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A Brief Rundown of the IRL Ithaca Saga (to the best of my memory, in probably not chronological order)
jorge (creator, odysseus) decided it'll be cool to celebrate the ithaca saga with the epic cast via a trip to ithaca, greece
surely nothing can go wrong
mico (telemachus) seemingly found out about the trip with the rest of the fandom. he proceeded to plot a trip to ithaca
the epic cast dealt with multiple broken vans and missed a ferry by one minute. they had to cancel a stream because they were too exhausted
mico made it onto a plane
ithaca got hit by a typhoon, forcing them to move another stream indoors
mico got banned from tiktok. it was reversed
mason (tireseas) asked luke (zeus) to stop the rain. luke refused
the crew hiked up to odysseus' palace. they ran into a roadblock. mason looked into the future and did not see a way around it. (they found a way around it)
the crew found a well and sang their epic songs into it. except jp (crew) who just sang happy birthday
janani (aphrodite) also sang "royal we" into the well
anna (penelope) made it onto the plane to fly out to ithaca
hermes (troy) decided to take a plane to ithaca like a normal human instead of teleporting. he got side-eyed by a woman at the airport as he slept sprawled out in a chair. this quickly became a meme
hermes arrived in ithaca to the delight of everyone except jorge. mico also appeared in his videos. mico still had not updated anything after getting on the plane
anna's connecting flight got cancelled, leaving her stranded in a fancy hotel. she struggled to find the toilet in her hotel room
mico finally updated, claiming he was stuck in munich. mason appears in the video and gives him a water bottle, proving he is lying
the fandom believes mico anyway
mico is forced to post another video revealing he had been gaslighting us basically the entire time and was just delayed in getting to ithaca, that was all
troy and talya (circe), in character, talk about tea. troy says the tea tastes like her father's approval. earle (ares) then asks for 1000 cups and breaks down crying as luke cuts the camera
jorge posts a video apologizing for mico's absence, encouraging him to fly to ithaca, new york. mico appears in the background of this video
mico posts a video saying that he's finally in ithaca, but the crew is in ithaca, new york. jorge appears in the background of this video
jp films a behind the scenes video, calling out "some random guy" who just showed up asking if anyone knows jorge. it's mico
janani sings "royal we" again, but after she says "troy was breached" troy comes out screaming in pain. mico appears in the background of this, filming the video from two points above
it's time for the ithaca saga livestream... except it gets cancelled because the connection is bad and jorge's devices are dying
TL;DR: the gods saw the epic crew in ithaca and went "do you guys think it'll be really funny if we just. recreated the odyssey"
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so let me share something with you guys for a second
(nsfw)
ghost is hot, right? we all know that. picture him always having someone sneaking out his room during unsocial able hours, shushes and clattering of buckles hitting the floor as his latest hookup creeps back down the halls to the cold barracks
and you, the awkward recruit with a fat crush on your lieutenant who envys every person who shamelessly shoots their shot with him and succeeds. letting him make a mess out of them for one night only
and it is always one night only
no same person has ever left his room twice, nothing more than a cheap hookup to him. you know you wouldnât be any different, shown the door before you can even get your cargos zipped back up but if it meant at least one night with simon riley, you really didnât care
but when itâs finally your turn? when you finally drink up enough courage to speak to the brooding man in the corner nursing his own drink in the corner of the bar, it turns out he didnât even know your name
but thatâs okay, itâs not like he was gonna be your future husband anyway so you power through. pull out all the charisma you have stored away for moments like this and you soon find yourself back in his room, making a complete fool of yourself
struggling to unbuckle his belt, biting down too hard on his lip during the, quite frankly, terrible make-out session that led up to your current situation, responding to his dirty talk with blinded stutters
and when he finally pulls out his cock? youâre too nervous to relax, and it doesnât fit. before he can give you some half-assed âsâalright, love. another time, yeah?â, youâre shoving him off and rushing out his room before you can even get yourself fully-dressed
for weeks, you avoid him. at least, thatâs what he calls it. you didnât consider it avoidance under the assumption that he had no intentions of pursuing you again
simon was under the same assumption, and yet he couldnât stop thinking about you. every hook-up leading up to you was a performance, an act he completed as some odd way of reminding himself that he was still, in fact, human
your heated cheeks and scrunched nose every time you fumbled was strangely refreshing to simon, a friendly reminder that not everything needed to be so serious, so professional. maybe the humanising act could be an experience instead, he thinks as he reaches for his phone
that night had been keeping you up for weeks, replaying every stupid way you messed up the thing you had been thinking about since you laid eyes on simon
and then your phone pings. from an unknown number.
âprice is off base. come to my room and Iâll make it fit this time.â
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MEL MEDARDA IS PERFECT!
#People like to think that somehow she SHOULD be morally superior#But she is a COMPLEX and NUANCED CHARACTER with many layers.#Firstly: her magical ability is sensing the emotions of others. She knows how to match peopleâs emotions!#If you really want to go the âJayce only ever loved Viktorâ route#Itâs just as easy to say she sensed Jayceâs feelings towards Viktor and thought they were for her#And Jayce wanted someone to go to other than Viktor so he rolled with it.#THERE! I solved your âMel sucks because she manipulated Jayceâ problem!#And why hate her AFTER that? They pretty much never interact again!#Secondly: just ship her with someone else! Like Lest or someone! Itâs way easier to just have her move on! Then you get TWO gay ships!#Whatâs not to love?!#And if you do that⊠you donât even have to needlessly hate women!
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#BONGOS!
â sum. pov: when his backshots are just so good, they sound like bongooos! toji, choso, geto, sukuna, ino, nanami, gojo.
warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, dick drunk! reader, LETHAL BACKSHOTSSS, dom! choso sorta, ass obsessed men, size kink, brief cunnÄ«lingus, doggystyle, prone boneee, hair pulling (nanami), slight dacryphÄ«lia, runnin from it, pĂșssy so good tears uppp (ino), spanks, dirty talk, sqĂșirting, brÄeding, bed breaking, manhandling, cÄrvix fucking.
an. HAPPY SQUIRTMAS *wet jingle noises*
CHOSO â
KAMO.
âmhm- ah ah, get back here,â choso sharply prowls, each smoky pant turning raspier within the pitch.
choso was two words - feral and ruthless, and here he was having you all pretty and bent over on all fours..
his dark-rimmed eyes wandered everywhere at your body displayed underneath him. chosoâs pointed ears couldnât help but instinctively twitch upon hearing each sobbing mewl draaag its way out of your esophagus. itâs nothing but cute elongated syllables that made little to no sense, and each electrifying paps of fleshy stinging mounds clasping together has your head spinning in circles.
â âm tiredâŠof you, hah- always teasinâ me so much, baby. think you need a reminder of whoâs in charge, huuuh?â
âc- chosâoooh!â your words get crudely cut off at the sloppy curve of his cock massaging through each part of your cunt.
like a maze - the upper part of his puffed tip clumsily gets lost, leisurely finding its way through before wetly marking every tender spot of your pussy with his curious tip. heâs beating up all spots, slowing his jagged hitting hips down purposely before picking his pace right back up. âmm- right f- fuckinâ thereee, fuck me then.â
with a sassy eye roll, choso deepens his angle, reaching an arm out to hold onto the grunting, wooden headboard. itâs undeniably loud, creaking non-stop each time both jolting bodies ounce against the bed frame.
âplan⊠on it,â and you whine, glossed lips breaking apart before your mouth spreads agape. heâs just so thick, and he loves more than anything to treat your pussy like it was just elastic. that effortless stretch- choso groans every time he feels you closing around him, cutely trying to squeeze around him before wheezing out those cute âoooh!â âs of whimpers.
âhah- gotta teach her some manners. canât have you thinkinâ you can just walk all over me, princessâoh, fuuuck.â
every nth of chosoâs staggering fat inches drills into you deeply, causing your eyes to goofily cross. heâs in you sooo good, using two grabby hands to raise your clumsy hips upright. âugh- choso, mhm!â and your cuntâs just profusely dripping all around him, eagerly squelching at each springy thrust. heâs hard, maintaining a good alignment before his hips shimmy. his pace was literally inhuman. choso treats your convulsing nub like a targetârepeatedly, striking your g-spot with precise hits as if itâs the perfect bullseye.
as you both each share laborious, breathy pants, he snatches your hips right back against his chiseled pelvis with an impish disapproving pout. âwhat did i sayâŠno mngh- runninâ, pretty,â and you moan, feeling chosoâs hand makes you dip all the way forward into his bare chest.
now, your back was just arched fully over with your ass perked up in the air. choso admires your slobbering pussy before leaning in, taking a moment to spit down between the exposed valley of your ass.
âf- fuuck, youâre so nasty, âcho,â youâd whine, holding back a bratty smile once your hand grips a jiggling fat of your rotating ass. through bleary peripherals and droopy hanging eyelids, chosoâs swiping a thumb over his lips, another smearing his treacly saliva around your stuffed entrance to make sure you stay nice and wet for him.
itâs incredibly slimy, and his digit continues to sloppily trail further down the teary slot of cunt. itâs so raunchy, and choso licks his thin-pursed lips as if heâs preparing to feastâŠ.and right then, thatâs when choso brings his freshly slick-coated fingers toward his rosy achy lips.
âsheâs.. nastier,â choso grunts with his blushful broad tip aching from every ridged corner. your cunt wetly pops out an excited shriek of its own and your entire body starts to relax. heâs hissing through his teeth, fanning himself once he feels the cruel stiffening of his cock pound pound pound into your very core. âlemme hear her some more, princess. âs not enough hah- wet talk.â
and as chosoâs rude hips continue to buck buck buck, heâs using every raging part of his hips to drill into you raw.
each twist, each turnâheâs deep, making sure your cunt remembers every narrow hit of his dick. a mixture of your sweetened moans and his feral grunts fill the air before he feels that cute clamping stick of your ass. â âm gonna cum, âm cummin!â youâd gasp, poor knobbly thighs just slapping against each other. chosoâs hips had the inside of your mouth watering, and you only wanted more. âfuck me- fuck me, f- ugh!â
your body inaudible screams with tremors and tremors of crazed shakes. once your lonely awaited finish comes, your mouth drops open but not a sound comes out. instead, a cute tiny squeak follows out of your husky larynx with your eyes carelessly rolllllling way back into the very back of your brain.
youâre seeing nothing but black as youâre riding out your orgasm, creaming down on chosoâs cock with not a single thought in mind. âmhm- thatâs it, ride it out baby, ride it out,â choso slows his hips to your defeated rhythm, feeling your body underneath him convulse rapidly. you saw stars, galaxies of them in fact, maybe even a few comets.
âc- choso,â youâd moan, hearing pitchy rough breaths from behind you. the wiiiiide stretch of his dick still makes itself known and youâre humming, batting your dampened lashes sporadically at the sudden overwhelming wave of elation. âfuuuckk- more,â and he ogles as you make him pull out, cutely flipping yourself over with a flushed look of sensual desire.
despite how you were just drenched in your sweat, you still craved more. choso stares at you sprawling your legs out fully, bringing two dry padded fingers towards your sensitive clit before pinching it. âl.. letâs try mating press, baby.â
âyouâre impossible,â he sheepishly says, with a wry head shake, gingerly placing his weight on top of you. his onyx-colored ponytails were all scruffy, and he was sweating from all corners of his forehead. with a loud, wet âplap!â noise, choso sloppily re-aligns his tip before it sloooowly starts to sink its way inside of your wet pussy, reuniting.
âhah- fine, but âm gonna have toâŠstretch you a bit, baby,â and you moan, feeling choso raise your leg, nearly hooking it over your head before positioning the other limb to mimic the same. sealing your trembling lips with an open-mouthed kiss, he grunts against your twisting tongue as heâs hungrily bottoming out inside of you.
âgotta get my baby all stretched,â he slips out a throaty whimper, hardened cock barreling further inside of you before he surprises random sticky kisses on your raised ankle.
âbut, l- letâsâŠtest out that flexibility while weâre at it, hm?â
SUGURU â
GETO.
geto and backshots are a deadly combo within itself.
âtake it. take it, taaake it,â he growls, his carnally encouraging words sounding more like a looping chant by the second. youâre moaning with his palm slapped against your mouth, shamefully drooling all over his hand in the process. of course, staring right in front of you too, was no one other than yourself. arched over, hunched over too, and lewdly crossed-eyed.
you probably looked a sight.
ruffled, shaggy strands of hair glued to your forehead. as your jaw was goofily hangingâjust forever open with an agape âlil mouth thatâs covered with getoâs hand, your wet tongue licks a path around his warm palm.
gasping for any ounces of air that you could get with his hand printed over your mouth, your cheek then prints against the cold, frigid mirror with how harder his thrusts were getting. âf- fuck, sugu mmph!â you coo out, feeling your thighs tense at each popping slam. remnants of whiteish, dried cum painted against your thighs. a licentious, dirty reminder of just how much he was claiming you from behind.
round after round and it turned from minutes to hours of just getting filled from every orifice with getoâs hot, creamy cum. getoâs cock wears you thin in every goopy crevice ân corner of your wet pussy, causing your poor larynx to sound hoarse from all the moaning within no time.
heâs pumping in all inchesâgrinding into your hips as you moved, cutely trying to jostle your waist to his rhythm but failing horribly.
âmngh- slutty girl, look at that ass tryna fuck me back. A for effort, i guess,â he grunts with a sneer, admiring the tears of sweat that started to gloss down your arched spine. so pretty..
almost looking akin to a necklace, a huge hand wraps around your throat before making sure you face yourself in the mirror. geto slides his other palm away from your mouth, scoffing at the webby sleek strings of spit following before he rubs it all over your mouth. âdonât look away, look at how your face gets when youâŠhah- slut yourself out on my dick, doll.â
âugh- harderrrr,â your moans were starting to turn bouncy, and he was fucking you with every damn fiber of his being. getoâs buckled knees bury into the silk padded mattress and heâs dragging out hoarse gasp after gasp from your parched throat. his hits against your ass were loud, they sounded like bongos with how rough his pelvis creates music with each drumming hit.
âmmh- so good, so fuckinâ good,â your whines continue to drag out, and youâre tasting treacly salted saliva on your rosĂ© buds.
through your peripherals, you spot geto working his hips into you. you couldnât help but take a glance at his snatched waist thatâs just so slim. heâs swerving into you at full speed, creating 360 donuts with his sloppy hips as he accelerates. geto sucks in a sharp, smoky break as he continued to plummet into your cunt over ân over again until youâre cutely clinging onto the mirror for leverage.
âcute,â he clicks his tongue, lowering his darkened irises down the curving arch of your bent-over back. from behind you, you heard him whistling at your watch before spanking your ass. the glossy sweat that remained on your backside shines bright, brighter than any sunâcreating a creeping glow in the sunlight from the cracked open curtain in the distance. âgood girl. lie back. all ya gotta do is.. hah- lie back ân let me have my way with this sloppy-fuckinâ-cunt.â
each malleable thrust gets enunciated with each hard whack against your pussy that makes your teeth jitter. youâre moaning, barely able to keep up with his zealously, agile pace before the slit tip of his cock diagonally slithers its way near your clit. milliseconds pass before you then start to feel his crowned tap-tap tapping against your bumpy cervix. itâs a mean tap, and your eyes crossed even further together with your tongue abjectly lolling out. âs- shit, that spot. that.. mngh- suguru!â
a handful of nerves swim their way into the bottom parts of your stomach before you whine. youâre panting continuously, gently shoved face first against the now fogged mirror that was in directly front of you. itâs steaming up because of your harsh, wheezing breaths before you squeal. itâs quick, but your legs end up collapsing and so does your entire body.
â âm cumminâ, fuck!â you yawp, gasping breathlessly at that sliiiight turn of his pivoting hips. getoâs cock runs all through you, kneading your cunt with each brutal thwack.
sweetened whimpers pour from your lips once you end up meeting your euphoric maker. âugh- s.. suguru,â low, pulled lids of your eyes start to feel heavy as you struggle to keep them open. youâre pussyâs wetly squalling, letting off squelches as you smothered getoâs thick cock from swollen top to bottom with your slick essence. âf- fuck, spank m-â
âquiet, baby,â geto shushes you, a hand wrapping back around the base of your throat. with a swift slap of his roughened palm, he spanks you again anyway, and you purr out a cute âoooohâ right away.
your tongue still sticks out against the reflecting steamed mirror. youâre so close to it that youâre nearly suffocating from your tepid, pants of breath washing back into your face. heâs still inside, feeling you weakly try to arch your ass up but your face slumps further against the glass. âaw, relax, sweetheart. i gotcha,â and as youâre still whimpering, geto pulls out his vermillion-colored tip.
he silently hisses at your dewy, wet grip, gazing at your dripping cunt thatâs covered with sparkling white strands of your mess. groaning, he rubs his angered tip over your pussy in a greedy circle.
âmhm- keep goinâ suguru,â youâd frantically toss your hips around in a circle - begging, aching for him to fuck you against the mirror again. itâs even cute with how your ass did a wordless cute shake against his leaky tip, rubbing your very entrance over his sweltering, dewy-coated tip.
âgod- such a fuckinâ slutty girl, can never say no to that preeeetty-shakinâ-ass,â geto huffs, pausing between each word as his hand swipes against your tender feeling rear. still aroused, he grunts as his bulky cock twitches each time your skin jiggles against the sharp greeting contact.
geto flips you over with one beefy arm, tying his hair into a hurried slothful ponytail before cocking his head. âlegs, raise âem for me, high baby,â and once you comply, geto hums, closing the distance between you and him by sliiiiding his way in between your raised legs.
in a husky voice, he smacks his plump tip against your pussy before biting your bottom lip while maintaining direct eye contact. âhah- thatâs it, stretch those fuckinâ legs for sugu, sweetheart. and while you do thaaat,â geto grumbles, stealing a low-pitched moan from you once he delves a thick finger inside of your swallowing cunt.
âi gotta make her cream on me at least an extra four more times, heh..â
NANAMI â
KENTO.
âlike this, sweetheart?â nanami murmurs, grabbing a secure amount of hair to wholly fit into the coarse palm of his hand.
heâs gentle nonetheless, hearing your cute shallow breaths once his hips fatally stop. as youâre arched over a side of the bed, your wobbly hands piercing into the fat mattress. nanamiâs unpredictable movements have you speechless, blinking thrice because who knew such a man was so nasty in bed?
of courseâthe only exception was his pretty wife, you. and nanami didnât mind getting kinky for his beloved precious, even if you wanted to try something as vulgar as backshots..
heâs all the way inside you, not even moving an inch and yet it felt like he was already obliterating every part of your goopy, clamping walls.
