#but i should be sleeping so i'm not going to do anything about the Hunger

[yandere-romanticaa]

I'm not sure if it's okay, but can I request a second part for this precious Douma post you fed us with please ?

If you don't do second part to your post, no problem, anything for him will calm my hunger 🥲

Here it is, the heavily requested part 2 of this piece. Hope you enjoy it!

Barely a week has passed ever since the horrific encounter with Lord Douma.

You recalled someone saying that the stench of death is permanent, that it is something you can never forget once you get a whiff of it.

The smell of rot and decay haunted you both day and night. Sleep became a scarce luxury as you would lay awake in the dead of night, wondering just what other poor soul was Lord Douma going to devour next. It all clicked once you put two and two together, of course he was a demon. His strange reactions, twisted attitude and carefree smiles were nothing but a mask to cover up his true, carnivorous nature. Douma clearly had a preference for women for his meals as you noticed that most of the people who ran amok were women.

Were you next?

Despite him not turning around and even outright saying that he wasn't going to do anything, you simply did not trust him. Why should you? He was a demon, a very clever one at that, clearly. He managed to trick hundreds of people into blindly following him and submitting to his every single little whim. All he needed to do was just say the word and the entire community would execute you without a question - Lord Douma's word was absolute.

You didn't even want to think about the other much more grizzly possibility if he wanted a more hands on approach.

Due to the encounter that you had unfortunately witnessed, your work had started to hinder. You became sloppy and shaky, you couldn't even perform the most basics of tasks. Someone else was always forced to step in for you and others voiced their concern for you.

"Why aren't you with Lord Douma? You always pour his afternoon tea!"

"I thought Lord Douma wanted you close by for the ceremony?"

Many similar statements would ring in your ears on a daily basis that it made you want to bang your head against a wall a pull out every single little strand of hair. Just how blind and stupid were there people?! There was no way that you were the only one who knew what was really going on behind closed doors. To make your living nightmare even worse than it really was, on one fine and sunny morning one little boy came up to you. With a cheerful smile on his face he said:

"Lord Douma wishes to speak with you! Please meet him in his chambers as soon as possible!"

Each step that you took felt more and more agonizing then it should have been. You felt like someone had placed a giant pile of rocks on your chest and chained them there. What were you to do, oh God, what were you supposed to do? Do you play dumb or should you come clean? If you told him the truth he might appreciate your honesty and let you off the hook -

...That was nothing but wishful thinking. There was no point in trying to make sense of a demon.

You arrive to his chambers, the doors closed shut. With a heavy heart you knock and a cheerful "Come in!~" is heard from the other side.

You don't dare look at Lord Douma directly in the eye. You lower your head in fear but do your best to make it look like a sign of respect. He sits on his makeshift throne, chin resting on one hand as the other urges you forward to sit in front of him. With your knees sinking to the ground you feel him reaching out towards you, his fingers were playing with stray strands of your hair.

You still did not raise your gaze.

"(y/n) dear, I haven't seen you in so long! I missed my favorite disciple so much! Why are you ignoring me?!"

Who would have thought that this whiney brat in front of you was a man eating demon? He sounded like a little boy, like he hadn't seen his favorite toy in a long time, which was partially true in a way. You grit your teeth and try thinking of something proper to say but Douma beats you to it.

"Do not ignore me."

Icy chills take over your entire being. Since... Since when did Lord Douma sound like that? You clenched the fabric your kimono, knuckles turning white due to the pressure. Suddenly, a sharp thug forced you to look upward and were met with a rainbow gaze.

"You aren't ignoring me, right, (y/n)?"

You can do nothing but gently shake your head. With his gaze glued to you it was impossible to breathe let alone speak. Feeling the pressure behind your skull lighten your shoulders slump forward as Lord Douma brings you closer and locks you in his embrace.

He knows.

He knows that you saw him. Why else would he summon you like this? Feeling helpless you could do nothing but wrap your arms around the cult leader, returning his hug in full.

Ignorance really was bliss.

You finally understood the beauty of it.

[the-modern-typewriter]

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"Do you ever get an answer?"

The protagonist startled, head snapping up. The boy was standing only a metre away, in the aisle, smoky and soft in the candlelight. His eyes seemed to burn, pinprick red and gorgeous, with the fire's reflection. He was...well. He was beautiful.

The protagonist quickly looked away. It was wrong to think such things.

"To your prayers," the boy added, with a smile. "Do you ever get an answer? You're here a lot. I've seen you."

The protagonist swallowed. It would be wrong to lie, and a confession of something to say no. Never. It wasn't something they could say to their parents. What if the silence simply meant that they'd done something wrong? Their parents always seemed so sure.

"I've never heard anything back either," he said, in a confiding tone of voice. "I'm always curious if it's just me."

"He has his reasons, I'm sure. I mean, that's what everyone says."

"Well, if everyone says it."

When they looked up again, the boy was closer than before, in the row in front of them, hands resting lightly on the pew separating them. He had nice hands. Elegant. They were nothing like the protagonist's; calloused, nail-bitten, rough. They would probably be very soft to hold.

They realised they were still on their knees and quickly hastened to stand, cheeks flushing. "I didn't mean to interrupt you," they said. "It's not - people aren't normally here at night."

"No," the boy agreed.

"But you are?"

"Insomnia. I don't sleep much."

"The priests don't mind?"

His smile curled up like kindling catching; just as bright. "They think it's dangerous to be out at night in these parts, but it's yet to stop me."

"My parents don't like it either."

"But here you are."

The protagonist shrugged. "We don't live far from the church. And they - well - they like that I come here."

"And nothing bad can happen on hallowed ground, of course."

"Right."

His eyes really were astonishing. Further away from the light of the candles, the protagonist had expected them to grow shadowed like the rest of his face, but they still seemed so bright. Intent, in a way that nobody had ever looked at them, but which sent a delicious shiver down their spine.

The protagonist realised, with a sharp stab of embarrassment, that they'd leaned in.

"It's okay," the boy said. "I think you're real pretty too."

"It's a sin to lie in church." Their face burned, though. Never mind that they should have protested so many other things about the statement.

The boy laughed and that really was pretty. He leaned in a little in turn. Up close he smelled like...like...the protagonist wasn't exactly sure what it reminded them of. Roses wasn't quite right. Neither was the first snow of winter. Yet it was both of those things, and water on stone, and the church itself a little. Something fleeting. Something that had been there forever.

His finger ghosted beneath the protagonist's chin, a caress, a whisper.

"I - I should go," the protagonist said.

"You don't want to though. You want to kiss me."

Was it so embarrassingly obvious, that forbidden thing?

It was true, but the protagonist would never have said it, never have done it, never have even dreamed of something so bold as to kiss a total stranger in the middle of the night. It was so...the priests would surely not approve. It was difficult to think about the priests, about anything else, when he leaned in the rest of the way.

It wasn't a proper kiss. It was another whisper. A yearning.

Hunger.

It sprung inside the protagonist so hard and fast that they were almost winded by it. To kiss this boy. To be held in the hand of something ancient. To lose themselves in something beyond human.

The protagonist blinked. They shook their head, trying to clear it.

The boy kissed them. It was sweet and heady. For a second, his lips were so cold that the protagonist gasped.

In an instant, or maybe it was a long time, the boy had moved. He had taken the protagonist's hand. He had led them to the altar, glittering a dark gold in the night. Time was honey and melted wax. Time was that his lips were still against theirs, and it was all surely wrong, but their first proper kiss didn't feel wrong at all. It felt like the answer to a question they had been screaming for a while.

They were both on their knees, then, somehow. His fingers carded through the protagonist's hair, so gently, so tenderly. His lips trailed a song against the protagonist's throat, a comet path. Hot. Scattering molten stars through their body.

"Pray," he whispered against their ear. "Tell me if you get a fucking answer this time."

Then he sank his fangs into the protagonist's throat.

[ghostofskywalker]

Hi how are you? Well, I hope. I wanted to request:

"Should I stop talking?" || "Don't, your voice is very soothing" with Peeta Mellark please.

Thank you!

i'm doing well, thank you!! i absolutely loved this prompt, thank you for giving me a chance to write some hunger games fic!

words: 822

summary: You and Peeta spend time in a cave, attempting to fall asleep in the arena.

Belief in Love Can Outweigh All Odds

note: in this fic the reader is taking katniss' position as the female tribute from district 12 in the 74th hunger games. no specific combat specialty or other description is noted.

peeta mellark masterlist

It was cold, damp, and dark in the cave, and you knew that there was no way you were going to find sleep anytime soon. The amount of adrenaline currently flowing through your body was making sure of that, along with the sharp pain that still emanated from the sizable wound on your arm. But as bad as you felt right now, Peeta was looking a lot worse. He shivered and twitched in his sleep, the medicine you had almost paid for with your life working much too slowly for your liking. 

You didn’t necessarily believe the Head Gamemaker’s voice in the sky, that the Games could have two victors if they came here from the same district, but you also didn’t want to give up on the tiny flicker of hope that had taken hold in your heart, the hope that you would be able to go home without having to kill a boy you had grown up with. 

You cared for Peeta, and that alone was worth the pain of betrayal you might feel down the line. All of this had started as a ruse to get sponsors, the way you felt about each other, and so far it had worked. But what you didn’t really want to admit to yourself just yet was that those feelings were very quickly becoming real. It was a side effect of the games, you tried to tell yourself, the way that your emotions heightened by the hour, but you knew it to be false. The Capitol would never knowingly facilitate the growth of emotions like love or kindness in this arena, they laughed and cheered at the appearance of tributes’ animalistic tendencies, taking a perverse comfort in the way human beings would do anything if it meant they would get to walk away alive. 

And speaking of your fellow District 12 tribute, you watched as he began to stir awake. “Are you okay?” he whispered, immediately turning his attention to you. 

“Yeah,” was your slightly shaky response. “No one is going to find us here.” 

“How’s your arm? Does it still hurt?” 

You shook your head. “I’m fine. And you know, I should be the one asking you how you’re doing, not the other way around.”

“I told you not to risk yourself for me and you still did,” he said, a smile flickering over his face as he registered your weak attempt at a joke. “I don’t think I will ever be able to repay you for that.” 

“You don’t have to repay me.” 

“I can’t-” 

But you cut him off before he could finish speaking. “Peeta, I mean it. We’re in this thing together until the end, and right now just being alive is enough for me.” 

His hand reached out to rest on your cheek, and the look in his eyes was something you never wanted to forget. He certainly was able to act the part of the lovesick teenager better than you were, and part of you almost believed that this moment was real. 

And of course, it only became more believable when he leaned in and kissed you. 

You had shared a chaste kiss with him once before on the tour, as a way to ward off any rumors of deceit or trickery, but this was much more passionate. Both of you were covered in dirt and grime at this point, but you didn’t care one bit as you kissed back. The little voice at the back of your mind informed you that the entirety of Panem was probably watching you right now, but even that didn’t really matter. Right now, you just wanted to enjoy this moment. 

When you finally pulled away, there was a smile on your face that you would never be able to hide, no matter how hard you tried. “We’re going to be okay,” you said softly as you settled next to him, your head gently resting on Peeta’s chest. “We’ll win the Games, and then we can return home together. We can-” 

But he cut you off by reaching down to take your hand, getting you to turn and look up at him. “We should get some rest,” he said. “We’re not out of here just yet.” 

You weren’t sure you could truly get yourself to sleep, especially after what just happened between you two, but you nodded. “So what you’re saying is that I should stop talking?” 

“Maybe,” he said, a small laugh escaping his mouth. “Don’t actually, your voice is very soothing.”

You smiled before continuing to speak, telling Peeta random bits of information about the forest and stories from your family back home in District 12. You could tell when he finally fell asleep, his breathing slow and steady as you listed to his heartbeat, and all you could do was desperately hope that the two of you would actually be able to make it out of here alive. 

- the end -

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[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE HUNGER GAMES *  assorted dialogue from the 2012 film, adjust as necessary

i think it's our tradition.

it's been the way we've been able to heal.

i think it's... something that knits us all together.

you were just dreaming.

they're not going to pick you.

try to go to sleep.

i just gotta go. but i'll be back. i love you.

what are you gonna do with that when you kill it?

i was gonna sell it.

now i have nothing.

what if everyone just stopped watching?

it's as simple as that.

i'm not laughing at you.

we could do it, you know? take off. live in the woods.

we wouldn't make it five miles.

i'm never having kids.

guess the odds aren't exactly in my favor.

you keep it. it's yours.

aww, look at you. you look beautiful.

wish i looked like you.

as long as you have it, nothing bad will happen to you, okay? i promise.

freedom has a cost.

this is how we remember our past. this is how we safeguard our future.

you're stronger than they are. you are.

they just want a good show. that's all they want.

whatever you do, don't let them starve.

you know if you don't want to talk, i understand. but i just don't think there's anything wrong with getting a little bit of help.

so when do we start?

know, in your heart, that there's nothing i can do to save you.

you made me spill my drink.

i think i'll go finish this in my room.

you'll freeze to death first.

can you pass the marmalade?

you really wanna know how to stay alive? you get people to like you.

are there any surprises that we can expect this year?

i'm sorry that this happened to you, and i'm here to help you in any way i can.

you're here to make me look pretty.

i'm gonna do something that they're gonna remember.

don't be afraid.

why don't you go clean yourselves up a little before dinner?

i didn't touch your knife!

i hear you can shoot.

i hope you noticed we have a serious situation.

loosen your corset and have a drink.

i thought they hated me.

don't you know how beautiful you look?

just be yourself. i'll be there the whole time.

i'm prepared, vicious, and i'm ready to go.

do you want to tell us about it?

do i smell like roses to you?

you don't talk to me, and then you say you have a crush on me?

he made you look desirable.

we are not star crossed lovers.

look for water. water's your new best friend.

give me your arm.

we need a signal, in case one of us gets held up.

if you can't scare them, give them something to root for.

everyone likes an underdog.

i'm not gonna leave you.

nobody's gonna find you in here.

we'll just get you some medicine.

i should have gone to you.

i remember the first time i saw you.

[name], you're not gonna risk your life for me. i'm not gonna let you.

now there's no way i'm letting you go.

go on. i'm dead anyway. i always was, right? i didn't know that until now.

it's the only thing i know how to do.

there has been a slight rule change.

one of us has to die.

i'm sorry it didn't go the way they planned.

i couldn't imagine life without him.

they must be very proud of you.

so what happens when we get back?

i don't want to forget.

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part seven

summary: all the stars aligned, and it was you.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.5k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: guyssss omg this part AHHHHH

series masterlist // playlist

After your interview, Coriolanus insisted on being discharged so he could go home. If rest was all he required, he could do that at home, is what he told the nurses.

As soon as Tigris had gotten him home and retired to bed herself, he was quietly getting dressed again. If the arena was still going to be used even after the bombing, he had to see what that would mean for you. It couldn't have been rebuilt in a matter of days, and having an idea of what it would look like could possibly give you an advantage that you so desperately needed. The donations were a good start, but he could do more. He had to do more.

He walked all the way there and then to you with a bag on his shoulder and a knee that never seemed to stop aching. He could feel every step he took in his spine, and by the time he made it to the zoo, he was relieved that he could finally take a break. And finally, he could see you.

"Y/N?" You think you're hallucinating from hunger and paranoia when you hear his voice, making you sit up. "Y/N. It's me. Come here." Coryo's voice comes again, and you're quickly standing and making your way over to the bars.

"Coryo." You smile, wishing you could hug him. You still weren't totally sure if he was really there, or if you were slowly losing your grasp on reality. "What are you doing here?"

"I had to see you." He whispers, not hesitating to reach through the bars and grab your hand.

"But, Sejanus said-"

"I got them to discharge me after the interview. All I can do is sleep it off now anyway." He says, lifting your arm to get a closer look at the stitches. It's not like he could do anything to help it now, but he still wanted to make sure it wasn't getting infected.

You let him, and from the warmth in his hands as he touches you, ever so gently feeling the outside of your cut and grasping your hand, you can tell that he's real. "I thought I'd never see you again." You whisper.

"Likewise." He replies, lowering your arm but not letting go of your hand. "Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

"No." You say softly, giving a slight shake of your head. "It's nothing in comparison to what's to come. I'm trying to appreciate what I have."

Coryo is sure that is the nicest and saddest way anyone in the history of the world has ever confessed to being in pain. "You'll be okay." He assures you. "I won't let anything happen to you. I can't. You saved me."

"His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder." You say quietly, a small smile forming on your lips.

"Romeo and Juliet?"

"Coriolanus." You correct him, squeezing his hand where it's still wrapped around yours. "But, I have a confession to make."

"What is it?"

"Now, when I try and remember parts of Coriolanus, all I can truly think about is you." It's true. You tried to remember something from that play for your monologue, to say goodbye and thank him in a way he would easier understand, but instead, all you could think of were his blonde curls against his striking red uniform and his blue eyes against the softness of his skin. For the first time, your mind was empty.

He blushes, but he's sure you can't see it in the poor lighting of the cold night. "Well, your name has only ever meant one thing to me."

"Which is?"

"It's only ever been you."

You don't even realize he's as close as he is until you can feel his breath brushing over your skin, both of you having leaned in closer to hear each other until your foreheads were almost touching.

The cold that surrounded you completely disappeared as your eyes fell shut, lips hardly brushing against his. You both hesitated, at first.

Being stuck in that hospital bed for days only fueled the fire inside Coryo that was slowly burning and churning out smoke that would always led his mind straight back to you. He didn't care if you were 'District', how could he? You were made for him- and you proved that when you chose to save his life over saving yourself from a fate so horrible as a death in The Hunger Games. You weren't 'District'; You were You, and he simmered in the guilt of his rejection of you for days after he had done it. His dishonesty with himself had wasted precious days he could have spent with you, or at least you could have known. Right now, he could have been kissing you for the second, third or fourth time, but now he has to live with the fact that it's possible he'll only ever get to feel your lips on his just once.

Your first kiss wasn't what you imagined it to be. Not at all. You expected that you'd be home, for one, but if you could go back and tell your younger self that you would find your very own Romeo in a blonde boy from the Capitol, she would have laughed in your face. The circumstances would have broken her heart just like they are for you right now. He was gentle, too gentle for the role he was given.

When Coryo pulls away, he's startled to see your cheeks glistening with fallen tears, eyes red once you reopen them. God, how he hates seeing you cry. Especially because of him. Especially if he had hurt you, somehow. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No." You sniff, wiping your cheek on your wrist as you look away. Maybe he doesn't mind seeing you cry as long as you're still looking at him. "It's not your fault I just... I don't know. I'm scared."

You feel annoying for telling him again. He knows. Of course he knows, you've told him so many times.

"I know... I know you are." He nods, reaching out and holding your cheek, urging you to look at him again. "But you're going to be okay."

"I'm not." You smile sadly. "Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me; the carriage held but just ourselves and immortality."

Coryo just slightly shakes his head. "No." He denies the inevitability of your death vehemently. "Listen, I went to the arena. It's completely different in there. There are places to hide, to run, you could get up in the stands or down into the tunnels underneath. You can hide now and wait it out. You can do it."

"I... I'll try." You manage to squeak out, no longer wanting to cry in front of him, making him feel worse than he does.

Coryo nods, looking around behind you to double-check check none of the other tributes are awake. "I brought you some things that may help." He whispers, dropping his hand from your cheek to dig through his bag.

He pulls out a rolled-up scarf, it's hard to discern the colour in the dark as he holds it out to you. "Coryo, I can't take anything in. You know that."

"Please." He pleads. "I need you to take this. It can kind of keep you warm, or you could..." He trails off, watching as you unroll the silk fabric in your hands.

"I can't kill anyone." You remind him. "I won't do it."

"I know. I know that." He nods. "But everyone does things they aren't proud of to survive."

You chew on your lip as you rub the soft material between your fingers.

"Turn around." He tells you, holding his hands out for you to give it back. You hesitate before obeying, handing it back to him and facing the inside of the cage. "You can't carry it in, but I think if you wear it no one will notice." He whispers, gently pushing the strap of your dress down one of your shoulders.

You understand what he's trying to do, so you do the same thing on the other side and pull your arms out, letting the top half of your dress fall down around your waist.

Coryo's breath hitches in his throat as he stares at your bare back. Your skin was bruised and adorned a burn that looked like it came from being thrown across the ground. Your skin was supposed to be clear, untouched, and unharmed, but the state of it doesn't surprise him. He reaches around you, threading the unfolded material under your arms and across your front which you quickly adjust to cover your chest comfortably as he folds it over itself in the back. "Turn." He whispers, planting the softest of kisses on your shoulder as it bumps against the bars. He wanted to touch you, to drag his fingers across your skin and cherish the only time he would ever get to see you so bare, but he couldn't and he knew that.

You shiver from the warm touch, but make a point of turning quickly as he wraps it around you again, and it's just long enough to tie in the front. He helps you, though you could do it yourself, tying it tight and tucking the knot underneath the layered fabric to disguise it better. "Do whatever you need to with it." He tells you again, letting his hands slide over the material where it wraps around your waist.

You nod slightly, looking down at the scarf now tied around you. You felt safer in it already, less exposed. It felt like a hug. His hands slide up until they're pressed against your cheeks once more, and as he looks into your eyes he's hoping you understand how much he needs you to win.

You pull your dress back on, and it perfectly covers the scarf underneath.

"I have one more thing." He adds, reaching back into his bag and pulling out a small, silver compact.

You take it, turning it over in your palm. "Don't open it." He tells you quickly. "Don't open it until you have to. The powder inside is so deadly it'll kill you if you so much as breathe it in. Be careful."

You're quickly trying to hand it back to him, shaking your head. "Coryo, I told you-"

He pushes your hand back, but holds it in his. "I know. Don't use it if you don't want to. But I need you to understand that I will just be sick if I send you in defenseless. I can't let you die knowing I could have done more to help. I would do anything."

You nod, solemnly accepting that you have to take it. "I can't go in there with you, but I will do everything I can from out here. I promise. I'm not giving up on you." He insists. "They'll give me a computer, and I can send you things with the donations people send, and we have tons. Just like I told you. You won't starve. You just have to wait it out."

"Wait it out." You mumble back to yourself, still nodding as you look down at the cold metal compact held in your palm.

"I'll be watching you the entire time. We're in this together, okay? I'll be with you, you won't be alone." He gives you a small, weak smile.

"Okay." You whisper, tears still steadily falling from your eyes. "And then I can go home?" You ask quietly. You knew the answer, of course, but you desperately needed the reassurance.

"Then you can go home." Coryo confirms, squeezing your hands. "And see the stars, and your family, and your cat, and your books." He whispers.

"And you?" You ask, tilting your head at him, smiling with teary eyes.

"I'll come say goodbye." He nods, and your smile fades. Of course you couldn't stay together, but you hadn't even considered life after the games until this moment.

"Yes. Goodbye." Your smile fades into a more sad one.

"But I'll write to you." He promises.

"And I can send you books." Your normal smile returns and he nods.

"I would love that."

"That reminds me-" You tuck the compact into your pocket, dropping his hands and holding up a finger, telling him to wait while you walk away.

You carefully pull the small blanket from Jessup's sleeping form and grab the tattered copy of Romeo and Juliet, bringing it back to him "Here. Take these now, I just wanted to make sure they got back to you."

"Thank you." He nods, taking them back from you. He wasn't sure how he'd get them back otherwise, but he wasn't sure he really cared.

"Will you read it?" You ask, pointing to the book.

"I will. I'm looking forward to it." He smiles, tucking it under his arm. "I have to go, I'm sorry..." He says, realizing that you both needed as good of a night's sleep as you can possibly get. He was sure he wouldn't be sleeping much as it was.

"Of course. Go home, it's cold out." You nod, arms wrapped around yourself and suddenly he feels guilty for taking the blanket. There it was again, that selflessness. You had endless amounts of it- he was still worried you would do something stupid in the games like sacrifice yourself for Jessup, but only time would tell.

"Hey, take my advice, okay? We're a team." He reminds you and you nod. "Don't trust anyone once that bell rings. I mean it."

"Okay, Coryo. I trust you." You agree, wanting him to understand that you really would try your best to listen.

"Good." He nods, turning to look behind him, at the path he was about to take home. He was hesitating and you could tell, he didn't want to say goodbye, so you would.

"Good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow." You hum, a knowing smile on your face that he wouldn't fully understand, but you didn't need him to. It was a goodbye, that much he understood.

"Goodnight." He whispers, running his hand down the skin of your arm one last time before leaving. He couldn't stay forever, even though he wished he could.

When he got home and into bed, he couldn't resist opening the book that you had cradled in your hands just an hour earlier. He flipped through the pages under the glowing, warm light from his lamp, and the pit of sadness in his stomach only grew when he opened to where you had kept a bookmark. The rose he gave you, pressed and dried between the pages to save your spot.

He lifts the rose carefully, his eyes drawn to the words underneath. "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun."

