#the smut has arrived :)

[strawberrywinter4]

Chapter 19 for Only You is up!

“Good,” said Sherlock. His hands roamed up to John’s jaw, cupping his face. “Also, I must say I have this overwhelming urge to kiss you at the moment.”

John’s pupils dilated considerably so. “Yeah?”

“Yes. May I?” Sherlock was already leaning in, his breath on John’s lips. 

John nodded. “You may.” 

[lillywhitefield]

Chapters: 5/6 Fandom: Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn, Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington Characters: Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Daphne Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Sophie Beckett, Cressida Cowper, Marina Thompson, Anthony Bridgerton, Lord Fife (Bridgerton), Phillip Crane Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Inspired by Music, doja cat???, Modern AU, Gossip, No beta we die like Edmund, Forehead Kisses, Cressida needs to calm the fuck down, Penelope finds her confidence, Grey Sweatpants, Inappropriate Erections, Non-Consensual Touching, Nothing serious though, Smut, Praise Kink, Size Difference, Size Kink, Creampie, Biting, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Love Confessions, Little bit of Fluff, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus Summary:

With all the courage she can muster, Penelope confesses her love to Colin.

[blindmagdalena]

Complete Me

Summary: 18+ 2.5k homelander x reader, sub homelander, bottom homelander, mommy kink, pegging, large toy, lite belly bulge, restraints, praise kink, comeplay, schmoopy aftercare.

It's not always easy keeping the most powerful man in the world satisfied, but as far as he's concerned, you were made for the job. art by @krazyyy & used with permission!

There is a void in Homelander that he is unsure he will ever be able to fill.

But fuck if you don’t try your damnedest.

If he’s being honest, he never thought that sex with a human could compare to sex with another supe, but you’ve found tricks that curl his toes better than the clench of any Compound V charged hole could. You put his wrists in cuffs that he could snap with a thought, and whisper Don’t break those, baby. Or mommy won’t fuck you tonight.

He huffs and twists against them, but never breaks them. He listens to you. He’s obedient. He’s your good, good boy, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. The electric thrill of being bound by nothing but your will empowering these flimsy cuffs has him panting. He wants more from you, as he always does, and like the wicked, wonderful enabler you are, you give it to him.

When he first sees the toy you intend to use tonight, long, thick and barely contained by the harness you wear, he thinks you’re joking. “Christ, are you going to fuck me, or bludgeon me to death?” He asks, adjusting against his headboard. It doesn’t stop his cock from throbbing, steadily drooling precome onto his belly while his stomach churns in anticipation. “Don’t be a brat,” you reply, eyes glinting. He watches you spread a generous amount of lube along the girthy chunk of phallus-shaped silicone, his own neglected cock aching at the sight of it. “You said you wanted something big.” “Didn’t expect you to take it so literally,” he says wryly, mouth feeling dry as the bed dips with your weight. “Expected something, y’know, grand. Impressive. Bombastic.”

“My, my. Look at you and all your synonyms,” you purr, smiling. He jerks slightly when you put your hands on his ankles, drawing them slowly up his legs, spreading them out. He’s malleable under your hands, always is, legs falling open in a wanton splay.

“I’m a walking thesaurus,” he gives back sardonically, but his breath hitches with the way you squeeze his inner thighs before adjusting his legs on either side of you.

“I don’t think you’ll be walking anywhere after this,” you say, voice and expression both downright devilish.

He laughs breathlessly. He knows you won’t be able to hurt him, but the notion still sends a thrill trilling up and down his spine like a xylophone. He sucks a breath in through his teeth at the first warm, wet press of your fingers to his rim, circling it in slow, firm glides. Homelander nods. “Yeah, yeah, yes. M’ready.”

“Yes, what?” You push. He smiles. He loves that you push him like this, push him to say the things he wants to, but holds back from out of shame or embarrassment or both. He loves that you don’t let him hide from or deny himself the things that he wants. He loves you.

“Yes, mommy,” he exhales, despite his tongue feeling leaden in his mouth.

The smile you return is worth it. “Good. Take a deep breath, and lie down.”

He complies, sliding down the headboard until his arms are stretched above his head. You adjust yourself between his legs, gripping his ass in your palms to spread it wide, and as he breathes out, the obscenely large head of the toy presses against his slick rim.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he grouses, eyes widening.

“Breathe,” you encourage him, patiently massaging his rump. “Humans can stretch seven inches before anything tears. You’ll be fine. Trust me.” He scoffs, but he does trust you. He knows you won’t break him, wouldn’t if you could. He relaxes his head against the headboard and closes his eyes. It’s not that it hurts, but the pressure that builds as you spread his rim open around the fat head of the toy is intense and alien, more so than anything he’s used to. He twists the chains of the handcuffs, which groan precariously. You reach out to touch his wrist, hushing him. “Breathe, darling,” you remind him again, gentle and soothing. He screws his eyes shut, focusing on the feel of your fingers on his wrist, your other hand under his thigh, and breathes in deeply. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he keens, endlessly shifting and adjusting himself, though never pulling away from the girth of the toy slowly splitting him open.He shakes his head, faith wavering. “What the fuck, that’s not–it’s not going to fit,” he pants, trying to spread his legs further, but no matter how he angles himself, there’s no escaping the slow, aching pressure of the oversized silicone cock sliding into him.

“Shhhh,” you hush, holding the base of the cock in one hand while you use the other to stroke his thigh. “It’ll fit. You’re just poorly prepared,” you say. He can hear the smile in your voice. His cock gives a dripping throb at the pleasure in your voice, knowing that he’s impressing you, even as he complains.

“And whose fault is that?” He asks breathlessly, arching his back.

“Yours,” you answer, giving his ass a sharp little smack. He had asked for this, after all. He didn’t want you to wet or stretch him out too thoroughly. He wanted to feel it.

And feel it he does.

“Halfway there,” you murmur, close enough to kiss him now. He leans into it eagerly, savoring the gentle, plush press of your lips, gripping the chains of his cuffs, wishing he could touch you, even as he relishes this hold you have over him. He keens against your lips, opens up easily for the wet slide of your tongue only to suck at it, greedy for more, more, more. Your hips are almost flush with his. You’re so close, and he’s so full. The sheer size of it inside him doesn’t leave space for anything else, no thoughts or feelings about anything other than what’s happening, other than your touch and your warmth.  He’s panting now, giving sharp little bucks of his hips, though you remain stubbornly still. “It’s too big,” he moans, overwhelmed by this inescapable, full feeling. You soothe him with gentle sweeps of your hands up his thighs, his hips, his sides.

“You’re doing perfectly,” you tell him. He can hear your excitement, smell it in the air. He cracks his eyes open to gaze up at you, and flourishes under the open adoration he finds in your stare. The praise warms him. He adjusts himself again, but there’s no way to make this feel anything less than. He cannot minimize it, cannot escape it. His cock throbs, the leaking head bouncing against his stomach of its own accord. You give one last push, and he moans with your body finally slotting snugly against his, buried as deep as you’ll go. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Homelander nods fervently, swallowing back the lump in his throat. “Good, good, s’good, mmm…”

He leans into it when you touch his cheek, nuzzles your palm before pressing a wet kiss into it. You have a way of touching him that renders him senseless, used, but treasured. He knows that even when you’re done with him, when you have finished playing and this intensity is gone, he will not be left empty or alone. 

You’ll be there. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby,” you whisper. His breath hitches with excitement, the chains above his head clanking lightly against one another. He nods, bites down slowly on his tongue to hold back the little noise that threatens to slip from him when you pull almost halfway out, only to drive firmly back in. You don’t have to move very fast, the sheer size of the toy does most of the work for you, unraveling him with every movement. “Oh f-fuck, ffffuck, nnngh,” he groans, pulling on his bindings. The steel loop they’re hooked to groans precariously. His eyes snap open when you wrap your hands around his throat, slowly leaning your weight down on him. “Look at me,” you tell him, your own eyes clouded with arousal, pupils blown wide. His eyes flicker constantly to the wet part of your lips, aching to kiss them. You squeeze. You may not be strong enough to crush his windpipe, but it’s more than enough to restrict his airflow, to make him keenly aware of every breath he takes. You brace yourself that way, make him feel it as you settle into a steady rhythm, rocking in and out of him, the size of the toy making every push and pull twice as intense.

“There, that’s it. You’re taking me so well. Knew you would, baby. Always so good for me. You’re gonna make a mess for me, aren’t you? Come so hard, I bet you’ll mess up that pretty face,” you coo, the words going straight to his cock. The toy is too big, too unwieldy for you to fuck him fast, but the intensity of being carved in and out of by something so large is just as good.

“Y-yes,” he chokes out. “Yeah, yes, fuck, I’m fffucking–” He can’t think long enough to string a coherent sentence together. He chokes on his own breath when you move a hand from his throat to his belly, pushing down on it as you slide all the way back into him. “Look,” you tell him. He obeys, tipping his head down to see where your hand is, bleary-eyed and feeling as though he’s slipping outside of his own body. Where your hand is, he can see his own skin slightly distended around the sheer girth of the toy. Seeing this extension of you inside him, is dizzying, but the way you press your hand down on it nearly makes him come right then and there, a shiver running through his whole body.

He almost throws his head back, but you stop him, catching him by his hair. “No, no. Keep watching. Keep watching,” you tell him, your own voice thin, growing desperate. Your grip in his hair tightens and he moans for you. “Just like that. Good boy. Good boy.”

Keeping one hand in his hair, you move the other from his belly to his cock, taking it in a firm hold that sets his teeth on edge, biting back a high keening noise. His eyes snap wide open when you start to mercilessly pump it, no preamble or extra lube, just sudden and intense friction and pressure. He chokes on his own fumbling words, no longer holding himself back, openly gasping and making startled, desperate little noises. You look fucking thrilled. You give his hair another sharp tug, keeping it down, keeping his gaze on your hand stripping over his dick, and the barely visible swell of your cock grinding back and forth deep, deep inside him. “That’s it, baby,” you say breathlessly, sweat prickling on your skin, voice thin with exertion. “Show me how you come. Show me how you come on mommy’s cock.” Beyond the capacity for words, all he can do is let go a ragged sound halfway between a sob and a moan, screwing his eyes shut tight as the catastrophic crash of his orgasm overtakes him, his body locking up tight while his cock unloads a ribboning torrent of come so intense, it paints across his whole face, wetting his lips, his cheek, hanging heavily on his eyelashes, spraying all the way up to his hair. You thoroughly milk him of the experience, squeezing out every last drop with gradually slowing strokes, emptying him of the very last drop that spills out onto his stomach. Homelander feels fully outside of himself, transcendent from his physical form, free floating on an upward current of pure sensation. Not even the weight of the toy inside him can keep him tethered to reality, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he sinks down onto the bed, his arms dangling loosely from his bindings. Gradually, however, reality does slip back in. It’s a slow trickle of grounded touches: your fingers tapping on his thighs, his sides, his chest. You drag your nails carefully along his skin, eliciting goosebumps. You lure him back to his body not with demands, but with soothing, purposeful touches. With love.

The toy slides out slowly, and he lets go a tired breath with it. The warmth of you is gone, but only briefly. You’re quick to slide right back between his legs, minus the toy. One at a time, you free his hands, holding each one and lowering it to the bed. Every single moment of putting him back together is full of the same practice and care that you took him apart with.

You trail kisses up his body, the occasional hot slip of your tongue like a static shock. You lap at every drop of the mess he’s made of himself. Your lips feel like worship, your hands like reverence. He doesn’t feel used like something dirty or disposable, he feels like something that has been used and cherished.

His eyes flutter open as you cup his face. His lips spread in a lazy smile while you kiss him, cleaning away the salty mess of his come from his lips, his cheek. He rumbles contentedly when you bring your lips back to his and he can taste himself on them, his own movements languid and weak. He doesn’t bother trying to lift his hands. He’s too busy enjoying the way you tend to him, taking it upon yourself to set his limbs into comfortable positions before you lay down atop him, fingers in his hair, lips on his throat where you had previously been squeezing.

“How do you feel?” You ask eventually. “I’m fucking great,” is what he thinks he says, but to you, it comes out more like, “M’f’k’n’gr’t…”

You laugh softly, your love and affection so palpable in the sound, he wants to bury himself in it. “You were wonderful,” you say, your words settling over him more warmly than any blanket, warmer than the sun itself. He could bask beneath them forever. “So, so very good for me. You always are,” you say, punctuating your words with delicate butterfly kisses. “I love making you feel good. I love you.”

The first time you cared for him this way, he had fallen to pieces in your hands. Even now, there is the threat of it in how his eyes burn, prickling with tears, but he does not fall apart this time. Instead, he relaxes into your every touch, and lets himself feel freedom in this sense of deconstruction, knowing without a doubt that you will not leave him to pick up the shards alone.

“Love y’too,” he gives back slightly more coherently. “Why’d’ey m’ke ‘em th’big?”

“They make them bigger,” you answer, effortlessly understanding his slurred question.

The look he gives you makes you laugh again, a sharper bark of amusement. “Relax,” you tell him, stroking his hair. “I think we’re good. For now.”

“Fiend,” he accuses you affectionately, putting in the herculean effort to lift a hand to your cheek, stroking it with his thumb before he kisses you, melting into the warm, sweet aftermath of the session. He likes that you always tease him with more. It’s a clever way of assuring him that there will always be more to look forward to.

[becca-alexa]

Baby, It's Cold

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re snowed in with no heat, so you suggest sharing body heat to keep from freezing - but how far will things go between you and Steve?

Word Count: 6.3K

Content Warnings: p in v sex, general smut, cursing, consensual touching

Author’s Note: feedback appreciated!! i don't have much experience writing stuff like this, and i figured practice makes perfect 💗

    It was a miracle Robin had managed to snag the cabin - who in their right mind would ever rent out an entire villa in the woods to a bunch of twenty-somethings? It was unheard of, or so she claimed, because none of them could get her to shut up about how well she'd haggled for the place, how she'd bartered with the owner over coffee and used her mile-a-minute voice to confuse them into signing off on them staying the weekend.

    The place was far, far outside of Hawkins, an urgently-welcome retreat for all of you after what had proved to be the most difficult year of your lives. Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, Argyle, Eddie, you and Steve - you'd all made plans to meet up and drive over together; Eddie had given his van a well-needed tune up specifically for this trip, so that it could handle everyone and everything in one go. But, as was quickly - annoyingly - becoming the norm with your group, your plans fell through… sort of.

    "What do you mean, you're stuck in Indy?" Steve tried to keep his voice down as he balanced the payphone receiver against his ear, hands shoved into the pockets of his jean jacket as he braced himself against the cold. "Robbie, we've been planning this trip for weeks-"

    "I know, I know!" Robin hurriedly replied; you tried not to giggle too loudly as Steve rolled his eyes. "But Nancy had this thing she needed to pick up, and Eddie had offered to drive us, then Jonathan and Argyle wanted to tag along-"

    "What, so you didn't think to tell me about your little day trip?" Steve dragged a hand through his styled hair, shifted from one leg to the other, slapping a hand against his thigh in exasperation. Can you believe her?, he mouthed to you, biting back a grin when you shook your head.

    "Just go with [Y/N]!" Robin insisted - and in retrospect, you'd realize she'd insisted a bit too intently, but you weren't thinking of that now.

    What you were thinking of was how in Heaven's name were going to survive the entire three-hour drive up to the cabin, alone with Steve Harrington.

    Your best friend, your bat-wielding protector, the sole object of your desires - Hell, he was the only crush you'd ever had, and even after so many years, your affections for the man still ran as deep as ever.

    "Robin says they'll meet us at the cabin tomorrow." Steve asked, holding the phone away from his face as he turned toward you, head falling to the side, hair bouncing over his face. "That okay with you?"

    "T-That's fine." You reply with a nod, staring at the lock that had fallen over his forehead, and you prayed he hadn't picked up on how your voice had cracked.

    "You owe us, Robbie." Steve replied gruffly, but you knew there was no bite to his words. "Seriously this time."

    "Sure, sure! Whatever!" Robin hurriedly replied; from where you were standing, you could barely make out what sounded like Argyle… shouting at someone? "Drive safe!"

    "Rob-" The line went dead, loudly buzzing in his ear; Steve groaned as he all but slammed the receiver against the payphone, his brows furrowing as he began to lose himself in his thoughts. You took a step toward him, bridging the gap that'd been left between you; your fingers were soft as they brushed over his skin, trailing over the soft hair covering his forearm, pulling him out of his own head.

    "Steve, it'll be fine." Your voice was quiet, and you hoped it'd calm him down - the last thing you needed was Steve driving up a rugged, unfamiliar mountain upset. "We'll try calling again when we get there, okay?"

    He nodded, blinking at the warm smile you gave him - your smiles were always warm, always gentle, but every time he'd be graced with it, he'd remind himself not to get too excited.

    You smiled at everyone like that, he'd convinced himself, desperate to believe it were true, that the look of pure sunshine on your face wasn't just for him - because how could it be?

    It was, but that's another story.

    You walked to his car, your pace picking up to a jog as the bitter cold sunk through your clothes. Steve beat you to it, holding the door open for you.

    "Ever the gentleman, huh?" You teased, climbing into the seat and pulling the heavy thing shut behind you.

    Had you hesitated just for a moment longer, you'd have caught how Steve burned at your words, how he'd licked his dry lips nervously as his mind froze up, hands trembling as they fisted at his sides.

    You weren't the only one with a lingering crush.

    Taking a steeling breath, he walked over to the driver's side, hands cupped over his mouth as he shut the door, working desperately to stave off the chill biting at his fingertips.

    "Ready?" The car roared to life beneath his hands, the sound a welcome comfort ahead of your long journey; you cranked the heating up to the highest setting. Again, you smiled at him, fuzzy and soft; he smiled in return, and he pulled the car out of the gas station parking lot and onto the main road.

    You'd been driving for hours.

    "You find it yet?" asked Steve, glancing at you for what felt like the millionth time as you scanned the map creased and wrinkled atop your lap, your brows furrowed in concentration as you traced your finger over one of many wiggling lines.

