he breathed, running his fingers down your thighs, pulling your underwear down. You sighed as Osamu kissed up your inner thigh, stopping at your pubic area.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Osamu said, running his finger through your folds. “Gonna make ya cum on my tongue, princess.”

“Samu,” you moaned as he licked broadly up your slit. He moved your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his lips around your clit. He alternated between teasing it with his tongue and sucking at it softly.

“One or two?” Osamu asked.

“Two,” you said.

Osamu slowly pushed two fingers in your opening. Your mouth fell open with a low moan as he scissored you open and tongued at your clit.

“Osamu,” you moaned, tugging his hair. Osamu groaned, vibrating against your clit. “Oh?”

You gave another experimental tug, receiving the same response.

“Ya keep pulling my hair and I’m gonna fuck ya without finishing down here,” Osamu said, pulling away from you. You stared him in the eyes and pulled his hair again.

He moaned then glared up at you. “I wanted to treat ya real nice before I fucked ya again.”

“And I just want you in me,” you said. Osamu crawled up your body, hovering over you as he kissed you deeply.

“What my princess wants, she gets,” Osamu said. He kicked off his boxers and flipped you over so that you were on top.

“Want you in my mouth,” you mumbled, staring down at his hard cock. Your mouth was watering as his cock rested against his lower stomach, head swollen and dark pink, leaking precum.

“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked.

“Wanna suck you off,” you said, looking up at him. You scrambled down the mattress before he could say anything, spreading his legs slightly.

“G’head, baby,” he said, putting his hands behind his head as you placed a kitten lick to the leaking tip. You moaned at the salty taste.

You ran your tongue down his length, stopping to tease his balls. Osamu hissed as you sucked one in your mouth, gently running your tongue around it.

“Fuck, baby,” Osamu said, reaching down to grab your hair. You pulled back and pumped his cock once, twice, three times before taking the tip in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you pumped the rest of his length.

“I know ya can take more than that,” Osamu said. You ignored him as your hand came up to play with his balls.

“Leave me alone,” you said, pulling back. “Just let me make you feel good.”

You took the tip back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly, you took more of his cock in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Tears burned at your eyes as you gagged. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips.

“Good girl,” Osamu groaned, pulling your hair gently. You moaned around him, bobbing your head and wrapping your hand around whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand squeezed his balls lightly.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Osamu grunted as his balls tightened in your hand. You pulled back.

“Cum in my mouth,” you said. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. Your tongue swirled around, moaning at the taste of his precum.

“Fuck, fuck,” Osamu swore, pushing your head down his length as he came down your throat. You swallowed most of it before crawling up the bed and meeting Osamu with a messy kiss. Spit and cum ran down your chins as your tongues danced together.

“I love you,” you mumbled, as Osamu wiped your chin clean with a discarded shirt before wiping his own.

“I love you, too, baby.”

[stevesbestgirl]

A Moment of Your Time - Part 24

Soft!Mob!Bucky x F!Reader

3044 words

Series Masterlist

Warnings: sexual content, daddy kink, a hint of exhibitionism, cockwarming

A/N: Not proofread yet, sorry this took so long. I've been procrastinating writing this series because we're approaching the end and I don't want to be done with it. I'll proof read and do my taglist later!

Dancing around the kitchen, you hummed along with the music as you cooked. You’d checked in with Wanda and she insisted she was fine, but you knew today was her doctor’s appointment, so you were making them dinner. You’d even called your mom and convinced her to give you her casserole recipe- only after she’d refused to just make it for you.

It was probably better this way though; Bucky was working and you needed to stay busy. All you had to work on was a jacket adjustment for Pepper and you needed to take another trip to the library, but that could wait until you were out with Clint tomorrow. It was a bad idea to interrupt Bucky, considering the mood he’d been in for the past week.

After your comment about the cigarettes, he’d insisted he was done with them. You’d thought it was sweet at first, but at this point, you kind of wished he’d just call it quits on quitting. He wouldn’t snap at you, but the crease between his brows rarely seemed to leave now.

To cheer him up, you started some cookies after you finished with the casserole. Sliding the first batch in the oven, you sang under your breath, excited to see Bucky’s face when you brought him fresh cookies. Closing the oven door, you moved away in a little twirl.

“Whoa, careful!” Bucky let out a soft ‘oomph’ as you spun into his chest, “What’re you doin’?” He wrapped his arms around your torso and nuzzled your neck.