[footballfanficwriter]

Late night cravings

Summary:where the reader is craving  and she wakes Jude up to her her food

A/n: I am well aware of the war that is happening between Israel and Palestine and I just want to say I support Palestine, but I want to let you know that before reading this there will be mentions of companies that are owed by Israel so consider this a warning when reading also the timeline of these events are before the war or the war is nonexistent and is not taking place

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It's 3 in the morning and I'm tossing and turning in bed, I turn to my left and find Jude is fast asleep, how can he be asleep, how can he fall asleep so easily

I sigh, giving up on finding a comfortable position and just lying on my back, my pregnancy bump just slightly peeking out in my line of vision, I stare at the ceiling for a while and think about how life is going to be in a few months, having babies and a  being mother, and in a few years being referred to as mom, the new responsibilities I'll have, I can't lie I'm terrified, I mean you see all these cases of mother's mental health decrease and how they have post partum depression after giving birth, what If I became like that and start hating my babies because of their existence, and those poor children won't understand a thing that is happening, just that their mother doesn't want them, or what if I just get depressed, and the need to do anything just disappears, I mean I can't afford to be depressed, it's going to affect the babies especially when I'll be breastfeeding and all

I sigh again and try not to look at the negative side of the situation, Jude said I should always call him or wake him up whenever I feel like this so he can reassure me and make me feel like everything is going to be ok, but I don't want to bother him, especially when it's so late, he's already got a lot on his plate, I continue staring at the ceiling just tapping on my belly for a while, and that seems to have woken my unborn children because they start kicking, it must be a party in there

"Ok guys go back to bed, it's too early for you guys to be awake" I whisper

I sigh for the 3rd time knowing it won't work

All of a sudden I feel the urge to eat like I haven't eaten in a while, I'm craving McDonald's,  KFC, and oddly enough something sweet, I don't know what but I'm craving something sweet

I try to ignore my hunger but I can't , I use my arms and hands to make me sit up and turn my head towards Jude then sigh again

"Jude"

"Babe"

"Jude wake up"

He wakes up and looks at me with tired eyes

I instantly regret waking him up the minute I see his eyes

"It's ok honey go back to bed"

"No, what is it, what do you need me to do"

"No, it's alright, it's not important anyway"

"Well, it must be if you woke me up at 3:30 in the morning"

"No it's not, go back to sleep, I'm sorry for waking you up"

"You know I'm not going back to sleep if you're not going to tell me what's wrong" he says

We sit in silence for about 5 minutes

"I'm hungry" I say

"Ok" he says getting out of bed finding his pants and putting them, then his socks followed by his shoes and a black hoodie, he then grabs his phone and opens it

"What do you need" he asks

"No, come back to bed, you don't need to do anything"

"Honey I'm already out of bed, you might aswell tell me"

"Ok, I want two big mac's from McDonald's, hot wings from KFC 24 pieces, a medium sized pizza with cheese, chicken pepperoni, apple juice, and something sweet, I don't know what but I want something sweet"

"Is that all?"

I nod and he says

"Ok, I'll be back soon"

He slightly climbs over the bed and kisses my forehead

"Don't feel bad love, I don't mind going out to get you food"

"You sure?"

"Definitely"

He leaves the room and walks downstairs, opens the front door and he's out

It's only after an hour when I hear the front door open again indicating that Jude is home, I hear him come up the stairs, walk down the passage and the door to our room opens

I see him holding take out and he walks over to me and places everything on the bed

"Ok, so I got everything you asked me for but I didn't know what type of sweet thing you wanted so I got you your favorite sweets/candy and your favorite cake, is it too much?

"No no honey it's perfect"

"You sure?"

"Mhm"

"Ok"

"Thank you"

"You're welcome"

He takes his shoes off and goes to his closet to put them away, he comes back and sits on the bed while I start eating my food in silence

I then turn to him and see him lying on his back with his eyes, I place one of the big mac's on his lap and he looks at me

"What are you doing?" He asks

"Have something to eat"

"No it's fine babe go ahead besides you're eating for 3"

"Yes but you still need to eat"

He sighs and takes the burger from his lap and we eat in silence

"You know, we still haven't come up with any baby names" I say

"Babe we'll name them when they arrive"

"We can't name them when they arrive who do you think we are kylie Jenner?"

He laughs at my comment

"Their names have to have Js though" he says

"No"

"Their names will be different but similar"

"Like?"

"What about Ella and Alex?"

"Or Beatrice And Brandon"

"Beatrice?"

"Yeah"

"That's an old lady's name"

"Madison and Mason"

"No, I'm not really feeling it

"What about Brian and Brianna"

"Ok we'll put that in the idea box, it's not bad"

"Really?"

"Yeah, what about Cara and Carter"

"Hmm, Cara and Carter Bellingham"

"Brian and Brianna Bellingham"

"O I like it"

"I know"

"Ok but on a serious note we need to discuss how we're going to raise these kids Jude"

"What do u mean?"

"Ways of discipline, what if they do something we won't approve of how would we react, what if they come out and they're part of the LGBTQ, what then what?"

"Ok, ways of discipline?"

"Yeah, we need to think about those"

"Simple we'll just beat them"

"I'm not hitting my children"

"Fine, then I'll do it"

"Jude"

"I'm joking, we can take away the things the love, like toys ban them from going to friends, you know all the soft stuff"

"Ok what about the age they can Start dating, and being in relationships?"

"Brian can date when he's 13 but Brianna is dating when she's 28"

"That's insane, we going to treat our kids equally, we can't discriminate because of their genders"

"Fine, both at 13 then" he says rolling his eyes at me

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" I ask

"yeah why, you wanna pull a Christian Grey on me"

"The fact that you can make that reference"

"Yeah, I can"

"Jude we're supposed to be talking about our Future and the Future of our kids"

"Ok, ok sorry"

"Then the LGBTQ thing"

"We disown them immediately" he says in a dramatic way

"Well it won't make me happy either but I guess we'll live with it, they are our children at the end of the day"

"Yeah"

"And the involvement of our parents in their lives, what boundaries need to be set"

"They need to be present that's for sure, buy them gifts and spoil them rotten, I just want them to make a strong connection and bond"

"Yeah that's for sure"

"What about sleep schedules"

"For us or for them?"

"For us"

"We'll take turns"

"One day it's my turn to stay the night with them, then then the next it's your turn, but if it's the both of them being fussy then we can both be awake, and rotate each twin  by the hour"

"What methods should we use If they don't want to sleep?"

"Music, white noises I heard that's good and relaxation for when you're trying to sleep so we'll use that or classical music it's up to them really

"And their sleep schedules?"

"20:00, that's their bed Time, everything must be done before that"

"And sports , that they'll play"

"You already know the answer to that question, I don't even know why you're asking that"

He laughs and I smile at him

"Social media for them?"

"Well considering who their dad is we need them to use other names, and they must be private accounts"

"At what age?"

"14 is when it can happen"

"So social media and phones at 14?"

"Yeah"

"And a trust fund?"

"Most definitely having that, we never know when things go South"

"Ok"

"And I think we should go for Therapy"

"Why, our marriage is not on the rocks"

"I know but I want us to strengthen our relationship and relate to eachother better, you might have things that I do that you don't like and things you do that I don't like, we were very young when we met, and they say time changes people we aren't the same people we were when we met"

"Fine, we'll go"

"And this will strengthen our marriage as well so it's a plus"

"Ok love, anything that makes you feel comfortable"

"Thank you"

"You know I'm glad we're doing this"

"Yeah same"

"That way if any problem is thrown at us we'll be prepared for it"

"True"

He leans in for a kiss and I do the same, I'm about to attach our lips when I feel something coming up my throat

Puke

I quickly open my eyes and run to the bathroom

"Oh wow if I disgust you so much then why'd you marry me"

"Jude"

"No really answer the question"

"It's the sight of your face, it makes me sick

"Very funny"

"It's not a joke" I say brushing my teeth

"Do you wanna cuddle"

"Yeah"

"C'mon then"

I walk towards him and lay my head on his chest and he plays his hand on my belly

"We've got footballers brewing in there"

"Jude, if they choose that they don't want to be footballers then please don't force them or make them feel bad about it or even force them, I want them to make their own decisions

"Fine, but I will be disappointed though"

"Understandable"

[joels-shitty-puns]

The Key To Your Heart - Track 4

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Gif by:@sh214

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

*! New warnings will be listed first !*

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: ~2.3K

Series List: Here!

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Hi there! To those of you who have read and are still with me, THANK YOU! I love you all. I'm sorry that my chapters are taking longer and longer. Work has been a bit more hectic lately and I also just had some serious writer's block with this chapter. That being said, it feels a little rough and I apologize if its awful lol. But either way, thanks for hanging in there with me and please let me know what you think! Your comments make me happy!

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You groaned, stepping out of bed and drifting towards the bathroom. Your face was sticky and your eyes stung from crying late into the night. It was silly, naive, and frankly stupid… but sometimes you can't control how hard emotions hit. Seeing that Pedro didn't actually watch your video was a let down - to put it mildly. Obviously he's a popular guy. A star. He has better things to do.

You should be grateful he even responded to your Instagram message before. Even though it hurts, surely he has more interesting things to do than message someone like you. Just because you wrote a song and he said he liked it doesn't mean he owes you anything more.

So after a fitful night's sleep, you were utterly exhausted; physically, mentally, and emotionally. Luckily, it was still your weekend and you could rest today. 

More like spend the day wallowing in your self pity… you think, disdainfully at yourself.

Looking in the mirror, you notice your puffy eyes. There's some new acne, and a mop of frizzy hair on your head. After using the toilet, you step on your bathroom scale before your shower; a morning routine you started during years of dieting. Another 3 pounds. Up again?!

You look in the mirror, pinching your stomach with a sigh. I guess I shouldn't have had those cookies yesterday…

The food guilt creeps up as you think of the goodies you've eaten recently. Cookies yesterday, fast food the day before. You were bitter that you weren't one of those people that could just magically eat whatever they wanted without gaining an ounce. 

But you aren't, and you should know better. 

Frustrated with your appearance, you begin your usual internal debate about how to fix it.

Maybe I should go back on the diet…

But the diet caused you so many problems. Remember the stomach issues? The hunger? The lack of joy? Binge eating on cheat days until you were sick?

But! I lost so much weight!

Yeah, until you started gaining weight…

Maybe I didn't cut enough. People said I looked so good. I was *almost* skinny.

Maybe people would like me more if I was skinny… Maybe Pedro would like me if I were skinny. There's no way he would be with me looking like this.

These were the debates that plagued you for months… years… a lifetime.

You showered, tears beginning to flow again as you tried to push out the thoughts. He was probably just busy, but either way you knew you didn't have a chance. 

Your friends were right. You were an obsessed fan. It was… concerning, as they said. They pitied you when you felt sad about your feelings. Just find someone you actually have a chance with, they pushed. Someone real.

But... he did message you. Maybe he didn't even know you had an interview yesterday? Maybe he watched it later. You were being utterly ridiculous. It didn't matter anyway.

But what you didn't know was that Pedro felt just as disappointed. He wanted to be the one on your list. The one you loved. He went to bed just as mopey as you did and woke up just the same.

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Having washed away your bad feelings as best as you could, you gave Skipper a kiss on his little forehead and made some coffee while scrolling Instagram. You were nervous to see what people had to say about your interview, but you had to face the music eventually.

As you could have predicted, people were running through the potential suspects (or prospects, that is) who have brown curly hair and brown eyes. Some supported you and loved your interview. Others criticized you for being too chicken to show yourself. 

You weren't used to this level of attention, and you really weren't sure you enjoyed it. But you were grateful to have your two lives kept separate, your true persona still shaded in privacy.

What you did not predict, was a notification popping up from Pedro, interrupting your scrolling. Forgetting to breathe, you immediately clicked on it. If the message were food from the oven, you would've burnt your hand the way you grabbed it so fast. 

Perhaps I should've been a little more chill about opening this so quickly... Oh well.

Pedro Pascal messaged you: "Hey! I watched your interview yesterday. You did fantastic. I know fame is new to you and you're nervous, but you're a natural."

Your heart swelled. He did watch it!! He must have just been busy during the live stream.

You replied: "Pedro! You watched it!?! Thank you so much. That really means a lot to me."

Pedro read your message immediately, but instead of sharing in your level of excitement, he was hit with a wave of confusion instead. She must just be trying to not hurt my feelings. She already knows I watched it.. unless she didn't even notice my name. Or she didn't care enough to look for it…?

He decided to play along with it anyway. "Absolutely, I did. I've had it marked on my calendar since the day it was announced a couple days ago and watched it as it was streamed live."

His response took you by surprise, and then made you angry. If he really watched it, he would know that they gave you a list of the people who watched it live. Why was he lying to you about it?

You started to plan out your response, maybe even send an accusatory comeback, but then you thought about it again.

Why would he lie about it? What would he gain by lying? He messaged you.

With this in mind, you instead chose to take a different approach. One better designed for fishing. One you had to be very careful about, so as not to reveal the fact that you looked for his name.

"Wait!? You watched it live? I didn't see you on the list. You're one of the few people I've spoken to who actually seem genuinely friendly and interested in having a conversation with me. I had sort of hoped you were listening."

There. That doesn't sound too revealing, right? Totally friendly…

Pedro opened your message and was met with both confusion, and something else he wasn't expecting. Hope. Did you look for his name??

Still, he wanted to address the confusion. "You didn't see me on the list? That's odd.. but I'm sure there were a lot of names to scan through. Maybe my name was just buried in that list."

You knew it wasn't buried. He was the only name you looked for. The only name you cared about seeing on that list, not that you'd admit that to him right now. But you also didn't want him to feel that insignificant either.

"There were a lot of names, I'll give you that. But I swear you weren't there. Were you logged into your account? Maybe your Internet crashed, or you missed part of it?"

Instantly he remembered the ten or so minutes that Oscar interrupted him. 

Oscar!

"Oh shit! That's it. Oscar barged into my house while I was watching it and I slammed my laptop closed."

"Oscar… Isaac? Wait, why did you slam your laptop closed?"

"Yeah, that's the one. And… I don't know. He just surprised me, I guess. It wasn't a planned visit."

Slamming your laptop closed is an odd reaction to your friend visiting, but okay, you thought.

"So you closed your laptop, and missed a few minutes. And that must have been the moment they pulled the list of viewers."

Pedro replied. "It must have. But I was there, more than happy to listen to what you had to say"

If my name had been on the list, would her answer have been different? When asked whether the man she loved was on the list and she said no, would my name have changed anything? Pedro wanted to ask you these questions. But he couldn't. Not only was he scared, but he also didn't want it to come off as some douchey comment that made you uncomfortable. He wanted to get to know you better, even if just as a friend, and he wouldn't let a silly little crush ruin that.

You sent a response that could be deemed as friendly or neutral, still cautious. "Thank you Pedro. I'm really glad you watched it."

He replied without hesitancy. "Of course. But, I am sorry that your guy wasn't on that list."

He sounds genuine. Not like he's fishing for information like everyone else on the internet. In turn, you decide to be playful with your response. Risky, but still not too revealing. "It's okay. It turns out that list wasn't as accurate as I once thought it was" you typed with a smirk.

"So maybe he was watching after all," Pedro answered.

"Maybe he was."

Pedro soon changed the subject, "I did enjoy hearing about your favorite things, though. You may know this already, but I love movies. Some of the ones you mentioned are a couple of my favorites as well. But as for your favorite books, I haven't read them, but I've been meaning to find a new book to read."

The fact that he was a reader made your heart flutter; the thought of him sitting with a book, his glasses perched on his nose, brow furrowed as he stroked his thumb over his lip in deep concentration. You were overjoyed at the thought of him reading *your* favorite book and potentially having someone to talk to about it. Before you knew it, you had frantically sent multiple excited messages.

You: "Oh! If you read any of my favorite books we HAVE to talk about them!"

Second message: "AGH the first book I mentioned is my favorite, out of all of them. The ending blew my mind. And the characters were just so amazing! Well except for that one guy.. but I won't spoil that…"

Third message: "But my favorite character has the greatest lines!!! Sometimes I like to quote it but nobody else gets it. And the way the author describes the settings is so magical, it makes you want to be there."

Pedro caught himself smiling at his phone, wrapped up in your excitement, as you were finally able to talk to someone about your favorite book. It was adorable how happy you seemed.

He started to type a reply when you sent another message. "Shoot… I'm sorry. I got a little too carried away…"

"Who told you that?"

Huh?

"Who told me what?" You asked.

"Who made you feel like you had to stop talking when you became excited about your interests?"

His question took you aback, but your mind struggled to pinpoint the answer to it. There's been so many people that have told you that over the years. People you assumed were friends. An old crush who didn't like multiple text messages at once. Classmates who would complain or make fun. It was routine.

"Oh. It's not a big deal. It's just something I've heard over the years. But I also know how I get and I don't want to be too much. I'm sorry. I don't want to monopolize the conversation too much either. But hey, you didn't mention, what are your favorite books?" You tried to change the topic.

Pedro felt that protective feeling bubble up in his chest again.

"Over the years!? There have been multiple occasions?" Pedro shook his head, even though you couldn't see through the text. "I'm sorry anyone ever made you feel that way or said anything to imply that your interests weren't worthy of being heard. Fuck them. They should be thankful that you shared your interests."

They should be grateful to hear your beautiful voice get so excited. To get to see your excitement and smile, Pedro thought to himself angrily. He hoped he could someday witness you getting excited over your interests in person too.

"Thank you Pedro. But really, it's okay. I know I get a little… obsessive and crazy, especially with sending multiple texts, so I don't blame them. Haha. :)" you tried to soften the mood.

"I don't want you to ever feel that way with me. I liked hearing you talk about your interests."

You began to type, but Pedro beat you to the punch.

"In fact… if you'd like to talk more," he gave you his phone number. "Feel free to text me, or you can call me too. I like talking on the phone, but I know not everyone does."

Holy shit. Is this real life? Did Pedro Pascal just give me his phone number? And ask me to call him?

Truthfully, your introverted self really didn't like talking on the phone. But the idea of talking to Pedro, hearing his voice on the other end of your phone was too much to handle.

What you didn't realize, was that Pedro wanted it just as bad.

Your fingers danced over your phone keyboard, trying to find the right words for a reply. What do you say when the love of your life (that you didn't think you would ever have a chance with) gives you his phone number?

Pedro watched anxiously as the three dot-dot-dots of typing appeared and disappeared over and over. His heart was racing, and he began to worry he may have overstepped this time. 

Why did you give her your number? She's going to think you like her!!! 

But you do like her, you idiot, Pedro berated himself.

He ran his hand down his face, waiting for your response in agonizing suspense. But instead of hearing the pop of a notification, his phone began to ring instead, an unknown number displayed on the home screen.

Wait… is that her? Is she CALLING me?!

He answered frantically, practically dropping his phone in the process. 

"Hello?"

"Hello? Pedro? It's me.."

You heard him give a breathless laugh before answering with a gentle "Hi."

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[badperson-8]

You can write that M!MC starts to go crazy and starts having not very pleasant thoughts against everyone until he gets tired and can't take it anymore.

I interpreted this ask in my own way, because I'm pretty sure that 'can't take it anymore' was for something different, but here we go.

I love them.

Even when Mammon breaks into my room and sneakily steals something to pay off his debts. He's the Avatar of Greed, he can't resist his nature. I've been saving up for several months to afford this stuff, and now it's gone. But things come and go. Love doesn't.

I love them.

Even when Levi throws a tantrum after I beat him in his favorite game and accidentally slashes my body with his claws. He's the Avatar of Envy, he can't resist his nature. I now have a scar, but I think it suits me. Love can't be hurt as easily as my body.

I love them.

Even when Satan doesn't come to our date. He saw me flirting with Lucifer earlier, and it was too much for him. So when I come to my room and see all the destroyed things, I understand. He's the Avatar of Wrath, he can't resist his nature. He was very sweet afterward, even replaced all the things he broke. If only he knew that my love for him couldn't be replaced by my love for Lucifer.

I love them.

Even when I find Asmo in bed with another man. It doesn't matter that we didn't discuss anything of the sort; I should have known. He's the Avatar of Lust, he can't resist his nature. He studied my reaction very closely, and when he saw that I wasn't angry, he decided that he shouldn't hide his other partners anymore. But he says that he loves me, so that's all right.

I love them.

Even when Beel constantly eats all my food. I think I lost some weight, but I'm sure that he needs food more than I do. He's the Avatar of Gluttony, he can't resist his nature. I tried to ask him to leave me at least something, but despite his best intentions, his hunger always wins. It's all right, I'll figure something out. It's great that my love doesn't need any fuel to sustain itself.

I love them.

Even when Belphie refuses to help me with anything. Cooking, cleaning around the house, or something more simple, like going for groceries. He's the Avatar of Sloth, he can't resist his nature. It must be hard, wanting to sleep constantly. I've never been in his shoes, so how can I judge? I'll do everything myself; my love will live even without his active involvement.

I love them.

Even when Lucifer gets mad at me. I didn't do my homework in time and disappointed Lord Diavolo. It doesn't matter that Mammon stole my PC and Satan destroyed the room, so I couldn't do the task. It doesn't matter that my scar hurts too much, and I feel a little dizzy from the lack of food. It doesn't matter that after finding out about Asmo's numerous secret partners, I couldn't get my shit together. I think something is breaking inside of me. It doesn't matter that I had to do all the chores alone, so I didn't have any time to find alternative means to do my homework.

I am an exchange student. And I should live up to this title, no matter what. That's what Lucifer is telling me. He's the Avatar of Pride, he can't resist his nature. He's used to being perfect, no matter the circumstances, and he expects his partner to be perfect as well. It's his way to show that he cares, and I love him for it.

I love them.

And they love me back. They feel safe around me. They would never see me as a threat. So when I come to their rooms in the dead of night and slice their throats, they don't struggle. Not even Lucifer. I look at the blood that slowly colors their bedsheets in red and wonder: When did my love become so exhausting? But now, when it's finally quiet and lonely, I smile because I realize...

Now I love them even more.

[novthewolf]

Two’s company, three’s a family - Part five

Summary : As a cupid, an angel of love, your mission was to make sure everyone was paired up with the right person. Yet you couldn’t get your two most ancient clients to finally end up together. And despite the 6,000 years spent on the case, you couldn’t bring yourself to give them up, oblivious to the reason…

Pairing : Aziraphale x Crowley / GN!Reader x Crowley / GN!Reader x Aziraphale (polyamorous relationship).

Parts : First - Previous - Next

Masterlist : Here

Warnings : foul language, mild nudity (chest), mention of s3x, drug mention, gun use, mild violence slow burn, english isn’t my first language.

Words : 4,4k 

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"Mmh... are... you sleeping ?" A very confused voice asked

"Nnh ?!" You shot up on your bed, feeling the blanket shuffle down on your legs. You tried to open your eyes in a panic before hissing when sunlight punched your irises. The curtains. You forgot the damn curtains.

"You guys gotta stop doing that... I have a door, you know." You rubbed your eyes.

It was Mihael. How nice of her to wait over night to scold you for your behaviour. You weren't naive; you knew Adriel would go complain to his friend. But you were smart enough to know she wouldn't say anything about it. It's been centuries since she learned you could actually feel. Yet she never said a word about it to Chamuel or Jophiel. You did not fully trust her, but she was okay.

"What is it like to sleep ?" Mihael was always curious, but she lacked the bravery to try. Whether it was food, walking, sex, or, in that case, sleep, to satisfy her hunger for knowledge and experimentation, she came to you.

"Mmh, peaceful.. I guess-" You looked down at your chest and decided you had enough that people kept catching you half naked. So you snatched up your tank top and got up.

"Just peaceful ? That's it ?" She jumped on through the window on your bed, shoes on. Ugh.

"Yeah, yeah, and... energised too. Listen, Mihael, why don't you tell me what you want ?"

Yes, you were a bit rude, but you just didn't have time; you needed to get to Aziraphale to discuss where the boy might be. And if you wonder, you never went to Crowley's flat. Risking being caught by unexpected visitors was enough of a reason to not visit.

"Right, right ! So..." She looked down, gloomy. "It's time, Y/N; we're going to unfold the Bound soon." She confessed with a sad smile.

You shuddered. Fuck. You forgot about that.

"You know, the four horsmen are being summoned, and we need to lay off the Love so War can fully step in."

"Yeah, I can't come into my full power..."

"Really ? Me too !" She chirped, delighted that you shared her point of view. You scoffed but smiled anyway. It's really a shame she'll never get to experience human life.

"So, now we must turn off the flow of love and go back to heaven to prepare for war."

You ruffled your hair and grabbed a drink of water. Mihael's piercing eyes were etched on the glass, and you handed it to her with a sigh. She looked so happy, you almost wanted to laugh. How selfless of you...

She didn't quite know how to drink, however, but you decided to let her test the water, so to speak. Mihael coughed a bit.

"Does that mean hate demons will rise too ?" You interrogated, your tone genuinely dull.

"Oh, they better not ! They'll have to wait for the battle to start, those worthless rascals..."

The cupid suddenly gasped and looked at you with guilt. You know she didn't mean to insult him. Your lip twitched, but you sent her a reassuring smile. Still, she couldn't shake the regret out of her scent.

"You know, maybe he didn't turn into a hate demon..." Her sweet voice faltered as she went on.

"It's fine, Mihael. You should go; I'm sure Adriel is waiting for you." You cajoled her while leading her to the door. Yes, you have a door.

"About that..." She stopped and turned around. Her dark pink eyes just scanned yours to convey what she meant. Not that she had to; you could smell the snowy nights from miles away. "Just be careful, Y/N."

Her advice kind of fell on deaf ears. You were always cautious, but you didn't live in fear of what they'd do to you if they found out you were out of line. Yet, they dread the simple thought of what you could be. You sloped against your wooden door. What a good way to start the day...

Calling off all Love so War can enter the picture. It just felt so contradictory. You were a being of love and peace; how could you be excited to see humans kill each other and fight in a war, possibly going against Crowley or... well, you knew who. You will not let this world be torn to smithereens. It's your safe place, your heaven. Your home.

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You strolled through the busy London streets, eager to get to Aziraphale as quickly as possible. A few people bumped your shoulders, stomped on your toes, and cursed at you. The withdrawal of love was already happening. Unsettled in an unwelcoming environment made you skittish, and you picked up the speed.

As you reached the bookshop, you stopped to analyse its not-so-familiar presence. The energy was angelic, yes, but it was so powerful...

Shit.

Archangels. And they were just leaving.

"Whoop- !" You activated your spell hastily. The chime rang, and the two entities simply walked off.

"No war, without war. Ah ! That's quite the line !" Grabriel almost yodeled. Right. You stayed there with heavy breathing.

Subconsciously, you called off the spell. Or maybe you didn't cast it in the first place. In any case, you didn't expect to feel the pressure of someone's hand on your shoulder.

"AH !"

Adding to the fact that your heart was about to explode just a second ago' the speed of your twirl did nothing to help you stay steady on your feet. Luckily for you, Aziraphale was alert enough to come to your rescue. He pressed his hand against your scapula and held you against his torso. You felt the side of your mouth twitch.

