#and i kept telling her repeatedly once i started drinking

[valandherweekofwonders]

met a 31 year old woman last night at a friend's wedding who took me under her wing when i told her i was 24 (much younger than most people there) and she basically told me i am normal and i will be okay and that i reminded her of kat dennings and now we follow each other on instagram. everytime i meet a nice girl like that i am forever affected and want to do my best just for them.

[stillsaltyaboutmcr]

They get like this when they’re drunk: Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin

I had an idea where the reader and Phoenix have to take care of the boys of Dagger Squad at the Hard Deck and they all have little secret quirks when they’re all drunk but the reader gets stuck dealing with Brad and Jake and now Y/N is stuck in a love triangle

(i hope that explanation made sense)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, heavy touching (non sexual), exhausted reader, Phoenix laughing at you 24/7 when you turn into a babysitter for two grown men, Rooster being very flirty (a little sexual)

Every Saturday night, the Dagger Swuad went out to the Hard Deck to celebrate making it another week.

It was a way for us all to let loose and have fun without the stress of the Navy on us.

But this meant that some members got a little too heavy with their drinking, aka, the boys.

Phoenix and I usually flipped a coin to see who took care of who and I usually got lucky. Fanboy, Payback and Coyote were easy to take care of. Coyote usually got the munchies when he was drunk, so I would make a stop at a Mcdonald’s or something alike to get him food and he’d pass out, like a toddler. Fanboy usually had to be pulled off the dance floor, but he’s get a McFlurry and constantly tell me how much he loves me for buying him ice cream and that I’m the best mom ever, even though hes 2 years older than me. Payback liked to hit on girls, so you’d have to apologize and pull him away and repeatedly tell him “you don’t even know her name.”

He’s rebuttle and say “It’s Kathy!” But every girl’s name was Kathy if you catch my drift. But he’s usually comply and immediately pass out as soon before you could even start your car.

Phoenix usually got stuck dealing with Rooster and Hangman, who according to her are a handful. I pray the day for me to take care of them never comes, and tonight is no different.

When the coin flipping occurred earlier this morning, I got my usual 3 boys and she groaned. “Why can’t you take them this once, give me a break?”

“Because my 3 are easy, I get them some food and they take naps until I drop them off. It’s a breeze! I don’t ever wanna give that up!” She furrowed her brows and pointed at me.

“One day, you’ll get stuck with them and I’ll laugh. It’ll be the best day of my life watching you tackle that chaos.”

But alas, here we were, quickly approaching the time of the night where the boys crossed the threshold of tipsy to drunk. Fanboy was already dancing his little heart out and Payback was already hunting down his next Kathy. I always kept an eye on those 3 so I could swoop in and get them out as quickly as possible.

I was nursing a margarita, sat at the bar talking to Penny when Phoenix came up to me. “Hey, Coyote just puked everywhere, I have to take him home. I’ll be back though to retrieve Roos and Hangman.” I nodded and told her good luck. She had just lightened my load and saved me a stop, so I couldn’t complain. Penny sent one of her employees over to clean his mess as we continued our conversation.

I explained to her how Phoenix and I watch the boys and take them home. She laughed. “You both flip a coin to see who you babysit?? Let alone, you’re babysitting fully grown men?” She covered her face with her hand, still snickering as I explained how they all acted once drunk.

“That’s priceless! I couldn’t imagine having to babysit-“ Just before she could finish hee sentence, we both turn to see Maverick fall off his barstool, taking his beer bottle with him with a crash. “I take that back, looks like I can imagine babysitting a fully grown man. Be right back.” She tossed her towel over hee shoulder and walked off to help Maverick off the ground. I couldn’t help but chuckle. He was obviously very out of it, the alcohol showing it’s full effect.

“Hey, where’s Nat?” A slur of words appeared behind me and there was Hangman, a beer in hand. He had to be well done for. His eyes were glazed over and he had a permanent smirk etched on his face, but his words were slurred beyond belief.

“She had to take Coyote home, she’ll be back to come get you and Rooster.” I stood up and faced him, deciding I should probably keep an eye on everyone since Phoenix was gone for the time being.

“Oh, thank you, you’re the best.” Hangman brought me in for a hug, wrapping his arms around my waist. It was sudden and out of nowhere, leaving me in shock. He bummed contently and added, “You’re very warm, it’s quite nice.” I sat there in his arms for a minute, patting his back lightl, waiting for a release that never came. I slightly tried to step away but he whined and his grip became tighter. “Nooo-“

“Hangman, you gotta let me go dude.”

“But I don’t wannnaaa.” Oh. My. God. Hangman was a Level 5 clinger when he’s drunk. He was a fucking cuddler!! Big, tough and scary Hangman turned into a softy when drunk! You loved this revelation and would totally use it to your advance at work.

“Hangman, buddy, you gotta let go.” You finally managed to push him off and he pouted.

“Fiiine. But I’ll be back for more hugs!” He walked away and you were left baffled. This was NOT the Hangman you knew. Coming back for more hugs? Who the fuck was this guy?

You continued on with your night, eventually making your way to the dance floor. You hadn’t seen Phoenix come back and to think about it, you hadn’t seen Fanboy or Payback either for awhile. You decided to text the group to see if anyone would respond with their location when you saw the text.

Tasha

‘I took Payback and Fanboy too. We’re still at Coyote’s, he’s really sick. I’m so sorry hun, it’s your turn to deal with Brad and Jake. xoxo”

Oh my god, she totally screwed you over. You looked up in a panic to try to find the two boys. You located Hangman with no issue, he was talking to Penny at the bar, probably getting another drink, but could not find Rooster anywhere. You started to panic and type a text to Phoenix to see if she took him too when two arms wrapped around your waist from behind and pick you up, slinging you over the shoulder of the stranger and walking you outside to the patio before setting you down.

“Hey gorgeous.” Bradley was the mystery man. “Thought we could get some alone time.” Bradley was a flirt, of course he was. No wonder Phoenix had begged you to take them. Jake was a clinger and Bradley was a flirt. You could only imagine what hell you’ll be in once you have to tackle both at the same time later.

“Rooster, you scared the shit out of me!!” You hit his arm and he quickly covered the impact spot with his hand, sarcastically wincing. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to see if a fine lady like you would wanna get out of here?” You sighed and punched the bridge of your nose.

“Brad-“

“Listen, no one has to know C/S. I’m really glad Phoenix took everyone, because now you and I can go have some one on one.” He took a step closer to you. “I’ve been meaning to ask you for awhile. I see you at work all the time in that flight suit, the way it hugs your-“

“Bradley!!” You stopped him before he could continue. “I think you’re cut off for tonight. Give me your credit card, I’m closing your tab.”

“But baby, don’t you wanna go have a dance?” You rolled your eyes and decided to just reach into his pant pocket and take his whole wallet. “Woah!! At least let me take you to dinner first sugar! No need to rush right into my pants, but if you want it that bad, just say so.” He stepped closer once again but you put your hand out and placed it on his chest.

“Stay right here, I’ll be back.”

“Ooo, okay honey. I’ll be waiting.” He shot you a wink before you headed in to collect Hangman’s wallet and close all three of your tabs. You were at the bar, closing yours and Rooster’s when a warm presence came up behind you, arms resting on your shoulders, breath on your neck.

“Hi Hangman.” You didn’t even need to look. Peggy took the two cards and you turned around to give yourself some space. “Can I have your card? I’m closing out tabs so I can take you and Rooster home.” He smiled and handed over his card.

“Can we drop Rooster off first? I really want you to stay over so I can hold you all night. You’re so warm and comforting and I can’t keep my eyes off of you.” You turned around and gave Penny his card and put yours and Rooster’s back.

“No, I have errands to run in the morning so I need to get home as soon as possible so I can get good sleep.” You heard him whine behind you. He placed himself on you again, resting his head on top of yours. You sighed as you signed for him. Turning around and pushing him off once again, you gave him his card back and took his arm so you could go retrieve Rooster and get the hell out of here.

Rooster was right where you left him and when he saw Hangman trailing behind you, his smirked. “You wanna bring another man into this huh? New to me but whatever gets you in the mood sugar.” You rolled your eyes as you dragged both of them to your car and practically shoving them in the backseat.

The whole carride consisted of Rooster making innuendos and Hangman whining about not being able to reach you.

You dropped Rooster off and Hangman took the chance to move to the front seat while you were away helping Rooster get inside. You cursed yourself for not dropping him off first. “Mm, finally.” He rested his head on your shoulder and his right hand traced up and down your thigh while the left hand rested under his chin. He stayed like that, making content little noises. “I love you.”

You about crashed when it came flying out of his mouth. You pulled up to a stoplight and looked down, he was unphased like saying that was an everyday occurance for him. Where did that come from?

You quickly pulled up to his house and got him to the front door and he wouldn’t let you go, begging you to come inside and stay so he could hold you a little longer. You were able to step away and give yourself space before he said it again, “I love you, I really do.” He seemed like a lovesick puppy. You had no clue how many times he’s done this to Phoenix, or how many times Rooster’s hit on her like he did to you at the bar. You finally understood why they were such a handful.

You got him in and headed home when your phone rang. “Hey girl, what’s up?”

It was Phoenix.

“Well I was calling to check in on you, see how things are going?” You could hear a very miserable Coyote in the background, Fanboy giving him small reassurances. It was quite funny to be honest.

“I just dropped off Hangman, I’m man free and headed home.”

“How’d it go?”

“Well,” you started laughing. “Rooster tried to hit on me, telling me how good my flight suit hugged my body and made all these innuendos. He kept telling me how he’d been waiting for forever to admit that he’d had his eyes on me for awhile.”

“Wait what?”

You thought you’d broken up during your explanation, so you began again when she stopped you. “No, no, I heard you. I’m just shocked. He’s never been like that. He usually hits on me a little but it’s more just asking for a dance and calling me baby. He’s never confessed something nor commented on my body.”

“Well, he’s probably scared of you Nat.” You chuckled trying to make an excuse.

“Do you think he was telling the truth?”

You swallowed hard, hoping she was joking. “No, maybe he just had more to drink than usual.”

“I-“ she sighed. “What about Hangman?”

“He’s a Level 5 clinger.”

Her laugh rang through the phone, “Oh, I know. He is so touchy it’s adorable.”

“I totally plan on using it for blackmail. He tried to get me to stay over so he could ‘hold me more’. He also told me he loves me twice.”

“He said he loves you??”

“Please tell me he does that to you too.”

“Uh…no, nor does he ask me to stay over. He usually just whines because he wants cuddles.

“Fuck.”

“You know Y/N, drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“Shut up, they do not feel that way towards me. They were drunk, that’s all Nat.” You did not want to be caught up in this mess, especially with those two.

“You never know, but hey, Coyote’s throwing up again, I gotta go. Get some rest girl, thanks for taking them!” She hung up just as you were pulling up to your place.

Could they really feel that way towards you? Or was it just the alcohol talking?

[doomsday-dj]

“I would have done that for you,” Jane says. 

Maura blinks away a few tears and looks from her television to Jane. The end credits of Thelma & Louise continue to scroll as the wistful strains of the soundtrack fill Maura’s Beacon Hill living room. The two women are already dressed in their pyjamas, way past the point of pretending Jane would ever go home after drinks and a movie. 

“What?” Maura asks.

Jane nods her head at the television, stone faced, eyes still glued to the screen. “I would have done that for you. I almost did.” 

Maura watches Jane carefully and Jane resolutely does not look back at her. She sits slouched down on the couch, her socked feet kicked up on the coffee table, long arms folded across her chest. 

Maura understands exactly what Jane is telling her, but she wants Jane to look at her when she says it so she willfully misunderstands. 

“You almost drove me off a cliff?”

Jane shoots her an irritated glance. Her features are set in hard lines, but her eyes give her away. They glisten ever so slightly, betraying her vulnerability. Under ordinary circumstances, Maura would tease Jane for getting so emotional over what she repeatedly insisted was an action movie, but something tells Maura these are not ordinary circumstances. 

“I would have kept us from the cops.” 

Jane says ‘the cops’ like that’s a separate thing from her, like it isn’t exactly what she is, and picks at a small hole in the threadbare sweatpants she’s wearing. Maura says nothing, which is a trick she learned from Jane’s interrogation tactics, an attempt to force the other person to fill the silence. 

“I was going to do it,” Jane continues. “I had it all planned out. There was a moment. I had a window of opportunity when I knew we would arrest you but no one had said it out loud yet. I almost came here to take you away with me.”

Maura puts everything she has into repressing a shiver at Jane’s choice of words. She wets her lips and chooses her words carefully. 

“That would have been foolish, Jane. I wouldn’t want you to blow up your life if I’d committed a crime.” 

“You hadn’t committed a crime, though.” 

“If you wanted to run away, I think you might have been worried that I had.” 

Jane very firmly shakes her head no. “I didn’t think you did it, but I was worried we couldn’t prove it without you. And as good as Susie is, I don’t think we could have if you hadn’t helped from jail.” She looks over at Maura, making sustained eye contact for the first time since she started talking. “I never believed you did it, Maur. Not for one second.” The look in Jane’s eyes is fierce and Maura has no choice but to believe her. “But even if you had, I wouldn’t care.”

“Jane, are you seriously saying you wouldn’t care if I’d killed that man?” Maura is already convinced but she cannot help the thrill she gets from making Jane insist further. 

“I know you, Maura.” Jane looks irritated. “It would have been self-defense. Just like the movie.” 

Maura tilts her head to one side. “I mean, it wasn’t really. Louise had already rescued Thelma and there was no longer an immediate threat of harm. Louise was right to run from the law; she would certainly have been found guilty.”

Jane frowns and Maura knows the moral debate that wages internally. Maura remembers the Massachusetts Marathon and Jane’s comment about wanting to allow the killer to finish the job. She remembers how Jane wasn’t especially bothered when they couldn’t figure out which teenage girl had actually murdered their rapist driver's education instructor and instead had to let them all go free. She remembers Charles Hoyt. 

“Louise didn’t have to kill him,” Jane concedes. “But he deserved it.”

“But she committed a crime,” Maura says. “Sometimes you have to.” Jane folds her arms across her chest once again and shrugs. “If Ma had given me that recording, I would have gotten rid of it. I wouldn’t have thought twice.” 

“And then what, Jane? You would have had a felony conviction. You wouldn’t have been able to work as a detective. Any good job would have been difficult to find.”  It’s incredibly stupid, but Maura is aroused by the notion that Jane would throw away her life’s work for her. She absolutely hates it when Jane behaves recklessly but it also, quite unfortunately, makes her hot. 

Jane grins wryly. “I guess I was banking on my super rich best friend taking care of me after I went to jail for her.” 

“I would,” Maura says quickly. Perhaps too quickly, judging by the sharp arch of Jane’s eyebrow, but she can hardly help it. Maura is involved in a wide range of charitable endeavors, but given the opportunity, turning Jane Rizzoli into a kept woman would barrel into first place as her number one most devoted cause. The idea of living with Jane, taking care of Jane, dressing Jane is almost too much to bear. Against her better judgment she indulges for just a moment and a vignette plays in her mind of having Jane fitted for a bespoke suit, of tucking some spending money into the breast pocket with a kiss and a wink. She looks down into her wine glass and finishes the rest in one long swallow, hoping that the stain of red she can feel across her cheeks will pass as being flushed from alcohol. 

Seemingly oblivious (or perhaps willfully ignorant) to the elaborate domestic and financial fantasy playing out in Maura’s mind, Jane continues. 

“Besides, if I’d trashed it, the only person who could have ratted me out was my mother. She wouldn’t do that to me.” Jane scowls. “And she shouldn’t have done that to you. You’re her family.” 

Maura considers making a glib remark about how in Massachusetts there’s one very easy way to make that last statement factually true, but humour isn’t her strong suit and now is not the time to flub the landing on a joke. 

“So does that make me Louise? Since I was the one at risk of going to prison?”

“What?” Jane looks sincerely offended. “I’m obviously Louise.” 

“I don’t know, Jane,” Maura muses. “You’re the tall one.” 

“Yeah, Maur. That’s definitely the defining quality we should use to determine this. Please be real.” 

Sure, Maura can be real. She gives Jane a long look.

“You know, Louise kisses Thelma.” 

Jane goes quiet.

Maura decides she’s had enough.  She’s been up at the edge of this cliff too many times and she’s never hit the gas. She places her wine glass down and in one swift move she gets to her knees on the couch, pivots on one leg, then swings her other over Jane’s thighs to take a seat on her lap. It’s a risky maneuver but it has the benefit of pinning Jane in place, which is always a difficult task. 

Jane looks up in surprise and goes very still. 

Maura doesn’t move either. 

She thinks about the time she had gone hiking in the French alps and came face to face with a deer. It had been an incredible experience to see one up close, the European red deer much larger and more majestic than its North American counterpart. Maura had frozen immediately upon seeing it and the deer had slowly approached her, but then Maura had ruined everything by reaching for her camera. She wouldn’t be making that mistake again. 

After several agonizing moments, Jane unfolds her arms and places her hands on the outside of Maura’s thighs, just below her hips. Maura can feel Jane’s hands tense, as if about to take a firm hold. She briefly wonders if she has miscalculated and Jane is about to direct her out of her lap, but then Jane’s hands relax. 

Their relationship is strange enough that if Maura simply dismounts without anything else happening, they can probably pretend this didn’t happen and continue on exactly as they have been. 

“I read that it wasn’t in the original screenplay,” Maura says conversationally, just as she would if she wasn't straddling Jane. “Did you know that? It was Susan Sarandon’s idea, allegedly. It was the final shot on the final day of filming and Sarandon said to Geena Davis, ‘you know, I’d really like to kiss you.’”

