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Year posted - 2020
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"Would you like a cup of tea?" Charles asked you as he peered into your little office. "What?" Your frowned in confusion, not having heard his question properly. "Would you like a cup of tea?" He repeated, this time pushing his little tea trolley into your office. "Oh um I'm not sure." You rubbed the back of your neck. "I've never had proper British tea." You shrugged a little, making Charles frown a little himself. "Where ya from?" He asked while leaning against one of the two chairs seated across from your desk. "America... I thought that was obvious." (Y/n) chuckled softly. "Well I suspected as much, but I thought I'd ask... So would you like to try proper British tea?" He smiled a little, a smile that was hidden behind his mustache, titling his head a little when you eyed the trolley. "Sure." You smiled before standing from your seat to approach him. "How would you like it?" He asked as he poured your cup. "How do you take it?" You watched the cup fill, a little mesmerized. "Three sugars and a touch of cream. I've got a weakness for sweets." Charles confused with a twinkle in his eyes. "Sounds lovely, I'll try that." You nodded your head having made up your mind. "Right." Charles grinned from ear to ear, making you giggle softly. "Thank you Charles." You mused taking the cup from his hands, your fingers brushing his softly, causing a shiver to run up Charles spine. "Whatda think?" He tilted his head again watching you intensely as you sipped the warm drink. "It's wonderful, thank you Charles." You licked your lips savoring the sweetness, unknowingly having an effect on Charles. "You are very welcome my sweet." He winked before leaving your office, pleased that he had made you blush with his words, and the simple little wink.
“I think you need to be taught a fucking lesson.” He ground out roughly. His voice was deep and low, a sound that rumbled deep within his chest before rolling past his lips. The door behind him was bolted, locked and securing you away inside. You were trapped. It was your fault though, you’d been silly enough to wander down the corridor he was tucked away in and then even more foolish enough to converse with him.
Charles Bronson was very manipulative. Very attractive. He could be sweet if he wanted to be. And that was exactly how you’d wound up coming into his cell. The room was cold, grey, and dusty. It wasn’t welcoming at all and you found it quite difficult to get comfortable in the boring room. You perched yourself down on the edge of his bed before twisting your hands in the front of your blouse. He’d never hurt you. You knew that much. So then why was your stomach churning with nerves?
“Why’s that?” You whispered breathily. Your voice was flooded with the same nerves that tickled your tummy, dripping evidently with worry that a switch would flip inside him and the violence that he exposed to the guards would be thrusted upon you. Once again, you knew that he’d never ever harm you — but the worry was still present.
You were the Prison guard’s helper. His little assistant. His pride and joy. His daughter. He was so reluctant when he’d agreed to hire you because he didn’t want any of the men here to mess with you. For the most part, they didn’t. Nobody wanted time added on to their sentence or to be tucked away in a cell in a secluded part of the prison. Nobody except Charles Bronson.
He never bothered to bite his tongue or think about what he was saying when it regarded you. He’d made it clear to you on many different occasions that he had high intentions to fuck you silly, but you’d always brushed off his little comments because you knew there was no way that he’d ever get you alone. You were, in all truth, all for it. It was a bit thrilling to do something so forbidden...
“Prancing around here all day long, hovering outside my cell, sunshine.. if you wanted me, you know, all you had to do was open the fucking door.” He approached your knees, bent so your calves could lazily swing.
“I have duties, Mr. Bronson, and keeping a close eye on you alongside my other tasks are top priority. You’re the biggest threat here.” You informed him before slowly drawing your bottom lip in so you could suckle on it.
“How’s it feel?” He lowered his thick fingers to the belt that circled his waist. “To be stuck inside with me?” The fastening on the belt clinked softly, metal scraping metal as he undid it at a very slow pace. He wanted your mind to spin and your head to scream at you for being stupid enough to venture into his private space. He wanted you to know how absolutely idiotic you were for coming into his cell where he could feast on you and nobody in the prison would know.
Bronson was so much bigger than you. A boulder in comparison to a pebble. You swallowed thickly before slowly placing your fingers on knees. Smoothing down your trousers, you peered up at the threatening bloke who seemed to be growing cockier and louder the longer he looked at you. “You won’t hurt me.”
“It’s not about pain, sunshine. But you, yeah, you’ve got no idea what I’m capable of.” He whispered thickly before shrinking toward you. “Too much pleasure will become unbearable and you’ve just locked yourself away in here with me for god knows how long.”
“Maybe I did it intentionally.” You bit back before slowly standing. The bed creaked noisily at the loss of your weight being applied to the wood. Standing in front of him bravely, you stared up at him with a hardened stare before pushing past him.
“You intentionally locked yourself in a cell with me?” His stomach flooded with pride, a significant feed to his ego.
You rolled your eyes at his question. “Oh shut it.” You moved to the door. Your fingers grazed the cold handle before moving to the small hatch. Pushing it open, you called for someone to come and assist you, but it was silent.
“Guards don’t often venture down this far, now, do they? Seeing as I am probably their least favorite prisoner.” He bit his cheek roughly and watched the way your hips swayed.
“Their goal in life is to avoid you.” You murmured before letting out a breathy sigh as you rotated to face him. “And I’m not suppose to be anywhere near you.” You pouted childishly. He found it rather cute.
“Daddy’s not my biggest fan, eh?” He chortled before moving toward you, forcing you to step back each time. “Tell me, Y/n, why you spend so much time hanging around this area if you’re meant to avoid it at all costs?” The question didn’t need an answer. He saw the attraction you felt for him, simmering in your gaze. “And why did you intentionally put yourself in my cell?”
Your back hit the wall behind you, forearms folding over the front of your stomach as your eyes slid along the length of his face. “I..” It was hard to form a coherent thought when being so close to him and he seemed to relish in the affect he had over you. “came into your cell because you lured me in.” You murmured honestly. “but I wasn’t exactly worried about it. You’ve always been so harmless.”
Prison guards left with bloody noses, missing teeth, bruised cheeks and achy necks after getting into brawls with Bronson.
He laughed audibly, the shaky sound flooding the entirety of the room. “Harmless?” His fingers brushed along the navy blue tank top he wore. “You think I’m harmless?”
“When it comes to women.” You defended. “Not so much when it comes to men in charge..” The shakiness in your breath contradicted the words that left your lips. If he was so harmless, why did you tremble? You weren’t ever afraid of him before. Shaking as you stood before him. It was because you were alone.
When bringing him lunch or assisting him alongside other guards, you held your chin up, fluttered your lashes, flirted with him when he flirted with you. But this, this was a completely different woman stood before him.