"I'm sorry, dear. I didn't realise how nervous you were." He jived, his cheekbones showing. But the smell of grapefruit told you you were not the only one nervous here.

"What did they want ?" You asked, feeling the ground with your own two feet again.

"Oh, they were just checking the status of the Antichrist." He opened the door for you and followed your lead.

"Why ? Did they suspect anything ?"

"Surprisingly, no. Not a thing." He shrugged in disbelief. You liked the scent of disbelief m: custard. Yes, just custard. Kinda hard to believe, heh ?

"Mh, Crowley's right... Heaven's not very bright, heh ?" You snickered. You sat on the couch and happily watched him chuckle.

"It seems so. It kind of makes me wonder if we are too." He took his place next to you.

"Oh no, we're bright." You started, glancing at him while pretending to reflect. "But we're also walking disasters.." You snorted.

"We can say the same about Crowley, then." He laughed and slid his right leg underneath his left thigh. You giggled and took a big breath of the new smell. Ah, freesia and blueberry pie; there's nothing better.

"Absolutely." You leaned back on the seat, literally comforted by the scent. "I just don't understand... What happened during the baby swap ?"

A few minutes pass. Minutes later, you just stared at each other. Before finally realising what might be the source of the problem.

"I think... I'm going to call Crowley reel quick-"

The ringtone of the bookshop's phone rang, interrupting you. Aziraphale quickly got up, with the help of his hand on your knee.

"Maybe it's him." He muttered while picking it up. "Hello, Fell's Bookshop, what can I do for you ?"

You waited for him. For a few seconds. Then you got bored. You left Eden at home, so you didn't have any company. So you decided to roam around the library.

"The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter ?"

The sculpture of a prancing horse proudly sat on a small table. You always had a lot of fun drawing the details with your fingers since the day he created his bookshop, which was also the first day you ate chocolate, if you remember correctly. You blew away the little dust that settled on his back, and flew right at you, making you cough.

"But there are..." He stopped to see what you were doing. You smiled, charming him up. His nose simply twitched before resuming. "There are no copies of her book available."

You stepped away from the horse and instead looked through Aziraphale's prophecy books. It has always amused me how humans try so helplessly to predict what the future holds. You were no stranger to the thought; you had your fair share of doubts about your own future. However, you learned what happens when you ask too many questions.

"I don't have it. Nobody has-" The sudden silence pushed you to study the angel's face. Apparently, the correspondent wasn't the most polite boy. His mouth was set in a hard line, and he stuck his nose in the air. He was so outraged that he reeked of watermelon and curry. You would agree that it's not a nice combination. Also, you hadn't noticed, but his glasses were quite fancy on him. You shook the thought away.

"Well, there really is no need for that kind of language." He hung up and put down his glasses. You couldn't help but stare for a moment. His bright, white hair caught the sun in its lock, giving him a glow to his already stunning face. Oh, stop already, will you ?

When you finally gawked back at the shelves, a huge brown spider welcomed you.

"Fuck- !" You yelled and fell back down with a loud thud, knocking a few books on your way. Azirphale gasped and sprinted by your side.

"Are you okay ?" He was very anxious. You were just embarrassed out of your mind.

"I'm fine... Let's just call Crowley already."

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"Hey, this is Anthony Crowley. You know what to do. Do it with style."

No, it wasn't the demon answering machine. It was just you mocking him. Which he didn't seem to enjoy.

"Haha, keep laughing, and I'll bring back the spider to your face." He growled. "Why are you afraid of spiders anyway? Aren't you supposed to love all animals?"

Aziraphale was such a snitch ! Right after he got Crowley on the phone, he told him about your fall. You very distinctly heard his laugh after that.

"Stop your bickering, you two! And watch the road." He sighed, not comfortable at all. He didn't like speed that much. Nonetheless, for his best, Crowley should be the one to drive. You might give him a heart attack if you were the one behind the wheel.

"You've lost the boy."

"We've lost him." He corrected.

"A child has been lost. But you still know his age." He started to point.

"We know." He once again corrected

"We get it: you don't want to be the only one responsible." You rolled your eyes. Congratulations! You earned yourself a growl.

"We know his birthday. He's 11." Aziraphale was trying his best to keep your attention.

"You make it sound easy."

"Well, it can't be that hard..."

"At least it reduces the search area." You flapped your hand. You were still frustrated, and you felt his discouragement slowly becoming yours. Your heart filter wasn't doing very well. We only have to find his birth record."

"And then what ?"

"Well, then we find the child." Azirphale smiled. At least you could feel his hope too.

"And then what ?"

Aziraphale didn't know what to say. He simply stared at Crowley. Until a car honk cut short his attempt to find a solution.

"Watch out for that pedestrian !" The angel bawled with alacrity.

"Woah- !" You shouted. The movement had you flying on the left side of the back seat. You've never so close to the goddamn door.

"She's on the street; she knows the risk she's taking." He dissmissed. "And I'm sure it would help you two stop breathing down my neck."

You scoffed.

Oh, I'll give you 'breathing down your neck.

You scooted over to the right seat and leaned behind Crowley. Your mouth grazed his ear, and you felt the tiniest tilt of his head, like he forced himself not to move. So prideful, you joked to yourself.

"Just watch the road." You breathed down his neck. You grinned as you watched gooey bumps form on his skin. He really hated it. You laughed and pulled back. You patted his shoulders and repeated yourself. "Watch the road."

Your laughter died out as you saw Aziraphale gulp. You took back your place in the middle, almost guilty.

"Sorry, I forgot about personal space again."

Crowley's sunglasses blocked your view of his eyes; you couldn't tell if you had overstepped. We can all thank Aziraphale for his help in easing the tension.

Where is this hospital, anyway? He asked. He rubbed his sweaty palm on his trousers in an attempt to calm his nerves. Crowley coughed.

"Mh, a village near Oxford: Tadfield. His neck was still tensed. You really strung a string, huh?

"Crowley, you can't do 90 miles per hour in central London !"

"Why not ?"

"You'll get us killed! Well, inconveniently disincorporated. He granted.

"Oh God, no, not the paperwork..." You got disincorporated once, and it took you two years to finally get a new one. Still, you're sure it had been improperly delayed.

"Music ! Why don't I put on a little music...?" He hummed quizzically and looked over at you. "Do you know the Velvet Underground?"

"You wouldn't like it." Crowley interjected.

"Well, it kind of feels like you've been high the whole time."

"Oh, bepop!" He recognised you. You eyed him in disbelief before nodding.

"... Right-"

"Yah !" Aziraphale yelped. Crowley did a swerve to the right, flying you away in that direction.

"Brute !"

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The air was stuffy. Like on a deeply hot day. It was overwhelming, too. As you left the car, you scanned around you, discretely sniffing the wind. It was not held in a constant flow of emotion; it permeated the air. But it felt good. It wasn't threatening in its presence; it just existed and belonged.

"Y/N ?" Crowley called out, standing in front of the manor gates next to Aziraphale. You studied the ark, made of bricks and white stone. The whole building was surrounded by metal fences, where you could at least see the central courtyard. Which seemed cluttered with a bunch of stuff.

"You're sure this is the right place? You wondered, doubtful.

You went to them, attempting to filter that particular emotion.

"It doesn't really look like a hospital." Aziraphale agreed with you when you got to their level.

But then it hit you. You gasped, like you'd been punched in the stomach. You grabbed the angel's arm to not collapse. That was so strong. You haven't felt such things in a long, long time.

"What is it ?" Crowley asked. You chuckled.

"It feels so loved." You gazed up. Aziraphale straightened your arm while he searched for it too. You pressed your hand to your chest. Your heart filter was giving you trouble, yes, but you sure as hell wouldn't complain about it.

"No, it's definitely the place. Crowley spoke, his tone faint.

"They're right..." He smiled at you, thrilled by the fulfilling sensation of love.

"Uh-hu... Sure, can we go see the nuns now ?" He led the way.

You scoffed. "Grumpy pants..." You followed in second.

Despite that, you looked at Aziraphale and giggled. You were glad to finally be able to share your joy without risking destruction for it. Immediately after, you three got shot by something.

"Argh !" For once, the three of you simultaneously exclaimed.

Crowley got hit inside his vest, right above the heart. In your case, the sharp pain was localised to your right hip. As for Aziraphale, the "bullet" struck his calf, making him hop on one foot for a second.

"What..."

You touched where the impact occurred and saw it was just... paint ?

"Blue ?" Aziraphale asked, ever-so-confused.

"Heh, yellow." You snorted. Oh, you've got red. You noticed Crowley's chest was covered with red paint. "One more, and we're Power Rangers.."

"Hey !" A nasal voice hollered. Crowley took one step forward in front of you and Aziraphale. The man in army clothing scoffed. What... are they doing out there? You saw the angel shuffle to see the state of his pants. "You've all been hit! I don't know what you think you're playing at-"

Crowley abruptly roared as his demon self and the whiny player fainted. "Well, that was fun." He smirked.

"Well, yes, fun for you. Look at the state of those trousers !" Aziraphale pivoted his leg for you to see. "I've kept them in tip-top condition for over 180 years now." Crowley started to circle around the both of you. "Oh, I'll never get this stain out."

"You could just miracle it away." You shuddered, saddened by his concern.

"Mmh, yes, but... Well, I would always know the stain was there." He explained, his tone brittle. You pouted with a smile. Ah, such pleading eyes ! How could you say no ? You twirled your wrist around, waving the paint away.

"Oh, thank you." You smiled and enjoyed the whiff of old books. The smell of thankfulness, if you wondered. You spotted the strange gun on the ground and picked it up.

"What a weird piece of hardware..." You enjoyed the design of it, actually. Might copy it, too. Replace the paintball stocking compartment with a crossbow flight groove and riser...

"Expert in the field ?" Crowley snorted before taking the gun away. "Don't your lot disapprove of guns ?" He asked and pretended to aim your way.

"Unless they're in the right hands," Aziraphale said, confiscating the weapon. "Then they give weight to a moral argument." His explanation seemed to amuse the demon, who had a big grin plastered on his face.

"A moral argument ? Really ?" He bugged the two of you. You were just thankful. Aziraphale took the subject into his own hands and just shrugged. He laughed a bit before walking towards the building.

"Come on."

Inside, a few posters and a board were displayed that showed the rules of "the paintball game". The reception seemed to also stock a few guns and helmets. Soon, they won't have to just play war... You heard the commotion through the window, plus a kindhearted "Fuck off" too.

"Charming..." Aziraphale mumbled to your right.

"Wonder where the nuns went ?" Crowley took a brochure from the little table on your left and inspected it.

"Any information about the former satanic maternity in that little paper of yours?" You teased. The demon forced a laugh before throwing the brochure away.

On your way, you encountered a young woman running your way.

"Oh, Millie from Accounts caught me on the elbow." She groaned. You ended up stopping diagonally. The angel bent slightly in front of her to check for a possible wound at her elbow. "Who's winning?"

"You're all going to lose." Crowley announced, since he was closer to her. He snapped his fingers, obviously operating a miracle. In an instant, the splashy sound of the bullets started to sound more like a machine gun than a fairly hurtful but still non-lethal weapon. The woman ran off.

"Huh..."

What the hell did you just do? Aziraphale snapped with frantic movements.

"Well, they wanted real guns, so I gave them what they wanted, he mused, visibly proud of himself. You followed right behind him. You couldn't help your incredulity and stared at him, mouth agape.

Once you got to a window, you and Aziraphale pressed against the window and saw barrels exploding, sparks, and dust everywhere.

"Crowley !" You stressed, running up to him.

"There are people out there shooting at each other. "The guardian lamented by your side.

"Well, it lends weight to their moral argument." He kicked a door, shattering glass in the process. Aziraphale joined his hands and fidgeted with his fingers.

"Everyone has free will, including the right to murder. Just think of it as a microcosm of the universe."

"Oh, don't try to lecture us, buddy !

"They're murdering each other." Aziraphale stood before Crowley, stopping him in his tracks. You joined him.

You saw Crowley roll his eyes, despite his glasses. "No, they aren't. No one's killing anyone; they're all having miraculous escapes. It wouldn't be any fun otherwise. He explained it before our pleading eyes.

You scoffed. You shared a knowing smile with Aziraphale. Sometimes, you forget that Crowley is actually a good person and are worried that he might harm humans. But he never did. Deep down, he really loved humankind. In a teasing mood, the two of you started to walk away in front of Crowley, discussing his case.

"Aah, what a softie." It was a real claim. One thing that the demon didn't particularly appreciate was that you felt him boil in your back. Aziraphale nodded.

"Of course. I've always said that, deep down, he really is a nice guy. He began, but gasped instead.

Well, both of you did.

Crowley had suddenly roared and seized you by your collars. He roughly pulled back, colliding both of your bodies against his. You stumbled back; your head clued his upper chest. You grabbed on to his waist to not fall. Aziraphale had landed a bit higher, at neck level, and was able to meet his gaze. He also stood approximately straight, while you were quite curled up against Crowley.

"Shut it ! I'm a demon; I'm not nice! You felt his voice rumble in his chest. You gulped. You weren't scared by any means, just... mh, troubled? "I'm never 'nice'. Nice is a four-letter word. I will not have-"

"Excuse me, gentlemen ?"

The pair both turned their heads towards the professional voice. All you could do was try to nuzzle your way up Crowley's arm to peek over the black vest.

"Sorry to break up an intimate moment. Can I help you? She slowed down, and Crowley had time to recognise her. You gazed up at him but couldn't quite make out his expression. Nor his smell.

"You." His grip loosened. You helped yourself back up with the help of your stretched-out arm. You saw Aziraphale analyse Crowley's expression.

"Saints and demons preserve us; it's Master Crowley-" The woman with short hair stepped back. She didn't have time to flee, however, as the demon snapped her in place.

"You didn't have to do that; you could have just asked her. Aziraphale scolded him while fixing his suit. Crowley opened his mouth wide and made an offended sound. Alright, let's not discuss what just happened, then... You felt the angel's hand dust your shoulder swiftly.

"Of course, of course ! No. Yeah. 'Excuse me, ma'am, we're three supernatural entities just looking for the notorious Son of Satan. I wonder if you might help us with our inquiries." He spat and flashed his teeth in a scornful manner.

"Of course, of course ! No. Yeah. 'Excuse me, ma'am, we're three supernatural entities just looking for the notorious Son of Satan. Wonder if you might help us with our inquiries ?'" He spat and flashed his teeth in a scornful manner. You shot him a disapproving look but didn't say anything.

You walked up to her and let Aziraphale do the questioning.

"Mh..." He coughed, unsure. "Look... hello." His smile was always so sweet. You breathed a laugh and shook your head at your proximity. "You weren't, by any chance, a nun here at this convent 11 years ago, were you ?"

"I was." She acquiesced, completely transfixed.

"Mmh, luck of the devil." Eyebrow raised, you looked at Aziraphale, who had quite the cocky little smile on his face. You glanced at Crowley and held yourself back from snorting at the sight of your shared experience.

"What happened to the baby that was given to you ?" You asked.

"I swapped him with the son of the American ambassador. Such a nice man." You caught the smell of sun-soaked sand. You couldn't help but smile when you felt how fond she was of the memory. "He used to be the ambassador of Swindon." She added.

Honestly, you were relieved you found as much confusion on their faces as you felt. Crowley shrugged and shook his head, showing that he had no clue what the fuck she was talking about.

"Then Sister Theresa Garrulous came and took the other baby away."

"This American ambassador—what was his name ? Where did he come from ? And what did he do with the baby ?" The demon snarled, his red hair flying everywhere.

"I don't know."

"Records." Aziraphale insisted. "There must have been records." He gestured for her to continue.

"Yes. There were lots of records. We were very good at keeping records."

"Good; so where can we find them?" You questioned.

"They were unfortunately burned in the fire."

Crowley groaned and threw it back in pure annoyance. "Hastur !"

Aziraphale queried again.

"Is there anything you remember about the baby?"

"He had lovely little toesies-woesies." Her response brought a smile to your face, matching Aziraphale's. Crowley obviously had enough and took off.

"Let's go."

"You will wake, having had a lovely dream about whatever you like best. He miracled. You added a good memory orb discreetly for good measure.

"Oi." Crowley called.

As you approached outside, the sirens overtook all sound, and you saw dozens of policemen evacuating the players and taking their rigged weapons.

"You'd think he'd show up, wouldn't you ? You'd think we could detect him in some way." Aziraphale notified. He waved away a bit of smoke.

"He won't show up. Not to us. Protective camouflage." Crowley reached behind your back and pulled on Aziraphale's arm firmly, dragging you along. A bullet zoomed to your right.

"He won't even know it, but his powers will keep him hidden from prying occult forces."

You were nearing the exit, and the air felt heavy in your lungs. The stress you felt was really increasing as the trail of the investigation plummeted. Plus, the fact that love was slowly disappearing was freaking you out of your mind. You felt a constant pull trying to get you back to heaven, where all the love was stored away. Everything was just too nerve-wrecking for your dysfunctional little heart.

"Occult forces ?" You heard Aziraphale's question.

"Well, you know, us."

You watched the angel's features contort into perplexity.

"We're not occult." Crowley sighed at his objection. "Angels aren't occultists; we're ethereal."

You didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the pressure of it all, or just the fact that Aziraphale still at to make such shallow precision, but you giggled quietly at first. The more it grew, the more it alerted the two entities. It was apparently communicative since they also started laughing softly. You continued to joke on your way to the car. You took you regular seat back, and smiled foundly as the two in the front.

Yeah, Armaggedon was bad. But at least you didn't have to face it on your own.

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Hard day for Y/N, I hope you won't get any bruises ! ;)

If you have any question about your character (yourself in a sense), I'll do my best to answer without spoilers ^^

Hope you enjoyed it ! Bye !

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[munchmemes]

florence + the machine lyrics, high as hope edition

A SIDE

❛ i'm so high, i can see an angel. ❜ ❛ i hear your heart beating in your chest. ❜ ❛ the world slows 'till there's nothing left. ❜ ❛ in those heavy days in june when love became an act of defiance. ❜ ❛ hold onto each other. ❜ ❛ you were broken-hearted and the world was, too. ❜ ❛ i was beginning to lose my grip. i always held it loosely but this time i admit, i felt it really start to slip. ❜ ❛ at seventeen, i started to starve myself. ❜ ❛ i thought that love was a kind of emptiness. ❜ ❛ at least, i understood then the hunger i felt & i didn't have to call it loneliness. ❜ ❛ we all have a hunger. ❜ ❛ don't let it get you down, you're the best thing i've seen. ❜ ❛ we never found the answer but we knew one thing. ❜ ❛ in that pink dress, they're gonna crucify me. ❜ ❛ how could anything bad ever happen to you? ❜ ❛ you make a fool of death with your beauty. ❜ ❛ i thought that love was in the drugs. ❜ ❛ the more i took, the more it took away and i could never get enough. ❜ ❛ for a moment, i forgot to worry. ❜ ❛ i thought it doesn't get better than this. ❜ ❛ there can be nothing better than this. ❜ ❛ the world is at your fingertips. ❜ ❛ everything i ever did was just another way to scream your name. over and over and over again. ❜ ❛ i want a space to watch things grow. ❜ ❛ did i dream too big? do i have to let it go? ❜ ❛ what if one day there is no such thing as snow? ❜ ❛ i don't know anything. except that green is so green. ❜ ❛ there's a special kind of sadness that seems to come with spring. ❜ ❛ you need a big god. big enough to hold your love. ❜ ❛ you keep me up at night but to my messages, you do not reply. ❜ ❛ you know i still like you the most. ❜ ❛ you'll always be my favourite ghost. ❜ ❛ sometimes i think it's getting better and then it gets much worse. ❜ ❛ is it just part of the process? jesus christ, it hurts. ❜ ❛ though i know i should know better, i can make this work. ❜ ❛ shower your affection, let it rain on me. ❜ ❛ are you deeply sleeping or are you still awake? ❜ ❛ a good friend told me you've been staying out so late. ❜ ❛ be careful, my darling. be careful what it takes. ❜ ❛ from what i've seen so far, the good ones always seem to break. ❜ ❛ i can feel your anger from way across the sea. ❜ ❛ i was kissing strangers, i was causing such a scene. ❜ ❛ oh, the heart, it hides such unimaginable things. ❜ ❛ i want you so badly but you could be anyone. ❜ ❛ hold me down, i'm so tired now. ❜ ❛ leave me where i lie. ❜ ❛ i feel like i'm about to fall, the room begins to sway. ❜ ❛ i can hear the sirens but i cannot walk away. ❜ ❛ i thought i was flying but maybe i'm dying tonight. ❜

B SIDE

❛ i'm sorry i ruined your birthday. ❜ ❛ i guess i could go back, try and make my parents proud. ❜ ❛ i don't think it would be too long before i'm drunk again. ❜ ❛ this is the only thing i've ever had any faith in. ❜ ❛ [NAME], i don't say it enough. you are so loved. ❜ ❛ all the walls were melting and there were mermaids everywhere. hearts flew from my hands and i could see people's feelings. ❜ ❛ and you, you were the one i treated the worst. only because you loved me the most. ❜ ❛ we haven't spoken in a long time. i think about it sometimes. ❜ ❛ i don't know who i was back then and i hope and hope i would never treat anyone like that again. ❜ ❛ oh [NAME], you've always been my north star. ❜ ❛ i have to tell you something, i'm still afraid of the dark. ❜ ❛ do you understand that with every seed you sow you make this cold world beautiful? ❜ ❛ you told me all doors are open to the believer. ❜ ❛ i believe her. ❜ ❛ how's that working out for you, honey? do you feel loved? ❜ ❛ i drink too much coffee and i think of you often. ❜ ❛ are you afraid? 'cause i'm terrified. ❜ ❛ you remind me that it's such a wonderful thing to love. ❜ ❛ i believe in you and in our hearts we know the truth. ❜ ❛ i believe in love and the darker it gets, the more i do. ❜ ❛ it's just too much, i cannot get you close enough. ❜ ❛ a hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here. ❜ ❛ lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly. ❜ ❛ we have no need to fight. we raise our voices and let our hearts take flight. ❜ ❛ my held breath fills the room with love. ❜ ❛ it hurts in ways i can't describe. ❜ ❛ my heart bends and breaks so many, many times and is born again with each sunrise. ❜ ❛ we're sorry, we thought you didn't care. ❜ ❛ how does it feel now you've scratched that itch? ❜ ❛ hubris is a bitch. ❜ ❛ i feel nervous in a way that can't be named. ❜ ❛ we're a family pulled from a flood. ❜ ❛ it was so far to fall but it didn't hurt at all. ❜ ❛ i've always been in love with you. could you tell it from the moment that i met you? ❜ ❛ they told me that they loved me then ghosted me again. ❜ ❛ the older i get i find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject. ❜ ❛ i must confess, i did it all for myself. ❜ ❛ the loneliness never left me. i always took it with me. ❜ ❛ the loneliness never left me. i always took it with me but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company. ❜ ❛ no chorus will come in. no ballad will be written. it will be entirely forgotten. ❜ ❛ and if tomorrow it's all over, at least we had it for a moment. ❜ ❛ things seem so unstable but for a moment we were able to be still. ❜ ❛ this will be entirely forgotten. ❜

[lovelaughsimp]

"⁂ ᵒʰ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳᵉˢᵗ ♫︎"

Tags:

fluff, unhygienic lifestyle, cute fedya

Pairing:

Fyodor x reader

Summary:

Fyodor has been working on his plans for a long time, without any care about his self. So, you took it upon yourself to help him.

Fyodor has been busy on his plans, without any rest. The monitor getting all of his attention, away from the world in his own mind, worrying about his plans. Fyodor is a smart man, at least that is what everyone thinks of him. But you know otherwise. He's always so busy or engrossed in his work to take care about himself. Sometimes he even forgets to eat. Sometimes he's too busy to even sleep, you will have to force him to sleep. He acts like a stubborn child but he can't deny the wishes of his dear myshka, now can he?

You came into his room, with some breakfast in your hand, as he's so busy to eat, even forgetting that hunger exist. Sometimes you feel like you are babysitting a child. You sighed and went near him. Fyodor was looking patiently at his monitor, unknowingly chewing on the flesh near his nail of his thumb , he was chewing hardly enough that it seemed like it would bleed soon. You went near him and gently took his thumb out of his mouth, only if he would chew his food that much, you thought.

"Fedya, oh my God what are you doing?" You put the plate down on his desk and gently took his thumb in your hand, there is redness around the flesh he was biting. "Look at this! It is hurting isn't it? You were about to eat your whole damn thumb huh? Why can't you think about your well being." You sighed lecturing him. He never takes care of himself, hell he doesn't even clean his room, what is so important about his plans that he forgets about himself.

"Myshka, this is just a habit. I didn't notice I was doing so until you noticed it " Fyodor said wondering, why did it matter so much, he was just biting his thumb and it doesn't even hurt much, but here you are being yourself, always caring about small things. Not that he hate it, he finds it cute even. Someone who's the complete opposite of him. How did he get so lucky. But that's for him to think.

"Habit or not, you should be careful" you said softly, bringing the flesh he was biting near your lips and kissing it softly. Fyodor looked surprised, a blush made way to his face. How could something as simple as a kiss, not even a proper kiss could make him so vulnerable. Fyodor, world's most smartest genius could go down on his knees for you. Just hoping, he won't faint due to his anemia ( sorry for the joke, we love our anemic rat)

"Moya lyubov, what are you doing?" His voice strained, he looked at you. "Oh what am I doing? Tell me?" You teased him bringing the tip of his finger near your lips and kissing it, you kept on kissing all over his fingers and then pressed a kiss on his palm, looking at him sweetly. Fyodor cleared his throat, trying to adjust his expression, after all, he wouldn't want you to see him like this.

Fyodor brought his hand back, trying to focus on the monitor again. You pouted disappointed that you couldn't see his expression. Well only if you knew, he was trying really hard, not to let your presence affect him. Only if you knew that even though his attention was on his monitor, but his mind and heart was still at your sweet gesture.

You wanted to tease him and an idea clicked your mind, you took a chair and sat near him.