    "There should be a road up ahead on the left…" You mumbled in reply, flipping the map upside down, this way and that. Should you have brought a compass? "Maybe the right…? No, wait, definitely the left."

    "You sure?" Steve asked hesitantly - he'd driven through more open country roads and empty spatterings of woods than he could remember; in the dark, he couldn't even tell he was driving uphill.

    "You don't trust my cartography skills, Harrington?" Your lifted your brow, your tongue sticking out of the corner of your pressed lips. "Take the next left, then it should be at the end of the road."

    "I trust you, but this baby's only got so much gas." You laughed at him, clear and pleasant, his smile widening at the sound of it. "Here?"

    "Yeah, turn here."

    The car jumped as it crossed off the main road and onto the dirt, leading up the side of whatever mountain you were on; Steve's hand flew out to hold you down before he could think to stop himself, and you clung to him as the jolting continued on, both of you only relaxing when the cabin finally came into view.

    And, boy, was it a view.

    "Robin got us this?" You exclaimed, gaping at the expansive cabin before you, eyes sparkling as Steve turned the interior light on. "This is amazing!"

    "It's a cabin." Steve shrugged, and your head snapped to look at him - he sounded… unimpressed? "What? I think it's nice." You rolled your eyes at him and climbed out of the car; he followed closely behind, insisting he carry your bag, ignoring your protests against it altogether.

    As though the outside of the cabin wasn't impressive enough, the inside was lavish enough that even Steve was taken by surprise. Two floors, six bedrooms, wall-to-wall log paneling, a massive fireplace across the main living room stocked to overflow with cut firewood.

    "'S it still just nice?"

    "It's really nice."

    The both of you explored the space, running from room to room, gawking at the luxurious kitchen and the equally-massive wraparound deck leading out from it. And, having taken in your fill, the two of you begin making dinner - rather, Steve was making dinner and you were relegated to chopping and slicing duty, the conversation between you lighthearted and teasing.

    Midway through your simple stir-fry dinner, seated in the kitchen, you were the first to notice the change in the weather.

    "Steve," You nudged him, and he gave you a questioning look, stopping mid-chew to look at whatever you were pointing at. "It's snowing!"

    "Huh." His brows furrow, his gaze dropping to nothing. "The weather report didn't mention snow."

    "It shouldn't be too bad, right?" You tried to reassure him - and yourself, too - as you followed his train of thought. "They'll make it by tomorrow, for sure."

    "Yeah, for sure…" Steve didn't sound too convinced, but you didn't push the conversation further. Seeing as how he'd made dinner, you volunteered to do the dishes. And, ever the good friend, he'd kept you company, even drying off and putting away whatever you'd finished washing.

    "Steve, I said I was doing the dishes…" You huffed, pulling the damp towel slung over his shoulder and giving his chest a light-hearted swat.

    "What, I'm not allowed to help?" He danced around you, snatching back the towel, and you swiveled around to reach him; he lifted the towel far above your head, well out of your reach, laughing as you tried to jump for it.

    "Steve Harrington, give that back!"

    "Just let me-"

    Stricken mid-sentence, the lights flickered.

    You froze - you both did, Steve's arm an instant vice as he held you against his chest. Neither of you spoke, neither breathed as you listened for the tell-tale sounds of danger, of an unholy nightmare resurrected. You buried your face into the solid safety of his chest, clinging to his shirt as his eyes scanned the room. Several painful, heavy minutes passed before you slowly began to feel him relax, his hold on you loosening ever so slightly.

    "Let me go check the power…" he mumbled, his reluctance palpable as he left you alone, all but running down the hallway to where he'd remembered seeing a breaker box. Throwing it open, he flicked through every switch, yet the cabin remained shrouded in darkness.

    Shutting the panel door, and rounding the corner back into the kitchen, he narrowly missed being hit across the eye by the empty vase you'd commandeered as a weapon.

    "Whoa! Watch the face!" He jumped back, falling out of your swinging range. "The power's out. Snow must've knocked down a line or something." He explained, voice assured, and you sagged in relief at his words, hands visibly shaking as you set the vase back atop the counter. Without missing a beat, Steve stepped toward you, taking your hands in his own, enveloping them, his touch silently pleading you to look at him.

    "Hey," His voice was buttery-soft, gentle in a way he only ever used with you. "There's nothing here. It's just us."

    You shake your head, swallowing dryly, your head falling to your chest as you steadied the erratic beating of your heart. "Y-Yeah, you're right."

    Steve nodded, calling forth every fiber of his being to let you go, to lose the warmth he'd found in your touch. Together, you'd made the most of things - you remembered seeing a box of candles in one of the closets, a pack of matches tucked away between them all, and in no time at all, the living room was bathed in the flickering, golden glow of over a dozen flames. You sat atop the supple leather couch, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you watched Steve light the logs in the fireplace.

    You were cold, your hands tucked against you, the tips of your toes already feeling numb - and from the way Steve rubbed at his arms, he'd felt it, too.

    "Should we… uh…" You tried to ask, your own embarrassment shriveling your words before you could get them out, hands shaking as you tugged anxiously at your fingers. "I-I mean, it's cold, and the fireplace-"

    You gave him an exasperated look, but Steve - bless his athletic soul - wasn't following.

    You groaned, dragging your hands through your hair as you blurted out, "We should sleep here."

    "On the floor?"

    "Yes, Steven, on the floor." You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his shock. "We can take a couple blankets and make a bed. It'll be warmer here than in the bedrooms."

    Steve turned away from you, staring into the cackling fire. To you, he was considering what you'd said, his expression pensive, almost blank - to him, he was failing to quell his boiling panic at the thought of having to sleep with you… beside you? Whatever - either way, you would be much too close to him and he was not prepared. There were only so many rooms - and therefore only so many blankets - in the cabin, so he knew you wouldn't be able to make two separate beds.

    He had to sleep with you.

    "I-I mean, you're right…"

    You gave him a confused look. "...But?"

    Steve took a deep breath, turning back toward you, and he swore you could see the way his heart pounded in his throat. "No, nothing." He stood up, brushed off his jeans, tried for his best smile - which came through as more of a lopsided grin, but that's beside the point. "Let's get those blankets, huh?"

    Between the two of you, you were proud of the bed you'd made, cozy under the pile of blankets and pillows; splitting for a minute, you both readied for bed, changing into your pajamas, brushing your teeth in the kitchen - Steve sensed your lingering unease at being in there, so he stood closer to you than he normally would, his hand finding the small of your back as the two of you walked back to the living room.

    "Which side do you want?" You asked him, suddenly feeling shy at seeing him in nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants and an old Hawkins Phys-Ed shirt - and, unbeknownst to you, your clothes were having the same effect on him, your oversized shirt reaching your knees like an old nightgown.

    "Doesn't matter." He pulled at the drawstring of his pants, suddenly intent on looking everywhere but at you. "I'll sleep like a rock, anyway."

    You snorted a laugh and crawled into your side of the bed. "Yeah, and you'll keep me up all night with your snoring."

    "I do not snore!" Steve exclaimed, and you laughed even harder at him, obviously having touched a sore spot. "I don't!"

    "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Steve." He gave you a withering look, and you collapsed in a fit of giggles - nervous giggles, but he didn't need to know that. He shook his head at you as he crawled in under the blankets, close to you yet still keeping a respectable distance.

    "Candles stay on?" He knew what your answer would be, but he asked anyway, his chest tight as you nodded.

    "Unless it bothers you-"

    "Doesn't bother me, sweetheart." He froze, his breath catching - he'd overstepped. Called you the wrong thing, gotten too comfortable. He waited for you to shake your head, to roll your eyes at him and turn around.

    But, nothing came.

    Steve watched, hands itching from the ferocity of his fraying nerves as you nodded, quieter than usual, curling up on your side as you continued to face him. He laid on his side, toward you, hands bunching the blanket up to his face as he tried to relax - not that he'd be getting much sleep around you, but he could pretend, for your sake.

    Minutes pass, the soft sputtering of the candles a soft harmony to the loud, almost rhythmic cackling of the fireplace. Even in the muted light, you notice Steve trembling beneath the blankets.

    He was cold.

    "Steve?" you whispered, moving closer to him, the sudden drop in temperature making your stomach flip. "Steve, are you okay?"

    "Hm…?" His eyes are slow to open, his voice much more tired than it had been mere moments ago; he'd curled up tighter - you just barely felt how his knees were tucked up to his chest. "What?"

    "You're shivering." You continued to inch closer, your body all but touching his, and for the life of him, he couldn't remember how to move. "Why didn't you say anything?"

    "I was fine before…" he grumbled, shaking his head, his jaw clenched to keep you from hearing his chattering teeth. "'M fine, just go back to sleep."

    You gave him a hard-pressed look, gaze narrowed at the top of his lowered head; before you could convince yourself to do otherwise, you began to fumble about beneath the blankets. Steve cracked an eye open to watch, only to catch you flinging your shirt somewhere off to the side.

    He swallowed audibly, his mind racing - and crashing - as he felt your arms envelope him, your chest pressed to his with only the thin barrier of his shirt between you.

    "[Y/N], w-what are you-"

    "Body heat." Your answer came quickly, much to his surprise, your hands leaving smoldering trails as you rubbed them over his back. "You need to stay warm, Steve."

    He nodded, two thoughts about you dominating his mind:

You were much more selfless than you gave yourself credit for.

You weren't wearing much of anything under that shirt.

    He tried to think of something to do, something to say, but the unfiltered heat radiating off of your skin was too enticing, too overwhelming. He tried getting closer to you, chasing your warmth, but something felt off; something was holding him back.

    In a flash, he'd tossed his shirt aside, the aged fabric landing somewhere near yours.

    "Steve-"

    "Body heat, right?" God, he hoped he didn't sound too breathless. "We can keep each other warm."

    You weren't about to fight that logic, were you?

    He shuffled closer to you, arms settling loosely around your waist, the frigid feeling of his hands trailing over your bare skin sending a shiver through you. Between you, you'd moved your hands up - almost as a buffer, ridiculous as that seemed. But, now you were in a new predicament - your fingers wove through the matte of hair on his chest; you could feel each curl, each wisp as he breathed, your touch both featherlight and branding. His head fell to your shoulder, and his arms tightened over so slightly around you.

    "How are you so hot…?" Steve asked; his head shot up, and you were given an excellent view of the blush spreading up his neck as he quickly amended, "Warm, I mean. Shit, I- You're really warm. N-Not that you're not hot-"

    You giggled, the movement brushing your chest against his, pulling out a gasp from somewhere deep within him that he'd just barely managed to catch. "You're not half-bad yourself, Harrington." Feeling you relax, he tried to do the same, leaning further into you, the scent of your citrus shampoo lulling him into a pleasant sort of halfway-sleep.

    "Uh… H-Hey, Steve…?" He could hear your voice, distant and somewhat muffled, and he grinned against the comfort of your shoulder. "Steve, are you awake?"

    "Yeah…?" He peeled open his eyes, pulled away enough to look at you, confused for only a moment as he tried to follow the way your gaze flicked to the space between you - and when he did, he stopped breathing, his stomach dropping to his half-thawed toes as he sprang away from you, his scalding face clear in the candlelight, hands pressed tightly between his legs.

    "Shit! I- Goddamnit, [Y/N], I didn't… I swear, I wasn't-"

    You watched on, stunned silent as Steve worked himself into a whole-hearted frenzy, shaking as he desperately tried to explain away why he'd gotten hard sleeping with you.

    "Was that… is it my fault?" You couldn't help yourself - here you were, sharing a bed with the man of your dreams, who'd gotten painfully aroused with you in his arms. Your words were barely above a whisper as you continued, "Are you like that because of me?"

    Part of you wished you'd disappear, another thinking of what you had within arm's reach that could be used to tear your own tongue out because who in their right mind asks something like that? You stared at him, lip worried between your teeth, eyes catching the light like a million stars in the night; Steve realized he was at an impasse - you both were.

    It was now or never.

    "Yeah, I… I am."

    Nothing could have prepared you for his answer; you felt as though the floor had collapsed beneath you, turned to quicksand and swallowed you into its grainy depths.

    "Steve-"

    "I like you, [Y/N]."

    You couldn't help the gasp that tumbled past your lips, nor could you quell the sudden flood of tears swelling in your eyes. His words flew around in your head, dominated your thoughts, demanded every ounce of your attention.

    I like you.

    I like you.

    I like you.

    "[Y/N], don't… don't cry- Shit, I didn't…" He'd moved back to you the instant he'd caught the first tear, his arms wrapping back around you - he'd kept his hips turned away from you, the angle awkward, but you didn't notice. "C'mon, baby, I'm sorry-"

    You shook your head, your breathing hiccupped, stuttered as you wiped at your dripping face. To his surprise, you'd laughed, the sound as wet and sodden as it was bubbling.

    "Steve, I'm not… I'm not upset." You tried to tell him, reassure him, meeting his concerned gaze through glossy lashes.

    "But, you're crying-"

    You took his hand in both of yours, held it between your bodies like a tether between souls; he could feel your pulse through your palm, quick and solid and strong.

    "[Y/N]-"

    "I like you, too, Steve."

    He barely believed what he'd heard - you liked him? You'd reciprocated his feelings? The crush he'd been achingly, lovingly nursing since high school was… mutual?

    "Y-You… You do?" He hated how insecure he sounds, how hesitant and uncertain he was; you gave him another blinding smile, dropping your hands as you pressed your bare chest to his.

    "I do." You thank the Heavens above that your voice hadn't wavered - he heard you clear as day, the fluttering he'd feel whenever he was near you now a full-on avalanche of jittery emotion. "I… uh… I have for a while now."

    "Really?"

    You nodded, hiding your face into a lump of bunched-up blanket.

    "How long have you…?"

    "You first." You insisted, your stomach in knots at his shy smile.

    "Since freshman year, at least." Steve replied smoothly, his confidence returning in drips and splashes - it was better than nothing, he'd conceded. "Never thought you'd give me a chance, though."

    "God, I've liked you since, like, fourth grade…" You'd groaned into the blanket, goosebumps running over your body as you caught his soft exhale.

    "Seriously?" He couldn't believe it - you'd been hiding your feelings for him for almost a decade?

    How had he not noticed?

    You'd pulled your head up from the blanket pile just enough to look at him, and you both collapsed into a fit of nervous, giddy laughter, the little space left between your bodies shrinking away. Steve was the first to settle down, staring into the depths of your eyes with the look of a man drowning in his love; he brushed a lock of hair behind your ear as your legs tangled together, his rough and pleasantly scratchy against yours, and he waited for you to quiet down before asking, 

    "Is this alright?"

    His hands were at your hips, his thumbs running over the thin elastic band of your underwear. So elated were you, you'd almost forgotten about his… situation.

    Almost.

    Calming yourself, you shifted, slowly pressed your body to his - your hips firm against him - as you nodded, cheeks pink as his rock-hard length throbbed against your stomach.

    "[Y/N]?"

    "Steve, I…" You couldn't bring yourself to ask for what you'd wanted - but, God, did you want to. Lord knows you did. Your head fell to his chest with a quiet groan of frustration, but he understood all the same.

    "[Y/N], look at me."

    You lost yourself in the endless depths of his eyes, your only thought to keep breathing as he reached for your hand.

    "If you don't want to, tell me to stop."

    He watched every flicker of emotion on your face, every expression, every feeling play out in vivid detail; he brought your hand - so small in his own - to the throbbing between his legs, his eyes fluttering shut as you wrapped your fingers around him, holding him through the soft material of his sweatpants.

    "God, Steve…" You whispered, giving him an experimental squeeze, your body sweltering with heat as he moaned - it was quiet, just barely louder than an exhale, but you'd heard it all the same.

    You had done that to him, brought him to this, and you ached for more.

    "Take it off." Your tongue poked out to swipe at your lips; he swallowed at the movement, every nerve in his body alight, aflame at the feeling of your hand around him. "Please."

    He didn't need to be asked twice.

    In a single movement, Steve pulled off his pants, chucking them somewhere across the room; you gasped as you realized he wasn't wearing anything underneath, naked as the day he was born.

    You looked at him, he nodded, and your hand was on him again.

    God, Steve thought, his head pressed to your shoulder, breathing heavy as you began to stroke him, it's never been this good before. All you'd done was touch him, and he could already feel himself begin to unravel, his stomach coiling with his building release.

    You stared down between you in open-mouthed awe, feeling the weight of him in your hand; he actually keened when you'd brought your other hand to cup him, pushing his hips into your grip, chasing more of your touch - of you.

    "B-Baby…" He barely recognized his own voice from how weak he sounded, his hand shaking as he wrapped it over yours, stilling your movements. "Baby, please, I… I can't-"

    Your hands flew off of him, raised up to your chest, a pang of fear seizing your chest at the thought of having hurt him. Were you moving too fast, your grip too tight? "Steve, I-"

    "No! No, sweetheart, it's… It's not you, I swear." He pulled you close, buried his nose in your hair, his voice quiet with embarrassment as he continued, "If you keep doing that, this'll all be over way too fast."

    You giggled at him, your smile broad and beaming as he moved away to look at you, going stiff in more ways than one as you brought his hand to your chest; he could feel the thrumming of your pulse beneath the softness, keeping pace with his own.

    What, like you hadn't heard about his boobies monologue from Robin?

    You felt his fingers twitch against you, desperate to squeeze, but he held himself back, restrained himself.

    "I won't break, y'know."

    God, you were going to kill him, he swore, shaking his head, a nervous grin stretching across his lips - and it was then that he paused, his hand stilling over you as the shameful realization dawned upon him.

    He hadn't even kissed you yet.

    Where's your game, Harrington?

    He'd gone shy on you again, you noted, feeling how his breathing turned slow and deep. "Steve?" You brought your face closer to his, hands at his jaw, thumbs caressing his cheeks as you urged him to look at you. "Steve, do you-"

    "Can I kiss you?"

    Your silence stretched out for what, to him, felt like hours. Had he pushed you too far, assumed too much? Was kissing too personal for you? His first instinct was to backtrack, to make amends, and he hurriedly mumbled, "I-I mean, it's fine if you don't-"

    "Do it, Steve."