“It was gonna be a surprise,” you pouted. “I thought you’d be busy all afternoon.”

He chuckled, brushing his lips over yours, “You want me to go?”

“No.” You pressed your lips more firmly to his, tasting the faint remnants of tobacco. 

Unconsciously, your nose wrinkled and Bucky huffed, “Good god, woman, you’re like a bloodhound.” He stepped away, opening the fridge with a sigh, “I’m sorry, doll. I smoked a little.”

You rubbed his arm, “Bucky, I’m not asking you to quit. I don’t mind.”

He ran a hand through his hair, “I know, I know. But I want my girl to wanna kiss me, so I am quitting. It was just one.” 

You cupped his face, “James Barnes, you are the sweetest man on the planet. And I do wanna kiss you, smoky or not.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-smile, “Sweetest man on the planet, huh? Maybe for you, doll, but I gotta feeling some people might disagree.”

You hummed, brushing your lips over his again, “Fine, just for me then. And I appreciate it enough for everyone.”

His palms skimmed down either side of your hips, “How much do you appreciate it?”

You laughed, “Not enough to let my cookies burn.” He scattered kisses over your neck, dragging his teeth over the soft skin. “Bucky,” you pleaded. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

He lifted his head, pressing his forehead to yours, “Come keep me company?”

Smiling, you agreed, “Once the cookies are done.”

“Deal.”

You pecked him on the lips, “Go on.” 

He let his hands drift further until he was palming your backside, stealing another kiss. Dipping his tongue in your mouth, he stole your breath away, leaving you gazing up at him dimly until he released his hold on you.

He smirked, “I’m goin’.”

You didn’t want him to leave now and he knew it. You glanced at the egg timer ticking on the counter and sighed. Busying yourself preparing the next tray of cookies, you tried to forget the way your skin felt flushed; Bucky always knew how to get you riled up.

By the time you finished the cookies, you’d calmed down a little bit. Plating a few cookies and grabbing the casserole, you decided to deliver the food to Wanda and Vision before visiting Bucky- god only knew how long he’d keep you busy for.

“Hello Thor,” you said as you left the apartment. “Here,” you handed him a couple of cookies from the plate, “Snickerdoodles.” It wasn’t until he brightened slightly that you noticed the faint slump in his shoulders as he thanked you. “Everything alright?”

He straightened, “Of course. Do you require a ride?”

You smiled, “No, just taking some dinner to Wanda and Vision. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Leaving him to his post, you took the elevator down to the third floor, hoping that Wanda and Vision were back from the doctor’s office by now. When the door opened, you breathed a sigh of relief, “Hi Wan, glad to see you up and about.”

She nodded, gaze falling on the dish in your hands, “Hi, what’s all this?”

“I knew you weren’t feeling well and I wasn’t sure how long you’d be gone so I thought I would save you the trouble of cooking tonight.” You held out the baking dish with a bashful smile, “And I threw in some cookies.”

To your surprise, her eyes grew glassy, “That’s so sweet of you, Y/N. Thank you so much.” 

“You might wanna taste it before you thank me too much,” you joked nervously hoping you hadn’t come at a bad time.

She chuckled, accepting the dishes, “I’m sure it’s wonderful, I’ll be right back, alright?”

You nodded and took a seat on the sofa to wait for her. A minute ticked by, then two, and you started to wonder if you should check on her. You didn’t want to be rude, but luckily, just as you were about to rise, she returned, bustling over to sit beside you, “Sorry it took longer than I expected. But Vis and I decided it would be okay to tell you.”

“Is everything okay? I don’t want to pry-”

“We’re pregnant,” Wanda said, cutting you off mid-worry.

Your eyes went wide, “Wanda, that’s wonderful! I’m so happy for you!”

Wanda nodded, beaming, “I can’t believe it. We’ve been trying for so long, it feels like a miracle.”

“It is a miracle, Wan, congratulations!” You laughed, “And what a relief too- I’m glad you aren’t sick.”

She rested her hand over yours, “I’m sorry to have made you worry,  but Vision didn’t want to waste Mr. Barnes’ time if we were wrong.” 

“No, of course, I understand.”

“You can tell Mr. Barnes, if you like,” she offered. “Really, you’d be doing me a favor- I think Vis needs some time to process.”

“Of course. Speaking of, I should get back upstairs before he starts to worry.”

Wanda rose, escorting you to the door, “Thank you again for dinner, Y/N. You’re a lifesaver.”