“Then why are you shaking?” He whispered hoarsely as he approached you completely. Bronson lifted his hand and placed it on the wall beside your head. Trapping you once again. He stared down at you with an intense stare, urging you to open up. When you didn’t speak right away though, he took it upon himself to fill in the silence. “Is it because you’re not use to messing around with boys much bigger than you? Not use to being secluded with someone so.. threatening?”
“I’m not afraid of you, Mr. Bronson.” You informed him before letting out an audible sigh. Laying your hand against his belly in order to push him back, you halted at the tight skin that resided beneath the fabric. Letting your fingertips trace the muscles, your brows creased. “You’re running out of time, you know. You’ll only have me stuck in here with you for a limited amount of time. My father has someone checking on my whereabouts every thirty minutes.” Your eyes locked on to his own.
“Is that your way of telling me to get on with it?” He lifted his large hand to your cheeks. Pinching them tenderly, his hand stroked your warm skin before gliding down to your throat. He squeezed it delicately before leaning in so his hot breaths tickled your parted lips. “I don’t want to rush this. And I won’t. I don’t care who’s on the other side of that door.” Your head tipped back slightly, hum leaving your lips as you shut your eyes.
“You’re all talk. I’ve been in here for at least ten minutes and you haven’t done anything to me... I know the second the guards are lined up outside and my daddy’s stood at the back, demanding they come in and get me.. you’re fucked.” The word sounded so wrong leaving your lips. You drew the pink flesh in and nibbled on it before lifting your other hand to rest on his stomach beside the first one.
“It’s you that’ll be fucked and your daddy won’t be too happy about that, will he?” His hand fell to your wrist. Gripping it, he lifted it swiftly and drew it around his strong shoulders. “Peeking through the peephole to see if his babygirl is okay..” He leaned in and pressed his lips against your ear. “Only to find her slumped on the bed with her trousers around her ankles and her blouse torn open.” He let his lips graze your ear lobe, pinching it tenderly. “You’ll be a moaning, groaning, panting mess when I’m finished with you.”
Bronson tightened his grip on your throat before pulling you off the wall and pushing you toward the bed. He was firm. Forceful. But not causing any pain. You collapsed on the bed with a noisy swallow before laying down on your back. Watching him intently as he lowered his hands to his belt, you shivered excitedly. The sound of the leaky sink in the corner mixed with the dull tinking of his belt. He unfastened the strap much quicker than you’d expected, giving you no time at all to undress.
Bronson grunted heavily before moving toward the bed. He hunched over, palms finding your upper thighs so he could pry them open and lower himself down on top of you. He knelt between your legs, eyes trailing along the length of your face and then down the length of your body. You were beautiful. But he didn’t voice his thoughts. His fingers sunk into your skin, teeth gritting and jaw clenching as he held back the want to tear your clothes from your form and ram himself into you. It had been forever since he’d had sex so he knew he wasn’t going to be able to be too delicate with you. He was sure you knew that though.. he’d been in prison for what felt like forever.
Your fingertip lifted to his cheek, gliding along the soft surface lazily before you leaned up on your elbows and let your nose skim his own. Your lips parted slowly, residing centimeters from his own as your hot breaths mingled. You’d never ever thought you’d be given the chance to fool around with Charles Bronson. He was so dangerous. So watched. It was surprising to you that you’d been in the room long enough to have somewhat of a conversation with the bloke. You were sure someone was going to come knocking though, banging on the door as they demanded to know if you were in his room. They’d check all the rooms, of course, anxious to find your whereabouts.
“My daddy’s gonna have you transferred once he finds out what you’ve done to me.” You whispered quietly, attempting to bite back the little frown that pulled at your lips. Bronson lowered his head, purposefully avoiding your lips so he could instead assault your throat. His mouth was curious and careful, so different to his firm hands which continued to adjust your thighs, pushing and guiding as he dragged your legs around his hips.
“Will you miss me?” He let out a hoarse chuckle before letting his teeth playfully nip your flesh. His hands moved north, hooking in the waist of your trousers so he could pull them down and off of you. He struggled for a moment because of the position, but he managed to get the fabric down and around your knees before he moved his hands up to your blouse.
“No.” You lied breathily before placing your hand on the base of his bald head. Pulling his mouth back toward your own, you angled your head so your mouths could lock together perfectly. The warmth that flooded you was enough to draw a surprised whimper from your throat. You hadn’t expected to enjoy his touch this much.
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A/N: this is incomplete and I actually feel really shitty for just uploading it, but I will probably add a second part to it somewhere down the line — but right now I’m in a horrible place mentally, I can’t even form a coherent sentence when I try to write. I hope you enjoy what little of it I did get to finish ❤️
Kim had slowly gotten the message that you didn’t want to talk about Jared anymore, so she stopped mentioning him around you. She realized that your annoyance with him was more concentrated than usual. What you didn’t tell her was why.
You’d tolerated Jared just fine. Even though he and his friends were usually obnoxious and cocky, you’d endured him because for some reason, his face made Kim happy.
Until the diner incident.
Damn, why did that boy get to you? You hadn’t ever cared about him — or wanted to — but ever since he’d stormed out of that restaurant, his expression of pain and hurt stayed solidified in your memory like a bad dream you couldn’t shake off. Though, that couldn’t have been because of you. He surely couldn’t have heard how badly you’d insulted him. No one could have heard. You’d been quiet about it.
So him being angry and frustrated every time you saw him outside of school had nothing to do with you. Maybe something had happened with Paul and Embry. Maybe they’d gotten into a fight. Maybe they’d made fun of him one too many times — like you had.
Friday after school, you hurried to your car, eager to turn on the heating and warm yourself up. Kim had coaxed you into coming down to the res and sleeping over at her house, and though you weren’t a big fan of the sickly girly things she had planned, you desperately wanted to something to pull your thoughts away from Jared.
You’d promised to drive over to her place as soon as you grabbed a few things from home, which you assured her wouldn’t take too long. You quickly rushed up the front steps of your house and sprinted up to your bedroom, tossing your backpack in a corner and shoving essentials in an overnight bag.
As you walked out of your house, you stopped short in front of your car.
Jared Cameron was leaning against the driver’s side.
His arms were folded over his bare chest, eyes narrowed in the same frustration you’d witnessed at the diner. You almost wanted to turn back around and lock yourself in your house, but decided against it. If he’d managed to find out where you lived — although that wasn’t really very weird in a small town like Forks — then what he had to say must have held some degree of importance.
“What do you want?” you demanded. “I don’t have all day.”
Jared scoffed. “Why are you always pissed at me?” he asked. “Jeez, you’re always glaring and talking shit behind my back to Kim. Ease up, will you?”