"Fyodor can i-"

"No." He said calmly.

You gasped shocked. "But I didn't even say anything."

"Well, I know what's going in that sly mind of yours, myshka and that's still a no." Fyodor said, still looking at the monitor typing away things, you have no idea about.

"But I just want to feed you." You slacked in your chair, acting sad, face slumped down as if you are denied of a treasure.

"My dear, you know I'm busy right now." He said calmly still working on his keyboard.

"And I'm a tree" you said annoyed, looking at him working, he looked so weak, your face become sad, you wanted him to take care of himself .

"Dearest, that doesn't make any sense" Fyodor looked down at the monitor, a slight smile on his face, it stayed there for a second and he went back to his normal self.

"Exactly! I thought we were talking about things that doesn't make sense." You said sarcastically, looking at his fingers, that stopped working on his monitor,oh this is my chance, you thought. "Fedya, I just want to feed you, pleasepleasepleaseplease" You requested him, he snorted, amused at you being adamant about him eating.

"You are so stubborn, milaya" He whispered and turned around, his body facing you.

"Are you saying that I'm just like you?" You teased, looking at him, taking the plate on your hand.

"Whatever does that mean, dearest." He said while looking at you, admiring you. How sweet you are. Sometimes, he wonder if he can also live a simple life like everyone else? Well, that's a thing in the future, right now you and his presence is all that matters.

"I mean, they say you turn like the person you spend most of your time with, that is why I'm turning stubborn just like you, Fedya." You laughed taking spoonful of food near his mouth. "Say ahh, kitten"

Fyodor chuckled . Him and kitten? Only you could treat the most dangerous terrorist like this. He was not complaining though. He opened his mouth, waiting for you to feed him.

You fed him food, mentally high-fiving yourself at your victory. There was a grain of rice on his lips, he was looking like a cute cat? Or maybe a rat? You giggled at him, finding this so funny and adorable at the same time.

Fyodor looked at you, about to finish chewing at his food. "What are you laughing at, Moya lyubov?" He questioned, squinting his eyes.

You stood up from your chair and pressed your thumb on his lips, cleaning his lips, looking at his eyes for some seconds, his eyes were so beautiful, they had a coldness to them but for you they always turned soft. After admiring his eyes for some seconds, your gaze wandered to his lips, and suddenly you kissed him. Fyodor widened his eyes, shocked at this predicament, a pinkish-red hue illuminating his pale skin. So cute.

You are really so unpredictable, your actions, your voice, everything about you is confusing to him. You made the most intelligent man, question his intelligence. It's like he's a fool in front of you, for you and he doesn't mind.

Note: I hope you smiled even if it's little, sending alot of happiness <3!

Anyways his reaction after you kissing him!

[absurdthirst]

What He Deserves {Dave York x F!Nanny!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 21.5k

Warnings: Divorce, lawyers, cheating, mentions of STDs, flirting, oral sex (male and female receiving), knife play, fingering, vaginal sex, arguing

Comments: Divorcing Carol is nasty once he discovers that she had been cheating on him. His ex decides the entire reason he agrees is because he wants to fuck the nanny. He does, but what he really wants is to be happy. You decide to give him what he deserves.

Co-written with @pedropascalsx

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Rolling his eyes, Dave stares at Carol across the sleek and shiny table in the conference room. Flanked by a severe woman in a tight suit that is supposed to be empowering and her rumpled counterpart on the other side in the form of a browbeaten lawyer, he scoffs and shakes his head. "You aren't getting the house for nothing." He tells her. "I haven't cheated and I'm not going to just give you what you want because you are pitching a fit."

“Oh please, David,” Carol says with a roll of her eyes, “I’ve seen the way you look at her. Do you think I’m stupid?”

"Since when is looking at someone cheating?" This question is posed to her lawyers, then he looks back at his own. "Am I right? Never laid a finger on her."

“So you say,” Carol says with a shrug of her shoulders. “I want the house. The girls shouldn’t have to leave their rooms… And they’re attached to her and despite their fathers intentions towards her… she’s a good Nanny, and if we move we won’t be able to afford her.”

"So I should pay for you to live in that house and for the nanny because you think I'm cheating, when I'm not?" He shakes his head, frustrated with how greedy she's being.

“Yes.” Carol says simply with a smirk splashed across her smug face. She should feel guilty seeing as she’s been sleeping with her personal trainer for the past few months but she refuses. She has never seen Dave look at her with as much hunger as he does their blissfully unaware Nanny.

“Funny.” He smirks and shakes his head. “I think you should move out and let me and the girls live there.” He tells his wife. “You can move in with Scott.”

“Excuse me?” Carol chokes. Her face burns with embarrassment as she realizes that he knows. “I’m not going anywhere and I don’t know why you’d mention him anyway. Fine. We can both stay in the house… No point in upsetting the girls yet anyway.”

“Fine.” Dave chuckles. “You can have the in-law suite you insisted we build in the basement.” The apartment had its own entrance and living space, making Dave roll his eyes at the expense when she had insisted it was needed for her ailing parents. They had never moved in or wanted to in the first place. It had been a waste of an exorbitant 401k loan.

“Absolutely not. The girls would be devastated if they saw me going downstairs. I guess we will have to move the Nanny.”

Dave hums, tilting his head as he considers it. “Fine.” He agrees after a moment, not smirking since that was what he wanted to begin with. He had learned that she would fight him if he wanted something, just to be obstinate.

“Fine. But only on one condition will I agree to these terms.” Carol says as smugly as she can.

“What’s that?” Dave figures it’s something stupid, but he waits for her to drop whatever bomb she thinks she had.

“The Nanny is off limits.”

“So you get to fuck your personal trainer and I get to just be the cuck that pays for everything?” Dave’s chuckle is dark as he shakes his head. “Not going to happen.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about and I don’t appreciate the accusations. And who said she’d even want you anyway?” Carol taunts with a raised eyebrow.

“Not an accusation, dear.” Dave hums. “If you want me to provide the evidence that you’ve been porking Scott, we can drag this out.”

Carol snarls before shaking her head, “Let’s just get this done. I want to get home.”

“Well, considering the information that we have, I think we should be able to draft an agreement.” Dave snorts as Carol’s lawyer drones on. This isn’t going the way that the pair had anticipated when they had called this meeting.

“Fine.” Carol shrugs, before reaching into her bag and pulling out her phone. “Just get it done and I’ll sign it.”

“Hot date?” Dave scoffs, raising his brow at his soon-to-be ex-wife.

Seeing an opportunity to attempt to best her parenting skills she smirks and smugly remarks, “No. The only thing on my mind is getting home and making sure our children get fed and put to bed soundly.”

“I’m sure the nanny already has taken care of it.” He shoots back. “She spends more time with them than you do.”

“Well being a working mother means making sacrifices,” she snarls back at him.

“Yes, you’ve sacrificed soooo much for your part time job.” Dave agrees sarcastically. “How many hours are you up to now? Ten a week?”

“Does it matter? We agreed that the girls needed to see me go off to work as well. How much longer is this going to take?” She yells over at her lawyer who’s frantically typing something.

“You will move into the Nanny’s room and I’ll keep the master bedroom.” Dave chuckles. “Better start packing.”

“I want the master bedroom,” she scrambles, “It has the jacuzzi tub and the waterfall shower.”

“Not happening.” Dave growls, shaking his head. “You wanted this.” He reminds her. “Live with it.”

"You're a real bastard, did you know that? Fine." She says as she scribbles her signature on the papers from his lawyers. "You're still paying all the bills."

"Until you decide you want to marry your little boy toy." Dave reminds her. "Or the girls turn 18. Then you'll have to support yourself. But I'm not paying your personal credit cards. All your makeup and shit, and your personal fuck toy, you pay for yourself." 

"Fine. But when I have to increase my hours at work, the nanny will be expecting a pay increase. Will you be willing to pay for that?"

"I'll take care of paying for the nanny." He has no problem with that because he knows you're great with the kids.

"I bet you will." She scoffs before slamming the pen down on the desk. "Hurry up and sign it. I want to get home."

Dave chuckles and takes his sweet time looking over the paperwork with his lawyers just to piss her off. He had been comfortable and willing to overlook her flaws and infidelity but now she's decided to divorce because she can't stand someone else who might hold his interest. Now it's time for him to go scorched earth since she has no idea what he is capable of.

Carol looks over at him with disgust. It wouldn't have come to this if he'd touch her just occasionally or not be so obvious about his attraction to the Nanny.

Eventually, Dave signs his name on the line and looks up at Carol after he sets the pen down. "Only stopped fucking you after you started letting Scott stick his dick in you." He announces. "By the way, he's also fucking a few of the other woman that have hired him. Might want to get tested."

"Bullshit." Carol hisses. "He loves me, he loves me more than you ever did."

"Whatever makes you feel better." He scoffs, standing and looking over at his lawyers. "Are we done here?"

Once the lawyers confirm it's all done, Carol picks up her bag and dashes towards the door. Not looking forward to the awkward drive home with her now soon to be ex-husband. 

"We will file the papers and it should be finalized within the month." Dave nods as he shakes his lawyer's hand. "Thanks. I'm ready to put this behind me. Now I just have to drive home with her." He rolls his eyes and walks slowly after her. Why she had insisted on driving together he doesn't know, but he's sure the drive home will be silent.

Dave purposely waits to unlock the car door until he's standing next to the driver's side which makes Carol scowl harder. She slides into the passenger seat and immediately fiddles with the radio knowing it'll piss him off.

Apparently the petty games have begun, not like he hasn't noticed the passive aggressive little acts ramp up in the past few months before she had dropped her little bomb on him. "Is this how you really want to play this, Carol?"

"She might not want to fuck you, you know?" Carol immediately fires back at him, ignoring the question. "She's young and pretty."

"And?" Dave snorts, shrugging his shoulders. "Unlike you, I can handle someone not wanting to fuck me."

"Oh please." Carol scoffs. "Why are we doing this? We can call it all off... Forget this ever happened, you just need to pay me a little attention, David. We can find someone else to Nanny the girls and once she's gone you won't be so.... distracted."

"I'm good." He tells his wife mildly. "You can continue your very strenuous workouts with Scott. I know how you enjoy them.”

"Fuck you." She hisses. "Just remember that I know what you like, baby." She says as she starts to rub his thigh.

"You know shit about what I like." He growls, picking up her hand off his thigh and dropping it back in her own lap. "I like faithfulness. I didn't cheat, you did." 

"Oh really? All those business trips away? You never fucked some girl you met in a hotel bar? Bullshit." She snarls before turning up the radio and signalling the end of the conversation.

He hadn't been, but it's not like he could really tell her what he was doing. She didn't know he was an assassin and he wasn't telling her now. Instead of commenting, he concentrates on driving home. 

The rest of the journey is spent in total silence. She knows deep down he never cheated on her, and it wasn't until the Nanny moved in that his eye began to wonder. Before getting out of the car Carol sighs and turns to face Dave, "We can't make her move rooms tonight. So we will have to sleep in our bed together for at least one more night." 

"Fine." He will most likely end up on the sofa, like he has been for the last month. It kills his back, but it's better than listening to her nag or trying to seduce him.

She smirks as she climbs out the car, knowing that she's going to sneak upstairs and pull on her newest lingerie... A set she had bought for Scott. But Dave doesn't have to know that. Tonight she'll seduce him and this will soon be forgotten about.

He sighs as he climbs out of the car. He's honestly disappointed that the marriage has failed but he can't take the blame completely. Once she had broken his trust, Dave was done. He hadn't confronted her, hadn't killed the bastard, but he had just....stopped engaging. Coming home for his daughters, the nanny had caught his attention with your sweet attention to detail and how you wanted to make the house a home.

****

You almost run straight into Dave as he enters the kitchen.

The girls snuggled up on the sofa watching Encanto for the millionth time as you went to fill up the popcorn bucket. "Oops, sorry Mr. York" you say with a smile, noticing how down he looks. "The girls are watching a movie before bed, if you want to join?"

"Hey." He reaches out and steadies you, his lips curling up for the first time since he had left the house, charmed by your innocent smile. You nor the girls knew that he and Carol are divorcing. He's planning on sitting them down and telling them tomorrow. "That sounds good. They wanted more popcorn?" He asks, knowing that the girls inhale popcorn like it's vital to live.

"Yeah, they started inhaling it before I'd pressed play," you say with a giggle, "Don't get too excited though... We're watching Encanto again. And Molly is assigning us all songs... I uh- I got given 'What Else Can I Do?' because apparently I'm the most 'princess-like' in this house."

"Oh god." His huff and rolling of the eyes is all for show. He puts up with whatever the girls like, even if he doesn't understand it. "As long as they don't want me to sing. Last time the neighbor's dog started howling."

"Oh, if I have to sing, so do you. ‘We Don't Talk About Bruno’ is still unassigned.. but something tells me not for long. Will Mrs. York be joining us?" You ask as you hand him a beer.

"No." He shakes his head, sure that despite her little performance at the lawyer's office, Carol wouldn't be putting the girls to bed. "I think she went upstairs."

"Okay," you say with a relieved smile. She had become more and more snappy with you the past few weeks and you're unsure why. "The girls are cuddling each other and if you try to get in the middle of that, you may lose a hand. Alice wants Molly to cuddle."

"Nope." Dave shakes his head and snorts. "I've taken too many knees to the groin when I've tried." He jokes, popping another bag of popcorn into the microwave before he takes a drink of his beer.

"The girls will be glad you're joining us. I spend 98% of my day listening to stories about their Superdad." You remark with a smile before grabbing two more juice boxes for the girls and a Dr Pepper for yourself. "They really love their Daddy."

He knows that he will need to spend more time with the girls. News of the divorce will upset them and he wants to make sure they know he will be there. "It's only because I'm out of town so often." He jokes. "They pretend to love me to get presents when I come back."

"No," you gleam at him, "They worship the ground you walk on. You're an incredible dad, Mr. York. We better join them before we miss any solos."

"You go on." He encourages you. "I'll bring the popcorn when it's done."

"No, I can do it. They'll want a few minutes alone with you," you say as you shake your head, "Unlike you, I can't say this is the first time I've seen this movie today.

He chuckles and nods. "Okay. Thanks." He loves how good you are with the girls, patting you on the back as he walks by and letting his hand slide off gently as he moves away from you. 

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you attempt to keep your composure. The feeling of his hands on you is nothing sort of electrifying, and you push away the feeling of guilt that sweeps through you. Once he's out of the room, you tug on your sundress to reveal a little more of your cleavage and push your tits together a little more... whilst he was completely out of bounds, you can still fantasize about him. The microwave dings and brings you out of your dirty daydream and you hurry back into the living room, arms laden with goodies for the girls.

Out in the den, the girls have made room for him on the couch and transferred their cuddling to leaning against him together. "So why don't they talk about Bruno?" He asks, even though he's seen the movie.

The sound of them yelling excitedly at their dad makes you smile as you place the treats in front of them. "He's only asking because he was telling me in the kitchen that he's hoping that's his special song." You say before flashing him a cheeky smile.

He huffs, narrowing his eyes at you when the girls cheer happily. Knowing that he will have to sing now. "When the dogs go crazy, I don't want anyone to blame me."

"I'll get my camera ready," you giggle as you take the seat next to him.

He rolls his eyes but he knows when the time comes he will be crooning (very badly) with the song if for nothing but making his girls happy. "Watch the movie," he grumbles. 

You sink back into the sofa, snapping a shot of Alice and Molly snuggling before watching the movie. All whilst trying really hard not to stare at the man sitting next to you. 

It's easy and innocent enough to lean back, throwing both of his arms along the back of the sofa. Subtly encouraging you to lean towards him if you wanted while the movie plays.

It's almost too natural at how you immediately lean into him, keeping your eyes glued to the screen as you do so. Reaching over you put your hand into the bowl that's resting on his lap and pull out a handful of popcorn.

The air in the room is positively domestic and Dave is enjoying it. Of course he's not going to do anything untoward in front of his daughters, but he enjoys the way you relax around him, glancing over and admiring the view of your tits, noticing that you had put them a bit more on display. Carol was wrong that you wouldn't fuck him.

"It's almost time for your solo," you whisper to him before biting down on your lip to stifle the giggle that is threatening to fall from your lips.

Turning towards you, he pouts and sends you a mildly threatening look playfully. "I'm gonna get you back for this.” He warns.

"I'm sure you will," you say with a smirk, before picking up your phone and opening the camera app. "I'm going to watch this every night." 

Dave sighs, ignoring you and the camera when Alice and Molly sit up. "It's time to sing daddy!" Molly squeals and he has to give in. His shoulders slumping, Dave starts to sing the words that he already knows by heart.

You can't help the massive grin that's spreading across your face, despite knowing that your song is coming up next. The sound of the girls giggling happily at their father butchering the song they love so much warms your heart. You record every second and Dave makes sure to pull a face at the camera the second he's finished. "Beautiful. Just... Wow."

"What's that?" Dave cups his ear. "I can't hear you over the dogs howling outside." He is one thousand percent aware that he is a terrible singer. Off pitched and flatter than a pancake on the best days. 

"Beautiful," you mouth to him before laughing. "That was so good that I think I should suggest that you sing the rest of the songs by yourself."

"Don't you dare." He growls.

"Or what?" You challenge with a smirk.

There's nothing he can really threaten you with. You're too good with the girls and it would be cruel to threaten your job over something so small. Especially when you are just teasing. "I'll spank you." He grunts, voice low so the girls don't hear, too wrapped up in the movie to be paying attention.

You choke on air at his warning, your thighs clamping together, as you’re unable to hide how affected you are. "Noted," you murmur back, before taking a sip of your drink.

He chuckles quietly, turning back to the movie and watching while remaining hyper aware of you squirming beside him.

The rest of the movie goes by without a hitch, apart from feeling the embarrassment that came with the solo Molly insisted you performed. Alice had passed out from exhaustion with about twenty minutes of the movie left and Molly sat there yawning her tiny little head off, "Shall I take Molly up and you can carry Alice?"

"Yeah." Dave sets the bowl on the coffee table and turns towards his sleeping daughter, sprawled all over Molly. "Come on, baby girl." He grunts as he lifts her up and stands. "Time for bed."

"Come on honey," you say to Molly before stretching your hand out to her and grinning when she immediately grabs onto it. "No school tomorrow, so you get to pick a whole new movie for Daddy to sing along with." You tease knowing he can hear.

"Great." He huffs sarcastically, aware that he will sing any songs his girls want. Especially after he and Carol sit them down. He climbs the stairs with his youngest completely asleep in his arms. Luckily, you know how they do and have already dressed them in their pajamas. One night without brushing her teeth won't kill her, so Dave moves to her bedroom and pulls the frilly comforter down to lay her down.

You lead Molly into the girls bathroom and spread some toothpaste on her toothbrush, "I'll put pinky in your bed and switch on your nightlight, okay?" You ask before brushing the hair out of her face. The girls are a delight, you love working for the Yorks and despite the cold shoulder from Carol, you wouldn't change a thing.

By the time Molly is headed towards her bed, Alice is tucked in tight with her own night light turned on. Dave grins when she rushes over to him and demands a hug. He scoops her up and carries her into her bedroom despite being a little too big. "Night, baby girl." He kisses her forehead gently.

"Goodnight, honey," you say with a grin before tucking pinky into the crook of her arm. "Sweet dreams." You follow Dave out the door and gently close it behind you.

He wants to tell you, give you a warning for what is to come, but he doesn't. Instead he turns to you and smiles. "Don't worry about cleaning up downstairs. I'll take care of it. You go and relax."

"Are you sure?" You ask, "I'm dying to watch the new episode of Succession."

"Yeah, I'm sure." Anything he can do to put off going into the bedroom. He doesn't want to deal with Carol and hopefully she'll be asleep by the time he does go up. "You deserve it. Go watch your show and thank you for watching the girls tonight." Carol had told them that mommy and daddy were going out together so he assumed they thought it was a date or something.

"Anytime. I love the girls. And this job. Thank you, Mr. York." You say before briefly reaching out and squeezing his hand. "I'll be sure to make sure the last thing I see tonight is that video." You say with a giggle before skipping off to your room.

He rolls his eyes and goes back downstairs. You are teasing him, but he wonders if you really will watch the video. If the last thought you have before you go to sleep will be about him.

You switch the TV on before slipping into something more comfortable, deciding that just an oversized tee and your panties will be warm enough tonight. You think about the way his hand slid across your back and question whether he really said he'd spank you or if you just imagined it. You shake your head and let yourself get lost in your show, once it's over you'll let yourself fantasize for just a little longer.

Downstairs, Dave takes his time. The TV in the kitchen turned on the news after he picks up the bowl and plates, cups and utensils. Deciding that he would wash them by hand instead of loading the dishwasher, he's aware that it's a stalling tactic but the result will be a spotless kitchen for tomorrow morning.

After an hour or so, you figure Dave would have gone to bed by now and you decide that your craving for ice cream can't be put off any longer. Thinking that no one will see you, you leave your robe on the door and tiptoe downstairs towards the refrigerator.

Finishing up the dishes earlier, Dave is sitting at the counter with a sandwich, watching the late night talk shows. Hungry and bored, he had made himself a quick meal and when he catches sight of someone walking, he looks up. "Hey." He murmurs, trying not to stare at you in your t-shirt and nothing else.

You jump at the unexpected greeting, "Oh god. I thought you'd be asleep by now, I'm so sorry, Mr. York."

"How many times do I have to tell you that 'Dave' is alright?" He asks, rolling his eyes slightly.

“Sorry," you giggle, "Are you not tired? I thought you'd be fast asleep by now." You say as you creep to the freezer, figuring it's easier to just grab the ice cream now, rather than going upstairs for your robe.

"Can't sleep." That is true enough. He shrugs and takes a bite of his sandwich. "Decided you needed something sweet?"

"Yeah, I've been craving ice cream for the last hour. Figured I'd finish the rest off from last night," you say as you gesture to the half eaten pint of cookie dough in your hands. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Let you enjoy some peace for a change, Mr Y-, Dave. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." He almost calls you sweetheart, but he refrains. Watching you as you pull a spoon out of the drawer. 

You smile and nod at him before making your way back upstairs and immediately snuggling back up under the covers. You pull out your phone and watch the video of him from earlier whilst eating your ice cream. You should feel guilty for your attraction to him, but there's something about him that you can't help but be intoxicated by.

Finishing up your ice cream you decide to indulge in your fantasy, imagining his hands creeping up your leg as you sit next to him on the couch. Silently slipping two fingers into your cunt and bringing you to orgasm as his wife is sleeping in their bed. You circle your clit as fast as you can and cum with a silent moan of his name. 

****

The sound of Dave's footsteps finally making their way towards the master bedroom makes Carol smirk. She positions herself at the end of the bed wearing nothing but her lingerie.

When the door opens, Dave's stomach drops when he sees the bedroom light on and his almost ex-wife posing provocatively at the end of the bed. He sighs and shakes his head, closing the door behind him because you are still awake and your door is only thirty feet away. "Carol." He groans. "I'm not in the mood to do this with you right now. He breathes out in frustration.

"Come on baby," Carol mewls, "Come here. I'll show you just how much I've been missing you."

"Just....go to bed, Carol." Dave sighs again, wondering why she is pushing this when she was the one who filed for divorce in the first place.

"Don't be like that, baby," she pushes, reaching back to undo her bra. "You know I'm the only one who knows what you like.”

Carol is beautiful, he's never denied that. Hell, he was proud of that when she wasn't fucking someone else. Now he just turns away when she reveals her breasts to him, walking towards the closet to get some clothes after he showers. "I guess I'm sleeping on the couch again." 

  "Fine," Carol scoffs before climbing into bed and shaking her head. "Keep fantasizing about someone who'll never fuck you, David."

"Careful Carol," Dave warns, his voice coming out from the closet. "You are sounding bitter." He reappears with lounging pants and a t-shirt along with clean boxers. "And I really fucking hate when you call me David."

"Aw, have I struck a nerve, David?" Carol taunts as she watches him walk into the en-suite.

He doesn't answer, just shuts the door and there is the unmistakable sound of the lock clicking. He doesn't trust her not to try to join him in the shower. While he would get hard, he's just a man, he doesn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing he still finds her physically attractive.

"Asshole," Carol snarls. She would have joined him if he didn't lock the door, wrapped her arms around him and jerked him off before dropping to her knees. She switches off the lamp and stares up at the ceiling. And a few minutes after the shower has been switched on, she hears. The unmistakable sound of his grunts of pleasure, tiptoeing she gets out of bed and makes her way towards the door. Placing an ear against the frame.

His hand is around his cock, eyes closed while his other arm is braced against the shower wall while he strokes himself. Imagining you riding him, you on your knees sucking his cock and looking up at him with those playfully innocent eyes. He knows you aren't, there's no way you are a virgin. "Fuck." He groans, your name spilling from his lips as he works himself closer to cumming.

Carol hisses as she hears her name slip through his lips. "Fucking bitch." She snarls as she stalks back over to the bed and begins to plot on just how to get rid of her.

It doesn't take much longer until he is cumming. Spilling hot ropes of cum over the tiles as he rocks his hips forward into his fist, closing his eyes in bliss once more. Working every drop out of his shaft before he finally starts to soften.

Carol pretends to be asleep as she hears him unlock the door after a while. Internally cursing you both as she thinks about how to make you quit.

Fully dressed, his hair still damp, Dave carries his clothes to drop them in the hamper. Sighing softly when he sees that Carol is apparently asleep, he contemplates going to the couch but decides to get into the bed. Lifting the covers on his side, he slides in and settles.

The urge for Carol to snuggle into him is beaten by her anger. The sound of the woman's name that she had hired falling from his lips makes her stew with anger. If she can't have him, no one can.

The next morning Carol slides out of bed while Dave is still sleeping, pulling on some more comfortable underwear, a shirt and some pajama pants. It's just before 8 and everyone else is still asleep, she walks up to your room and begins to hammer on the door. Hellbent on making you as miserable as she possibly can. She pushes open the door after she hears your sleep filled voice call out a soft ‘hello’.