You smiled, “Anytime. And congratulations again, to both of you.” Wanda beamed and waved goodbye as you strode inside the elevator. 

Back upstairs, Thor was still at his post outside the door. You offered him a smile on your way past, but he stopped you, “Y/N, may I ask you something?”

“Of course.” You glanced at the door, hoping Bucky hadn’t noticed your absence. 

“I suppose it’s more of a request than a question,” Thor admitted. “Clint said you may be able to help.”

You felt your brow furrow, “I can try. What do you need?”

“This coming Saturday is my anniversary with Jane.” He grimaced, “It may have slipped my mind and I am scheduled to work.”

“You can’t take it off?”

“The boss gets,” he paused, “Annoyed if we don’t give enough notice.”

You connected the dots, “So, you want me to ask him.” He nodded and you chewed your lip, “I could ask him, but I don’t think he would take that well. I think I can still help though. Give me five minutes with him and then come ask.”

He didn’t look completely convinced, but he nodded. You gave him a reassuring smile and slipped inside, quickly plating a few cookies and nudging the office door open with your hip.

“I was starting to wonder if I was gonna have to come get you, doll,” Bucky’s voice rang out. He sounded playful, which bode well for you and Thor.

Setting the cookies on the desk in front of him, you slid into his lap, draping your arms around his neck, “Sorry, thought I’d give you a little time to miss me.” You brushed your lips over his, your apology more of a tease than anything.

He gave a soft chuckle, dropping his pen on the desk to run his hands over your thigh, “You wanna make it up to me?”

You smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair, which was growing long, “Now?”

His hand dipped under your skirt, “Why not?”

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Bucky practically growled, glaring at the door, and you had a moment of panic; you’d wanted to put Bucky in a good mood, but if he was annoyed at being interrupted, it might backfire.

You breathed on the shell of his ear, “After. If you behave yourself.”

He traced his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, “Come in.” His hands clamped down on your hips, keeping you pinned to his lap.

Thor shuffled in, hands clasped behind his back and looking sheepish, “Sir.”

“Thor.” Bucky’s tone was all business, no trace of the softness from moments ago.

“I know it’s short-notice, but I wanted to request this coming Saturday off, if possible.” You sent him a pointed look, urging him to elaborate. “It is my anniversary with Jane and I would like to take her to dinner.”

Before Bucky could respond, you squealed, “Oh, that’s so sweet! Where are you taking her?”

Thor sent a glance at Bucky before answering, “Well, she likes that restaurant, Joseph’s, so I was hoping to take her there.”

“It’s already Wednesday, Thor. A little more notice would have been nice.” Bucky sounded annoyed, just as Thor had said.

You turned your gaze to Bucky, eyes pleading. He didn’t turn his head, but you saw his eyes flicker your way before he suppressed a sigh, lazily waving a ringed hand, “Fine, you’re off the hook. But you’re covering door duty twice next week. Now get back to your post.”

Thor nodded, “Thank you, sir.” He made a hasty retreat before Bucky could change his mind.

Once the door closed behind him, you snuggled into Bucky’s neck, “That was nice of you.”

He cupped your chin, “Nice had nothing to do with it, doll.” He captured your lips in a bruising kiss, his other had disappearing back under your skirt. His rings were cool on your thigh as his palm slid up your leg. When he broke away, he smiled at your flushed cheeks, “You gonna keep my cock warm while I work, baby?” Biting down on your lip, you nodded. He chuckled, murmuring as he unbuckled his belt, “There’s my good girl.”

Your heart skipped at his praise and you marveled for a moment at the way he’d turned the tables on you. You’d come here in control and now your mouth was watering as he pulled his cock out. You adjusted your skirt and paused, your gaze between his legs. He was already hard- you’d known that much from sitting in his lap, but seeing it made your skin flush with heat.

He cupped your cheek, brushing your lips with his, “C’mon baby, let me fill you up.”

A whimper escaped as he rubbed the head of his cock against your core. Lowering yourself back into his lap so you were straddling him, you could feel every inch of his length, a louder whimper following the first. Bucky let out a grunt as he bottomed out, his eyes fluttering shut as his head tipped back. 

Desperate for friction, your walls clenched around him, making his breath catch. But he quickly collected himself, tsking, “None of that, sweetheart, or you’ll distract me from my work.”

“Bucky-”

“After, if you behave yourself.” He echoed your own words back to you and you almost regretted your decision to tease him. Almost. 