Maura places her hands on Jane’s stomach. Jane has leaned her head back against the couch and is staring intently at Maura with dark, unreadable eyes. She hasn’t spoken a word. Maura wonders if Jane is also employing interrogation tactics or if she truly has nothing she wants to say. 

“So no one planned for it,” Maura continues, her voice just a little bit softer than before. She looks down at her hands, splaying out her fingers against Jane’s abdomen. She can tell Jane is flexing, can feel that glorious muscle definition beneath her fingertips. Is Jane doing it for her benefit? She doesn’t resume speaking until she feels Jane relax again. “No one had in mind that they would kiss when the script was written, or when they started casting it; it didn’t occur to anyone almost the entire time they were filming. It was just a story about two best friends.”

Maura looks up from her hands and is almost surprised to find Jane still looking right at her. She was expecting awkwardness and avoidance by this point. It makes Maura a little more brave and she forges ahead. 

“I think it’s still a tremendous film, even if the kiss doesn’t happen.  If it’s a movie about female friendship, about two women who protect each other at all costs—I think that’s a special, wonderful movie.” Maura pauses just a moment before continuing. “But you know what, Jane?” 

It takes Jane so long to respond that Maura sincerely wonders if she might not do it at all. But eventually Jane’s lips part and her voice emerges as barely more than a wisp of smoke, delivering the first word she’s spoken in several minutes. 

“What?” 

Maura takes a deep breath through her nose. 

“I like that they kiss.” 

Maura tries her hardest to maintain eye contact but despite her best efforts, her gaze drops to Jane’s lips and she licks her own. 

Jane doesn’t respond, doesn’t move. 

Maura is undeterred. 

“I like that they could have everything they had with each other, and then just a little bit more,” she says, drawing her eyes back up to Jane’s. “I don’t think it alters the movie at all. It doesn’t recontextualize everything that came before it. They’re the same two people they were before it happened because the kiss just makes sense. It just…fits.” 

Maura thinks it’s really quite obvious what she’s doing but Jane continues to stare at her with that indecipherable look in her eyes and Maura’s trying not to panic because she is way out on this limb. She has been sitting in Jane’s lap for several minutes now and in that entire time Jane has uttered one single word. 

“I’d really like to know what you think about it, Jane,” Maura says quietly. “Do you think it improved the film? Or do you think the story would have been just fine the way it was?” She wants this to be a genuine hypothetical question, but she knows that a little bit of sadness takes root in her voice when she offers Jane the escape route. 

Instead of a response to her question, Maura feels Jane’s abdominal muscles tighten beneath her fingers, announcing the other woman’s intention to sit up just a split second before it’s happening. Maura quickly removes her hands from Jane’s stomach, lest they get trapped between their bodies, and wonders if this is a signal that she should get off. She must also have tensed up in preparation for movement, because Jane’s hands quickly slide around from Maura’s upper thigh to grip the swell of her ass, pulling her close, unambiguously holding Maura in place against her torso. 

Maura’s arms need to go somewhere, so she leans her arms on Jane’s shoulder, her forearms crossed at the wrist behind Jane’s head.

With anyone else, the intimacy of this position would send a crystal clear message, but Maura has been forced to write off so many other situations as platonic that she is somehow still afraid of moving too quickly. 

“Why do you think Louise kisses Thelma?” Jane asks. 

If it weren’t for how close they are, which is very, Maura would be irritated that Jane has answered a question with another question. She’s really not in the mood for the Socratic method, but Jane’s face is tilted up at hers and their mouths are close enough that she can almost feel the pop of Jane’s consonants against her lips, so she decides to let it slide. 

“I think Louise had no other way left to express what she was feeling. She’d already killed a man to let out what was inside of her, so what else was left but a kiss?” Maura is aware she might be flying too close to the sun now, implying a similarity between Louise killing Harlan and Jane killing Hoyt. They never really talked about it, but despite her aversion to speculation Maura is pretty certain that Jane killed Hoyt as much for Maura as for herself. Maura looks carefully into Jane’s eyes, which stare at her so seriously, pupils blown out so far as to look almost entirely black. She can feel the rise and fall of Jane’s steady breathing where their chests are pressed together, while her own is halting. She wonders how Jane can possibly be so calm. 

“I also think…” Maura continues carefully. “I think perhaps Louise was always drawn to Thelma, but maybe she didn’t understand exactly in what way, or maybe she did and she was worried it was one-sided. But then at the end, when she sees that Thelma would rather have one more moment of freedom with Louise than turn back, she finally knows.” Maura draws one hand back from around Jane’s neck to ever so gently cradle her jaw, brushing the pad of her thumb just below Jane’s lower lip. 

But you know I don’t like to guess,” Maura says softly and she catches just the faintest hint of a smile across Jane’s features, barely more than the slightest crinkle around her eyes. “What do you think, Jane?”

“I think Louise waited too long.” 

Jane closes the negligible distance between them, the hair’s breadth that is both insignificant and profound, and presses her lips to Maura’s. 

It is nothing short of spectacular. Better than any kiss that tastes like red wine and stovetop popcorn has a right to be. A jolt of arousal travels up Maura’s spine and her head spins. Jane’s lips are softer than Maura expected they would be, considering she’s never seen the woman apply lip balm in all the years she’s known her, and she had been so sure it would be hesitant but Jane is kissing her confidently, with intent.

To her enormous chagrin, Maura is out of breath bare seconds into the kiss, her nerves rendering her breathing too shallow, but she presses on until her lungs absolutely scream for oxygen and she’s forced to pull away. Right away she’s terrified that somehow this will be the only kiss and she has cut it short because she couldn’t regulate her breathing, a task so simple that a body does it subconsciously. She is suddenly at war with her autonomic nervous system. 

She pulls in a broken, shuddering breath and it is so loud and she is so worried about letting on how much this means to her, how badly she has wanted it, because it seems impossible that the intensity won’t scare Jane away. Maura is absolutely, unequivocally desperate for it but if she has to pretend this is just a little kissing between best friends she’ll do it, just to have this for a moment. 

She considers trying to make a joke, demonstrating that this really is no big deal, but before she can do anything that stupid Jane’s right arm is wrapping tightly around her waist and her left hand is in Maura’s hair, around to the back of her head, drawing her back down for another kiss. This time Maura manages to take a deep breath. 

Surely, now, she can stop pretending that this isn’t everything she wants in the world. She winds her arms tightly around Jane as they tilt their heads in complimentary directions, deepening the kiss. Jane’s hand slips beneath the hem of Maura’s shirt, presses her palm against her bare back, and Maura parts her lips in surprise. Jane slips in, her tongue caressing and withdrawing in an evocative rhythm that truly leaves Maura no choice but to moan into Jane’s mouth and grind her pelvis against Jane’s stomach. 

Jane draws back and Maura makes no effort to hide her whimper at the loss. Jane’s eyes search hers questioningly, except Maura has no idea exactly what question Jane is trying to ask. She gives every possible answer she can think of. 

“Yes. All of it. Everything. Since always.”

“Are you sure?” 

Jane’s voice is hoarse. Maura isn’t sure if she’s quoting the movie on purpose but the dialogue certainly fits, because once Jane drives their car off this cliff, there will be no turning back and Jane needs to be certain. 

“Yes, Jane,” Maura laughs breathlessly. “Yes.” 

She lowers her face to Jane’s and just barely touches their lips together. It’s not quite a kiss. Maura just wants Jane to feel her next words as much as she hears them.

“Let’s keep going.”

[v3nusxsky]

Hellooooooooo love! I have a prompt idea for an agere fic for you.

Idea: Larissa and r have been dating for a while. They live together, r being an English teacher (an extremely talented and beautiful English teacher). Anywho, it's a Friday and the school is crazy because it'd almost the weekend and that means no teachers and all fun. That morning, r woke up with a headache, like someone who hitting them in the back of their head. They new they needed to regress and Larissa noticed too and suggested it. But, r being the stubborn one she is, refused and got ready for her classes. All throughout the day r's headache kept getting worse and she was so thankful when the bell rang signaling the end of the school day. Just before r was going to leave Larissa showed up, took r's things and they walked back to their rooms together. Once there, r saw that Larissa had gotten everything ready for her. All her stuffies were out, her coloring books and utensils were out. R's favorite stuffy and blanket and sippy were layed out on the bed ready for r. After setting her stuff down Larissa turns to r and tells her it's okay to slip, and she'll be there to take care of her and make sure she is comfortable. R ends up feeling comfortable to slip, and Larissas little bunny comes out. Then, for the rest of the night Larissa and r (bunny) color, eat snacks and drink from her sippy (coke) and watch some TV or movies r likes. At the end of the night they get ready for bed and r snuggles up to Larissa and Larissa just holds her and whispers sweet praises into r's hair as she falls asleep.

I hope this makes sense, love, and obviously, you are free to add anything or take away anything as you see fit. Thank you, darling 😘

Little bunny

*Authors note~more Agere to start getting in the swing of writing and posting. Lots of stuff happening people coming in and out of my life, things changing left right and centre smut will be coming soon I hope I'm just hoping for the courage to post these. These were pre written a few days ago but I haven’t had the confidence to write something new yet*

Trigger warnings~ little r cg Larissa stubbornness headache sickness (vomiting) dizziness

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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Larissa always tells you that you're stubborn. That is just a plain fact yet you refuse to admit it. Living with you for a year and being together for three meant Larissa had got quite good at knowing when you needed to regress. Most of the time your regressing would be triggered by anxiety or trauma dates. And the Friday where classes would happen before parents arrived for parent's weekend was filled with nothing but anxiety and stress. Morticia Addams would be attending and after the last time it was safe to say the weekend would be anything but enjoyable.

Larissa knew that when you woke up you had a headache, the way you squinted at the slither of light entering the room, or the way you scrunched your nose up in defeat. The small yet pained whimper you let free was the final clue. Yet you still insisted on pretending you were fine and you'd carry out your classes like nothing was wrong despite the sensation of being beaten with a bat. So you picked up your chosen books for todays lessons which were all based on Shakespearean Tragedies such as Romeo and Juliet and Macbeth and headed to your classroom with a kiss to your lover. You'd be fine, you had to be. Slipping here and now would be inappropriate.

As the day trickled on, your headache grew to the point it was throbbing as if you were being repeatedly beaten with a spiked baseball bat. But you'd pushed on despite the anxiety induced dizziness and sickness the headache was bringing on. Larissa must have had a sixth sense with you as she ended up in your classroom at the end of the day to see you leant over the trash can as a particular bout of dizziness which left you feeling rather sick. At least this time all you that happened was a feeling. Somehow, you and Larissa silently made your way to your joint bedroom where you were met with the sight of your stuffies lining the bed, colouring books pens and pencils laid out on the bed along with your favourite bunny blanket and sippy cup.

Tears sprang into your eyes at the thoughtfulness your lover showed and even when she turned to face you, taking the items from your hands to cup your cheek, "go ahead darling it's all for you. I'll be right here with you okay?" She murmured before placing a sweet kiss to your forehead. Being in her arms and cared for in such a gentle way had you finally giving into your regression. "Hello little bunny" she murmured causing you to giggle and blow kisses to the blonde. "Mommaaaaaa" you giggled happily as the blonde kissed all over your face, enjoying seeing you pain free for the first time all day. "That's right bunny. Momma got your colours out little darling shall we?" She put on her formal accent which caused you to giggle even more and nodded.

You happily sat with the blonde colouring together, you doing your best to focus your little mind on staying in the lines and Larissa allowing a few moments of relaxation from her stressful week while watching you. Only when you flushed a bright red colour from embarrassment at your stomach making noises. "Food time for my bunny baby" she informed and you pouted, "sippy momma?" A quick pointed look from your momma had a "Pwease" tumbling from your lips following your request. "Water bunny?"

"No!" You stomped your foot before you even realised what your done. "Coke Pwease I sowrry momma" you whimpered before standing to give her a hug. "Thank you bunny why don't you go finish your picture for momma and I'll grab us something yummy okay?" You nodded happily returning to your colouring. Larissa then simply grab your desired snack and sippy before returning to the bed where she would turn the television on and allow you to snuggle into her warmth. It wasn't long before you were dozing off against the blonde and she immediately began your bed time routine during regression. That was how you found yourself in your bunny nightshirt and some sleep shorts with Larissa praising and cooing into your beautiful soft hair. "Nini momma" you sleepily mumbled as you drifted off to sleep. Not before she murmured a "night my bunny" to you.

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[cyberframework-core]

A New Years Kiss

What follows is tale about a depraved New Years party and one girl's new take on life.

This work contains nsfw topics and is 18+ in nature.

Kinks touched on in this story include:

Exhibitionism, Orgy, Gangbang, Corruption, Free Use

This story can also be found as a unique page on my blog!

Read it there, or simply click below and enjoy!

Three days to the new year…

Nowhere to go.

No one to be with.

Sat alone at a bar was an interesting figure, interesting to David and Janet.

Vibrant purple hair, cut in a bob.

A fitting little club dress, shimmering as the lights shifted throughout the room.

Sighing between sips, a phone screen lighting up repeatedly, never a notification to be seen.

Music was blaring through the air, and an unending flow of voices formed muddled conversations that swirled around chaotically.

One drink… two… three… more…

Losing count, yet another was ordered, and as the song shifted, a new face took seat directly to the right.

"What are you having?" A stranger's voice inquired.

"Started with margaritas… just tequila now.

As the bartender placed a newly poured glass down, the stranger spoke again "I'll take what she's having, thanks."

"This is a pretty high energy place right now, so what's got you seeming so down?" the stranger pushed.

"What's it matter? Clearly I'm alone, ever think I want to be?" our person of interest replied.

"Checking your phone every 30 seconds? Honey, if you want to be alone, then I want to have a broken neck."

Another figure sat to the left. "Whisky, straight."

"So hun, got a name? Something I can call you while we chat?" The voice to the right pushed further.

"Just… fine…

I'm tired of my life, tired of who I am, so you know what, just call me fucking Nova, let me start fresh."

"Well then, hi there, Nova. Name's Janet. I'm sorry for intruding but it's not often you find someone all alone at the bar like this unless they're in need of a talk."

And so it was that Nova vented, drunkenly expressing her want to start new.

She and Janet chatted for what felt like hours, and David sat listening to the left all the while.

And when Janet got up to use the restroom, Nova turned and looked at him.

"So, you two related or something? You've been sitting here listening for a while now."

"Ah, apologies, Nova. I find I have more restraint than my… sister, yes. It was a bit off just standing around all on my own once she came over and started chatting you up. David, by the way."

Nova, knowing well the feeling of loneliness that a bustling bar can bring when you've got no one with you, simply shook her head and took a deep breath.

"So, you heard my rants to your sis, got any input?"

David only chuckled behind his hand before responding. "I'll tell you what, meet me outside the local park tomorrow at 7:30 and I'll take you to dinner. Then neither of us will need to feel so lonely, hmm? Or would you rather I pick you up?"

As Nova scrawled her number and address down on a bar napkin, Janet waltzed by, hand brushing on David's shoulders, walking straight out of sight without returning, but Nova didn't notice a thing.

Two days until the new year.

Somewhere to go.

Someone to be with.

Nova sat in the lobby of her apartment building, donning an elegant, fitting black dress.

The slit up her leg revealed her lace-patterned stockings, but kept the garter-belt holding them up hidden.

Her lipstick perfectly matched her hair, and the soft skin of her back lay exposed, awaiting her jacket to keep warm.

Her legs were crossed, one bouncing up and down as she checked the time.

7:32…

"Nova, you look wonderful. Shall we?"

She glanced up, finding an outstretched hand and a smile.

At the restaurant, the two sat.

"How'd you know I love sushi?" Nova asked, glancing up from the menu.

"I just thought you'd look wonderful wi… sorry, um… let's call it a good guess."

Nova's brow rose inquisitively, "You're going to finish that thought, right?"

"Once we have our food, I'll speak as openly as you wish." David jested in response.

With plates before them, and a miniature bamboo boat-load of sushi between them, they began their feast.

As Nova filled and emptied her sake once more, she smiled playfully. "So… finish that thought? I'm dying to know the truth."

David took a deep breath and admitted some times Nova was certainly not expecting to hear. After all, who admits on a first date that their a depraved pervert?

"Looking at you last night, I thought you'd look absolutely perfect laid out with a banquet of fresh sushi on your bare body. I know… I know… I won't be offended if you leave now. I'll even call you a cab if you'd like."

"Nyotaimori." Nova said with a smirk, "I'm looking for a new life, that one could be fun" she giggled.

The night continued, with periodic lewd remarks followed by childish giggles.

Nova told herself one thing before leaving her apartment, "The new me says yes."

And she held that mantra to heart, and it made her feel happier than she had been in quite some time.

"You know, I'll be hosting a New Years party tomorrow… do you have any plans?" David's inquiry shot straight into Nova's heart.

"N…no…" she said sorrowfully.

"Come then, you'd be a wonderful addition to the party!"

And with that, she spoke her mantra aloud, "The new me says yes, so yea, just give me the time and place and I'll be there."

And so, David provided the details. His address, starting at 9PM, and wear anything "or nothing," so long as you're comfortable.

New Years Eve.

A party to prepare for.

Countless eyes to show ones new self to.

8:20, Nova scrambled to finish getting ready.

She thought to herself "Wear anything so long as I'm comfortable…"

She thought of who the new her was… she had given herself a new name without so much as a thought, but when it came to actually defining "who is Nova," she was struggling.

"I am Nova. I say yes. I am happy. I don't overthink or stress!"

With those words spoken nude before a mirror, she grabbed what just felt right, and was ready in mere moments.

Her purple bob-cut barely revealed the glistening black cage earrings gracing her ears.

Lips glistened with a glossy purple sheen as she glanced in the mirror.

Her choice of eyeliner made her near-indigo eyes pop.