âmhm- yeah. fuck me ân then just start pullinâ on it if i try to crawl away, âken.â you moan, feeling that all too familiar thumping sensation arises between your quaking, sore thighs. near the very undersides, you felt the brief pants of tenderness lingering against your skin.
nanami tilts his head, shrugging out a complying, âalriiight,â and you gasp once he softly tightens the grip against your hair just a bit. âthis okay? âm gonna start movinâ for you.â earnestly impatient, you nod, and the blond tries to suppress a smile. already, he felt your cute body trying to wriggle away but as you said, he gently tugged you back by the hair. âanything for the kinky wife i guess. brace yourself though, honey. workâs been.. hah- rough.â
and when nanami fucks, he Fucks - capital F.
youâre holding back pitiful muffled moans as he pulls off his tie, softly stuffing it in your mouth. itâs tasteless - and youâre whimpering, feeling every stinging whack from his hips slam into your ass every three seconds.
nanamiâs sweat-drenched fingertips caress both sides of your curvaceous hipsâfeeling all down your loving physique as heâs ferociously fucking into you at such a disrespectful speed.
every thrust was insanely languid, barely giving you time to gather up a thought in your dull, empty brain. âkento, ohmygoddd,â your voice timidly cracks, already drenching the end part of his thigh with your bubbly drool. heâs churning your insides through and through like one would churn a fresh batch of hot butter. and god- nanamiâs just rocking into the rear of your ass like a boat thatâs forever rickety. âharder.. pull it, baby, pull my fuckinâ hair.â
âyes, maâam,â he raspingly responds, having the same firm grip on your hair. dozens of seconds later, a nice amount of your hair yanks back and your eyes cutely widen. you fall back and so do your hips, continuously and sloppily landing back against his hips. itâs still gentle nonetheless, but his hips were so cruel. youâd never get used to that heavenly stretch of his cock.
itâs mouthwatering, and youâre just melting at the sheer sounds of each bouncy slap! of balmy skin. nanami hears the cute bundle of gargled whines struggle to leave your throat once he grabs your hair, and he purrs. âmhm, liked that, sweetheart? should i pull again? canât leave my woman all horny ân unsatisfied, hm?â
âmmph- pull.. hah- harder, âken,â you nod, your words still a bit hushed and gagged from his work tie. the bedâs so unsteady, you were just it was gonna snap into two at any second. as he keeps up a decent rhythm, your jaw ends up dropping once his peachy tip greets your clit with a knocking slam. he hears another gasp slip from your lips before your ass lifts.
with another solid yank, nanami pulls a bit harder, and this time, heâs faintly snickering at how cute your body was - just slamming back into him like it already knew its territory. riiiight as his fattened tip makes itself known to your pretty, pulsating clit, you squeal out a bellowing yelp.
there!
like a q-tip, his rounded cockhead swaaaabs its way around your tightening entrance before the deep thrusts continue. your eyes were just bulging out each of their sockets, and you were speechless for a while before squealing out a cute, âohmygu- âken somethingâs coming. s- somethingâs coming kento.â
âi know, sweetheart,â he whispers, slowing his sloppy hits down but making sure that his thrusts remain deep deep deep. he studies your gyrating ass and how it flawlessly ricocheted against his skin. with each barbaric smack of your ass clashing into his pelvis, he feels both sweaty pounds of skin arise with blistering temperature.
but the last thing youâd expect was to gush right onto his cock, legs cutely twitching with a squalling whimper ripping out of your strained chords. the release was so sudden, that your eyes widened dramatically as your lips parted into a pretty bewildered âoh!â
the feeling was just so erogenous, and your entire body underneath his fell into jerking spasms. âmy, oh myyy,â nanami gruffly murmured, still maintaining a gentle yet tight grip on the back of your head. soft, massaging fingers glissade down your scalp at his grasping hold before he feels your ass weakly writhing back into him. âmessy girl, thatâs it. make a mess for me, sweetheart. âs okay, let go.â
âu- ugh!â your brows curl, and your cunt was just dripping like a faucet - profusely. his tip stopped all types of movement, brushing against your convulsing clit as you kept gushing and he grunts. right there - right fuckinâ there.. he felt your pulse, relishing in the faint sloshing sounds that occurred between the stickiness of both fleshy thighs meshing against the skin. âfuck, fuck, fuuuck âken.â
â ây did so good,â nanami breathes, his wet tie drenched with your saliva flopping out past your lips. he pulls out, and his dick exits your watery pussy with a cute plap. the sheets were all soaked with your wetness and nanamiâs panting, smearing his flesh-colored crown around your shriveling entrance. pulse after pulse, youâre still eager for him to get back inside despite how your entire body was shivering from your recent mind-boggling finish. âalways loved myself a wet wife,â nanami softly smacks his veiny cock against your teary slit.
âthe wetter the better, haah- darlin.â letâs try that again,â and you whine, feeling his dick slap against your crying, wet pussy. with a click of his tongue, nanami lets off a deep, heavy sigh. âthink she needs a bit more.. ah- velocity training.â
SUKUNA â
RYĆMEN.
âheh- your smart mouthâs almost as annoying as your weak arch, little girl,â sukuna snickers, keen-witted canines briefly poking out his lips.
youâre moaning, letting off occasional pitchy swear words whilst getting absolutely destroyed by the king of curses himself. he always treated your pussy like an enemy â using his favorite technique, absolutely annihilating your g-spot.
the fleecy, thin straps of sukunaâs kimono tickled against your skin as heâs driving his thick cock deep into you with such rigorous might. hit after hit after hit, sukunaâs dick was just as angry as he was.
as you were whining, your voice was steadily forming raw and strained as those cute little âooohâs!â sweetly cried out from your dried voice box.
his tipâs got such a curve that makes your insides tingle. âohâŠ.f- fuuuck,â you heave in a single sharp breath, feeling your tummy cowardly tuck its way inward. sukunaâs cockâs greedy, and each stroke makes your eyes bulge wider ân wider out of their sockets. heâs bottomed balls deep, and you could hear his animalistic pants bellow huskily from behind you. playfully, sukuna trails a claw down your back, watching you writhe at something as simple as his touch.
â âm not gonna last, âkuna, s- so big, stretchinâ me so fuckinâ goâah!â you whine, getting a face full of a fluffed pillow. heâs got an angle that makes you feel it all, every single inch pumping inside of your cuntâintroducing itself against your pearled nub each passing second.
his hips were viciously vicious, and youâre just drooling from the cracks of your mouth at each girthy centimeter prying your insides open. âughhh- donât stop, f- fuck me. fuââ
âahh,â sukuna tuts, and you whimper once his palm wetly spanks against your stuffed pussy. pasty, teary droplets briskly coat his hand before he rubs circles against your tender clit. with his hips securely pressed right up against your jerking ass, sukuna licks your ear. âyouâll get your turn to speak. but right now, sheâs the star right now, not you. have some class, wet girl.â
as popping wet sloshes cry from the opened arc of your legs, and you feel sukunaâs forked tongue flick against your neck. âmmh- sheâs so nasty, talk talk taaaalk. jusâ like her dumb fuckinâ owner..â sukuna brings your hips up with two hardened palms, making sure your face stays shoved deep into the mattress.
with a cute wiggle, your ass rewinds into him and he grunts at the immediate jiggle. with a loud, briefly stinging whack, he spanks youâhearing those cute âlil clamors leave your cracking throat before seconds later and heâs back to thrusting.
sukunaâs cock was dangerous - you already felt yourself getting more ân more stupid the harder his hips snapped into you. vehemently, his strokes turn languidly sloppy within seconds, and you mouth out a cute silent âohmyfuckinâgodddd!â blood-shot eyes rove down your bouncing frame and how you were bent over just for him and only him. âmng- mâlord, there- there pleaaaase!â
âdonât know whoâs louder,â the demon snarls under his breath in a tone dripping with amused mockery. he stares as your ass extends upward and youâre arched right over, face pathetically buried into his velveteen-made sheets.
every clashing pap of ridden skin never failed to echo through his chambers, and the gluey feeling of sticky, crashing thighs makes his fangs sharply nip into his lip. âmngh-â his dick swirls a shape-like motion all arooound your pussy, easing a secret pathway way into your cervix and you short circuit instantaneously.
sukuna huffs lowly, clawing more of his black whetted fingernails into the skin of your plush ass. âyou or this fuckinââŠhah- talkative pussy. canât even hear myself think.â
âsuh- suku-â you squeak, dumbing down from each second he spends battering his fat cock inside of you. your walls were tight, desperately clinging to him, clamping vigorously before popping out a cacophony of wet plops. your eyes were already rolled back, and your blocked vision met with a dark void of darkness. âah-â you end up drooling, a stream of saliva starting to bubble from the corners of your twitching lips. sukunaâs deeeeep, nearly creating an unforgettable bulge with how he easily pushes his entire weight against your ass.
your mindâs completely empty . . but, youâre transported right back to reality once you hear a splitting crack of wood. as sukunaâs still driving his thick cock into your slobbering pussy like a madman, he hears that eerie âcreeeeakâ sound.
itâs the headboardâand, within seconds, the bed awkwardly flops, and you heard the boxspring weakly snap from underneath. ângh-â sukuna grunts, the both of you briefly collapsing from the bed calling quits to support the ridiculous weight. your release pauses as you pant, wondering what happened, and the curse just slyly snickers at you. â âs all good. just a little bed break,â and you felt his forked, slimy tongue lick down your sweat-covered back. he huskily âahâsâ once he allows his tongue to savor your natural taste before groaning.
his cockâs aching.. and the top of his cockâs flushing a pearly, shimmery color of velvet red. a thumb of his pulls a bit of lingering foreskin before he brings his crowned cockhead toward your pretty puckering hole. sukuna notices you trying to crane your head to look at your ass but he tsks, making you face back in front.
âturn that head back the fuck around. just because the bed broke doesnât mean âm not done breakinâ this pussy too, little girl. now open up for me. goood girl.â
SATORU â
GOJO.
âoh, oh- wait a minute, angel,â satoru pauses mid-thrust, pressing his naturally sculpted pelvis against your ass. youâre moaning once he wraps a smooth hand around your throat, bringing pink glossed lips toward the lobe of your ear. âare you cryinnnâ?â and indeed, you were.
heâs been hitting you from the back so deep ân so good that youâre fighting back fat, glittery tears. they stick to your lashes, nearly blinding you with each flapping blink and you moaned for him to not stop - not now, not ever.
snickering smokily, satoru then starts to use his other hand to maneuver sloppy, wet shapes around your slippery, stuffed cunt.
âsooooo tender for me, hm?â and satoruâs lanky dick stretched you thin - wearing you thin with every long inch, causing your brows to cutely twist in rapture. âtsssk. canât help but be emotional and wet for me, cute..â
âs- satoru, donât stop- please,â your sweet pleads and begs instantly making his cock twitch inside of you. you shuddered, feeling a vein of his prod on his foreskin, nipping against your insides as he moved. satoru was so long, but even longer inside..
itâs probably been round after round, but youâre already salivating for more. his slim body was pushed right up against yours, and you felt the snowy, wooly hairs that were taped to his base drag all across his skin. heâs such a tease though. you could merely feel that annoying smug grin boring right into the back of your skull, despite how you werenât even facing him. ângh- finish.. fucking me.â
âoh! sounds like a demand, and yâknow how i donât like being given orders,â he hoarsely whispers, two rough hands pulling up your ass to create a deeper slope.
heâs in deep, idly massaging your clit with his tip not shifting at all. your wetness perfectly coats the entire thick base of his cock, and satoru could hear your pleading little squelches trying to sweet talk him at the same time too. âaw, is that back talk âm hearing?â and you whimper, hearing a slap sound between your legs.
satoru spanks your cunt - feeling you wriggle, desperately trying to rut back against him but he makes you halt. âah- patience,â and your sweet whines fueled his ego oh-so-good. satoruâs slim waist sensually rocks against your ass, and youâre smacked by his rearing hips time ân time again. youâre probably so stupefied. your dripping tongue hung all out of your mouth as languid, airy pants roughly seized away from your lungs. â âm gonna cum, satoru. youâre hittinâ that spot s- sooo good, mmg-â
âyeah, tell me how ya really feel,â and you gasp, feeling him push your knee into your chest. youâre still laid flat on your back, and nowâheâs got an even deeper angle. his cock explores every part of your pussy, and that sticky grip on your ass makes him groan against your earlobe.
âthink you just might have the strongest pussy, baby. grippinâ all⊠on me,â and as his voice deepens, maybe even quavering a bit from how sensitive he felt, satoru sucks sloppy kisses against your neck. âmhm- donât think i can beat her. nope.. not when sheâs being so fuckinâ hah- sloppy, shit.â
slosh after wetted slosh could be heard from between the open space of your legs and youâre whimpering. his tipâs constant thrashing so merciless - filthily showering your pearled nub with a kiss after pounding kiss until your legs were on the verge of snapping shut.
satoruâs closet pressed up against your bare rotating ass, grinding his washboard abs into your body and it just feels so hot. he swats a hand against your ass, intently sucking his teeth at the three-second jiggle before moaning lowly into your ear. âheh.. thereâs that cute g-spot- i mean weak spot,â and with a rude collisionâsatoruâs thrusts slam into you at full impact, causing your brain to nearly hotwire.
itâs so abrupt that you didnât even recognize your voice when your shrieking squeal came out. âmmph!â your eyes hugely bulge, and his cockâs stuffed soso many inches insideâsneaking a hand underneath your tummy just to feel you cutely heaving around his size. as youâre creaming down his hardened shaft.
sublimely, it stands tall inside of you and he heartily chuckles at your bodyâs retreating response. youâre shaking, barely being able to move your hips and your head ends up falling into the cushioned pillow with a soft thud. âs- satoru, donât.. donât stop,â and as your tongue remains lies flat down your lips, you put out a needy sob. âoh my go- hah- âm still.. cumminâ.
âhm, okay,â satoru whispers, skipping a few warm fingers down your spine. you tense at his touch, and your back slightly raises before his dick loudly pops! it's way out of your sensitive pussy. trails ân trails of glistening, perspiring sweat paints down his pale frame before he flips you over. satoru treats you like a doll - a rag doll, and before you know it, youâre straddling on top of him.
with blurred, faded vision, you could see a cunning grin stretching across his pinkened lips before he aligns you. âah, jusâ lie back against my chest, good girl,â he praises you, feeling your back recline against his ripped abdomen. youâre moaning, still shattering all rows of your teeth at your recent eye-rolling orgasm before satoru slings two arms underneath your legs.
you gasp, letting off a soft âoof!â once he suddenly lifts you, openly gawking in awe at your creamy hole hovering over his crimson-shaded tip. ânew position baby. âm gonna try usinâ infinity on this pretty cunt,â and you moaned, hearing a looooong stretch of his dick from behind you and you gulped.
was he-
satoru was making his cock longer, you didnât even know he could do that but the anxious flutter between your thighs was almost embarrassing. your tummy steadily caves in ân out as you feel him starting to gradually sink into you.
attacking the left part of your neck with a barrage of wet, starving kissesâsatoru hoarse grunts. âyâknow what they say. eighth orgasmâs the charm, angel. now biiiiig fuckinâ stretch, lemme teach her how strong i can really get with a few extra inches, heh..â
TOJI â
FUSHIGURO.
âcâmooon, pretty thing. letâs see that ass show me what itâs fuckinâ made of,â toji grunts, slightly tilting his right thigh up. heâs rude - hips far ruder though, and heâs just straight up plunging deep into your cervix until your tongueâs just sloppily hanging out your mouth.
with your lips wholly coated with a natural gloss of saliva, youâre damn near hysterical. heâs hitting you so deep, biting his lower lip each time your ass does that cute sticking smack right against his sharpened pelvis. tojiâs washboard abs flex ân tense through his dingy white tank before he swats against your ass. âmhm- atta girl. entertain this dick girl, entertain- fuckinâ- me.â
âmngh!â you squealed, your incoherent babble turning into muffles against the pillows in front of you. tojiâs whole right-hand fits over your head and he lightly shoves your face into the mattress.
youâre whimpering, each rough slam into your rear sending staticky ringing through your ears. heâs so nasty, plowing into you with such lively horsepower that it makes you start to pant like a literal greyhound. â âm gonna fuck, gonna fuckinâ cum, t- toooji.â
with a scoff, toji spanks your ass. âyeah? thatâs nice.â his toneâs fuckinâ sly, he couldn't care less. your cuntâs so slippery, slickly gluing against his hairy base that piercingly pap! pap! paps! right into both twirling globes of your ass.
the sounds of repeated smacking flesh pitched louder and louder as both bodies rutted into each other. the bedroom filled with harmonies of rough slaps and groans, as well as your added whimper and whines from how good toji was plowing you into the shared king-sized bed. tojiâs a menace when it came to his hips though.
he does this thing where he stuffs you all the way full with one single thrustâŠ.then pulls out⊠then back inâŠthen back fuckinâ out..
âmhm- goodâŠgood, goooood,â his voice lowers, and so did his angle. tojiâs cock had a bit of lean, lazy hook and itâs just sexy. itâs noticeable curve forever made itself known by just doing a single shimmy with his wide hips. from top to bottom of his cock thatâs prodding with lightening shaped veins all over, heâs insanely big. âhah- look at that cute ass jusâ bouncinâ all on me. goddamn, babygi- fuck.â
toji even arched his back too, combing a few thickset fingers through his murky dark strands before feeling his dick swell up from the creamed top. heâs close, and with how good you were gripping around him, it wasnât helping things much at all.
your insides were so gluey, sticking against him like pasty adhesive, determined to wring around him like the lewdest vice imaginable. âgoddamn-â he groans, thin nostrils immediately flaring.
your pussyâs grip was ruthless - you squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, hearing tojiâs grumbles huff underneath his breath. â âm gonna make this tummy so nice ân plump,â he grouses, ravened brows curling together. vein after vein throbbing through his cock as heâs deepening his hits, giving the back of your tank top a firm grasp. you fall back into his cock at the pull, moaning and sweetly âooh!â ing at each jackhammering hit of his cock.
âmmgh- cum in me, toji,â you whimper, rocking your body against the dingy sage sheets with no shame. your bodyâs all slumped, humping against the bed with the front of your body as your right cheek pressed into the mattress.
tojiâs buried to the very hilt, and his burning-up crown alone even started french kissing your cervix, dozens of times too. itâs indisputably sloppy, and you let off a gasp once you feel him swirling his stout tip alllll around your gummy insides, tap tap tapping against that beloved spongey texture. âdonât miss, f- fuck.â
âhah- with an arch like that, yâer askinâ for at quadruplets,â and his hips brutally snap into you. for a second, tojiâs cock leaves you brain dead with the cause before his heavy, life-altering shaft. that exact spot that feels a bit bumpy, his tip rams against it and it scratches the left lobe of your brain so good. toji snickers, hearing you left off a pornographic âaaaah!â at the abrupt discovered pressure. ângh- better take it all then, donât waste a fuckinâ drop, girl.â
it happens with such quicknessâtojiâs lowly growls, his husky orgasm sounding more like a gruff pitching battle cry. heâs slowing his hips before holding your wobbly hips in place. right as heâs cumming in you, tojiâs burly body presses against your backside. you could feel him still grinding, although itâs a bit more weak.
âugh- fillinâ you so well gotta getcha niiiice ân round fâm again. canât leave my pretty mama without a.. hah- fill,â and it starts to pour deep inside. it oozes inside of your cunt, and it flows out so quickly that some even start to dribble down the crevices of your thighs. pretty, sloppy squelches could be heard from the occurring mess and toji dryly swallows. âmhm- sheâs as nasty as you, babygirl. look at her swallowinâ it all up. so good.â
âtooooji,â youâd whimper, gasping once you felt a big thumb snail its way down your sopping pussy. wads of cum race down your thighs, and with a sloshing wet pop, toji pulls out his cock that was frothing from the velvet-reddened tip. he grunts, admiring your ass that still had itself raised, and he then leans down. toji inches his face toward your backside, using two wide hands to spread your ass apart.
âhaaaah,â he pants against your dripping cunt, rolling out his tongue. you whimpered, clicking your teeth together once he starts to lap up the globs cum that was spilling down your thighs. itâs a loud sluuuurp! from tojiâs mouth that gives you butterflies, but he then gives your clit a sweet munch with both pairs of lips.
toji rubs his lip scar against your pulsating cunt before snickering against your entrance, cleaning up his cum that glistened down your poor, aching slit thatâs just so overflooded. âmhm- keep this arch, pretty girl. âm fuckinâ starved,â toji spits against your slick-covered heat before allowing the sheeny strings to land flat on his rolled out tongue.
ââŠand this cute pussyâs just askinâ to be devoured, heh..â
INO â
TAKUMA.
âback⊠shots?â ino lets out a tremulous short breath, nearly drooling at the prurient sight of you arching over the armrest of the couch.
you were so breathtaking, even in such an erotic hunched-over positionâface up ân pretty ass down. just to top it all off though, your pulled-to-the-side-panties that exposed your flooded dripping pussy only made things ten times worse. you even dared to sprightly throw your hips around in a circle, hearing a cute needy whine pull leave from inoâs lap. âo- okay, i can- i can do backshots.â
âdonât be scared, ino,â you hush in a sweet coaxing tone, your voice as smooth as silk. all types of warmth lingered on your tone. heâd probably cum just from listening to you speak if he wasnât too careful. reaching a thumb from behind you, you drag a plump thumb down your puffed slit. soaked right away, ino watches before bringing the flushed crownhead of his cock towards your wet fluttering slit. itâs so wetâjust aptly pouring with syrupy slick from the sides, the corners, hell- even the inner wet crevicesâŠ
ino felt his heart pounding, and he was holding back a moan once his plump cockhead swirls a circle around your swallowing entrance. you moan, arching more before humming. âmhm- like that. now fuck me, baby. fuck m-â
and oh- he does.
ino was a very quick learner because, within no time, you found yourself arched right over with his capped tip being greedily swallowed by your famished entrance.
inoâs so frantic - and itâs almost cute how he had no literal rhythm. heâs getting lost in your pussyâbut after a few sloppy starting thrusts, he surprisingly locates every tender spot like it's nothing. you shudder as your hips start to rise, feeling a few wet droplets splat against your arched backside and oh, heâs really drooling now..
his breaths turn from steady to heavy within seconds, and heâs just hypnotized at how pretty your cunt took in all the turgid inches of his shaft. âs- sorry, canât help it,â he meekly apologizes, wiping a hairy arm over his spit-glossed lips. his hands awkwardly grip your ass before you feel him swipe a slender digit toward your neglected hole.