You grabbed the book you’d left on his desk last time you were in here, but you couldn’t string more than three words together. The feeling of him inside you was distracting to say the least. You didn’t understand how Bucky could be reading over a business contract, seemingly unbothered by his cock buried inside you.

Determined not to be the only one bothered, you rolled your hips, adjusting your seat in his lap slightly. “Doll,” he warned, glancing at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Just getting comfortable,” you said, innocently meeting his gaze. 

“Mm,” he pursed his lips, clearly not believing your lie. Playing coy, you snuggled into his chest, book still between your fingers. This time, his voice was a little ragged, “I’ll tell you once more to keep still, sweets.” 

You gazed up at him, “‘M sorry, Bucky, am I bothering you?”

He breathed in your ear, warning low, “You know what you’re doing.” His breath gave you goosebumps and a small whine escaped your lips as you clenched down on him again, this time unconsciously. 

“You just can’t be patient, can you, sweetheart?” he growled, setting down the page he’d been examining. “Need my cock, huh?” Without warning, he bucked his hips up beneath you, making you cry out as his head pressed deeper inside of you. “What do you say, hm?”

“Please, Bucky,” you whimpered as his hips went still again.

He chuckled low, a dangerous sound, “C’mon baby, you know better than that.”

“Please Daddy,” you pleaded, peppering kisses over his neck as though they would soothe the ache inside you.

“There you go,” he purred. He tipped your chin up, slotting his lips over yours, “Go on then. Use me, sweetheart.”

At his go-ahead, your hips rolled against him, drawing a moan from deep in your belly at the the drag of him against your walls. His teeth were on your neck, dragging over your skin, leaving marks that were sure to bruise. 

You writhed in his lap, your mouth falling open as soft pants spilled from your lips. Bucky murmured filthy things in your ear, his breath soft on your neck, “Daddy’s little slut just couldn’t wait for me to finish my work, hm? You needed my cock right away, didn’t you? Needed to fuck yourself right here in my office where anyone could walk in and see how needy my baby is.”

“Yes,” you panted, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good,” he growled. “I want them all to know that you belong to me. Let ‘em hear you, sweets.” He bucked his hips up to meet you as you sank down on him, matching your pace until you cried out as your climax washed over you with surprising speed. Your hips stuttered as Bucky buried himself inside you, his next words dying on his tongue in favor of a soft groan.

Wrapping his arms around you, he held you close as you buried your head in his neck. Once the high wore off and your breathing began to level out, you realized he hadn’t worn a condom this time. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, thinking of Wanda and Vision. Grazing your fingers over your stomach, you thought of the life growing inside your friend.

Bucky chuckled, misinterpreting your curse word for one of pleasure, “What are you thinking, doll?” He traced his hand down the line of your spine.

You answered without lifting your head, “About Vision and Wanda.” 

His chest rumbled with another laugh, “Oh really?”

You realized how strange that sounded, “Oh- no, I mean- They’re having a baby.” You hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that, but it was weighing heavily on your mind with his cock still buried inside you. 

You could practically feel his gaze fall to the hand you had resting on your stomach, “Oh.” You couldn’t read his tone, but his hand slid over yours.

“It’s strange,” you murmured. “I hadn’t really given it much thought before. I was more focused on finding my soulmate and then I thought I’d know what I wanted. But the idea of a baby still scares the hell out of me.” You paused, embarrassment warming your cheeks, “But somehow, I’m a little jealous.”

Bucky squeezed your hand, “I’m no expert on what’s normal, but I would bet that if you asked those two how they’re feeling right now, they’d say they’re terrified.”

“You think?”

He chuckled, “I’m not scared of much, doll. But having a baby would probably do the trick.”

“So, you don’t want kids?” The way your throat tightened in anticipation made it obvious to you which side of the fence you’d landed on.

He brushed his thumb over the back of your hand, “A couple months ago, I would’ve said no. I never wanted to bring a kid into this life- to make them a target in a game they didn’t sign up to play. I didn’t wanna be like my old man.” You waited; he seemed to be musing this out as he went. “But I thought I didn’t want this either,” he squeezed your hand again. “And here you are, making my life better- making me better. So, maybe if we had a kid, I could be better for him too.”

You sat up, brushing your thumb over the scruff on his cheek, “Buck, I think you’d be a great dad as you are- if that’s what you want.” He didn’t say anything else, but the way he met your gaze answered the question. “Don’t change anything- I like you the way you are too.”