    Your words were clear, demanding in a way that made him shiver in anticipation. Slowly, carefully, he trailed his hands over the softness of your waist, pulling you flush against him, his length trapped between your thighs.

    "You want me to kiss you?" He needed to hear it from you, needed you to say it, to know you wanted this just as much as he did.

    "Please."

    Of all the times you'd imagined kissing Steve, of daydreaming about what he'd feel like, nothing could compare to the real thing; you melted against him with a sigh, arms settling around his neck as you pulled him impossibly closer, every pore on your body screaming for this moment to go on, for him to kiss you like this forever.

    And for Steve, kissing you was a miracle - he'd long since resigned himself to wanting you from afar, to watching you from the sidelines, content with the way things were. He didn't think he'd ever gather enough courage to confess his feelings to you, terrified of losing one of the closest friends he's ever had. But, now?

    Now that he's tasted you, he's insatiable.

    He was the one to deepen the kiss, to lean into you, press his body against you, throbbing between your thighs and hissing as his sensitive head caught on the fabric of your underwear. You pulled his hands back to your chest, his tongue tracing over your lip as you pulled off the lacy thing and tossed it aside.

    Your kiss had started saccharine, gentle, coy, but it had devolved into something carnal, primal, fueled on by years of pining and longing and want.

    "[Y/N], can I…? Can- touch you?" Steve panted, his words beginning to fail him, his hair already damp with sweat as it fell over his eyes. You pull one of his hands away from your chest, biting back a moan at the feeling of his calloused palm dragging over your nipple; you guided him between your legs, your breathing labored, eyes clenched shut.

    When he touched you, you screamed.

    Painstakingly, sobbingly slowly, he worked you open, his pride growing tenfold as he felt how wet you were, how slick his fingers were quickly becoming as they moved over you - and all because of him. He brushed his fingers lightly over your clit, his touch barely a touch at all, yet it drove you nearly to the brink of insanity.

    "S-Steve…!" you cried, screamed, no longer caring about the volume of your voice as you ground your hips against his hand, fingers clawing at his back. "Mmm…! Fuck, Steve…!"

    "Talk to me, sweetheart. How's it feelin'?" The closeness of his voice, of his lips pressed to your ear did absolutely nothing to veer you away from the edge of ecstasy you were barreling toward. You could feel him circle a finger around your dripping entrance, teasing you, your body writhing atop the blankets.

    "S… Steve, please…!" You shook in his arms, your face buried against his chest as you begged him for more - and when he finally pressed his finger into you, you both moaned.

    You were so hot, so tight, around his finger, sucking him in, your velvety walls pulsing against him - he could feel his cock weep as he imagined what it'd feel like to be inside of you.

    "Hmm…! A-Ah- Shit, Steve, I…!" Your head began to swim, your breathing rough as he worked you, one hand holding you by the hip while the other thrust into you, his thumb pressing down on your throbbing clit all the while.

    "Where you at, baby?" he panted, his focus breaking away from the sinful squelching coming from between your parted legs.

    "'M close, Steve… Fuck, I- I'm so close…!" You threw your head back, your body arching off the floor as Steve's kept his pace steady, looking very much satisfied with himself as you fell apart in his hands; with a final, trembling moan, you collapsed, panting for air as the sweet thrill of aftershocks shot through you; absentmindedly, you could feel him slide in behind you, holding you against his chest, hands moving idly over your sex-warmed skin.

    Still, even in the rose-colored haze of your mind, you knew you wanted more.

    "[Y/N]?" Steve watched as you turned around in his arms, pulling him into a sloppy, wet kiss. It didn't take much for him to turn to putty in your hands, and he offered no resistance as you nudged him onto his back, legs straddling his hips. "Fuck, baby, I…" he breathed, eyes wide as his gaze moved over you in reverence - bathed in the candlelight, flushed from the bliss he'd given you, he swore you never looked so beautiful.

    You moved your dripping core over his cock hesitantly - unlike Steve, you had no prior experience to draw from. Did it feel good when you pressed down on him? When you sped up? Slowed down? You stared at where your bodies connected, not realizing Steve's eyes had clenched shut, sweat beading down his brow as he tried to keep himself from losing it.

    "Sweetheart, please, I…" Steve moaned, his hands leaving you to drag through his hair. "You're killin' me-"

    "Yeah?" you panted, pushing more of your weight down onto him, your heart soaring at the litany of curses that fell from his lips - and even a few that weren't in English. "How's it feel, pretty boy?"

    At the name, you felt him jump against you, and you swore on your mother's life you'd never seen him flush so red.

    It was as though the very room had gone still, the snow outside ceasing to fall, your breath catching as you lifted yourself off of him; holding him in your hand, you lined him up with your entrance, your eyes shut as you tried to calm your nerves, but you paused at the feeling of hands running over your sides, gentle and soft against you.

    Steve looked up at you, cheeks bursting with color as he held you steady, an unspoken question clear in his eyes.

    Do you want it?

    You nodded, your lips breaking into a smile as you kissed him - and all at once, you pushed yourself down, crying out at the feeling of him stretching you, filling you.

    He was big, and you were loath to admit that the rumors you'd heard about him all throughout high school were true - he deserved to be called "King Steve".

    You fell against him, shaking at the sudden intrusion as his hands soothed over your back, your waist, your thighs, your face, guiding you down onto him, whispering praises into your ear.

    "You're doin' so well, baby. You're so good to me, taking me like that… Fuck-!"

    You were struggling to breathe, face pressed against the crook of his neck as you waited for the pain to melt away - and Steve waited with you, peppering your face in kisses, his hands smoothing over your hair.

    "Do you want to stop?" he asked, his voice softer than silk, his concern washing away the lingering traces of your discomfort. You shook your head, biting your lip as you pulled away from him, wiping at the moisture clinging to the corners of your eyes.

    Steve felt his stomach drop. "[Y/N]-"

    "I'm okay." you reassured him, your voice all but gone, eyes fluttering shut as you settled back against his hips - he'd buried himself completely into you, the feeling of you enveloping him almost too much. He waited for you, for your sign that it was alright to move - because once he started, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop.

    You accustomed yourself to the feeling of him inside of you, thick and hard and throbbing. "S-Steve…" you moaned, your hands steadying yourself against his chest. "You can… You can move-"

    And you fell over when he snapped up into you, breaking out into fits of bright, sparkling laughter.

    "[Y/N]!" Steve couldn't help but laugh, too, feeling your walls squeezing around him. "Baby, you alright?"

    You nodded, still smiling as you threw your arms over your heated face.

    "Keep going, Steve…" you sighed, peeking at him from between your fingers - and his heart swelled, leaning over to kiss you stupid as his hips pounded into you, one of his hands moving down to your clit, rubbing you in time with his thrusts.

    He wasn't going to last - he knew he wasn't - but he'd be damned if you didn't finish before him.

    Your mouth fell open with a wanton moan, hands fisting the blankets at your sides as he gripped your hips roughly enough to bruise, his pace already beginning to falter. He kissed you everywhere he could reach, covering you in his love, his breathing coming out in grunts as he felt himself nearing his end.

    "Baby, I- I'm so fucking close-"

    "Steve, I- Ahh…! I can't…! Steve, please, I'm…!"

    And you reached your peaks together, screaming as you throbbed around him, as he painted you with his release, your bodies sticky as you collapsed onto the blankets, chests heaving for air as you floated back down from the Heavens.

    He was the first to speak. "You still with me?" Steve asked, still winded as he rolled onto his side, his hand moving up to roll a lock of your hair between his fingers - you still smelled like citrus, like sunshine and light.

    But now you smelled like him, too.

    You turned your head to look at him, eyes lidded, your grin blissfully lopsided as you kissed him - gently, sweetly, relishing the feeling of his chapped lips, of the warmth of his breath over your face. "I'm still with you, Steve."

    "Yeah?"

    "Always."

    He pulled you into his arms, his face pressed to your neck; you nudged yourself against him, exhaustion settling over you both like the falling snow.

    Before you'd drifted away, you heard his voice, quiet and meek as he whispered, "I love you."

    Your hands moved over his chest, and you kissed him one final time before falling into oblivion, your sigh of, "I love you, too." barely slipping past your parted lips, Steve chasing after you.

[aurinkomoukari]

Chapter 11 summary: The plot is thickening. You finally get the answers you’ve wanted for a long time from Grace, and there’s good news and bad news - plus stuff that's just straight up unfathomable. But something about your new acquaintance throws you completely off your game and you suddenly find your entire world being turned upside down…

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞

I’ve been debating for a long time whether or not to repost this from AO3. This is my biggest “hit” & I have a love/hate relationship with this fic. It took me almost 3.5 yrs to complete including rewriting the last 3rd of it because 2019 Author Emily chickened out where 2023 Author Emily went for the throat. I also haven’t reposted any of my BTS work & I thought it was time. The main pairing is SOPE with a side of Namjin & Taekook. Yes, I was a cliche. Also I want to post some bonus content for this fic for JFW so I need to, like, post the fic itself.

It’s Omegaverse & includes Mpreg, so if that’s something you’re not comfortable with then skip this one. I’ll tag all the relevant info at the beginning of each chapter. Here’s your chapter index:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

[jadedloverart]

Queen of the Damned

Summary: To live a life of purpose and to find dignity in death.

Chapter: 9/10

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[whiskeynwriting]

My Best Friend's Dad - Ch. 7: Sweet to Me

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 16.9k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

mentions of separation and divorce, mentions of infidelity, domestic arguments, alcohol use, dirty talk, male masturbation, oral (f receiving), age gap, reader descriptions (long hair, fit body), panty kink, olfactophilia, marking, daddy kink, vaginal sex. We also get some creepy/obsessive/possessive Dave in here which I LOVE

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Shameful awkwardness runs white-hot through your veins when you hear him repeat the word back to you. You gulp heavily, the saliva sliding slowly down your throat. And David stares up at you as you begin to squirm slightly on his lap.

“Do you consider me to be your boyfriend?” he asks you, fully voicing the question currently running rampant in his mind. His eyebrows raise slightly as he looks into your eyes, curiosity and near bewilderment crossing his expression.

He’s baffled, completely caught off guard. He wasn’t sure what this was, he hasn’t been sure this entire time. The only thing he’s been sure of is his ability to soak up every single moment he gets with you. That, and how incredibly new this entire circumstance is. When you were near him, he always focused on you, whether others were around or not. And now that you’re alone together, his undivided attention is entirely yours, his concentration only increasing when he hears these words.

“Oh, well, I um… I kind of, I mean, you’re here and well, no one’s ever really been here before and –”

You’d been looking away, anxiety filling your gut while the blood drained slightly from your face. But as soon as you truly begin to babble, David’s hand comes up to your face. Immediately, he turns you to look at him, bringing you in for a searing kiss.

“Mm!” you murmur, your eyes wide open until you fully register his reaction. And when you do, you smile against him, your own hand coming up to brush softly over his cheek. His own grin widens against you, chuckling quietly while his free hand holds you tightly against him.

“Baby, I really like you, I like this. I want that.” it comes out in two quick pants before his lips return, and the expression of them makes your heart jolt inside. “I’m sorry I can’t be with you more but baby, I want to be with you.”

“Dave,” you smile kindheartedly, his fervent kisses trailing to your chin and cheek.

“I would love to be your boyfriend, baby.”

This is so incredibly strange for him. He hasn’t been someone’s boyfriend in years, decades even. Any uncertainty he felt about the situation you’d been describing between you and Molly at the mall completely melts away, the internal feeling similar to the physical one he feels as you begin to rest in his arms.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he nods, kissing your lips once more. He then leans back slightly, looking up into your eyes with his hand still on your face. “Do you want to be with me? Like that? You want that?”

Your teeth tug on the bottom corner of your lip, doing your best to keep your rapidly forming grin at bay, your explosive internal emotions doing little to help. A few seconds pass, filled with nothing but your giddy grin and David’s delightful expression as your eyes flicker between both of his. And then, you nod, the feeling of his strong arms quickly tightening around you as he pulls you to his chest.

There’s something about being here with you that makes him feel more… alive. It makes him feel like he’s been missing something all his life. Are relationships always supposed to feel this way? Exciting and unexpected and like you’re falling but you’re hoping you’ll be caught? And that right there is probably the scariest part about this, he thinks, because he doesn’t know if he’ll land softly when this is over. But he does think it’ll be worth it. So far, you’ve been worth it.

It's almost like every single thing you give him, every little tidbit about yourself, every little habit you show, every little piece of kindness or sass or wit inside your heart, it makes him fall that much harder for you. Is there anything about you that he won’t like? Because right now, you’re everything he could ever want.

“I know it’s kind of a cheesy movie, but… would you want to watch it?”

You ask him this as he comes out of the hallway, having just gotten out of the bathroom. By now his clothes have been washed and dried, only needing a quick wash due to the few garments he had. And once they were done, he slipped on a pair of dark gray sweatpants to make himself cozier. And just above the hem of his pants, the bright lilac hue peaks out. It’s covered by his shirt, but it’d only take one slight movement to expose it. He smiles to himself at just the thought of it, glancing down at his new attire and then checking the time on his watch.

When he gets closer to the couch, he glances up, expecting to see a movie similar to Twilight or The Notebook, something he’ll likely just sit through. But when he does, he’s surprised to see something unexpected. Something he actually likes.

“Can’t Buy Me Love?” he asks, looking from the screen to you. “Are you serious?”

There’s a wide grin breaking across his face, one eyebrow raised as he expresses his doubt in your statement.

“You thought I wouldn’t like this movie?”

You ponder your response, turning in your seat with a smirk. But then, you look back at him, your heart stuttering over a few beats from what you see. His hair is still slightly damp on the ends from the shower he’d had just over an hour ago, giving him an almost boyish look. He has his watch on and the t-shirt, and… sweatpants. You’ve never seen him in sweatpants before. You’ve never seen him in anything other than his business attire before. It offers a different mood to the surrounding atmosphere, one that feels light and comfortable.

“Baby, I love this movie. I haven’t seen it in forever, but it’s one of my favorites.”

“Really?”

He laughs, rounding the couch to sit next to you. Dave leans back on it, that same charming smile lingering on his face. Internally, he considers his response, wondering if it’ll come off too harsh. With his grin unwavering, he lays his right arm over the back of the couch, just behind you, and sighs.

“Were you even alive when this movie came out?” he then asks, turning his head to face you.

Immediately, your jaw drops, your open mouth displaying a shocked yet amused grin. When he sees your response, he laughs again, hearing your own giggle begin to pour out.

“Wow!”

“Oh, come on.” He replies playfully, rolling his eyes as he slings his arm around your neck to pull you close. Those still-smiling lips press against your forehead, and while the force behind his tug isn’t aggressive, the ease in which he is able to move you makes you flutter inside. “I’m just playing with you.”

Dave hasn’t exactly come off as the softest man, at least, not when others were around. He seems stern and hard on the outside, that impression solidifying itself even further when you found out he was a military man. But knowing that this cheesy 80’s flick is one of his favorite movies makes you feel like you’re finally seeing the layers underneath. Although, you’ve already seen a peak of David’s tender side through your text messages and more intimate moments. And all of this makes you think… after everything he’s been through in life, he’s choosing you to open up to? You?

“You’re cute,” you coo when he finally pulls back, lifting a hand and stroking your fingers along his jaw. “You’re so handsome.”

“Yeah?” he asks, tilting his head and lowering himself a bit.

Naturally, softly, your eyes close, nodding and whispering a small yes before your lips meet. He easily moves you backward, laying you down on your couch as his hands begin exploring once again.

“David,” you giggle, feeling those broad palms now pawing at you.

“I can’t help it,” he mumbles, his voice now muffled by the smooth skin of your neck. “I want more of you.”

“Mm…” your head tilts back a bit for him, your knees widening so he can slot himself right between your thighs. And he mirrors your quiet delight when your fingers slowly card through his hair, your core burning bright when his right palm slides around to cup the curves of your backside in hand.

But before much else can happen, your doorbell rings, and Dave’s head pops up. He looks to the door, then back to you.

“You expecting someone?”

“Yeah, I decided to order some pizza.” You tell him, watching as his eyes trail slowly down your form. “Would you be able to get the door?”

Something about you asking him to answer the door for you makes the entire situation feel domestic and calm, so he smiles, happily agreeing to. You make him feel so welcomed in your home, like it’s natural, like he’s meant to be here.

“Thanks,” Dave nods, handing the kid a few bills.

“Oh, do you want –”

Dave just waves at him, cutting the younger teen off while setting the soda you’d ordered on the table beside your entryway.

“Keep the change.”

“Oh, I thought I already paid for that online.” You frown, hearing his short conversation.

As if he’d been here many times before, David walks over into your kitchen to set down the boxes and drink. You walk over behind him, choosing to sit on a stool beside your countertop.  

“I guess not.” He shrugs, glancing up at you. “Where are your plates?”

“Up there,” you reply, pointing to the cabinet behind him. “Well, how much was it again? I can pay you back for it.”

“You don’t have to do that, sweetheart.” Dave chuckles, pulling two plates out and setting them on the stone surface.

Your face twists slightly in both confusion and doubt. “Are you sure? I mean, I meant to in the first place.”

“Honey, I don’t mind. Trust me.” He reassures you, offering a kind smile. “Now, how many slices do you want?”

On the inside, he’s practically buzzing. Would this be considered a date? Honestly, he’s not sure, but it’s the closest he’s come to one in years. Right now, your head is in his lap, and he has to work to keep his breathing calm. He’s seated on the end of your couch with you lying down, the two of you snuggled up while the movie plays.

When each of you had grabbed your cups and plates and finally sat down, he’d told you that he doesn’t usually watch these movies anymore. When you asked why, he said it was because he had no one to watch them with. And it’s not like he couldn’t watch them alone, he just didn’t want to. You’ve quickly come to find out that while Dave can be an incredibly strong and confident man, if he had a partner in his life, he didn’t want to do much without them. He liked being in a relationship, at least, when it was a fair and healthy one.

No matter how many times he thinks about how strange this is, he can’t bring himself to act differently. He doesn’t want to act differently, not with you. There were so many times throughout Dave’s life where he had to conceal his emotions and bring other ones to the surface. His job and marriage being two main examples. It got to the point where it was easy for him. But with you, it killed him. It was remarkably difficult to hide the feelings you so naturally brought out in him.