Her black, fine-mesh crop-top swung loosely as she turned, her pierced nipples visible…

"Nova doesn't need a bra… right?" She thought to herself, before stopping with the reminder to let instinct take hold.

She snagged a small black vinyl skirt and thigh-highs to keep her legs at least somewhat warm.

On went her long, heeled boots, followed by her warm winter coat.

Finally, a choker snug around her throat helped her feel secured.

She checked over herself.

Phone in her clutch, cards, but is this who Nova is?

"If I'm going to be a new person, I need to do things I'd never have done before…" She said quietly, but without hesitation.

She stepped back into her bedroom and did something daring.

Off slipped her generic black panties.

On slid her deep purple, lacey ass-less thong.

And with a little aid from her own spit, in slid her purple jewelled plug.

"Daring and sexy. This is Nova!" She said with a smile, putting her coat back on and hurrying down to catch a cab.

As the door to David's apartment opened, Nova took a deep breath. This was it, her new year, her new life.

Janet spoke loudly, "NOVA! So glad you could come! And ooh, such a hot look, I love it!"

"Where's David?" Nova asked hesitantly, wondering if this was a mistake.

"Oh, he's just down at the service entrance helping get the catering up. He'll be here momentarily!"

Nova glanced around, she certainly was making a statement with her outfit, but she was comforted in seeing that many of the other women there were also wearing somewhat revealing clubbing outfits.

But Janet… her figured was enhanced by an elegant silver dress, glistening in the light with each step.

As the minutes passed, David finally arrived, greeting Nova with a kiss, which caused Janet to gasp slightly before giggling.

"Come with me for a moment, there's something we need to discuss." David's tone was strict and direct, and made Nova's heart flutter.

She followed close, holding his hand like a schoolgirl in love, blind to her surroundings.

Into a dark room they entered, and the door closed behind.

Lights on.

There Nova stood, David to her right, Janet to her left, both smiling bright.

"Thank you so much for joining us tonight, did David tell you what he was hoping to see from you tonight?" Janet said peacefully.

Nova was confused, but answered without hesitation, "I just said yes when he asked, so here I am, the new me!"

Janet shook her head and glanced to David, "Really? Keeping her in the dark?"

David chuckled, "Timing, dear. Timing. You see, Nova… You're beautiful, and I'm sure you know well after last night that I'd love to fuck your sweet little brains out, but I did lie… or well, she did, I merely maintained that lie. Janet is my wife."

David continued to explain how Janet first noticed Nova, wanted her.

The two expressed how their odd little relationship goes, but Nova's head was swirling, was this new her already crumbling?

She sat down, and David and Janet knelt by her sides.

"This 'new you'… what is it she needs?" David asked warmly.

"Fun… to not think… you know… I fucking wore a plug in my ass because 'Nova' is a sexy fucking slut who doesn't care! I don't care… So what do you two pervs want?"

She spoke with aggression, with sorrow, but with determination to prove herself.

"Well… if you're willing, would you care to be tonight's entertainment? Janet would normally, but something tells me you'll make this party unforgettable." David said calmly, his eyes looking deep into Nova's… he was being genuine.

From 9 to 10.

From 10 to 11.

The party went on.

Drinks were plenty, food was enjoyed, guests were all worked up from the music… and knowing that "entertainment" starts at 11.

10:55, Nova was nowhere to be found.

And as the bell tolled the eleventh hour, the music faded, the lights dimmed, and out from the upper hall strutted Nova.

Confidence on her face.

David's cum already leaking down from around her plug.

Janet's juices making her lipstick glisten more than ever.

And as she stepped up to the center of the room, David took the mic and addressed the crowd.

"Tonight, my dear guests, your entertainment is going to blow your mind.

So gather round, enjoy the show, and make sure to thank our sweet little Nova however you please."

Time faded, the world faded, pleasure… pleasure… pleasure.

Nova's memory would be adrift, whenever she thinks back, she remembers someone putting a gag between her lips.

She recalls to feeling of countless loads of fresh cum flooding through her holes.

She can feel the grip of hands on her soft skin, leaving imprints as the grunts of two men fill the air, just as her ass and mouth felt filled.

She longs for what segments of memory she lacks, longs to know how thoroughly she was used.

But all she can recall is that she was amazing entertainment, and was left feeling broken in the best ways possible…

But as for the now, there was one woman on top of Nova.

Arms and legs bound to the table legs.

Oversized strap pressing against her cervix.

She could feel the vibrations of a toy, but couldn't feel where it was.

The woman moaned, kissed Nova's cum soaked lips, and Nova felt wetness as the woman shuddered with pleasure.

"Fuck yea, squirt all over that whore!" A man's voice rang out from behind the woman, he had been thrusting deep inside the other guest without Nova even knowing.

Nova felt groggy, and as the rubber cock pulled from her sore, stretched hole, silence fell once more.

"We are in the final five minutes of the year. Everyone, check your tickets."

"Tickets" Nova thought, unable to speak.

All around her guests pulled out raffle tickets, and on the makeshift stage, David pulled one from a jar, stepped over to the used, cum-soaked doll that was Nova, and with a sharpie in hand, wrote out a serial number before untying her.

He walked her back to their makeshift stage and presented her, reading the number aloud.

No one cheered, only sighs.

Then a hand raised and voice called out, "THAT'S MINE!

Everyone clapped as a new face stepped forth.

"WILLIAM! EVERYBODY, WILLIAM IS THE LUCKY WINNER!" David cheered, the crowd responded.

"Winner… what's the…" Nova's question was cut short, Janet had placed hands on her shoulders and leaned in, whispering.

"Every year we hold a raffle for who gets to take fill up the entertainment at midnight. Maybe you'll even find yourself staying with him if he's lucky. Like an owned prize of a whore." She giggled and kissed Nova's dripping cheek.

Nova's mind felt broken, body felt used… she took a deep breath, stepped up to William and looked him in the eyes.

"Before you take me…" Nova said hesitantly. She gestured for the microphone.

David handed it over and Nova's voice rung out for all to hear clearly.

"Before this week, I hated myself.

But I decided to start new.

Everything new… but I couldn't escape the past until now.

William, you've won the raffle… so William… sir… you've won more than a hole to fill at midnight.

You've won a doll.

Break me.

Ruin me.

Shape me how you please.

Just promise me that you'll rip away everything I once was and give me a wholly new life, and I will love you."

As the crowd counted down the seconds…

As the fireworks burst out the window…

As the new year began…

Nova knew she had found a new life, a new purpose, a new everything…

As William skull-fucked her in front of everyone, he gripped her hair, looked down and mouthed something unheard in the commotion.

And while Nova could never read lips, she knew in her heart what he had said, and as the light in her eyes flickered from lack of air, she felt her whole self shudder with an orgasm like she'd never experienced.

And as she fell into sleep, losing consciousness while being taken, she felt at peace.

"Who needs a simple New Years kiss when you can find yourself with a throbbing cock forced between your drooling lips?"

That became Nova's New Years mantra for every year since.

[emetogirl]

So I had a terrifying night. But I also threw up a lot so I might as well tell you all about it

I don’t drink often, and when I do, it’s never in excess, so when this happened it really freaked me out. I had just a couple of drinks but hadn’t eaten anything all day, so it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was with friends and we were making dinner together. Within an hour, I was throwing up in the bathroom, with one friend holding me and rubbing my back, and the other two standing in the doorway and talking about what they should do with me. As time passed on I became less responsive and started to pass out and they thought about taking me to the hospital, but decided it wasn’t bad enough and that they could just take care of me. I remember feeling overwhelmingly awful at this point, it was just terrible and disorienting. Instead of staying at my studio apartment where it would be hard to keep an eye on me because it was so small and cramped, they decided to take me to my friend’s house to sleep it off. I had to be carried to the car, and then my friend called her boyfriend to help carry me inside her house and get me settled. I remember throwing up in the car several times into a tiny trash can we had taken with us and feeling like my stomach just kept heaving non stop. When I got out of the car, I immediately stumbled and almost fell, and my friend’s boyfriend caught me and picked me up in both of his arms to bring me inside. I remember my head just lulling against his arm and feeling too sick to lift it back up. Once we got inside, he helped lay me on the couch and put a trash can by my head, which I immediately dry heaved into. When I was done I laid back and started feeling really odd and detached. I blacked out for a minute, and when I came to my friend and her boyfriend were holding my head in place and had pulled the pillow out from beneath me. Apparently I had had a small seizure (I have epilepsy) while on the couch, which was REALLY scary to have happen while drunk. When I woke up from the seizure I actually felt more with it, which is strange, and they were able to wrap me up in a blanket and I sat up for a moment. They said they had never seen my face look so white before, and I believed them. I was so cold and just shivering constantly. My stomach ached furiously, and I knew I’d be throwing up again soon. I asked if I could just move to her bathroom and lay there, but they told me they’d rather me stay on the couch in case I had another seizure. They got a trash can ready for me when I felt like throwing up again. In the meantime we watched a show and my friend’s boyfriend ordered some pizza. About 30 minutes later, he left to pick it up, and that’s also when the nausea kicked into overdrive. Even though I had a trash can right next to me, I got up and walked to the bathroom, and my friend followed. Kneeling down, I heaved over the toilet hard. After the third gag I finally brought up a tiny splash of mostly stomach acid at this point. My belly didn’t feel any better afterwards, and my mouth continued to water excessively. My belly caved and I threw up again, another tiny mouthful. My stomach convulsing, I heaved repeatedly after, with tiny splashes of puke hitting the water with each retch until nothing was coming up at all, but my stomach kept clenching anyways. Eventually, the heaves tapered off, and I flushed and leaned back. My friend gave me some water to rinse my mouth out in the sink with and then helped me lay down in her lap for a moment. When I felt ready, she guided me back to the couch and I laid down. After puking, I actually felt a lot better and accepted some water. When her boyfriend returned with food, I even took a few bites of pizza, but it sat heavily in my stomach. I spent the rest of the night in a nauseous, dizzy haze, with my friends taking good care of me. They are the best and I don’t deserve them.

I don’t know why I ended up with alcohol poisoning, because I only had a few drinks, but I think I just haven’t been eating enough lately and hadn’t eaten enough beforehand. It was a super scary experience and I can guarantee I won’t be touching alcohol for a long time.

[nat111love]

Hii, what is your analysis of Tommy and Lizzie's relationship in S6? Many Lizzie fans say that he forgot about Grace and fell in love with Lizzie, I saw the opposite.

Hey nonnnie!!!

Season 6 tells you everything you need to know about tommy’s love life, and by everything , l mean EVERYTHIIIIIIIING!!!!

Ok, here’s my opinion below:

1. I want to start by pointed out the fact that, that season 6 has once and for all finally put to the rest the debate on whether or not tommy was in love with lizzie. The fandom has been saying for years that tommy was never in love with grace, but the idea of grace. And that the woman he loved, the one he’s been in love with  since the beginning of peaky blinders was lizzie_The fandom claims that he only treated her the way he did, because he loved her and was afraid of his feelings for her ,and that’s also the reason he wouldn’t let her in( And by treated her the way he did, l mean disrespecting her on a regular basis, repeatedly cheating on her as if he was deprived sexually, always putting her last, treating her like a disposable partner or an object he owns )....

News-fucking-flash

this was never a debate ( nor  facts, just wishful thinking ) and tommy was never and is not in love with lizzie. Grace was tommy’ love and his chance for happiness, and when she died that chance died with her .

2. This whole season was a reminder, a confirmation and a sum up of everything we already knew about tommy’ and lizzie’ dynamic. A reminder of Lizzie’ unrealistic expectations in her marriage, a further confirmation of tommy’ inability to be a faithful husband to lizzie and give her the love, attention and respect she desperately wanted from him...basically it was a season 5  sum up with different or subtle nuances and contexts.

3. This season to me is a clear affirmation that tommy was never in love with lizzie, and that he can never give her what she’s always wanted and expected from him which is his love and undivided attention. He was never home, never there for her when she needed him, he didn’t support her emotionally when she needed him most( after ruby’s death), and was constantly cheating on her. He cheated on her several times in season 5, we saw him cheating on her this season with a brunette when he was in Boston, and we also saw him cheating on her with mosley’ fiancé,  diana... That man cheated on her throughout their marriage. And why’s that ?!  

Because that’s not the woman he really wanted to be with... his heart  didn’t choose her!!!

Because he settled for lizzie, he sought replacements for the emotional connection he didn’t have with her. Mistresses (cheating on her), work, and  his favorite thing was spending his time away( trips) ,since he stopped drinking and doing opium...He became addicted to anything that filled the gap within him. And that’s why he couldn’t stop cheating on lizzie, working...Lizzie understandably felt lonely and unhappy in her 7/8 years marriage with tommy, and how could she not ? When she was the only one emotionally invested in their relationship .

4. Tommy realized that lizzie didn’t deserve the pain he put her through and learned to respect her. That’s why he was nicer and more respectful of her this season than he was in the previous seasons, and why he tried to honor his marriage to some extent. Because she’s familly and he cares about her, he tried to give her more attention ( but still kept it superficial ), e.g. when lizzie wrapped both of her hands around tommy’s to remind him that she was there and needed his attention too. Lizzie “Do you feel that, do you feel anything? You know you talk, as if you’re watching everything on a screen.” tommy “When we go home...when we go home, we’ll give the kids to frances , and then you and me will go to bed”  lizzie   “and I”ll be the next item, everything is on the list”. In that scene lizzie was again, trying to connect with a physically present but mentally absent tommy.

There are some things tommy did and said to lizzie because he believed that’s what he was supposed to do and say as her husband, and not because he wanted to do or say those things, that’s why lizzie called him out on ticking boxes, and why I believe he said the line “in this moment, in this room, I love you” line. And also , why lizzie herself didn’t believe that “love confession”.  

5. How can you fall in love with someone you’re unwilling to let in? Tommy’s subconcious and whole being categorically refused and still refuse to let lizzie in, several years after he said he’ll let her in sometimes. Lizzie in season 5  “and you let me in sometimes” tommy  “ I’ll let you in sometimes”,  season 6, four years later “you never let me in”. In 6X04 , we have tommy once again avoiding emotional connection and keeping lizzie at safe distance when he removed lizzie’s hand from his shoulder,  “not yet, not yet..”

( and this is a woman he’s known for 16 years...16 years during which they had an off and on “relationship”...16 years and he still wouldn’t let her in...not yet, not yet!!!) .

All she wanted was to feel close to him and all he wanted was to be left alone...and this was after their daughter’ death. That man is unwilling to emotionally bond with her, and you can’t be in love with a person you can’t emotionally connect with. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE!!!!

As I already said, tommy cared about lizzie, He loved her but wasn’t in love with her. He loved her the way he loved his family members. 

To put it in a nutshell ,

it was a family love and not a romantic love.

I’m not sure that there has been any point in the show where we’re meant to believe that tommy  was falling for lizzie…Ok, let me rephrase it ...

there hasn’t been any point in the show where we’re meant to believe that tommy was falling or fell for lizzie. 

We lived long enough( and by long enough I mean 6 seasons, 14 years) in tommy' and lizzie's dynamic to know that he was never in love with her and that, the supposed "love confession" was a lie, because it didn’t match tommy’s actions and behavior. And lizzie knew it too .  She’s known that man for 16 years, So she knows when he’s lying . That’s why she called him out on it "you sound like you’re ticking a fucking  box, and I don’t konw what’s inside the box . Never have you let me in. Even though I know the combination to the safe”. 

 SHE KNEW HE DIDN'T MEAN IT.

NONNIE THE SHOW IS OoooOOOVER!!

And it ended with 1.lizzie finally realizing that tommy wasn’t in love with her and that he will never love her like she loves him, 2. her walking away and recognizing that she deserved more than what he could offer.

IT IS CANON THAT TOMMY COULDN'T BE THE HUSBAND SHE DREAMED OF BECAUSE OF HIS EMOTIONAL UNAVAILABILITY.( everything that will happen in the movie is a bonus ). 

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟏𝟎 | 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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The soft, golden glow of lights above cast a warm ambience over the bar, creating a comforting retreat from the world outside. The air was filled with the soothing hum of chatter, clinking glasses, and the distant murmur of laughter. You're sitting on a worn leather stool, his hands slowly moving round and around repeatedly with the straw in your hand, eyes fixed on the door. Your eyes dart to your phone every two seconds, wondering if Annalise and Darios just forgot. You shiver slightly as another chilling breeze crawls up your bare legs, your denim skirt riding up your legs yet again. Annalise saw an opportunity for the three of you to get to know each other better. So here you were, a late Thursday night patiently waiting for them to arrive.

"Hey girl sorry we're late." You hear a familiar voice approaching you. The two friends had made it, 20 minutes late. Annalise pulls you in for a warm hug, her scent, a blend of warmth and freshness, mixing with the bar's fragrance of aged oak and various cocktails enters your nose. Not far behind, Darios saunters in, a leather jacket loosely sitting on his shoulders, his hair dishevelled from the wind. He pulls you in for a welcoming hug as well, the three of you now properly introduced.

"I don't know about you guys but I am in desperate need for a drink." Annalise states before leading the way and walking towards a booth which we all follow. The low, sultry notes of jazz or blues music drift from hidden speakers, providing the perfect soundtrack to the late-night meeting. "Ugh, I'm freezing." She groans once we're all seated at the wooden table, the cold wind more evident in this part of the bar with the windows wide open to air out the filled bar.

"Remember that time we got stuck at that cabin." Darios chuckles and his eyes meet Annalise's as they share a knowing look.

"Oh my God! So basically what happened was I found a discounted weekend hiking trip. We kind of had to hike up to our cabin then go back after. It was so long." She explains to you, rapt up in the story.

Darios let out a knowing laugh. "I still can't believe you agreed to go."