He gave you a wry smile, “I dunno, doll. My hair’s getting pretty long, I should probably cut it.”

You rolled your eyes at the joke, sliding your hands back to twist your fingers in his hair, “I like it.”

He laughed aloud, “Sweetheart, I’ll be looking like a beatnik pretty soon here.”

You leaned in, brushing his nose with yours, “Yeah, but you’ll be my beatnik.” You adjusted your hips ever so slightly, relishing the way his lips parted in a soft groan.

His gaze locked onto your mouth, his tongue tracing his lower lip as his hands burrowed back under your skirt, “That might not be so bad.”

[scarlettriot]

Take Him Seriously

Pro Hero Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary: When your pro hero bf suggests slipping away at the hero gala you don't really take the big guy seriously... he's about to show you why you should.

Very minor BakuDeku and KamiJiroShinso

Warnings: SMUT BELOW THE CUT 18+ Minors DNI! Exhibitionism, Soft Dom, Lots of Praise, Pet Names (Sweets & Baby & Good Girl), Cursing

Word Count: 1,753

Alcohol, as it did with many people, had a way of making Kirishima's lips looser and thoughts flow more freely. You sat across from your boyfriend at the yearly heroes gala, the both of you dressed in your finest. The party was in full swing, awards and dinner had been served and now the drinking and dancing were the primary events. Although, you and Eijiro opted to take a break. Sinking down into chairs at an empty table. He'd lost his jacket some time ago and you were dying to kick off your heels already.

Somewhere among the smiles and laughter you both shared, he'd leaned back, long legs as thick as tree trunks stretched out wide in front of him and you couldn't help but notice crimson eyes lingering on you as you massaged your aching heels. "If you wanna get off your feet for a while, I have a few ideas of how we can make that happen."

You actually giggled at the comment. "What?"

It wasn't that Eijiro wasn't capable, he was MORE THAN capable! It's just, he wasn't one to usually voice those desires, he usually just... acted on them. And you knew with a room full of friends and colleges he'd never do so in such a public place.

And yet, "Mhm, wrap those luscious thighs around me and I'll keep you off the ground for a while, whatcha say?" He'd leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees even as you slipped the black strap back in place and stood.

"Sure, Eijiro, whatever you say."

He looked up at you, a pout on his lips, "You're not taking me seriously."

You kissed that adorable lower lip of his, "You're right, I'm not. But, when we get home, I'd love to get all tangled up with you-"

Eijiro grabbed your hand and tugged you back down to eye level, "And what if I don't wanna wait that long?" You were still pretty sure he was full of it, "You should take me more seriously, sweets."

He let your hand fall, brushed his lips against your cheek, and let you wander back out to the dance floor but you could feel his eyes on you the entire time.

An hour had passed. You were busy dancing and catching up with friends you didn't see nearly enough and, honestly, you'd nearly forgotten about what Eijiro had hinted at with everything else that had been going on.

You'd been walking back from the restroom when a door open and someone pulled you inside the small coat closet, though, it didn't take much for you to realize who the someone was.

"Eiji! What the-"

He backed you against the door, lips hot against yours while he fumbled with a folding chair, jamming it up under the handle of the door. "I told you, you should take me more seriously." He kissed down the length of your neck, sharp teeth nipping at your skin harder than usual, and, for a second, you were too caught up in the moment to remind him he had to be careful. That there was an event happening that both of you were supposed to be present at!

"Ei, hey, Eijiro," You managed to gain enough sense to pull his head back to look at him, "Babe, we're very much in public. If you want we can just go h-"

That was the second time his lips had cut you off. "Don't care. I want you, right here, right now." He bunched the fabric of your floor-length gown until he could grab at your legs underneath. "Been wanting to tear this dress off you since we left but I still can't do that so I guess I gotta settle for these instead."

It took him no effort at all to rip open the black pantyhose you'd been wearing, quickly followed by the lacy panties under them. The pupils of his eyes were blown wide, tongue darting out to lick his lips while he teased your folds, his other hand guiding yours to the front of his black pants where he was so painfully hard.

"Please, sweets..."

He knew just how to lure you in. Your hands flew to his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down just enough to free him. Eijiro already had two fingers inside you and his thumb circling your clit.

You wanted to move, to sink down on your knees in front of him and give him what he apparently been thinking about all night long but he pinned you to the wall. "I don't have the patience for that." A third finger slipped inside with ease now, one of your legs hooked in the crook of his arm.