And while he continues to think, the movie continues to play, each of you paying attention to every scene. You can feel his breathing, the rise and fall of his stomach and chest behind you. You can also feel the soft stroke of his fingers as they begin to pet your hair, his knuckles occasionally brushed over your cheeks.

“This is my favorite scene,” you coo from below, smiling to yourself.

At this point in the movie, the two main characters had begun their fake relationship. She was more popular than him, and he just wanted to fit in. Amidst their difficulties, they decided to stage a breakup. And upon revealing your likeliness for the specific scene, David asks why.

“You can see they don’t mean it, not really.” You begin, “Neither of them. They’re both faking.”

He looks back up at the screen, having glanced down at you while you spoke.

“She’s falling for him; it’s all he’s ever wanted, and he doesn’t even see it.”

It’s cheesy, but that’s what you love about it. To you, these movies were the epitome of love. Writing poems for your crush, romantic confessions, opposites attracting each other. And that last bit… well, that makes you think.

“Dave?” you ask, rolling over onto your back. You stare up at him, and sensing the beginnings of a conversation, he grabs the remote and pauses the movie.

“Do you think we’re opposites?”

The question catches him off-guard; he’d never thought about it before.

“I, um…” he starts, crinkling his brows together. “I don’t know. Maybe, why?”

“Was just thinking about it. I feel like we’re different.”

“Is that a bad thing?” he asks, wondering where this sudden line of questing is coming from. Are you rethinking things?

You shrug, still looking up at him. “I don’t think so, not always.”

“Well, what do you think is different?”

“I’m small,” is the first thing that comes to mind. “And you’re… big.” He smiles at this, giving you a small chuckle. “You’re usually so serious but right now, you seem so sweet.”

“Are there times when I’m not sweet? To you?”

“No,” you grin, still speaking quietly. “You’re always sweet to me.”

Laying like this allows you to stare directly into his eyes, your own expressions now moving to mirror his. After he receives your answer, he goes back to brushing his palm and fingers over your hair and the side of your face, his skin moving gently over your silky strands.

He’s happy with your answer, elated, actually. Because you’re right, after all, he isn’t a sweet man. Dave can think of few things that make him good, even nice. His entire career made him into a man he never thought he’d be, those feelings only growing worse when he ‘retired’. But when he saw you, something inside him shined. Something new bloomed inside, something that made him feel lighter and new.

“I like you being here.” You then murmur to him, watching as he releases a restful breath.

By now, the sun has begun to set, the dimness of its light changing the atmosphere in your living room. It was already calm and happy, but the sunset is forming the tone in the air to be even softer than you thought it could be. The gentle hue of those golden oranges and yellows slip through the peaks between your shades, creating small shadows on your face that Dave begins to trace.

“I like being here.” He reciprocates, his hand stalling as he holds your cheek, his thumb sweeping briefly over your bottom lip. All too quickly, he gets lost in the expression you give simply through your eyes. “You’re so pretty.”

“You think so?”

Dave almost scoffs. “Of course I do. Haven’t been able to look away since I met you.”  

This is so weird, you suddenly think to yourself. And you’re not necessarily turned off by the intrusive thought; it only fills you with wonder. To be doing this – with her dad, of all people. But I just… I love this. I really love this.

Something about David makes you feel whole, makes you feel comforted while simultaneously feeling as though you’d just flung yourself off a cliff. What makes it so comforting though, is knowing that he’s there to catch you. And you trust that thought so much because he’s never shown you otherwise.

“Come up here,” he coos to you, giving you a single nod.

Without question, you do, smiling as you move to crawl onto his lap once again. It seems like this is the position the two of you find yourselves most often in, having accomplished many firsts within your relationship in this exact same spot. And when you’re finally settled over his lap again, straddling his hips, he holds you, looping those strong arms around your back.

“Mm…” he groans, leaning in to press a heated kiss to your cheek. “You’re so beautiful, baby. You’re so fucking pretty.”

Without a word, you turn your head, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. And he meets you move for move, stride for stride, easily parting your lips with his. His tongue strokes inside, your hands lifting to either side of his face as you relax above him.  

“I’ve never seen or met anyone like you before.” he confesses to you, his kisses becoming more hurried as his left hand travels lower. “This is so different,” he mumbles over your mouth. “So different for me.”

“Baby,” you quietly whine, feeling him grip your backside and knead the flesh of it in his hands. “I like that… it’s new for me, too.”

Those comfy sweatpants give Dave little room to hide his rapidly rising erection, feeling you shuffle slightly over his lap. And while you keen from his affectionate words and praise, you also think back to your moments of jealousy while he had been gone. Being jealous that while Carol didn’t sleep with him anymore or get much of his attention at all, she still had him every day, every day and night. But it shouldn’t be a problem for you, it shouldn’t bother you because it’s so obvious that he doesn’t want her, he clearly wants you.

“Can you take this off again?” he asks against your parted lips. “Please?”

“You take it off this time, baby.” You grin, and the words alone give him confidence.

Without missing a beat both hands fall to the edges of your shirt, easily lifting it up and over your head. You raise your arms for him, allowing him to remove it fully and toss your shirt to the ground. You hadn’t been wearing anything beneath it, and the sight makes him groan. Now becoming more and more comfortable with you, he dives down, his mouth immediately sucking a mark on the swell of your left breast. You gasp when he does it, your hands flying to the back of his head. But he doesn’t let up, he just suctions his mouth that much harder against you. You can feel his teeth and tongue as they focus on this particular spot, giving your chest a single discoloration before moving onto the next. And when he’s done with that, he moves barely a centimeter down, lazily wrapping his lips around your nipple.

“Oh, baby, yes…”

“You like when I play with your tits?” he asks, his voice gruff and breathy.

“You know I love it,” you respond, sighing out shakily as you hold onto him, your nails already digging into his skin.

“Baby, I wanna taste more of you.”

You don’t have to think hard to become aware of what he’s talking about. He’d had his mouth on you only a few mere hours ago, and he already wants more?

“Really, baby? You liked it that much?” you ask him, entirely surprised.

“You know how long it’s been since I’ve made a woman cum?” he returns, lifting his head to look at you. And you grin.

“A few hours.”

“Before that.” he smirks, amused by your humorous remark. He then leans in, nudging your nose with his. “Years, baby. And the fact that it was with you? Some sexy, pretty, tiny college girl? Fuck, you feel how hard I am for you?”

Both of David’s hands fly down to your ass, giving you a firm shove over his lap.

“Just some college girl, huh?” you ignore his other words, your attitude getting the better of you. But you can’t help the moan that slips from your lips when you feel yourself slide over his length.

“I wasn’t searching for this sweetheart, but Jesus did you grab my attention. And as soon as you had it, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

If you’re being honest, you can’t really get mad at that. Neither of you were searching for this; neither of you had been in a relationship with such a large age gap before, either. And besides, even if the two of you were looking for companionship, the last place he’d willingly look was his daughter’s cheer team. And the last place you’d look was your best friend’s family.

“It felt so amazing making you cum on my fingers.” He confesses while mouthing at your earlobe. It sends shivers down your spine, feeling his passion boil over with eager delight. “Can I try to do it with just my tongue?”

“Ugh,” you groan out, rolling your eyes back into your head. “Yes.”

“Lay back for me,” he immediately responds, already rolling the two of you over.

You let him move you, feeling as light as a feather in his arms. David lays you down on your couch, the movie now completely forgotten. His fingers are already on the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down as he whispers sweet things into your ear.

“Love feeling you down here, holy fuck.”

Both your panties and shorts come down in one swipe, his body quickly returning to yours after discarding the last of your clothes onto the floor. The large expanse of his hands slide beneath your thighs, eyes zeroing in on your now naked sex when you spread your legs.

“Baby,” he exasperates, briefly shaking his head.

With gentle excitement, his hands loop around your hips, parting your legs and snuggling himself even further into you. He ushers your thighs up over his shoulders with ease, almost like he’s done it a million times before. You wish he has. But you don’t worry, you know you’ll get there.

You almost can’t help how quick you prop yourself up on your forearms, watching as his handsome face quickly disappears between your legs. Immediately, your jaw drops open, eyebrows folding in the center as he attaches his mouth to your glistening lips. His tongue easily swipes through, those mesmerizingly warm eyes falling closed.

“Oh,” you breathe out, the sound ending in a moan.

The scruff that’s slowly been blooming along David’s jawline rubs over your smooth, sensitive skin, your body already buzzing with excitement. He continues to mouth at you, licking into you fervently as he holds onto your hips, keeping you seated on his mouth. What really does it for you is the sensation, the reverberation, of David’s moans. They shiver through your core, your eyes rolling back in response.

“Baby…” you sigh, dropping yourself back on the couch, reaching your hand down and running your fingers through his hair.

He moans happily when you do this, his eyes closed while he savors your taste. And while he continues to lick inside your channel, his fingers grip the sweet flesh of your thighs, massaging you in hand and pressing you further onto his face. When he does this, you shuffle forward with his motions, rotating your hips up against him.

“That feels good, just – just like that… David…” he rubs his tongue against you, drawing half circles over your clit with the tip of his nose.

His pace changes from hungry to sensual, licking slowly yet firmly over every inch of your sex. You can’t help but thrust up into his mouth, swirling your hips over his face. But still, it’s as if he can’t get enough, continuing to shuffle closer to you as he quickly brings you toward your high. And the gentleness in which he licks you, it makes your mouth hang open in a silent cry.

“Baby, lay your tongue out, love it when you do that. Please do that…”

Immediately, he does what you ask, eyes opening to stare up at your beautiful form. He can see your chest rising and falling with vigor, can see the muscles tightening in your stomach. You’re still combing through his hair, occasionally tugging and making his cock fucking throb.

He drags the roughness of his tastebuds over your small, pulsing bundle of nerves. He focuses here now, wanting to make you cum so he can taste it, all of it. The small samples you’ve given him twice now have made him ravenous. He needs to have more.

“I need you to cum for me, baby,” he grunts out against you, hot breath fanning over your sex. He’s panting, too. “Please give it to me, Jesus fuck, I wanna feel you shake for me.”

His words send you over the edge, head tilting back as you cry out a passionate moan. David’s strong body holds you down without even placing his hands over your lower belly. Just by hanging onto your hips, he keeps you in place, and it surprises you just how much he can control you this way. With powerful motions you thrust upwards, feeling the rapid drags and flicks of his tongue over your clit. He can feel the wet rush of your juices land on his lower lip and chin, but he waits to drink you up, wanting to ride out your high for as long as possible. He keeps his tongue over your most delicate part, applying just the right amount of pressure for you. Toward the end of it, as you begin to come down, his head moves languidly with your hips, gently rotating as you revel in the euphoria he’s brought you.

“Ugh,” he heavily groans, dropping his mouth down to your fluttering hole once your hips have stilled.  

Dave releases you of his hold, hands sliding down to the space between your legs. His palms hold the underneath of your cheeks and thighs, both thumbs spreading your lips open, allowing himself the very best access to your center. And he smiles, seeing your pussy entirely, so closely, easily sliding his tongue inside. You gasp loudly, back arching and pushing your chest up into the air. You feel so sensitive, having just come down, and you’ve never even experienced this before. You’ve never had a man be so adamant in tasting you, and when he smells you? Dear fucking god.

“Oh, fuck,” he sighs out quietly, resting his mouth against your center as he inhales a deep breath. It makes you tingle, the filthiness of it.

“You like how I smell?” you ask with a small giggle of disbelief.

“Sweetheart,” he huffs out, “It makes me so hard.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” he answers, his face burning red. He’s embarrassed, he knows it’s strange, but he’s indulging in you as much as he can, for as long as he can.

He’s lost inside his head, lost in your feel and scent. The thoughts he conjures are ones that make his insides burn, with both lust and guilt. He’s absolutely in love with your kindness, your sweetness, adoring the matching underwear you bought for him. But what he would love even more, is to take them home after you’ve worn them. He’d smell and lick them, lay them in his palm and rub himself with them. It makes his muscles tighten, his heart racing inside his chest from just imagining it.

Almost every interaction you have with Dave is new for you, and you’re more than aware that he feels the same way. You’ve never experienced this before, someone fully immersing themselves in your taste and even your smell. Most of your exes treated oral like a chore, rarely ever making you cum. But Dave… he enjoys it, really enjoys it.

“Baby,”

“Oh…” He sighs, open-mouthed against you.

His tongue is completely laid out, thumbs still holing your lips as he keeps you spread for him. Slowly, sensually, he drags his tongue over your still-fluttering hole. His eyes are closed, his touch is gentle, and he seems… different, this way. He’s softer than you’ve ever seen him before.

“Baby,” you say again, your voice sweet as you reach down.

He feels your hand cup his cheek, thumb stroking him gently. And he leans into your touch, into your open palm, but he doesn’t stop licking.

“Can I keep going?” he asks pleadingly. Even though you’ve come down from your high, and he’s not actively ushering you toward another one, he’s enjoying himself thoroughly. But are you?

“You – you want to?”

You lean up slightly, glancing down at him. What you’re met with are soft, pleading eyes, his tongue poking out to swipe across his lower lip. He nods.

“But… what about you?”

“What about me?” he asks sweetly, cooing to you as he presses his lips to your inner thigh.

“Want you to feel good, baby.”

“I feel so good like this honey, I love this…” he feels himself getting lost again; he needs to see how you feel. “Is it, is this okay?”

His eyes return to yours, slight worry now swirling within them. He hadn’t done this with Carol in the entire time that they’d been together. He’d watch porn in similar fashion, but he never wanted to actually do it with her. But with you, it’s like he has a need to.

“Yes,” you whisper in response, nodding just barely.

“Really? It’s not, it’s not weird for you?”

You can see his cheeks turning red, the flush falling to his neck, as well. And it makes you smile. He doesn’t have to worry about anything; he’s safe with you.

“It’s different,” you admit openly. “But I like it.”

Upon hearing your words, he drops his head, keeping your gaze. Experimentally, he presses his nose over your sex, inhaling a full breath. He doesn’t expect your reaction, doesn’t expect the helpless moan that floats out of your mouth, the roll of your eyes and sudden drop of your head. Huh, you really do seem to like this.

By the time he’s finished licking you clean, his senses finally satisfied, night has completely fallen. And when he is entirely done, he cuddles up to you. Without leaving the space between your legs, he shuffles further up, wrapping his arms around you again and laying his head on your belly.

“Baby,” you coo, fingers running through his hair. His eyes are closed, and he murmurs a questioning hm? against you. “Do you wanna go to bed?”

“What about the movie?” he asks, lifting his head. You giggle, seeing his droopy eyelids.

“We’ve clearly forgotten about the movie.” You laugh, moving to sit up. “You wanna lay in my bed with me?”

“I wanna do lots of things in your bed with you.” he grins, eyes closing again as he cuddles into your lap.

It takes some convincing for him to move; he’s so comfy here. But you promise he’ll be even comfier in your bed, so he agrees. Before heading to your room, you make sure the doors are locked, and the lights are off.

“That’s all you have?” Dave suddenly asks.

You turn to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“One lock? Not even a deadbolt on your front door.” All you do is shrug. “I don’t like that.”

“What do you mean?” you say again, giving him a small laugh.

“It’s not safe.”

“Awe,” you tease, “Do you worry about me?” Walking over, you place both palms on his broad chest.

“I do.” He grins, looping his arms around you and pulling you in closer to him. Then, he kisses your head, whispering, “You’re precious to me.

“I need a shave,” He sighs, looking in the mirror. He runs his fingers over his jawline, assessing the stubble that’s grown far too much for his usual look.

“I don’t think so,” you practically sing, tying your hair up as you stand in the bathroom beside him. “I like when you’re scruffy.”

That makes him smile; how could it not?

“Well, maybe I’ll keep it that way.”

“Really?” you ask, hearing his firm footsteps as he follows you out to the kitchen.

He sits down at your dining table, shrugging playfully. “Maybe.”

You don’t have much, the options for breakfast being cereal or pancakes. You choose the ladder, bringing the stack to the table along with the orange juice. Dave watches you scurry around the kitchen, smiling to himself as you dote on him. You don’t have to, of course, but you don’t really give him a choice to help or not. You bring everything to the table before he can even offer.

“C’mere,” he says to you, not even looking at the food. It makes him happy to see you so giddily stroll over to him, plopping down on his lap and looping your arms around his neck. After last night, the two of you have grown even closer. And you don’t just mean the multiple sexual acts you engaged in together. When you went to bed last night, he was so incredibly sweet with you. He’d cuddled right up to you, holding you even closer than he did when you’d slept in his bed the one time. He’d nuzzled into your neck, breathing in the sweet scent of your hair. You suppose the two of you have a thing for that, for stroking and pulling on the other’s hair. So, while he rested beside you, you pet his, running your hands gently over his head. You could feel the weight of him relax against you, both of you on your sides and facing each other, your limbs tangled together. His soft snores did you in, along with the soft thump of his heart.

And while David enjoyed snuggling with you in your bed last night just as much as you did, he also enjoyed the thoughts that formulated in his head. He hadn’t expected to have such an erotic dream about you, and with scenes much more intense than anything you’ve done yet.

“You sick of me yet?” he jokes, smiling up at you.

You twist your face up at this, unwilling to stop your next words. “Well, if I was, you think you’d still be here?”

Dave certainly doesn’t expect that, but he just laughs. While you sit on his one thigh, his hand had snaked around to your lower back, the other holding your leg. The hand on your lower back slides down, lightly tapping your ass. And immediately, your face turns beet red; he hasn’t done that yet.

“You have a lot of sass, don’t you?” he asks, leaning in slightly.

Inside, you shiver, your cheeks heating up under his gaze.

“Oh, nothing to say now?” he teases in return, and Jesus it’s too early for this. Well, maybe not too early, you’d both slept in till noon. But lord, give a girl time to wake up.

“I like when you look all nervous like that,” he mumbles to you, analyzing the expression on your face. Damn, this dream really got to him. “You like when I put my hands on your ass?”