"We don't hire you to spend all day in bed," she bellows at you, "I have a bunch of errands I need for you to run this morning and they can't wait. Get up. Get showered. Get dressed. You have twenty minutes."

"Yes, of course, Mrs. York," you say whilst pushing yourself up, unsure why she's so pissed off at you. You go over to your drawers and pull out some clear underwear and a sundress before making your way to the family bathroom for a shower. Keeping it short, you wash your hair and clean yourself as quickly as you can before blasting your hair with the hairdryer and brushing your teeth.

As you walk downstairs you see her leaning over the kitchen island scribbling down a list of things which you assume are your tasks for the morning and speaking to a very pissed off looking Dave.

"Good morning." You say meekly as you walk over to the kitchen island, "What did you need me to do?"

Carol sighs before pushing the list towards you, "Me and Dave are taking the girls to breakfast. We have to speak to them this morning, and we don't need anyone breathing down our necks as we do so. Pick up his dry cleaning, do the grocery shopping and make sure that the den has been cleaned by the time we're home. They need to be in a stress free environment. You can go." She says dismissing you after finishing her slightly unhinged rant.

You nod and smile before glancing over at Dave, who looks like he's in utter disbelief. "I'll see you all later."

"There's no need to be such a fucking cunt, Carol." Dave hisses, watching you walk away. "Just because you're pissed off that I didn't roll over and give you what you want doesn't mean you can treat people like shit." Being woken up by her pounding on the door had not put him in a good fucking mood. 

"Oh fuck you, Dave," Carol yells back at him, "She's not so innocent. Dressing like a fucking slut and enticing you. She knows what she's doing... Go wake the girls up, we have a reservation for 9:15."

"Quit yelling." Dave demands, his tone low and deadly. "You need to stop right now."

"Get our kids dressed, David. We have to go tell them that Daddy wants to fuck the nanny." She taunts, her voice barely above a whisper before she turns and makes her way back upstairs to get herself dressed.

"Bitch." Dave growls after her, shaking his head. She is the one who fucked someone else and yet she is framing him as the bad guy. He sighs and shakes his head, heading up the stairs to wake his daughters up, hoping that Carol hadn't woken them with her shouting.

****

The car journey into town passes quickly, whilst you question what you have done to upset Carol so badly replays in your head. You can't think of a single thing. You're always punctual, you're polite and the girls love you. You make dinner every night except Friday when Dave orders takeout and you're always on top of the laundry.

You shake your head as you walk over to the dry cleaners and collect Dave's suits. Paying with the credit card he insisted that you keep on you at all times.

You make sure to collect every item on the shopping list and pick up a few bits that you need and will pay separately for before loading everything into the back of your car. Hoping you have enough time before they're back to put everything away and clear up the den as Carol insisted.

****

Dave's head throbs and his hand tightens around the steering wheel. Carol had managed to do everything she could to make the girls hysterical and fearful of what the future holds with the divorce. "Are you going to leave, daddy?" Molly whimpers, tears staining her cheeks and her shoulders slumped sadly.

"No baby girl, I'm not leaving you." He promises, cursing his wife under his breath as he shoots her a glare. She could have completely avoided this, but her selfish ass wanted to hurt him. "Mommy and daddy aren't going to be married anymore, but daddy is never going to leave you girls." 

Breakfast had been a disaster. She hadn't eased the girls into the idea of the divorce. Just announced that daddy wanted to break up their home and leave. The girls had immediately started crying and he would have murdered her if looks could kill.

Carol smirks as she looks out of the window. They had chatted briefly about how they were going to break the news, but Carol never had an intention of sticking to that plan.

"Daddy will still be living in our house, Molly," Carol remarks, with an emphasis on ‘our’, despite the fact Dave already owned it when they met. "On the bright side, Daddy has agreed to take us all on a nice vacation to Disney World." Carol drops on him. "We can stay in the hotel where you can see the castle."

Dave hisses under his breath, the material of the steering wheel creaking under the pressure of his grip. "That's right, baby girl." He adopts a bright smile as he looks in the rearview mirror as the sniffling momentarily stops. "We will go see all the princesses and get you both tiaras and dresses. What's the name of that place? The Bibbity Bobbity Boutique?" He's a girl dad, he knows what his girls like. "Are you going to be bringing Scott?" He asks Carol, narrowing his eyes at her in warning.

"Who's Scott?" Molly asks immediately, before asking if you were coming too. Carol scowls at the mention of your name and shakes her head, "It'll be just us, baby. Isn't that right, Dave?"

"But I want her to come!" Alice immediately starts to yell, having stayed silent this entire time. "I don't want to go without her! I want her to take me to see Cinderella.

Dave hums and nods. "She'll come, baby girl." He doesn't smile smugly at Carol, because this isn't about hitting at her, it's about his girls being happy. "I promise you.” 

They both begin to cheer and chatter happily in the back, the excitement about disney distracting them from their upset. Carol shakes her head at him as he pulls into the drive away and parks beside your car. "She better have done her tasks," Carol spits before getting out and slamming the door.

"You will be nice or I will have to pull the papers and go for the nastiest fucking divorce I can get." He snarls, issuing his threat before the girls climb out of the car.

"Fuck you," Carol growls back before marching towards the house and leaving Dave to make sure the girls are okay.

The sound of the vacuum cleaning makes her smirk, as she stalks into the den. "Really?" She yells. “I said for it to be finished before we get back. Switch it off and find a movie for the girls. Me and David need to talk to you. Now.”

"Yes, Mrs. York," you mumble, before scrambling to put away the vacuum cleaner. 

Dave quickly herds the kids into the house, aware of how nasty Carol could be to you now that she is not getting her way. His jaw is tight when he marches closer to his ex and glares at her before his expression changes and he smiles at the girls. "Why don't you girls watch a movie?" He suggests. "Or make a list of all the princesses you want to meet."

"We're going to Disney," Molly shouts as she runs towards you, "Daddy said you're coming with us!"

"Oh, wow," you say with a smile, figuring that's what Dave and Carol are about to tell you. "How about you two watch Cinderella whilst I speak with Mommy and Daddy then?"

"No, I want to watch The Princess and the Frog," Alice says with a shake of her head. "Okay, honey," you say whilst pulling up Disney+ and switching on the movie.

Dave and Carol are sitting at opposite ends of the kitchen table when you enter the room, "You wanted to talk?"

"Don't say a fucking word." Dave growls, lifting his hand when Carol opens her mouth and he looks at you. "Sit down," he offers, waiting until you sit before he speaks again. "We took the girls out this morning to tell them that Carol and I are getting a divorce. We signed the papers last night."

"Oh gosh," you say, completely unaware that this was coming. "I'm so sorry.

'It's not your fault." Dave cuts his eyes at Carol, as if daring her to argue that point with him. "But, with the divorce, for the kids, we are both remaining in the house.

"Okay," you say with a nod, "Is there anything I can do to make this easier?"

"You're moving into the basement," Carol snaps, before Dave can answer. "It'll be too upsetting for the girls to see me go downstairs every night.”

"Would you be willing to move into the in-law suite in the basement?" Unlike Carol, he's not going to order you to move down there. "That's what Carol meant to ask." He hisses. "That way she can move into your room? You will have more privacy down there." 

"Of course," you reply immediately, "That makes perfect sense. I can start moving my things down there in a moment and be settled in for tonight."

"Thank you." Dave offers you a smile and ignores the scoff that comes from Carol. "I'm going to go ahead and apologize if things are tense around here while we accept that this is happening." Those words are directed towards Carol even if they are spoken to you. "But let me know if there are any issues. You are employed by me." 

You nod politely at him avoiding Carol's gaze. "I'll start now, if that's okay?"

Dave nods. "Go ahead." He sighs. "Let me know if you need any help."

"Thank you, Mr. York." You say, making your way up the stairs.

It doesn't take long until you've packed everything into boxes and emptied your drawers and closet. It'll take a few trips up and down to get everything out of the room, but at least it'll keep you out of Mrs. York's line of fire.

"I'm sure you'd love to help her," Carol scoffs before picking up her car keys and announcing she's off to her sisters for a few drinks.

"Say hi to Scott." Dave calls out sarcastically, sighing as she flips him a finger.

****

The basement is surprisingly nice. The Yorks had it remodeled just before you moved in and you'll have your own bathroom down here which is a bonus. Everything is modern with a sleek TV on the wall. It all looks untouched You start to unpack your clothing and hang it up in the closet before venturing back upstairs and collecting a few more boxes of your stuff.

Dave is scrolling on his phone perched at the end of the kitchen island and it makes you smile to see how invested he is in whatever he's reading, "Did you want me to make the girls lunch?" You ask quietly. 

“I’m sorry." Dave murmurs, setting his phone down and looking up at you. "I don't know why she's being such a bitch, but don't let her abuse you." Now that it's just the two of you, he can be a little more blunt. He knows why she's being nasty, but that's not how he wants you to find out that he's interested in you.

"Don't apologize," you say with a shrug, stepping closer to him. "I can't imagine what you're both going through right now, but I meant what I said, if there's anything I can do to help... Please don't hesitate to ask."

“I appreciate that." He does, nodding and giving you a small smile. "I just want to make sure the girls aren't affected too much." He reaches out and pats your shoulder. "I'll make the girls lunch. You too.”

"Thank you, Dave." You say with a grin, before briefly rubbing his shoulder in return. "I'll check on the girls." They're sitting on the couch together, snuggled up and speaking in their own little language and you see the movie has ended. "Finding Nemo next?" You ask quietly and they both nod in your direction before turning back and continuing their little discussion. 

In the kitchen, Dave opts to throw together grilled ham and cheese sandwiches along with some tomato soup. A good comfort food on a day where everyone could use a little bit of comfort. Knowing that the girls like extra cheese on their sandwiches, he makes them exactly how they like and cuts them into triangles and sets them on a plate along with some grapes and their little bowls of soup. "Girls! Lunch is ready."

"Come on, babies," you say before pausing the TV, "Nemo will be here when you get back... Or not. I don't know if he's missing yet."

The girls follow you into the kitchen and take their usual seats and you find yourself sitting next to Dave. "This looks delicious."

"Comfort food." He reaches out and tugs on Molly's braid playfully. "The monkeys like it." He teases, making both girls groan at him.

"It looks great. And here I was thinking you only knew how to order pizza. What other secrets are you keeping from me?" You giggle at him.

Dave chuckles, smirking slightly. "If you only knew." He teases, picking up half of his sandwich and taking a bite. "How is your move coming along?"

"A few more boxes to go. But all my clothes are unpacked and put away. Just need to bring the boxes and my bed covers. Hoping I can get it done in two trips.”

"I'll help you." Dave volunteers as he dips the sandwich in the soup. "I appreciate you doing this. Honestly, I had thought you should have that space when you took the job, since it's more room and privacy." It's a good little space. Like a small apartment and it allows you to come and go without going through the house if you wanted. 

"Thank you." You say at the offer of help. "Can I ask why you've never used it before?" You ask quietly, "It's gorgeous down there. I feel like I need to start paying you rent." 

"We were keeping it open in case Carol's parents needed to come live with us." Dave shrugs slightly, not really sure why she was so insistent that it be built but not used. "But right now, that's not going to happen."

"Oh." You say quietly, "If it does, will I get a notice period?" You say, panic rising at the thought of losing your home and your job all in one day.

"It won't happen." The house is his. It had been his before he married Carol and while he was letting her live here while the girls were young, she would have zero say in what happened here. "I promise you."

"Okay," you say, unable to disguise your relief. You eat the rest of your lunch in comfortable silence, the girls eventually nagging you for a bowl of popcorn to take back into the den with them. "Is it okay?" You ask Dave, who's clearly amused at how they're already asking for more food.

"Yeah." He knows they are still shaken from breakfast. They hadn't even touched their food because they were so upset.

"Whatever they want today." He lifts his brows at them. "But only today."

"Popcorn it is," you say as you reach into the pantry and pull out their favorite kind. "I'll bring it in for you. Molly knows how to unpause the movie anyway." You say before they scramble back into the den. You look over at Dave who's back scrolling his phone as you microwave the popcorn, "So... Disney?" You ask with an amused laugh. "That's one way to soften the blow."

"That wasn't my idea." Dave grunts. "She's the one who wanted the divorce and now that I've agreed to it, she's making my life hard." He shakes his head. "Now she's trying to get me to take her back and that's not happening.

"Oh," you mumble under your breath, "I'm really sorry you're going through this, Dave. You're a good man. A really good man." The microwave pings and you turn around to fill the bowl. "I'll take this to the girls." 

"Not really." He knows he's not a good man. He's okay with that. He's a good father, a good provider. He had thought he was a pretty good husband but that was proven false. “Thanks." He murmurs as you carry the bowl out of the kitchen.

“I think you are," you say with a shrug as you walk out of the room and into the den. "Try to chew it this time," you say before handing the girls the bowl, "Do not inhale it."

"Nope!" Alice giggles and grins as she shoves a handful of the popcorn in her mouth.

"Monkey," you say with a mock growl, "Be good you two, I'll be back after I've finished moving my stuff into my new room." Walking back into the kitchen you decide to fill the dishwasher before announcing that you're going upstairs to get your last few boxes.

Dave shoves the last dish into the dishwasher and wipes his hands. The kitchen is clean so Carol can't bitch at you about not doing your job even though on Saturday's it wasn't your responsibility to clean up.

You make your way upstairs and hear his footsteps follow behind you as you walk into your now old room.

"What's left?" He asks, although he sees the boxes on the bed. He picks up the two and hums. "Pretty heavy.”

You feel your face immediately flush with heat as you see the box he has in his hands, and you begin to pray he doesn't look down. You had purposely left it up here, to make sure that the girls weren't around when you carried it downstairs. "Just these. And the bed covers," you say, trying to draw his attention away from what's in the top box.

"Okay." Dave notices that you seem nervous and he wonders why until he looks down into the box. He smirks slightly and doesn't say anything, not wanting to embarrass you quite yet.

"I can take those," you say, stepping towards him, "You should….. You should go spend time with the girls. I don't want to take up your time."

"No, I'm good." He twists the boxes out of your reach and hustles towards the door. "I'll help you unpack once I get these downstairs.” 

"You really don't have to," you call after him as he exits the room, the only thing left to grab is your bed covers. Which you do as quickly as you can before running after him.

Dave grins when you can't see him, speeding up as he rushes down the stairs and heading towards the basement entrance. Putting some distance between the two of you without making it obvious.

When you finally catch up to him, he's standing in front of your bed still clutching your boxes. "Thank you," you say, throwing your bed covers onto the bed and reaching over to try and take the box from him.

"You're awfully protective of these boxes." He teases. "Hiding a dead body inside? Doesn't seem heavy enough, but maybe it's pieces of someone." 

"Something like that," you say with an awkward giggle, "Thank you again for helping, but I don't want to keep you. I'm sure you have much better things to do.”

Dave gives the boxes over and hums. Walking towards the door. "Hey-" he pauses as he opens it and looks back at you. "Silk bags are better to store your toys in. Learned that the hard way." He winks at you and steps out, closing the door behind him.

"Fuck," you mumble as you throw yourself back on to your bed, unsure how you're ever going to show your face ever again.

****

Hours later, you still haven't shown your face and Dave wonders if it's pure embarrassment that keeps you trapped in the basement. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Opening the basement door, he calls downstairs. "I've ordered dinner, whenever you want to come up." The girls have been coloring and he knows they are going to get hungry soon. Carol still hasn't come home but he's not worried about that.

After putting the finishing touches on your room, you can't help but think thankful that he's ordered dinner. Your tummy growls in appreciation as the smell starts wafting down into the basement. "I'm coming," you yell back up at him, and then groan at your poor choice of words.

Dave doesn't comment, just closes the door and goes back to dish up the kids plates. He knows they will be happy with his selection. "Girls! Dinner!"

You enter the room and notice that Dave's dishing out the food. To be helpful you get everyone a drink before asking if Carol is back.

"No." He doesn't have any opinion about it either way and while you have been downstairs organizing your room, he's been moving her things into your old bedroom, even going so far as to make the bed. She wouldn't have any excuse to try to share the bed with him again tonight.

"Do you want a beer? Or some wine?" You ask, as you pour the girls some juice. "And thank you, this looks delicious."

"Nah, I'm going to have some water tonight. But you can have whatever you want." He makes sure you know that he doesn't expect you to abstain just because he's not drinking.

"Water sounds good," you say, as you get two large glasses and add some ice. "Thank you for your help earlier, and I apologize if that made you uncomfortable. I would have never agreed to let you help if I had remembered."

Dave snorts and shakes his head. "I am a grown man, you think that I haven't seen plenty of them?" He asks, not mentioning exactly what they are since the girls are eating. "Bought them. Been in a store surrounded by them. Even have a few of my own.”

"Oh, yeah, of course," you splutter, wondering which ones he has for himself. "I-uh-I just wanted to make sure.”

He smirks slightly as he takes the glass you had poured for him and motions to the table. "Sit down and eat." He tells you. "It's not pizza this time."

"It looks good," you say quietly, "So what movie is Daddy singing along to tonight?" You ask the girls.

"No singing," Molly says with a serious little shake of her head, "We are watching Stuart Little. No songs in that."

"Stuart Little might be my new favorite movie." Dave huffs, sitting down and grinning at the girls. Since Carol has stopped yelling and screeching, the girls have calmed down and asked him several questions about the situation.

"So popcorn and movie snacks for dessert?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yay!!!!" The twin cheers from the girls makes Dave chuckle and he shakes his head. 

"You two are going to turn into popcorn." 

"You're not allowed to eat us," Alice declares before taking another bite of her dinner. The rest of dinner is spent listening to Alice tell you that Dave once fought a bear and because her Daddy is the ‘bestest and the strongest’, he won.

"Go change into your pajamas and get settled into the living room," you tell the girls after they finish their dinner. "Me and your Daddy will get the movie ready."

"At least they aren't crying anymore." Dave could strangle Carol for the way she handled the entire situation. "I'll do anything to make sure they don't have a day like today again."

"Kids are more resilient than we give them credit for," you say, briefly squeezing his hand. "I'll clear up, and you make the popcorn?"

"It's technically your day off and you've had a shit day." He reminds you with a huff.

"No, I haven't," you say, "I got to move into a new room and now I'm about to snuggle up with my favorite people on the world's most comfortable couch... That's not a shit day."

It sounds pretty good when you put it like that. "Okay." He gives in, shaking his head. "I'll make the popcorn and get the snacks."

"Perfect." you say whilst beginning to load the plates into the dishwasher, "But Dave, I do need to ask you an important question before we go and start the movie though…”

"What is it?" He frowns in concern, wondering if you are about to demand a raise or needing to renegotiate how much you are watching the girls.

"I really need to know... just how many bears you've fought?" You say with a loud giggle.

Dave chuckles and rolls his eyes. "Just one bear." He promises. "Mean bastard."

"Remind me to never get on your bad side." You get everyone a drink and wait patiently for Dave to pass you the popcorn. "Come on Daddy, the girls are waiting." You say with a grin.

Dave grunts quietly and tries to ignore the way his cock twitches. The comment is innocent enough, although his own thoughts are not.

As expected Molly and Alice are snuggled up comfortably on the couch wrapped in their favorite blanket waiting patiently to start the movie. Dave sits next to them and in turn you sit next to him, hoping he'll do as he did last night so you can innocently lean into him. "Okay, girls. It’s Stuart Little time," you announce before pressing play.

There's something very cozy and domestic about the feeling in the house. Dave sighs, relaxed for the first time today and leans back. His arms automatically spread across the back of the couch and he smiles as he looks down at his girls.

You lean into him and cover yourself with the spare blanket, the girls watch the movie with an intensity that makes you and Dave share a look. A look that makes you think about just how handsome he is, and without realizing it, you're staring. Taking in his features and wondering how his lips taste.

Dave is aware that you are staring at him but he keeps his eyes on the TV. Not wanting there to be a moment where he forgets his kids are sitting next to him.

The sound of the credits rolling pulls you out of your daydream, and you smile as you hear the girls plead with Dave to let them share a room tonight.

"Of course you two can sleep in the same bed." Dave wouldn't deny them, not tonight. He groans as he stands. "Come on girls. Time to brush your teeth and I'll tuck you in. Say Goodnight."

"Goodnight, babies," you say as they both give you a big cuddle. You get up, so you can start to clean up as Dave takes them upstairs.

Making sure to wash the popcorn bowls up by hand and wipe down the counters. It isn't long until you hear Dave coming back downstairs. "Asleep already?"

"Thank god." Dave groans quietly, allowing his defenses to come down now that the kids are asleep. "Hopefully they don't have any bad dreams."

"They'll be okay, they'll snuggle up with each other and sleep fine. So, what's your plans for the rest of the evening Mr. York?"

"Move the last of Carol's stuff to her new room." Dave rolls his eyes, annoyed that she had wormed her way out of the task but he wasn't giving her an excuse to stay.

"Sounds fun," you say, before briefly rubbing his shoulders. "Do you think she'll be back tonight?" 

"To be honest, I don't have a clue." Dave shrugs. "She's probably with her personal trainer."

"Oh," you mumble, "She's... I don't know. Crazy. You're… yeah. I don't know how anyone could have you, and take you for granted. I'm sorry, Dave.”

"Don't be sorry. It's - you didn't do it." He shrugs. "But she might try to attack you and for that, I'm sorry.”

"I'm tougher than I look," you say with a smile, "But honestly, I don't understand why she's so mad at me."

"She thinks- well," Dave sighs and decides to be honest. "She knows that I'm- attracted to you and she's convinced that I wanted to get a divorce so I could sleep with you. Rather than it being because she cheated."

"You're attracted to me?" you mumble quietly, “I never realized."

"You're beautiful, kind and great with my children." Dave shrugs. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable and I would never act on it."

"Why?" You ask a little too quickly, "I'm not uncomfortable."

"I-" he stops talking and stares at you. "Are you saying you want me to act on it?" He asks.

"Yes. I mean you’re not together anymore, right? And we’re both adults. So, yes." You say, before biting down on your lip. "But only if you want to." 

Dave exhales slowly and he steps closer to you. "The papers are signed but it's not official yet." He explains, wanting to be transparent. "Do you want to wait?"

"Do you want to wait?" You ask, before moving closer to him. "I'm not going to pretend I don't feel a little guilty.. but the thoughts I have about you…”

"What kind of thoughts have you had?" He's intrigued about that, smirking slightly as he waits for your answer.

"So many," you admit shyly, "I think about how you'd groan with your cock in my mouth."

"Shit." He hisses quietly, thinking about how he would groan too as his cock twitches. "What else?"

"Your hands, I got off last night to the thought of you playing with my pussy on your couch." You whisper, feeling your cheeks heat up as you admit your secrets to him. 

"You thought about me fingering you while watching the movie?" He asks, chuckling slightly.

"No," you say, shaking your head, "I imagined we were alone. Everyone was asleep. You had your hand over my mouth forcing me to keep quiet."

He smirks and watches you fidget under his intense stare. "Interesting."

"I think about you a lot," you say as his eyes burn into you.

He hadn't known that, but it's very intriguing for him to find out. His eyes darken and the thrill of Carol being completely wrong courses through his veins and makes him harder than a rock. You want him and it's a very heady thought. "So you wouldn't say no if I wanted to kiss you?"

"No, I'd really like that."

Dave hums, reaching out to grab your waist and he slowly draws you closer. The idea that this is wrong is still there, burning softly and yet it adds to the thrill of the moment. His eyes drift down to your lips and licks his own.

You slightly rock up onto your tiptoes, to move your face closer to his. Feeling impatient as his breath fans out on your lips, but waiting for him to make that move and to finally capture your lips.

He keeps his eyes on yours, leaning in and reaching up to cup the back of your head. Angling it just so as he presses his lips against your far more gently than he wants to.

Your hands find purpose on his chest, pulling him closer before increasing the pressure on his lips. You kiss him with an intensity that you've never kissed anyone before, your tongue silently pleading for entry as you lick along his bottom lip.

He's surprised that you are trying to take the lead. Making him growl and open his mouth but it's his own tongue that slides out, pushing into your mouth as he takes control.

You can't help but moan into his mouth as he takes control. The grip he has on you is tightening as presses you up against the kitchen island and grinds his hard cock against you.

It might be too much too soon for you but Dave cannot quite rein himself in. Too long pining after you and wondering what you would taste like, how you would respond, has him eagerly greedy for you. His hands slide down to your ass and he fills both hands, groaning as he pulls his lips away to nip and lick along your throat.

"Dave," you moan as he sucks your neck, his hands grabbing and squeezing you as you dig your fingernails into his clothed chest. "Need more." You beg, pleading for more over and over as he continues to drag his lips across your neck.

He mouths at your pulse and groans, finding your begging to be the sexiest thing that he has heard in forever. His cock twitches and jumps against your stomach as he kisses back up to your mouth and his hands slide under your dress to cup your ass under your panties. 

Reluctantly you pull your lips from his and you break the kiss, "If we don't move somewhere now, I'm going to let you fuck me on your kitchen island, Dave."

As much as he wants to just bury himself inside you right here, he doesn't want the girls to find him like this. Or for Carol to walk in. Groaning he squeezes your ass harshly and pulls away, panting slightly. "Upstairs." He decides, grabbing your hand and immediately starts dragging you towards the staircase.

You giggle as he drags you up the stairs, taking the stairs two at the time whilst you run to keep up with him.

Once you are on the top floor, Dave spins you around and presses you up against the wall, his mouth latching onto yours again and his hands diving back under your dress to get under your panties.

"Fuck," you moan breathlessly, as he circles your clit with two fingers. "Please, don't stop."

"I’m not." Dave growls, hating how he cannot move his hand like he wants to and despite telling you he won't stop, he pulls his hand out of your panties and reaches into his pants pocket to pull out a knife.

Flicking it open, the blade slices through the thin material at your hip and he switches hands around your back to cut the other side off of you and let them drop to the floor in a ruined heap.

"You're replacing those," you say with a smirk, as he thrusts a finger inside of you.