It took you a little by surprise that he was so upfront about it. He wasn’t wrong, really, but he certainly hadn’t wasted time getting to the point.
“Yeah, well, I’m doing it for Kim’s sake,” you said.
“‘Cause she likes me?” Jared shook his head, almost remorsefully. “I thought by ignoring her, I was letting her down easy.”
You really weren’t all that surprised. He treated Kim like she was invisible. You just hadn’t expected him to be so aware. Most guys generally weren’t when it came to things like romance.
“You should have told her,” you said. “She thinks the two of you will get married one day.”
“You think she’ll appreciate you telling me that?” Jared laughed. “Some friend you are.”
You gritted your teeth. “If you’ve come here to berate me, you can leave.”
Jared smiled. Shit, he really does have nice lips, you thought. A nice everything.
“I need to show you something,” he said. “Can you drive?”
“What the hell are you playing at?” you fumed, furrowing your eyebrows.
“Absolutely nothing. I just need to show you something,” he repeated.
Though you wanted to refuse and tell him to get lost and never set foot on your property again, you were curious to find out more about the mystery that was Jared Cameron. So, you jerked your chin towards your car.
“Get in.”
“You sure you’re not going to murder me?” you teased.
Jared scoffed from in front of you, and though you couldn’t see his expression, you were sure he’d rolled his eyes. “Really,” he said, “is that how low you think of me?”
“Well, you’re in a gang,” you defended. “People talk. Everyone thinks you guys are in some sort of cult. How do I know you’re not getting ready to sacrifice me to some hippie god?”
His shoulders tensed, but his tone was forcedly light. “Don’t worry, I’d never do anything to hurt you.” It was such an odd statement, especially since you didn’t really know Jared Cameron all too well. But somehow, there was a heavy note behind his promise, as if he’d meant it from the bottom of his heart.
The two of you had been walking in the woods outside of La Push for a while and your legs were getting tired. You were supposed to have been at Kim’s house half-an-hour ago but Jared’s company was somewhat addicting. Though you knew it probably wasn’t smart to entrust yourself to him, especially considering the fact that you’d always adamantly claimed he was bad news, you couldn’t help it. There was something about him you couldn’t shake off.
You reached an opening in the trees, which gave way to a small clearing. Tall grass swayed softly in the breeze with a grace that made the movement look like a foreign dance. A crisp winter air scraped through your lungs sharply, but the pain felt oddly comforting to you.
“It’s beautiful here,” you marvelled. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”
Jared glanced at you and the corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a crooked smile. “You think I brought you out here to show you some grass?”
It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Very funny. Get on with it.”
His demeanour changed in an instant, face hardening gravely. It reminded you of the diner incident when you’d insulted him — though you still thought it was impossible for him to have heard you.
“(Y/N), please don’t freak out, okay? The last thing I want is for you to be afraid of me.”
You crossed your arms. “Why does it matter if I’m afraid of you?”
“Because believe it or not, what you think of me is important.” He grimaced.
“But then again, I already know what you think of me. What was I — the offspring of a toilet and a garbage can, with the personality of both?”
You changed colour. The nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you that he’d heard you at the diner had been right all along. “It was a joke. I didn’t mean it.” And looking at him, you really hadn’t. He wasn’t as bad as everyone else had made him out to be.
“Yeah, sure.” Jared sighed and then unbuttoned his shorts.
“Woah!” you exclaimed, shielding your eyes. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Showing you what I am.”
You cringed. “What you are? Jared, if you brought me out here to see you naked, what you are is a pervert.”
“You’re such a child,” he groaned. “Turn around if you’re so bothered.”
Reluctantly, you turned around and lowered your hands. Your face was burning at the thought of Jared without any clothes on. Though you were utterly confused as to why there was a need for him to take his clothes off in the first place, you couldn’t lie and say that you weren’t curious about what he’d look like naked. Imagining it made you warm all over, partly with excitement and partly with shame.
And then something wet nuzzled your palm. You wheeled back — and your heart almost stopped in shock.
Where Jared had once stood was a massive wolf, and massive was an understatement. On all fours, it was taller than you, with short and thick chestnut hair and black around its eyes. Your breath lodged itself in your throat, burying every scream with it. You paled and felt the earth beneath your feet sway, falling to your knees painfully.
Slowly, the wolf poked its nuzzle into your hand again and then lowered its gaze submissively. There was nothing threatening about it, despite its size. The fear you had initially felt was replaced by a numbing calmness.
“Jared?” you whispered.
The wolf nodded.
“So,” you began, “you’re not in a gang. You’re in a pack. And Sam Uley’s the Alpha?”
Jared nodded, eyes fixated on the road ahead.
“And you’re the Beta.”
Another nod.
“Why did you tell me out of all people? If it’s such a guarded secret, why let me in on it?”
He sighed, keeping one hand on the steering wheel of your car while rubbing his forehead with the other. “I wasn’t supposed to let anyone else know,” he started. “Sam’s orders have to be obeyed whether we want them to or not. But he said the only exception was if we imprinted.”
“What does that mean?”
Jared glanced at you out of the corners of his eyes. “Imprinting is when you find your soulmate. The person you’re supposed to be with. The one that was made just for you.”
You stared at him — at his unrecognizable expression — and breathed in shakily. “And I’m your imprint.”
He nodded again.
“Well, that makes me feel like a total idiot,” you moaned. “And Kim’s going to hate me so much.”
“(Y/N), even if I hadn’t imprinted on you, the chances of me getting with Kim would have still been slim to none.” Jared grinned. “You were more my type anyway.”
“That’s a shitty way to ask me out.”
“Oh, so now you want me to ask you out?” Jared teased. “You’re right, though. If we’re soulmates, we might as well get started on the whole mating thing — ow, jeez, don’t hit!"
If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.
Gif credit goes to - Unknown.
Year posted - 2020
Warnings - A little swearing.