"I know, right? Anyways, we got up to our cabin, and there was like a snowstorm, so we were trapped."

Her face crinckles into a mock frown as Darius chimes in, "Annalise was crying because of how stressed she was."

"It didn't help when you kept talking about how we were gonna eat each other to stay alive," Annalise retorts.

Darios continues the story, "But anyways, it was really bad because we had no signal, so we kinda had to wait for the people who were in charge of the trip to count and realize that we were missing before they came to rescue us. Ever since then, Annalise has sworn to never hike again."

"So if you don't really like hiking why did you go in the first place?" You ask her, intrigued by their story.

"Because it was discounted." she replies seriously, with no trace of sarcasm or satire in her voice, it is probably the fact that she is so serious that makes you crack a smile. The atmosphere is lively, and the warm ambience of the bar seems to make you want to tell them your deepest dark secret.

"That reminds me of the time that me and my best firned waited after school to prank a teacher and it turns out we got locked int he school and I had to beg my mum into letting us out. Sh waas furious and I was grounded but looking back now it was so worth it." You laugh lightly at the fond memory, slightly missing your best friend, she's like your glue.

"Everytime you tells us a story it's always somethig really crazy, how mny lives have you lived?" Darios asks a little intruiged by your persona.

"RIght? I'm wondering what else has happened to you thta we should know about." Annalise asks, resting her head in her hands as she leans forward,

"Well-" You start off only to suddenly get cut off completely by a loud, collective gasp as all the people in the bar move out of one area. A clamour is created as glass shatters and chairs overturn.

"What's going on?" You ask them, stretching your neck further up in hopes of getting a better view.

"A fight." Darios answers trying to observe what is going on. The grim sound of punches being thrown and landing on jaws, faces, and stomachs seem to amplify over the music still being played in the background, which now sounds like an incoherent jumble of words. The two men wiggle off the staff members who attempted to break off their fight, instead the two wrestled each other deeper into the pub, people moving out of the way. Now that they're closer you can see the whole thing up close, it was a swirl of clenched fists, shuffling feet and crashing bottles as they swung each other around.

"This is totally so crazy." Annalise grins, sneaking a couple photos and videos on her phone, " What for memories?" she shrugs as you and Darios look at her dumbfounded. Another loud punch reverbs throughout the bar as the other holds his face in agony, blood spewing out and dripping all over the floor. Soon enough security arrives and guides the bloody and bruised men outside, breaking the fight. The chaos subsides and you blink yourself back into reality after being so immersed in the fight.

Darios's eyes are still glued to the spot the men once were, reliving the moment in his head, "Wasn't expecting this to happen tonight.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Carry On Chapter 2

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Chapter 1

Story Summary:

After the garden, the First Family has to find their way in the wider, more dangerous world. But Heaven and Hell aren't ready to leave them alone so Crawly and Aziraphale tag along. When Cain has the idea to sacrifice the best of his harvest to God, Abel also wishes to sacrifice the best of his lambs. God chooses Her favorite and the First Family is left to pick up the pieces as best they can.

Trigger Warnings: Aftermath of sibling death, suicidal character

This chapter shows Cain coming to terms with his past and building a new life for himself.

Word Count: 6k

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Over the next several days, Cain continued his refusal to speak. Crawly did everything he could to make the man eat and drink and rest, but unless he was about to collapse, Cain ignored it all.

The demon only tried to play Eve’s flute once. Cain had frozen at the sound of the first note before letting out a wordless scream and sprinting away as fast as he could. Crawly had to fly to keep up.

Crawly was at his wits end. Grief of this magnitude had been unheard of in Heaven before the War and after… Well, Hell didn’t much care if a demon was traumatized or not. Certainly, no one was going to comfort another demon.

One night within the first weeks of their exile, Cain was lying flat on his back staring at the sky. He had pushed himself too far, again, and just lay where he collapsed. Crawly hissed in frustration. “I’m going to get some water. I think there’s a river nearby.”

He got no reaction and left. As he walked, he started muttering under his breath as he had taken to doing whenever Cain was out of earshot. “You are heartless. How can You look at that man and think he deserves this? He should be with his parents. They should all be comforting each other. Or better yet, You shouldn’t have allowed it to get this far to begin with. But You never could leave well enough alone. Always demanding more and better. Telling everyone that our best isn’t good enough. What has that ever gotten You? Hell and demons? Your favorite creations kicked out of the garden? Your favorite human dead? Real great job there.”

He kept the litany of blasphemy up until he came to the river where he filled all the water skins. He made his way back to his companion falling silent as he neared.

Cain was now sitting upright, facing away from Crawly. He was doing something with his arms. Hitting himself in the chest maybe? “Cain? Are you all right?”

The man was making frustrated sounds as he continued to bang at his body, and Crawly sped up.

Once he could see the man, the skins fell to the ground. “Stop! Stop! What are you doing?”

Cain was taking a stone knife and repeatedly stabbing it into his chest. Each time he did, the blade pushed in, but when he pulled it away the cuts healed, so only a small trickle of blood stain Cain’s robes.

Crawly lept forward and tackled Cain to the ground, grabbing for the knife. Cain tried to hold on, but Crawly was far stronger and not weak from hunger and exhaustion and wrestled it free. “Stop it! Stop!” he shouted as he held the knife over his head and backed away from Cain.

Cain curled in on himself, crying again. “I just want to see him again! Why should I live if he’s dead?”

“You dying won’t change anything! It’ll just make your parents grieve for a second child!” He tucked the blade into his robes, miracling it so that Cain wouldn’t be able to take it back.

Carefully, he approached Cain and sat down next to him, putting his arm around the grieving man. Cain turned and hugged Crawly tight as he continued to cry. Crawly glared at the sky. If he had still been able to heal, all of this could have been avoided.

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The next several months were the hardest of Crawly’s existence, excluding the War and his Fall. Cain continued to try and kill himself any chance he could get. Crawly did his best to never leave Cain’s side, but the man wouldn’t get food or water unless Crawly forced it on him and often refused to even approach any food-bearing plant forcing the demon to either let him starve or leave him alone for a few minutes.

Crawly learned not to let them stop near cliffs or Cain would jump off them. They couldn’t linger near fast flowing rivers or he’d jump in and hope to be dashed against the rocks. Both of them were bruised, wet, and miserable after that incident. He tried to jump out of trees or provoke animals. Every time Crawly thought he’d tried everything, Cain would come up with something new. For the first time ever, Crawly hated someone’s imagination.

Each attempt was doomed whether Crawly was there or not, though. After all, God had cursed Cain. No one would ever be able to kill him. And that, apparently, included Cain himself. He would feel all the pain of the broken bones or bitten skin, but almost as soon as the injuries happened, they were gone.

Every day, Crawly attempted to convince Cain that Abel’s death wasn’t his fault. Every day he got more and more desperate for an end to this cycle. But he had no idea how to reach Cain and ended up just talking constantly about anything and everything he could think of. He talked about the stars and plants and how they were made. He told stories of the angels who made them. Through it all, he was lucky if Cain deigned to speak as many as half a dozen words a day.

One afternoon while Cain slept, Crawly saw a group of crows attacking a smaller songbird. Angrily, he chased off the bullies before taking the injured bird in his hands. The small thing was terrified, one eye missing and bleeding from too many wounds. She wouldn’t survive another ten minutes. He bit his lip and decided to try and see if he could figure out what was wrong with his healing powers. He was a Healer. The Healer. Certainly She couldn’t take that away from him, whatever Azrael said. He closed his eyes and sunk into his center so he could see his core. Inside him, his power presented as a bright green star, generating the powers all hellish and angelic beings has. Only it was shot through with Hellfire in a tangled mess. Before his fall, it had been mixed with Her golden grace and more beautiful than anything else he’d ever seen. But now it was scarred and burning. Still, he pulled forth a bit of power and sunk it into the bird, taking care to catalogue all her injuries. He waited until he was sure he knew exactly where the damage was and how to fix it before directing his power to heal.

Only for his hands to be cupped around a ball of flames.

He pulled back his power and the flames extinguished, but all he held were a handful of ashes that were already being blown away by the gentle breeze. He scattered the rest and miracled his hands clean before burying his face in them. He grew out his fangs and bit through his cheek to distract from the burning in his eyes. Why did Falling have to take even this from him? Why did his asking questions mean he was so unforgivable She had to steal his ability to heal?

He didn’t know how long he was sitting like that, mourning his stolen ability before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He startled and looked up to see Cain, his face worried. He forced a smile at the unspoken question and said, “I’m alright.”

Cain cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.

Crawly stood up and cracked half the bones in his spine and fingers before smirking at his human companion, pushing down all the despair. He couldn’t fall apart; Cain needed him. “Did you get enough rest? Want to keep moving?” Cain nodded and their travels continued. Only now, anytime Cain was sleeping, Crawly would examine a nearby plant or blade of grass and try to heal it.

All he left behind were patches of scorched earth and ashes.

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Eventually, over many years, Cain stopped seeking out new ways to try and kill himself. He realized it was a futile endeavor and gave up. Even more slowly, Cain started to open back up to Crawly. He was still a quiet man, but he would exchange entire sentences with the demon from time to time and Crawly allowed himself to relax his hypervigilance. He still stuck close and tried not to let Cain out of his sight for extended periods, but things were getting better.

As Cain slowly gave up, so did Crawly. He’d never touched another animal after the disaster with the bird, but he eventually stopped reaching out to damaged plants, too. Every time he reached for his power to create or heal, the Hellfire in it burned and destroyed. Nothing he did could stop it. Every night, he had to turn off his sense of smell before lighting a fire for Cain as the scent of smoke now made him sick. He dreaded the thought of getting a message from Hell requiring him to report in person. It hadn’t happened yet, thank Satan, but he wasn’t sure he could handle the sulfuric air.

God’s curse forcing Cain to wander meant they could never spend more than a few weeks in any location. If they lingered too long, Cain would grow restless and find himself walking away from camp, unable to force himself to return.

When they found themselves in a lush jungle a couple decades after beginning their journey, Crawly told Cain they were staying for a few weeks, which was the upper limit of time they could linger in a single location. The weather was delightfully warm and the amount of fruit and nut bearing plants meant Cain wouldn’t even have to try finding food.

Near their camp, a spring formed a large lake that fed into a river. When they found it the first day, Crawly initially thought they should move camp as a cliff rose out of one side of the lake, but it was barely a few handspans taller than Crawly and Cain hadn’t tried jumping off a cliff in years so he didn’t say anything.

They were nearing the spring to collect water one day when they heard an unusual sound. Both stopped immediately and Crawly asked, “What was that?”

Cain shrugged and they fell silent to see if it would repeat. Crawly even stopped breathing, a habit he’d picked up when he’d realized it made Adam and Eve uncomfortable when he didn’t.

Then they heard it again. It sounded like laughter. Human laughter. Crawly let his mouth fall open and looked over at Cain. Neither of them had seen or heard another person since the day Cain had been exiled decades ago.

Crawly’s shock turned to excitement and he grinned and started rushing forward to see who it could be when he realized Cain wasn’t following him. He turned around, brow furrowed, to see the man backing up, his face bloodless. “Cain? What’s wrong?”

“What if… what if it’s my parents? Even if it’s not, I killed Abel. Whoever it is will know the story. They’ll hate me.”

“First of all, you didn’t kill Abel; a rock did. And secondly, we don’t even have to approach them. Let’s just sneak up, spy on them through the leaves to figure out who it could be, then we can return to our camp and decide if we want to move on earlier than planned.”

Cain ignored the first part of the statement as Crawly knew he would, but he reluctantly agreed that it was a good idea to gather more information on whoever the stranger could be before jumping to conclusions.

Crawly turned his face away so his grin wouldn’t be so apparent. He couldn’t wait to see who this new person was. Anything new to their routine could only be good. It didn’t take long for them to reach the lake. On this side, the trees continued into the shallows so they were well hidden.

Before them was a young, dark-skinned woman standing naked on the edge of the cliff. She let out a loud half-scream, half-laugh and launched herself into the water, curling into a ball before she hit, sending a spray of water in all directions. She came back up a moment later laughing at the sky in pure joy. Crawly hadn’t seen anyone that carefree in a long time. He turned to Cain with a grin to brag about how he was right that the person was harmless.

Cain was staring straight ahead, mouth open, cheeks flushed. Crawly hissed in amusement and put his arm around the man’s shoulders, startling him. “C’mon,” he said under his breath, “We should give her some privacy.”

Cain flushed even more and nodded, looking away. He backed up and immediately tripped over a tree root and crashed to the ground, cursing.

“Who’s there?” demanded the woman from the lake.

Crawly threw his head back and laughed. He made his way to the lake edge and tried to wave through the trees. “Sorry to disturb you! We just weren’t expecting anyone and heard you and had to see who was near!”

“I’ll repeat, who are you?” she shouted back.

“No one important!”

Cain hissed at him, “Shut up! We don’t want her to know who I am!”

Crawly rolled his eyes, and in a quieter voice directed just at Cain, said, “She already knows we’re here. Trying to hide won’t do us any good.”

The mystery girl shouted back, “Stay there, please! I’m looking for someone and you’re the first person I’ve met since I left home!” She turned and started swimming to the shore opposite Crawly.

Cain got up and tried to run away, but Crawly grabbed his arm. “Look, Cain. You’ve been alone except for me for far too many years. You need to be around another human again. So stay still and see what happens. I won’t share your name if you don’t want me to, but you need this.”

Cain tried to pull free. “No! She’ll hate me! She looks so happy and innocent! I’ll just corrupt her.”

“Ok, now you’re just having me on. I’m the demon here. If anyone’s going to corrupt her, it’s me. You’re staying here and we are both going to meet her!”

They were still arguing several minutes later when they were interrupted by the woman clearing her throat. “Sorry to interrupt.” She was standing before them in bright orange robes that contrasted well with her skin. On her back sat a large pack.

Crawly smiled at her. “No, please do interrupt. He’s being stupid. Can’t tell you how glad I am to meet you…?”

“Your eyes! You’re a demon, aren’t you?” she asked with wide eyes as she took an instinctive step back.

Cain groaned and buried his head in his free hand.

Crawly’s smile turned into a smirk to hide his sudden nervousness. He should’ve realized she’d recognize what he was from his eyes. He might have been too eager for this meeting after all. “Does that scare you?”

She stared intently, eyes narrowed. “Aziraphale says we need to be wary of demons because they’ll try and lead us astray.” But then she broke out in a wide smile that seemed much more natural on her face, “But Adam and Eve speak highly of the yellow-eyed snake who sometimes pretends to be human.”

“Ugh, Aziraphale always has to toe the party line.” He had no idea how to respond to the comment about Adam and Eve.

Her smile grew even wider. “That means you must be Crawly!” She turned to Cain. “And you must be Cain. I’ve been looking for you.”

Cain tried to back up, but couldn’t break free from Crawly’s grip.

The woman slapped her hands over her mouth. “Oh, no! It’s nothing bad! I promise! I just… Adam and Eve talked about you a lot. And I always felt so bad that you were out here all alone! I’ve wanted to come and find you ever since I was a little girl so I could be your friend.” She was actually bouncing on her feet in excitement.

Cain was frozen, mouth opening and closing. Crawly laughed and let go of his arm; the man was too shocked to move. “Didn’t I tell you we should meet her?” Back to the girl, he asked, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Awan. I’m so glad I finally found you! This is a lovely place. How long have you been here?”

Crawly and Awan kept the conversation going as they made their way back to camp. Cain followed behind, silent. Awan was a lively person and commented on everything they passed, asking about every plant and animal and insect. Crawly was delighted to have someone around who actually spoke back for once and answered all her questions, spending extra time on the things he’d had a hand in creating. He was having so much fun just talking to someone for once that he was disappointed when they reached their campsite.

“So, Awan,” said Crawly, “Are you hungry? We’ve got enough provisions to share.”

Before she could even respond, Cain was already digging through his supplies and pulling out a large selection.

She grinned. “I don’t know if I’ve ever even seen half of these foods! Are you sure there’s enough? I’d love to try them, but don’t put yourself out. I’ll be sticking around for a while so there’ll be another chance.”

“There’s enough,” said Cain, giving her the quickest of glances before continuing to set out a feast.

Awan wasn’t put off by his terseness and kneeled next to Cain to Crawly’s amusement. She pointed to a star fruit. “What’s this and what does it taste like?”

“Oh, um, that’s a- a star fruit.” Cain took out an obsidian knife and sliced it, handing her a piece. He blushed when their fingers brushed.

She grinned at him as she took a bite and her eyes widened and she groaned in pleasure. “This is amazing! Do you eat these every day? Because I’ve never had anything nearly so wonderful before. I’ll never get tired of it. Not even if I eat it every day for the rest of my life.”

Cain blushed harder and arranged a large selection of food on a stone slab that he presented to her. “Fire!” he cried, causing her to take an alarmed step back and look around for the danger. Crawly had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. “Er, I mean, we can light a fire. And sit by it. Comfortable…?”

Crawly let himself grin openly. This was the best thing he’d seen in his entire existence. Not even Gabriel was this awkward. He snapped his fingers and a small fire was burning merrily in the center of their camp. Two logs were already set up there for seats, but a second snap had a third appearing.

Awan bounced on her feet. “Oh, now that is useful! Aziraphale hardly ever uses his powers so openly. Says it’s better if we learn how to take care of ourselves.” She sat down on one of the logs and dug into her food, trying a little bit of each selection to decide which were her favorites.

She asked questions about the food, which Cain tried to stumble through answers for. Too many times, he turned to Crawly for help with answers, but the demon refused to do more than give the name and growing season of the plants. Cain sent many glares his way, but Crawly didn’t care. If the man took too long to answer one of Awan’s questions, he kicked him to prompt him to speak. Cain’s dark blush didn’t abate once throughout the meal.