"Sure." He groans, closing the blade with one hand and shoving it back into the other pocket as he feels your walls clench around him. "I’ll get right on that."

"You better," you tease, as he works magic with his fingers.

Thrusting in and out of your cunt as you crumble around him. Watching through your lashes as he pulls a stream of pleasure from you without breaking a sweat.

It's only a short distance to the bedroom, but Dave can't move. Not when his fingers are buried inside you and the whimpers pour out of your mouth like a prayer. He wants to make sure that you are ready to spend all night in his bed, filled with his cock.

Your hands grip onto him with all your might, your legs threatening to give way as your orgasm is rapidly approaching. Not wanting to make too much noise, you sink your teeth into his neck and suck as he picks up the pace.

Your name is a quiet hiss as he curls his fingers, desperately wanting you to cum so he can get you into his bed.

The sound of your name slipping through his gritted teeth is enough to send you flying over that edge, clamping down and soaking his fingers as you whimper into his neck.

Your body sags into the way, would have crumpled into the floor if he wasn't pinning you there as you cum for him. Soaking his fingers and making him groan at how tight your little cunt gets when you cum.

"Bedroom," you plead, as you fight the urge to fall to the floor. Pleasure still coursing through your veins as he pulls his fingers out of you.

"Come on." Dave guides you towards the door and opens it to reveal his now empty bedroom. Most of the shit decorating it was Carol's and it was now in boxes in the room you had used to sleep in.

"How do you want me?" You ask as he leads you into his bedroom.

"Lay down." Dave orders, eager to see you spread out on the bed he had shared with Carol. The bed that he had imagined you in several times now.

"Yes sir." Walking backwards you keep your eyes glued to his as you settle back on his bed, and await your next command.

He stares at you. Reaching for the hem of his worn soft t-shirt to pull over his head. Thankful that it's not a work day and he's not battling with dozens of buttons on his dress shirts. "Fuck."

"Been dying to see those broad shoulders up close," you admit as he moves closer to you.

"I'm not exactly sporting a six pack." He's still in good shape but he's older. Harder areas have gone soft because of lack of dedication to the gym.

"You look fucking delicious," you say as your fingers creep down your torso towards your dripping wet cunt. "So fucking good."

Dave grunts, stepping forward and grabbing the front of your dress. It's like you tease him with the flirty, flowy fabrics and he rips it right down the middle.

"Are you planning on ruining everything I own, Mr. York?" You say, as you look down as your shredded sundress.

"I might." He chuckles smugly, smirking as he finishes ripping it completely in two. "Then you'll walk around naked."

"Seems wildly inappropriate," you giggle, as you pull him in for a kiss. "You're replacing that as well by the way."

He rolls his eyes, leaning you back and pressing you into the bed as he starts to kiss you again.

Your hands find the buckle of his belt and start to undo it, before pulling it out of his jeans. "Take them off," you order against his lips, desperate to feel all of him.

He knows you are eager but the fast that you are trying to strip him makes him grin. Pulling away, he stands at the end of the bed and flicks the button of his jeans open before dragging the zipper down.

"Hurry," you whine, as he takes his time. A grin splashed across his face as he watches you writhe impatiently for him.

"Hmmmm." He pulls his jeans and boxers down to the thatch of curls at the base of his cock, just showing you the beginning of his shaft as he pushes it down. "You want to see?"

"Yes," you say far too quickly, "I want to see."

He chuckles again and lets you see his cock one inch at a time as he drags it down enough until the head is springing free and his cock bounces up to jut out from its confines.

"Fuck," you exhale, at the sight of it. It's big. Bigger than you've ever seen, and you salivate just looking at it. "How is that going to fit?"

"It'll fit." He promises, wrapping his hand around it and kicking off the jeans and boxers from his ankles. "It'll stretch you out and fill you up, but he'll fit."

“I’m going to be feeling you for days," you say, before moving up and kneeling in front of him. Tentatively you reach out and take him in your hands, giving him a few languid strokes.

"How many guys have you fucked?" He asks, wanting to know more about your experience than body count.

"One," you say with a shrug, "We were together for a few years.”

"So you probably haven't been fucked in many positions other than missionary, or riding." He huffs.

"I like reverse cowgirl," you tell him, before mimicking his huff.

"Very fancy." He chuckles, pushing you back into the bed and crawling after you.

"Are you mocking me, Mr. York? Just because I've not gotten much experience, doesn't mean that I don't know what I like... Or what I'd like to try."

"Not mocking." His playful face drops and he stares down at you. "Teasing. I was trying to put you at ease."

“Well, stop teasing, and fuck me, Dave.”

“Yes madam." Dave grunts, willing to follow orders if it means he gets to fuck you. He picks up one of your legs and shuffles closer.

You're completely pliant for him, letting him mold and twist your body however he wants ready for him to push into you. "I'm on birth control," you say as he reaches over to his drawers, "You can go bare if you want to.”

Dave stops and stares at you for a moment, weighing his options. "I was tested when I found out she was cheating.” Dave grunts. "She has Chlamydia." He had been furious while taking the antibiotics, but still he hadn't said anything. That was why he stopped fucking her.

"Are you clean? I got tested before I got this job. And the only action I've seen has been from my special box."

"I finished up the antibiotics two months ago. Haven't touched her since." He promises. "Had my follow up a month ago with a clean bill of health.

"It's up to you," you say before propping yourself up and giving him a kiss. "Just decide and fuck me already, York."

He snorts, amused by your impatience. "Then I'm going to fuck you raw so you can feel me for days and drip my cum for hours."

The whimper that you make from his words alone, makes him grin. As you pull him closer to you, ready to feel him split your little pussy wide open.

Dave lines up, teasing your clit with the head of his cock before he lines up with your dripping cunt. His eyes meet yours before he pushes the head of his fat cock inside you.

You wince, the stretch of him sharper than just a sting as he starts to split you open. "More," you plead, with a shaky breath.

"Watch." He orders you, wanting you to see him split your cunt open.

You nod yes as you position yourself to watch him fill you up, your fingertips gripping onto the sheets as you brace yourself for what's to come.

Dave resists the urge to bury himself inside your tight heat. Slowly stretching you out and watching as your lips pull wide to take him.

"Dave," you whimper, as he inches himself into you. He's overwhelming, everyone of your nerve ends are a-light as he consumes you. It's a little too much but not enough all at

once.

"It's okay." He promises you, reaching up and caressing your cheek as he pushes deeper. 

You whisper in response as he continues to inch himself in, "It's so big, Dave."

He chuckles and continues to slowly bury himself inside you until he is finally grinding against your pelvis.

"Fuck, Dave" you whine, as your fingernails dig into his collarbone, "It's a- it's so fucking big." 

"You took it." He reminds you.

"Move," you beg, wanting the pain to be eclipsed by pleasure, "Make me cum.”

Dave braces his weight on his hands and pulls his hips back. Ready to destroy you with the pace he is going to set.

"Are you going to make me beg? Or are you going to fuck me?"

The smirk he sends you is full of promise as he slams his hips forward to steal your breath and make your eyes cross.

He knocks the wind out of you, your chest heaving up and down as you gasp for breath as he begins his relentless pace. Fucking you deeper into his mattress with every thrust.

Now that he's broken the spell, he grits his teeth. Keeping his hips rocking hard and deep as he drills into you, fucking you like he's imagined.

The noises he pulls from you are dripping in sin, every moan and gasp of his name getting louder and louder as he fucks into you, dragging his cock against that little spot of heaven inside of you every time. He snarls something at you that you don't quite catch, seconds before you clamp down hard around him and everything temporarily goes black. Pleasure coursing through you as he continues his harsh pace.

Reaching back, he's dragging your legs up to shove them onto his shoulder. Folding you over so he can thrust even deeper.

"Oh fuck,” you gasp, as he shows no signs of slowing down. Fucking deeper and harder with every snap of his hips, "Fuck, Dave.”

Your fingernails dig into his shoulders and he groans when he feels the first flutterings of your pussy start to clench around him like a vice.

He throws you off the edge which a grunt of your name as you start to cum hard, your pussy clamping down so hard that you feel his hips stutter and his cock start to throb.

"Shit." Your cunt is tight and it's almost pathetic how quickly he is cumming. He groans your name and starts to paint your walls with his sticky seed.

He cums long and hard, every thrust filling you up more and more as your cunt milks him dry of his pleasure. He drops down on you, bearing his weight on his elbows as he rests his forehead against yours.

"Fuck." He hisses quietly, panting to catch his breath. He kisses your lips a few times and then pulls back to examine your face. "Are you good?"

"Really good," you say with a smile, "But I don't think I'll be able to walk normally for the next week."

He chuckles and leans down to press his lips to yours once more. "Then I did my job.”

"Dave," you say softly, as he gently pulls out of you, "Was it as good as you had imagined?"

He snorts and rolls over to the side so he can pull you against him. "Better."

"Good," you say as you nuzzle into him, wrapping yourself around him before murmuring into his neck, "A very very handsome but impatient man just ripped my clothes to shreds, so i'm going to need you to set an alarm so I can sneak downstairs, so no one catches me walking around naked."

"You can steal my bathrobe." Dave chuckles quietly, his hand rubbing up and down your back with an easy tenderness.

"I’d rather just wrap myself up in you," you say as you close your eyes, sleep beginning to take over. "Goodnight, Dave."

He hums, surprised that you had so easily decided to fall asleep on him. Your body is completely draped over him and he doesn't mind at all. 

The sound of little cries coming from down the hall wake you both. Alice has clearly woken up from a bad night terror, and you glance at the clock. 4:27am.

"Shit." Dave groans quietly, shifting you off of him and rolling to his side to get up. "I'll check on her."

"My panties," you remind him, you cut them off in the hall.

He grunts at you as he swipes his boxers up off the ground to tug on. He can't walk into his daughter's bedroom bare assed. "Got it."

"Grumpy," you grunt back at him with a giggle, before snuggling up to his pillow. Knowing Alice will just need a drink of juice and a cuddle from Daddy and she'll be sound asleep in no time.

You can hear him, the way he speaks to her in a hushed calming tone as he reassures and soothes her fears. Despite his reluctance to accept it, he really is a good man, and an even better father.

It's evident that Carol never came home last night, obviously preferring to spend the night with her lover, so Dave comes back into the room and drops your ruined panties next to the torn off dress and climbs back into the bed with you. Wrapping his arms around you and dragging you back to his chest. "Few more hours." He mumbles, kissing your lips.

You hum happily against his lips, tangling yourself back up in him. "Alice okay?"

"She's good." His hand stays on your back, keeping you anchored. It's been a long time since he's slept like this with Carol, and he didn't remember sleeping as well as he had before Alice woke up. "Bad dream."

"Poor thing," you say, as pepper a kiss on his lips. Sleep threatens to pull you back under as you yawn quietly.

"Go back to sleep baby." Dave grunts softly. "Them wanting breakfast will come way too soon."

A few hours pass much too quickly, and you groan as the alarm rings out on his phone. "Everything aches," you mumble into his warm skin, "Everything."

"Stay here." Dave isn't exactly a morning person, but the military has conditioned him to get up and get moving. He kisses your forehead as he starts to shift you off of him. "I'll get the girls up and get breakfast started. Take a hot bath."

"Thank you," you mumble, "Will you bring me up some clothes? I could take the girls to Dunkin’ after my bath if you want?"

"I'll get you some." He promises, smiling at your want to make the day good for his girls. "We could do that. If they aren't full."

"Yeah?" You say as you lift yourself up, completely aware of how exposed you are but uncaring. "We could take them to the park or something afterwards."

"Something." He agrees, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of your sleep warm, sexy figure in his bed. "How much more do you need to do in your room?" He asks. "I need to get new locks for my door and I'll put some on your suite door."

"Naughty boy," you say with a shake of your head, "I have a box to unpack and that's it. I think I might go to Target and get some bits to make it more homely if you're good with me hanging up pictures?"

"Sweetheart....” he frowns and wonders if that is why you hadn't hung anything up in your room. Did Carol say something to you? "That is your space. Nothing spackle and paint couldn't fix. Decorate it however you want."

"No," you say, before forcing yourself out of the bed, "I just didn't want to overstep. I'm going to have my bath, please don't forget to bring me some clothes."

"'ll go get them right now." He promises, sending you a small wink before he changes into some lounging clothes.

"Thanks baby," you say as you slide into the bathroom, and run yourself a hot bath. Hoping it relieves a little bit of the ache between your legs.

Downstairs, Dave stops short when he sees Carol in the kitchen, cooking as if nothing has changed. He doesn't say anything, just sighs as he notices she is wearing something new and moves to go down to the in-law suite.

The urge to have a long soak to ease your aching muscles is beaten out by the urge to spend time with Dave and the girls. You steal a little of his shampoo and body wash, before listening out to hear his footsteps, so you can get out and get dried and dressed.

Dave gathers your clothes, ignoring the comment that is probably supposed to be some sort of scathing remark from his wife as he walks past her. Carrying them upstairs, he sets them on the bed and proceeds to get dressed completely so he can take you and the girls and leave if he needs to.

"Hey," you say with a smile, as you enter the bedroom. Blissfully unaware that Carol is back in the house, and is likely powering up for a huge argument. "Good choice. I love this dress. Thank you.”

"You're welcome." Dave had slipped on the wedding ring as a habit, he rarely took it off, but he decides to set it inside the box where his watches are kept. "Come down whenever you want, but....Carol decided to come home."

"Ok," you say quietly, with a little nod. Noticing the change in his demeanor, you decide to keep your distance. "Are you ok?"

"I'm good." He promises you, reaching out and caressing your cheek. "If you don't want to be involved in all this bullshit, I won't blame you."

 "Too late," you say with a small smile, reaching up on your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his lips. "I'll get dressed and we can go out. Take the girls to get donuts like we said."

"Good girl." Dave smirks and sends you another wink before he slips out of the room. Once the door closes, his face drops and hardens. He sighs, deciding to not wake the girls as he goes back downstairs to face his soon to be ex.

You take your time getting dressed, and eventually decide it's time to face the music. 'They're no longer together, you didn't do anything wrong,’ you repeat over and over as you make your way downstairs. "Where are the girls?" You ask Dave as you enter the kitchen.

"Still asleep." Dave glances towards Carol. "All your things have been moved to the other bedroom." He tells her.

Carol scoffs, "Clearly you had to make room for something else in our bedroom."

"We no longer have a bedroom." Dave reminds her, frowning. "You will not start shit in front of the girls or I will make you regret it."

"Sure, you will," Carol snarls. "What was the point of moving the little slut into the basement if you're going to have her up there anyway?"

"I'll go get the girls up." You say with a shake of your head, not wanting to listen to what's inevitably about to go down.

"Thank you." Dave spares you a glance before he raises his eyebrows at Carol's obvious attempt to create some kind of family meal. "Enjoy your food by yourself."

"The girls will be down to join me soon enough, David." Carol says before stepping out in front of him. "Are you done? Are you satisfied? You've fucked the whore now… Let's just move on past all of this."

He steps back when she tries to touch him. "Carol, stop." He huffs sternly. "This is not going to happen."

"Come on, baby," she huffs, "We've both had our fun and now we can get back to what really matters, us. Plus, we have a few friends coming for dinner tonight."

He pulls away when she once again tries to reach for him, frowning in annoyance. "Why do you have people coming over, Carol?" He demands. "We are getting a divorce."

"Because it's been a while," Carol sighs, "And maybe that's what we need. To remember who we are. My Mom is going to pick the girls up around five and she can find somewhere else for the night."

"There is no we anymore." He groans, rolling his eyes and irritated that she has obviously made plans without consulting him. Plans that include him. "You wanted this divorce. Why are you doing this now?"

Carol shakes her head, not willing to answer any questions and begins to walk back over to the counter, "Just tell her she can't stay here tonight, David. They'll be here at 7."

"She can be down in her room." Dave counters. "I will not be kicking her out for some insane dinner party you have decided to throw."

"Fine, but she's to stay there. I don't want her ruining our evening." She huffs before stirring the burning eggs, and shaking her head again.

****

You wake and dress the girls, taking time to do their hair as they requested before taking them downstairs. The smell of burned food makes you grimace as they run excitedly in the kitchen towards Dave. "They're excited for donuts."

"I've made breakfast." Carol insists, motioning towards the table. "We will eat as a family.”

"I promised them donuts." Dave doesn't normally go against Carol's wishes, but she doesn't get to just show up and throw off his own plans in her attempt to make a happy little family picture. The time for that is gone. "Hey babies.” He grunts when they slam into him and wraps his arms around their little bodies. "You girls want to go get in my car?" He asks, looking over at you. "We're gonna go get those donuts you wanted."

"Sorry, Mrs- Sorry," you stutter, unsure what to call her now. Before walking over to Dave. "I didn't think... Me and Dave had said we were taking them for donuts and then to the park."

The pan slams down on the counter as Carol glares at you. "When did you decide what my girls do?" She hisses

"I don't," you say, keeping your voice steady, "As I said it was discussed with Dave. You weren't here." You say before turning to face Dave, "I'm going to go and get them strapped in. See you out there." 

"So you just replace me." Carol demands, this time keeping her voice low as the girls are quickly shuttled out of the room and the house. "Just that easily?

Dave sighs and shakes his head. "Don't start this shit, Carol." He groans. "I don't want to continue fighting. If you do...I'm going to have to make you leave.”

"Fuck you," she hisses before slamming her hand down on the counter, "I won't be here when you get back as I'm going to get the groceries for dinner. Have the decency to make sure the table is set for our friends and the girls have an overnight bag packed."

"Cancel the dinner party, Carol." Dave glares at her and swipes his keys up off the counter. "Or take them out to eat. I don't want to have dinner and pretend to still be your husband. Those days are over."

"No, David. You will do this for me. One last time." She calls after him, "I'm making your favorite."

He doesn't answer, just opens the door and finds you about to climb into the passenger seat of his car. Making him relax the second the door closes behind him.

"Hey," you say as he slides into the driver's seat. "Ready for breakfast?" You say offering him a small smile, as the girls chatter in the back to each other.

"And coffee." Dave rolls his eyes and turns the keys so the engine turns over. "Lots of coffee. How do you feel?"

"Sore," you say, just loud enough for him to hear, "But really good. What about you?"

"I'm good. Really good." Dave reaches over and squeezes your fingers after he backs out of the driveway and puts the car in drive.

"Good," you say, before bringing his hand up to your lips. "So, what's the big plan for today?"

"Girls are being picked up at 5." He rolls his eyes. "Someone has planned a dinner party tonight with friends. All our friends.”

"Oh," you say, with a raised eyebrow, "That sounds... fun. I take it that I need to make myself scarce?"

"She wanted you to leave the house completely but that's not happening." He promises you.

"I can keep myself busy downstairs," you say with a smirk, "Plenty of things to keep me entertained." 

"I'm sure you can." He chuckles quietly. "Make sure you have it charged. But it's not going to be better than me.

"It's already charged," you say with a giggle, "Pretty sure of yourself there, Mr York."

"So you are saying that I should just leave you alone?" He asks. "You don't want to do that again?'

"No," you answer a little too quickly, "I definitely want to do it again. I was just joking with you."

"I know." You probably don't get that his sense of teasing is a little dry. Or maybe he's lost his touch from the years of just dealing with Carol. His eyes slide from the road over to you and he smirks. "I was joking too." 

"Good," you say as he pulls up to the drive-thru. "Don't worry, I'll try not to have too much fun without you.”

"Girls, what donuts do you want?" He asks, twisting around in his seat to look back at them.

"Sprinkle,” they both shout in perfect unison, making you giggle, as you look at him grinning at his babies.

"Sprinkles and chocolate milk, I'm assuming?" He asks, making them nod so hard it's hard to not believe their brains are rattling around.

"You're wrapped right around their little fingers," you say with another giggle. "Super daddy."

"It's not hard to be." He counters. "Look at them."

"Yeah, they're adorable." Looking back at their grinning faces. Dave whittles off the order and drives up to the window to collect. You keep the treats bagged up on your lap as he drives to the park for you to find a picnic table to eat at.

"You monkeys can go play while we get everything ready." Dave winks at them as they cheer and shoot off towards the swings as soon as they are out of the car.

You carry the food and set it up on a table as Dave gets the bag of wet wipes and essentials from the trunk. "Hungry?" You ask with a wink as he walks over to you.

"Starving." Dave huffs. "Someone make me work out." He teases, smirking slightly. "Shoulda gotta a midnight snack when Alice woke up."

You giggle as you pass him the ham and cheese croissant he ordered, before looking over at the girls. "Should we let them play a bit before calling them back over? They seem happy."

"Yeah." Dave nods. "I want them to enjoy today. Yesterday sucked, so today needs to be a good memory for them."

"Best Daddy ever," you say before taking a bite of your food, "How are you feeling about tonight?"

"Annoyed." Dave grunts, shaking his head. "Although I'm going to use it to my advantage."

"Sounds like you have a plan," you say with a raised eyebrow.

The sound of rushed footsteps coming towards you makes you swing your head around, and before you know it Alice is on your lap and Molly is on Dave's. "Donut time," you say before handing them both their food and chocolate milk whilst watching Dave interact with his babies. 

He listens as Molly chatters happily between bites of her donut, shoveling it down as fast as she can between gulps of milk. So far they seem to be coping with the news far better than yesterday.

"Are you guys excited to spend the night with Grandma?" You ask as you play with Alice's hair.

"No." Alice frowns slightly and shakes her head. "It's only because mommy wants to have 'adult time.’" She huffs.

"Aw, baby," you say as you pepper a kiss on her head, "But I'm sure you'll have a great time. Grandma will take you to school in the morning and I'll be there to pick you up ready for dance."

"Promise?" She asks pitifully, pouting at you with the same intense look that Dave has at times.

"Promise." You say before booping her nose.

"Okaaaaaay." She manages to huff dramatically and giggle all at the same time.

The rest of the morning is spent chasing them around the park, watching Dave immediately cave when they ask for ice cream and Alice screaming after scraping her knee on the sidewalk and insisting that Dave carry her back to the car.

You unload the car as he takes them in the house, making them both a quick lunch and setting them up on the kitchen table to do homework before their grandma picks them up. "I’ll pack them each a bag," you tell Dave as he helps Molly with her homework

"Thank you." Dave knows that it's your job, but it's always a huge help when you anticipate their needs.

Their grandma arrives at 5 on the dot. You hand her their bags and once they've said goodbye to Dave you give them both a hug and kiss and promise to pick them up after school the next day.

With Carol still not back and Dave reluctant to set the table, you do it for him. Making sure everything is perfect so that Carol doesn't complain, before ordering yourself a delivery of Chinese food ready for your evening downstairs.

“I don't know why she's planning this." Dave grumbles to you as he puts away the extra dinnerware. "But it will be good to get everything out in the open."

You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around him, lightly resting your head on his shoulder. "Just try not to let her bring you down.”

"I won't let her." He promises quietly.

"Good," you say, unwrapping your arms from him. "Is there anything else I can do before she gets back?"

"Nothing, baby." He shoots you a small smirk. "Just enjoy your takeout. Carol's cooking sucks.”

"Lucky guests," you say with a laugh, having cooked every night since beginning your employment. "Focus on how nice it'll be to see your friends... and think about how much fun I'll be having in the basement." 

He rolls his eyes and huffs at you. "Not too much fun or I won't fuck you tonight."

"Might not need you to," you say with a wink, as you hurry off to open the door.

You open the door to your food and tip the delivery driver, watching as Carol's car pulls into the drive. You thank him as quickly as you can before going back inside to wish Dave a good evening before sneaking off downstairs and out of Carol's firing line.

"I thought the little bitch was going to leave." Carol hisses, bringing bags into the house. Dave rolls his eyes, noticing that at least she had decided to buy pre-made food. No one in the house will get food poisoning. "Never agreed to that." He reminds her.

"She better spend the entire evening down there, David," she hisses, "Or help me God, she'll regret it."

He rolls his eyes again and decides that it's better to not say anything. The sooner this party is started, the sooner it can be over and that's all he wants.

****

Laughter echoes through the house, as the guests eat and chatter. You have demolished your Chinese food and settled on a random Netflix movie. You wonder if he's having a good time. It's been over an hour since they started to arrive and it seems to be going well from what you can hear.

Dave's smile is forced and he stares at Carol in complete disbelief as she pretends that this is just a normal night with the other three couples that are in attendance. "Carol, I was so surprised that you invited us over." Teresa hums, taking a sip of her wine. "A Sunday dinner is so spontaneous."

"Just thought it would be nice for us all to spend some time together," Carol says before reaching over and squeezing Dave's hand, "It's nice to see everyone one isn't it, honey?"

"It's perfect." Dave flips his hand over and takes his wife's before he looks back at the people that she invited over. "That way we can tell everyone at once.”

"Dave-"

"Carol and I are divorcing." He announces, ignoring her attempt to deflect.

The fake laughter that falls from her lips convinces no one, as she snatches her hand away. "Thank you for ruining the evening, David." She says before clearing her throat, "It's not definite," she says to her guests, shaking her head at Dave before he can correct her. "Let's just enjoy dinner, and time with friends."

"It's definite." Dave corrects after she attempts to salvage the evening. "She's been fucking her private trainer. Then decided she wanted a divorce and now that she's realized she's not taking me to the cleaners, she wants to reconcile." 

The gasps that come from the shocked dinner guests make Carol's face burn red with anger, "Heh. The reason I was pushed into the arms of my trainer is because David kept looking at the nanny like he wanted to devour her."

"Oh bullshit." Dave rolls his eyes and pulls his hand away from hers. "You've been fucking Scott for nearly eight months. The nanny has worked for us for six."

"Are you happy?" She yells across the table at Dave, "You've ruined the night and upset all of our guests."

"Yep." Dave chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh -Scott gave you chlamydia or you gave him it- I don't know." He looks at the other couples. "She's got the clap."

"Jesus," Rob chokes. "Maybe we should -uh- just finish up dinner and keep the conversation a little lighter. It's sad you're divorcing and all, but look at me and Trish... doesn't have to be bad."