Notes - None
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"I'm telling you Charlie you're going to love her." Phil gushed for the millionth time. "So you say." Charlie muttered still doodling in his sketch book, within the prisons art room. "She's a brilliant artist, a local celebrity really." Phil smiled to himself, before his eyes shot to the opening door of the room. "Phil." (Y/n) smiled at the man awaiting her at the bottom of the stairs, her heels clicking noisily as she descended said stairs. "(Y/n) its so lovely to see you." Phil chirped while pulling her into a friendly hug. "I was looking over those drawings you sent me." (Y/n) grinned from ear to ear. "I can't wait to meet the man behind the pen." She added before handing the drawings back to Phil. "Of course of course, he's right here. Charlie mate this is (Y/n)." Phil ushered Charlie over who was sitting quietly observing the two. "We've been waiting here for a little while now, eager for your arrival." Phil added as Charlie approached. "So you're Charlie Bronson? I've heard so much about you, I must say you are a man of reputation." (Y/n) mused while shaking his hand. "Yeah that's me." Charlie sighed under his breath, sounding almost bored. "I've looked over some of your work, and its quite charming really." (Y/n) said as she pointed to the drawings in Phil's hands. "Your style actually reminds me of an uncle of mine, from my father's side. Ironically enough he also spent some time in prison years ago." She continued, her complements fueling Charlie's ego. "Every year I come here in search of an apprentice, sometimes they remain my apprentice for a few years, like my last apprentice did. Sadly however he got on the wrong side of a local here, and got himself killed." (Y/n) wet her lips allowing Charlie a moment to process her words. "Phil here suggested that I take you under my wing, if you're interested of course." She smiled softly. "I don't think the Gov will allow me the privilege." Charlie pointed out, knowing the man hatted him. "Well just between us, he's had quite the crush on me since I started doing this whole apprenticeship thing. I'm confident I can convince him by simply batting my lashes at him." (Y/n) winked with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Is that so?" Charlie smirked a little, finding her rather amusing. "But only if you're interested of course, I'd rather avoid the man if I can. Makes my skin crawl that one." She frowned a little in disgust at the thought of the man. "Alright, what dose this internship entail?" Charlie asked while leaning against the table to his right. "Well first off, I'll be teaching you how to hone your skills as an artist, and help you to find your true potential, to the best of my abilities. I would be visiting you daily, for however long I see fit. Maybe even if you get yourself in trouble, seeings how the old creep can't seem to say no to me." She shrugged a little at the last comment. "Alright I'm in." Charlie nodded his head once, before going back to his original seat. "Okay I'll go see what I can do about the Governor." (Y/n) waved goodbye to Phil before leaving the room. "See I knew you'd like her." Phil smiled while Charlie simply grunted at him.
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The following day Charlie sat across from the Governor, in his little office. "I don't know how, but you've caught the interest of Miss (Y/n) (Y/l/n), and she wishes to take you as her new apprentice. I have granted her permission to due so, but I'm warning you now Charlie, if you so much as hurt a hair on her head, I'll have you locked in solitary for the rest of your stay here." The older man hissed, his threat only making Charlie smile. "What kind ov a man do you think I am, eh?" Charlie taunted, making the Governor roll his eyes. "I know exactly what kind of a man you are Charlie." The Governor sighed before waving him off. "She'll be here later today, and every day after until you mess up." He added as Charlie was being escorted out of his office.
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(Y/n) did in fact come back, just a few hours later. Meeting with Charlie in his cell of all places. "Right let's get to it yeah?" She shrugged her bag off of her shoulder and placed it on the foot of his bed, where she rummaged through it a moment later. "Ah here we are." She smiled as she pulled out the new materials she had brought with her. "These are for you." She handed them to Charlie, who slowly looked over everything she gave him. "I'd like to watch you draw if that's alright, I want to observe your process, and techniques." (Y/n) explained, smiling when Charlie sat at his desk. "You can watch, just try not to talk to much. Phil gets real annoying after awhile." Charlie glanced up at her as he began settling everything up. "Of course." She bowed her head a little, respecting his wishes.
As Charlie drew (Y/n) peered over his shoulder, fascinated by his technique, and rather pleased with his natural skills. "How's that?" Charlie leaned back in his chair, looking up at (Y/n), who grinned at him. "It's fantastic, tell me what does this mean to you?" She asked while leaning in a little closer observing the finer details, unknowingly pressing her breasts against Charlie's shoulder. "What?" He exhaled through his nose noisily, almost stunned by the sudden contact. "What does this all mean to you? If anything at all." (Y/n) asked while pulling away so she could properly look at his face. "It's just some of the things I felt while at the asylum." He cleared his throat, having calmed his nerves when she pulled away from him. "Interesting." (Y/n) hummed before going back to her bag. "I want you to try something for me Charlie." She muttered as she unfolded the large piece of canvas paper, she had pulled from her bag. "I want you to try copying this drawing, but in your own style." She explained before using her chewing gum to stick the paper to the wall above his desk. "What is it exactly?" He asked eyeing the strange looking drawing before him. "I'm not entirely sure yet, I drew this yesterday after I left here, I got some inspiration." She tilted her head a little, looking at her work. "Get some inspiration from me did ya?" Charlie teased. "I did actually, while I drew this I replayed our conversation together, remembering the way you held yourself, your facial expressions, mood, all of it really... And this is the product of that." (Y/n) explained, once again fueling Charlie's ego. "Is it a good thing or a bad thing?" He asked while looking from her to the drawing, finding it almost hypnotizing. "Personally I believe it's a good thing, but I guess like most art, it is what you make of it as the viewer." She looked back to Charlie, who seemed pretty pleased with her answer. "Right, well this might take a little while." He stated while scooting his chair in. "Take however long you need." (Y/n) hummed softly while clasping her hands behind her back. "You're welcome to sit on the bed if ya like." Charlie added before picking up his pencil. "Thank you Charlie." (Y/n) smiled before delicately setting on the edge of the mattress, trying to avoid making to much noise.
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For a little over two months now, (Y/n) has been working with Charlie. And it wasn't until today that he acted out, and got himself into trouble. But as she promised she convinced the Governor to allow her to still visit him. While Charlie sat in his cell, blood oozing a little from the gash on his head, he counted the seconds it took for (Y/n) to reach his cell. Her heels giving her away the second she stepped into his cellblock, clicking away as she approached. "I don't know why you bother." The guard opening Charlie's cell hissed at (Y/n), who in turn held her head up a little higher while glaring at the overweight man. "That's none of your concern." She spat back as the door opened, making Charlie smile the best he could with the muzzle they put on him.
"Christ." She muttered under her breath in surprise, completely stunned at the sight of him all bloody and bound. "Aye love." Charlie murmured the best he could, both blood and drool running down his chin. "What did they do to you?" She frowned before softly sitting on her knees across from him on the floor. "You'll dirty your dress." He almost frowned at the sight of his blood on the floor, as it began seeping into the soft fabric of her skirt. "I don't give a damn about the dress." She waved his comment off, more worried about him. "Besides you're more important to me than some old dress." She leaned forward dropping her voice so only Charlie could hear her. "I'm going to remove these wretched things, but you must remain quiet, otherwise we'll both be in trouble." She waited for Charlie to nod his head in agreement before reaching for the strap on the muzzle. "There." She sighed softly as she pulled the muzzle away from his face. "Alright could you turn for me?" She asked planning on removing the straight jacket. "Nah leave it I'm alright, besides if someone decides to barge in 'ere, you won't get in as much trouble for removing just the muzzle." Charlie pointed out making (Y/n) bite her lip softly. "Good point." She nodded her head agreeing with him.