Crawly hadn’t heard him speak so much in one sitting since Abel’s death, nor had he seen him so animated.

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Crawly quickly realized that Awan was the best thing that could have happened to their little group. She’d been with them only a week before Crawly saw Cain smile with genuine happiness. Less than half a year passed before she drew a laugh from him.

Each moment of happiness and joy helped loosen something that had curled up tight inside Crawly. He hadn’t even realized how tense he had been until it began to loosen. Each smile and laugh and peaceful moment caused him to relax just that much more.

He wasn’t surprised when, a year after she had joined them, Awan and Cain approached him asking to be married.

“Marriage is a bit too holy an endeavor for a demon to preside. But with no one else around, I’m sure you could marry yourselves. She has to understand there was no other option.”

Awan shook her head. “No. We want you to do it. If that mean’s our marriage isn’t accepted by God, then so be it. You’ve done so much for both of us, especially Cain. We wouldn’t feel right getting married without you.” Cain nodded his agreement to his fiancée’s assertion.

Crawly suddenly found it impossible to speak or even breathe and settled for staring at them while he opened and closed his mouth ineffectually. Finally, he made some sort of sound that they correctly took as agreement.

Awan smiled broadly and even Cain flashed his teeth briefly. It took Crawly a minute to realize he was smiling too, their happiness infectious.

He insisted the couple give him a week to make all the preparations he wanted. They were in another forest, this one temperate and quite different from the jungle they’d met in. Crawly decided they were going to hold the ceremony at the base of a waterfall – he was no longer afraid to linger near cliffs or waterfalls – and he arranged some flowering vines to hang from all the trees around the clearing at the water’s edge.

He was also trying to locate gemstones and other shiny rocks as a gift to Awan. The morning of the ceremony, he presented a few gifts to the couple.

“I thought you both might appreciate something new to wear, so I made these for you.” He handed over two robes. Awan’s was made of gold cloth with blue embellishments depicting animals and plants. Cain’s reversed the color scheme and showed the cosmos. He no longer enjoyed seeing the plants he could no longer cultivate.

Both were effusive in their gratitude, but Crawly waved off their thanks, embarrassed by the display of affection. Demon’s weren’t supposed to get thanked. But they weren’t supposed to give gifts, either. Or marry people. Still, he’d sent a report off to Hell to tell them how he had tempted the First Murderer into Unholy Matrimony, presided over by a demon. The satisfied reply from Beelzebub made him hopeful that no one would actually look into how this “unholy matrimony” deal would go down. It was rather too close to holy matrimony and if Hell saw it, they might question what he was really doing on Earth. And if it came out that he was less involved in the whole First Murderer business than previously assumed, they might recall him.

Crawly shook his head to clear his thoughts. Today was a happy day and Hell would leave him alone just like they had for the last few decades. “Now, Cain. I’m going to borrow Awan for an hour or two. Why don’t you get dressed and meet us by the waterfall? You’ll know the spot when you get there.” After he’d started decorating, he hadn’t let either human approach the area. He wanted it to be a surprise.

“More surprises? Haven’t you done enough?” asked Cain

“Shush, you. Shoo,” ordered Crawly. Cain laughed and the sound still managed to fill Crawly with warmth. Then he was alone with the bride. “Now, Awan, I’ve gathered some small, white flowers. I thought I could braid them into your hair? And I have some gemstones that I could tie to the ends of the braids.”

She rushed forward and hugged him tightly. “That sounds absolutely gorgeous! Thank you! Won’t Cain be so surprised when he sees me?”

Crawly laughed. “That’s the plan. Now, change your robes first. It’ll be easier if we do your hair after.”

Awan’s excitement over her upcoming wedding kept her talking the entire time Crawly was working on her hair with very little input from him. He may have used a demonic miracle or three to speed up the braiding process, but the end result was stunning. And before too long, they were on their way to meet the groom.

Crawly was pleased when Awan let out a gasp as they walked into the clearing at the waterfall’s edge and she saw the trees hung with flowers and Cain standing on the pool's edge skipping rocks. “Oh, this is beautiful. Thank you so much, Crawly! I’ve never seen anything like it!”

At her voice, Cain dropped the remaining rocks he held and spun around only to freeze upon seeing her. His mouth fell open and he stared.

The reactions of the couple resonated with every ounce of demonic pride Crawly held in his core and he couldn’t help the pleased smile that pulled on his lips. He wasted no more time and directed the two to the place he wanted them to stand.

“Now, clasp hands.” He waited until they’d done so before continuing. “Though this life you have faced many trials and hardships. And you will continue to face many more. During all the days of your lives, you must support and love each other. Keep each other safe. When one of you stumbles, the other should help them along until they can walk once more on their own. When one falls ill, the other must care for them until they are healed. Protect each other. Love each other. And may your lives together have more happy days than sad ones. Cain, do you so swear?”

“I do. Awan, you are light and happiness and I will do all I can to make sure you can always shine so brightly.”

Crawly didn’t comment on the tears gathering in both their eyes. “Awan, do you so swear?”

“I do. Cain, you spent so many years wandering alone but for Crawly. I intend to stay by your side for the rest of your life so you never have to be alone again. I will stay with you and hold you tight. I will remind you of the beauty of the world we live on every day. And I will love and care for you with my every breath.”

If either bride or groom thought it inappropriate that Crawly made no mention of God or Satan or Heaven or Hell, they didn’t say so. And by the looks on their faces, they didn’t consider anything missing from the ritual.

He had them tie the threads of their lives together and drink wine from a chalice. He gave them instruction and advice and made them promise to uphold their vows to each other again.

Then finally, Crawly allowed them to kiss each other. He allowed the kiss to continue for some time but interrupted when he began to doubt they’d ever stop. “I know you are both excited, but I have one more gift for you. Then I’ll disappear for a few days and you can have your privacy.”

“More?” asked Cain. “But you’ve already done so much.”

“When we asked you to marry us, we didn’t expect you to go so far out of your way! This is lovely, all of it, and we’re so grateful, but you must know we didn’t need or expect any of it! Let alone more than this!”

Crawly waved a hand in the air dismissively. “I know. But Cain and I had so little to celebrate before you joined us. I wanted to go all out. Now, follow me.”

This final gift had been the most time consuming for Crawly to get. It had involved innumerable trips to Hell so he could pop up in places all over the globe. He led the couple through the hanging vines to a clearing where a large cloth laden with foods that neither human had ever seen before. He had gone to every corner of the globe and brought back fruits and vegetables and nuts and more. Each one new to the couple. Anything that had to be prepared was cooked, the rest cut and ready to be eaten.

Awan rushed forward with a cry of delight. “What is all this? I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of these before!” Cain was barely a step behind her and looked back at Crawly with the same question apparent in every line of his face.

“You wouldn’t have. They’re from farther away than you could walk in a lifetime. But everything is safe to eat. Pick out whatever looks best and I’ll tell you about it.” Between bites of food, the newlyweds would exchange kisses. Crawly let himself get caught up in the happiness. And once the kisses started getting longer and the eating less frequent, he left them to it.

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It was only a few months after the wedding when they came to Crawly to tell him of Awan’s pregnancy. He celebrated with the couple and sat them both down to explain everything Awan could expect from the situation. Eve had spoken to her when she was younger as well, but Crawly knew the technicalities from his days in the Creation halls.

As they wandered, Cain realized he didn’t want to subject his child to the same wandering life he and Awan shared and decided he would build a permanent settlement Awan and the child could live at. He was especially worried about what would happen towards the end of the pregnancy when Awan wouldn’t be able to move easily.

It didn’t take long to find a suitable location near a river with plenty of fertile ground that would be suitable for planting. Crawly helped Cain build a home for his wife and child. Using miracles to create was always a risky business, but Crawly found loopholes. He could compress the dirt or stones, transforming them into something strong and sturdy. He could snap a hole into existence to anchor the walls. He could break rocks into usable bricks. Creativity was never his problem. And so the building progressed quickly.

It was, however, slowed by Cain’s curse. He could only linger and build for a few weeks before he was forced to leave once again. He quickly set on a schedule where he’d stay for three weeks, leave for a week, and return. At the start of her pregnancy, Awan was more than happy to join him. But as she got larger, she couldn’t handle the travel. Crawly, at Cain’s insistence, stayed behind with her.

All three were relieved when Cain was around the day Awan went into labor. Crawly helped her through and after many hours was happy to hand the healthy baby boy to his relieved parents.

The smile that overtook Cain’s face the moment he held his son finally allowed Crawly to let go of the last of the tension he’d been holding onto since he’d been unable to heal Abel. Cain looked up at Crawly, crying and smiling. “He’s perfect.”

The next thing Crawly knew, the impossibly small baby was being pushed into his arms by the happy father. “No, I couldn’t, I don’t…” but his protestations were ignored and he soon had the small creature bundled in his arms. “Hey there, squirt,” he said, bending his head over the baby. He reached out a trembling hand to rub the soft skin of his belly. He only held him a few minutes until the infant started squirming and the boy was returned to his exhausted mother.

After mother and baby were sleeping, Cain and Crawly went outside to let Awan rest. Cain, looking at the night sky rather than Crawly, said, “We haven’t agreed on a name yet. I keep going back to Abel. Feels like it’s only right I name my son after my brother.”

Crawly hummed. “What does Awan think of that plan?”

“She doesn’t like it. She understands why I want to but doesn’t agree.”

“Why do you want to give him your brother’s name?”

“Abel’s dead. Shouldn’t I honor his memory?”

“Look, if you name your son after your brother, he’ll have to live up to that memory. Every time you look at him, every time you call for him, you’ll think of your brother and what happened that day. Is that really a legacy you want your son to have to live under? Shouldn’t he have the chance to learn who he is without the memory of his uncle hanging over his every action? I get that you want to do something for your brother. Build a memorial or something. But I wouldn’t recommend pulling your son into it.”

Cain hummed as he looked up at the stars, thinking. He didn’t say anything else as he walked inside to join his sleeping wife. Crawly kept watch outside the rest of the night.

The next morning, Cain came out holding his son. “Morning, Crawly. This is Enoch.”

Crawly grinned and walked over. “Good name.”

Cain smiled at the baby, “Yeah. We like it. Come inside. Awan’s still tired and hurts too much to want to move from bed.”

Crawly smiled at Awan who was glaring at the blankets of her sleeping pallet. “I hate being laid up like this. When will I start to feel better?”

“Want me to look you over? I might be able to make a cream or give you some herbs to make you feel better.”

“Yes! Please! I’ll do anything,” begged Awan.

Crawly chuckled and examined her for any signs there might be a problem. Nothing seemed out of place, however, and he mixed up an herbal tea to help with her pain.

The rest of the day was spent with Cain and Crawly alternately taking care of Enoch and Awan. The humans and demon chatted cheerfully and took things as easy as they could.

Around dusk, Cain was slowly rocking Enoch, shushing him and trying to get him to fall asleep. He bit his lip, and still looking at his son, asked tentatively. “Crawly?”

“Hmm?” answered the demon, he was comfortably ensconced in a pile of blankets and didn’t want to move unless he had to. It’d been a rough couple of days and he knew it wasn’t about to get any easier with a newborn around.

“Do you- Do you still have my m-mother’s flute?”

Crawly choked on air as he bolted upright. “What?”

“Her flute.” Cain was facing away from Crawly and showed no signs of turning around. “I remember she gave it to you. Do you still have it? Enoch should know some of the songs his grandmother used to play. Even if he’ll never meet her.”

Crawly swallowed hard and didn’t answer, but reached into his robes. He’d hidden the flute away in a pocket decades ago and kept it on him ever since. Eve had been his friend, too, and he treasured the gift. It was the first one he’d ever been given. Angels didn’t need things, so gifts didn’t exist in Heaven. And they certainly didn’t exist in Hell. He lifted it to his lips, but hesitated. Cain hadn’t reacted well last time he’d tried to play. He peered at the man through narrowed eyes. His shoulders were tense. He pulled the flute away a few inches. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

And Crawly played a soft, mournful piece. Awan smiled from her pallet and slowly Cain’s shoulders relaxed. He turned around and Crawly realized he was crying. In his arms, Enoch slowly settled into sleep.

[nicklangfordmuse]

“ so… i’ve been invited to this party tonight, and i kinda need a plus one. would you… i mean, do you wanna come with me? ”

Nick would take all the blame for the mishaps at the backdoor of Delilah's. He forgot to tell the guard that he has a special guest that should be allowed immediately backstage and since he got a bit busy with band meeting, he failed to check his phone, especially when Katrina had been calling him for help. She didn't assume he forgot about him because they've been texting since an hour ago. When Nick finally checked his phone, he could tell she was already pissed. "I called security and got your name on the list already. Where are you?" Nick asked in a message. After a few minutes, Katrina replied. "Nevermind. I got a ticket already. I needed a drink anyway."

He felt so guilty about it so he had to step out of the band meeting and go out to the crowd. Some girls started noticing him from the poster outside and tried to get there flirt on but he was just swimming through the crowd to look for one special girl he's had his eyes on since last night. Spotting Katrina by the bar, Nick smiled, remembering this is how he met her last night. Coming from behind, he cleared his throat a little. "Hey, gorgeous. So... I've been invited to this party tonight and...I kinda need a plus one. Would you...I mean, do you wanna come with me?" Nick asked with a smirk as Katrina turned to him. She seemed annoyed but the moment she saw his lips curl up, she was a goner.

"I don't know. I mean...I am meeting this rockstar out here tonight but I think...well, I know he forgot about me so instead, I got a ticket and got myself in without his help." She responded playing.

"Ditch him." Nick insisted, playing along. "He sounds like a douche anyway, forgetting to put your name on the list like an idiot when he's been thinking about you for the past 24 hours. I mean, who does that? Make out with a girl and taste of her sweet lips have stayed on yours all night and you forgot the one thing you promised to do to make sure she comes. Because honestly, this girl is so amazing, you'd somehow wonder, is she gonna go? You could've assured her attendance if you just put her name on the goddamn list and—". He kept yapping and Katrina just kept laughing, finding this apology charming even if he hasn't said sorry once yet. Maybe this is how a rockstar apologizes.

"Fine, fine. I'll go with you." She finally agreed and Nick smiled, motioning for her to follow him. "Come with me. Watch from backstage. Drinks are better in the back anyway." He told her but before he could lose her, Nick reached for her hand and locked their fingers together, leading Katrina to the back. Girls gave them the look of jealousy, a little pissed that the guitarist found his girl of the night even before the night could start. \

Nick introduced Katrina to the band and luckily, there were other girls there she could hang out with since her friends didn't seem to join her tonight. The show started and everyone loved them. Unlike last night, Nick kept his eyes mostly backstage than the front of the crowd. The fan he's trying to impress is no longer down there but on the side. When they got back to the hotel room, it's the first time Nick skipped an afterparty and instead, had his own afterparty in his hotel room with his special guest.

As agreed upon last night, they finished what they had started in the storage room. Katrina didn't seem to be the girl to sleep around but she looked smitten enough to give consent for him to rock her world. The deep kisses now involved tongue and his touch on her got a lot more sexual. Their clothes were instantly thrown off the bed as they spent the night fucking repeatedly, emptying his small box of condom from the night stand.

After three amazing rounds, they were wrapped in each other's arms, naked under the sheets while Nick smoked himself to sleep. She wasn't asleep just yet, tracing circles on his chest with her fingers. Remembering how the night started, Nick put his cigarette down on the ashtray and sat up a little. "I'm sorry, I forgot to put you on the list. We were going through our schedule earlier because we found out that...we'd be playing in more cities than what was initially planned." Nick explained, letting out a breath. "The tour was supposed to be 36 shows but now...it's a 52 road show that'll last for at least 6 months." He shared.

Katrina looked up at him, smiling proudly that the band was getting more recognition. "That's amazing. That's good news, right? I mean, 6 months on the road sounds exhausting. I've never done that before but—".

"You wanna try?" He cut her off with the question. Katrina looked confused at his question so Nick clarified himself. "Be on the road for 6 months, I mean. You said it's exhausting but...exhausting is fun. Tonight was exhausting but it was fun, right?" He smirked, reaching for his bedside table to get the passes he got ready for tonight. "You don't need to be on any list if you have this. Come with us on tour. I made two extra passes if you wanna bring your girlfriends." He offered, showing her the three passes he got. "Come with me. Please." He asked again, hoping she'd say yes because honestly, he only wants one special audience for every show on this tour.

[devil666lovesblog]

My Indian princess in the bed

I once went to an Indian restaurant to eat a hearty meal along with my friends, I drink milktea which neutralizes the very spicy and hot Indian food. Accidentally my friend dropped the toothpicks bottle into the floor, in the same way I picked up those toothpicks I picked up an Indian waitress; and I spilled my seeds into her womb through the entry of her most sensitive part to the maze for my sperm duct. They're wandering around her womb to try to impregnate her. It is a very wonderful experience, so I wrote this novel to remember that experience.   

COVID-19 hit very hard in HongKong, and it undermined the restaurant sector a lot. A lot of the small restaurants close up or have to cut expenses by firing many of those who are their employees. Indian culture is a family orientated culture, so they kept mostly those who share the same last name or those who are related in their bloodline. I could imagine how anxious those who worked but who are not part of the big family. 