"I don’t have chlamydia, you lying, spiteful asshole." Carol spits across the table at Dave, ignoring what Rob has just said..

Dave snorts, narrowing his eyes at his wife. "Then explain why I had to get treated when I didn't cheat?" He demands.

"So you claim." She snarls back at him, before finishing off her glass of wine.

****

In bed you're unaware of the commotion upstairs, the sound of your TV is drowning out the yelling and you decide to check in on Dave. Typing out a text but changing your mind before hitting send. Instead jumping out of bed and pulling on your favorite pink lingerie set that you've never worn for anyone but yourself and snapping a photo.

Thinking about you. You caption the photo before hitting send. 

Dave's phone buzzes in his pocket before he just shrugs as if it isn't his concern. "It's why I stopped fucking you." He picks up his glass. "Anyway. How are the kids, Rob?"

"Bullshit," Carol says before bursting into the most hysterical sobs Dave had ever seen. 

"Good, thanks," he says before taking a bite of his food, clearly in utter disbelief at what’s happening, "Where's Molly & Alice?"

Carol is dragged away from the table by Trish and Teresa, still continuing to sob uncontrollably.

****

A few minutes pass and Dave still hasn't replied to your photo and with boredom getting the better of you, you decide to take another pic. This time rolling down your panties and taking a shot of your glistening pussy.

Haven't touched myself... This is just from thinking about you.

****

The phone buzzes again and this time Dave pulls it out of his pocket. "The girls are with their grandmother." He explains as he glances down and pauses talking, completely forgetting what he was going to say.

"Good," Rob says with a chuckle, "Better than hearing that conversation." He asks a few questions and waits patiently for Dave to answer, the other guests chattering uncomfortably amongst themselves as Dave takes a large gulp of his beer.

*****

The delivered changes to read and your smirk to yourself before deciding to take it one step further. Sending a very brief and silent video of your finger lightly circling your clit. You like what you see?

"Fuck." The phone immediately opens the video and Dave clears his throat. "Yeah- uh, it's not been a nice few days." He tells Rob as he types out a reply. I do. But you are teasing me. Be careful.

Or what? You type back with another picture. This time of your bare tits.

****

"Should we go?" Mike asks, after staying silent since the outburst. "Clearly you have some things to talk about."

"Nothing to talk about." Dave assures him. "We signed the agreement yesterday and are now just waiting to get it signed by the judge.”

"Seems like she's regretting it," he remarks with a shrug of his shoulders.

****

You huff as he leaves your last message unanswered, before leaning over and pulling your wand out of the bedside drawer. Switching it on to its lowest setting, you wince a little as you place it against your clit, snapping and sending one last picture before turning it up. 

"Doesn't matter." Dave glances back down at his lap as the next text dings through. "Shit." He hisses, eyes focused on your picture. The wand is against your clit and he knows you are moaning right now. Do you want me to spank you? He sends the message quickly and looks up at Mike. "I don't tolerate cheating."

I want you to spank me. You type out between breathy moans. I need you Dave. Fuck. I'd let you fuck me over the table in front of everyone.

****

"Fair enough," Mike says, before silence falls across the room again, apart from the sound of cutlery scraping plates and beer being chugged. "I'm sorry it came to this.”

"It is what it is." Dave murmurs, his cock jumping at the latest message from you. I bet you would. But I wouldn't fuck you in front of them. Only I get to see that.

He looks back up. "All I care about is Alice and Molly being alright."

" l just hope you two can find some common ground." He says with another shrug, just before the ladies come back into the room and take their seats. Carol picks up the dessert plates and pre-made dessert and places it down on the table before asking, "Who wants cheesecake?"

****

I need you. You type out as you feel your orgasm move closer. Fuck. Used to think about you every time I came. And now I know how good you feel, I need you so badly. I'm so close, baby. 

****

"She is staying in the house for the girls, so I hope so." Dave shakes his head at Carol. "None for me, thanks." He declines the dessert.

His cock twitches at your message, barely biting back a moan. The idea that you've thought of him while playing with yourself is extremely sexy. Behave. You'll have me.

"You love cheesecake, David," Carol says with a huff. But most of the guests decline dessert as well. The uncomfortable atmosphere makes the thought of eating difficult and they’d all rather just leave.

****

I want your mouth. I want you to eat my pussy and then shove your cock in my mouth after making me cum.

Push your fingers into your pussy. He orders you, wanting a picture of it.

"I do love cheesecake." Dave reminds his ex, ignoring that she's still calling him 'David' despite him hating it. It's all a power play. "But not the one with nuts on it."

Yes, sir. You text back before pulling the wand away, pushing two fingers into your soaking wet cunt and sending him a photo. Doesn't feel as good as you do.

****

"Don't eat the nuts then, honey," she says with a sugary sweet grin, before pouring herself another glass of wine.

"No need to keep up the pretense, dear." He looks up and levels a serious look at Carol. "Please. We need to co-parent and respect each other. But I am not in a relationship with you any longer."

"Fine, I'll just send our friends home and you can go fuck the nanny. Is that what you want?" She snarls back at him.

Dave looks around the table at all the uncomfortable faces. "They don't want to be here, Carol." He huffs.

"Because you couldn't let us have one nice evening," she says with a shake of her head, "Fine. Everyone can leave. Thank you for coming. I'm so sorry that David ruined the night."

"I told you not to have the dinner party." He doesn't regret telling them, he's not going to live a lie, but he does stand up and apologize for the evening.

They all murmur and look uncomfortably at each other before saying goodnight and thanking them both for dinner. Deciding it's best to just go ahead and leave and avoid seeing another uncomfortable argument play out.

Dave walks them to the door, leaving Carol fuming in the formal dining room. He has no intention of helping to clean up, not when he had been forced to endure this farce in the first place. "Good night." He offers quietly as they file out of the house. "Sorry about this.”

They all shuffle away quietly as Dave closes the door, ready to get home and forget about one of the most uncomfortable evenings of their life.

Turning back towards the house, Dave pulls the phone out of his pocket and reads your last text. Groaning out loud as he sees the sexy picture you sent. You cum yet? He demands.

No. You type back with a huff, I was waiting for my next command.

Good. Dave smirks slightly, imagining that you are frustrated and on edge. You deserve it after disgracing him during the dinner from hell.

Can I cum now? You text back, unsure how much longer it'll be until he gets to join you.

Carol is scoffing and shaking her head as he enters the kitchen, anger funneling through her as she gets ready to rage at him.

"Don't start with me." Dave is well used to that expression but he doesn't want to hear it. "I'm not going to put up with it."

"Did she fuck you as well as I do?" Carol says with a smirk, wanting to rile him up. "Bet she had no idea what to do with you.” 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He shoots back and rolls his eyes. "There's a lock on my bedroom door. So don't bother trying to go in there."

"Yeah, I want to know." she says stepping in front of him, "Did her pussy feel as good as mine?"

"Better." Dave hums, amused by her attempts to waylay him.

"Bullshit," she huffs, "Why don't I remind you just how good mine is?"

"No thanks." Dave chuckles. "I wasn't joking. You need to get tested. Treated. You have an STD."

"Not funny, David." She snarls before giving up. "I bet she's not even interested in fucking you again, probably glad to be away from you.”

"No, it's not funny." Dave hisses, his face twisting into an angry scowl. "It wasn't funny when I was taking antibiotics to treat the shit you gave me." He decides to open his phone and show her the results from the doctor on the app his doctor uses. "Check the fucking date. It was when I stopped fucking you.”

"Fuck," she says, before stumbling backwards. "Why didn't you fucking tell me?"

"It's not my job to tell you that your little fuck toy gave you a fucking STD." He snarls, looking at her with disgust. "Even if I wanted you, I could never fucking trust you again. So I don't give a fuck if she-" he points towards basement door, "wants me or not. I don't want you.”

"You'll regret this, David." She says before grabbing her keys and storming out the house. Leaving the mess from the dinner party for Dave to deal with.

Dave rolls his eyes and follows her to the door, only to flip the lock. The mess can wait, and he wants to see you spread out.

****

You sigh as you watch your phone, waiting impatiently for a text back from Dave.

Turning off the lights, Dave opens the basement door and starts down the stairs. It's not dark or dank like most basements, it's completely finished. Biting his lip as he stands outside your little suite and knocks.

"Come in," you say after covering yourself, wanting him to rip the covers from you.

Opening the door, Dave steps inside and turns around to lock the door behind him. He had changed out your locks as well, wanting to make sure Carol didn't have access to your space. "What a fucking night."

Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you see the strain on his face and you soften your expression. "Come here, baby."

"Are you sure you want me here?" He asks, wondering if Carol might have been right.

"Dave, I’ve been texting you photos of my pussy all night," you say with a giggle, "Even if you're not up to fuck, I want you here. I want you."

"Oh I'm up alright." He huffs, reaching down and adjusting his cock where he had tucked it behind his belt.

"The photos worked, huh?" You say as innocently as possible.

"You know they did." He grunts, shaking his head as he starts to methodically strip down.

"It's your fault, y'know? Got me hooked on you."

"It was just once." He defends, even though he is grinning. "That's all it takes?"

"Apparently so," you say with a shrug, "Not that I'm complaining... But I will be if you don't kiss me soon."

When he's fully stripped down, he wraps his hand around his cock. "I shouldn't kiss you. Just tease you like you teased me."

You bite down on your lip as you watch him take himself in his hand, giving his cock a few languid strokes. "I wasn't teasing, baby, I was just warming myself up for you.”

"Yeah? You aren't too sore?" He asks, wanting to make sure that you aren't pushing yourself because you think he wants sex. He's older than you, sex doesn't have to happen every day.

"I’m a little sore," you admit, "But I can take you... After you give me your mouth."

He snorts and shakes his head. "Already demanding oral every time." He tsks, as if he's disappointed. "Maybe I should just fuck your throat."

"Every time? I haven't had your mouth yet." You remind him with a tut. "I hope you like eating pussy though, York, because you're going to be doing it a lot."

"Oh l am, am I? " He likes your sassiness, the cockiness of your attitude. "Says who?"

"Me, you say as you pull him closer to you, "And I'll suck that gorgeous cock in return."

"Gorgeous cock, huh?" He smirks and looks down at the hefty cock in his hand. "I guess I should make you cum before I turn you into a Twinkie again, should I?"

"Gorgeous," you repeat with a smile, "Yes, sir, but kiss me first," you demand.

Kissing you isn't a burden. He very willingly climbs onto the bed and leans over, watching you before he presses his lips to yours

You hum happily against his lips, feeling the tension in his shoulders melt away as you wrap your arms around him. "Let's see how good that mouth really is," you say against his lips.

It's a challenge, he knows that from the curve of your lips when you look up at him so innocently. One that he is happy to take up. Moving down and biting one nipple just sharply enough to make you gasp out.

"Who's being a tease now?" You moan, as he drags his lips down your body.

"I couldn't send you photos." He hums, grinning up at you and winking. Pleasantly content with making sure that you find out exactly how talented he is with his tongue.

"You can next time." you say, "Give me something to look at whilst I play with my pussy.”

"You want me to send you photos of me jerking off?" He asks, inhaling the musky scent of your arousal and groaning.

"Yes," you say with a groan, "And videos of you cumming.

"You want to see me cum?" He asks, looking up at you.

"Fuck yes," you say, as you rock your hips up closer to his face.

"After you." He purrs, lowering his mouth to your cunt and licking a long, wet strip up your folds.

"Ooohh," you moan, as he starts to tease your clit with his tongue. Your fingers find purpose in his hair, tugging and pulling at it as he sucks and licks at your bundle of nerves. The sounds he makes are filthy, groaning and grunting as he eats your pussy with conviction.

Dave doesn't try to rush through it, but he makes sure that his tongue keeps moving. Running and circling your clit as he finds out what makes you whimper in pleasure. Finding your hips with his hands and holding on as he devours you.

His name falls from your tongue over and over, between the breathy moans and gasps of pleasure. "Never stop," you whisper, as your thighs begin to shake, "God, you're perfect.

He chuckles into your folds, your legs drawing up to frame his head with your thighs and he keeps sucking and licking. Digging his fingers into your skin and holding you in place so your hips don’t rock on their own.

"I’m gonna cum," you breathe out, as your thighs clamp down around his head. Your hips lifting off the bed and you gasp his name before white hot pleasure explodes behind your eyes.

Even as you try to squeeze his head as hard as you can and smother him in your cunt, he keeps working you over. Sucking your clit into his mouth, he pulls on it harshly to make it even better for you.

"Oh, Dave," you mumble, as you come down from your high, gently pushing his face away. "God, I'm going to be begging you to do that everyday."

He hums and there is a smug smirk on his face when he turns and wipes your juices in the inside of your thigh from his chin. "That good, baby?"

"I think I just fell in love," you say with a giggle, "That was incredible."

He chuckles and ducks his head down to lap at your clit once more just to hear you gasp.

"Dave," you gasp, before pulling on his hair again. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, baby.”

"Want you to ride me." He hums, pushing back up to his arms and hovering over you. "Sound good?"

"Yes," you say before capturing his lips with a bruising kiss, "You wanna film me riding you?"

"No." Dave shakes his head and frowns. "I want to keep it for myself." He groans when you wrap your hand around his cock. "I don't- l've never sent photos before." He admits quietly. His job doesn't allow for that kind of digital footprint and he didn't trust Carol. At least not subconsciously.

"Okay, baby," you say as you push him onto his back before straddling him. "You don't have to take pictures. Or film me. I just thought you might like something for those nights when you're working away."

"Maybe later." Dave glances up at you. "Have a photographic memory. I'll remember this.”

"Sorry, if I made you uncomfortable," you say as you lean down and kiss his lips. Before lifting your hips, ready for him to line himself up against your entrance.

"Baby, you don't make me uncomfortable." Dave shakes his head. "You make me- shiiiit-" he stops talking as you sink down on his length.

"Tell me," you say, as he stretches you. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip to suppress the pained moan. The stretch of him hurts so good.

"Hot." He pants out quietly, reaching for your hips again. "You make me fucking hot and horny." He slides his hands up to press against your back, pushing you down to his body so he can kiss you again. "Fucking turning me into a teenager again.”

"Yeah?" You say with a teasing grin, before gently rocking your hips, "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Anything." He grunts against your lips, twitching inside you.

"The first time we watched a movie alone together, I was touching myself under the blanket next to you. Wishing it was you touching me." You say as you move your hips a little faster, moaning as he slaps his hand against your ass.

"Shit." Dave groans. The first time you had been alone together, he wouldn't have cheated on Carol, but he had noticed how sexy you were. "Dirty."

"Was so scared you'd catch me," you moan, "But I couldn't help myself. I have thought about you every time I've masturbated since that night."

"Want to watch." He groans, rocking his hips up. "Jerk off while you play with your pussy."

"Yeah?" You grind your hips slowly, before biting down on his earlobe. "I'd love for you to cum all over this pussy. Mark my pretty little clit with your cum.”

"Fuck." He growls, clenching his jaw and slapping your ass again.

"Do you want to?" You ask before starting to bounce up and down on his cock, "Do you want to cover me with your cum?"

"Yessssss." He hisses as your pace starts to speed up and he watches your tits bounce. "Fuck yes."

"Want to be covered in it, I want to eat it," you admit, as your walls start to flutter around him.

It's filthy and yet you look so sweet when you confess that to him. Even as you are bouncing on his cock like a whore. "You will." He promises.

"Fill me up," you start to beg, as you start to clamp down around his cock. Loving the way he notches against heaven inside of you with every bounce.

He can tell that you are starting to cum, your pace faltering and you nearly collapse forward. Dave grunts and braces his feet in the mattress to start fucking up into your pliant, tight cunt.

"Oh, fuck," you whine as he overwhelms you, you grip on to his shoulders as tight as you can before coming undone. Your cunt spasming around him as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. 

He wraps his arms around you, chasing his own orgasm as he rocks you through yours. Keeping up the skin slapping pace for another minute before he is burying himself deep and groaning out your name loudly as he fills you up.

You wrap your arms around him as tightly as you can, letting silence fill the air as you both catch your breaths. It strikes you how comfortable you are, how comfortable you are with him. There's no awkwardness, no need to fill the silence as you let yourself lean closer to him.

"Fuck." He hums, stroking your back gently. "That was so good, baby."

"It was amazing," you whisper, "You are amazing. You are going to have to move me though," you giggle, "You've fucked me so good, that I don't think I can lift myself."

"Why don't you just sleep right here?" He chuckles. "You can ride my cock all night."

"Sounds perfect. Ride your cock all night and wake you up with your cock in my mouth."

"Don't be offended if it stops working." He jokes, winking at you. "I'm old."

You giggle at him before pressing a kiss to his lips, "You're not that old, baby. Let's get some sleep, and if you're a good boy, I'll make sure you have a very good morning.” 

It doesn't take long for you both to fall asleep, snuggled up tightly in his arms, breathing in perfect sync.

****

Glancing at the clock on your wall, you grin when you see the time. He's still snoozing soundly as you gently unwrap his arms from around you. Slowly you move down the bed and position yourself between his legs, careful enough not to wake him.

You gently take him in your hand, acknowledging that even flaccid he's still extremely impressive. You give him a few gentle squeezes and then place a few kisses on his tip, before taking him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him and groaning quietly as he begins to harden. One hand gently squeezes the base of him, slowly running up and down the part that won't fit in your mouth.

A burst of pre-cum coats your tongue and the taste of him makes your pussy clench, you swallow around him before slowly bobbing your head up and down, grinning when you hear him groan loudly. You hollow your cheeks and suck a little harder, loving the noises that fall from his lips. 

It's been a long goddamn time since Dave has woken up to a blow job. A long time. His brow furrows and twitches while he is still asleep, being dragged from the confines of his sleep at the pressure of your tongue.

You pull off of him with a loud pop, "Good morning, baby," you mewl, before circling your tongue around his head and taking him back into your mouth.

"Shit." Dave rasps out, eyes fluttering shut again and his hand comes down to cup the back of your head. "What is this for?"

Pulling off him again you say with your sweetest smile, "Thought you deserved a treat," and then you run your tongue down his shaft, before wrapping your lips around one of his balls and start to softly suck, jerking him off at the same time. Humming happily as the hold on the back of your head slightly tightens as he pushes you down harder on his cock. 

You don't try to pull away, eagerly taking him deep and he hooks the sheet on his foot and drags it down further so he can see more of you. Watching as your mouth continues its assault on his cock and he groans again when you squeeze him.

Swallowing around him, you take in all of him. Your jaw aches from the stretch, but his groans spur you on and your nose nuzzles against the patch of hair at his base.

"So good baby." He grunts, rocking his hips up slightly. It's still early, he has time before he has to go get ready for work and you are enjoying this. Fuck knows he is. "Fuck, you love sucking my cock."

You hum in agreement, bobbing your head up and down again. Swirling your tongue around him and moaning in delight as he twitches on your tongue. Your pussy is dripping with arousal, the pleasure simply from giving him pleasure making you clench around nothing. 

"Come here." Dave knows he won't have time to get hard again, so he pays his chest. "Put your pussy on my face.”

"Nope," you say after letting him fall out your mouth with a groan, before looking up at him with an almost angelic smile, "I just want to suck your cock. You will eat my pussy over and over again tonight. Right now... I just want to feel you cum down my throat."

Dave frowns slightly, sure that you would have jumped at the opportunity to have your pussy licked. "I won't have time to fuck you before I have to get in the shower."

You roll your eyes before pulling off him again, "I just want to make it about you, baby, can I do that? Can I please look after the handsome man in my bed?"

"Okay." Dave nods, wondering if you really mean that. Leaning back and settling back on his arm so he can watch you better.

"Good boy," you mewl, before taking him back in your mouth. Loving how heavy he feels in your mouth and how stretched out your throat is. You're convinced you could cum by the sounds of his groans alone, your hands work his shaft as you suck and circle your tongue around his head. Desperate to taste and swallow every drop of his cum.

"Fuck, fuck." He moans, quietly calling out your name while you treat his cock like it's a magical fuck stick to be worshiped. He's not complaining, pulsing in your grip when you press your tongue to the head and keep him anchored in your mouth by the subtle pressure.

You hollow your cheeks around him and take him deep once again, feeling him push past your tonsils. The telltale pulsing and the way his balls begin to pull up let's you know he's close, and you moan happily around his length.

The first spurt of cum spits out like a geyser erupting. Shooting to the back of your throat and coating it as you gasp. Not because you are surprised, but because you are happy he's cumming. Making him hiss out your name again when the pressure around his cock just increases as you start to swallow him down.

He keeps a steady hand on the back of your head, as you swallow every last drop. Humming at the salty, musky taste of him. You could happily wake him up this way everyday, wanting nothing more than to worship his gorgeous cock.

When you finally pull off of him with a soft pop, he is panting. Nearly breathless from the orgasm you have gifted him with and the extreme pleasure and contentment that comes with the flood of endorphins.

"Was that a good way to wake up, baby?" you ask, before moving up the bed and snuggling up against his chest.

"Probably the best fucking way l've ever woken up." He presses his lips to your forehead and sighs. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you giggle, "It's about time someone took care of you. I'm very happy that it's me."

Dave hums and smirks as he looks down at you. He agrees with that. He's happy that you are taking care of him, and in turn - he will do the same for you. You might be the nanny, but he doesn't care about cliches that might make him seem when it comes out that you are together. All that matters is that his girls love you and for the first time in a long time, Dave is happy. Carol had been wrong. The nanny does want him, and that means you get him.

[the-modern-typewriter]

"My god." The stranger studied the protagonist, idly pinning them up against the bathroom wall. "That is incredible. You are incredible."

"I -" They didn't know exactly how they had expected the meeting to go, but it wasn't like this. "I didn't mean to startle you. The bartender gave me your change."

They shifted in the stranger's grip, which was about as effective as a mouse squirming beneath a lion's paw.

"Mm. They would, wouldn't they?" The stranger's head tilted as they wet their lips. "Wow. My own little doppelganger."

"I'm not - I'm just Riley."

"Riley," the stranger echoed.

"...And you are?"

The stranger laughed.

The two of them looked identical. It was uncanny. Obscene, in the face of the simmering hunger in stranger's face, that the protagonist would never have recognised on their own.

The protagonist shifted again. They politely cleared their throat.

The stranger smiled, honey slow. "You can keep the change. I don't need it."

"R-right." When the protagonist caught a glimpse of the stranger across the hotel bar, they had followed them to the bathroom. Not to be creepy or anything. They'd just been...curious.

"New to the city, are you?" the stranger said.

"Just passing through! Can you - can you let go of me?" It sounded like a question. The protagonist tried again. "Let go of me."

It was obvious that the stranger didn't like to be followed and didn't expect anything good from anyone doing the following. Which, fair. Still, it must have been obvious after the initial instinct that the protagonist was hardly stalking them for some untoward reason.

They'd just wanted a glimpse. To double check that their mind wasn't playing tricks on them.

The delight of discovery faded beneath the stranger's bright and wondering gaze and they rather wished that their mind was playing tricks on them.

The stranger's grip eased, mercifully, after a moment. Their palm smoothed down the protagonist's front with an eerie and less merciful possessiveness. The smile they flashed, though, was exactly the same one that the protagonist had seen a hundred times before in the mirror.

"Get a drink with me," the stranger said, and they didn't correct it into a question. "I want to hear all about you. Incredible."

It was, admittedly, incredible.

By the time they'd established no family connection, no easily apparent trick or explanation, it was late. The stranger - one Carter Eden - was charming when they wanted to be, but the protagonist couldn't shake their unease and the memory of those strong, weirdly familiar fingers fixing them in place as if it were nothing.

It explained something, though, of the looks the protagonist had been getting since they arrived. The treatment. The assumption that they were a creature of wealth, power and influence. Carter Eden was certainly that.

"Well, this was - something," the protagonist said, managing a smile. "I should get going though."

They wished now, too, that it had been a pub. Somewhere with less obvious rooms that they were obviously staying in.

"Mm." Eden was leaned towards them across the table, face cupped in one hand, intent. It might have been dizzyingly flattering in other circumstances. "This really was quite something, wasn't it? Serendipitous fate, perhaps."

The protagonist smiled again and pushed to their feet.

"You're so like me," the stranger said. "And yet...so utterly not. I just want to see everything you do." They sounded mesmerised. Intoxicated on more than the small amount of wine they'd shared. They stood too.

They were, of course, exactly the same height. Same build. Same everything, except the posture and mannerisms.

"Pleasure meeting you," the protagonist said, with a stiff politeness.

"All mine."

They woke up the next morning, with the stranger sitting in their room, watching them sleep with that same consuming curiosity.

The protagonist's belongings - wallet, ID, everything - were gone. Spirited away somewhere in the night, beyond locked hotel room doors and ordinary life.

They froze. Fury and fear swelled in their throat in equal measure.

"Good morning, gorgeous." The stranger rose, tossing them clothes that were most certainly not the protagonist's old and comfortable ones, and far more indeed like the antagonist's garments. "I'm afraid you're coming with me."

The protagonist knew then that they never should have followed the devil into the bathroom.

[rustingcat]

Dinner

It was the gentle hand on her shoulder that woke her up. It took Lena a moment to understand where she was, fighting off sleep as she tried to keep her eyes open. Her gaze landed on her beautiful girlfriend, smiling softly at her while mumbling a few words Lena could not yet cohesively hear in her sleepy state.

Kara stood up once she noticed Lena's eyes weren't closing anymore and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I'm gonna take a quick shower. I left you a glass of water next to the bed, go downstairs when you're ready, food should be done soon."

It was the smell of the cooking from downstairs that woke her up fully. Lena realised she had not eaten all day, she was positively starving. Drinking some water helped wake her up a little bit more, though she really wished for some coffee. It was probably best not to drink anything with caffeine if she wanted any chance to sleep tonight, especially after napping for– two hours? Has it really been that long?