"So tell me Charlie, what happened?" (Y/n) asked as she removed a handkerchief from her handbag, slowly wiping away some of the blood from his face. "One of the guards took away that drawing you hung on my wall, the one you gave me the first day we worked together, cunt tore it up while talking ill about you. I wasn't gonna stand for it, so I beat the fucker bloody." Charlie observed her face, watching her closely as she frowned at his words. "Those bastards can't just let things be can they, always gotta rattle the cage, and punish those that bite back." She murmured while cleaning the last of the blood away the best she could. "Don't worry. You ever get outta here, I'll give you as many drawings as you'd like, then no one can ever take them from you again." (Y/n) smiled softly at Charlie, who began mulling over her words. Did he want to get out? Or did he still wish to stay?
If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.
Gif credit goes to - Unknown.
Year posted - 2020
Warnings - Smut, Swearing, mentions of rape, blood, and abuse.
Notes - This one kinda got outta hand, but I hope you enjoy it none the less.
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Huddled in the far corner (Y/n) pulled her knees into her chest, cuddling into herself. Her eyes quickly scanning the room, her beautiful orbs snapping to the door, as the guards dragged in the newest patient. He was limp in there arms, pumped full of drugs to keep him calm, and obedient. Watching him closely as they tossed him down into a chair carelessly. And she watched as the guards stalked back out of the room, flinching when John White entered the room. (Y/n) pulled her knees into her chest further, and watched as he roamed the room, even biting her lip when he stopped at the new guys side. However when the new guy, despite all the drugs pumping through his veins, spat him Johns face (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile. And when John walked away from the drugged up man (Y/n) quickly scurried across the room to the mans side. When she reached him she hunkered down and pushed her way to settle between his legs, resting her hands on his knees. Looking up at him with a fearful look, as he slowly turned his head to look at her, drool dribbling down his chin. “He frightens me, that man.” She nodded her head in John direction. “John White he’s foul, crazier than anyone else here.” She murmured tearing her eyes away from John to look up at the man before her. “He tried touching me once.” Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout, and her eyes glossed over. “I screamed until my lungs ached, and when that didn’t work I broke a glass over his head.” (Y/n) grasped his pants between her fingers tighter. “I avoid him at all coasts now, and when I cant avoid him, I cause trouble...” Her eyes scanned the room, while the man before her watched her face closely. “Get myself locked up in solitary for a few days.” She murmured before licking her lips quickly. “My names (Y/n).” She added while looking up into his eyes, before attempting to move away from him. But she stilled when he grunted at her, spitting a little as he attempted to lean towards her. “Careful.” She gasped softly while catching him in her arms, gently pushing him back into his seat so he wouldn’t fall. “Do you want me to stay?” She tilted her head a little while kneeling down to draw less attention to herself, nodding her head in agreement when he slowly opened his legs, allowing her to sit between them again. “If you behave they won’t sedate you like this, then you could tell me your name.” She offered a small smile, but it washed away in an instant as she scanned the room again.
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The following day (Y/n) entered the rec room, and as usual made her way for the farthest corner in the room. Where she sat on the floor and curled into herself as always. Except this time someone approached her, and before she could see their face she began screaming. “No no no calm down love its just me.” The man cooed as he knelt down beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She hadn’t recognized the voice so she calmed knowing it wasn’t John White, and she was surprised to find it was the drugged man from yesterday, except this time he wasn’t all drugged up. “See you’re okay love.” He hummed comfortingly at her, pleased with himself that he had calmed her down. “Your.” She wet her lips before scanning the room, finding one of the bigger guards already starring at her. Making her whimper as she quickly looked away, hiding her head between her knees. “What’s wrong hm?” He asked before turning to see what had frightened her, growling under his breath at the sight of the guard. “Has he hurt you (Y/n)?” He asked as he turned back to her, biting his lip to quell his anger when she nodded her head yes. “What has he done to you love?” He whispered softly, not wanting to frighten her. “He...” She raised her head from her knees, looking to the bald man with teary eyes. “He touches me, and beats me if I try fighting back.” Her lip quivered as she spoke, her words making his blood boil with anger. “You stay here love, I’ll be right back.” He grasped her shaking hands in his steady ones, softly kissing her knuckles before standing to leave. (Y/n) watched as he approached the guard, gasping in shock when he began beating the ever living hell out of the guard. Whimpering softly under her breath as the other guards tore him away from the guard, beating him just as he had the guard. A stray tear falling from her eye just as she locked eyes with the man, sniffling softly when he smiled at her reassuringly.
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It was several days before (Y/n) seen the man again in the rec room, and when she spotted him, he sat in her corner huddled up like she normally was. She didn’t know if he was making fun of her, or simply mimicking her actions innocently. When she reached him she hunkered herself into the corner of the room itself, a small space he seemingly left open just for her. And as she pulled her knees up to her chest he turned his entire body to her with a smile. “My names Michael Peterson, but you love can call me Micky.” His smile widened showing off his teeth, making (Y/n) giggle softly. “Thank you Micky, for attacking Brendan the other day.” Her voice was soft, but Michael heard her loud and clear. “And I’ll do it again if he ever touches you again, or anyone for that matter.” He scooted towards her a little closer, making her smile softly. “So tell me love, why are you in here?” Michael tilted his head a little, watching her intensely. “My dad... He was similar to Brendan, he didn’t actually rape me, but he would touch me over my clothes when he was drunk.” She scanned the room with her eyes before looking back to Michael, whos blood was boiling again. “He beat me bloody most nights, its where I got all my scars from.” She bit her bottom lip holding back her tears as she looked to the floor. “And one day I snapped, and I bashed his head in with a cricket bat.” The tears slowly began falling, making Michaels heart wrench in his chest. “They locked me up here, I’ve been here for six years now.” She sniffled softly, before Michael tilted her head back up, lightly brushing his thumb over the scar that ran from her nose, and down just passed her chin, marking the left side of her mouth forever. “You did nothing wrong love, those cunts should have given you a metal for protecting yourself.” Michael murmured while rubbing her jaw delicately with his knuckles. “Why are you here Micky?” (Y/n) asked as she wiped away her tears. “I robbed a post office, and got myself sent to prison. And I got into fight after fight, got transferred all over England, and I ended up here.” (Y/n) chuckled softly at his words. “What?” He grinned at her with curiosity in his eyes. “Seems like an afoul lot of trouble for just robbin a post office.” She chuckled again, biting her lip softly when Michael began chuckling himself. “Yeah... But everything happens for a reason doesn't it.” He mused while grasping her hand softly, toying with her fingers. “I believe so.” (Y/n) murmured so quietly that Michael almost didn’t hear her.