"Eiji." You whined rocking your hips, pushing his calloused fingers deeper until he was reaching your favorite spot making you moan and whimper, all his favorite noises he couldn't get enough of. You fought with his tie and then the buttons of his shirt, eager to claw and leave your mark on him.

"Not fair." The man groaned when you ran nails down the planes of his back. "I gotta behave. You've got all this skin on display..."

"Didn't stop you on my neck."

He finally noticed the little bite marks he'd left behind. "Well, if I've already done that much." You moaned at the contact on your neck again, the opposite side this time. And when he applied that pressure, thrust his fingers in hard and deep, you had to bite your cherry red lip to keep yourself from crying his name as you came around his fingers.

"That's a good girl. Keep nice and quiet for me, okay?" You hadn't even fully came down off your high before Eijiro had you up in his arms, the weeping tip of his cock easing into you.

You reached up and found the empty bar of a rack, hanging onto it for dear life as Eijiro pounded into you, your hips meeting every single time with a harsh smack that you were pretty sure was louder than any of the moans you'd been making.

You were still so damn sensitive. He had your toes curling in seconds with the steady pace he set. Watching his cock quickly vanish inside you and then slowly pull out so you could feel each vein he had to offer, every inch he could give you.

"More, more, please, Eiji." He only smirked at your babbled pleas but gave you exactly what you requested. Picking up the pace and fucked you so damn hard you thought you might go through the wall. "Please, fuck!"

With your legs around his torso and your back braced on the wall, that left one of his hands free to clamp over your noisy mouth and the other to toy with your clit. "You want them to know what we're doin' in here? You're gonna let em know who's fuckin' you this good if you keep that up."

It was no use, you couldn't stay silent while he had you like this, you never could. His fingers dipped inside your mouth, "Suck on these so you'll keep quiet." And you did, maybe even a little too well because now it was Eijiro who was moaning like a horny teenager.

"Fuck you're too good at this. Damn, you look amazing, I told you that, right? So fucking gorgeous."

His praise had you sucking his fingers in harder, hugging his cock tighter, teetering right on that edge once again. "Gonna cum again for me? At this fancy party? My cock all the way in you and my fingers down your throat, ah, yes" He chuckled, "So fuckin' good for me, baby. Keep cumming."

Eijiro slowed his thrusts letting you actually ride out your high this time, letting you muffle your screams by biting his shoulder. You whined pitifully when he pulled out of you entirely, very aware he hadn't cum yet. "Get on your knees for me, please, sweets. Can't go shooting inside you when you got nothing to keep it in..."

You both looked at your torn panties on the floor and realized he had a point.

On your knees, Eijiro popped his fat cock right into your mouth with a sigh. "You're gonna have to swallow all of it, alright? Don't want any getting on your dress, I wanna ruin that later."

It didn't take him long to reach his peak, not with the way you swallowed him, hollowed your cheeks out, and tongued his head. He had his messy fingers wrapped up in your hair, fucking your throat how he pleased.

"Love you so damn much, sweets." Eijiro kept his voice low, muttering practically when you felt the first hot rope shoot down your throat, "Taken' me so fuckin' well, always take me so good, take it all, fuck, Y/N."

You might have damn near choked from all the cum he'd just unloaded but at least none of it ended up on your dress or his pants.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, kissing you tenderly and wiping the tears and mascara off of your cheeks. Eijiro helped you straighten out your dress again and fix your hair as best as it could be.

"Sorry I didn't take you seriously earlier." You chuckled, your throat still a little raw.

"I can't really blame you. I didn't even know if I'd have the courage to go through with it but then I saw you on the dance floor and I couldn't wait anymore."

He scooped up your torn pantyhose and undies, pocketing them both before dropping another quick kiss on your lips and opening the door...

"About fucking time!" Katsuki grumbled, pushing pasted you and Eijiro and going into his coat that had been hanging near where Eijiro had just been railing you.

"Seriously, have you two no shame!" Denki tsked and you half hid behind Eijiro.

The redhead tucked you under his arm with a grin. "You're one to talk. As if we didn't all hear you, Kyoka, and Hitoshi goin' at it in the restroom last year at this thing. Least we kept it mostly quiet."

"Just go out to your damn car like everyone else does! It's not that hard!" Bakugo huffed, tucking his phone into his pocket. "Then people can get to their phones or go to the fucking bathroom and not have to wait for someone to fuckin' get off! Speakin' of which, where's my damn nerd!"