I also had a friend who worked in IT industry in CA, USA; he said to me that Indians are infamous for prostituting. And every weekend those who worked there with a very high salary went out to find cheap local hookers in the brothel. They are so acquainted with the in and out of the  prostitution business they knew where to find those who dressed up with heavy made-up, so the customers would not be worrying about breaking the law of fucking a minor. But given the early maturity of the young white girls, it is implicit to both the customers and the hookers who pretend to be 16 years old but have boobs no greater than a small pineapple. Tight cunt and very nice ass. Maybe they fuck the girl while fingering her other hole vigorous until they both cum. I also heard that when they go to prostitute a girl, they love to do so without a condom; the condom somehow removes itself at the last moment when the girl is fucked by doggie style. It is already too late when the girl sense sperms are injected into her organ for reproduction. I had some experience with young girls from CCP-China in the past that they can’t resist the urge to be repeatedly sperm by the man once they are in the state ready for orgasm. Thus, that little girl who is considered to be a minor in HongKong but not in CCP-China would experience what most ladies experience in ONS when their vagina sucks the scrotum dry of their sperms. All night fuck probably for their first time in life. 

That would be my wonderful experience when I pay for an Indian hook in Yuen Long at HongKong if she is a little more professional. My dick would send her to heaven and hell and back with so many orgasms, and she fainted on the bed.  The trouble when fucking a foreign girl who didn’t speak English nor Cantonese is that they intentionally disrupt the process of communication in the sexual intercourse, they did everything to avoid arousing the customer. When I bath with her, she spoke nothing and didn’t want me to touch her private parts and when I start fucking her. My stick is hardon and inside her vagina which is not too bad for a hooker who has been working for two years. She refused any bodily contact except my hand on her breasts. I tried to kiss her face but she wouldn’t let me do so, she pushed me away with her hands when I tried to lay closer to her. It is a strange scene when she is having sex with me for money, but she refuse to commit to her work. She is VERY HONEST in the extent that she is not having any sort of intimacy; nor leaving any room for my sexual fantasy when I am having sex with her.

My revenge is to grasp her breasts as hard as I could with all the might I ever had just to deform her breasts. The price for being an unprofessional hooker is the breasts of being mistreated and tortured in all possible ways. A lot of porn stars had a distinct look of their breasts which is fully abused by countless men. I can tell she is displeased and feels very painful  when I completely disregard her physical feelings. Her pain is my pleasure. For the hour and half my hand worked hard to grasp her breast harder than I was fighting a boxing match while my hardened stick is just thrusting in and out in and out whatever frequency I like: She is hooked and her womb is my toilet, I need to pee inside. The worst thing a prostitute could do is when my dick is moving in and out of her not so private part, the interior originally reserved for her husband now is abused by me when she plays with her iPhone. I don’t ever reach any orgasm in her cunt. In my mind I imagine one day she is out of luck and out of fund, then groups of unhappy customers joined up, tied her up then gangbang her in every hole she had. Please don’t go in my backdoor, please, don’t, please then a thick dick push into her deepest recess while she screamed in pain. That hardens the surrounding men to no end. Her ass is so tight, it is so delicious. One by one she is fucked in a way depraved of the last dignity she had as a woman. Moreover, she is also mouth-fucked by more than a man; then she is double-penetrated front and the back. Both of her breasts are physically abused by men surrounding her. When she thinks that ordeal is finally over then her iPhone is pushed deep inside her cunt with the power cord and adapter in her ass. See she is indeed a charger. The iPhone is full of serum of any men so did her womb. She would definitely need an abortion when she could only free herself from the confinement and untie her after a day. That could all be avoided if she respects her customers.   

It is the complete opposite of this unhappy paid sex, that the restaurant waitress had a very flexible body, and she probably practiced yoga very often. So I can fuck her in any posture I could imagine, inventing many novel and complex way to move in and out of her tight cunt. Her cunt is as tight as that prostitute’s asshole. And she got even more excited when I was touching her asshole: She dared me to finger her in her next most sensitive place. She said I looked like a kind and gentlemen when I picked up the toothpick in the ground of the restaurant; yet at the same time she felt I would fuck her very violent to both of our satisfaction, i.e. she thought I enjoy sex greater than all my friends and I probably have a big and thick dick to fill her cunt and pushed as deep as her cervix. She is getting tired and bored when working in that restaurant. Likewise, she felt as if she is an outsider to the intimate family circle of that restaurant. I talked more to her when she suggested we're having sex than all the years when she is working there. 

She also said that when the restaurant is laying off its PT employee she is almost the first employee to be considered. The boss is suggesting that if she would do “extra work” after each day the restaurant operates then she would be spared. Those extra work consists of using her mouth and tongue to please his penis then suck him dry swallow his cum for consecutively five times; and each time it needed to be at least 15 minutes. Plus every some ass-work and cunt-work for altogether three hours and everything cum inside. She threatened to expose this boss, but it is of no avail to the small circle of Indian business owner.  Could you help me to write that in your Facebook given you had 5k friends? Then she sucked my duck once again after I tried her ass and she said it felt funny then it gave her even more intense orgasms.  It is like she had endless sexual energy to experiment with me on every different fucking way to appease our endless appetite for “eating dessert” with our connective duct  to transfer my gene over to her storage. My genes would be with her for a few days or weeks when I cum so much inside her. She enjoys the feeling of my penis explode the sperms in her womb a lot, so we “negotiate” in the bed when I could enjoy the tighter than half finger her other tunnel while she could have the best feeling a woman ever had: Of being impregnated again and again and again. She said I need to worry nothing about she carried my baby because she has taken an Indian herbal recipe to prevent any pregnancy. Would that hurt your body, and you gained weight because of that?

No, what is the secret? 

Your sperms, the specialized protein match with me exactly and chemically. Then I can never get pregnant with your child. 

So you want more of my sperms? You want to kill more of my copies in your storage-freezer for your egg?    

Why not?

The best sex is those without any costs for the processes of intercourse, and the worst sex is those need to pay money. That is not “free lunch” in the sense we both got what we wanted for a very long time. I longed to try an Indian girl, and she longed to taste a Chinese dick when she  tried the first Chinese sausage.    

[sillyrabbit81]

Prying

Summary: When your husband Sy finds out you work with August Walker he isn't happy, but even in your wildest dreams, you would never have guessed why. (Slight AU)

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader, with special guest August Walker.

Word Count: Approx. 4.7k

Warnings: Smut, Dubious Consent/ Non Consent, reluctant reader, jealousy, rivalry, non consensual voyeurism, semi-public sex, workplace sexual harassment, p in v sex, fingering, spit kink, male masturbation, cream pie, breeding kink, praise kink, implied cuckold kink, mentions of mmf threesome, dominant behaviour, fear of cheating (I think thats it)

This is different to my usual stories, please read the warnings and be responsible for your own reading.

Authors Note: This story started out from an ask I got over six months ago. I tried a few times to make it work, but I just couldn't get it right. When I went through my old stories to find snippets for my milestone celebration, I stumbled on this forgotten, half finished fic and suddenly the story clicked into place and I was almost able to finish it. I got stuck at the end and thanks to @nashibirne I was able to settle on an ending. If you enjoy the ending, you have her to thank because without her to bounce ideas off I never would have been able to get it done. She is an amazing writer, check out her masterlist !

Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Your calves burn as you stand in the elevator. Seeking relief you lift one foot out of your heel and bringing it behind your other leg, you rub your calf. It slides easily over the curve of your leg, the stockings reduce the friction but impede none of the pressure. It feels heavenly and you repeat the process with your other foot. You moan softly as you close your eyes and rub your hand over your neck. Thank fuck it’s Friday.

“Tough week?” your companion asks.

Opening your eyes, you glance at August. “You could say that.”

“You look like you could do with some stress relief, a massage, or a drink,” August says in his playful flirty tone you know so well. “Or a weekend at my beach house…”

“Give it a rest, Walker,” you say sharply, but you can’t stop the corners of your mouth lifting into a smile. “It’s never worked before, it's not going to work now.”

Walker takes an easy stride towards you, invading your personal space with intention, until you can feel his warm breath on your cheek. “But my dear Mrs Syverson, it’s so fun to try.”

You laugh at him, and he grins. You like August. In the couple of months you'd worked with August you had quickly understood that he was playing with you. Technically he is your boss, along with the other partners in the private security firm, and apparently he’d never heard of sexual harassment before. He repeatedly oversteps your boundaries, but damn him, you enjoy his obvious attempts at seduction. It feels nice to have a man like him flirt with you and you allow it because he had never actually touched you in an overtly sexual manner. It had become a game, he would make outrageous advances and you would turn him down. He had a reputation, there were only a handful of women in the building under the age of fifty who he hadn’t slept with. From all reports he was very good in bed, some said he was a little kinky, but he never let a woman leave unsatisfied, which is probably why he got away with it. But from what you heard too, once someone tells him no, he backs off, so it was curious that he kept playing this game with you.

“I could decide I need to take you to my next conference,” August smirks. “I could find something for you to do, I’m sure.”

“Let me guess, you’d forget to ask Nate to book another room and we’d be forced to share?”

“Mrs Syverson, you wound me,” August holds a hand to his heart and takes a half staggering step backwards, “I’m much more subtle than that.”

The elevator announces its arrival to the lower basement carpark with a ping and you step out laughing and waving goodbye. August nods, his smirk back as he starts walking towards his car.

He stops abruptly and says, “Your car isn’t here.”

“Oh no! Are you serious?” you say, covering your mouth to hide your grin. “Oh my God August, someone call the police!”

August’s mouth draws into a tight line and his moustache quivers as he says, “Very funny.”

“Awww, August, my car is being serviced. I appreciate your concern though, it was very sweet of you.”

“There’s a lot of words that could be used to describe me Mrs Syverson, but sweet isn’t one of them.”

“No I suppose it's not,” you say. “Flirtatious, deviant, lewd…”

“You act as if they are insults, I take each one as a compliment,” August grins.

You open your mouth to reply but you hear your name and you turn quickly to see Sy walking over. You smile as he approaches, your heart leaping as he makes his way over to you with determined strides. Big and brutish, even in civilian clothing, he looks every bit the elite soldier he is, despite his promotion to Major that kept him locked to a desk most of the time.

“Hey bub,” you say. As he gets closer you are about to ask if he remembers August but before you get the chance he is cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours.

You melt into his kiss, you almost have no choice. Sy’s mouth moves over yours like it is trying to have all of you at once. He forces his tongue into your mouth roughly, filling your mouth with it, you almost can’t breathe. His hand cups the back of your head, while the other grabs your ass, pulling you close enough you feel the heat of his skin through your clothes. You are instantly aroused, you love when he gets dominant on you, but this is different, more savage, more primal, more uninhibited, you love how close he appears to losing all control.

August clears his throat and you push away from Sy; you had actually forgotten he is still standing there and you’re suddenly embarrassed by the intimate display you had put on in front of him.

Sy’s chest rumbles as he breaks your kiss, “Missed ya today.”

“I miss you every day,” you reply without missing a beat. You keep your low though, not wanting August to hear. Sy moves in for another kiss and you quickly say, “Sy, babe, you remember August.”

“Walker,” Sy says in greeting, but he doesn’t even look at him. Odd, Sy is never rude like that, and especially to men he knew from his active duty days.

“Syverson,” August says and you detect amusement in his voice, that same niggling, teasing tone he uses on you sometimes when he knows he’s pushing close to the boundary of acceptable flirting. “How long has it been? Five years?”

“‘Bout that,” Sy replies, finally looking at August. He keeps a possessive arm around you, his fingers dig into your waist.

“It’s good to see you’re doing well for yourself,” August looks pointedly at you before turning his attention back to Sy. “We should catch up.”

You look at August like he has three heads. Catch up? He doesn’t seem the type to spend any time hanging out with male friends. What would they do? Go for some hot wings and watch a game?

Sy scoffs, and when he speaks his tone is dark and fulI malice, “Name the time and place and I’ll be there.”

This was getting out of hand. Clearly something had happened when they’d met before and knowing the nature of Sy’s time in Special Forces, you were probably never going to find out.

“Well, this has been fun,” you say, flashing August your teeth. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, August. Let’s go home, Sy.”

August’s eyes brighten as your husband's eyes grow dark. “Tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, the work function I told you about.”

Beneath the scruff of his regrowth Sy tightened his jaw, you could almost hear his bones cracking under the pressure. “I forgot.”

“Yes,” August says with a hint of smugness. “You know, Sy, you should come along.”

“You know somethin’, Walker? Maybe I will.”

“Good,” August says. “I look forward to it.”

Sy’s teeth feel like they’re going to crack as he clenches his jaw. He fucking hates being at these kinds of things. He would have stayed home if he thought for even one second he could trust that slimy asshole August Walker to keep his hands off you. Sy takes a long swig of his Jack and coke before slamming it on the bar and ordering another and staring in your direction again.

Walker has his fucking hand on your lower back again, leaning into your ear and Sy swears he can see the asshole’s lips touch your skin as he speaks. Sy wants to kill that wannabe, 70s porn star looking, mother fucker. He had never wanted to murder anyone more in his life. The problem is, he had a chance to do so years ago, he should have done it, was a hair's breadth away from pulling the trigger when Walker had identified himself.

They had their first interaction in Iraq years ago when the former CIA Agent was running an operation that overlapped with one of his own and they had been forced to work together. Sy scoffed at the memory, there was no together, the fucker had come in, taken over the operation. Sy hated the man he became when Walker was around; something about him was rotten and that corruption seemed to worm its way under Sy’s skin. When Walker had finally left, Sy had been relieved, that man was so full of chaos, Sy found it hard to believe they were on the same side.

When Sy met you a few years later, he was grateful. He wanted to settle down, wanted to move on from his past and forget the shit he had done. To him, you were pure, unsullied by life, your open joy and curiosity roused in him a positivity he desperately craved. You had a great relationship, Sy had never shown any degree of jealousy, he trusted you, trusted your goodness. However, the second he knew Walker was in your orbit, that faithfulness in you slowly chipped away until he thought he might lose his damn mind.

Sy had first become suspicious when you were hired for a position in a private security company way above your experience level. He had been happy for you, until you told him who was part of the hiring process.

“There was this guy with an unusual first name and he had this outlandish pornstar moustache. His last name was Wallace or something… Anyway he asked if I was any relation to you and I told them you were my husband. He seemed happy and wanted me to say hi to you. But I can’t remember his goddamn name.”

For the first time in his marriage to you, Sy felt a stab of fear that he’d lose you. “Was it Walker?” he asked, his coldness had put a chill into your bones. “August Walker?”

“Yes, that’s it,” you said. From the look in his eyes, you could see they were more than just a passing acquaintance. “Did you serve with him?” you ventured to ask.

“No, he’s CIA. Or was, if he’s in the private sector now.” Sy was pensive. You knew he wanted to say more so you waited for him to speak and when he did, it surprised you. “I don’t want you taking the job.”

“What? Why?” Sy had never stood in the way of your career before.

“Because he’s…” Sy didn’t know how to put in words the bad vibes he got from Walker. But he had a feeling that you only got hired for the job because of him. Walker liked to play games, manipulate people. Would Walker destroy you just to fuck with him some more? Sy believed he would. But looking at you, seeing how happy you were getting the job and he took it back. “No, Sugar,” Sy said, pulling you into a hug. “Take the job. I’m real happy for you.”

Sitting at the bar, Sy wished with every bone in his body he could go back to that moment. He would have told you not to take the job and you would have done it. It was too late now. If he asked you now, you would dismiss his concerns as simple jealousy, nothing more.

And you would be right. Sy is jealous as fuck. If he ground his teeth any harder he would crack them. He watches as Walker smiles at you and picks a bit of fluff off your shoulder and lets his fingers linger on your bare skin. Sy doesn’t notice the way you give August a warning look, all he sees is Walker's eyes darting over to make sure Sy is watching.

Sy’s hands turn into fists. The fragile glass tumbler cracks under the pressure and his drink leaks onto the bar. Feeling milliseconds from a total loss of all control Sy knows he has to do something. His heart thunders in his chest, his blood pressure rising so high he feels its throbbing palpitations everywhere, most ferociously in his rigid and achy cock. Adrenaline, violence, and carnal fervour pumps like poison in veins and if he doesn't get a release soon Sy thinks he will kill Walker to exorcise his obsession. The problem is Sy has no doubt that Walker was at least as capable of killing him as he is.

Memories infect Sy’s thoughts. Scores of women he’d fucked are replaced by visions of you with Walker, as if he were in hell and his punishment was to watch you with him. Forced to watch impotently as your head is thrown back in ecstatic liquidity, your body open and willing, your perfect hidden centre, once Sy’s and Sy’s alone, now weeping for the attention of another. And worse, images of August pleasing you, burying his head into you, defiling your sacred core with his tongue, your pure sex adulterated and wilfully given to another, the gift that you promised only to Sy.

Though he hates it, though he rages against it, though he fights it with every bone in his body, Sy can’t stop his arousal from growing. Furious and ashamed he strides over to you standing as tall as he can with all of his murderous attention focussed on Walker; the one he blames because he can't bear to blame himself, can't abide to admit that he likes watching another man touch you.

It takes everything Sy has not to punch Walker’s goddamn face in and make his pretty boy features into a fucking Picasso. Instead, he’d deal with his frustrations another way.

“Mind if I have a word with you, Darlin’?” Sy asks.

It is not a request, his fingers grip your wrist already as he attempts to pull you away. You let yourself be led away when August speaks.

“Major Syverson,” August says. The honorific sounds like an insult when coming from August. “So glad you could make it. Always a pleasure to see you.”

“Walker,” Sy spat. “Likewise.” Sy’s face twists with a horrific grin. The air between them is electric, a single spark could set off an explosion that you have no doubt would end up in serious injury, if not death.

“Are you stealing away your charming wife?” August asks facetiously. “You won’t keep her long will you? I still want her.”

Sy growls and you decide to step in, laying a hand on August’s arm, “Excuse us, August. I’ll be back soon to help with the speeches.”

“Sure,” August says with a suggestive smile. “Who am I to stand between lovers?”

“Wife, Walker,” Sy grunts with a venomous snarl. “She’s my fuckin’ wife.”