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A year had gone by now (Y/n) and Michael, have been inseparable. And for this year together (Y/n) has been left alone by both guards, and patients. With Michael at her side, and after he beat Brendan, no one was dumb enough to mess with her. And with (Y/n) by his side, Michael was on his best behavior, worrying more about her wellbeing than starting trouble. “Micky come here.” (Y/n) whispered as she poked her head out of the bathroom, waving for Michael to join her. “What is it?” He asked as he slipped passed the door, his eyes twinkling when he noticed (Y/n) lock the door behind him. “I want to show you something.” She whispered before slipping out of her asylum issued gown, allowing it to pool at her feet. Michael inhaled deeply at the sight of her bare breasts, exhaling shakily as she approached him. His eyes slowly scanned over the scars speckling her belly and legs, before looking back into her eyes. He exhaled audibly through his nose, his anger spiking when she turned to reveal the deep scars littering her back. “I’ve never willingly shown anyone these.” She murmured quietly, gasping when his cold fingers began tracing the nasty scars. “My dad you’d to beat me with the dogs leash, it was a thin chain leash, it cut through my skin like a hot knife through butter.” She shivered at the feeling of Michaels hot breath fanning her back, as he huffed through his nose, trying to contain his anger. “I always wanted to get married some day, and have kids. But what man would ever marry me, and bless me with his children?” She frowned while wrapping her arms around her belly, her words unknowingly striking a cord in Michael. “Don’t say that.” He growled before turning her to face him. “Don’t ever say that.” He repeated as he cornered her against the nearest wall. “Micky.” She whispered feeling a little fearful, due to her past. “I’ll marry you the second we get out of here, and I’ll fill your belly with as many kids as you desire my dove.” He husked against her cheek, while his hands grasped her hips. “Just say the word, and I’m yours.” He murmured before lightly pecking the side of her mouth. “Micky.” (Y/n) moaned softly while pressing her body firmly against his. “Yeah dove?” He brushed his nose against hers affectionately. “I want to be yours.” She whispered leaning forward so their lips would lightly brush against each other. Michael waisted no time in closing the gap between them, and sealing their lips in a passionate and needy kiss.
“Micky.” (Y/n) moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue to dominate her mouth. “(Y/n).” He growled before pulling away from the kiss, attacking her neck with hot open mouth kisses, smearing his saliva across her pale skin. Grunting and biting her neck softly when she grinded into his bulge. “Can I?” He husked into her ear, as he gently pulled her legs apart. “Please.” (Y/n) whined while grasping his shoulders tightly. With her permission Michael knelt down, now sitting face to face with her dampened pussy, he licked his lips before looking up at her face. “Please Micky.” She pouted down at him, giving him further encouragement. Delicately he picked up her right leg, and slung it over his shoulder. One hand grasping her left thigh, and his other cradling her ass in the palm of his hand. Teasingly he brushed the very tip of his nose up her clit, smirking when she mewled down at him. “Please don’t tease.” She whined while pulling him in closer with her leg slung down his back. Gasping in delight when he dove right in, and began eating her out, like she was his last meal. “Oh god Micky!” She panted while grasping the back of his head with both hands, pulling him in even further. Her eyes rolled back as he growled against her clit, before suckling on it harshly. “I’m... I’m.” She huffed between breaths, her mind to foggy to finish her sentence. Spurring Michael on further as he picked up the pace, now grasping her ass with both hands, burring himself between her legs as far as he could. “Yes!” (Y/n) cried out as her back began to arch off the wall, her legs trembling as she came, biting her lip to hold back her cries of pleasure, so the guards wouldn’t interrupt their fun. Michael slowly stood to his feet, keeping a firm hold on her hips so she wouldn’t fall.
“Ready for the real fun my sweet?” He hummed while licking his lips, greedily collecting her juices from his lips, and mustache. “Give me more.” (Y/n) purred before pulling him into a needy kiss, their hands both going straight for his trousers. Making them both chuckle into each others mouths, Michael mad quick work of slipping out of his pants, then braking away from the kiss to remove his shirt. Crashing his mouth against hers so hard the back of her head hit the wall with a hard thud. “Sorry love.” He murmured while cradling the back of her head with his right hand, gently soothing the pain away. “Fuck me already.” (Y/n) giggled against his chin, pulling away from the kiss just a little. “On it.” He grinned before hoisting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist, while she wrapped her arms around his thick neck. Lining himself up with her entrance, Michael slowly allowed her body to sink down onto him, grunting in pleasure as he entered her warmth inch by inch. “Ah fuck.” (Y/n) moaned out as he bottomed out inside of her, locking her ankles over each other, and locking him against her. “Tight.” Michael growled, trying his damndest to hold back, to allow her to adjust to his size. “Micky.” (Y/n) moaned while thrusting her hips into his, begging for him to move. “Brace yourself love.” Michael grunted before he tightened his grasp on her, thrusting into her nice and hard once, before he began pounding into her. Growling when she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her voice from anyone that might overhear.
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It’s been four months now of (Y/n) being on her own, all because Michael had been released for good behavior, and being deemed sane. And for four months Michael has been busting his ass to get things together, and get (Y/n) released. He called her everyday, and made sure she was still okay. Surprisingly even with Michaels absence, (Y/n) was still left alone. And today was finally the day of her release, and Michael waited outside for her with bated breath. Alongside his mother and father, whom were eager to meet the girl Michael has been babbling about for the passed months. What Michael wasn’t expecting however was to watch you come walking out, with a swollen belly. “(Y/n).” He whispered under his breath before rushing towards the pregnant girl, who offered him a lopsided grin as he approached. “You’re pregnant.” Was the first words out of Michaels mouth when he reached her, kneeling down quickly to eye her belly closely. “I wanted to surprise you.” (Y/n) stroked the back of his head lovingly, giggling softly when he kissed her belly softly a few times. “Color me surprised love.” Michael hummed as he rose to his feet, pulling her into a hungry yet sweet kiss before she had a chance to say anything. “Oh I’ve missed you.” He whispered against her lips when he pulled away, resting his hands against her belly. “I’ve missed you too Micky.” (Y/n) cooed before pecking his lips once quickly. “I’m going by the name Charlie Bronson now.” He informed her as he wrapped his arm around her waist. “But you can still call me Micky.” He winked at her before kissing her temple. “I was gonna anyways.” She giggled as she wrapped her arms around his hips, having dropped her bag when Charlie approached her. “I’ll get that for you.” Charlies father offered as he picked up (Y/n)’s bag. “Oh thank you.” She smiled kindly at the older man. “(Y/n) this is my father and this is my mother, mum dad this is (Y/n).” Charlie introduced the three while resting his hand on (Y/n)’s baby bump. “It’s so good to finally meet you my dear.” Charlies mum smiled brightly at (Y/n) before pulling the girl into a welcoming hug.