âoooh,â he whimpers to himself, plugging it with the entirety of his stubby thumb. with his buttoned nose cutely wrinkling at the sensations of being full from both orifices, you whine out his name thrice. sweet repeated chants of âino!â ïżœïżœinooo!â or âiiii-noooo!â and itâs so melodic to ino, in a salacious way at least.
your cunt dewily clenches at him toying with your slick hole, and he pulls out his thumb before groaning. âgod- âs no fair, baby,â and heâs still clinging onto your bouncing hips, staring as your ass starts to fuck back into him. speaking of toys, he couldnât help but moan at how you rewinded your hips back into him oh-so perfectly.
it was like your entire waist was controlled, and inoâs grabbing at the plump cheeks of your ass at every moment he could. the slaps of skin were so loud, and they echoed through every cornering wall in the dimly lit bedroom. âdonât evenâŠhah- know what âta do with all this ass. phew- think âm gonna⊠faint.â
âdonât be dramatic, ino,â you skewed your hips around his cock, swallowing in a deep breath at the overly thick tummy-tucking stretch that surprises your pussy. heâs just big - rummaging through every important part of your guts before slap! youâre met with a stony coarse wham that makes your tongue flop out on his own. âf- fuck, right there. keep hittinâ that spot, oh- fuck!â
inoâs already in love⊠and, your hips were a smooth talker, if anything.
the way you moved and perfectly corresponded to him, heâs getting teary. it feels so damn good, the familiar tightening of his balls makes him nearly choke on an incoming exhale as he watches you throw back against him.
it was almost comicalâyou wanted to try backshots, and ino could barely keep up with your pace because technically speaking, you were fucking him. âgod- baby, âm gonna cum. canât.. canât hold it, lemme finish inside pleaseplease,â and as heâs babbling, you could hear him sniffling.
your pussy was so good that it had him choking on his own words, stammering clumsily over every whiny syllable. inoâs hands never leave your hips, and he swats a few palms at your doughy ass that jerks right into him before sighing. youâre so stuffed already, but the thought of him dumping such a hot, buttery batch of cum inside you had you humming in longing contempt. âmhm- tell me, baby. your pussyâs gonna f- fuckinâ kill me, hah-â
âinsiiiide, do it,â you whine, slightly raising your hips. god- the view, your slick twitching cunt had ino hearing his whole heartbeat through his ears. he was damn near mesmerized, and his tip was just weeping at the constant tender rubbing it was creating against your clit. your entrance slicked against him like velcro, and inoâs jaw was already clenching at the clingy sensation.
with of few more pops of his weak hips, ino eventually does cum - and itâs a lot.
a knot of, gooey fresh cum shoots right into you, quickly traveling through your insides. ino whines way louder than you, and he falls flat against your back. âugh- baby,â he grunts, his voice cracking as soon as he falls into your embrace. itâs hot, and you moan once he continues to spurt thin ribbons straight deep into your womb. timid, soppily hands suffered with insane amounts of sweat before you felt his palms all around your body. even with ino still rawly pumping into you, heâs running his hands up and down the curvature of your waistâstopping at your ass, his favorite.
squelches ân squelches galore..
his softened cock remained plugging you full with all of its mightâfeeling your dribbling cunt tighten around the entirety of his length. it takes him a good while before heâs finally emptied his entire load, giving himself a subtle shake to make sure itâs all deep inside of you. âgood boy,â you quietly hum, rolling over, swiping a thumb down your flooded cunt. ino pants, flopping onto your chest and he looks so in love. his face was flushing the more he deeply stared at you, and your eyes widened once you realized inoâs slowly pushing the crowns of your knees up to your chest. âhah- ino?â
â âm not done,â he murmurs, leaning in to press a sweet, chaste kiss against your quivering lips. he moans at the soft prod of your tongue brushing against his before his pearly-colored tip whacks against your pussy thatâs still spitting out tiny clumps of his cum.
âone more round. need t- to claim these walls before i claim your heart first, baby.â
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reader doing the âheâs the best big brother everâ trend on bf!rafe <3 warnings none/rafe being salty in readerâs comments
Rafeâs gaze hovered over your figure, admiring as you shuffled around to adjust the phone positioned on the counter. You set the timer, stealing a glance in Rafeâs direction, who stood and observed like a lost puppy; unaware of what to do with himself. âIâll start recording on three, please donât say or do anything weird, okay? My account is done for if another post of mine gets flagged.â
âAlright baby, start it.â He assured, his statement not convincing whatsoever. You simply rolled your eyes, doing as he ordered, hurrying to press the record button. You straightened up, taking Rafeâs side as you fixed up your hair, instantly flashing the camera a smile when the blue line appeared on the screen.Â
Rafe crossed his arms, brows knitting into a frown upon hearing your next words. âIf you wanna get to him,â you started, suppressing your giggles as you addressed Rafe with your thumb, then back at your chest. âYouâll have to go through me first.âÂ
âWhat are you saying?â Rafe scoffed, slightly taken aback when you turned around, your arms filling the majority of the view. You reached for his face, cupping his cheeks in your hold as you forced his head down, until his eyes leveled with yours.Â
Rafe instantly melted when you sweeped him in a kiss, arms naturally finding the curve of your waist, in an attempt to deepen the kiss. A groan of complaint bubbled out of his throat when you moved away, not giving him the satisfaction of getting what he wants, and instead turning back to the camera, with his hand loosely hugging your side.Â
âHeâs the best big brother ever!â You uttered between chuckles, sensing the way Rafe stiffened from your side.Â
âWhat the fuck?!â His eyes widened with shock, flashing you a look of disbelief, watching as you erupted into a fit of laughter, unable to maintain character at your boyfriendâs reaction. âBest what now? Delete that shit!âÂ
âOh myââ you continue to giggle, amused by the hint of annoyance washing over Rafeâs expression. âYouâre the best, I can't ask for a better brother figureââÂ
âEnough with your bullshit, man!â He interrupted before you could further speak, aiming for the phone. âYou and your stupid TikTok challenges.âÂ
âWait, Rafe!â You snatched your phone from his hold, knowing the latter; he was probably going to delete it. âIâm posting it, your reaction is funny.âÂ
âYouâre not posting that!â He argued, groaning when he strived to take your phone, merely for you to dodge his hold. âCâmon baby, what if they actually think Iâm your brother? You already have so many thirsty men in your comments.âÂ
âRelax, baby.â You rolled your eyes, embracing the boy in a hug, too engrossed by the video on your phone to spare him a glance. âItâs a trend, besides, who in their right mind kisses their brother?âÂ
Yeah, maybe you shouldâve listened to your boyfriend.Â
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a/n old trend ik... but this was too cute not to do :'(
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Alone on Christmas? Mad at your dad?
Rating: E (MDNI) Words: ~11k Tags: Ghost x f!Reader, Dirtbag!Ghost, strangers -> ???, groping, non-con kissing, coerced consent, oral (F!Receiving), fingering, squirting, piv sex, kidnapping? Summary: A stranger online promises he'll make your parents' Christmas hell, and you're eager to take him up on the offer. You may have bitten off more than you can chew.
<Alone on Christmas? Mad at your dad?
[casual encounters]
âI am a 35 year old former SAS operator with no A levels, tattoos, and a motorcycle. I can play anywhere from 30 to 40 depending on if I shave. Iâm a line cook and I work late nights at my mateâs bar. If youâd like to have me pretend to be in a long term serious relationship with you, to torment your family, Iâm game.
I can do these things, at your request:
Openly hit on female guests while you act like you donât notice
Start instigative discussions about religion and/or politics
Propose to you in front of everyone
Talk at length about my time in the army including what it felt like to kill a man(good or bad your choice)
Pretend to be really drunk as the evening goes on(donât drink much these days, but I know the drill)
Start an actual, physical fight with a family member, either inside or on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see.
Only pay I want is the free meal and the entertainment.â
-do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers
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RE: âAlone on Christmas? Mad at your dad?âÂ
From:[email protected]
Is this offer still open?
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RE: RE: âAlone on Christmas? Mad at your dad?â
From: [email protected]
Depends how far you want me to travel.
-S
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RE: RE: RE: âAlone on Christmas? Mad at your dad?â
From: [email protected]
Any chance youâre in the XXXXX area? Iâll buy you lunch and we can talk details.
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RE: RE: RE: RE: âAlone on Christmas? Mad at your dad?â
From: [email protected]
Close enough for a free meal. Iâm in XXXX
-S
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RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: âAlone on Christmas? Mad at your dad?â
From: [email protected]
Letâs meet at Gallery Eats. Also can you send me an ID or something so I know what you look like?
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RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: âAlone on Christmas? Mad at your dad?â
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Know you birds get jumpy, send it out to your little friends.Â
Tuesday 15:30
See you thereÂ
-S
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Heâs already at the shop when you get there, scrolling through his phone with his legs spread wide under the little wooden table, a full-face motorcycle helmet taking up more than half of the tiny tabletop.
You hadnât realized how big the guy would be. Even sitting down heâs massive. Youâd bet money heâs over six foot, and he easily eclipses the little cafe chair heâs settled in. His craigslist ad wasnât lying when it said âtattoos.â The guyâs arms are covered in swirling black ink, and you follow the line of it up to the dark collar of his shirt where it peaks out to creep up his neck. Heâs perfect. Your folks will hate him.
Dark eyes meet yours and a smirk creeps over his face, it tugs at a thin scar bisecting his lips.
He stands, and you bee-line for him.
âThank god you look like your picture.â You huff, settling your bag on the chair across from him.
âThat any way ta greet your man?â He grunts, holding a hand out. âSimon.â
You take his hand with a smile, and feel thick fingers wrap around your own. You glance down at the dark seal on the back of his hand, the carefully inked numbers already fading with age spelling out â141.âÂ
âSo,â He smiles, leaning so far back in his seat that the chair tips, âHow mad are we talkinâ?â
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It turns out Simonâs motorcycle isnât his only mode of transportation. You roll up to your parents house in a half-wrapped muscle car that Simon claims heâs been âworking onâ and you can almost smell the distaste radiating off of your folks when they peak through the front window. Simon makes a big show of ignoring you while you try to get the oddly shaped Christmas gifts out of the trunk, lighting a cigarette and checking his phone while you struggle. Finally your parents decide to wander out onto their front step, and your father stalks over to take the bulkier gifts from you while Simon eyes him.
You grin at him, already pleased with his grumbling and glaring at Simon. Simon, for his part, offers a, âSure it ainât too heavy old man?â That makes a vein on your fatherâs temple throb angrily. He ambles after you and your father, and makes a show of giving your mom a once over.
âSweetheart!â Your mother grimace-smiles at you, âWho is this?â
âThis is Simon,â You sigh, leaning against Simon with a dopey smile, âMy boyfriend.â
âBoyfriend.â Your mother grits her teeth, âYou didnât say you were bringing a guest.â
âOh I know, but you can pull up a chair, right?â You gasp, âWeâre not messing up your table are we?â
Your motherâs eye twitches. You know her well enough to know sheâs already thinking about people bumping elbows at an overcrowded table. You can almost hear your little cousins complain about the lack of space. You also know sheâll never admit her annoyance in front of a guest.
âOf course not.â She smiles tightly, âThe more the merrier.â She turns to Simon. âItâs nice to meet you Simon.â
Simon finally takes his cue, tossing his ashy cigarette onto the stone walkway with a flick of his fingers. He exhales nearly into your motherâs face before seemingly remembering last minute that, thatâs rude.
âNice to meet you,â His eyes flick down to your motherâs chest, âCan see where the bird gets âer tits from.â
You could scream with laughter the way your motherâs lips tighten into a thin line and her brows twitch down ever so slightly, the picture of barely contained shock and disgust. You can feel your father fuming on the other side of you.
âWhy donât we put presents down?â You chirp, trying to play at oblivious while Simon leers at your mother. She does her best to subtly cross her arms and tug the neck of her sweater closed. âSimon, do you have a hand to help dad?â
âCourse, sweetâeart.â He hums, leaning to kiss your temple. A sweet gesture if he didnât grab a handful of your ass at the same time, angled precisely so youâre sure your dad can see. âChrist you got a fat ass,â He mumbles, his voice low and graveled as he squeezes you again. You feel your cheeks heat in spite of yourself. Itâs all pretend, all things youâve talked about, but that doesnât stop your body from reacting. His big hand lingers, fingers dragging over your ass as he pushes past your parents into the house. Uninvited.
You ignore your motherâs pointed look under the pretense of juggling presents, pushing into the house after your fake boyfriend.
Simon unceremoniously snatches the gifts from your father as soon as heâs in the house, haphazardly tossing the boxes under the tree while you carefully place your own presents, seemingly ignorant of your boyfriendâs lack of care.
âSo how was the drive?â Your dad asks, trying to find something to talk about.
âBloody awful,â Simon butts in before you can answer, he jerks his head in your direction, ââad to listen to the birdâs music the âole time.â
âI thought you liked my music,â You pout.
âWhen tha fuck âave I ever said that?â He snaps at you. You stifle the flinch and watch Simonâs brows draw down ever so slightly.
When youâd gone through all the details for this heâd told you to try and temper your flinching, assured you that you didnât need to be scared of him, that if you were dating heâd never lay a hand on you. That didnât stop his quick, harsh, response from startling you. At least the small crease in his brow made you think he didnât enjoy the reaction.
âWhen we first met.â You smile, playing it off.Â
âAnd you believed that?â Simon huffs, âCanât believe Iâm the first one to grab ya off the street with âow gullible ya are.â
You blink at him, and turn to hastily cover for him to your dad.
âA consensual grabbing.â You assure him.
âThink Iâm still deaf in my right ear from âow loud ya screamed.â Simon grumbles, digging a finger into his ear as if to demonstrate his hearing loss. You feel your cheeks heat reflexively. Even fictional itâs embarrassing to imagine that you might have met a long term serious boyfriend in a kidnapping attempt.
Nevermind that the idea of someone like Simon grabbing you off the street is a major plot point in some of your favorite videos. You try to keep your mind out of the gutter, a difficult task with Simonâs fingers grazing your ass.
âIt was a prank.â You continue covering.
âBet actually.â Simon corrects in an attempt to make things worse. âSeeinâ âoo could take the prettiest bird âome.â He nudges your dad as if heâs bringing him in on the joke, âShouldâve seen âow much this one struggled, shouldâve known sheâd be an âandful.â
âYour friends sound-â Your dad swallows whatever distaste boils behind his tongue in an effort to keep the peace, âinteresting.â
âServed together.â Simon sniffs.
âOh!â Your father seems to brighten at this new information.
âLost a lot of good men, but kept all the worst, eh bird?â Simon tosses a smile your way. The playful grin lights up his face, tugs at his scars in a way thatâs far too charming.Â
âWhere did you serve?â Your father asks, too eager for war talk.
âWent where I was needed.â Simon grunts. Itâs an end to the conversation. You can see your father trying to think of where to go from there, if he should push for a different answer or ask about if Simon enjoyed his time in the service. He settles on exactly what youâre sure Simon was hoping for.
âSo what do you do now?â
You almost brace yourself for his answer, and youâre glad for the added tension in your shoulders because it stops you from barking out a laugh.
âBeside fuckinâ the bird?â He doesnât get another word out before your father growls out a loud.
âAlright-â that your mother cuts off with her well timed, if sudden entrance.
âYour aunt is on her way,â She informs you, âSheâs excited to meet your boyfriend.â
âYou got a lot of people cominâ ta this thing?â Simon asks, as if you hadnât given him a full guest list.
âJust a few,â Your mother smiles, âmy sister lives nearby so sheâll be bringing her boys.â
âWouldâve been nice ta know there were brats cominâ ta this thing,â Simon gives you a look and you pout.
âI told you this was a family thing.â You remind him.
âDidnât know ya had so much family,â He sniffs, âBrother isnât cominâ ta this too is âe?â
You have to stop yourself from grinning at the family landmine Simon so perfectly walked into.
âHenry doesnât come to family functions anymore,â Your mother tells him curtly.
âHeard âe got tired of havinâ you scare off âis girls,â Simon grins, âthought youâd be a bigger bitch.â You choke. You motherâs gaze whips to you and you carefully go about adjusting the presents under the tree just so you donât have to look at her.Â
âWell I donât know where you heard that,â The high note in your motherâs voice betrays her, the faux-calmness barely covering the boiling anger thatâs starting to show, âbut itâs not true.â
âAre you callinâ me a liar,â Simonâs voice takes an icy note in response and you glance over your shoulder to watch him roll his shoulders back. You can see the way his musculature moves even under his jumper. The threat is palpable, and also completely inappropriate for the situation.
Heâs good at this.
Itâs your fatherâs turn to diffuse the situation.
âYou a footie fan?â He asks, because heâs ass at calming your mother (or anyone else) down. You can practically feel Simonâs attention shift, like the air in the room has to adjust to the pressure he exerts.
âCity.â Simon huffs. You dad grins, and you know exactly what heâs going to say. Playful ribbing that somehow always ends in a screaming match.
âManchester boy, eh? Ya find it hard losinâ to Liverpool all the time or do ya get used to it?â Your father jokes. The question hangs dead in the air. Simon hasnât moved a muscle, so still it scares even you, and you know itâs just an act.
âYou like chewinâ your food?â Simon asks, his voice so deathly calm that you grab his arm with a laugh and pull at him.
âHeâs just kidding Simon,â You placate, trying to pull your --wow this guyâs bicep is huge-- fake boyfriend away, âRight dad?â
âOh come on,â You father tosses your way with a shake of his head, âI can handle a Manc-â He snorts and turns to Simon â-at least better than their players handle the ball.â
Simon flexes under your hands, and you physically canât restrain him from shaking you off to stalk over to your dad.Â
âSimon please,â You plead, you donât even have to act, the way he grabs your father by the shirt collar you all but leap to wrap your arms around his waist and try to pull him back, ânot again!â
âAgain!â Your mother yelps as your father holds his hands up, eyes wide with fear.
âIt was a joke,â Your father assures Simon.
âFuckinâ better be.â Simon relents, releasing his hold on your father and turning those dark eyes to you.
âLookât you grabbinâ me,â He grabs you before you can let him go, your muscles still vibrating with adrenaline. He holds your face with the same hand that had held your father, squeezes your cheeks with his fingers.âReal cute, thinkinâ you could âold me back.â Your stomach flips. âTaught you betterân that didnâ I? You want somethinâ you gotta ask, yeah?â
âI donâ-â You try to shake yourself back to your senses and Simon squeezes you a little tighter, âPlease let go.â Embarrassment settles hot in your stomach at the spark of⊠something in Simonâs eyes.
âThereâs my girl,â He smiles, âNow give us a kiss love.â
You feel your stomach drop out, and youâre sure it shows on your face. Simon raises a brow. Your tongue feels too big in your dry mouth. You swallow and glance at your parents.
âI thought you said no PDA,â You try. This wasnât in the brief.
âJust on the cheek then,â His smile is absolutely devilish, you wonder where he learned it, âWouldnât want ta embarrass you in front of your folks.â Your mother scoffs. Simon turns to glare at her and you rush a quick peck on his cheek just to get it over with.
His stubble is sharp where it pokes against your lips, but his skin is surprisingly soft. You almost hesitate pulling away. Your skin already feels hot with the humiliation of kissing a veritable stranger whose only goal is to antagonize your parents for the evening, so you donât waste time with the action.
Youâre saved by your aunt opening the front door with a loud, excited:
âHappy Christmas!â
Before she freezes in the doorway. Your cousins rush in, seemingly unaware of the tension and you take the opportunity to pull out of Simonâs grip.
âIs this a bad time?â Your aunt asks as tactfully as she can given the energy in the house.
âItâs a great time,â Simon answers for the crowd with a smile. Your mother throws an alarmed look your way and does her best to plaster on something less emotional for her sister.
âI thought you were gonna help with the presents,â Your uncle calls from behind your aunt, who immediately turns to help him get the boxes in. You see her vaguely gesture at the house through the crack between the door and the frame and wonder just what sheâs trying to convey.Â
This holiday is already off to a terrible start. Which is great. But you canât shake the feeling that itâs going⊠worse than youâd initially thought it would.
âWhen are we eating?â One of your cousins asks, you turn to see the teen, Jack, staring at you. You suppose youâre the only adult that ever really gives any of them the time of day, makes sense heâd ask you.
âUh,â you blink, trying to come up with a decent answer for him, âprobably soon.â
âI wanna open presents,â One of the little ones whines.
âYou gotta wait,â Jack tells him.Â
âOk!â Your aunt announces as she comes back inside, now holding gifts, âLooks like youâve already started the party!â
âHavenât even started drinking yet,â Simon assures her. Your uncle joins the fray, shuffling past you to set his gifts under the tree as well.
âYou drink.â Your mother clarifies with a smile, sheâs hiding the horror well.
âIâm the life of the party love,â He tosses your mom a wink and turns to look around. You assume for the liquor.
âWhat do you drink?â Your uncle asks, good natured as usual. Thatâll change.
âBourbon.â Simon hums, âBut Iâll take a beer if thatâs all ya got.â
âSure thereâs somethinâ around here somewhere.â Your uncle meanders over to your parentâs short liquor cabinet and starts rifling through the bottles. Your mother shoots you a look that practically begs you to stop him.
âDo you need something mom?â You ask, oblivious.
âItâs just a little early to start drinking, don't you think?â She asks, a leading question. You know what sheâs trying to do.