He’s got you entirely flustered, quite the turnaround from your early, slightly grumpy mood. And he’s right, you don’t have the words. So, you just nod.

“You’re cute, baby.” He says to you in that low voice, a sinister smirk crawling over his face. He reaches up, cupping your cheek as his thumb slides across your lower lip.

He wants you to be his; he can’t stop thinking about that. But it’s too soon, he knows that. But honestly, he just loves how you make him feel. Not only is he extremely attracted to you, but just being with you makes him feel so happy and carefree.

All of a sudden, your phone rings, both of you jumping slightly. You look across the table to see who it is, and it’s Molly. Quickly, you look back over at Dave, who just smiles and gives you a nod.

“Answer it honey, I’ll be quiet.”

How is he so confident with this? You’re damn near shaking as you reach for your phone, greeting Molly as you lean back in her dad’s lap.

“Hey,”

“Hey! What’re you doing today?”

The hand David hand on your ass rises to your face, brushing some hair away before he lightly kisses your cheek. Your entire being feels like it was just electrocuted, the entire situation striking your every nerve.

“Hello?”

“Um, not – not much. Why?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You clear your throat, seeing Dave’s smirk from the corner of your eye. “What’s up, Goof?”

“Theta Chi is having a party tonight, did you wanna go?”

Because of your proximity, Dave can hear every word that is said. And when he hears this, he frowns. He doesn’t like the idea of that, for either of you.

“Oh, man,” you sigh, “I’d really love to, but I have so much homework to do.” So much Dave to do, but same-same.

“I thought you just said you weren’t doing anything today?”

“I thought you meant like, plan-wise.” You immediately, nervously reply, feeling her father’s hand return to the curve of your ass.

Dave sighs quietly beside you, squeezing you gently in his hand. Next to your thigh, you can feel him hardening. Does he like this?

“Oh,” Molly says on the other end, sounding a bit let down.

“I’ll come with you to the next one, I promise.” And you will, no matter what. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay,” she returns. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile to yourself, loving how close the two of you have become. “Bye.”

Once you hang up, Dave surges forward, lips magnetizing to your neck. A stifled gasp shoots out of your throat, feeling his tongue as he begins to lick. The hand he has on your thigh creeps up higher, tightening its grasp.

“You liked that?” you ask breathily, chuckling lightly. “Knowing we could get caught?”

He lifts himself from your neck, looking deeply into your eyes. It’s a look you’ve never seen on him before.

“I like knowing that I’m in control.” He nearly growls, squeezing your ass in his strong hand. “I know we’re not gonna get caught; I won’t let that happen.”

Your lips part at not only his words but his actions as well, tilting your head to the side for him as his lips return to your neck. He mouths at your throat, giving you sloppy kisses that you utterly love.

Part of his dream floats back into his mind, a very specific word that both of you have touched on before. It makes the muscles in his chest tighten, makes his erection rise fully.

“I guess I know the reason behind your Only Fans tag.” He mumbles over your skin, and the mere mention of it makes your eyes go slightly wide. Neither of you have talked about your Only Fans account since you’ve seen each other in person.

“You are a sassy cheer girl, huh?” he asks, rising from your neck to begin kissing your jawline and cheek. “Is everything you say on there true?”

You swallow thickly at his questioning, his words catching you completely off guard. He continues touching and kissing and licking your body, and you think you’ll never tire of feeling his tongue on your skin.

“Baby,” he says calmly, turning you to face him as he softly commands, “Answer me.”

“Yes,” you finally breathe out, staring directly into his eyes, almost mesmerized by his look and tone of voice. “Everything I say is true.”

“Yeah?” he asks in a voice far too sweet. “Even your kinks?”

Your heart feels like its on fire, your insides churning with adrenaline. No one knows about your Only Fans but him, so naturally, no one’s ever talked to you about it before. Desperately, you try to think back on different kinks you’ve discussed on your page. There aren’t really any you’re particularly attracted to, other than – oh.

“You can tell me, baby.” David coos to you, his hand still on your cheek. “Do you have a daddy kink?”

With everything you can muster, you manage to squeak out a tiny, “Yes.”

“Let’s test that out, shall we?”

“Wha – oh,” before you can even fully get the word out, David’s fingers are rubbing over your covered sex. You’d only slept in a t-shirt and panties last night, and you haven’t yet changed. But before the fun can even begin, another phone call interrupts your moment. This time, it’s Dave’s phone.

He frowns, reaching into his pocket when he feels the buzz. When he looks at the screen, his eyebrows nearly life from his forehead. It makes you concerned, and you instantly ask him if something is wrong.

“Um, it’s Carol.”

“Answer it. It’s okay, just answer it, you don’t want to come off shady.”

Dave looks over at you, giving you an amused and doubtful look.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I have this handled, baby?” and in the same breath, he answers the call, “Hello?”

“Where the fuck have you been?! I’ve been calling and texting and you haven’t been responding for more than a day!”

“Carol, I told you, my flight got changed.” Obviously a lie, but she doesn’t have to know that.

“Oh really.” She responds. “Then why did Resnik message me asking if you’re okay?”

“What?”

“Yeah, he said you weren’t answering your phone and wanted to know if you made it home okay.”

Shit.

“Carol,” he sighs, “Can you blame me?”

“What?”

“I didn’t want to come home, okay? I booked a hotel room for a day. I just needed a breather.”

How the hell did he come up with that on the spot?

“You couldn’t have told me that?! And a breather from what? Your family?”

“Yes.” he answers simply, and you have to admit, the authority in his voice is making you hot.

“You’re ridiculous. And you need to come home. The girls know you’re back in town and are wondering why you didn’t come home, too.”

“Why would you tell them that?!” he shouts, now enraged. Still, he doesn’t gesture for you to move away. “What goes on between me and you is none of their business.”

“Actually, it is. I think we should tell them, Dave.”

“You know what? You’re right. We fucking should. Because this needs to start being finalized. I am so sick of your backstabbing shit.”

You’re surprised he’s being so blunt in front of you, but you admire it. He doesn’t put on a front, not for anyone. He is who he is.

“Baby,” he says, abruptly ending the call. “I’ve gotta go.”

Immediately, you frown. “Really?”

“Yeah honey, I have to go sort this out.” He tells you reluctantly. “I’m sorry, I really wanted to spend the weekend with you.”

“I know.”

It’s foolish, but you pout. You really wanted him to stay the entire time; you’d been having so much fun together. This feels so nice, all of it, every second of it.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“I’m gonna miss you!” you express, leaning your head on his shoulder.

You cuddle into him, and he returns your affections, wrapping both arms around you.

“I’ll miss you too, sweetheart. I really will. But we can still text, maybe even call, okay?”

“But I won’t get to see your face for a while.”

“You like it that much, huh?”

“Stop teasing me,” you pout again, lifting your head to look into those lovingly warm eyes. “You know I like you.”

For a moment, he holds your gaze, enjoying the girlish nature in you.

“Tell you what,” he then says, reaching for his phone again. “You want to take a picture?”

“Really?” this makes you perk up.

“Yeah,” he smiles, pulling up the camera on his phone. “Give us something to look at while we’re away.”

“Okay,” you respond, nodding enthusiastically.

The first thing that you move to do is kiss his cheek, and while it’s unexpected, it makes him smile. He snaps a picture like that, then one of you smiling with him, leaning your head on his shoulder. Lastly, he decides its his turn to give you a small kiss, turning and pressing his lips to the side of your head.

“I’ll send them to you,” he promises, doing so as he says it.

You can’t help but snatch your phone from the table, immediately pulling up the three photos. The smile on your face is undeniable, so bright it burns your own cheeks. And when Dave sees this, he smiles, too.

“Better, baby?” he asks, kissing your cheek.

You nod your head, smile remaining as you pull him in for a firm kiss. “I love them.”

After a moment of happiness passes, a thought pops into your mind. He can see your expression change, now tilting his head.

“You know… we could snap each other.”

“What?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing deep. “What does that mean?”

“Dang, I guess you really are old.” You roll your eyes sarcastically, pulling up the app on your phone. “Look, it’s called Snapchat.”

“Ohh, I think I’ve heard of this. The girls use it.”

“Yeah,” you laugh, finding his lack of knowledge on the subject quite cute. “They do. I use it, too. Maybe you could make an account, and just have me on there. That way we could see each other whenever we want.”

He ponders the idea for a moment. How easily could this be tracked? He doesn’t have social media for a reason, and maybe he should stick to that. But, if he keeps his location off and uses an entirely different name, maybe he can squeeze in this one account.

It obviously doesn’t take much convincing for him to let you set up his account. Your mind is already reeling with the possibilities of what you could send him. What would he think of you teasing him through the app? What if you made him short videos similar to the ones on your Only Fans? And then you wonder… has he ever been sent a nude before? You’d definitely like to pop that cherry.

Reluctantly, he packs, zipping up the stayover kit you’d made him and putting it on the bathroom counter. You’re so cute and thoughtful, making this for him, washing his clothes, making him breakfast. It makes him want to do things for you, make you feel just as cared for as you’ve made him feel.

But while Dave is in the bathroom thinking about how hard he’s falling for you, you’re in your bedroom on a completely different train of thought. You’d pondered it during breakfast, wondering if he’d actually like it. This specific liking of his is one you’re not well-versed in. Maybe you can take a leap, and just offer them to him.

“Baby, I gotta go.” He calls out to you, and you can hear his heavy sigh.

With a deep breath and a few reassuring words, you make your way out into the living room to say goodbye. When you step into the hallway, you see him standing near the front door. He’s in his business suit again, with everything packet in his backpack and duffle bag.  He’s checking his watch when you approach, glancing up when you get close. He gives you a sympathetic smile, feeling his mood go down. But your expression… it stays relatively blank, almost innocent. He watches as you look down, lifting the edges of your shirt and exposing the periwinkle panties that match his boxers. The mere sight of it makes him tighten inside.

When you look up, you see that his eyes are still glued to your hips, smirking as you analyze his expression. Slowly, you hook your fingers into the waistband, sliding the delicate fabric down your legs.

Holy shit – what is she doing?

When they’re completely off, you drop your shirt back down, just barely covering your now naked lower half. You step even closer to him, lifting your hand in a silent offer. And finally, he realizes what you’re doing. His eyes shoot up to yours, and then back down to the pretty panties in your hand. He inhales a deep breath, his chest rising before his lungs push the air back out. Once again, he meets your gaze, lust clouding his vision entirely. It’s almost intimidating, ravenous, the look on his face.

“Do you want them, baby?”

He just stares at you, gulping when he realizes his mouth has suddenly gone dry.

“I figured,” you step even closer to him, only inches apart. “You liked the way I smelled so much… maybe you’d wanna take me with you.”

“Baby,” he finally breathes out, choking in a breath. His voice is rough, almost shaky. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” you reply, moving your head up and down as you stare up at him. “I want you to have them. Is that… something you’d like?”

“I don’t, I…” he does his best to gain his bearings, shaking his head a little bit. “I don’t know if you’d be okay with what I’d do to them.”

“What would you do to them?”

“Honey, I have to g –”

“Tell me,” Comes your quiet interruption. “Please?”

David’s eyes shut, tongue poking out to lick his lower lip. He gains the courage to look into your eyes as he tells you, figuring it’s now or never.

“I’d lick them.” he says lowly, and your heart nearly stops. “Put them on my face and sniff them.”

“Really?” your response comes out in such a hushed tone you’re not entirely sure you actually said it. You’re so taken aback by his words, but not in a bad way. No, not in a bad way at all.

“I want to put them on my cock,” he continues. “And use them to jerk myself off.”

“David…”

“I told you,” He quickly says, the words firm. “You wouldn’t like it.”

“I want you to do that.”

“What?”

“Video it for me?”

“Wait, really?” he asks, narrowing his eyebrows in disbelief. Are you just fucking with him?

“Baby…” you place your hands on his chest, sliding them down slightly, watching as they glide over his crisp suit. “That’s so hot to me. I want you to do it.”

Unintentionally, your panties are placed directly over his chest when you brought your hands up. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by him. He glances down at them, now so close to his face. He wants them on his face, wants every intimate area you have to be touched by his mouth.

“Will you do it for me? Please, baby?”

Jesus fuck, are you really asking him to do this?

“Yeah,” he eventually croaks out, clearing his throat. “Baby, I’d fucking love to. I want to so bad.” He reaches out for you, having kept his hands at his sides to try and keep himself at bay.

“Use them, baby.” You coo to him, smiling when you feel his warm hands fall to your hips, easily sliding down to your ass. “Use them until you can come back and use me.”

Because he has to come back, he has to.

“Really?” he grumbles, checking the time on his watch.

Carol isn’t even home yet, and that pisses him off beyond belief. That means he could have spent more time with you. But at this point, he might as well go upstairs and unpack. For some reason, the entire house is empty. And that’s strange to him; he’s not sure where everyone is, nor when they’ll get back. He texts Carol, asking her these questions, but to no avail. She, of course, does not respond. But maybe he can use this to his advantage.

Haphazardly, he tosses his backpack and duffle bag to the side, closing the door to his bedroom just in case anyone comes home. Instead of unpacking, he plops down on his bed, quickly fumbling with his belt. He’s definitely still half-hard from the conversation you’d had only half an hour ago, and he’s sure he’ll be able to cum quick with your panties wrapped around him. Fuck, he’s never done this before, never been able to experience his desires to the fullest like this.

“Snapchat,” he mumbles to himself, remembering what you’d asked him for. “Gotta get to Snapchat.”

Fumbling through his pocket, he pulls his phone out and quickly locates the app. When he does, he sets his phone aside, reaching down to pull himself fully out of his boxers and pants. He also reaches to the side, unzipping the main compartment in his backpack and pulling your used panties out.

“Oh, god…” he groans, immediately lifting them to his face. “Oh god…”

He can feel himself throbbing, moving to wrap a fist around his shaft while he keeps your panties on his face. He uses his left hand to maneuver them how he wants, to place the center of them near his nose. The tip of his length is already leaking, his thumb swirling over the wet head and smearing the clear liquid down his shaft. Knowing there’s quite a bit of uncertainty revolving around his family’s arrival, he keeps his sounds to a minimum, but in all honesty, it’s hard for him. Before he can even think about it, he thrusts up into his hand, gasping out shakily at the sensation while the smell of your cunt fills his nose. It brings him back to last night, back to when he was tongue-deep in your pussy.

“Yeah…” Dave whimpers out, eyes pinching shut as he strokes himself faster and faster.

Already, his balls are tightening, unable to hold himself back from the arousal coursing through his veins. As the sensation continues to heighten, his tongue lays out, rubbing directly over the center of your panties. He can taste you, fuck, he can taste you on them. It feels so dirty, doing this, but that’s what makes it so exciting for him. With a few more rapid licks, he’s forced to remind himself of what he’s supposed to do. So, he brings the pretty fabric down to his length, wrapping it around himself as he tugs harder and faster. Already, his precum is soaking the fabric, running down his curved head and mixing with your feminine slick. With a shaky hand, he grabs his phone again, quickly unlocking it and sighing out a breath of relief when he realizes he never closed the app. It opens right on the camera, immediately seeing himself on the other side. You’d briefly taught him how to use it before he left, but all he knows is how to take a picture, and how to record. But that’s okay, that’s all he needs.

“Oh…” his moans are more than audible as he begins to record, the slap of his hand on his pelvis becoming louder and louder.

“Baby,” he speaks to you, “I love this – thank you.” Overcome with passion, he tosses his head back, pushing it into the pillows. But he doesn’t stop.

“I licked them, baby, smelled them too, just like I said I would.” He says it as if you’d be proud to hear it, and honestly, you will be. He’s a man of his word, and you’ll be more than happy to receive this short clip in the coming moments.

“Smelled so good, just like you…” David groans deeply, the camera capturing every squeeze his fist gives, every droplet that leaks from the slit of his tip. “Fuck, I miss your lips, miss your mouth.”

Dave can feel the soft fabric of your thong rubbing across his sensitive foreskin, and it only increases his pleasure. They’re still wet with you, too, making it seem like he’s still able to experience you.

“I can’t believe you blew me, baby.” He expresses to you through the camera’s audio and lens. “Can’t believe you liked my foreskin and my c – cum, ngh. I love it, I love being with you, sweetheart.”

The words come out before he even realizes it, but he doesn’t care, not in the slightest. He’s too caught up in how amazing this feels, too caught up in the dream he’s found himself in.

“I’m gonna cum,” he nods, as if you were really there. “I’m gonna, gonna cum all over your pretty panties, baby.”

The muscles in his lower stomach convulse, his scrotum tightening as his shaft begins to throb. He works his tip and foreskin the most, rubbing your panties and his palm over the sensitive skin. What sends him over the edge is the fact that he can still taste you on his tongue from when he’d just licked your used underwear, can still taste the exact same flavor he was immersed in last night.

“Mm… fuck!” he chokes out, grunting harshly as he finally releases his load.

The sight of David’s orgasm is captured by his phone beautifully, the forceful spurts oozing down his tip after they’ve shot an inch or so into the air. It’s so thick, almost creamy, his entire body tensing and shivering. He shoves his hips up into the air over and over again, chasing that euphoric cloud. His mouth hangs open as his fist begins to slow, emptying the last of himself onto your intimate clothing.

Still panting, he opens his eyes to look down, and what he’s met with makes him moan all over again. He’s softening, his foreskin sagging slightly with your panties still wrapped entirely around him. The light purple fabric is drenched in him, white globs covering at least half of the garment.

The video ends, and without a second thought, he sends it to you. Before he cleans himself up though, he snaps a picture of his messy crotch, wanting to be able to look back on the erotic sight. Though he hopes he’ll get the opportunity to do this more often in the future.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, glancing at your phone while getting ready.

As soon as Dave had left, you hopped on your homework right away. Since you weren’t seeing him tonight anymore, you decided to go to that party after all. Because of this, you also decided to clean up your home. You like coming back to a clean space whenever you go out, especially if there’s a high likelihood of you getting drunk. But apparently, you’d been so busy that you forgot to check your phone.

“Baby,” you whisper to yourself, a shocked smirk covering half your face.