August nods with a smirk. “She is,” he concedes.

Still growling, you lead Sy away. He keeps glaring over his shoulder at August mumbling, “Goddamn mother fucker.”

“Sy, don’t,” you say. “What is with you lately? What the hell is going on between you two.”

“He’s trying to get in your fuckin’ pants.”

“You think I’d let him? Besides, he’s just playing, he doesn’t really think I’d do it.”

Without acknowledging your words, Sy swiftly turns the tables and he leads you to the restrooms. He takes you inside one of the two unisex single stalls off the main hall and locks the door. Still muttering profanities he pushes you against the far wall, capturing your throat in his hand while the other frantically bundles up your dress.

“Sy, what are you doing?” you ask, your voice rising in fear. “I can't do this here, I’m working.”

He barely looks at you, and doesn’t react to your protests at all. “Hush now, don’t make me gag you,” Sy warns and you gasp in shock. This isn’t the way he normally acts. Yeah he is rough, and prone to want you whenever the fancy takes him, but it is obvious he isn’t only motivated by lust. This is a pissing contest between two alpha’s, something that started long before you were in the picture. It barely even has anything to do with you.

“I’m done with his shit, he’s going to know you’re fuckin’ mine,” Sy snarled, finding your panties and pulling them aside, the thin lacy material digs into your skin as he twists them and the sickening sound of ripping fabric echoes off the tiled walls. “He’s gonna know I ain’t allowin’ him to take what’s mine, not this time. He’s gonna smell me on you, he’s gonna know I fucked you senseless and that you fuckin’ loved it.”

Sy spit on his fingers, the sight makes you clench as he roughly seeks your core. You cry out as he thrusts two fingers straight into you, forcing apart your tight unready muscles. You watch Sy’s eyes closed as he feels you clamp down on him.

He presses his forehead into yours, and growls, “I’m gonna fuck you, gonna come inside you and you’re going to get fat with my baby. Then he will fuckin’ know that this,” he jerks his fingers inside you, drawing you to him, “Belongs to me.”

“Sy,” you cry. You feel yourself start to get wet and it surprises you. For all his roughness, he has never been this brutal, this fucking savage. This is a side you have never seen of your husband. And to your shame, you love it.

He kisses you as he works your core. His tongue is strong and demanding, filling your mouth so much you can hardly breathe. He grunts as his fingers pump in rapid frenzy, his palm smacks your clit, the roughened skin the perfect texture and you quickly approach peak.

“This belongs to me, don’t it?” Sy demands.

You’re so confused. This isn’t Sy’s usual dominance, his usual rough touch; this primal, masculine possessiveness is something else. He has never claimed ownership of you like this, and if you had been asked an hour ago if you would have stood for it, the answer would have been no. But now, now you want more.

“I’m yours, Sy,” you moan your reply, surrendering yourself to his needs, wilfully giving up and submitting. Your hands dig into his shoulders as you try and hold yourself up as you start to shake around his intrusive fingers.

“Yeah, you are,” Sy says. “You’re my fuckin’ wife. He can't have you. Not you. Never you.”

You fall apart under his touch and you can’t stop crying out his name as your body undulates around his fingers.His hand covers your mouth, muffling your shouts of pleasure as he continues fucking you, keeping your orgasm going for as long as you can.

You can’t remember coming that hard in years and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Sy, his smug grin says it all. “No one makes you come like that, do they Sugar?”

Falling into him and wrapping your arms around his neck, you shake your head. Sy removes his hand from your mouth and you murmur, “Just you, Sy.”

His pants fall to the floor, the buckle of his belt hits the tiles with a loud clang and you moan in anticipation.

“Tell me how much ya want me, baby,” Sy murmurs in your ear, his voice rough as his ragged breath saws his throat and his teeth nip your neck.

Panting hot with burning desire you whisper back, “I want you, Sy. I want you inside me. I want to feel a part of you grow inside me. I want your baby.”

“Fuck yeah you do. I’m gonna fill you up,” Sy puts his hands around your thighs and lifts you onto his hips and presses his chest against yours, holding you against the tiles. “Then next time that asshole touches you, all you’ll be thinkin’ about is my come leakin’ out of your pretty little cunt.”

Without warning he enters you with a brutality that shocks you, stretching, tearing at your pussy almost painfully and you shout.

His huge paw covers your mouth, “I told ya to be quiet,” he growls.

The lock starts to turn. At first you think you must be imagining it, then the door starts to open.

“Sy!” you cry into his hand, the sound so thoroughly muffled by his heavy calloused palm, he doesn’t even look at you.

August's head peeks around the door and you shout against Sy’s hand, pawing at him, slapping desperately at his shoulder.

“Fuck baby, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”

You whimper into Sy’s hand as tears well in your eyes. It’s no use, he’s too strong for you and although you know you’re going to be fired you surrender, it’s too late, August has seen everything.

Although embarrassed and horrified at being caught, you lift your eyes to your boss. August grins, lifting a finger to his lips, gesturing to you to be quiet as he gently closes the door turning the lock. You blink stupidly as you watch August unzip his pants.

Holy shit.

He’s not here to fire you. Oh God, Sy was right.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my good girl,” Sy coos. His lips suck on your earlobe, “Just relax and let your ol’ man have his way with you.”

You let out a sob, and there’s nothing you can do as August lifts his leviathan cock from his pants. Your eyes widen and he raises his eyebrows as he shows himself off to you. Jesus, he’s as big as Sy and you moan as unbidden the thought of the two of them taking you at once is thrust into your minds eye.

This is so wrong, you know it is, but you can’t stop the thought of taking August’s thick, pulsing cock into your mouth as Sy fucks you from behind. As if he can read your thoughts, August grins looking you in the eyes as he grips himself and tugs roughly at his cock. For a moment, his gaze wanders and he rakes over Sy’s legs and ass as your husband’s body surges into you. You wonder if… no… August’s eyes are back on yours and he bites on his lip.

“Atta girl.” Sy presses wet hungry kisses into your cheek. “Feels good don’t it?”

You whimper, tearing your eyes from August and look into the clear blue ones of your husband. God, the desperation, the possessiveness, the need burned darkly, in his gaze.

“You’re fucking mine, you got that, baby?” He presses his forehead against yours like he’s forcing his will into your brain. “I ain’t ever lettin’ you go, you hear me?”

You nod. Fuck, he’s never been like this. Ever. You get a glimpse of August and your eyes roll as you lean into Sy. It shames you how much you like being watched, and not just watched, watched by your boss, by August fucking Walker.

“Yeah you’re fuckin’ mine. No ones ever fucked your cunt this good have they baby?”

You shake your head, your eyes slide shut as Sy dips his head into the cleavage of your dress, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your breasts. The familiar heat of an approaching release blossoms between your legs and you open your eyes and see August working his cock, watching you, his face a picture of depraved rapture as his lips part with a low moan.

Sy’s head snaps up. Fuck! He must have heard. His eyes are wide and he starts to turn his head searching for the errant sound. As if by a strange instinct you can’t control you put your hand to his cheek and keep him looking at you. You plead at him with your eyes, squeeze tight around his cock as your orgasm keeps building. You can hear your muffled cries of pleasure and so can Sy.

“Fuck it, I don’t give a fuck if anyone hears. I wanna hear ya come, baby.” Sy drops his hand from your mouth. Suddenly loud, your cries echo off the tiles and you bite your lip trying to suppress the loudest of moans.

You pull Sy’s mouth to yours as you close in on the edge, and although you know it’s wrong, although you know it’s sinful, you meet August's eyes. He smiles, oh God, he knows, he fucking knows you like him watching you. His grin turns sacriligious as his hand becomes furious and he mouths, “come, come, fucking come.”

It hits you like lightning and you raise your lips from Sy’s as you yield to your pleasure. The swelling of Sy between your legs and the bite in your shoulder announces Sy’s hit his peak too. Your bliss hazy eyes seek August and you watch as he holds a small towel in front of himself. He grits his teeth, his lip is curled into a snarl, his face reddens and his whole body tightens as he releases into it. His eyes never leave yours.

Sy leans his head into the crook of your neck, his lips are tender against your skin. “Baby…” he murmurs with a hint of regret in his voice. Sweating and panting he wraps his arms around you. “My good girl.”

You wrap your arms around him, running your hand over his head like you know he likes, as you try and process what just happened. Sy pulled out of you gently, already you could feel your combined releases seeping from your no doubt gaping, ruined core as he lowered you to your feet.

“You ok, baby?” he asks gently, lifting his pants from the ground and righting himself.

Your eyes flick to August quickly seeing him still standing there. His cock is back in his pants and he’s leaning lazily against the wall, one ankle crossed casually over the other. He looks like he’s going to make no attempt at all to sneak out undetected. Ice pumps through your heart as he opens his mouth.

“You still fuck like a neanderthal Syverson. No subtlety at all.”

You gasp and look at Sy. He chuffs, “You still get hard watchin’ me.”

Sy tightens his belt. He reaches up and places his hand on your cheek as he kisses your temple tenderly. Then turns to August, raising himself to his full height. What the fuck is going on here? Has this happened before? Sy takes a step towards August and you hold your breath as August pushes himself off the wall with a smirk. Your eyes dart between them, and while you're deathly afraid one or the other will throw a punch, you cannot deny the way your oversensitive clit begins to throb.

“You know, this is as close as you’ll ever get to her,” Sy says. There’s a strange coolness to his voice, it's soft and on the surface benign, but you know him well enough to detect a dangerous edge in his tone.

August hums and shrugs, “We’ll see.” He turns his back on Sy and reaches for the door, but stops and looks over his shoulder. “You know, I came in here for your wife, but I almost forgot how good it is to see you in action.”

“Get the fuck outta here,” Sy growls.

August chuckles, and nods his head, “Mrs Syverson, I’ll see you outside.”

When August closes the door, you let out a breath, gasping as you try and take control of your thrumming heartbeat. You look at Sy, stricken and sick in your stomach, confused by the competing arousal and dread you feel.

“What…?” you can’t even begin to form the question.

Sy holds your face in his big hands and makes you look at him. “Baby, I’m sorry. This shit started long before I met you. I…” he swallows and a shadow of shame darkens his eyes, “We used to tag team girls back in the day.”

“What?” Your jaw drops. “You… you said, you’d never…”

“I know what I said, and it’s true, I ain’t been with him. It was… just the girl… took turns and shit.”

You’re surprised, but after what you just witnessed you aren’t shocked. You don’t think anything will ever shock you again. You want to be angry with Sy, you want to scream and smack his goddamn face for putting you in this position, but if you’re honest with yourself, you want to do it again.

“Baby?” Sy says, his voice is small and vulnerable as his brows lift as if he’s pleading. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this. “You’d never let him touch you, right?’

Your eyes are drawn to the door August just left through, and you shake your head, “Not unless you want me to.”

[nctsplug02]

hi can i request mark x y/n cute couple but behind doors very hard dom mark and brat y/n being forced into submission, she absolutely loves how mark is so nice in front of everyone else but roughs her up in bed

[1:57am]

genre: smut

The Halloween party was going well, everyone was having fun, dancing, singing, smoking, drinking, and doing all those other shit.

You weren’t really paying attention to Mark since the party was huge but when you finally glanced over to check on him, he was with another girl.

You weren’t too worried until she started touching his abs and arms, the Spider-Man costume made him look super buff.

“Awww, your fluffy hair is so cute!” She coos and ruffles her fingers through his curls.

“Wow, look at how buff you are! They weren’t kidding when they said you had an 8 pack.” She winks and touches his buffed out muscles.

“If i was in danger would you save me with your spidey skills Mr. Spider-Man?” She pouts and blinks repeatedly.

Mark being the nice asshole he is wasnt pushing her away or anything. He had told her the first time that he had a girlfriend but she still continued to do her little thing with mark.

You were so zoned out that you didn’t even notice jaehyun. “Hey,” he says a little louder so you could hear him. “I see that Marks busy talking with that chick over there, wanna make him jealous?” At first you though that the idea was funny but then you said yes. You take his hand and you follow him where everyone was dancing at.

You started by grinding on him and his bulge. Your mini skirt rising each time you lowered your hips on his thighs. “He’s looking.” Jaehyun whispers, eyes glancing over at Mark who wasn’t paying attention to the girl next to him who kept rambling and rambling.

“Oh shit, and he’s coming over.” Jaehyun had to think fast so he took his hands and threw them in your waist. “Sorry, me and y/n have some plans for ourselves.” Mark says and takes your hand, pulling you with him.

Mark takes you upstairs to where his room was and pushes you on the bed. He didn’t intend for this to happen so he damned himself for letting his roommate throw a party.

“Fucking slut, how dare you flirt with another man? Especially my friend?” He scoffs and undresses himself from his costume. He walks over to the closet and grabs a box, it was labeled, ‘do not touch’.

“Oh yeah, mark. Don’t just blame me for flirting with another man, look at your manwhore ass, talking and letting another women touch your body? Didn’t you say you were mine? Then why the fuck are you letting her touch you? I don’t share what’s mine, mark.” You snarked back.

He huffs and turns to you with a handful of items, a vibrator, an eye mask, and handcuffs. “Get on fours, you slut.” You shake your head and cross your arms. “No.” He smirks, head tilting back a bit. “No? Seems you need some sense knocked into you.” He drops the items onto the bed and grabs the back of your neck.

He then flips you around on all fours and spanks you, your body jerking at how harsh it was. “Up on your knees now.” You whimper, actually listening and getting up on your knees.

You gasp in shock when Mark pushes your head back into the cushion. “Head stays fucking down.” You nod and he lets go.

Mark takes the blindfold and wraps it around your eyes. You heard metal clinking together which was telling you that he was preparing the handcuffs for your wrists.

“Hands behind your back.” He commands which you listen to. You put your hands behind your back, letting him take your wrist and snapping the handcuffs on. They were so tight, they could’ve bruised.

“M—mark?” He spanks you. “Shut up before i bring the gag ball out.” You whimper, he’s used it once on you and that time was when you guys first bought it and wanted to try it out.

Mark takes the vibrator and sets it to the highest setting and places it under your clit. Your hips were bucking since you were getting used to the buzzing feeling. Mark licks his fingers and then slides them in your pussy.

You let out a gasping moan when he instantly starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you, the feeling was so intense.

Mark couldn’t see but your eyes were rolling to the back of your skull. Your back was heavily arched, legs shaking and quivering.

You were squirming and gasping when you felt your high coming, your hips thrusting against the vibratory, chasing your high vividly.

Mark inhales and slips his fingers out when you squirt on his stomach and on the sheets. “Looks like the slut made a mess, dirty little slut.” He ‘tsk’ and shakes his head.

You moan loudly when he rams himself into you, he holds your neck down with his hand, the right side of your face smushed against the soft cushion.

“You’re mine, mine! You got that?!” He shouts over the loud music that was banging outside his door. “Yes!” You whimper and he spanks you. “Louder!” He commands. “Y—yes!” You assume he’s satisfied because he didn’t command you to say it again.

His cock perfectly hitting your sweet spot, it was kissing your g-spot repeatedly that you went crazy. You were moaning loudly nonstop, nothing could stop you, not even the loud music outside.

“Ohh, mark!” You gasped when he starts going even harder. “Fuck, baby—! It feels, feels so good!” Mark groans at your whines and whimpers. “Y’know what feels good, your tight cunt.” He grunts out and starts to feel like he was getting closer to his climax when you clench around him.

“Don’t, don’t do that, fuck.” Mark pants when you continue to squeeze and clench around. He lets your neck go and leans forward, he was so desperate to release himself. He continues to thrust into you roughly, his sweaty chest connecting with your sweaty shoulders.

“Fuck, you gonna take what i give you?” You nod desperately. He pulls you up by the arms and then you felt the blindfold being pulled off your eyes by mark.

He tosses the blindfold somewhere and then pushes you back down, your face hitting the cold bed where you once laid a few moments ago. He scrunches up and then grabs a fist full of your hair when he releases himself.

His hips start slowing down, the tight grasp on your hair is loosened, the mixture of yours and marks pants were heard besides the music blasting loudly. His limp body falls onto of yours with his cock that was now softening up inside you.

Meanwhile outside the bedroom, jaehyun stayed downstairs while mark took you upstairs. He waited a few minutes until following and when he leaned against the door and listened, he got all giggly when he heard the commotions.

He ran back downstairs to the group of people that were surrounding the ping pong table. “Game on, fucker. Oh, jaehyun,” jaehyun looks at Johnny.

“Where’s mark? He’s supposed to be my partner for ping pong?” Jaehyun shrugs and offers to take marks spot which johnny says yes to.

“Thanks jaehyun.” You thought before giving out and falling dead asleep.

[miyuwuki]

the comfort of your bed

a drabble of the reader using sleep as a coping mechanism when things start to get bad again.

warnings: slight angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of death i think

aomine daiki x reader

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aomine never put in any effort into anything unless he was absolutely forced to. he went to practice? momoi dragged him there. he got a decent grade on a test? sakurai practically gave him the answers so he doesn’t miss out on any basketball games. you and him started dating? well, that was the only thing he tended to. he was so observant around you out of love and protectiveness, to getting that one bread you love to memorizing your morning routine, that he found it odd when your texts consisted of, “sorry, i was sleeping.”

it was fine at first because he thought that it was normal of you to take a naps— you loved your sleep, so it wasn’t uncommon if you napped at least once a day; but once a day turned to a couple times a day, and then it reached to a point where he didn’t even know if you ate anymore.

aomine> hey babe, did you eat dinner yet? just finished practice, gonna beat the hell out of kise on monday’s tournament lol

aomine> hello? are u ignoring me?

a couple hours later:

you> fucj sorry baby i was sleeping

so he showed up at your door unannounced, your mom opening it for him.