âYou sayinâ I canât get a drink?â Simon asks.
âLet the man have a drink,â You uncle cajoles, âItâs a holiday!â
Your motherâs lips press into a thin line. She doesnât comment on the glass your uncle pours for Simon, but she does retreat to the kitchen with your aunt in toe. Youâre almost tempted to follow them and see what theyâre saying. Maybe you could throw some fuel on the fire. Simon throws an arm around your shoulders before you can move, holding you against his side to keep you in place. You glance up at him, he doesnïżœïżœt look at you.Â
You tug your phone from your pocket for something to do, trying to look busy and uninterested in the chaos Simon is sowing, when itâs all you can think about. He manages a normal conversation with your little cousins, going through introductions like a regular person, even commenting on the shirt Jack is wearing. You glance at it and just know that was a fight with his mother. Looks like itâs based off some horror movie, blood dripping off a knife held aloft by a masked figure. Not very Christmas-y.
You can almost hear the argument that must have taken place when heâd put it on.
Simon must be smart enough to figure that out because heâs really hyping up the teen over the shirt. Talking about the movie and complaining about how his mom sounds like a bitch. Your cousin blinks at the swear before you see a grin split his face.
âFuck yeah, is aunty letting us swear now?â Jack asks, too excited to contain it.
âThe fuck is she the queen of England?â Simon laughs, turning to you, âYour mumâs not lettinâ âem swear?â You shrug.
âShe says it isnât âproperâ.â Jack rolls his eyes.
âFuck proper.â Simon snorts. He shoots you a look as he sips his drink. Youâre sure Jack will be cussing the rest of the evening with Simon to back him up. Your momâs gonna love that.
Your aunt comes out of the kitchen and grabs her husband to whisper in his ear. Your uncle glances at Simon and makes a confused face. One of the younger ones runs up to them and loudly asks:
âWhatâs fuck mean?âÂ
Simon averts his gaze and you feel his shoulders shake with restrained laughter. You have to hold it in yourself, the glare your aunt sends Simonâs way is too funny. The kid was bound to hear it from his brother eventually. Really, Simon is saving the teen from being grounded with that one.
Your mom comes sweeping into the living room just in time to save Simon from getting an earful. Your auntâs glare transfers to her before she can fix her face. Your motherâs lips pucker, an unpleasant understanding that something is happening crossing her eyes. She ignores it, much like every other unpleasant thing youâve witnessed with her, in favor of normalcy.
âDinner is ready!â She announces.
âThat was fast,â You blink, usually she spends more time milling about and waiting for people to finish a few cocktails.
âWell,â She smiles at Simon, âI thought Iâd speed things up so nobody misses any other christmases.â
âGot nowhere to be.â He informs her.
âOh Iâm sure youâre mother would-â
âMumâs dead.â Simon sniffs.
âThen your fath-â
âIf the bastard was still alive Iâd kill âim myself.â Simon smiles at her over the rim of his glass before knocking back the rest of the bourbon and pouring himself another two fingers, âYou got me all night if I want.â
Your mothers lips pucker again, the slightest hint of distaste in her expression before she manages a smile.
âWeâre glad to have you.â She offers. You expect sheâll still try to force you out early. âDinner?â
âBloody starvinâ.â Simon grunts, pushing past her towards the kitchen.
Your uncle is already serving himself from the various pans laden with food. Your father isnât far behind him, eyeing the roast like a man starved.
You grab one of the Christmas patterned plates and hold it out to Simon, letting him queue behind your father. He glances around and you watch his eyes land on your cousins hovering nearby.
âAdults serve first,â You whisper to Simon when he steps back from the line for food to let the kids cut in front. Itâs a quiet motion that presses him into you, he glances back like he might give you an apology before he makes eye contact with your aunt and loops his arm around you instead.Â
âWhat?â He asks loudly, âYour mum tryinâ ta starve the poor buggers or somethinâ?â You blink at him. He raises a brow. âNo heart under those tits, eh?â
Your aunt gasps and he gives her a once over. You keep your eyes on your little cousins as they happily load up their plates with turkey and mashed potatoes. One of the older boys smothers his whole plate in gravy and honestly, you canât blame him.
âCanât be jealous, ya clearly got the better ass.â Simon tells your aunt as you scooch around him to get your own plate. He catches you around the middle and pulls you back, curling over you. He tips your head back with a hand on your throat, thick fingers squeezing just enough to dimple the skin.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â He asks. You barely hear him over the roll of butterflies in your stomach. Your cheeks blaze with heat, and you clench your thighs together tight at the way he glowers down at you.
âIâm gonna make you a plate,â You tell him, he pinches your cheek and lets you free.
âGood girl,â He tells you, âGot âer well trained donât I?â He jokes to your aunt, who you can feel radiating anger behind you.
You donât really know what he likes, but Simon is a big guy so you get him a bit of everything, loading up his plate like you do this every day. Itâs probably too much food, but part of you sort of likes the idea that heâs eating what you âmadeâ for him. You hand him the full plate and he smiles, you turn back to grab your own food --you must still be nervous from having his hand at your throat-- and he smacks your ass. You bite back the yelp that threatens to break free. The sharp sting of pain spreads through you like wildfire, blossoming over your skin even through your skirt.
You quickly pile food onto your plate, hoping your aunt takes your speedy exit as one of embarrassment and not one of- well a different sort of embarrassment.
You manage to squeeze into the seat next to Simon, feeling his thick thigh press against yours like a warm anchor. Your mother gives him a dirty look as he reaches to fool with one of the candles in the middle of the table. Youâre sure she heard his loud announcement that she doesnât care about her nephews. His other hand settles on your leg under the table and you stiffen. Thick callused fingers grip your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh with something you desperately want to call reassurance. He knows no one can see that, right?
You watch the rest of your family fill the table, your little cousins already picking at their food, stuffing salad leaves into their mouths and pretending not to lick the gravy off their fingers. You wait for everyone to take their seats before you pick up your fork and your aunt shoots you a look.
âIâd like to-â your aunt starts only to be cut off by your fake-boyfriend.
âI want ta make an announcement.â Simon tells the table loudly, the conversation goes dead, your motherâs eyes bore holes into you, begging for anything but an announcement. You think she might bend her fork with how tight she grips it watching Simon shove his chair back to drop to one knee. You clasp a hand over your mouth, doing your best to play the part of shocked girlfriend, despite having planned this.Â
âSimon!â You squeal as he tugs a black ring box from his pocket.
âLemme talk baby,â Simon hushes you and you shut your mouth quickly, âI know itâs only been a couple a months-â the look in your motherâs eyes could kill an elephant, â-but Iâm mad fer ya, anâ I know birds like you get off market quick so if I wanna keep that ass to myself I bloody well better get ya tied down.â Your mother gasps.
âShut ya gob, Iâm tryinâ ta propose.â He snaps at her, and she leans back like sheâs been struck. Simon turns back to you, and you feel a rush of heat drip between your legs at the look in his eyes. This guy should be on TV with how good an actor he is.
âWill you marry me?â He finally gets out and you nod.
âOf course I will!â You fling yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
His big hands find your waist and squeeze. You pull away to take the ring box and he nearly pulls you out of your chair, only to push you back into it as he kisses you.
Your eyes go wide and you struggle to keep your hands on him when all you want to do is lurch away. Not a good look on an excited and newly ringed up girlfriend.
But the way he kisses you makes your stomach churn. His lips cover yours and almost as quickly as you get used to the feeling his tongue is trying to force its way into your mouth. You rush to close your eyes only to feel his tongue, thankfully, retreat. And be replaced by his teeth, biting your lip hard enough to bruise, prying your lips apart to slip his tongue in and lick your teeth.Â
Your head swims, your eyes rolling at the way his hands grope and squeeze you, tagging every soft scrap they can find while he attempts to devour you. He does something with his tongue, twists it against yours to tickle the roof of your mouth, and you make a noise without meaning to. Itâs all you can do to remember to clumsily slide your lips against his. Youâre not sure you make a pretty picture when he pulls away, his spit trailing off your slick, swollen, lips. You suppose this evening isnât really about painting a pretty picture.
It makes you squirm to feel his big thumb swipe over your lower lip, dragging the poor thing down to see your teeth.Â
A chill racks your body as his eyes follow the motion of his thumb.
Your father loudly clears his throat. Your mother looks mortified. Your little cousins are covering their eyes while the teen pointedly looks at his phone.
Simon rubs the ring on your finger, pressing the metal back and forth against your skin. When the fuck did he put that on you?
âIâd like to say Grace,â Your aunt tries to wrestle the evening back into familiar territory as Simon sets you back in your chair.Â
Your family bows their heads and you smack your knee on the underside of the table as you jump, unprepared for how high Simonâs hand settles on your thigh. You donât even hear whatever prayer your aunt is saying with the way the blood rushes in your ears at the wide splay of Simonâs fingers. So. Close.Â
You settle your hand on his and try to push him back to safe ground.
Jesus this guy is strong. Pain in your-
âEverything okay over there?â Your uncle asks. You must have looked like you were struggling more than you thought you were.Â
âFine,â You tell him, even though things are decidedly not fine and Simon wonât move his hand, âJust fussing with the ring.â
âOh yes,â Your aunt holds her hand out across the table, âletâs see it.â
You hesitate before taking your hand off Simonâs. He doesnât move, seemingly settled with where heâs settled. You hold your hand out for her to grab, let her turn your hand this way and that. Simon had told you heâd grab a ring, so you havenât actually seen it yet. Itâs pretty. A nice pear cut diamond with a trinity of what looks like pearls on either side. You wonder where he got it, youâre just glad it looks less fake than costume jewelry usually does.
âHow nice,â Your mother coos, it sounds even less sincere than her compliments usually do.
Youâre thankful you donât need to do much talking at dinner. Simon more than makes up for you. He talks at length about how âmintâ your friends are --heâs never met them-- and how his mates are begging for a go with you. He explains to your teen cousin, at length, how his violent video games could be worse, after your aunt bemoans the fact heâs been playing war sims. He makes no move to censor himself, actually from the few conversations youâve had with him, you think heâs swearing more than he usually does. He even manages to start an argument with your father about âtaking the gloves offâ during combat.
âDifferent once youâre in active combat,â He explains like heâs talking to your father, âYou do what you have to, keepinâ your âands clean isnât exactly front of your mind.â
You glace across the table at Jack, the teen looks completely invested in whatever Simon is saying. You can almost hear the look your aunt has fixed you with, youâre sure youâll get a call later about your fiance âencouraging him to get himself killed.âÂ
âOh please,â Your father blusters, âif that were the case the royal service would be under investigation. Weâd see it on the BBC: Special Air Service members torture civilians. What a load of horse-â Your mother coughs and your father shuts his mouth.
âGot plenty of men like me givinâ orders,â Simon digs into his pocket to pull his cigarettes, stopping with his teeth around the filter of one when your mother coughs loudly. He shoves them back into his pocket with a grumbled swear. âLike I told ya earlier, âs not the good men that come back.â
âYouâre so cool,â Jack tells Simon with wide eyes. Your aunt smacks his arm with the back of her hand, reprimanding. Simonâs eyes narrow.
He watches your aunt the rest of dinner. The conversation drifts as plates are emptied. You attempt to stand to help clear the table, and Simon holds you in your chair. Your mother putters around the table with your aunt, you smile and thank them. Youâre almost done. Then you can go home and wait for the flood of texts/calls from your mom.
You can just imagine the way sheâll try to convince you to break off your (fake)engagement. Youâll wait a few weeks before spinning up some story about Simon cheating on you. Your family will be so grateful Simonâs gone they wonât ask any questions.
âDoes anyone want pudding or are we going straight to-â
âPresents!â Your youngest cousin cuts your mom off, rushing to the tree as soon as his plate is cleared. Your aunt grabs him and brings him back to the table only for him to run over again. She manages to pull a gift from his little hands, and bring him screaming back to the table. You wince at the sharp sound, the fat tears rolling down the kidâs chubby cheeks, crying about opening presents. Your aunt reminds him shortly that thereâs still dessert to get through. It barely makes a dent in the tears. The kid pulls at his momâs grip, screaming and kicking.Â
Simonâs hand on your thigh tippens its grip.Â
You know, you know. Itâs never fun sitting around with a kid throwing a tantrum, but youâre sure your aunt will handle it-
Thereâs a sharp crack as your aunt spanks the kid. Hard.
Simon shoots up from his seat.
Your little cousinâs tears turn to sniffles and a wobbly lip as his mom gives him a hissed warning.Â
Your hands shake as Simon stalks around the table to grab your auntâs hand.
âThe one thing youâre not gonna fuckinâ do,â He tells her in a low warning tone, âis hit your fuckinâ kid in front of me.â
Itâs so different from the anger heâd had with your father over football. You know that, that was acting, but this⊠It radiates off of Simon like a miasma, dark seething hatred, anger like youâve never seen. Your aunt looks at him like sheâs seen a ghost. Her eyes are wide and scared, her hand still holding your cousinâs arm squeezes tighter, like the child is her only lifeline.Â
âOw!â The kid whines, the sniffles starting again in full, âMum that hurts.âÂ
Simon cocks his head, his own grip tightening.
âLet âim go,â Simon presses, his anger as cold as death, âOr Iâll break your arm.â
âSimon,â You donât know what youâre hoping your voice will add to this, not even sure what you should do, all you know is that you brought Simon into this house which makes him your responsibility.
âHeâs alright,â Your aunt tries to assure Simon, âarenât you sweetie?â
âMum!â Your cousin whines again. Your aunt lets go of his arm like itâs burned her.
âNow apologize.â Simon demands. Your aunt nods sharply and swallows.
âMumâs sorry baby,â She directs the comment at your cousin but her eyes are fixed on Simon, watching him like a rabbit watches a wolf. âIt was just a little spank.â You think the pleading justification makes it worse with the way Simonâs eye twitches.Â
âI ever catch you hittinâ âim again-â Your auntâs eyes dart to you, to the fake rock on your finger, â-and it wonât just be your arm I break.â
Your glance to your mother for- God you donât even know, help? Maybe? She glares at you like this is your fault. Fair enough. Your uncle seems quicker on the uptake.
âMaybe we take Christmas to go,â He chimes in, âGrab the kidâs gifts, since they seem tired.â
Your mother grabs hold of this lifeline as quickly as she can wrap her head around it.
âAbsolutely!â She hurries to the tree to start sorting out gifts, âOh I didnât realize theyâd be so exhausted, we all know fits are just fits, right Simon?â
âI look like Iâm throwinâ a fuckinâ fit?â Simon asks her, his voice still cold.
âYou know Iâm pretty tired too,â Your aunt agrees.
âIâm not.â Jack chimes in.
âYes, you are.â His mom hisses.
âAnd it looks like snow,â Your uncle adds, âso we should go.â
You hardly get a word in before your cousins are rushed out the door, no hug or forced familiarity from your aunt as she and your uncle juggle presents and strapping kids into car seats.
Simon takes one of the armchairs in the living room amidst the chaos, dangling his glass with his fingers on the rim as he glowers at your aunt. Your attempt to help them gather presents is stopped by Simon pulling you down into his lap. You stiffen reflexively to try and leverage some of your weight off of him, and he pulls you to lean against his chest.Â
Maybe itâs good you donât say good-bye. Youâre not sure anything you could say would sound sincere with the way youâre perched on your fake fiance. Youâll definitely be hearing about this later.
Youâve never seen anyone in your family leave that fast. Your mother must blame you for this social faux pas with the way she glares at you. Sheâs not even trying to hide it, seemingly having deemed Simon as unworthy of her usual polite routine. She stops just short of yelling at you in front of him. Must be too afraid of what heâll do to her if heâs willing to break your auntâs arm over her kid.
Youâre not sure when you lost control of the evening, but youâre ready to go. Your auntâs exit should be your exit too. You even open your mouth to tell your mother itâs been a lovely evening.
Simon beat you to it.
âLetâs open presents.â Youâd almost call it an order with how edged his voice is.
âWe donât have any for you,â Your mother attempts, âit wouldnât be fair to open them now.â
âDonât need a present,â Simon assures her, âBirdâll gimme somethinâ later.â Your motherâs eye twitches. Simonâs hand slides over your thigh, his thumb rubbing gently at the sensitive, clothed, skin. Your nerves must be on high alert to feel his touch so acutely. He gestures with his glass at the tree. âGoâan,â He orders again.
The tension in Simonâs form slowly seeps out of him as your parents shuffle presents out from under the tree. His body, which had previously seemed poised to leap at the slightest provocation, relaxes back against the chair as your mother hands you a present. She smiles at you warmly, almost pitying, when you thank her. Simonâs hand doesnât leave your thigh, possessive in a way that feels too close to reality.Â
âOh wait,â You tell your mother as she pulls one of the gifts you brought from the pile. You slip from Simonâs lap, and for some reason he lets you, bent at the waist to point to a different box. His hand slides over the swell of your ass with an appreciative hum and you have to stop the tremor in your voice as your blood rushes south. âThat one first,â You smile, âotherwise this one wonât make sense.â
The normalcy of it is more welcome than youâd thought. Somehow your usual family Christmas doesnât seem as tense or fraught with conversational landmines now that Simonâs intruded. If nothing else you suppose heâs given you that. Itâs certainly easier talking to your parents when they keep casting nervous glances at Simon to make sure this is an appropriate line of conversation.Â
Simon, for his part, does little except keep you in his lap as you tear into the paper wrapped boxes. Occasionally his hand moves from your thigh to squeeze your stomach, or your side, as if heâs checking that youâre still all there. Itâs not exactly casual, and the heat that builds between your legs as he drags his callused fingers across your stomach makes you want to squirm back into his chest, just to try and escape the ticklish feeling.
You try to focus on the gifts, drumming up the appropriate amount of excitement to look grateful while all of your attention is on the spread of Simonâs fingers. His hand splays wide against you and you try to trace the outline of it, distract yourself from how big his hand is.Â
But distracting yourself from the spread of his hand directs you towards the spread of his legs, to the firm muscle of his thick thighs, to the slight softness of his stomach when your back starts to hurt and you lean against him with less stiff of a spine. Your eyes drift to the window as your mother coos over the knitting supplies and class pass to her favorite craft store. Itâs so dark out, the sun already disappeared behind the horizon and the streetlights are doing their best to shine even when the night dims them. Youâre already tired.
Your phone buzzes and you check it with a glance.
Itâs a weather alert.
You scramble off Simonâs lap only to be dragged back into it.
âWhere dâyou think youâre goinâ?â He asks, his hands grip your sides, fingers just brushing the edge of your bra. You canât deal with the way being pulled like this makes your head swim. Fuck, maybe he could just grab you off the street and- NO.
âSimon,â You push at his hands, âproblem.âÂ
âNo problem love,â He hums. Lips brush the shell of your ear and you stiffen as heat blooms over your cheeks, ââCept you gettinâ up oll the time.â âItâs snowing.â You insist, still pushing at his hands.
Your father looks at you with confusion and glances out the window. Itâs hard to see when itâs so dark out. Youâre suddenly hit with a grim understanding of why the street lamps seem so dim. Your dad walks to the front door and tugs it open only to be pushed by the gust of cold wind and snow that rushes into the house.
The wind is positively howling.
Your father muscles the door shut and your mother nervously clicks on the TV to check the weather. She doesnât even help your dad brush all the snow off him, worrying her lip as her eyes fix to the screen.Â
âNot gonna be able to drive home in that,â Your father grimaces. Your mother shoots him a look before skirting her eyes around you to watch Simon. You can almost feel his smile.
âYou wouldnât mind us stayinâ âere would ya?â
You flip on the lights in your childhood bedroom. Simon looms behind you. Reasonably you understand why he insisted on staying, even why he insisted on sharing a room. As far as your parents know youâre happily engaged, and as far as you could tell there was a blizzard raging outside. Honestly youâve never seen anything like it, and if you didnât know any better you might have blamed Simon for it.Â
You have never in your life been more aware of another personâs presence.Â
âIn you go love,â Simon tells you, pressing you forwards with a hand on the small of your back. You stumble into your room and turn in time to watch Simon close the door. He bends down to unlace his boots and you manage to kick off your shoes in the time it takes him to straighten again. Now that youâre alone you feel on edge. All the casual friendly airs that Simon had been putting on when youâd met him before have done nothing to prepare you for the weight of his full attention. Youâre only too happy when he turns to survey the room.
âI can take the floor,â You inform him, already gathering the spare blankets and pillows your mom had set on your twin bed.Â
âSit down,â Simon orders, your ass hits the side of your mattress so fast you havenât even registered the command before youâve followed it, âYouâre takinâ the bed.â
His tone leaves no room for argument. You suppose it could almost be called kind of him to give you the bed.
âSorry,â You tell him quietly, mindful of your parents in the next room.