He’d sent you a video on Snapchat for the very first time, and you feel awful that you hadn’t seen it sooner. You start to worry if it concerned him that you hadn’t opened it for so long, but you have to admit, it’s difficult to think about anything else other than the images on your screen. And he’s talking, dear lord, he’s talking a lot.

“I licked them, baby, smelled them too, just like I said I would.”

Your jaw hands open even further, eyes going wide. You can see his hand speeding up.

“Smelled so good, just like you…”

Oh, good god, and then he groans. You wish so badly that he was here right now, you already miss him so much. Why the fuck did Carol have to call and ruin everything? But amidst your side-tracked thoughts, you hear him say something that makes your heart stop.

“I love it, I love being with you, sweetheart.”

Certainly not a confession of love, no, not at all. But… it’s the closest thing either of you have come to it. He loves being with you? Really? You knew he enjoyed your company, and in a multitude of ways, but you never expected it to truly go deeper. Surely a man of his age wasn’t interested in sharing his life with a twenty-something year old college girl. That just didn’t make sense. And still, he said it.

The thoughts in the back of your head were right though, he was nervous that you didn’t like it. He didn’t know how to tell whether or not you’d seen the video, all he knows is that you haven’t replied. Did you not like it? Motherfucker, he knew it. He knew it was weird – Carol never understood it either.

He wasn’t sure what to do with himself afterwards. No one was home and he wasn’t hungry enough to make dinner yet, so he decided to go out back. The lawn needed to be cut and some weeds needed to be pulled. He figured he’d busy himself with that. But the buzzing in his pocket prompts him to take a break.

He intends to say more, but the sliding of the back glass door demands his attention, first. It’s his daughters, both of them stepping outside to come say hello.

“Hey dad!” Molly says, trotting over to him.

Alice closes the door, following behind her older sister, and he’s honestly surprised to see them like this. He turns toward them, locking his phone and putting it in his pocket.

“Hey,” he smiles, accepting the hug Molly graces him with. Alice comes up, too, holding onto his side.

Inside and out, he’s beaming. He can’t remember the last time he got a hug so tight from them. With one arm on each of the people he calls his pride and joy, he hugs them back, smiling ear to ear.

“We missed you,” Molly mumbles, resting her head on his chest. “You were gone really long, this time.”

And she’s right, he hasn’t taken a trip like that in a while. Her words make him choke up inside. They missed him.

“I missed you guys, too.” He returns, “I always miss you when I’m gone.”

“Are you staying for long this time? Or will you be gone again soon?” Alice says, breaking the hug.

“Honestly honey, I’m not sure. I can’t really control that.” he gives her a sympathetic smile, reaching out to rub her shoulder. He looks to her, and then to his other daughter. “I love you both, you know that, right?”

“We know that dad.” Molly grins, “What’s for dinner?”

“Not sure, did your mom have any plans?” he asks, wiping his hands over his jeans.

“No idea,” Molly replies, all three of them walking over to the patio table to take a seat. “We don’t even know when she’ll be home.”

“Is she working?”

“No, she just said she would be out.”

“Oh, well, where were you guys? The house was empty when I got home.”

“Cheer practice.”

Huh, you hadn’t mentioned anything about cheer practice today.

“I was at Anna’s.” Alice replies, relaxing back in her seat. “She’s having a birthday party tonight; I was helping her set up.”

“Oh, okay, are you going back over later?” Dave wonders aloud. He was hoping to be able to spend some time with them today.

“Yeah, it’s a sleepover.” When Alice sees the apprehensive look on her father’s face, she adds, “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, glancing down at his hands. “That’s fine, honey.”

He should be more understanding; he wasn’t even planning on coming home today. Why would they have cleared their schedules for him when they hadn’t even known?

“You got any plans tonight?” he then asks, looking to Molly.

“Oh, um…” shit, she hadn’t made up an excuse for tonight. He hasn’t let her attend a single frat party since she’d started her first semester. But she’s gone to a few since then, with your help, of course. You were her connection to all of them, and you helped come up with the best lies, too. But she forgot to ask you when you were on the phone earlier.

“I…”

Dave narrows his eyes slightly; why is she acting so suspicious?

“I’m leaving – in a little bit.”

“Okay,” he nods, eyes still focused directly on her. She knows he’s interrogated people before, and she can feel the change in his attitude, even his posture. “To where?”

“I’m going to a friend’s house.”

“Molly May.” Dave firmly says, expression growing stern. “Where are you going?”

“One of my teammates’ houses.” She says, rolling her eyes with a huff. She’s trying to act annoyed so she can buy more time. Damn, how are you so good at this?

“Whose house?”

“Um, Katrina’s.”

“Have I met Katrina?”

“No, dad, but can I please just go? She lives near campus.” She continues explaining to him that she’ll be safe, that it’s right around the block from your apartment.

“Okay,” he says, feeling soft inside at the mention of you. “Okay, fine.”

“Thanks dad,” Molly smiles, getting up to kiss him on the cheek. “I’m gonna go get ready, okay?”

“Okay, baby.” He sighs, unable to stop his smile. He’s just happy to see her now that he’s home.

“Me too,” Alice chimes in. “I still have to wrap Anna’s present.”

“Okay, sweetheart. I love you.” Dave tells her, heart beating at his youngest daughter’s smile and return of verbal affection before she goes back inside.

Great, he thinks, just me and Carol tonight.

With that, he gets back up, returning to the stubborn weeds that have taken over the flowerbed since he’s been gone. But since he heard your name, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking of you. So, he pulls his phone out, still at the patio table, and brings up Snapchat again. You sent him a picture, and he opens it right away. It’s of you in his marine shirt again, and it makes him inhale a deep breath. Quickly, he gives his head a single shake, turning the camera on to take a picture of the semi in his pants that you’d immediately made.

She can be so fucking hot, he thinks to himself, and he says ‘can be’ because you aren’t always hot. Sometimes you’re cute and sweet, sometimes you’re specifically pretty, and sometimes you’re downright, unbelievably sexy.

While waiting for your response, he decides to explore the app. With a couple of swipes, he finds out that people can post “stories”, pictures or videos that everyone on their friends list can see. You posted one about half an hour ago, and he clicks on it to see. You’d taken a picture of your pile of notes and books before cleaning up, captioning it, ‘When will this be over?’. The comment makes him chuckle, but then, for the first time yet, he thinks about what will happen when you graduate. Will you leave? Will you go on to get your master’s? And shit, that’s right around the corner for you, too.

Thinking this only makes him want to see you more, and the longer it takes for Carol to come back, the more pissed off he gets. Again, this is all time he could have been spending with you. But it’s not all bad, at least he got to see his girls. He thinks that after he’s done with the yard, he’ll come in and spend time with them, but before he knows it, an hour and half has passed.

“Alright dad, I’m leaving.” Molly shouts from the door, sliding it open and leaning out.

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, me too.” Alice joins in, waving at him as she walks past her sister in the background.

“Already?”

“Yeah,” Molly shrugs. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, honey. Be safe, both of you.”

“We will!”

“I love you!”

But Molly is already in the process of shutting the door; maybe she just didn’t hear him. Either way, it makes him sad. And that sadness turns into a feeling of defeat, having finally gotten done with the yard just to return to an empty house yet again.

He waits to unpack his things until after his shower, having gotten quite sweaty and dirty while working. As always, he closes his bedroom door, stripping so he can get in a quick shower. What he doesn’t know is what will be waiting for him on the other side of this short break.

Carol already has a plan; while he was gone, she did some digging. Well, as much as she could, anyway. Dave was a private man in general but tie that in with working for the Department of Defense, she’s lucky if she ever finds out anything without it coming directly from him. But all it took was a brief once-over of his room to find your hair tie and scrunchie. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was she was looking for, but damn did she find more than she expected. There’s absolutely no reason something like that should be in his room; it’s not like the girls know he’s in there, and Carol most certainly doesn’t spend time in there.

“Jesus Christ Carol!”

He hadn’t closed his bathroom door, walking out with his towel wrapped around his waist. She’s standing in the middle of his room, arms crossed, and weight shifted to the side. She doesn’t look happier, either; why would she be?

“Care to start explaining?” she responds, her voice calm and cool.

“Can I get some fucking clothes on first?”

He moves over to his closet, securing the towel on his waist as he does it. He then grabs a clean pair of boxers, sweatpants, and a shirt. To dry off and get fully dressed though, he goes into the bathroom to do it.

“Why are you wearing sweatpants?” she asks, her face twisting up. “You never wear sweatpants.”

Usually, he opted for jeans. But after spending a day or so with you while wearing them, he just felt cozy in them. He once thought they looked sloppy but now, they’re a mini reminder of you. And after all, they aren’t sloppy, they’re comfortable. Plus, he’s in his own home, he can wear whatever he wants.

“Felt like wearing them today.” He answers with a low sigh, stepping out of the bathroom as the shirt falls over his head and then torso. “What do you need me to explain?” he then asks, wanting to get to the point.

“Well, I was going to ask why there were hair ties and scrunchies in your bedroom.” She begins, and David’s face is already red. “But I’m more interested in the purple thong sitting on your bed.”

Immediately, his head shoots to the side. Motherfucker, he left them out.

“Did you have a fucking woman in here, David?!” she then shouts, “In the same home where our children sleep?!”

“No! I didn’t have a fucking woman in here!”

“Then where the hell are the hair ties from? Huh? And what about the fucking panties on your bed?!”

David deeply sighs, eyes closing as his right hand rises to stroke the bridge of his nose, just below his eyes.

“Don’t fucking lie to me Da –”

“Don’t,” he shouts over her, cutting her off as he stands. “Fucking talk to me that way.”

Carol’s eyes widen, but her face remains stern.

“I have a right to know.” she says to him lowly. “Are you seeing someone?”

As quickly as he can, he contemplates his reaction. Should he tell her? There’s not really any way of avoiding this right now, though, she’s seen the evidence clear as day.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Who?!”

He laughs. “That is absolutely none of your business Carol. And besides, what the hell were you doing going through my room? I moved out of the master to have space from you.”

“It’s my house, I should be able to walk into any room I want.”

“No, not rooms that are specifically someone else’s. Do we go through Molly and Alice’s rooms? No, we don’t. Because that’s a violation of privacy, Carol.”

“What makes you think you have the right to see another woman when we aren’t even divorced yet?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I wait however many years the finalizing of the divorce is going to take?”

“I just, I didn’t expect you’d move on so quickly.” She sounds a bit somber, but her rage returns in the blink of an eye. “And to bring her here…”

“I didn’t bring her here!” Technically, that’s not a lie. You were originally here for other reasons, originally.

“You’re such a liar.” She scoffs, crossing her arms again and looking to the side. And when she does this, she sees the panties again, and her jaw drops. “And you’re fucking disgusting.”

She strides over to the side of the bed, pointing at the light purple garment.

“Is that your goddamn cum on them?!”

For some reason, this makes him smile, a sly smirk lifting on one side of his lips. “Yeah,” he nods, staring directly at her.

“Does this woman even know who you really are?”

“She does, actually. She really likes it, too.”

This makes Carol scoff again. “She must be as deranged as you are, then.”

“She’s everything you could never be.” It comes out quicker than he realizes, and he feels like he should’ve watched his tongue.

Her mouth drops open, a look of complete shock on her face. “How dare you…”

“Look, can we just drop the fucking act?” David finally asks, rolling his eyes. But Carol’s next words catch him by surprise.

“Do you love her?”

“…What?”

“You heard what I said.” She doesn’t know the extent of things, honestly, no one does. No one but him. Because every incredibly intimate thought he has about you, he’s kept in his head.

“Carol, this shouldn’t matter to you anymore, I –”

“Do you love her?”

“It’s not, I just…”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Her voice drops again, and he looks down, trying to formulate a response.

“I really don’t know right now.” he eventually breathes out, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He feel so vulnerable in this moment, and just as expected, Carol takes advantage of that.

“You’re pathetic.” She scoffs, shaking her head.

Without missing a beat, Dave mumbles, “I’m so done with this.” Before standing to his full height once again.

The woman he’s unfortunately still tied to by law says something from behind him, her words becoming louder as he leaves the room. But he can’t really hear them, doesn’t really care to, either. He walks downstairs, turning at the bottom step and slowly making his way into the kitchen. It’s a mixture of depression and rage, the emotions he’s feeling inside. And Jesus, he wants you, he just wants you to hold him right now. The closest thing he can get to you right now are through text, looking at the pictures you’d taken, or Snapchat. He wonders if you’ve posted anything more on your story, so, he goes with Snapchat.

What he sees first is a house, one he hasn’t seen before. It’s not your apartment, and he quickly realizes it’s a video. Frowning, he narrows his eyes, trying to get better look. Where are you? When he hears your laugh, he perks up, but who he sees next isn’t you. A man comes into a view, a few, actually. They’re younger, and as your camera continues panning around the room, he quickly comes to realize that what he’s looking at is a frat house. It takes him aback; you hadn’t said anything about going out tonight, let alone with other men. Not that you can’t be out with guys, it’s just, you’re… you’re his.

“What…” he whispers, watching as the video continues on.

The camera flips around, now showing your beautiful face. He barely has time to appreciate it though before some guy is slinging his arm around you. Seeing that makes him burn inside. While sitting at the island in the kitchen, David’s jaw clicks to the side, his expression growing stern. He sees as you and these men take a shot together, and then you and a woman doing the same. More women can be heard, and he assumes they’re some of your teammates, and then, wait – is Molly there?

The next person to come into view is indeed his oldest, giving you a side-armed hug. Just before the video ends, he sees another man pull you away from her and into his arms with you giggling the entire time. Fuck no, fuck that. They think they can touch you like that?

“What are you watching?” Carol asks, shooting down the stairs. “We’re not done talking!”

He doesn’t even look at her as he stands up, locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket. Dave turns toward the hallway, grabbing his keys off the credenza near the front door.

“Where are you going?! David!”

She pushes the door open as he tries to close it behind him, following him out into the front yard.

“What are you doing?!”

“I gotta go.” He grumbles in return, expression full of anger, his insides boiling with jealousy.

“What, you –”

The door to his Tesla slams in her face, quickly backing out of the driveway after making sure she wasn’t in his way. She’s left absolutely gobsmacked and standing on the front lawn as she watches him turn and drive off down the street.

He doesn’t even think before sending the messages, he doesn’t feel like he has to. All he knows in this moment is that he doesn’t like you being here, and he doesn’t like being at home. He wants to be near you again, he needs to feel you again, wants to wrap you in his arms and touch every inch of your skin that he can.

Dave’s next thoughts are about Molly, and honestly how fucking pissed he is that she lied to him. But there’s no way he cold get her out of there without her knowing how he found out. He knows she’s safe, knows she’s with other teammates. He doesn’t want you out of there because he’s worried about your safety, he wants you out of there because seeing you around other men convinced him fully that what Carol accused him of is true.

His messages worry you, very obviously. What could be going on that he needs you to come home? Nothing like that has ever happened before. He’s also never texted you so seriously before, never come off so demanding. You wonder what’s wrong, and while you want to stay, you also desperately want to be by him, with him. So, you decide to leave.

“What? Why?”

“I, um…” you’re only two shots deep and they haven’t even flooded your system yet, and still, you’re having a hard time coming up with an excuse. “I’m getting this… crazy headache.”

“A headache?” Molly asks doubtfully, eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, I haven’t been getting good sleep lately. Haven’t…” you melt under your best friend’s skeptical gaze, doing your best to try and keep it together. “Haven’t been sleeping well, lately…”

Hesitantly, Molly pulls you to the side. She makes sure everyone else is out of earshot before she says, “Are you sure you’re okay? It’s only nine, the party doesn’t start for another hour. Why do you want to leave?”

“I’m fine,” you nod, gulping heavily. This is probably the worst you’ve ever felt in your whole entire life. You’re outright lying to her face. But something is going on with Dave, it’s not like you’re leaving for no reason. “I just have a headache.”

What neither of you know in this current moment is that Dave can see both of you exactly as you are in this present moment. It was far too easy for him to scan the area and find out exactly which frat house you were in. After all, you did have your Snapchat location on. And being the time of year that it is, it’s gotten dark out quite quick. Across the street from what is likely a fifty-year-old house, he sits in his car. He has the lights turned off and is hidden slightly by the underbrush of a tree. Narrowing his eyes, he can see the two of you in the kitchen off to the side, your profiles just barely visible through the window near the sink. He can see the apprehension in both of your faces as you continue to talk, but you’re going back home. He knows you will. And when he sees you nod, he starts up the car, and drives off.

It takes only a few minutes to reach your apartment, deciding to park off to the side there, as well. God forbid Molly came over just to see his car there. It’s not often that college kids park Teslas on or near campus.

Before he makes his way to your door, he steps over to his trunk. The deadbolt you had on your door was squeaky, loose. He knows he can break it. He doesn’t feel like waiting for you and doesn’t want to risk others seeing the two of you. So, he reaches in, retrieving a small bag before shutting the trunk. A few trots up the stairs and he’s at your door, sliding out his tension wrench and lock pick. He thinks he’ll only need one of the tools. Honestly, how hard could this be? He’s broken through much more complicated mechanisms before.

He decides on the simpler option, the pick. With both quiet and gentle motions, he inserts the tip of it into your keyhole, feeling for the outline of the pins. Easily, he identifies the binding pin, feeling its much higher resistance. He lifts it up until it’s set in place, continuing forward to do so with the remaining ones inside the lock. In under a minute, all of the pins are set, and he can hear the click of the lock on the other side. Smoothly, he removes the device, shoving it back inside the back and glancing over his shoulder before going in.

Your place is dark, obviously, and it feels strange being her. Strange but… at the same time, comfortable. Only weird because you’re not here. But he knows he belongs here, he belongs with you. He decides not to flick on any lights, not disturb a single thing you’d put in place, and sits on the couch to wait.

It doesn’t take long. After you’d convinced Molly to let you go, you did so promptly. She’d carpooled with another teammate on her way here, which made you feel better about leaving her. You’d text her throughout the night to make sure she was okay too, of course. You barely said bye to any of the guys, let alone your teammates. You didn’t want to draw anyone else’s attention, so you decided to slip out quietly. If Molly was skeptical of you, surely other people would be, too.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?” he asks, becoming impatient. “Are you okay?”