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Later that night Charlie stilled at the task at hand, making (Y/n) whimper softly. “Marry me (Y/n).” His head popped up from between her thighs, peering over her belly he wanted to look her in the eyes. “Micky.” (Y/n) cooed while lightly stroking his cheek with her fingers. “I only want you, forever and always. Of course I’ll marry you.” She smiled before giggling when he quickly crawled up her to kiss her passionately. “But I wasn’t finished.” She whined before softly biting his bottom lip. “Right.” He grinned before going back to work, eating her like a starved man would apple pie.
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Over the course of the next five years Charlie married (Y/n), and now has three kids with her, their first being their twin boys, then their little girl, whos three years younger than her brothers. Charlie also has made a career for himself, being a professional fighter, England's most ruthless fighter. a title he is very proud of. While (Y/n) is the very attentive, stay at home wife and mother, and she’s happier than she could have ever dreamed.
a/n: I'm back!! Tbh idk what this is. It's a bit of a shitty angst, I know but I'm just getting back to writing so I thought I'd start with something small. I have more planned out though, don't worry!
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"I love you."
You couldn't possibly have known but those were the words that left Charlie's mouth just before you entered the room. Hence the tense atmosphere.
Apparently, you had just spared Charlie the rejection you knew the girl was about to give him. Everybody knew that she was with Brian, her boyfriend. While you weren't sure what she was doing fooling around with Charlie if she was so in love with Brian, it was as clear as day that there weren't any feelings involved. Not on her part anyway.
Poor old Charlie though was none the wiser.
It was almost amusing how he didn't know the first thing when it came to girls. If he did it would have been extremely clear that Alison wasn't the one he had to hit on. Not if he wanted a happy ending. You thought it couldn't be more obvious how you were head over heels over him but no, of course Charlie had no idea and was chasing another girl.
"Hey, guys. What's up?"
Alison was on the floor looking through a magazine, page halfway turned. She had stilled and was staring at Charlie with a rather embarrassed expression. You sat on the loveseat near the couch Charlie was sitting on.
"That's really nice Charlie, but I'm in love with Brian."
You looked questioningly at her and as if she heard your unspoken question she spoke again. "Charlie just said he loves me." The grimace on her face was enough for you to know that neither of you was going to see her again after today. She had definitely got more than she bargained for and not in a good way.
Your body tensed while Charlie's hands closed in a fist. Both of you disappointed for the very same reason but at the same time for the opposite reason.
"Of course he did," the chuckle that left your mouth was everything except amused. More like disappointed. It felt like it was the only thing Charlie had been making you feel for a while. First, he went to prison. Now, this. You should have been used to the feeling by now, but every time it stung like it was the first. Shaking your head you suddenly were more aware than before of the tension in the room.
For once, you decided to put yourself first and without even saying goodbye, you walked out.
You had known Charlie for such a long time that it felt like he was a part of yourself. So what you said about him was true, he was indeed clueless when it came to girls. But he had always been very in tune with your body and mood. So even if Alison's rejection hurt him, he had also noticed that you were distressed.
"Oi! Y/n, where are you going? You just came in." He called out to you but you didn't slow down nor made a move to show that you had heard him. Before you could exit the house, he run after you hoping to catch up with you. But of course he did, he was strong and quick.
"Just leave me alone Charlie, okay? I'll see you." You had heard him come your way, in fact you were aware of his presence behind you. However you didn't stop getting your shoes on to acknowledge him.
"What's the matter hun, huh?" He insisted. He was certain that something happened that put you in a bad mood, he just didn't know what. His perseverance was something that you both admired and despised depending on the situation. This was one where it was actually getting on your nerves. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you straighten up and turn to face him.
Looking into his eyes you wonder whether or not to tell him the truth. But what good would it do for him to know? You were just going to severe your friendship by speaking. So you didn't.
"If you don't know it already, there's no point in talking about it now." And with that you turned around and walked out of his house. Leaving a very confused Charlie behind with, unbeknown to him, a piece of your heart.
So a couple of you requested a part two of the Bronson imagine after I’d posted it. And while I didn’t mean for it to have one, I recently found inspiration to write it lol. So here it is. I guess you can say that I’m in mood to write smut lol, don’t know if I’m any good at it, considering that it’s like the second time maybe that I write a heated scene. So let me know! Hearing your thoughts is priceless to me!
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Part 1
Warning: SMUT, porn without plot?
While for others Friday may be a synonym of drinks and wild nights, for y/n it pretty much consisted in her choosing which cake to make so that she could enjoy it all over the weekend. She wasn't one for strict and no carbs diets by any means, however, she did try to have a healthy and balanced lifestyle. And that included reserving sweet goods for the end of the week.
She had a peaceful life, especially since Charlie had been in prison. Yes, work and friends kept her busy but the neverending buzz of society was left behind the closed door of her apartment, now silent and quiet, when it had been so full of life and noisy once. Charlie had the habit of watching the tv at an impossible high audio level. Every day she’d get home, she’d unmistakably hear the program he was watching as soon as she stepped outside the elevator.
Even if she didn’t want it to be true, a part of her already knew what the officer’s words were going to be before he even opened his mouth when she asked about Charlie about a week ago.
“The inmate is not allowed any visitors.”
Shooing away her disappointment, y/n knew it was silly to think that she could change his temperament with the promise of sex. It was all rather foolish, she had to admit it but it was a desperate attempt to get him back. Desperate and unsuccessful. It had hurt like hell but in fact, her life, her daily life, hadn’t changed that much. It was more the disappointment that got to her.
Nevertheless, nothing a good old chocolate pie couldn’t fix. Taking the list of the ingredients you will be needing, you set off to the store. Switching all the lights off, she opened the door before looking for an umbrella in the very likely case it’d start to rain. In doing so, she turned your back to the door consequently failing to notice the man standing on her doorstep. And she didn't until she turned around. The umbrella hitting the floor, the only sound.
Charlie, her Charlie, the man who she was always thinking about, the man she missed so much, was finally standing before her. But what was he doing here? Shouldn't he be in prison? Had he escaped? Wait-was he even real or was it just her imagination playing her?