âWhatâre you actinâ sorry for,â He huffs, âSweet bird like you doesnât mind sharinâ, does she? Besides,â He knocks your knees apart with a big booted foot, âI still gotta get paid.â
You stare up at him, confusion plain on your face.Â
âI thought you just wanted the meal.â
âMealâs not finished, is it?â He tells you, âNever got dessert.â
âWha-â
âTake your fuckinâ pants off.â His tone is clipped, short, and deep. It sinks into your skin, prickling goosebumps everywhere heâd touched earlier. Which feels like it must have been, well, everywhere.Â
You should say âno.â Literally nothing about this man has given you any indication that heâs someone you should want to get undressed for, and heâs spent the better part of the day tormenting your family. Granted you did ask him to do that, and honestly his efforts do land squarely in the âprosâ category, but heâs a little too good at playing a dirt-bag. And this? This just seals the deal on that particular observation.
So you should say âno.â
But the way his big hands had grabbed you, the way his tongue had wound against yours, the way he looks down at you now, hungry, makes you desperately want to do whatever he asks you to.Â
âMy parents are in the next room,â You whisper, glancing back at the wall that separates the two rooms.
âWho gives a shit?â Simon snorts, âDonât âappy couples celebrate their engagement?â Your eyes flick down to his trousers, the implications arenât lost on you. He must catch you looking because his hand grabs your hair and tips your head back. âTrust me birdy, Iâm tryinâ ta be nice, but if ya wanna choke on itâŠâ
You race to get your trousers open, fingers shaking as you push them down. You donât need to see his cock to make some leaps of logic that itâs just as big as the rest of him, and if heâs offering you the choice between his mouth on you, and your mouth on him-
Simon leans forward and unceremoniously shoves his hand into your panties, your trousers barely down your thighs. Your train of thought comes to a full halt as big fingers stroke through your folds.
âAtta girl,â He hums, âmuch âappier like this, arenât ya?â He tugs his fingers free, spreads them in front of your face with a pitying pout at the way your slick glistens on his skin. âLeast your cunt knows whatâs good for it.â
He pushes your head back, tossing it towards the bed as he releases your hair. Your back hits the mattress and you have to work to keep from hitting your head on the wall. Simonâs fingers find the hem of your panties and drag them down your thighs, catching your trousers to discard the lot on the floor.Â
You snap your legs shut against the chill of the room and he growls.Â
âNone of that now,â He advises, prying your legs apart. His fingers dig into the soft meat of your thighs, his gaze fixed on the wet mess between them. The way he stands over you makes him feel massive, makes the way he leans over you feel looming.Â
His hands slide over your ticklish inner thighs and you have to stifle the giggle that threatens to spill from you. You doubt Simon would appreciate your laughter, might even think youâre laughing at him. Again your eyes dart to the hard length straining against his trousers as his thumbs spread your folds.
âPretty,â He says it so plainly, casually, like heâs judging a toy. It blazes through you, lighting up your nerves and making you shiver. Any other protests you might have had die on your tongue as Simon drops to his knees.Â
Seeing him between your legs makes your stomach clench, makes your cunt pulse with desire. One of his thumbs rubs up and down the seam of your cunt while the other keeps you half-spread. He presses his thumb firmly against your clit, the pressure makes your hips squirm, makes you ache for more stimulation. The pressure stops, and his thumb traces its way back to holding you open.
He spits.
You flinch when it hits your spread folds, body vibrating with embarrassed heat as it slides over you. Simonâs eyes follow it the whole way down, and his tongue drags it back up.
Simonâs tongue cards through your folds, warm and wet, and he groans low in his throat. Itâs positively sinful the way he pulls his tongue slow and flat over you, like heâs trying to savor the taste. You snap your hand over your mouth, stifling the soft whimper that the attention brings to your lips.Â
Simonâs eyes flick to your face and he makes a frustrated noise. You feel his teeth touch your skin just before he bites you. You yelp at the sharp pain, your hand shooting from your mouth to his head in an attempt to push him away. Simon tips his head back to bite at the meat of your palm, his teeth digging into the firm flesh before his tongue licks over it. Thereâs a sharpness to his teeth, chipped edges that scrape at your skin and ache before he soothes them.Â
You donât want him to bite you again.
You donât think you do.
Do you?
His tongue rolls over your palm, wetting the dry skin with spit and slick. His mouth has a heady sheen to it that makes you want to drag your tongue over his lips, to clean up the light prickle of his beard with your own mouth.
âNo sense lettinâ you breath if youâre not gonna scream for me,â Simon informs you. Your face has never felt hotter than when his teeth scrape down your palm to tease your pulse. Youâre too enraptured by the way he moves to let spit drip off his tongue and onto your clit to really register what he said.
His tongue rubs against your clit, working the firm bud back and forth before letting his tongue roll over it. Each hot swipe sends a new shudder of heat and pleasure through your body. You whimper, your wet hand tangling its fingers in his short cropped hair just to feel him shake his head like a dog.Â
Itâs filthy the way he drags his lips over your folds, sucking and slurping at you like heâs trying to be loud. His stubble scratches at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, prickly and sharp next to the warm wet mouth that sucks at your clit. His tongue keeps twisting over it, keeping it sensitive and tingling before heâs ducking down to fuck the slick muscle into your hole. Simon moves his tongue against the entrance to your cunt like heâs hoping to stretch out the hole with it, circling around the delicate outer edge before pressing inside, over and over until your brain feels like itâll melt out of your ears.Â
Then that wet heat is dragged up to your clit, circled and sucked, licked in broad strokes that wiggle against you just so he can hear the way your voice pitches up in pleasure.
He turns his head to wipe his mouth against your thigh, lips parting to lick a long stripe before he sinks his teeth into the meat of it and sucks. Your own lips close tight around the whimper the dull pain of it pulls from you.Â
He muscles your leg up against his shoulder, his arm moving to find a comfortable angle as he hooks his thumb in your fluttering cunt. You blink at the intrusion, the thick digit may as well be two of your own fingers the way he pulls at your entrance and stretches you open. That isnât what steals your focus from his mouth though, what tugs at you is the way his other thick fingers rub over your ass, spreading your slick and attempting to soften the hole into something pliant.
Heâs grabbed your hips to roll you onto your stomach before you can raise a protest to the searching fingers, big strong hands dragging your hips up so your knees settle on the edge of the bed as he stands. It forces your face into the quilts, muffling the noise of surprise that the motion shakes out of you. Again you find protests on your lips, you hadnât even come, and again theyâre snuffed by his fingers.
Two of them push into your cunt and you moan low in your throat at the burning stretch that they provide. Your hips rock back into them, your stomach fluttering with need as more heat courses through you. His fingers crook and he thrusts them down into your cunt, hitting some throbbing tightness that makes you cry out.
Simon makes a low cooing noise in the back of his throat and his fingers stroke against your walls. You turn your head to rest your cheek against the bed, your lips pouting and your lashes fluttering as he gives you just long enough to suck in a breath before his fingers are pressing against that soft aching spot again. Your eyes roll, your breath caught tight in your throat at the thrum of pleasure that tightens like burning heat in your aching cunt.
His fingers pump faster and faster into your cunt, and you cry out, your hips wiggling and your fingers gripping at the quilt. The wet squelching noise that comes from his fingers fucking into you makes an embarrassed heat rush over your skin, and you burry your face in the blankets just to gasp out your moans. Your mouth hangs open, drool dripping off your tongue as your breath stops in your throat. The tight heat between your legs feels like itâs winding its way all the way up through your diaphragm. Your muscles are tensed so tight you think you might snap, and you let out a low moan as your breath finally shakes free. You suck in air between sobs, each punch of his fingers into your cunt pushing a new noise free of your lips.
The wet noises just get wetter.
And then something inside you snaps. Your stomach clenches tight and your cunt follows, spasming around Simonâs fingers as they pump in and out of you. Stars dance across your vision and you bite the quilts to stop from screaming. Something trickles out of you and he rewards your orgasm with a throaty chuckle.
He pulls his fingers from you and rubs soaked fingers over your ass before heâs trying to push one inside.
âBeen eyeinâ this ass all night.â He hums.
The firm pressure hurts the harder he presses, and you whimper out a sniffled reproach to the feeling, a soft âhurtsâ that youâre sure will fall on deaf ears. Simon stops, pulls his finger back and slicks it in your cunt again, the feeling of his fingers twisting against your soft spot making your eyes roll. It hurts, an overworked burn that makes you whimper for an entirely different reason.
He pulls his thick fingers from your cunt and you feel the tip of one teasing your ass again. Itâs barely a pressure when his finger tries your ass again, and he lets out a slow breath as youâre filled.
âJust sunk right in,â He tells you, pumping his finger in and out, the drag of heat has your lashes fluttering, your head spinning at the deep pressure that makes your cunt clench, âIsnât that pretty.â
His thumb catches your cunt again, tugging at the slick hole. The click of his belt and rustle of fabric clues you in to what comes next.
That doesnât mean youâre prepared for how big his cock feels nudging at your entrance. A chill runs over your skin, goosebumps raising to meet the air where your jumper has slid down your back. The blunt head of his cock presses against your hole, and you arch your back into the feeling, desperate to find the right angle for it to slip in.Â
Simon doesnât seem as eager. He pushes into you slowly, lets you feel the way you burn and stretch around him, lets you feel every centimeter of that big cock. You feel tight, even as wet as you are, you feel like youâre squeezing the life out of him. Your cunt is hot and tingling, and your clit throbs with the need to be touched.Â
You feel his hips press against your ass, and he grinds into you. Another wave of goosebumps rushes over you at the deep ache he pushes into. You squeeze your eyes shut just to stop the way they keep trying to roll back in your head.
Simon pulls back, and you can almost feel the drag of his head against your walls. He grinds the tip against the soft spot near your entrance before punching his cock back into you. You make a choked noise before your throat seems to open and a flood of moans and pleas flows from you. Each push of his cock into you pitches your voice up and you moan in desperate panting sounds.
You ache. Youâve never felt so full. He hasnât taken his finger from your ass, instead he presses it down to try and feel his own cock stretching out your walls. You shove a hand between your legs to try and stroke your clit only to feel the stretch of your skin around his fat cock. Youâre so wet that your fingers slip over your folds, uncoordinated, and you canât get a good angle. You open your mouth but canât find the words to ask for what you need.
One of his thrusts pushes you up the bed and your hand moves immediately to push against the wall with a âthump.âÂ
âSimon,â You whine, âSimon.â
His free hand pets up your spine, bunching your jumper up under your armpits to unhook your bra, before finding its way to your hair. He curls his fingers and finds a tight grip near your scalp. The bite of pain makes you want to push back into him. The deep pressure, the slight sting, from your ass makes your body stutter, your brain crashing into itself.
Oh God.
âNot a thought in that pretty little âead is there?â He asks, the fingers gripping your hair tight pull your head back, you moan your pleasure for him as he gives a hard thrust into you, your bleary eyes opened just enough to focus on the white wall. âCourse not,â Simon grunts, a huff of laughter edging his voice, âWouldn't've responded to my ad if there was.âÂ
You reach back to claw at his thigh and find it still, painfully, clothed. A burst of humiliation shoots through you at the thought that Simon hasnât even bothered to get undressed.Â
âStupid thing, really couldâve just grabbed ya off the street.â He mumbles, thereâs a touch of fondness to his voice, a smile that doesnât feel appropriate for the way he fucks into you. Like heâs trying to teach you a lesson.
The only thing youâre learning is that Simonâs cock hits something deep and needy inside of you. The finger in your ass starts to pull out and you scream. Simon groans as you tighten around him, your cunt desperate to keep his cock inside. Youâre buzzing with your orgasm, settled right at the edge with nothing to push you over the edge. Thereâs too much stimulation. His cock pistoning into you and his finger starting to tug at your ass. Youâre still sore from his fingers but you canât stop yourself from clenching tight around him.
âMad fer it,â Simon chuckles, âtell me what ya need bird.â
âClit- clit,â You stutter out, still barely able to keep the words straight in your head.Â
âLouder love,â He teases, âdonât think I heard ya.â
âPlease,â You sob, your moans still tearing from your chest on each thrust, âtouch my clit.â
He drops your head back down onto the bed, and you muffle your noise with the quilt clenched between your teeth. His finger pulls from your ass and you scream your pleasure into the bed. Itâs so hot, your ass burning with something that isnât entirely painful. It just makes your clit pulse harder.Â
Simonâs fingers find their way between your legs and he pinches your clit between them. One roll of the tight bud between them has your legs shaking. The second has tears brimming at your lash line and your mouth hanging open as you flutter and drip on Simonâs cock. You tense and release around him, your orgasm crashing into you like a train. Waves of it rush through you, shaking your muscles loose until youâre laid like a doll against the bed. Your skin is burning and you ache,
And Simon keeps fucking you.
The smack of his hips against yours fills the room, his breath heavy and his fingers now tight on your waist. You push back into his thrusts and it makes stars dance across your vision. That deep aching part of you makes everything draw tight again.Â
Simonâs thrusts grow quicker, rougher, his fingers grip you so tight it hurts. You scream for him again, his hard thrusts pushing you to the edge a third time. The blistering heat of his come hits your overworked cunt and you moan.Â
âToo much,â You whine. Everything is sore when he pulls out. You donât think you can move.
Your knees slip off the edge of the bed and you just lay there.
Simon rolls you back onto your back, and manhandles you into laying on the bed properly.Â
You sit up just enough to tug your jumper off and toss your bra to the floor with the rest of your clothes. Simon ditches his shirt and you sleepily take in the cut musculature of his chest as he wanders to turn off the light.
You pass out before he ever gets his pants off.
*
Your parents have already gathered the presents from last night by the front door when you wander downstairs in the morning. Your father doesnât look at you, but your mother positively glowers. You try not to think about how loud youâd been last night.
Simonâs had his hands on you since you woke up. His fingers splay wide on the small of your back, as your parents attempt to rush you out the door.Â
Youâre settled in Simonâs car, driving down the street when you finally let the laughter take over. You giggle and snort, pressing your fingers against your mouth to try and stem the flow of them. But really, what can you do? Despite being forced to spend the night putting a dent in your plans itâs worked out perfectly. Your parents wonât be asking about you getting a boyfriend any time soon.
If youâre lucky your mom will never ask you about your relationship status again, even when you âbreak upâ with Simon.
Youâre still giggling, glowing with happiness at a successfully executed plan, when you try to pull the ring off your finger.
Something sharp digs into your skin and you yelp in pain.Â
âWhat the fuck?â You question, whimpering when you pull harder and it only sends the sharp bit further into your skin. You raise your hand to look at the ring, and find a sharp tooth just under the diamond, clearly a feature not a bug. Still you glance at Simon. âI think this ring is defective,â You tell him, âIt keeps stabbing me.â
Simon hums, turning right down a street.Â
âThen stop tryinâ ta take it off.â He advises. You twist the ring around your finger, trying to find a way to work it off.
âI canât get it off,â You grunt in annoyance.
âNot suppose ta,â Simon tells you plainly, taking another turn, âThatâs how beinâ engaged works.â
Something squirms in your stomach.
âWeâre not engaged.â You remind him.
âWearing my ring,â He reminds you, like heâs explaining it to a child, âsaid âyesâ to my proposal-â A smile splits his face, predatory in a way that makes you press your legs together, â-probably still buzzinâ for my cock too. Sounds engaged to me.â
You balk, your mouth hung open as you gape at him. Is he insane?
Simon doesnât even look at you, just reaches to the side and presses against the underside of your chin with gentle, firm fingers, closing your mouth. Then he leans past you to open the glove compartment and tug a crumple of papers out onto your lap.
âIf ya get bored you can look over those.â He tells you, flicking on his signal to hop on the highway.
You glance down at the mess of papers settled on your thighs, a mass of text and fine print that your eyes canât focus on because theyâre so shaken by the two poised at the top:
âMarriage License.â
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(Poly 141 x medic reader, where you might as well be the sun to them)
The phrase started as a whisper.
It drifted through the base like smoke curling around corners, impossible to pin down but impossible to ignore.
âHere comes the sun.â
It bounced off walls, passing lips in hushed tones, slipping into conversations as a half-joke, half-omen. At first, the 141 didnât pay it much attention. Soldiers had their quirks, their superstitions- rituals to keep them sane when missions dragged too long and they smelled more blood than earth. But this one stuck.
Price furrowed his brow the first time he heard it. Ghost only tilted his head slightly, filing it away. Gaz grimaced and muttered something about troops getting weird ideas. Soap, though- he took notice.
Heâd caught it more than once before a mission, said like a prayer or maybe a warning. Heâd asked around, but answers were vague. âYouâll know when you see it.â Thatâs all theyâd tell him. It irritated him to no end.
Then the mission happened.
It was supposed to be a clean extraction. A quick in-and-out, but things went sideways fast. Soap had been covering the teamâs six when the ambush hit. A sharp crack split the air, followed by the searing pain in his side. He hit the ground hard, blood soaking into the dirt, a familiar, burning ache travelling through his body.
âSoapâs hit!â Gazâs voice barked through comms, panic threading through the static.
âPull him out!â Price ordered.
But the line fizzled and died. Soapâs world narrowed- gunfire, shouts, and the taste of copper in his mouth. He couldnât hear the others anymore. The ground felt colder than it should have. He pressed his hand against the wound, but it was bad. Really bad.
This is it, he thought. This is where I die.
The edges of his vision blurred. He barely noticed the figure sprinting toward him until a flash of bright red and orange, a blazing fire, pierced through the smoke and haze.
Like the sun.
You hit the ground beside him, all motion and precision, your gear unlike anything heâd ever seen. Bright red and orange covered your tactical vest and helmet- colors that didnât belong in a war zone. Colors that shouldâve made you a target, a dead woman walking.
But instead, you looked like salvation.
âStay with me, Sargeant.â You said, voice sharp and steady. You werenât panicked- not even a little. It was comforting.
Soap stared, wide-eyed, as your hands worked quickly to stop the bleeding. He shouldâve been paying attention to the pain, to the gunfire, to anything else- but he couldnât stop looking at you.
âWhat the hell are ya wearing?â he rasped, because that was apparently the only thought his brain could form.
You didnât look up. âBright colors make it easier to spot me. Medics donât have the luxury of hiding- we have to be seen when it counts.â
âItâs bloody ridiculous.â he muttered- and then sucked in a sharp breath as you tightened the bandage.
âMaybe,â you said, finally glancing at him. âBut it got me here, didnât it?â
Soapâs heart stumbled. Your eyes were sharp, focused- but there was something else there too, something warm. Something steady.
Here comes the sun.
It hit him all at once. Thatâs what the others meant. It wasnât just the colors. It was you. The way you moved, the way your voice cut through the noise, the way you didnât hesitate for a second.
âStay awake, Sargeant.â You ordered, and for the first time in his life, he didnât have a single smart remark.
Much later, he woke up in the med tent, groggy but alive, and immediately found himself staring at you again.
You were restocking supplies nearby, your bright gear an almost comical contrast to the sterile white walls. The moment you noticed him looking, you crossed the room.
âYouâre awake,â you said, checking his vitals. Your voice was softer now, calm and patient. He felt like he could melt. âGood.â
âYouâre real.â He blurted out before he could stop himself.
You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head. âWhat?â
âThought I was hallucinating.â He gestured vaguely at your vest, a grin cracking on his lips. âI mean, look at ya.â Lovely. The sun has never looked better.
Your lips twitched, like you were holding back a smile. âI get that a lot.â
Before he could come up with anything else to say- anything remotely smooth- the tent flap opened.
Price, Ghost, and Gaz stepped in, their eyes immediately landing on you. And for once, Soap wasnât the only one caught off guard.
Gaz blinked. âYouâre⊠bright.â
âEasy to spot.â You said, beaming.
Ghost stared at you for a few seconds longer, peering, before he spoke. ââŠYouâre the sun.â
Price studied you for a long moment as well, then nodded like something clicked into place with a sigh. âMakes sense.â
You, on the other hand, looked confused and unsure, tilting your head once more in the way kittens do.
Soap couldnât stop staring. He barely even heard the others talking, answering your confusion. All he could think about was how youâd shown up when he thought he was done for- and how youâd looked like a fiery star in the vast expanse of a cold, dark sky.
You glanced at him again, eyes sharp and warm all at once, lips quirking in a delicate smile while Gaz talked with you.
Here comes the sun, he thought.
(⊠would it be possible to cradle the sun, such warmth, in his hands?)
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Little Miss Wingwoman - LN4
With baby Verstappen-Piquet on the way, Penelope's nanny needs a place to move into as she becomes an almost full time employee of the family. No better place than Lando's spare bedroom, only a few floors down from her job, right?
warnings/notes: none particularly? this might be like five parts or two parts, im not sure yet :D!
Penelope's plan to get her two favorite people to fall in love begins to fall into place.