“What? Of course I’m okay.” You glance around you, now walking through the parking lot, before whispering, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I want to be with you.”

“What? Aren’t we, aren’t we already together?”

“I need to be with you right now.” he says anxiously, running a hand over his thigh before it turns into a fist.

And then, upon hearing the slight jingle on the other side of your door, his head snaps to the side. He doesn’t hang up though, he’s too busy focusing on where you’re now entering. With a quick push, you’re walking through the door, the phone still pressed to your ear.

“Oh! My god!” you squeak, jolting back when you see him in the darkness. “David?”

“Baby,” he sighs, throwing down his phone while rising to his feet. “It’s me.”

In three large steps, he’s right before your very eyes. Both of his hands lift to your face, bringing your closer to him. He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours.

“How did, how did you, why are you –”

Your heart is racing inside your chest; how did he get inside? You anticipated him being here, but not before you – it’s not like he had a key or anything.

“Baby, I’m here,” he whispers, pulling you in for a hug. “I’m here; do you want me here?”

He doesn’t wait for your response; he just tilts your head up so he can get a better look at you. He’s moving and speak so quickly that you barely have time to comprehend it.

“You’re beautiful, and you’re mine. You know that, right?”

“Dave, I…”

“You,” he says firmly, passionately to you, “Are mine.”

You gulp, eyes flickering back and forth between his. You’d barely gotten the chance to close the door behind you before his hands reached out, but it didn’t scare you. He’s never scared you.  

“They can’t touch you.” he shakes his head, dropping his hands to your shoulders, running his palms down your outer arms.

All of a sudden, it clicks. He must have seen your Snapchat story.

“Baby, I didn’t, they didn’t,”

“It’s okay,” he interrupts, smiling a bit as he holds you tighter. “I’m here.”

“I’m… I’m happy that you’re here.” You tell him, something in your heart beginning to bloom.

You’re not sure how he got inside, but he did tell you that you needed better locks. And besides, it’s not like he’s here to hurt you. In a strange way, something about this attracts you; he wants to make sure you’re safe. But that’s not what him being here right now is about, right now, he’s making a statement.

“I missed you.” he suddenly expresses with a heated breath, surging forward to kiss you. “I’m sorry I came in like this, I – I didn’t want anyone to see me.”

You nod, only an inch from his lips. “It’s, it’s okay, Dave.”

Without realizing it, he’d back you up against your front door. He reaches to the side, locking the deadbolt he’d gotten past less than ten minutes ago. But when he does realize it, he leans down, hooking either hand around the backs of your thighs and lifting you into the air. You squeal quietly, your back sliding up against the door as he pushes his body weight into you.

“David,”

“Baby,” he enthusiastically moans, fixing his hips right up against yours as his mouth falls to your neck. “Say my name again.”

One of the things he’s grown to absolutely love about you is the way you say his name. The only time he ever hears the full name of David is when he’s being scolded or screamed at, most often by Carol. But the with you… the way you say it makes him love his name all over again. And you’ve noticed on your end how nicely he reacts to it, too, especially alongside any sort of praise.

“You like that, baby?” you grin, tilting your head to the side for him. There’s a low rumble that washes across his chest, his lips now suctioning to your next. “David, that feels so good…”

“Mm,” he moans against you, eyes shut as he rolls his hips into you.

It makes you gasp; he’s never held you in this way before.

“I know they can’t touch me,” you continue on, clinging to him tightly, your fingers raking through his brunette hair. “Not like you.”

You have no idea how incredibly happy it makes him to hear you say that. With Carol, when he found out she’d cheated on him, he felt like she was never really his. After that, he felt like their relationship was ruined; it was a fraud. He needs to know you’re his, he needs to know that you know you’re his.

David then moans your name, his tongue rolling over the mark he bit into your neck. And knowing that he bruised you somewhere visible makes you tingle inside. You’ll be able to show it off, but no one will know that it’s from him.

“Will you give me more?”

“More what?” he grunts out against you, rolling his hips forward and reveling in your small gasps.

“More hickeys,” you tell him, breathing quietly even though you know if you moan no one will hear. “Please give me more.”

“You want me to mark you?” he asks, then digging his teeth sharply into your skin.

“Oh!” you cry out, having not expected such a harsh bite. Your fingers curl, pulling firmly on his hair. “Yes,”

Once he’s discolored you twice, he lifts himself to your face, brushing tender kisses along your cheekbone. His breaths are fervent, not heavy but excited. And when you open your eyes, you’re met with his heated gaze, those brown orbs looking deeply into your own as he sighs. Suddenly, his right hand slides up to your back, holding you against him as he lifts you from your door.

“Baby, what –”

And then he’s kissing you again, spinning around and walking in the opposite direction within your home. He’d only spent a day and a night there but already he’s memorized it, making his way to your bedroom without even opening his eyes.

You’re flustered beyond belief, but you keep holding onto him. Your arms and legs wrap around his sturdy frame, much sturdier than you ever would have thought upon first meeting him. He’s in his sweatpants again and you could feel how hard he was from the moment he lifted you up. But now, you can feel a slight dampness growing, the realization making your insides tingle. His overt arousal is always such a turn on for you, you’ve never met a man that gets as excited as him.

Your bedroom door had already been open, and he wastes no time getting inside. But once in, he kicks it shut. Something about the extra privacy just gets him; makes him feel like he can do anything he wants.

Even when he lays you down on your bed, his body doesn’t leave. His lips trail down your neck, running sloppily over your skin while his hands get to work. He feels like he can’t stop himself, can’t even slow down. Thick fingers hook into the waistband of your yogas and intimate garments, sliding both down your legs in one go. And you lift your hips slightly for him, allowing him to do so. Once they’re tossed onto the ground near the foot of your bed, David reaches out, catching your left calf before you lay it back down. While tenderly holding your stare, he turns his head, kissing the soft flesh of your lower leg while doing so.

“Can I?” his lips mumble over your skin.

You feel breathless but sure, very sure of your next moves. Reaching forward, you bring him to you, and he allows you to. He crawls up the bed and over you, seemingly slower than before. Your eyes haven’t left one another’s, not until your lips connect. You can still feel the slight scruff growing along his jawline and cheeks, even some on his neck. And he notices when your fingers stroke the course hairs.

“You like it, huh?” he asks, leaning up to his knees.

He kneels between your spread thighs, quickly removing his shirt and dropping it at his side. He then dives back down, fingers immediately moving to your top. As you lean up for him, lifting your arms, your hands instantly return to his cheek and neck, forcefully bringing him back down.

“Baby, I love it,” you giggle, smiling over his lips. “You look so cute.”

“Cute, huh?” he asks, grinding himself in between your now naked legs. He’s still wearing his sweatpants, though; he’ll have to change that.

“David,” you chuckle once more, fingers caressing his cheeks and then his lower lip. “It’s so fucking sexy.”

When his mouth covers yours once more, he arches his back, fingers lowering to fumble with the strings on his pants. You assume he’ll step away to fully rid himself of his clothes, but he doesn’t. He side-steps out of them, a little clumsily, while remaining on top of you. The hot breaths of his hurried lungs fan over your face from his open mouth, his completely bare body now resting over yours.

“I like that better.” He tells you gruffly, lowering himself to your ear. David’s teeth nibble on your earlobe, nose running up the cuff. And the slightly sensual act makes your skin rise with goosebumps, making you release a shaky breath.

“You didn’t answer me before,” he continues, one hand steadying near the side of your head, the other leaving you completely. Dave drops his head to your chest, resting his forehead between your breasts. He then turns his head to the side, mouthing at your curves briefly before whispering, “Can I?”

The hand that had disappeared finds a home briefly between his thighs, grabbing himself and running a fist over his length. It’s not hard to, either; he’s not dry. His boxers were definitely damp when he removed them and honestly, he wants to see you lick the precum off.

Your hands guide him to your nipple, missing the feel of his hot mouth on your tender peaks. He moves with you willingly, and while he knows you’re enjoying every second of this, this still isn’t a clear answer.

“Baby,” you finally return, chest pushing up against him. He groans when you do this, biting into you when he finally runs his head up through your sex. It’s an unexpected sensation but not unwelcome, your blissful gasp immediately hitting the air. “Yes.”

As much as he loves to have his mouth on your tits, he shoots his head up, looking directly into your eyes. His pupils shift back and forth, flickering between the mesmerizing windows to your soul.

“I want you,”

“You have me,” you tell him with certainty. “You have me.”

Inside, his heart soars; he loves to hear you say it. It also gives him the confidence to move forward, shifting himself to your very center.

“Please,” you beg, hands lowering to his neck, fingers curling around and pulling him close.

Once again, his forehead rests over yours, a deep breath sucked into his lungs before closing his eyes. Slowly he breathes out, moving forward ever so slightly. But he doesn’t stop, he continues, the head of him just barely brushing through your folds.

Something about this feels incredibly monumental. Being sexual together was one thing, but actually having sex seemed to solidify this, seemed to scream this is real.

“D – David,” you whine, pressing your head back into your pillow.

He surrounds you, enters you, fully consuming you as his mouth moves to muffle your small cries. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders as he completely enters you, sliding inside your velvety warmth. And while he’d been trying to keep his composure, he can’t help but groan into your mouth. Every single inch he explores while diving deeper inside sends an incredible wave of euphoria through his body, feeling your muscles quiver beneath him. His own flex with the sensation of it, his chest tightening and releasing an almost pained groan when he’s entirely inside.

“Holy fuck,” he huffs out, pressing his body weight into you. He needs to feel closer to you, needs to be as close as he possibly fucking can to you. “This, you feel…”

“I love this,” you suddenly whimper out, tightening around him. The sudden clench of your heated walls makes his jaw drop, along with your words. They give him the confidence to speak his mind.

He says your name in the semi-darkness of your room, all of the lights in your apartment still off as you experience each other in this way. David’s skin is warm and taught above you, smelling of pine and tasting exactly like himself, exactly like that unique sensation you’ve come to crave.

And then, he says it again, alongside the motion of his hips. He’s gentle, the first few sways making you moan and gasp. You feel like you’re floating through air, feel like none of this could actually be real.

“I love you,” he then says, heightening the fantasy feeling of it all. “I want to take care of you.” he expresses to you, the steady rocking of his hips making your head swim with bliss.

“Baby,” you look up, lifting your head. Did he really just say that to you? “You…”

He uses his right hand to cup your face, breaths quickening above you. “I love you.” he tells you before you can even ask, brows folding in the center when he feels your legs begin to loop around him. He loves the feeling of that, loves to know, even without you saying it, how much you want him.

“You don’t have to say it back, I know, I know it’s a lot.” He tells you, picking up his pace.

The thick drag of his cock along your walls makes your eyes roll back, makes your hips shudder each time he thrusts back in.

“But I want this, I want you so bad, sweetheart. Want to take care of you,” he tells you again. And then he thinks back to those he has cared for in his life, and due to his line of work, his next words come naturally. “I want to protect you.”

“David,” you whine, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts, causing a stuttered groan to float from his throat. “I love you, baby. You need to know that I love you, too. I love everything about you.”

Right now, he’s not anyone else to you. He’s not Molly’s dad, he’s not Carol’s husband, he only exists as what he is to you; he’s yours, he belongs with you.

“You, you feel so… fuck…” your head drops back, and he takes it upon himself to slide his tongue up the column of your neck.

Your reciprocation makes his heart leap inside, making his entire body light up even more, if that were even possible. He can feel himself throb inside you, can feel the liquid leaking from his tip which is caused directly by you. Your muscles move below him, the ones in your stomach and sides and legs. He loves feeling this, along with your smooth skin, as both rub against him. He likes the feeling of your tits pressed against him, likes feeling your plush curves move and slide below him, right against his chest.

“I knew you’d feel this good.” He says with a laugh of disbelief, picking up on your unfinished words. “I always knew it. You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen, in my whole entire life, baby. Will you let me take care of you, baby girl?”

“Yes, baby, I want that. I want that, yes please.” You cling to him desperately, fully hooking your legs around his lower back.

“Fuck, I fucking love it when you do that.” he growls against you, baring his teeth briefly as he hammers himself down into you.

“David!”

“David?” he asks, and you become confused. “Or something else?”

This makes you laugh briefly, airily. You of course know what he’s referring to.

“Say it, baby.” He says, almost cockily. “Say it to me.”

“D… Da…”

He leans in, smiling next to your ear, his hips now snapping into you. “Call me daddy.”

Detailed Chapter Summary

After confirming your relationship with him, the two of you have a movie night, David taking the liberty to pay for the food. While laying on the couch together, you share a few intimate conversations, with David eventually finding himself between your legs again.

A call from Carol cuts his weekend visit short. When he gets home, she tells him that she found your hair ties and panties in David's room, but she obviously doesn't know they're yours.

You and Molly decide to go to a frat party, which David finds out about when he looks at your Snapchat story. Seeing you surrounded by men sparks a rage of jealousy inside him. He texts you to go home, breaking into your apartment by picking your lock so he's there when you get back. This is when he takes you to your bed, finally making you his.

One-Shot: Obsessed

(Preceding Chapter Eight)

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Sanji is weird about werewolf boyfriend at first, treating him kind of like chopper or a child while also seeing him as a fellow food professional. Then Sanji gets his worldview upended when he walks in on reader and Zoro fucking

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Sideline Love ~ Chapter 22 ~ ... Wonderful

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?

Word Count: 2.6K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol); labor and delivery

A/N: Penultimate Chapter but baby Evans arriving...

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

And just like that, Becca was nervous.  It was a month later, now into her sixth month, Becca was nervously getting ready.  She pulled her blonde curls to the side, pulling a hair tie as her engagement ring blinked at her.  She took a steadying breath as she looked in the mirror.  Her brown eyes sparkled even with worry etched in her face.  

“Angel? Are you ready?” 

Becca looked up at Chris and took him in.  The man lived in sweats and t-shirts, so it was truly shocking to see him in a blue button down and slacks.  Her libido shot up and Chris could see it in her eyes.  “Angel, we have to…” 

“We have time,” she pouted. She placed her hands on his chest, sliding them around. 

“No, we don’t.  I promise, after.”  

“We have lunch after,” she whined.  

Chris chuckled.  He wrapped his arms around his fiancé, his baby momma. “Promise, if you are a good girl, I’ll do the thing.” He kissed her sweetly.  

“Promise?” 

“Promise Angel. Now, c’mon. We’re gonna be late.” Chris helped Becca down the stairs where Charlie was watching cartoons, Dodger’s head in her lap. “Let’s go munchkin.”  

“But daddy…” 

“No buts.  Everyone is waiting for us.”  

Charlie huffed as she got off the sofa and put on her sweater with an assist from Chris.  “Why do I hafta wear a dress, Daddy?” 

“It’s a special day peanut,” Becca explained.  “I’m wearing a dress.”  

Charlie pondered that for a moment before nodding and heading for the door.  “Can Dodger come?” 

“Not today”, Chris said as he grabbed the keys and the family made it out the door.  Twenty minutes later, they made it to their destination and walked up the steps where Robert was waiting for them.  

“Hey guys! I’ve got all the paperwork.  You ready?” 

Chris smiled. “We’re ready.”  

Shoes clicked against the marble of the lobby as Robert directed everyone to the right room.  When they entered, Becca stopped.  It was full.  The courtroom was full of their friends, family and teammates. Chris squeezed her hand and pulled her forward.  They sat at the table in front, Charlie in Chris’s lap.  

All rise.”  The bailiff called out to the court. Everyone stood up as the judge entered.  

“Please be seated.”  The judge organized his papers and when he looked up, Becca recognized him as the same judge from the custody hearing. Her grip on Chris’s hand tightens slightly and he looked down at her with concern.  She shook her head slightly and she stared at the man. The judge smiled when he saw Becca.  “Miss Rooney, I’m glad to see you here under much more pleasurable circumstances.”  

She didn’t make a sound, but the judge chuckled.  “Don’t worry, I am happy for this outcome.  Now, let’s get to business. Is the child, Charlotte Julia Rooney, present?” 

Robert whispered into Charlie’s ear, and she nodded.  “Present!” She raised her hand, to the chuckle of the entire court.  

“Excellent.  And the adopting parent, Christopher Robert Evans?” 

“Present, sir,” Chris said.  

“All documents are in order?” 

“They are, sir,” Robert said.  “The home study, financial review and consent to termination of rights from the natural father, Thomas Brady.”  

“Just confirming that the natural father understands that he no longer will have any rights to the child in question as of today?” The judge turned his head to look at the crowd, causing Becca to frown.  Until she heard… 

“I understand, your honor.”  Tom stood up in the court. Becca held her breath. “I just want what’s best for Charlotte and that’s Mr. Evans.”  

“That’s very noble of you Mr. Brady. Ok, well, that part is settled.  Mr. Evans, do you accept responsibility for the upbringing of Charlotte?” 

“Yes, I do.” Chris beamed at the judge.  

“And Miss Rooney, you are ok with Mr. Evans taking on a permanent, parental role for your child?” 

“Yes,” she whispered.  She cleared her throat, “yes, sir,” she said louder.  It was overwhelming, Tom’s admission on top of this day finally happening.  

“Excellent.  Very well.  In the case of adoption for Charlotte Julia Rooney, I hereby grant full parental custody to Rebecca Ann Rooney and Christopher Robert Evans, effective immediately.  I have also included an order to have her last name amended so she will be known hereafter as Charlotte Julia Evans.”  

He paused and he looked at the couple.  “It’s rare to have a family custody dispute end with consent from the natural parent and with enthusiasm but it’s clear that you three, well, four are a family.  Congratulations on your new arrival and your impending marriage.  This court is adjourned.” He hit his gavel and the court erupted in cheers.  

Chris wrapped his arms around his girls and Becca cursed her hormones as she began to cry.  The nightmare of Tom’s custody battle, the fight for Chris’s position on the team, the possibility of leaving home, their surprise baby and now having Chris actually be Charlie’s father had gotten to her. She sobbed as Chris rubbed her back. “Its ok, Angel. We made it, don’t cry.”  