“i’m sorry, i think y/n’s sleeping right now.” she apologized, moving to the side to let your boyfriend in. “are you hungry? do you want something to drink?”

aomine bowed and politely declined, “no thank you, ms. l/n. i was just wondering if i could check up on y/n, they’ve been sleeping a bit too much lately and i just found it strange.” he awkwardly admitted, playing with the hair behind his ears. your mother smiled and pointed her finger up the stairs, “they’re upstairs. thank you for worrying about them, they don’t tell me anything so..” she trailed off, “it makes me really happy that you care so much.”

aomine blushed and nodded once again before heading to your room. he made a mental note to bring something like flowers or pastries for your mother when he comes over again.

without even knocking, he slowly opened the door and was met with a lumped shape on the bed with a bunch of tissues and snack wrappers on the floor. from your desk was your laptop where he could tell the music was from your sad playlist, and he sighed. he quietly walked to your sleeping form, gently shaking you awake.

“hey, stupid,” he whispered, shaking the lump. “wake up.”

your mind suddenly went clear and with a yawn, you emitted from under the covers to be met with two blueberry eyes.

“oh hey babe,” you yawn, scratching your eyes. “what’re you doing here?”

“you’re sleeping again.” he said, as if it answered your question.

“um yeah,” you replied, genuinely confused. “i was sleeping.”

he huffed and sat on the edge of your bed and took your hand into his. he brought it up to his lips and repeatedly placed ghosted kisses, ones so light and airy you could barely even feel them.

“you okay?” you mumbled, watching him kiss your hand. he nodded, “are you?” he asked.

honestly, no, you weren’t. everything and everyone just felt so heavy on your chest; your grades were plummeting and all the things you needed to do was becoming so difficult to do. you didn’t want to die but you didn’t want to live either, so you drowned yourself in sleep, hoping that time passes by faster and you can skip to the part where you’re okay again. the only thing that kept you anchored to reality was aomine, the one who surprisingly understood you the most and would care for you in a heartbeat— but even then some people need a break from constant bullshit, which is why you lied.

“i am,” you smiled, interlocking your fingers with his.

unfortunately aomine loved you too much, so he didn’t miss the way your eyebrows slightly furrowed and how your breath got caught at the back of your throat.

“if you’re gonna lie, at least be good at it.” he tsk’ed, “tell me baby, what’s wrong?” he asked in a much softer tone, his eyes slowly gazing over your face. a lump formed in your throat but you managed to hold back your tears, as you let out a shaky, “i-it’s stupid.”

“it’s not,” he quickly retorted. he patted on his lap, motioning for you to sit on it in which you quickly complied. he dipped down his head to get a clear view of your face, and gosh did he want to cry too, because he’s never seen your face so disturbed and hurt.

“you don’t have to tell me right now, okay?” he continued, putting your hair behind your ear. “but i would like to know. i want to help you, please?”

you nodded and buried your head into his shoulder, finally letting some tears fall.

“such a crybaby,” he teased, rubbing your back. “do you want to take a nap right now then? i could use one too, and maybe when you wake up we can go to that nearby bakery you like and talk about it.”

you nodded again and cried a bit harder— not because of the thoughts that swarmed in your head, but because you didn’t know what you’d do without him.

he chuckled and lulled the both of you into bed, covering both of your bodies with the blanket. he kissed the top of your head, muttering a “sleep well,” and waited until you fell asleep. after he made sure slumber had taken you away, he allowed himself to be taken away also; as long as he had you in his arms, he’d honestly go to the lengths of the world for you.

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haha totally not projecting…. anyways i hope everyone has had a wonderful day! always remember that the worst things come to an end too.

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[enchantestuff]

rekindle - rbr sebastian vettel

in which after a long time apart, you and Sebastian rekindle your love for one another in the least romantic place you could think of - a sweaty, packed nightclub

NOT MY GIF!!

warnings: public sex (ofc), fingering, teasing, lowkey angst at the start, nicknames, uncomfy ex, sebastain Vettel deserves a warning himself, happy sinning

taglist: @theringers​ @forestviper201 @icemanhoneybadger​ @formulamei @findthelightinyourlife

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You smirked as your eyes met from across the club for what felt like the hundredth time that night. You hadn't seen him in over a year, the last time you were even in the same country as him had ended up with you climbing into a taxi, speeding away to the airport and him standing half naked in his driveway, wishing for the car to turn around and end his worst nightmare.

The relationship between you and Sebastsian was a complicated one to say the least. You had grown up with each other, your families vacationed together every second summer and you spent many christmases together. It was only when you got older that you started to really appreciate Sebastian.

Daydreams of what it would be like to spend a night in bed with him began to fill your free moments. Images of the two of you tangled in bed was once something that you could only dream about, but that dream certainly became a reality one unforgettable night in Italy.

It was during a celebratory dinner after yet another win that he had leaned over to talk to you. His lips brushed against the side of your neck and goosebumps had risen all over your skin, you cursed yourself for your reaction but soon began praising your childish antics once Sebastian finally caught onto how you felt about him.

The few words of “do i make you nervous, liebe?” led to the two of you making out in the corridor. That celebratory dinner escalated to a friends with benefits situation which set off a more than complicated relationship between the two of you where feelings were of course present, but stubbornness from both sides refused to let them be out in the open.

Your feelings for one another eventually escaped when he got into a nasty crash in the middle of a race. You ran up to him the minute he stormed into the garage, tears welling in your eyes as you crushed into a hug. He held you with just as much force and whispered into your ear what you had been waiting for months to hear.

He told you that you had been the only thing on his mind when he crashed into the wall and he didn't want to go a minute longer without telling you how he really felt about you

As much as you wanted things to be great with Sebastain, your relationship was unfortunately not plain sailing from there and the media had a bring role to play in your downfall. They wouldn't leave him or you alone, constantly following the two of you wherever you went and even going as far as sending mail to your shared home. It was the media that drove you to leave the man you adored and move to another country in search for a new career and a new life away from the public eye.

You stared at him now, unable to tear your eyes away from his beautiful frame. He looked as good as ever and you knew deep down that you would probably never see him again. So against your brain telling you not to, you engraved every detail of his face into your memory, not wanting to let him go just yet.

You felt horrible for leaving him and strongly believed that he hated you for abandoning him. You wouldn't have blamed him if he did, you sometimes hated yourself for that decision. So you kept your distance from him all night, repeatedly telling yourself that if he did not harbor any bad emotions towards you, then he would approach you himself.

To tell the truth, you were too embarrassed to go up to him yourself, too full of guilt to face him after what you had done. But when he made eye contact with you as he pulled a girl into his body, something inside you snapped and you found yourself being dragged into an all too familiar game of cat and mouse with him.

Your night of teasing had officially begun the minute he kissed the brunette's neck, refusing to break your stare as his hands ran up and down her hips. You decided it was your turn to reciprocate the teasing and pulled a random, but still handsome, man towards you to dance. Holding your gaze with him, you allowed the man to grip onto your hips and sway from side to side. Your ass pressing against him with every beat of the music.

You maintained eye contact with him as he chatted with multiple women, his hands resting dangerously low on their backs as he smirked in your direction, you hated how much you loved his little games.

You decided to take a dance break and stepped away from the claustrophobic dance floor. Moving towards the less packed bar, you leaned against the contour top as you ordered yet another drink. The feeling of hands wrapping around your hips didn’t surprise you, nor did the hot breath fanning across the back of your neck. You were used to the warmth of Seb’s body by now and after so much time apart, you still recognized his touch.

“Quite a show you put on back there,” he muttered, gesturing to the bartender for another drink before turning his attention back towards you. You kept your face forward, staring at the variety of liquor stacked on the shelves as Sebastian flirted with you in your ear. He was still positioned behind you, which you saw as the perfect opportunity to press your ass against his crotch.

The tightening of his grip only fueled you to press yourself further into him in hopes that you would emit an even stronger reaction from him, and boy did you get what you wanted. One of his hands rested underneath your breast and as he emitting a small amount of pressure against you, he forced you into him.

No longer leaning against the counter, you could now feel the entirety of his body pressed against you. Every vein and muscle. Every curve and dent of his body, Still, that didn't stop you from wiggling your bum against him.

“Are you trying to turn me on right now, love, or are you really that fucking oblivous?”

You twisted your head to finally look at him, momentarily taken aback by his pure beauty before regaining your confidence again. “That depends,” you hummed, purposely brushing your lips against his neck as you spoke, “Is it working?”

His hold on you tightened and somehow he pulled you even closer to him, allowing you to feel every inch and vein of his hardened cock. “Someones excited,” you smiled, immediately freezing up when you caught sight of your ex boyfriend standing next to you.

He was the man you had been with before Seb and it was safe to say he had completely broken your heart.

Confusion immediately filled Sebs body at your reaction, fearful he had done something wrong he moved to stand beside you, holding onto your bicep as he looked you in your eyes. “Are you alright, darling?” he questioned, his eyes bouncing back and forth as he searched your face for any indication of pain.

“Yeah its - “

“Y/N! Great to see you.” Dread immediately filled your body at the infamous voice, you felt yourself go rigid in Sebastian's grip and desperately wished for your ex to leave the two of you alone.

“Who's this douche?” Seb whispered in your ear, trying to relive some of your tension and comfort you in what seemed to be a terribly uncomfortable situation.

“Brad, hey,” you muttered, you grabbed hold of Sebastian's hand that was previously sprawled on the bar countertop, using the warmth of his touch as a confidence booster to finally turn around and face the brutal ex.

“How have you been?” he asked, refusing to even glance at the Redbull driver next to you, focusing his hungry gaze on you and you only.

You sighed deeply at his attempt of small talk. Could he not just say hello and move on? Did he really need to interrupt your night.

Sebastian kept a close eye on you throughout your short conversation. A sense of protectiveness filled him at your rigid stance, he knew you could handle the situation yourself but he couldn't help but want to aid you. He felt the need to get involved. So he did.

He didn’t let you answer the man's next question of what you had recently been up to, instead he grabbed hold of the side of your face, his fingers dipping into the nape of your neck as he pulled you into him. He grinned smugly at the worried glance you threw his way before connecting your lips together.

The kiss was hesitant at first.

Taking into account this was your first shared kiss together since the breakup, it felt both natural and unusual to be kissing him again, but as the seconds passed you found yourself relaxing in his hold and began kissing him back with much more force.

You lost yourself in the moment, the idea of your ex boyfriend watching you make out with your other ex boyfriend didn't even cross your mind. You solely focused on the way Sebastian’s lips felt against yours after such a long time apart. He was addicting.

Your eyes fluttered open when he pulled away, blushing slightly at the sheepish look he threw your exes way. “What were you saying, mate?” he confidently asked.

The feeling of his palm burned against your cheek and you couldn't even bring yourself to look at Brad, but you didn't need to as he just stumbled away, clearly intimidated by Sebastian.

There was no need for you to say anything to Seb - if the way you were teasing him earlier on in the evening was of no indication to how you felt about him - then the lustful look you were giving him now certainly was.

He immediately pulled you back into him, your lips reconnecting in a lustful kiss. With no more awkwardness surrounding the two of you, you found yourself enjoying it even more.

Moving one of his hands down your body, Sebastian forcefully squeezed your bum which emitted a gasp from you, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, further deepening the kiss. He pressed his body against yours and your hands raked across it, feeling his muscles flex against your hands.

You moaned into his mouth the minute he dug his hips into you, the feeling of his body so close to you bringing you back to when the two of you dated. Confusion filled you when he pulled away, ending your lovely make out session and disappointing you tremendously. “Don't start what you can't finish, love” he warned, leaning down to scatter kisses across your chest, nipping and licking at every exposed area.

“Who says I can't finish this?” you remarked, grinning at the way his eyebrows rose at your statement.

“Look around us, darling” he stood up straighter, craning his neck to glance from side to side, taking into account the multiple people surrounding the two of you. Hundreds of people filled the room, hundreds of eyes that could possibly witness something. Hundreds of reasons why the two of you shouldn't get ahead of yourselves. But then again, when he looked back at you and the playful pout that crossed your features - he found himself making up a hundred different reasons as to why it was such a brilliant idea.

“But then again,” he continued, leaning closer to you in order to whisper in your ear, “that's never stopped us before.”

A shiver ran up your spine at his words, images flashing through your mind of previous encounters the two of you had in the most inappropriate areas. Cutting your daydream short, Sebastian grabbed hold of your hand and guided you up the stairs to the more secluded vip area.

The bouncer merily glanced at Sebastian before lifting the red velvet rope and letting the two of you in. Nodding a small thanks to the man, he continued his journey into the dimly lit area, a content hum leaving his lips at the sight of a small booth in the corner.

He sat down on the plush seats and you fell down to sit on top of him, the lower half of your body covered by the wooden table in front of you. Sebastian wasted no time in kissing your neck, unable to detach himself from your skin for more than a few moments.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder, watching the small group of people ahead of you dancing and laughing at each other caused a blush to quickly creep up your cheeks. The thought if anyone witnessing your antics both embarrassing and exciting you.

“Are you sure you want to do this, liebe?” Seb questioned, he placed his finger on your cheek and forced you to look at him as he spoke. “Because once we start, I won't be able to stop.”

“And why would I ever want you to stop?” you shot back, pressing your bum further into him to prove your point. Sebs eyes scanned the area, having seemingly decided the risk of getting caught was worth it, he ran his fingers up your thigh, under your skirt and into your underwear.

His other hand trailed the opposite direction, moving up your body to gently squeeze your breast. You arched your back at the sensation, your ass moving further into him and a harsh squeeze being delivered as a result.

Slipping a finger into you, his hand flew away from your breast to clamp over your mouth, muffling the sudden moan that escaped you. “You have to be quiet, sweetheart. There's people around us,” he reminded.

He littered gentle kisses up your neck and you could feel his smirk against your skin at the shaky breath you let out the minute he slipped a second finger into you. “I don't think anyone else deserves to hear your moans, darling.”

You hummed against his hand, wetness pooling at his words and your eyes fluttering closed as his thumb began to circle your clit. “Move up for a second, liebe,” he demanded once he removed his fingers from you. Having no other option but to comply, you braced your hands against the table and stood up on shaky legs. You patiently waited as Sebastain undid his belt, the sound of the metal coming undone bringing a newfound wetness to your core.

“Ready?” he questioned, moving his hand up and down your thigh to comfort you. You nodded your head, biting harshly on your lip, you quickly glanced behind you and yet another shaky breath tumbled from your lips at the sight you beheld.

Sebastain was sprawled across the couch with his dick barely covered by your body. The sight of him shamelessly sitting there did something to you and before you lost your confidence, you slowly lowered yourself down onto him.

“Keep quiet now,” he reminded once you took all of him in. Your hands gripped onto the table in front of you, your knuckles quickie turning white as you used it as leverage to start moving.

The sound of your skin hitting against sebastians was muffled by the laughter of the crowd and the loudness of the msic booming across the grand club. “I'm trying,” you grunted.

You slowly bounced on him, trying to keep your movements small and inconspicuous to the people around you. But Sebastian could only last so long without needing to take over. A moan accidentally escaped you once he began thrusting his own hips upwards to meet yours. In response to your foolishness, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking not so gently on it as a warning and forcing you to look at the dim lights hanging above you instead of the people ahead of you.

Holding onto your body he quickly steadied you, forcing you to halt your movements as a random man walked up to the two of you. You shifted in his hold and attempted to reposition yourself to look more natural towards the stranger. You just wanted it to seem like you were cuddling the driver, not bouncing on his dick.

One of your arms wrapped around his neck while the other laid on his chest. You spared a quick glance downwards, making sure your skirt covered everything before looking back up at the man. Sebastian greeted him, admittedly not poilelty, but he greeted him nevertheless. It only took a few seconds for the two of you to realise he was a fan and by the looks of it, would do anything to hold a conversation with the Sebastian Vettel.

You couldn't help but move on his lap, the need for friction overwhelming you after staying put for several minutes. You slowly began rolling your hips, your heart racing at the sudden release of pressure and also at the fact you were grinding on him with a fan of his only a few feet away.

Sebastian cleared his throat, trying desperately to pay attention to the man in front of him and not on how good you felt clenching around him. His hips unintentionally runted up into you, muttering a quick curse under his breath he grimaced at the man, cutting his sentence short as he gestured towards you. “If you wouldn't mind,” he sympathetically commented.

“Right, right sorry,” he mumbled, “Enjoy your night.”

He soon scrambled away from view and Sebastian began carelessly thrusting into you again. You returned to your original position, now resting your head against the table, thankful for the pleasure filling your whole body. You could feel a bead of sweat forming on the nape of your neck and were almost certain you looked a mess but you couldn't have cared as you got nearer and nearer to your peak.

This new angle allowed Sebastian to take control of your activities. He guided your hips back and forth, not paying attention to the movement of the table nor the attention that the two of you could possibly bring your way. All he wanted was to bring you to your release. “Are you going to cum for me, darling?” he whispered. You nodded against the table, the coolness of the wood reliving your flushed cheeks as you felt the knot begin to release in your stomach.

You moved your hand to grip onto his thigh, “I'm gonna-” you mumbled, unable to finish your sentence as he gripped onto the back of your neck and forced you to sit up straight. His fingers immediately fell down your throat in a poor attempt to muffle your moans. You whimpered loudly at his show of dominance, your attempts to keep quiet failing profusely as he hurried his movements.

His fingers moved further down your throat as your walls clenched around him. Before you knew it you were spilling yourself against Sebastain. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head and heat filling your body as he followed in your actions.

[jbreenr]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have. 

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request. 

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were. 

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence. 

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse. 

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen. 

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone. 

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through. 

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen… 

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to. 

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing. 

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours. 

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss. 

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then. 

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him. 

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. 

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears. 

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer. 

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.