See, Penelope was smart. Kelly made sure she was creative and book smart while Max made sure she had the confidence to speak her mind. Penelope got all she wanted, within reason, spoiled just enough, worked for what she had to. Danced, played, sang, baked... she was kid, but she was smart. She could do it all herself if she wasn't a huge momma and daddy's girl. (Bonus-daddy's girl? She hadn't worked out the wording on that one yet.)
But, on the busy days, you visited.
Taking a summer gig to nanny in your last years of school, you didn't expect to be placed within the Verstappen-Piquet household. Two days in, you never wanted to leave, and Penelope--so so young back then, had refused to let you go. Now, a few years later, you traveled around with the family when needed. Most of the time, staying back to look over the apartment and the cats while they went around.
You were more so an extra set of hands for Kelly, someone who could run and get groceries before dinner, run Penelope to and from practices or accompany her to weekends with her father (the Kyvat's adored you as well), or someone who could stay back with Penelope for date nights or take her out for nights in.
After a few years of steady rhythm, everything was shaken up with baby Verstappen-Piquet on the horizon. A lot of changes needing to be made to prepare for the child, especially the further along Kelly was getting--appointments and classes and errands. A set of helping hands, especially when Max had to go off for work, was almost necessary.
But it was impossible to find apartments in Monaco on your budget. And with the spare room you had been using turning to a nursery for the little bugger coming along, you didn't have the luxury of sleeping in your employers home much longer.
And so, the hunt began.
Penelope had heard the news from Max, offhandedly mentioning it to Daniel during a padel game. The Australian didn't have space for you, as much as he'd grown to love your presence. A week later, he'd run into Charles while out getting dinner with P, and asked if he or Alexandra knew anywhere while Penelope pretended to be distracted by Leo. A week after that, Kelly had gone out to lunch with a bunch of her friends in the and discussed it openly.
A month in, Lando visited to watch Penelope while Kelly and Max went off to a doctor's appointment. Usually, you would stop by, but you were off on an early holiday vacation with family. The way Lando joked with Max, the easy smile on his lips, the awkward stumbles and laughter through his words... it was just like you could be.
Then, when Max asks, Lando mentions having a spare room he'd have to clean out. And the way Lando smiles when Penelope makes her way over to give him a hug, promising Max he'll keep her in line while the two of them are gone makes an idea flare in Penelope's head.
Lando needed a roommate, and you needed a place to stay. So, obviously, you were an absolutely perfect pair, right? It wasn't a new idea to her, you and Lando had met a few times over the course of the years you'd watched her. Mainly for short moments at whatever grand prix she'd begged you to come to, and the two of you seemed to get along...
And, she thinks you're both single. So, Penelope enacted stage one of her master wing(wo)man plan: getting you to move in with Lando.
While Penelope was scheming, browsing through YouTube for videos full of cutesy RomCom ideas, Lando was saying goodbye to Max and Kelly--wishing them luck, and then shutting the door behind him. He made quick work of sneaking a popcorn bag out of his backpack, popping it in the microwave while he scrolled through the countless movies on their smart TV--finding the perfect one for Penelope to watch.
The girl was engrossed, headphones shoved over her ears, watching a 'my top ten romantic moments in movies' compilation, but the smell of buttery goodness made her lift her head.
Lando smiles, holding out a bowl for her, "Too busy watching that for some old fashioned Disney?"
Glancing to the screen, Frozen 2 was paused on the opening screen, and Penelope tutted, "This came out in 2019."
"But thats like forever ago. Were you even born yet?" Lando smirks and Penelope takes the bowl from him with a scowl, but obliges to sit next to him on the couch, putting her iPad away for now, as Lando started the movie up.
But as Elsa is working to tame the NĂžkk, Penelope lets out a soft sigh. Popcorn gone, and interest ruined. She wants to get back to studying. She has all winter break to make this love story happen, and with Lando and Max possibly going back for testing as early as January 3rd, she needs to act fast.
Lando glances over from where he's been idly answering emails between watching the movie, his own bowl empty. Penelope pouts while watching the movie, and he hums, looking at her.
"You're not even watching the coolest scene," Lando chimed softly, remembering the countless times little Mila would screech at the TV when she was really young. Penelope just huffed again, and he found himself curiously laying his head on his palm, "isn't this your favorite part?"
"No." Penelope deadpans, sighing again and dramatically slides off the couch onto her back and groans. She knows its a bit overkill, but its also Lando. He was a bit dramatic too. Penelope ends up closing her eyes for more drama as Sassy jumps off the couch and sniffs her head before trying to sneak a bite of corn kernels.
Lando reaches out and waves Sassy away, earning him a hiss and a sulk from the bengal as she stalks off to a far corner in the room. He slides the rest of his way out of the chair, hovering by Penelope's side before asking softly,
"What'sa matter, P?"
Penelope blinks open one eye at his approach, muttering, "The horse thing is Yn's favorite part of the movie."
"Yn?" Lando pops down on the floor next to her, pausing the movie on the TV, "is she one of your friends from dance?
"No, Yn is my nanny." Penelope sits up, a mischievous thought entering her mind, "but she doesn't have a place to live, so she's not my nanny now. Because she can't live in Monaco."
"Oh, that's a shame. D'ya miss her?" Lando asks softly and Penelope nods, leaning over to grab her iPad, pulling up a photo of the two of them squished together into the camera. Lando's smile tells Penelope all she needs to know, obviously he's totally in love with her, that's why he's grinning like that.
"That's a cute photo, P." Lando says. Jackpot. Shifting to lay on his stomach, Lando shuts his laptop on the couch and Penelope spends the rest of their three hour time talking non-stop about you to Lando. Practically making you sound like a damn angel rebirthed onto this Earth, shoving photos of you in his face, giggling like a mad man whenever he asks a question.
Penelope makes sure to have him follow your Instagram, grinning like a madwoman when he agrees to do so. When Max and Kelly come back, Lando stays for dinner, where Kelly informs Penelope you'll be visiting for a few days to do some apartment hunting.
Max seems to remember Lando lives alone and asks once more.
"I could clean the room out if she needs it," Lando says a bit more enthusiastically now. Penelope pats herself on the back as he says, "When Yn gets here, she can come over and take a look--just, just--just remind me to clean up. It's a bit messy."
"Wouldn't expect anything less from you, mate." Max grins and Lando sheepishly tries to defend himself while Kelly watches with a small smile, looking over to where Penelope eagerly grins.
A few days later, you fly in to Monaco. When the Verstappen-Piquet family stops by to visit, you greet them with tight hugs. Maneuvering around your big suitcase laying on the floor, you surprise Max and Kelly with a gift of a few baby items as well as some other much needed items for the couple. Namely, a gift card to Penelope's favorite store, which Max prompty hands back to you with the words, "she'd prefer shopping with her older 'sister'" tossed over his shoulder. The two don't stay long, having a flight to catch to the FIA Awards ceremony. So, Penelope stays in your hotel room while Max and Kelly go off, and you give her free reign to do whatever she wishes.
It only takes about ten minutes into you two being alone for Penelope to ask about the apartment search, almost bursting at the seams with a sense of excitement thats rare--even for her.
"Who told you that?" You spin around to poke your head out of the doorway, hands on your hips. You've spent the last twenty minutes trying to organize the tiny bathroom counter to fit most of your cosmetics and other items for the next few weeks you'd be staying here.
"I heard Maxie talking about it." Penelope looks up with big eyes, emphasizing her sad tone, "You aren't gonna live with us anymore?"
Sighing softly, you make your way across the room, sitting down next to a pouting Penelope on the bed, snatching her bottom lip between your fingers and lightly pulling it to make her giggle and roll away as you call, "keep your mouth like that and your face will freeze there forever!"
"It's gonna stay like this because I'm mad!" She groans, forcing back her smile and giggles, and sitting up and crossing her arms. Now overkill pouting to get her point across, "You aren't gonna live with me!"
"P, I don't fit in your place anymore." You sigh softly, laying across the bed and holding out an arm so the child can crawl over to lay against your side, "we gotta make room for the baby."
"We have to change everything for the baby!" Comes the sharp reply you were expecting. Max had warned you Penelope seemed a little snippy recently. While excited to have a little brother or sister, it was obvious Penelope was also feeling left out.
"Penelope," You soothe, rolling onto your side to prop your head up on a hand, "babies are a big change and unlike you and me, they can't take care of themselves. That's why your Momma and Max have to do all these classes, and appointments and everything. They've gotta make sure they're ready for the little thing."
"But the baby isn't even here yet and it's ruining everything!" Penelope laments, curling into your side, "Momma doesn't play anymore, Max is always busy moving stuff around, we haven't even had a movie night recently because Momma's been so tired!"
"I'm sorry, baby." You sigh. Totally unknowingly feeding right into Penelope's carefully laid trap, "you're allowed to be upset, but you have to also understand this is what has to happen."
"Will it go back to normal when the baby gets here?" Penelope looks up and you give her a little shrug, running a hand through her hair,
"Not for a while, baby."
"Can we go back to normal? Even if you don't live with us anymore?" Penelope sits up now, dragging you to join her and you smile, lifting her up to sit right on your lap as you fix up her unruly hair--another sign of Kelly's growing baby bump, the lack of Penelope hair-dos.
"We'll always be the same, and I'm looking at staying nearby. It'll be an adjustment but it won't be awful." You smile, tucking her hair up into a braid, securing it with a little bow at the end, "Wanna go get something to eat? Max gave me back the babysitting allowance card..."
Hook. Line. Sinker.
"Please!" Penelope gasps, standing up off your lap and jumping off the bed to grab her bag. A little stuffed cat Jelly Cat bag you think hearing Lando had snagged on a trip recently for the little girl. It's cute, and Penelope smiles when she sees you eyeing it.
"Lando got me this!" She proudly exclaims, holding it up as you slip on your shoes.
"Yeah?" You ask, walking to the door as Penelope bounces behind you, grinning wide enough her cheeks puff up, "you two seem to get along."
"He's really cool! You guys could be friends," Penelope laments, dragging you out of the hotel room once you have your shoes, jacket, and purse securely fastened for her little rollercoaster of a personality, "He thinks you're pretty."
Which, isn't exactly true, but it makes your face warm enough for Penelope as you step into the chilly air.
"Well, thats very kind of him," is your reply as you turn towards the coastline, hosting Penelope up into your arms so you don't have to worry about the curious five year old scurrying off.
You end up at one of Penelope's favorites, Costadoro Social. The place is downright adorable, and you manage to snag a window table. While you order, Penelope gets out only the best pages from her sticker book for the both of you to put together. Once you're both settled in, sandwiches and drinks (yours a coffee and hers a hot chocolate), the crowd mills out of the building. Leaving you and a somewhat familiar couple off in a corner, a third chair at their table yanked out like it's expecting someone to swing by.
As you two start on some winter scene in this very exact ticker book, Penelope rattles off countless stories to you about the weekend in Abu Dhabi. When she gasps, asking to show you the stickers she gave to Lando, you notice the curly headed man at the other table peeks over before turning to his girlfriend to ask something.
She shrugs, and the bell dings on the entry door. The woman behind the counter cheerily greeting the newcomer as you look down to where Penelope proudly shows you a picture Kelly had taken with her and Lando, showing off his stickers.
"They made him go fast and win," Penelope happily says, settling back in her seat. You nod, of course it was the stickers. Not because Lando was a professional, but Penelope looks smug like she'd been the reason for the McLaren WCC, so you let it slide. It's cute.
A Laufey cover of 'I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm' begins to play as you pull out your phone to show Penelope your mothers cats back home, as well as some other photos of the short trip back home.
The man at the table stands, walking over, and the motion catches Penelope's watchful eye as the two men give a short hug to one another--wishing happy holidays. You set your phone down, looking over as you sip your drink, and the dimpled smile of one of the men catches your eye.
He's cute.
He turns, as if feeling your gaze, and before you can jerk back he grins widely, "Hey Pen!"
"Lando!" Penelope squeaks, wiggling out of her chair and bounding over to give him a hug. The two share quick pleasantries and an introduction to Lando's friends--Max and Pietra, before Penelope gasps and runs over to you, "Lando, it's Yn!"
You stand at the mention of your name, hustling over with a sheepish smile as Penelope grabs your hand and drags you over like she'll die if she doesn't get the chance to.
"Hi," you squeak, shaking his awaiting hand, "It's nice to meet you, Penelope talks about you a lot."
His cheeks are rosy as you shake his hand, and a tiny grin pokes at Lando's lips as he nods, "she talks about you a lot, too."
"I told you she was pretty!" Penelope chimes, making Max nearly snort out his coffee while Pietra laughs softly. You and Lando are a bit closer to mortified at Penelope's insistence, and you manage to get her to say goodbye so the group can enjoy their lunch together since she does have dance rehearsal soon.
About two hours or so later, you get back to Max and Kelly's post rehearsal. And while Penelope curls up all about tuckered out from running amuck down the shopping districts, learning new ballet moves, and endlessly mentioning Lando like a lovesick teenager, you pull up your phone and scroll through your feed as Penelope fights off a nap.
It's due time for an Instagram post anyways.
liked by maxverstappen, kellypiquet, landonorris, and others...
yourusername: back home for the holidays <3
kellypiquet: the absolute best!
user: YESS YN AND PENELOPE CONTENT WILL RETURN
user2: omg that DRESS i need
‷ yourusername: its an innika choo dress but im not sure if they're even open anymore :( kelly got it for me for my birthday last yr!!
‷ user2: OMG THANK U ill keep an eye out!!!
maxverstappen: so thats why theres beads all over the carpet?
‷ yourusername: i wasnt the cat who decided to try and eat them (jimmy)
‷ maxverstappen: unsurprising
lilymhe: omg !!! we need to meet up! alex and i have been dying to update you on The Lore
‷ yourusername: please!! ive been dying to see you guys again :(!!
user3: SO CUTE!!
user4: i would die to be living ur life yn
landonorris: penelope seems to keep you busy
‷ yourusername: you saw her shenanigans today, it only gets worse
‷ alexalbon: lando what r u doing
‷ landonorris: ???????
‷ maxverstappen: đïž
‷ landonorris: ???!!!!
You're halfway through helping Penelope with wrapping a christmas present for her dance teacher when Max knocks on the doorway. You turn around, standing when he beckons you over.
"How's Kelly?" You ask softly, knowing she's trying to sleep off a bout of morning sickness. Max shrugs, sipping his Red Bull.
"A bit ill, but she seems to be getting better. Penelope's fine?"
You nod, looking back as Penelope crosses her arms and scowls at all the options for the bow she could put on the bag.
"Lando's cleaned his apartment, finally," Max watches Penelope with a soft look, before turning to you and leaning on the wall with a tired yawn. He's still adjusting from the season, and the early sun dipping behind the buildings wasn't helping his sleep cycle.
"You should go over, take a little tour." Max hums, "You deserve a break from watching P all day."
"It's quite literally what you pay me to do, Max." You laugh softly, but with a few more pushes of insistence you finally agree. He shoots Lando a text to let him know you're on your way down as you grab a pair of Uggs you wear indoors, and your keys so you don't get locked out.
The elevator ride down is short, and you walk into the warm hallway to see Lando down the hall peeking out. He smiles at your approach and holds open the door for you.
"Nice to see you again," He chimes as you enter. It's been about a week since you've seen him, now teetering close to Christmas, and you smile at him.
"Nice to see you too, Lando." You hum, and he brings you to the spare room. It's spacious, with a big window that looks over the entire Monaco bay. You're drawn to it like a moth to a flame, it's perfect. Everything you could've dreamed of and more. Lando makes sure to show you the ensuite bathroom and large closet.
Everything feels too good to be true, so you quickly ask, "How much would you want me to pay you in rent?"
"Rent?" Lando pauses in the kitchen where he'd offered to get you a soda from his sparse fridge. He shakes his head, leaning on the counter and taking a sip of his water bottle, "Max told me your budgets quite small. I figured I could pay rent and you could pay like... utility?"
"That's gotta be like a quarter of what you pay for this place, Lando. I have a good amount saved up!" You protest and he shakes his head, a tiny smile on his lips.
"Listen, you're honestly doing me a favor. You probably know how to make a house a proper functioning home. I barely know how to not burn leftovers when I reheat them." He chides himself and you break into a tiny laugh, missing the way his face gets rosy at your giggles, "I need a bit of help making this place look... homey. And Max told me you'd be good at that."
"So I'm helping you learn to adult to pay my rent?" You ask and your bluntness makes Lando flush as he rubs the back of his neck and looks down with a shrug.
"If that's okay..?"
"I mean... I'd like to pay, but if you wanna do it this way, fine... But if I end up staying here for a long time, you have to let me help with rent." You hold a hand out like this will seal the deal and Lando grins, his embarrassment forgotten as he darts over to happily shake your hand. You try to ignore how warm his hands are against your cold ones.
"Welcome home, then--oh! I have a spare key for you!" He tries to flash you a charming smile, but the excited expression taking over just makes his face go through far too many expressions in a row. You can't help but laugh, looking around the bare but clearly well loved apartment.
It could use some work, sure, but thats your job now... you suppose.
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Simon Riley, who gets turned on by your smile, feels a sense of ridiculousness every time it happensâbut he canât help it. Thereâs something about the way your lips curl, the warmth and light in your eyes, that digs under his skin in the most intoxicating way. Itâs like a spark, suddenly igniting in his chest, spreading heat through his entire body.
He tries to play it cool, but the way his jaw clenches, his fists balling at his sides, betrays him every time. His eyes linger on you longer than they should, breath catching every time you flash him that grin. Itâs embarrassingâŠpathetic even, yet he canât seem to stop it.
It doesnât matter what youâre smiling at. The moment you do, heâs gone. But itâs worse when heâs the object of your affections. Heâll crack a joke or say something dumb, and without fail, youâll smile, leaving him flustered. But he canât just up and leave so he has to sit it out, tensing as he grabs the nearest cushion to hide his growing bulge and avoiding your gaze.
He wishes it ended there, but it doesnât. Your smile is seared into his mind, and heâs ashamed of how many times heâs found himself retreating somewhere private merely to jerk off to the image of your smile. He tells himself itâs something else, some other trait or feature thatâs making him lose his mind, but he doesnât know what to think when lately the only time he can cum is when heâs imagining your smile.
He wonders if you notice the effect you have on him, and maybe a small part of him hopes you do.
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Pairing: Old!Joel x Reader
Summary: Joel gets nominated to play Santa Claus for Jacksonâs holiday festivities. Of course, youâre into that.
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected piv. Breeding kink. Age gap. Santa Clause kink (itâs brief). F!Oral. Omitting one tag to avoid spoiling the endingâplease read at your own risk.
Note: Kinda inspired by Otis Reddingâs Try a Little Tenderness
Word count: 5.5k
âGive your old man a kiss before he leaves?â
The invitation shouldnât have made you as wet as it did. But it had. And Joel just grinned, lips twitching beneath his big fake beard and palms pulling you toward his body.
The kiss had had to be wholesome and quick. Before long, heâd be surrounded by a sea of eager, wide-eyed, and awe-stricken children in the middle of Jacksonâs town square, and what sort of example would you be setting if you were the girl caught kissing Santa Claus?
It wouldnât rally much confidence in Father Christmas, if either of you had had to guess. You let him go. With a soft, innocuous tug of his belt buckle and a pat on his padded belly, youâd promised to be extra good while he was gone and leave more than just milk and cookies out for him later. Joel had blinked twice, and in the glint of one look, you could tell heâd wanted to say much more.
But then Tommy, dressed as an elf and scowling like Ebenezer Scrooge, had tugged him off your porch.
âYou can get those cookies later, Nick. Letâs go.â
And that had been the last youâd seen of the pair before youâd snuck off to see Maria about Joelâs secret gift.
Now, two hours later in the glow of a roaring fire and near-unbearable excitement, you were perched on the sofa. Sitting with your knees tucked underneath you and a glass of milk, a tray of cookies, and a small, rectangular box tied with a bow set beside you on the coffee table.
You really hoped Joel would like his present.
You also guessed it wouldnât hurt that you were currently half-naked in a ruby red satin teddy for his return home.
As soon as you heard the creak of the front door, you straightened up. You watched a body shuffle in, head bowed and shaking snow off his sprayed-white locks. Joel looked perfectly ancient in his present get-up: thick black boots, velvet crimson pantsuit, chest-length beard, and lopsided hat. He looked haggard and adorable, too. You could tell by the way he kicked off his shoes and left them stranded by the door he was absolutely drained by the events of that nightâdealing with every kid in town under the age of ten likely hadnât been his first choice.
But now he was here. Joel had been so preoccupied with getting off his boots that he hadnât even seen you on the couch, and the instant his gaze landed on you, it froze.
âBabyâŠâ he groaned.
His whole face softened, like he couldnât believe the sight in front of him then, and his arms stretched out for you.
He looked childlike, almost, with the way he lumbered over. His limbs were heavy, and they felt that way coming to crash over your cowered frame on the sofa. You leapt back and squealed, only to feel two big palms grab you by the hips and pin you underneath him. Joelâs breaths were warm, and his eyes were alight with rapt intrigue.