Lena finished her water and went to her suitcase. It was just the two of them in the middle of a sleepy town somewhere in Ireland, but it was their first date, well, along with their first couple retreat – wow, they really did not do anything in order, Lena chuckled to herself – she wanted to look good for Kara. Lena picked up a deep red cashmere turtleneck sweater and a pair of black skinny jeans. She wanted to show more skin, but unfortunately the heating in the living room was not as prominent as she hoped, she did go a bit extra on the make up, using the deep maroon lipstick that Kara seemed to be quite drawn to. Stretching out the last dust off her sleep, she walked down the stairs of the old house.

The smell was the first thing to hit her once she got downstairs. It got harder and harder to contain her hunger with the amazing aromas coming from the pot cooking on the stove. She decided to busy herself with setting the table while waiting for Kara, using the fanciest utensils she could find. While cleaning some of the grocery bags, she spotted some candles lying around, smiling to herself, she placed one in an old candle holder and lit it up. A truly romantic dinner.

Kara walked down the stairs wearing fitted black trousers that really complimented her well built figure that Lena adored, a deep blue shirt tank top tucked in with some loose V neck that let Lena glimpsed at her cleavage and a cream cardigan on top that was somehow just so Kara. Lena bit her lips as her heartbeat got faster. She couldn't believe that this wonderful woman was really into her, loved her. They're going to be a family. They already were to some extent, but the kids would definitely solidify this point.

"You look beautiful," Kara stopped once her eyes laid on Lena. "I mean you're always beautiful, but Rao Lena, you're gorgeous."

"You're not so bad yourself," Lena smiled back and stepped forward to greet Kara with a kiss. Her smile widened when she tasted the mint in Kara’s mouth, it seemed like Kara made sure to really prepare for the date. Oh, how she loved kissing Kara, she could probably do it forever. The heat spreading through her body almost made her forget about her hunger.

"Was that your stomach?" Kara pulled back.

Almost.

"A bit." Lena felt the blush creeping up her neck. Her stomach really had to ruin the moment, didn't it?

"Good thing it's almost ready!" Kara gave her a quick kiss and headed to the kitchen.

Another extra long chapter so you can find the rest here on AO3

[prick-up-ur-ears]

Saw your post asking for imodna prompts, how about BH meeting up with Ira again on the moon with Imogen getting jealous because of how enamored Laudna seems with him?

Or... Imogen and Laudna finally having a conversation about everything that's happened (e.g. Imogen's comment about how she finds the thought of Delilah always being in the background watching them disgusting, Laudna saying she doesn't know what's her and what's Delilah anymore, casting Hunger of the Shadow on the Willmaster after saying that their power should have gone to her instead of Orym, etc.)

Or any kind of fluff or hurt/comfort, I'll be happy to read anything!

Thanks for the prompt!

This ended up being harder than I thought because I couldn't quite figure out where I wanted to take it but I think I'm okay with how it ended up.

You can also read this bad boy on AO3 !

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“So what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

After Fearne came back through the portal, and much deliberation, they had decided to sleep in the underground temple before all going to investigate what was on the other side of the portal. Now, Imogen sits with her back against one of the tall, jagged stone walls. She doesn’t take her eyes off Laudna while the conversation continues around her, not paying any attention to what is being said. Laudna is across the room from her. Not next to her. Not even near her. Practically as far as she can be in the large space. 

She’s fiddling with the elven doll she found, pushing and pulling on the limbs to see how they bend, inspecting the clothing. She pulls Paté’s birdhouse onto her lap and gently tucks the doll inside, then carefully places the whole thing on the ground next to her. 

When she looks up, her eyes find Imogen’s immediately. They dart away in an instant, towards where the conversation is moving along without them. It stings, more than a little. Imogen pulls her knees up, folds her arms on top of them, and leans forward to rest her chin on her forearm.

Everything feels majorly fucked right now.

It hasn’t been that long since their stay at Nana Morri’s, but already the silence between them is deafening. Imogen had tried to explain herself after the unfortunate way she worded her feelings about Delilah, but besides that, they haven’t spoken at all about what they said during the honesty exercise. Not that there’s been any excess of time, but they’ve managed to make time in the past. 

“--gen?”

She opens her eyes, not realizing she had closed them. She’s met with six pairs of eyes looking down at her. How much time had passed? Did she fall asleep? 

“Hmm?” she mumbles, blinking.

“Can you try to reach out to Ira?” Orym asks. 

Imogen has to fight to keep a straight face, keep the edges of her mouth from turning down. She could, but does she want to? Not particularly. She trusts him about as far as she can throw him.

Her reaction definitely has nothing to do with the thought of every interaction he’s had with Laudna. Nope nope nope. She’s not thinking about Laudna saying she wanted to have a drink with him in the Calloway hideout. Or when she told him she liked him “a lot” before the solstice. That would be ridiculous.

“I’m spent for the day,” she replies. Is she being petty? Maybe. “Can F.C.G. do it?”

“They’re running on empty, too,” Orym says, a frown ghosting at the corners of his mouth. 

“One of us could do it after we rest, then?” Imogen says, looking towards F.C.G., who nods. “It’s not like we’re in a big rush to find him, right?”

“No, I guess not.” He turns away from her and walks towards the opposite wall, near Laudna. 

There’s a bit of awkward silence before Fearne picks up the conversation again, her and F.C.G recounting again(not that Imogen can blame them) how they managed to get away from Otohan. It’s not long before the events of the day catch up with them, yawns being traded back and forth across the group. 

Imogen still has her eyes on Laudna, who is now taking out her bedroll and unfurling it where she sits. Across the room from Imogen. Still.

Imogen doesn’t know how to be in a relationship, that much is evident. But she is pretty sure she heard somewhere that you should never go to bed mad. Not that they’re mad at each other. (Right?) (Fuck, is Laudna mad at her?) (Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.) Either way, she doesn’t want to sleep feeling whatever way she’s feeling right now.

She reaches out. Feels her mind attach to the tether that connects them. Can we talk?

Laudna doesn’t respond. She shows no indication that she heard Imogen at all, but Imogen knows she did. Just when Imogen is about to reach out again, Laudna looks up at her. The eye contact is as brief as it was before, and then she’s standing up. She whispers something to Orym, who settled in nearby, then walks towards the wide archway that leads to the next room, a passage they haven’t gone down yet. 

Imogen stands up and follows her.

Laudna doesn’t stop walking or wait for her to catch up. Imogen is several paces behind her, relying mostly on the sound of her footsteps and the silhouette that she can barely make out, as Laudna leads them through the maze that this temple has become here. 

Eventually, they reach a room that is a dead end. The other entrances, besides the one they came through, are blocked by rocks and debris. The space isn’t as large as where they set up camp, looks like it might have once been a small courtyard.  In the middle is a tree, magically preserved like the berries they found no doubt. The stone pathway that surrounds it is jagged and uneven, but the patch of grass that the tree sits on appears to be untouched.

Imogen stops just inside the entryway when she notices Laudna has stopped. She’s facing the left side of the room, and Imogen pulls out her dancing lights to see what has caught her attention. Against the wall is a bench that has certainly seen better days, broken down the middle, littered with bones that are fused and fossilized to it.

“Do you think they knew what was happening?” Laudna asks, her voice quiet. Shaky. At the sound of it, Imogen finds herself stepping closer. 

“Probably not,” Imogen says as softly as she can. 

“Is that better or worse?” 

Imogen doesn’t have an answer. She’s not even clear on what exactly happened for this temple to end up embedded in the ground of Ruidus. Are there more places like this one, scattered throughout the mantle of the moon? Were all of those people that existed in those places thrust here without warning, without any idea of what was happening to them? Would it have been better for them to understand?

She’s just behind Laudna now, and reaches a tentative hand forward to graze hers. When she doesn’t pull away immediately, Imogen slips their hands together and gives a little tug. “Come on,” she says, jutting her head to the other side of the room when Laudna looks back at her with wide, sad eyes. “Let’s go over here.”

Laudna doesn’t object, and Imogen leads them towards the tree, sitting down with her back against it on the side facing away from the bench. She lets her lights float above them, lighting up this side of the room. Laudna sits down cross-legged next to her, dropping her hand, leaving some space between them. She starts to pick at the grass.

They sit in silence for several minutes. Imogen realizes she should have thought about what she wanted to say before she dragged them here. She doesn’t know where to start.

“Are we okay?” seems like a decent choice.

She hates the way her voice sounds, though. There are tears threatening to fall, choking her voice, but she wills them to stay put. 

“I think we’ll be safe here for the night, but after-,” Laudna stops, looks down at the hand Imogen places on her knee. She doesn’t look up to meet her eyes, though.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Oh. You mean ‘we’ as in… the two of us.” It’s not a question.

Imogen nods, unsure if Laudna even sees it with the way she refuses to look at her. 

Why couldn’t everything have been easier? Why did they have to get themselves thrust into all of this moon bullshit? Why them? All Imogen wants, all Imogen has ever wanted since she met Laudna, was a simple life with her. (Yeah, she was fantasizing about moving away from Gelvaan and having a life with Laudna after one conversation. Sue her). Why do they need to have all of these monumental, world-ending obstacles in the way of that? 

“We haven’t really talked about anything since Whitestone,” Imogen finally says to get the conversation going, and once she starts talking she finds it hard to stop. “And so much has been goin’ on since then, and- and, I’m not sure if I’ve even dealt with everything that happened there, and it feels like more is happenin’ and it’s not gonna stop and we’re not talkin’ about any of it and if we keep goin’ on this way then-.” She has to stop, her voice going higher and faster and breaking at the end. Because what is going to happen if they keep bottling everything inside? 

“Imogen…” Laudna says sadly, finally looking at her. She reaches forward to brush away a tear that Imogen didn’t realize had broken past her emotional barriers. So many barriers she has. “I guess I… I didn’t realize...” 

Does the silence not eat her up inside the way it does Imogen? 

Of course not. Laudna made peace with loneliness a long time ago. She has Paté, Sashimi. Her new doll. Delilah, as much as Imogen loathes to admit it. Who does Imogen have besides Laudna? Who is Imogen without Laudna?

“It seems like you’ve been avoidin’ me. Ever since…” Ever since she said she’s disgusted by the thought of Delilah watching them. But she can’t say it out loud again. “I just need you to talk to me, Laudna.”

Laudna pulls back, returns her focus to the grass, pulls a handful of the magically preserved blades from the soil. “I don’t know what there is to say…”

But Imogen knows Laudna. She sees the way she bites at the inside of her cheek, the way there is something that she’s not saying. 

“Are you upset, because of what I said durin’ the honesty exercise? About– about Delilah?” Imogen doesn’t miss the miniscule wince that Laudna does at the name. That’s all the response she gives, though. She pulls another handful of grass. 

“We can’t get anywhere if you won’t talk to me, Laudna,” Imogen continues, looking up towards the jagged, rocky, beautiful ceiling to stop her tears from being able to fall.

“I don’t want you to be disgusted with me,” Laudna finally says, but it’s so quiet that Imogen can hardly make it out. “If I’m not near you, then… then there’s nothing to be disgusted at.”

“Laudna.” She needs to make Laudna understand. Neither of them move, Imogen looking at Laudna and Laudna looking at the ground. “Baby, please look at me.”

She finally does, and there are dark tears running down her face. Imogen grabs at her own sleeve and uses it to carefully wipe Laudna’s face clean.

“No, stop, you’ll get your dress dirty,” Laudna objects, lifting a hand to try to stop her. Imogen ignores her protests, then wicks away the dark stains with prestidigitation. She keeps her hands where they are, cradling Laudna’s face, brushing back the hairs that have fallen forward.

“You could never disgust me, Laudna.” Imogen tries to push past the tears and the hurt, and put as much earnestness in her words as she can. “I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anythin’ in my life. Nothin’s gonna change that, alright? Not even her.”

Laudna nods, but stays quiet.

“I’m sorry I made it sound like it was something that was your fault. I know it’s not.” Imogen lets her hands fall from Laudna’s face. She can’t tell how much she’s getting through to Laudna. 

“I just… I don’t want you to have to feel that way…”

“I love you more than I hate her. Whatever I feel about Delilah, it’s worth it if I get to be with you.” She reaches for Laudna’s hand, grateful when she lets her take it. “And at the end of all of this- this bullshit, we’ll find a way to get rid of her, and it won’t be a problem anymore. It’ll be just you and me.”

“Just you and me,” Laudna nods. “And Paté.”

“And Paté,” Imogen agrees, and she doesn’t conceal her smile. “Just pick a place, and that’s where we’ll go when this is all done. Wherever you want.”

For the first time in Imogen doesn’t know how long, Laudna cracks a smile. “Anywhere I want?”

Oh, Imogen thinks she might regret this. She doesn’t care, though, as long as it keeps Laudna happy. “Anywhere.”

[alinataylorsversion]

Sleepless Nights

Tom Blyth smut

Warnings: Smut,fingering,oral sex(fem receiving),choking,insomnia.

Word count: 3,342

I couldn't have asked for a better life with Tom. We met on the set of The Hunger Games, started dating shortly after that, and we've been living together for two years now. Life was perfect. Up until Tom took a job offer, that included him being on the other side of the country most of the time.

Tom has been away for work for three weeks now. This wasn't the longest you've gone without seeing him due to this job, but that doesn't make it any easier. But today is the day he comes home.

It's about noon right now and I just got out of the shower. I'm supposed to be picking up Tom from the airport at two. To say i'm excited, is an understatement. You have no idea what loneliness feels like until you have to go weeks on end without seeing the person you love. To have to sleep alone every night, in the bed that you're meant to share with the one you love.

As I stare at myself in the mirror while getting ready. I notice the dark circles under my eyes. I spend most of my time ignoring them, considering people tend to think I am inconsiderate when I clarify that the only reason I can't sleep at night is because my boyfriend isn't home. There are bigger problems I could have than missing my boyfriend. So I hide it. I know Tom will notice right away, which is why I apply extra makeup underneath my eyes.

The airport is a fair drive away, so I tidy my things, and get ready to leave, Considering I plan to stop and grab coffee for Tom and I on the way.

Being with a movie star definitely had its perks, considering I just walked out of a million dollar house and I'm about to step into a 2022 range rover. It almost makes me feel guilty having problems with him being away so much.

Driving on the freeways always scares me. Which is why when Tom is here, i'm never the one to drive on long journeys like this. I change lanes and start to exit the freeway, to the street that conveniently has a Starbucks, and leads to the airport. Once I have both my go to refresher, and Tom's favourite, an Iced oat milk latte, I drive the last five minutes to the airport.

As much as it sucks, there is no point in me leaving the car once I get there. Tom flies private, there is no luggage claim, or anything like that to wait for him at. He will simply walk off the plane and head to the parking lot, where I am waiting for him.

His plane was supposed to land ten minutes ago, so he should be coming around the corner within the next fifteen minutes.

When I see him, I kid you not, a huge weight just got lifted off my shoulders. He's walking towards the car, bags in hand, as I get out of the car and run up to him. Before I even get there, he is dropping his bags and opening his arms to wrap around me.

As soon as I enter his warm embrace, I break.

Tears flowing down my cheeks, soak into his sweatshirt. His arms wrapped around me feel like home.

"Don't cry, love," He whispers into my hair before pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I only wrap my arms tighter around him.

We stand like that for a couple minutes before he pulls away and takes my face in his hands. I bring one of my hands to rest on top of his. Just then do I notice there are also tears forming in his eyes as well. He leans down and kisses me like his life depends on it. His lips move perfectly in sync with mine. He kisses me like he has been starved for weeks and just now he is getting the relief he needs.

All I want at this moment is to be home with him. Just the two of us in our own space where I can be myself again and not put on a show for everyone else. I kiss him with just as much hunger as he does to me. His tongue enters my mouth and I almost forget where we are for a second while his tongue caresses mine.

Not only have I been so physically distanced from him, I've felt so emotionally far as well. At this moment, I have never felt closer to him. Like i'm giving him all my emotions through our kiss.

A few moments later, he attempts to pull away, but I don't let him. My hand on the back of his head pushes his lips back to mine. He laughs through our kiss and pulls away again.

"Love you have me all to yourself again, I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." His hands slide down from my face to my hips. "Let's go home, then you can kiss me all you want," He chuckles.

I look down at my feet and smile, The blood rushed to my cheeks. He leans down to grip the handle of his suitcase, and grabs my hand as we walk back towards the car.

He places his suitcase in the back, and goes to the drivers seat without me even having to ask him to drive. I take my seat on the passenger side, and he reaches over to place his hand on my thigh, giving it a small squeeze.

I lean over the smallest bit and wrap my own arms around his that is reached over to grab my thigh. My head rests against his arm as well. He smiles at me and leans down to kiss my forehead. I can see the blood rush to his cheeks. I love the fact that all this time later, I can still make him blush.

"I love you," I whisper into his arm.

" And I love you more," He puts the car into drive and we start the trip home.

I don't let go of him the whole ride home. And his hand doesn't lift from my thigh once. Not even to drink his coffee, he would take his hand off the wheel to do so. Even though that definitely isn't safe.

Once we got home, Tom placed his suitcase in our bedroom and came back out to find me waiting patiently for him beside the kitchen island.

He comes over and wraps his arms around me, while I bury my head into his chest. "You okay?" He reaches down and pushes a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"I missed you so much," I whisper, pulling away from him to rub my eyes.

" Well I'll tell you what, Tonight we can do whatever you want. You want to stay home and cuddle, perfect. You want to go rob a bank, i'll go buy ski masks." He smiles as he tries to make me feel better.

"I just want to cuddle with you," I admit.

"Well let's both go get into some comfier clothes, and we can order takeout for dinner, and watch that Taylor Swift tour movie you love so much." He says, knowing I couldn't say no to that.

"Chinese?"

"I wouldn't expect anything else." He laughs at my sudden enthusiasm. "And then we can have a bath later, and open up a bottle of wine while we're in there"

"Okay" I look up at him, and lean in to kiss him before going to change.

An hour later we're cuddled up on the couch, my head in his lap, while he plays with my hair. It takes everything in me not to fall asleep in that moment. The next minute, the doorbell rings, alerting us that the delivery guy is here. Tom gently lifts my head from his lap to go retrieve the food.

When he comes back, I'm sitting up waiting for him. He places the bag on the coffee table in front of us, opening it to grab the food and hand me mine. I give a quiet "thanks" and begin to eat as the Taylor Swift Reputation tour film plays in the t.v.

We sit in silence as we eat. My legs bent to the side and my knees slightly on top of his thighs, trying to get as close to him as possible.

He chuckles softly, clearly seeing what i'm trying to do. He places his container down on the table, and reaches his arms around to grab me and move me into his lap. He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and places it over our legs, and my middle. He then continues eating, and I lean the side of my body back against his chest, and continue eating as well. We stay cuddled up while we eat, and for a few minutes after we finish.

Eventually I turn my head up to bury my face into the crook of his neck, while wrapping my arms around his torso. His arms immediately tightened around me, holding me close. I gently place a kiss on his neck, and another.

Tom pulls back to take my face in one of his hands, and leans down to press a soft kiss against my lips. I'm not one to immediately want to have sex when him and I are cuddled up, or being intimate in general, but right now all I want is for him to keep kissing me. He keeps the kisses soft and gentle. I made up my mind as I brought my hand to the back of his head and deepened our kiss, my tongue brushing against his lips, as if asking for permission.

In response, his tongue slowly brushes against mine, and mine enters his mouth. I can feel him smiling through the kiss and he pulls away slowly, his hand coming to the side of my neck to gently hold me in place.

"Are you sure, baby? We can just cuddle if you want, we don't have to do anything," He says as he makes immense eye contact with me.

I don't care about my dignity at that moment, even though I never have to with Tom. I take his hand that was resting on my lower thigh, just above my knee, and bring it higher up on my inner thigh in response. The side of my head goes to rest against his shoulder as I look up at him, and his hand that was once on the side of my head now wraps around my shoulders. "I want you to touch me."

He glances down to where I moved his hand, and looks back up at me before leaning down to kiss me again. He goes to wrap his arm around my torso and moves me to straddle his lap, his hands resting on my hips, still kissing me. I move even closer to him as my hips move forward to rest on top of his growing bulge, Which causes him to tighten his grip on my hips, and inhale sharply.

My hands go to his hair, as I run my fingers through it. Both our tongues fight for dominance, but I quickly let him take the lead. My hips grind down into his, causing him to take a sharp breath in, and me to let out a small whine, which is quickly masked by his tongue making its way back into my mouth.

All of a sudden, he is picking me up, standing with my legs wrapped around his waist, and he carries us to our bedroom. I lean down and press kisses against his neck, my tongue softly brushing against the skin there.

Once we get to our bedroom, Tom slowly lays me down on our bed as he continues kissing me. He moves so that he is on top of me, and starts trailing kisses down my neck. I turn my head to give him better access as he goes lower down my body, slowly lifting my shirt and placing kisses all around my navel. He leans back to sit on his knees, one on either side of me, and slowly reaches to pull my shirt up over my head.

Before he has the chance to lean down to kiss me again, I lead up and reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, only breaking eye contact when the shirt does it for us. I toss the shirt to the right of me, off the bed, and move backwards on the bed so my head rests on the pillows.

He stays in between my legs, his hands both on my outer thighs as they're spread for him to fit in between. He reaches down to undo the string tied up on the waistband of my sweatpants. He goes to pull down my sweats and I lift my hips to help him.

Once my pants are off, he leans down and continues pressing kisses around my navel, slowly bringing those kisses lower and lower. He presses a kiss directly below the white bow sitting on the waistband on my underwear, right above my clit.

I can now feel the wetness between my legs and I know he can tell just how wet I am, even above my underwear.

All of a sudden, his tongue softly brushes against my clit above me underwear, causing me to grind my hips up against his face. "Please Tom, stop teasing me," I beg him as he looks up at me and places a kiss right on top of my clit while making direct eye contact with me. I slightly throw my head back as my jaw drops and my eyes roll back. I hear him chuckle before he moves back to grab the top of my panties and pull them down my legs.

Once they're off, he leans down to kiss me, and brings his hand down towards my core. His fingers lightly brush against my wetness.

"You're so wet for me," He says in between kisses. His fingers continue to explore my wetness before he slowly pushes one of his fingers inside me, curling it to hit my g-spot perfectly.

My lips part from his as my jaw drops and I let out a louder moan than I expected to. My hand reaches up to cover my mouth, but Tom is quick to reach up and remove my hand from my own mouth and place it around his neck. "Don't hide those sounds from me. Let me hear you, love." He adds another finger to the mix and continues curling them against my g-spot.

That makes me lose it, and I let out a loud moan as I grind up against his hand. His thumb goes to rub on my clit, and I throw my head back in pleasure. I get close to my orgasm embarrassingly fast. Tom continuing fingering me while rubbing my clit almost throws me over the edge, but I need more.

"Choke me," My voice comes out high pitched and desperate. "Please. Please choke me," I beg as he leans down and kisses me, hard. His hand comes up to wrap around my throat and he squeezes the column of my throat tightly, like he knows I like. And it pushes me over the edge as I throw my head back, and my eyes roll back, just as the pleasure takes over, and i'm no longer able to control the sounds coming out of my mouth.

My legs shake as his fingers continue their rough assault against my g-spot, riding me through the blinding pleasure he is giving me. My head fuzzy, and my lungs desperately trying to get air as he keeps his tight grip around my throat.

"There you go. You're such a good girl for me, cumming so hard around my fingers," His hand slightly loosens to let me catch my breath, his fingers slowing their movement inside me as I come down from my high.

I don't know how long I lay there before I open my eyes. But when I do, I'm dressed in one of Tom's shirts, and a clean pair of my underwear, while laying underneath the blankets. I look over to the clock on the nightstand and see that it's just past eight.

I immediately go to sit up, ignoring the slight ache in my abdomen. I head towards the kitchen to see Tom washing the dishes that were left there from breakfast and lunch today.

As soon as I enter the room, Tom drops what he's doing and makes his way over to me. "Hey, love. How are you feeling?" He looks concerned.

"Did I fall asleep?"

He reaches to push a piece of my hair behind my ear, gently cupping my cheek afterwards. "Yea you passed right out. Had me worried there for a while."

I groan as I reach up and bury my face in my hands. "I'm so sorry, that was so rude I-," He cuts me off by wrapping his arms around my torso and pulling me closer to him, still making eye contact with me.

"Shhhh. Don't do that. You were exhausted, I could tell."

"That still doesn't give me the right to leave you hanging after you did that for me, especially when you just got home," I explain, my voice distressed.

He reaches up and places both hands on each side of my face, holding it softly. "You were exhausted. It's perfectly fine, you didn't have to do anything for me in return, you know I don't expect that of you every time, my love," His eyes completely softened.

"I know that, I just feel bad," I bury my head into his chest. He wraps his arms around me and scoops me up bridal style.

"Come here, baby," He brings us over to the couch and sits down. "Listen to me. I don't want you feeling bad at all, okay. You are absolutely perfect, and you falling asleep doesn't change that at all. You think I don't see the dark circles under your eyes, Baby you haven't been sleeping. If anything, I'm glad I could finally help you get some rest."

I sniffle and cuddle my head deeper into his chest. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." I all of a sudden start to feel ashamed.

"No baby, don't apologize, you can't control it. Tonight i'll be there with you, and i'm not going anywhere. I'll be right there to sing you to sleep like you love so much."

I look up at him through glossy eyes. "I love you so much" I whisper.

"And I love you more." He leans down to press a kiss to my forehead. "How does that bath sound now?" He asks softly.

"Amazing" I let out, sounding more like a groan than a word. But he understands me nevertheless.

He smiles and lets go of my legs to allow me to stand. "You go get ready and I'll go open a bottle of wine, okay?"

I nod with a smile and make my way to the bathroom to draw the bath. I add Tom and I's favourite vanilla essential oil to the water, along with some bubble bath. Tom comes back with two glasses of red wine and we both make our way into the bath.

We spend an hour talking about sweet nothings, washing each other's hair, and drinking the rest of the bottle of wine before making our way back into the bedroom for bed.

I put on another one of Tom's shirts and opted for a pair of his boxers instead of my underwear. We crawl under the covers and I cuddle up as close as humanly possible to him, practically on top of him, my face buried in his neck.

That was the best sleep I'd had in weeks.