“Don’t cry Mama. I love you.”  Charlie petted her head, being up higher than normal to Becca.  

Becca calmed and Scarlet pulled her away to give her a hug and to wipe her face a little before releasing her to her family.  Lisa had Chris and Charlie wrapped in a hug, while her parents were hugging each other.  But Becca could see the one face that was still in the room, smiling but a look of pain in the eyes.  She walked over careful.  “Hi Tom.”  

“Hi Becca. You look beautiful.”  

“Thanks. Umm, you didn’t have to come down here.”  

“Yes.  Yes, I did.  I wanted to say sorry again.  For putting you through all of this. It wasn’t fair on anybody.” Tom bowed his head.  

“I forgive you.” His head snapped up and saw her smile. She extended her hand and Tom shook it.  

“If you need anything, for yourself or Charlie, just let me know.  I may not be her father anymore, but I still want to make sure you both are taken care of.”  

“I appreciate it.” She turned to see Chris looking at her curiously. “I better get back.”  

“Right.  Well congratulations on everything.  He’s a lucky man.” Tom nodded to Chris and walked out of the courtroom.  

“What did he want?” Chris asked, wrapping an arm around Becca’s waist.  

“To say sorry and congratulations.” Becca leaned into her fiancé. “Said if Charlie ever needed anything to let him know.”  She shrugged. “If it helps his conscience…” 

Chris frowned. “You know I’ll take care of my family, right?” 

“Of course, Chris. I’m not worried about that.” She looked up at him and could see something in his eyes.  “Baby, you have taken better care of us than anyone else bar my parents. I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t think you would be the best parent or husband.  I love you.”  

“I love you too Angel.” He sighed and kissed the top of her head.  “I’m sorry for being an idiot.”  

“You’re forgiven.” She looked around the room.  “I guess we need to get to celebrating with this lot.”  

“Yeah, your dad organized a luncheon at the team facility and Ma is going to take Charlie with her tonight.”  

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love your mother?”  

** 

Spring turned to Summer and the end of summer brought in a new season of football.  Chris and Becca spent the summer planning their wedding, selecting a Saturday in April, two years to the date of when their first met.  

Now she found herself in her last days of pregnancy, walking with her daughter and fiancé to the stadium.  It was the home opener once again and Chris was nervous.  He always was until right before when Becca would call and remind him that she was in his corner, always.  As he walked his heavily pregnant fiancé in, he asked her question after question.  “Are you sure you’re ok? Do you need anything?  Its going to be ok that you’re here, right? Because I don’t want you to go into labor and…” 

“Christopher!” 

He stopped.  “Again with the full name,” he sighed.  

“Baby, you’re driving me crazy.  Listen, please do no worry about me ok?  Your mom, my mom, my dad, Scarlett, Lizzy and Ashley are all going to be in the box with me. My maternity bag is with me just in case.  I promise, they will call to the field if, and only if, that happens, so don’t call after every series.  Your head,” she tapped his forehead, “is in the game until otherwise, you hear me?” 

“But…” 

“Ok, I’m going home where no one will be.”  

“NO! No, ok, I’m sorry.  Just worried about you and our peanut, ok?” 

“I know. And baby, there is an ambulance here, just in case, so it will be fine. I love you.”  

“I love you too.” He sighed and pressed his forehead to hers. “You and Charlie and Peanut are the most important things to me. I’m sorry.”  

“Its ok baby.  Throw a touchdown for me, ok?” 

He smiled and kissed her forehead. “You got it Angel.”  He looked up to see her father waiting.  “Thanks for getting here early.”  

“Not a problem Chris. Less mob is less stress.  Have a good game.”  

The family made sure Becca was comfortable, well as comfortable as being nine months allowed her to be before kick-off.  The Steelers had won the opening season game against the Ravens on the road but now hosted the Dallas Cowboys.  Chris was brilliant for the first half, throwing one touchdown and running in another. He called up during half time. 

“Are you…” 

“You finish that sentence Evans and we’re getting a divorce.”  

Chris chuckled. “Can’t divorce me if we ain’t married yet Angel.” 

“Try me. I’m fine. You are doing great. How’s the shoulder?” 

“Feels good. Thanks Angel. I’ll see you after. Love you.”  

“Love you too.”  

As she hung up, Becca felt a twinge in her abdomen. It stopped her for a second but then went away. She shook it off and continued to watch the game.  About half way into the third quarter, Becca stood up to get a water but doubled over in pain, crying out.  In a flash, Avery and Lisa were at her side. “Becca?” 

“I’m ok, but… owww!  Ok,” she panted, “I think this boy wants out.” She looked at her family with tears in her eyes.  

“Alright, lets get to the cars,” Avery said as Ashley scooped up the maternity bag.  

“Charlie?” Becca called.  

“I have her Bex,” Scarlett replied.  

“Let me call down to the field.” Rick turned to the field phone and called down for Chris.  

She tries to listen as Rick talked to Ben, but the pain drowns everything out. “Daddy?” 

“Ok baby, Ben is getting Chris.”  Rick took her hand.  “You squeeze if you need to.”  

“It hurts, daddy,” she sobbed as she tried to walk down to the exit.  The pain gripped her again, weakening her knees.  

“Avery, get the paramedics up here!” Rick yelled as security cleared the people around them and laid Becca down. “Its ok baby, its gonna be fine.  Just breathe.”  

It took the paramedics two minutes to arrive and put Becca on a stretcher. “She’s going to Mercy.  Anyone riding with her?” 

“I am,” Avery said as they rushed to the ambulance.  Just as they pulled away, Chris came running up, still in his uniform.  “What the hell happened?” 

“She went into labor, and she was in a lot of pain,” Rick explained.  “Go get changed and I’ll drive you.”  

** 

Becca could swear that she was being torn in half.  As soon as she arrived at the hospital, her water broke, and she was 8 centimeters dilated with no sign of Chris.  “Momma,” she pleaded with her mother.  “Make it stop.  He’s supposed to be here.”  

“He’s coming Becca.”  

“I need him, I… oh god, I think… I think I need to push.”  

The nurse overheard her.  “Ok, let me grab the doctor.”  She ran out of the room as Becca began to cry.  

“Why is this so fast?  I was in labor for 26 hours with Charlie,” she cried.  

“I don’t know, honey, just stay calm.  It’s gonna be ok.”  The door opened and the doctor came in.  

“Becca, I’m gonna check, ok?”  Becca nodded and the doctor did his exam.  “You are at 10 centimeters and fully effaced so its time to push.”  

Becca shook her head. “No, I can’t.  My fiancé, the father, he’s not here yet.”  

“Becca, I’m sorry but your body’s gonna do this regardless.”  He turned to the nurses.  “Let’s get prepped for delivery.”  

She looked up at her mom.  “He can’t miss this.”  

“He won’t.  He’ll…” the doors opened, and Chris ran in, still breathing hard from running.  

“Did I miss it?” 

“Chris!” Becca cried, tears of pain, joy, frustration, relief at the sign of her love finally with her.  

Chris ran to her side and took her hand, kissing her sweaty forehead.  “I’m sorry Angel.  Traffic was a nightmare.  Where are we?”  

Avery smiled.  “We are getting ready to push.  Just in time.”  

“Alright.  You must be dad?” The doctor smiled. “Alright Becca, next contraction, give me a big push.”  

Becca took a breath and bear down, pushing as hard as she could. She breathed hard, looking at Chris.  “You are never touching me again.”  

“Whatever you say Angel.  C’mon, one more time,” he held her hand and body up to push, smiling to himself.  

After 20 minutes, Becca stopped.  “I can’t.” 

“Yes, you can Angel.  You are the strongest woman I know.” Chris leaned down to her.  “You are my Angel, and you can do anything.  One more, baby, give me one more.”  

Becca gritted her teeth and pushed.  “The head is out,” the doctor announced.  “One more push!” And suddenly a wail filled the room as Becca laid down.  

“Congratulations, a perfect baby boy!” 

“He’s here?”  Becca looked at Chris and then her chest as her new baby was placed on her.  “Hi! Hi baby! Hi!” As tears streamed down her face.  

“Oh my god, Becca, he’s beautiful.”  Chris stared at his son as his own tears fell.  “Thank you, Angel. Thank you.”  He kissed her forehead as his son began to settle with the warmth of his mother.  

“Ok, mom, we need to take some measurements and get you cleaned up so we need to take him.”  

“Take him?” Becca panicked.  “Chris?” 

“I’m going with him.  Relax Angel.  You did amazing.” He kissed her softly and then followed his son to the other side where he was measured and weighed.  As they cleaned up the goo on him, Chris couldn’t explain the feeling of warmth spreading in his chest.  It was just like with Charlie, a pure love that was just there now.  

“Ready dad?” The nurse smiled as she picked up his son.  

“Yeah, I…” 

“Open your shirt so he can feel you.  Skin to skin is the best bonding right now.” Chris did as she said, and she laid this tiny human onto his chest.  

“Hi son.  Hi.” He cradled him as he settled against him.  

“Does he have a name?” 

Becca smiled.  “Benjamin Richard Evans. Ben.”  

“Well happy birthday Ben.” The nurse produced the Steelers signature towel, the Terrible Towel and placed it over the baby, a tradition at Mercy.  “Welcome to Steelers Country.” 

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[lostusagis]

( WARNING: Horny Kamui headcanon under the cut, tread with caution. )

( Can't remember if I ever wrote about how Kamui is when he's getting sucked off tbh. HONESTLY, he'd be really impressed if his lover manages to take his whole cock into their mouth given his size abnormal size. He's a bit of a sadist too, might thrust into their mouth just to see what kind of reaction he'd get. The sight of them gagging on his cock will absolutely drive him insane. He's going to be teasing them about it too.

Definitelyyyy the type to pull hair, he has a really strong, tight grip too so once he laces his fingers through his lover's hair well, good luck to them. Reminder he's not aware of how much strength he uses a lot of the time since he's not used to regulating it given how often he fights y'know. I really recommend that he's told about this or he won't know if he's hurting them. If he finds out he did hurt them after without realizing he'll feel REALLY bad.

But yeah sucking him off would absolutely leave him a fucking mess, cursing under his breath and everything. Tbh he.... he really likes the sight of his lover covered in his cum too so yeaaaah.... )

[demonscantgothere]

Beasts of the Hill and Serpents of the Den by Helholden - Chapter Seven: Crossing That Line [NSFW]

Werewolf/Beauty and the Beast AU. Takes place during the First Age on an alternate timeline on the island of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the Isle of Werewolves, one of Sauron's former strongholds. Instead of sending his wolves out to kill Finrod, Sauron demands an exchange for his life. Galadriel offers herself.

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien

Warnings: Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, F/M, Work in Progress

Relationship(s): Galadriel/Sauron, Galadriel/Halbrand

Tags: Alternate Universe - Beauty and the Beast Fusion, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, First Age, Alternate Timelines, Beauty and the Beast Elements, Werewolves, Magic, Kidnapping, Slow Build, Seduction, Power Imbalance, Conversations, Walks In The Park, Ballroom Dancing, Hunters & Hunting, Bathing/Washing, Hair Washing, Drunken Flirting, Flirting, Masturbation in Bathroom, Voyeurism, Dirty Jokes, Dirty Talk, Sharing Body Heat, Sharing a Bed, Tenderness, Vulnerability, Cuddling & Snuggling, Eventual Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Mind Sex, Dream Sex, Consensual Mind Control, Mutual Masturbation, Bad BDSM Etiquette, BDSM, Bondage and Discipline, Rope Bondage, Dom/sub, Dom/sub Play, Dom/sub Undertones, Power Play, Blindfolds, Sensory Deprivation, Praise Kink, Body Worship, Rough Kissing, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, Biting, Master/Servant, Master/Pet, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sauron Being an Asshole, Sauron Kidnaps Galadriel and Seduces Her, that's the plot, That's it, that's how this works, Finrod Will Show Up Again Later and Try to Rescue Galadriel

Chapter Summary:

Halbrand stepped closer to her until there was no distance between their bodies, and he leaned against her with his hand still on her waist. The hand holding her chin slid around to the back of her head, cradling her hair, and he brought his face close to her ear. “You could go up to your room, lock and bar your door, and I’ll come to you like I did in your dream. My hands will never touch your body. I will be down here, and you will be safe and alone in your room. It will all be up here . . . ” Gently, his hand ran over her head and his fingers combed through her hair, and Galadriel trembled in response to that. “It won’t be real, but it will feel real. Then, you can decide. If your answer is still no, I’ll accept that, and no line will have ever been crossed between us.”

Galadriel breathed heavily through her mouth, feeling her limbs shake. This was insanity. Was she even considering it? His hand played with her hair by her shoulder, and she felt him pull away from her at last. Both of his hands settled with a light touch onto her shoulders, and Galadriel looked up at him. He was looking directly down at her, his expression solemn as he regarded her.

“Just go up to your room,” Halbrand repeated in a soft voice, his hand straying from her shoulder to caress her cheek with his thumb. “Lock and bar your door. I’ll stay here.”

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[solaceinabandonment]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: The Coffin of Andy and Leyley (Visual Novel) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Andrew/Ashley, Ashley/Andrew Characters: Andrew, Ashley Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Kissing, Biting, Starvation, Imprisonment, Protective Siblings, Siblings, Nicknames, Brother-Sister Relationships, Brother/Sister Incest, Love Confessions, French Kissing, Codependency, Teasing, Rough Kissing, Scratching, Hair-pulling, Nipple Licking, Marking, Forbidden Love, Sibling Incest, Rough Sex, Creampie, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Bruises, Literal Sleeping Together, nipple pinching, leg lock Summary:

Ashley and Andrew find comfort from their torment in each other's words and actions. Many lines are crossed in record time.

[juanarc-thethird]

An Opportunity Has Arrive Part 14 (Fathers day edition) 

At Lunch time with team RWBY and JNPR

Weiss: Guys! I have great news!!

Yang: Wow, you are excited.

Weiss: How can I not be? This is the best news I have received in my entire life.

Ruby: Oh My God!! Tell me Tell me!!!

Weiss: My mom is divorcing my dad!!

Nora: That's awesome!!

Pyrrha: *Smiles* Good for your mom.

Weiss: But that is not all. I will have a little brother or sister!

Blake: Wait, she got pregnant by your dad and then she divorced him?

Weiss: *Smiles* Nope, my dad is not the father.

Jaune: *spits out his drink* *nervous* Who-Who-Who is the father?

Weiss: She says that she will tell me later, but that she is a wonderful person. To be honest, I don't care who he is. As long as it's better than my dad, I'm happy

Blake: *Upset she looks at Jaune* We'll see about that.

Suddenly Winter arrives at their table and sees her sister very happy.

Winter: I see our mother told you the good news.

Weiss: Winter! Yes, she told me everything. by the way, what are you doing here? I thought you were busy today.

Winter: Something came up and I need Jaune's help to figure it out.

Winter turns to look at Jaune for a brief moment in the same way that Blake looked at him a moment ago.

Jaune: I-I'm sorry Winter, but I have training after this with Pyrrha, *Looks at Pyrrha* right?

Pyrrha: Oh, you can go.

Jaune: What?

Pyrrha: It's okay, you can go help her.

Jaune: But my training...

Pyrrha: It's fine, a day that you don't exercise won't hurt you. Go help her.

Jaune: But-

Winter: *Grabs Jaune by the collar of his shirt* Thank you very much Pyrrha. Come with me, Jaune. We have a lot to talk about.

Jaune: *Quietly* Help me

Blake: Excuse me, but I'm leaving too. I remembered that today is the last day to return a book that I borrowed from the library.

Ren: *Quietly to Nora* Do you think he's going to be okay?

Nora: *Quietly* Relax, we're talking about Jaune. They won't hurt him.

Ren: *Quietly* I hope you are right.

Meanwhile in Winter's private room.

Winter: I think you already know why I brought you here.

Jaune: *Scared and on his knees* I-I have an idea.

Blake: Say it.

Jaune:....

Blake: Say it!

Jaune: Ok! ok, I... I got your mom pregnant!

The two girls look at him with a lot of anger.

Jaune: I'm sorry! I will take full responsibility! I'll make sure she and my baby have everything they need! I'll do whatever it takes to make this right!

Winter: *Begins to undress while still angry* Oh you're going to do this right, I assure you.

Jaune: *Blushing* What are you doing?!

Blake: *Also begins to undress* How dare you get a Schnee pregnant.

Jaune: *Red* What is going on?!

Winter: *In her White underwear* What's going on? I'll tell you what's going on. You got my mom pregnant…!

Jaune: But-!

Winter: ...before you got me pregnant!

Jaune: Huh?!

Blake: *Also in her black underwear* You mean before he got ME pregnant!

Jaune: Blake?!

Winter: *Angry* What are you taking about?! You told me that your relationship with him is just to get rid of an itch.

Blake: It is!

Winter: So why are you here?!

Blake: *Angry and blushing* Because!

Jaune: Blake, do you... do you like me?

Blake: *Red* No!

Winter: So you don't like him?

Blake: I didn't say that!

Winter: *Smug* It seems that this kitty does not want to be honest with herself. Well, if you don’t see him that way, you won't mind if I ride him first.

Blake: Back off!

Winter: Make me.

Jaune: (Jaune, this is getting out of hand. Do something!!)

Jaune gets up, takes each girl with each of his arms.

Winter: What are you doi- *Gets a deep kiss by Jaune*

Blake: Why are you kissing her- *Also gets a deep kiss by Jaune*

After the kiss the two girls are calm and a bit submissive.

Jaune: No more fights, okay.

Blake/Winter: Okay~

Jaune: Now you two lay down on the bed and I'll take care of the rest.

Blake/Winter: Okay~

Jaune: *He begins to undress* I hope you two don't have plans, because we'll be here all day~

Blake/Winter: *Happy horny noises*

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Jaune was able to save the day, but what will happen in the future? And what is going on with Blake? Does she love our lovable idiot or is she just confused?

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

the only good thing to come out of the tegridy farms arc is randy/twinkified towelie

[jayteacups]

I have some ideas for Kinktober…