âThis all for me?â he asked, sliding his hands down your thighs and in between them. He cursed feeling the heat.
You had to bite back a laugh at how silly this lookedâSanta Clause, a staple of your childhood, prying your legs apart and all but drooling at the sight inside. Pawing at your legs, then at your hips, then at the band of your panties beneath the tulle hemline of your teddy. It felt fun in a depraved sort of way. You felt naughty, like you might not want to share Joelâs gift with him until after all the fun was over. But, deep down, you werenât that cruel.
âDonât you wanna see your gift? Have your milk and cookies?â you asked sweetly, just narrowly managing to slide an arm out from underneath Joelâs weight and pointing to the assortment of goodies on the table.
Joel looked that way briefly, but then his gaze was back on you. Its warmth was smoldering. Darkening in time.
âLater. Santaâs got a bone to pick with you first.â
You squealed again as fingers hooked in your panties.
âButâ butâ youâll really like this gift, Joel. Really.â
âYeah? Already got one for you right here, kiddo.â
In a crass, graceless sort of gesture, Joel removed one hand from you to grab his crotch, and shake it firmlyââGot a good seven inches of this gift to share, sugarââand from there, you had no choice but to acquiesce. If Joel really didnât mind putting off his gift for yours, at first, that was on him. You leaned back to get comfy.
âIf you insist.â The smile you flashed him was coy.
Knowing, as your underwear was slid down your legs and Joel nestled in between them on the couch. You propped your head on a pillow and watched, feeling another small wave of sick nostalgia wash over your senses; Joel was still fully dressed as Kris Kringle stripping you naked.
Heâd just moved to pull off the white beard, tied snug with a string, when you reached down and stopped him.
âLeave it,â you said, voice quavering with the threat of a giggle. This was insane. âLeave the beard. Leave all of it.â
Joel flashed you a look with a brow cocked up, confused.
âYou want me to eat you out as Santa Clause?â he asked.
He grinned, and you almost laughed again. His expression was still puzzledâmixed with arousal, the look suited him wellâand before he could say another word, you just nodded. Shimmied your red panties the rest of the way down and kicked them off at your feet.
But when Joel reached for your legs to pull you closer to him, you slipped off the couch. Your limp, shimmering frock that barely covered the globes of your ass underneath it brushed the bare skin as you darted off.
Youâd meant it to be playful. Joel couldnât brush aside gift-giving and get his way quite that easily. You stood on your own two feet, pivoting back to face him before starting to make your way toward the stairs. You waved.
âOkay. Give me a minute. If youâre giving me my present now, I need to get the rest of yours ready. ItâsâŠupstairs.â
Joelâsâor Santaâsâwhole face dropped. He stood.
âThat wasnât the deal, kiddo. You before me.â
He was already pacing after you, slowly at first; then, when your feet reached the first step, he broke off in a run. You screamed, and tried to tear your way up the rest of the stairs, but before more than four thuds had sounded on the wood, you were being thrust back in Joelâs armsâhoisted off your feet, and carried to the living room without another breath or pause from him. You kicked your feet, pretended to be indignant, and were smiling to yourself, inwardly, the whole time. He would really be kicking himself for this later, you knew.
âGonna be a good little girl for Santa and stay put now?â he huffed, setting you down on your feet. Rather than heading for the couch, heâd placed you on the rug by the warmth of the fireplace and the winking lights of the Christmas tree, where he knew you felt coziest. And, in the glow of both, he could drink the view in completely.
You dropped to the floor where you knew he wanted you.
Still smiling. Fighting a laugh: âYes, daddy. Iâll be good.â
Joel laid you back. Spread your legs. Tugged your butt right where he wanted it beside the fire and slotted his torso in between your thighs. Your body was practically humming with anticipation as he brought his head lower.
The fluffy white bobble at the end of his hat swung in front of his face, preventing his mouth from sinking in.
He groaned.
âFuckinâ kids.â He batted the thing out of his way.
âBeen toyinâ with my hat and beard all goddamn night. Youâd think I was aâŠa jungle gym to those little hellions,â Joel added with an edge of taut frustration to his voice.
You knew heâd liked the âhellionâ antics, whether he was willing to admit it or not. Heâd pretend to be pissed at the kids for being kids, but deep down, he was always more than willing to oblige. Heâd practically volunteered to take on the role of Santa before the ballot had even been cast for whoâd get to play the Big Red Man for the festivities.
He was your old man. A softie at heart.
Hard in other places, but that was just how you liked it.
He spread your legs with both of his hands and practically moaned at what lay before him now.
You were wet. Glistening. In the light of the fireplace and the evergreen behind him, he could see it all too clearly: how pretty and slick and shiny you were along your slit. Youâd been patient awaiting his return, and he could tell. Though you were dripping nectar through your folds, you hadnât smeared one drop with your fingersâyou sat like a gleaming, unwrapped present for the man to devour.
And maybe it felt wrong, all swollen and stiff beneath his costume pants and his hair dusted white to make him look even older than he wasâabout 1,700 years, give or take, instead of fifty-nineâbut the look in his eyes said he wanted it all. He felt raw, and needy, and debased.
You liked seeing Joel this way. You liked feeling wrong.
It was what most of Jackson thought of you, anyway. What had taken Tommy, Maria, and the closest of your friends the longest time to accept, nearly all of your neighbors still thought was pretty strange: how Joel was decades your senior and you two were datingâhappily. What they were liable to think when the news of you trying for a baby spread in town was anyoneâs guess.
Joel seemed to forget all that as his head sank lower. He forked two of his big, meaty fingers in the shape of a âVâ and pushed your folds apart in just the way you liked, and he breathed out slow, warm puffs of air over your cunt. You shuddered, and you waited for his tongue.
âBabyâŠâ he trailed off again.
âYeah?â Your voice was tight.
A beat of silence passed.
âIâmâŠprobably gonna need to take off the beard.â
You breathed out a soft, reflexive laugh, and you didnât protest. Joel tugged down the big, white, wiry clump of hair from his face and let his other, shorter one surface.
This one wasnât white, but it was a handsome black and grey, with a lot more of a silver sheen to its these days. You smiled as Joel drew closer, and that smile only faltered a little as the man kissed your inner thigh.
He did the same to the other leg. He dragged his mouth down the skin toward your center and let his lips part a little. He kissed you again, this time at the top of your mound. It made an extra low, almost lewd sort of sound. He rubbed his nose against your lower belly, and the contrast of the weathered texture to your own was stark.
Joel was old. He looked it even more with his hair painted white and his mouth hovering over your slit.
âShe been good this year?â he hummed, peering up.
Before you could answer, Joelâs tongue slid out, and he drew a fat, wet line over the seam of your pussy. Your hips jolted in response, and his free hand held you down.
âShe tastes good,â he went on in the most casual tone.
Then, without further warning, his jaw slackened some more and he started lapping at the tender flesh beneath it. He dragged his tongue through the thick, stringy mess and closed his eyes, like he was savoring the taste. His lips curled, and he kissed you againâthis time, it closed around your clit, and he suckled you gently. With the first wet pop and a sickening squelch from his mouth, your eyes nearly rolled back in your head; Joelâs opened again as he flashed you a shit-eating grin between your legs.
âSheâs been real good for me this year, hasnât she, hon?â And he squeezed your leg to indicate he wanted a reply.
You tried to answer, but it came out garbled and weak:
âSo good, daddy. Soâ soââ
Oh.
Joelâs fingers moved from their forked position to push his index inside your weeping hole. At the same time, the tip of his tongue flicked delicately against your clit. The two parts of him moved in tandem, and from the feeling of both, you had to bite your lip to keep from letting out a cry. Your hand reached down to grab his hair, but all it could find was that goddamn Santa hat. Joel snickered.
With his lips, tongue, and finger still working your needy cunt, he couldnât help but smile as you cast the hat aside
âDamn thing,â you cursed, fingers lacing through his hair.
âLanguage, young lady,â Joel murmured.
Like he was one to talk.
You made a fist with the chalky white locks and rutted your hips the tiniest bit, too flush with pleasure to give a single fuck what words came out of your mouth, and from the way Joel grinned and slid a second finger inside, you had only to guess he didnât mind either.
He could pretend, though. He licked a little harder, then:
âSheâs gonna be sweet for her old man, isnât she?â
âYâ yes, she is.â
âNice and polite before she gets this cock?â
âI promise.â
Appearing satisfied with this response, or else simply wanting to bring you to the edge and make you cum on his tongue, Joel wedged his fingers even deeper, then curled them. He brushed the soft, fleshy wall in a beckoning motion and, at the same time, sucked your nub between his lips. He felt you tense, heard you moan, and likely sensed there was no better time for his tongue to dart out again. Just as he released your clit from its airtight kiss, he was back licking circles on the tender, swollen thing, eyes flitting up to yours to hold their gaze.
âDaddy,â you whimpered.
When his fingers curled another time, you cried out.
Your brain was on the fritz; your heels were digging in the rug, stomach tight as it had ever been, and your hands seemed to move with a mind of their own. One was gripping Joelâs hair, giving you leverage to cant your hips against his face, and the other was palming your breast through the thin lace fabric of your teddy. You craved stimulationâcouldnât breathe without the feel of something on you, and in you, as you were about to cum.
Joel nodded his soft approval. He watched you fondle yourself and seemed enthralled, even from where he lay.
âThatâs it, baby. Touch yourself while daddy licks your pussy. Lemme see how good sheâs feelinâ, sweetheart.â
His words were all the propulsion you needed and more. You pinched your nipple through the fabric, whined at the pleasure wrought by your fingers and by Joelâs simultaneously, and felt an even deeper twist in your gut. You grip constricted in his hair; you didnât need to speak.
âSheâs right there, isnât she? I know that feels nice, baby,â Joel groaned, voice low, âGonna cum for daddy now?â
You whined. You gripped tighter. Your body needed this.
âCâmon, hon. Let me have it. Cum on daddyâs tongue.â
Two more strokes of his tongue, a gentle thrust of his fingers, and the brush of your own touch across taut, pebbled flesh was enough. The next second had you clamping down on Joelâs hand and giving him all you possibly could, lips parted and spilling a feverish, shrill whine while your orgasm washed over you. Your toes curled into the rug, and Joel pressed your hips down as his tongue fucked you through it. He licked and sucked and coaxed your needy walls again and again; he felt you tremble, and he let your wet essence soak him through.
By the time you were done, his face was glistening.
He lifted his head from between your legs, gaze wild and lips shiny with your full release. He licked them, elated.
âAll good, hon?â
âAmazing.â
You let out a shaky breath and pet his hair. Joel smiled.
âWanna go upstairs? Be a little comfier in the bed, I bet,â he offered, slowly starting to rise, before wincing. Then when his knees audibly cracked, âYour old man needs it.â
You had no doubt about that. You sat up and smiled, and let him lift you to your feet along with him. Another snap.
âAw, hell,â Joel hissed, shaking his head.
You wrapped an arm around his waist before pacing another step. He leaned a little into you, though not too much, and you couldnât help but flash him an arch look.
âDid your wishlist include new kneecaps, by chance?â
âNo maâam. Just stronger hands to spank with.â
Joel didnât miss a beat, grinning down at you.
You wouldâve returned with something equally cheeky and light, had you not remembered that thing close by.
âWait, waitâyour present!â
Joel eyed the square box as you retrieved it. His eyes flashed with curiosity before you reappeared under his arm and helped him start up the stairs. He walked, and let out a soft groan, and when youâd made it halfway up, he shook his head at you again. It was slow but emphatic
âGotta finish your gift first, sweetheart,â he murmured.
And, try as you might to get an inch of give after that, you sensed fighting Joelâs generosity was futile by then. You knew him well enough to guess that heâd only be satisfied receiving his present once yours had been properly secured with another orgasm, and his spend dribbled in big, thick rivers down the insides of your legs.
You heaved a sigh and smiled, walking slowly with him.
Joel, if you only knew.
Despite his best efforts, the man still couldnât work out how heâd ever gotten so lucky to find something like thisâsomeone like you. As his hips worked their way up to a near-desperate pace, bordering on frenzied as he fucked into you, Joel decided that he wouldnât bother guessing.
Heâd accept this for what it was: a gift he didnât deserve.
The two of you hadnât even gotten around to the business of unwrapping your presents yet, and Joel already knew that he had it all just looking down at you.
With your back arched and your hands making fists in the sheets beside your head, wet and glistening cunt accepting each one of his thrusts and squeezing him tight on every stroke, Joel had to steel himself just feeling how good you were, knowing how well you fit him in every way, and sensing this was as close to replete happiness as heâd ever get. He couldnât ask for more.
Even without a baby, he knew things would be okay.
The two of you had been trying for months now, wholly without success of yet. There had been the night heâd bought a blue pill and fucked you four times in one day, and youâd told him at the end of it all that your period was late. But then youâd bled the next morning, and your hopes, for the present moment, had been dashed away.
No pregnancy hopes since then had amounted to anything else, and at length, youâd agreed not to let it get your spirits downâor try not to, anyway. Youâd fuck as often as you could, but you wouldnât let the thought of wanting a baby make the process less fun for you now.
That didnât mean Joel couldnât remind you every now and then what you were hoping the endgame would be.
Presently, he leaned over your prone body on the bed and pressed his lips to your ear. He ground his hips against your ass so his cock wedged itself all the way in to the hilt, and when the tip was just threatening to graze the edge of your cervix, he dropped a kiss on your cheek.
âWant me to put a baby right here?â He spoke gently.
Your walls clenched around him involuntarily, and your head reared back to fall against his shoulder. Joel took this as his opportunity to start peppering more kisses. He knew how much you liked the dirty talk while he was deep inside, talking about how much he wanted to blow his load and knock you up. It was a melting point for you both, and he sensed that you wouldnât last long after it.
He had your head tilted to his, your lips spilling moan after moan as his dick plunged further inside and your eyes struggling to stay open. They flitted between his, and they gave him a hopeful look. You managed a smile.
âRightâŠright there, daddy,â you whimpered out.
Another sound escaped your mouth and flooded his, and Joel couldnât help it: he kissed you, and he fucked in deeper. He couldnât have wanted this more if he tried.
His forehead was slick with sweat, as was yours. Your bodies were grinding togetherâJoelâs soft, warm belly filling the concave space where your spine curved down, and he rutted repeatedly into you, like an animal in heat.
His face was right beside yours as his teeth gritted out:
âMy sweet girl want a baby in her for Christmas, that it?â
Again, you whined and rolled your hips against his, nodding your head, and the look in your eyes was wild.
âBabyâplease. Please fuck your baby in me, Joel.â
Joel could do more than that. Much more. Ask him for twins, triplets, or however many kids you couldâve wanted, and he wouldâve given it to you then.
He wished it were that simple, and he couldâve knocked you up and made you happy a long time ago, but sadly, that hadnât been in the cards for you two. Joel shortly brushed that thought away, not wanting to lose his momentum or delay the oncoming orgasm about to rattle your body underneath him. He kissed your shoulder this time, thrusting with his stiff, wet cock in just the way you liked, and in seconds, he got what he wantedâwhat you needed, clearly, as your muscles seized and your lips let out a sharp, shrill cry in response.
Joel held you to him as long as he could. He felt you melt into the bed and only held your body tighter, rutting his hips at their relentless pace to keep your pleasure alive. He heard you whine, tell him to cum inside me, daddy, please, and from that point on, he sensed heâd have to slow a little. It couldnât be helped. When he came, he had to pin you down and fill you completelyâtake his time working his spend inside your needy, pulsing cunt, and when he was done, just keep you there. Let you feel him. It was a satisfaction unlike any other for you both, and it was one heâd come to love these last few months. He stilled inside you, feeling his cum coating every inch of your walls around him, and he grinned. You let out a sigh.
âSo IâŠI made the âNiceâ list, Mr. Clause?â you panted.
Joelâs head dropped to yours in a short, rumbling laugh.
His dick twitched inside you, and his belly growled a bit. He definitely shouldâve taken you up on those cookies.
âYeah. Yeah, Iâd say weâre square,â he breathed back.
How long you laid like that was anyoneâs guess. Joel didnât bother keeping track of the seconds or the minutes spent splayed out over your body; he only sensed when he was starting to go soft and you wriggled your hips underneath. He shifted and let you flip around.
His cock now completely out and a smile touching your lips as you turned to face him, your gaze flitted to his.
âCan you go get me one of your shirts, please?â
You were also both stark naked, thanks to the lightning-quick stripdown youâd both done the second youâd made it to the bedroom. Though Joel was sleepy, he knew the routine: get you a shirt, get him a clean pair of boxers, and get the two of you off to sleep. Itâd been a long day.
âYes, dear,â he answered dutifully.
He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose before rising. He padded his slow, heavy feet over to the dresser at the opposite end of the room, and he opened the top drawer.
âSecond one, please. With the flannels,â you called out.
Okay.
Joel snagged a pair of underwear for himself, then went to the next drawer to get you a flannel to wear, since the scorching heat of your house evidently wasnât enough to keep you warm. He smiled to himself, about to crack a wiseass comment about you being cold-blooded or something, when the man was obliged to stop. He took one look inside, dropped his boxers, and paused a spell.
When Joel started again, it wasnât to speakâhe just turned and lifted the first thing he saw in the drawer.
âWhaâoh, shoot. I was supposed to wrap that,â you said swiftly, wincing as he held it. Still smiling at him, though.
âSeems a little small to be a gift for me, donât you think?â
In his grasp was a miniature onesie. Beneath it, in the drawer youâd directed him to, there had been at least four more just like it. All soft, pastel-colored, and small.
Your smile stretched even wider as you shook your head.
âItâs from Maria and Tommy. More of aâŠfuture present, for the two of us,â you shrugged, pushing to sit up in bed.
Joel eyed you a moment. He wasnât sure what to say.
On your face, he saw hope and excitement etched bright. Like you were fine to keep waiting on this âfuture,â no matter the duration. One glimpse of that and Joel felt a lump the size of his fist in his throat. He walked over.
And it had to be the last thing you wanted to see, surelyâhim setting the onesie down, dropping beside you in bed, then fumbling gracelessly, uselessly, to hold you.
Feeling every bit the remorseful, too-old man who couldnât give you what you wanted. He wanted it, too.
âIâm sorry, honey,â he blurted out, unthinking. He pulled you to his chest; within his own, his heart was pounding, âI knowâŠI know itâs taking us awhile. Thatâs my faultââ
âJoel.â
âMy cumâs as old as dust and thatâs probably whyââ
âYou donâtââ
ââyou arenât pregnant yet. I know itâs frustrating forââ
âSeriously, Joelââ
ââyou to deal with. All of that disappointment, I meanââ
âJOEL.â
âWhat?â
His pulse was still thudding away. You blinked once.
Then, in a slow but deliberate path, your gaze trailed over to the nightstand. Joelïżœïżœs followed after in similar fashion.
âYou still havenât opened your present,â you said. Stern.
It wasnât the tone Joel had been expecting to hear at all.
And when you handed him the box, he felt his blood pressure spike. Absently, he thought that couldnât be safe for a man his age. He couldnât even tell what it held, and still, the prospect of it had him anxious beyond words. He turned it over; something rattled inside.
âGo on, Joel.â Your voice coaxed him gentler then.
And he did, though his fingers trembled some.
The weight in his grip couldâve been an ounce, a pound, or a ton, and his hands wouldâve shaken all the same. Joel felt a current pulse through him as he slid the lid off.
Then he just stared.
His eyes widened.
âThatâsâŠâ
âExactly what I have been trying to give you all night!â You laughed. The sound was light, not derisive or cruel.
When he looked up to you, your cheeks were as full and high as heâd seen them all dayâyou were smiling so big.
That made him think that this wasnât a joke. Or a dream.
Surely his brain couldnât have contrived both the most perfect, blinding smile on your face and a slim, white, pink-capped little stick with a â+â on the screen at once.
It still hadnât hit him completely, though, so he blinked.
âReally?â His voice was hoarse. Vacillating.
âReally.â Yours was more certain. Happy.
And, while the truth of it was slow to seep in, Joel knew he couldnât waste another moment. He didnât thinkâjust pulled you in and squeezed you to him as tight as a vice. He couldnât thinkâthe rush of his blood in his ears and the puffs of your breath and the clatter of that positive pregnancy test in its box, discarded, were all too much.
As soon as he squeezed, your next breath was a sob.
âI meant to tell you, Joel. I meant to. IâmâŠIâm sorry.â
Your confession came out muffled against his chest, though Joel heard it all with total clarity. In a blink, he had you drawn back a little, just so he could hold your face and search your gaze with his own in a wide look.
Before he could even speak, he saw the tears welling up, as if coming from nowhere. You were still trying to smile.
âItâs been weeks. SinceâŠsince my period. I justââ With a wince that couldâve shredded Joelâs insides in two, you went on, ââI couldnât stand disappointing you again.â
The same way heâd felt. Why you couldnât tell him.