Waiting for him to speak, y/n just focused on him trying to spot anything that could tell her that she was hallucinating. However, Charlie didn't speak. He too was frozen on the spot, taking her in. So, she was the one to break the ice.
"Charlie?" Her voice came out like nothing more than a whisper. Afraid that if she spoke a little louder, she would send him away. Even if she was hallucinating, she didn't want the image in front of her to disappear. She missed him so much…
"Yeah," the ghost finally spoke clearing his voice, "that's me." His voice quiet like hers but for an entirely different reason.
He knew that she had gone by the prison to see him as she had promised and he was also painfully aware that he hadn't held his end of the bargain. Charlie knew that she was tired and lonely and every fibre of his being hoped that he hadn't pushed her too far.
"What are you doing here?" So she wasn't seeing things…
"I'm home." The honesty and fragility in his voice were so painfully evident for y/n that she gasped loudly. Charlie had always said that she was his home. Although, after what happened she had started questioning everything.
"You promised Charlie." Relieving that day in her mind and what it had implied made it impossible for her to keep her voice from breaking.
"I know. But I have a valuable reason for that." He said taking a step forward, "just hear me out, will you?" Opening his arms to show that he was being honest, he stayed where he was. A step away from her, his home and the life the had made together. When he received a nod from her, he started speaking. It wasn't much but it was still something.
"They offered me a deal. Stay two weeks in isolation and behave and they'd let me leave." Now he could only wait to see her reaction.
"So, you did actually behave." She mused looking at his sceptically
"I did love. A fucking angel I was." His lips twitched, the only indication the movement of his moustache
"Of course you were." She snickered at the thought. More like a devil he was.
"Well then. I guess good boys do get rewarded." And that's was all she needed to say to set him off. A malicious look and the words that promised him his most ardent desire.
"They fucking do." Muttering under his breath, y/n had only the time to pick the umbrella up before he had his hands on her. The object was soon discarded as Charlie took her in his arms holding her up by her waist. Kicking the door shut behind him, he literally wasted no time and pushed her on the hallways hall desperately kissing her neck.
"You've no idea how much I fucking missed you, love." He mumbled in between kisses. But y/n was just as much desperate for him as he was for her and knew exactly what he was talking about.
"I think I do." Taking his head in her hand she made him shift his focus from her neck to her lips. They kissed for the first time after ages and it felt better than it ever did before. Moaning when he swiped his tongue on her lower lip, she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss while her hands started undressing him. His hands were already under her skirt and took no time to join her in undressing each other.
Leaving a trail of clothes behind them, they finally reached their bedroom. He threw her on their bed, immediately climbing over her and entering her.
"Oh my god." she moaned
"Oh fuck." he hissed instead and it was clear how both of them were starved for the other.
Charlie started to thrust into her with increasing speed. It didn't matter if it was quick, he was sure he wasn't going to last long anyway. Y/n was tight as if it was her first time, and while it helped him reach his high it also meant that she was more sensitive than ever. It had been too long for both of them.
"Harder." She moaned at him, she ached for him. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she clutched at him afraid that he would leave her again. He was hers and this was where he was meant to be. With her.
"Y/n." Her name on his lips sounded like the most beautiful word and aroused her to no end. Hearing the dedication in his voice, the yearning. It set her off and he soon followed her.
“Oh, Charlie, what did you do.” y/n sighed when she felt him come inside her. Charlie wasn’t as bothered though. Collecting some of his cum that dripped out of her, he smeared it all over her core.
“I love seeing you covered in my cum.” He mumbled huskily whilst taking some more of his semen and taking it all over her body, as a matter of fact.
“Charlie,” she complained wiggling to try and get away from his dirty fingers, “cum is sticky, stop.”
“Well, I better hope it sticks. So that everyone we’ll see the stain and know that you’re taken.” Y/n could see him getting worked up again and reached out to his face so that her caress could calm him. Pulling him down so she could kiss him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. However, Charlie wasn’t done with his little speech. His hand went back to her core.
“This is mine,” he said putting two of his long fingers inside her. Kneeling between her legs, he lowered his head so to kiss her clit. “This is mine.” He continued this way, leaving a trail of kisses all over her body while mumbling “this too” until he reached her chest where he stopped.
“This,” he pointed with his nose to where her heart was, “is fucking mine. Right?” and gave her a little kiss. Too overwhelmed by his sweet yet erotic stunt, y/n didn’t answer making Charlie make a wrong assumption.
“Is it not, y/n?” He almost growled when she didn’t answer and despite how menacing he could look like in this moment, she couldn’t help but smile sweetly at him. Charlie had always been insecure when it came to her and their relationship. And after months in prison, she could only imagine how worse it had gotten.
“Of course it is, Charlie.” She whispered finally putting him out of his misery, “It has been yours from the moment I met you.” she admitted.
“It needs good care though,” she continued talking in a soft tone, knowing that it was best with his volatile moods, “ and you’ve been away so long. It felt neglected, like you didn’t care for it anymore,” she delivered the blow adding a pout to seal the deal. Charlie’s eyes shone the way they always did when he would look at her, with admiration and protectiveness, and she knew she had finally got through to him.
“Never.” He matched her soft voice, his eyes meeting her, his mouth kissing his way to her mouth. “I can never stop caring for it.” His solemn tone made it almost sound like a promise but she needed to be sure.
“Promise me, Charlie.” She demanded softly planting a small kiss on his plumpy juicy lips. Growling Charlie’s head followed hers when she pulled away, wanting nothing more than to get lost in the kiss. “I fucking promise love.”
“No more prison Charlie, no more leaving me. Promise me.” She continued, her tone getting a little firmer, but he was too lost in the feeling of her lips on his face and neck to notice.
He wanted her. He had been deprived of her for too long. He wanted nothing more than ravishing her all night, to kiss all of her body and then start again. He couldn’t resist anymore. His head lowered between her shoulder and neck and started kissing the skin there almost automatically.
She was losing him, she could feel it. Y/n could feel his erection growing again but her appetite matched his and was more than ready for round two. However, she needed to hear him saying it. Promising her that he wouldn’t leave again, that it was the last time she had to go through all of that.
Wrapping her hand around him, she squeezed hard enough to get his attention. “Promise me, Charlie,” she whispered in his ear.
“You’re fucking mad if you think I’m going to leave you again, y/n.” And that’s what all she needed to hear.
Moaning when his lips finally touched hers, she got all that she needed, and eagerly direct him to her warm and awaiting core.
Seems like she was going to enjoy another kind of sweet this weekend. Not that she was going to complain of course.