âBaby, hey, noâ no. No, no, no. Please donât say that.â
It was all Joel could do to keep his own emotions at bay.
âAfter the last time, and theâ and the way you looked so happy at the thought of being a dad, IâŠIâŠhad to be sure. Maria got me a test, and we triple-checked.â You sniffled.
Moving to wipe at tears as if any of this was your fault. Joelâs thumbs only grew more fervent in their path to smear the moisture away, and his head kept shaking back and forthââNo, sweetheart, thatâs not on you. Donât even think that. Come here.ââas he tried to be a comfort. He couldnât be happier. He hoped you were too. While tears engulfed his hands, he hoped you would be.
Even if his bones were old and his knees were weaker than he wanted them to be; even if you couldnât count on two hands how many years stretched out between you and the decades made it seem like forever to the people in town. Even if this baby was the first, and last, you had.
Joel just wanted you happy.
It was all he could ask to have.
âWeâre gonna be parents,â you said, half in awe.
You blinked harder and more tears slid down, but the look behind them was brighter. Your eyes were on his.
âWeâre gonna be parents,â Joel repeated, âYou and me.â
Then he pinched your puffy, wet cheeks, pictured a baby that looked the tiniest bit like you, and he had to lean in. He kissed slower than he meant toâhad to savor you.
A baby.
His baby.
Your eyes were a little wider when he pulled away.
âHappy with your present, daddy?â you teased.
Joel blinked, and he thought of the dozen-odd boxes he had laid out under the tree downstairsâall for you to unwrap in the morningâand he realized then that you had him soundly beat in the gift department that year. Though none of what heâd bought could even hope to hold a candle to what youâd given him tonight, there were still ways to try and make it up. Say thank you.
âI love my present. And I love you.â Joel answered softly.
And just as you smiled, were about to slide back under the covers and tell him you loved him just as much, he grabbed your ankle. Started to lower himself after you.
Your eyes widened more.
âJoel Miller.â
His smirk widened right back.
âOne more present before bed?â
You mightâve rolled your eyes, but you let him climb over you just the same. You felt his weight shift over yours, sensed a familiar stir in the depths of your body, and peered up to meet a matching smile you knew youâd find.
Joel was beaming from ear to ear like this was the luckiest day heâd lived to see. Like he couldnât wait to show how glad he was to be a dadâover and over again.
âJust wanna make sure we made itâŠstick, yâknow?â
He was grinning now. Gently laying you down.
You sighed, smiled, and spread your legs.
âToo late. Youâre stuck with me, Miller.â
âYeah? I like the sound of that.â
âWhat?â
âStuck.â
#BY âINSPIREDâ I JUST MEAN I LISTENED TO THE SONG ON A LOOP WHILE WRITING AND NEEDED AN EXCUSE TO MENTION IT BC ITâS SO FCKING GOOD SORRY#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller imagine#joel miller one shot#joel miller tlou#the last of us fic
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"Don't forget how badly you said you wanted this when it gets to be too much, 'kay, mama?"
A warning that you paid no mind to and instead giggled at, because Toji kissed your knuckles and your forehead when he finished binding your wrists together. You thought he wouldn't be too hard on you, and even if he was, you have a trick up your sleeve. You know that if you beg hard enough with shimmering eyes, he becomes a little more lenient. He eases up on you and gentleness starts to seep into his actions.
Well, that didn't work. Not this time. This time, he wanted to give you everything you asked for and more.
"Fuck..." Toji groans. "Look at that, ma." He displays his cum soaked, glistening fingers and shows you an update on the juices that have made their way down his wrist. "Come on, open your eyes and look," he says, patting your thigh.
Your bottom lip quivers and your eyes flutter open, your dim, weary gaze darting to the face of the man inflicting all these varying sensations your body is feeling.
"Not at my mug. Look at my hand and my forearm," Toji instructs, trying hard not to smirk at how utterly debauched you look. You look like you're going to cry, again. "Messy girl, you did that."
You mumble something quiet and unintelligible, and like a shark, Toji devours your pathetic attempt to speak. "Louder. I know you can be louder, or do you need some encouragement?" He asks, ghosting the knuckle of his index finger along your slit, resulting in your body full on jolting.
"Sorry!" You cry out, loud enough to have Toji laughing at your frantic repetition. "I said-- said i'm sorry," you stutter out, your voice unsteady.
You're ruined, yet somehow, this is a sight that has Toji's heart racing, like he's falling in love with you for the millionth time. It puts him through a conflict. It makes him want to be nice to you, it also makes him want to add on to your ruin, but more than anything, it sadistically makes him want to see you cry, again.
"Don't be sorry. This is what you wanted, right?" Toji groans, quietly, as he lies back down on his stomach, eyes focusing on your glistening cunt, again. "Wanted me to make you cry from the intensity of it all? Said you could handle being overstimulated, didn't you, ma?" His thumb drags up your slit, slow enough to have your inner thighs trembling as he makes his way up towards your overly sensitive clit. "Stay there," he commands, when you squirm the slightest bit away from him. He goes again, this time, dragging the pads of his index and middle fingers through your slicked folds.
"T-Toji," you whimper, your abdomen clenching and quivering with every one of his touches. "Toji, I--" you gasp, feeling the warmth of his tongue dragging through your folds and when you feel his fingers grazing your entrance, you can't help but whimper in anticipation for what's to come.
"Why are you shaking?" Toji asks, looking up at you, condescendingly. You can't scramble quickly enough to respond, before he's feeding his fingers into your drooling cunt. "Wanna cum?" He asks, taking in the sight of your returning tears with a menacing smirk. You don't know what to say, because on one hand, you get another orgasm, but on the other hand, you know you are going to be pushed past pleasure. "Yeahhh, you do. Look at that pretty face. Gonna make you cum so hard," he purrs, curling his fingers inside of you.
You don't know if you'll make it out of this one. You feel like you're being launched into heaven every time he makes you cum with his fingers and his mouth, but it's an immediate, full speed plummet to hell when he keeps goingâkeeps rubbing your clit while you spasm and practically choke on your breaths.
"Right there?" Toji asks, noticing a shift in the sounds of your moans. They're higher in pitch, quicker, and constantly interrupted by your sharp gasps. "Oh fuck," he growls. "That's it, huh?"
"I-I'm--" you whimper, "--fuck, fuck." Your chest heaves, your back slightly arching off the bed. "Toji," you call, frenzied by the overwhelming sensations. "I'm gonna die..." you blurt. "G-Gonna die," you cry out, tears spilling down the corners of your eyes and treading down your cheeks.
Toji watches, amusedly, as you struggle to figure out what to do while he keeps building you up. The mobility of your hands is limited due to your wrists being bound together, but your palms are dented by your nails to all hell. You barely have control of your legs, because even though they aren't restrained, Toji handles them however he needs to in order to give you what you asked for without you trying to stop him.
"You're fine. You can take it," he says, over the lewd, squelching sound of his fingers pumping in and out of you. "Last one, and you're giving me ten seconds."
"N-No!"
"Yes," he insists. "It's the last one, gotta make it a-"
It's unexpected, the wet mess you make all over Toji's hand, your thighs, and the sheets. You feel like your whole body is buzzing and your toes are curled so tightly that your feet are starting to hurt from the strain.
The countdown starts the second you start squirming and pressing your hips into the mattress. Toji's arms are hooked around your thighs, holding them open and still so he can use his mouth on you for all ten of those seconds and make a mess out of your overstimulated cunt. His lips are latched around your clit, one of his fingers pumping in and out of you, while you shake and pathetically sob from the borderline painful amount of stimulation. The skin of your palms must be broken by now from how hard you've been digging into them.
"Toj--" you barely manage, before your chest is heaving and racking out another sob.
The ten seconds are up, and Toji immediately eases off of you, releasing your visibly trembling legs so that you can move as you please. He crawls up the bed and sits beside you, quickly undoing the binding of your wrists and tossing the strip away.
"I know... I know, doll," Toji coos, wiping at your tear streaked cheeks. He doesn't instantly scoop you up into his arms, because you not wanting to be touched is definitely a possibility. He just sits there, by your side, and attempts to verbally soothe you while you work to compose yourself. "Just breathe, mama. It's all done. You're gonna be okay."
Once your breathing is more calm and you're not so rattled, he works his way up to touching you, starting with your shaky hands and the crescent shapes that litter your palms. He carefully runs his thumbs over the little marks, monitoring your reaction to make sure he isn't hurting you. He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, moving along each of your fingers and ending where his focus is needed mostâyour palms.
"You good, ma?" Toji asks, lying down on his side, facing you. He's still not pulling you into his arms, but one of his legs is pressed against yours, just to have some sort of physical contact with you.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you say, offering a soft smile. "It was just..." you hum, thinking.
"Intense?" Toji cuts in, to which you nod. "But I didn't hurt you too bad? You're alright?"
"Yes, baby," you assure. "I would've used my safe word if it was too much for me to handle. We touched on that before we started this, remember?" Your hand goes to cup his cheek, but he intercepts it by grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand up to his lips, again.
"Don't be scared to use that word, ma. Don't ever push your boundaries for me, alright? I don't give a fuck if i'm about to bust. If you're not feeling it, we're gonna stop, okay? The last thing I wanna do is to traumatize you."
"Jesus fuck, you're so sexy," you murmur, curling up into him. Your hand splays over his abdomen and rubs slowly, a simple gesture that makes his cock start throbbing and twitching in his sweats, the longer you do it. "Yes, Toji. I won't ever hesitate," you assure, your words promised, physically, through a kiss. The feeling of your lips against his, only further fuels his arousal. You can feel the way he impatiently kisses you back, like he's trying to inhale you. The way he grips your hip and pulls you so that your body is pressed against him, further communicates his need for more of you.
"I'll be so gentle with you, doll," he mumbles, into your neck, pressing kisses to it, afterwards. "Please? Let me treat you right, this time."
You giggle as he continues murmuring quiet little pleas into your neck, through kisses.
"I wanted you to do it, baby, but alright, treat me your way. The right way."
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Ngl moffat kinda ate here
#the doctor is a classic liberal in that he thinks he should be in charge. you get it.#and in the same interview heâs like the holidays are bittersweet bc itâs also a headcountâŠLIEK YEAH!!#Iâve always felt this way and never seen it expressed like that#warlock wartalks#doctor who
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âŠSHERIFF!RAFE X FARMERâS!DAUGHTER!READER AU
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SHERIFF!RAFE X FARMERâS!DAUGHTER!READER who spend a lottt of time in the back seat of his cop car. they have an age gap that would raise all kinds of alarm if the people of the small town they resided in ever found out. sheriff!rafe is beefy, his muscles bulging through every shirt he wears. farmerâs!daughter!reader is too busy raising hell all around town in hopes that someone calls the police station so rafe can handcuff her and get her act cleaned up. âyou canât just go actinâ a fool whenever you feel like screwinâ i mean it!â heâs pulling her underwear up her thighs as she lays face down against his leather seats, completely fucked out. âwhatever you say, dad.â rafe is groaning at her words as he uncuffs her. âyeah? i oughtaâ take you home right now then and let him know about all the trouble you been gettinâ into.â
SHERIFF!RAFE X FARMERâS!DAUGHTER!READER who go on their dates in the next town over so they donât run the risk of being caught by any locals. farmerâs!daughter!reader who teases rafe all the time, calling him an âold manâ and saying heâs a perv for entertaining her antics. âthereâs a motel not too far from here.. just âsayin.â thereâs a hint of a smile playing on her lips, the older man in front of her looking unamused. âyouâre suggesting that i take you to a motel and youâre callinâ me a perv? get outta here.â despite his faux disinterest, they end up checking into the said motel for the night, his stomach slapping against her clit as he fucks her into oblivion on the dingy mattress of the cheap room. sheriff!rafe who actually knows farmerâs!daughter!readerâs father very well, both of them going all the way back to their high school days.
SHERIFF!RAFE X FARMERâS!DAUGHTER!READER who canât stand each other sometimes. rafe is scolding her, telling her that she shouldnât be wearing those âgodforsakenâ shorts of hers since it draws a lot of the wrong attention. âyouâre just mad because jj maybank is wondering what color panties i have on..â sheâs leaning into the window of his cop car, his jaw clenching as he eyed the scruffy looking blonde who stood not too far away, shot gunning hot beers with his friends. âmad at the âmaybank kid? please, darlinâ heâs a joke.â sheâs laughing at his words, getting close to his ear before whispering; âiâm glad you think so, because iâm about to go over there and tell him iâm not wearing any..â that sets rafe off and it isnât long before heâs slamming jj down against the hood of his car and arresting him for underaged drinking..
SHERIFF!RAFE X FARMERâS!DAUGHTER!READER who are such polar opposites, even they donât understand how they work together. sheriff!rafe has a rough exterior, seemingly cold, closed off and never smiles, whereas farmerâs!daughter!reader is dancing on tables in bars she shouldnât even be at, and being a little minx to see how many free drinks she can get out of the regulars. so much so, that rafe started patrolling around town at night so he could stop her from doing something stupid. and of course, without fail, heâs getting a radio call saying thereâs been a report of a quote, unquote âyoung woman resisting arrest and assaulting an officer.â and rafe is arriving onto the scene almost immediately, cursing under his breath when he seeâs her being held down by at least four of his men in uniform.
SHERIFF!RAFE X FARMERâS!DAUGHTER!READER who eventually have to get serious with one another, both of them knowing that what they have is anything but casual. sheriff!rafe who doesnât know how to go about it, so he decides itâs best to just be blunt. âso uhmâ what do âya say to moving out of your popâs and living with me instead?â farmerâs!daughter!reader is staring at him from across the table at their favorite diner. âwhat?â sheâs frozen, holding her knife over her plate of fluffy pancakes. âare you serious?â rafe is nodding as he takes a cigarette out of his pocket, placing it between his lips. âyeah, but this rowdy act of yours needs to stop. mânot gonna have you actinâ reckless if iâm the one taking care of you.â he doesnât have to tell her twice before sheâs nodding, throwing her arms around the grumpy sheriff before pressing kisses to his cheek.
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Papaya Rules | Oscar Piastri x Driver! Reader
Summary: From on-track rivals to reluctant teammates, the trauma of team orders issued by Mclaren bond you and Oscar in a way you never expected.Â
Warnings: mentions of papaya rules, swearing
Requested: Yes by @1800-love-me (a while ago. oops)
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itsyn_ln replied and thatâs community service for piastri â f1 girl, arenât you supposed to be in the media pen â itsyn_ln five more minutes â iâm in no rushÂ
mclaren replied no time to explain but we need you to delete this before oscar sees â we need them to get along
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mclaren breaking news mclaren f1 racing is pleased to announce that yn ln will be joining the team in 2024, alongside oscar piastri, on a multi-year contract. we cannot wait to see what she can achieve with us
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itsyn_ln thank you for this opportunity! now i need to figure out how to make orange look good on meÂ
â mclaren everything looks good on you
username1 wait, what? sheâs oscarâs public enemy #1 and now sheâll be his teammate?
oscarpiastri and this is how i find out?
â mclaren we didnât want to give you a chance to protest
â pierregasly i knew before oscar did? ha!Â
â oscarpiastri donât make me still target the pink car next year
â itsyn_ln iâm feeling unwantedÂ
jackdoohan @/itsyn_ln thanks for the seatÂ
â itsyn_ln i hope i kept it warm for you!Â
username2 poor osc is going to have to learn to manage this oddness
â username3 poor osc is probably more focused on having to learn not to strangle her
alpinef1team losing another driver to the sinister evil and orange teamÂ
â itsyn_ln at least youâll miss me. iâm starting to think pierre lied when he said he would
â pierregasly of course i did. you were staring straight at me without blinking
username4 donât get me wrong, i canât wait to see yn in a better car but i fear this was poor planning on mclarenâs part. theyâre going to struggle with managing their driversÂ
landonorris iâm sorry, osco. i didnât know me leaving was going to lead to this
â oscarpiastri youâre not forgiven.Â
username5 i fear mclaren are not going to have the dream team they were expecting
â username6 they need to prepare to see both papaya cars dnfâing all the time next year
username7 i need that jacket!Â
â mclaren all yn merch coming soon!Â
â username8 they move fast. theyâve already got her in papaya and prepared to release her papaya merchÂ
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mclaren and itâs a papaya 1-2 what a race! a phenomenal display of teamwork from oscar and yn
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username9 wtf was thatÂ
username10 i canât decide which one of them was robbed moreÂ
username11 so they want them to become friends but then force them to concede wins???
username12 i never want to hear the phrase âpapaya rulesâ again. idk what it means but i know it was shit
username13 the fact that neither of them have interacted with this post shows that theyâre not happy with their 1-2
username14 you guys need to chill. they were coming under fire from max, and yn was faster. oscar was holding her up and if they hadnât have switched, max couldâve had them bothÂ
â username15 there was two laps left. iâm sure they couldâve managed it
â username14 did you not see all the purple sectors max was settingÂ
username16 i hope oscar doesnât blame yn for this
username17 unrelated but i love how much shorter yn is than osc in this pic. theyâre so cute
â username18 theyâre mortal enemies. donât start romanticising them
â username19 they are so enemies to lovers codedÂ
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oscarpiastri enjoying a week off
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mclaren does this mean weâre friends again
â oscarpiastri not yet
username1 mr piastri, sir, um, is that a WOMAN?
username2 look, itâs very nice to see that youâre alive and well but we no longer care about that because who is that in the last pic?!Â
charles_leclerc son, you didnât tell me about thisÂ
landonorris a new teammate and a new partner. i see iâm being fully replaced
â oscarpiastri donât fuel the rumours about us
username3 oh so this is why twitter is freaking out
username4 the linked hands
username5 yn liked this? are they friends now??
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itsyn_ln my boyfriend just won a grand prix, bitches!Â
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pierregasly was this meant to be posted on the burner account??
â itsyn_ln oh shit
â oscarpiastri oh, sweetheart
â charles_leclerc and everyone thought i would tell!Â
itsyn_ln well, no point deleting it now. enjoy
â username6 yn and oscar are dating?!!?
â username7 and he calls her sweetheart?!?!?
username8 no one understands how precious these two are to me
username9 enemies to lovers come true
username10 these two were written by a wattpad user
alpinef1team sometimes we think we miss you and then you do stuff like thisÂ
â mclaren sure you donât want her backÂ
â username11 noooo donât take our papaya partners away from usÂ
username12 iâve only had ynoscar for five minutes but if anything happens to them, i will kill everyone
username13 they said i was crazy but i knew! i knew there was passion between their feud
landonorris and you did so good to not kiss him in front of the cameras
â oscarpiastri sheâs more annoyed that now she shouldnât have bothered
â itsyn_ln want to smooch you for the world to see
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wrong guy, lando norris
summary: fans think yn is dating max, but they've got the wrong guy [bsf!reader]
been a min since i posted! honestly, these just take me way too long and i usually end up abandoning them because i start hating them halfway through from overthinking lol. hope you enjoy this one though (: xx
y/n.y/l đ Ibiza, Spain
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y/n.y/l we only argued 3 times, cried 2, and got lost 1 (personal record)
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user9 right so who argued? who cried? and most importantly whO IS THE SHADOW?
user14 can we talk about how u're LITERALLY glowing in that first pic? u look so happy, girl!!
user20 the vibes on this dump⊠rich people's holidays just hit different.
iamrebeccad â Beautiful girl đ
y/n.y/l đ«¶đŒ miss youu!!
user4 âcried 2 timesâ is actually impressive â„ïž by author
user55 lando and max just casually being brothers in the fourth pic đ©â€ïž
user81 that shot is just *chefâs kiss*!!!! Glad we can always count on this queen for hq content
user63 Okay so Iâve been staring at this shadow pic for like 10 minutes, and I canât figure it outâŠ
user33 my moneyâs on max bc that hug pic of them earlier too⊠feels very coupley.
user63 idk friends to lovers agenda thriving tho
user3 Max and Lando with the face masks are killing me đ â„ïž by author
user6 max or lando? place your bets now. iâm team max but iâll die on this hill if i'm wrong
user2 which you are, because itâs definitely Lando
user8 guys theyâve literally known each other since forever and go on these friends holidays all the time lmao this is just FRIENDSHIP GOALS. stop romanticising everything!!!
user24 then explain the head kiss?
user8 friendly head kisses???
user24 friendly kisses?? in this economy? be serious. thatâs couple behaviour
user12 smells like a third wheel in hereâŠ
y/n.y/l sorry, that's just me. i am the third wheelđđŒââïž
user13 she really said 'stop shipping me with my best friends' lol
user44 max and lando with the face masks in the water might be my new favourite photo of all time
user16 ngl that's not bad statistics for a week long trip â„ïž by author
user11 If itâs Max, Iâll cry. If itâs Lando, Iâll cry harder. If itâs neither, I donât know what Iâll do.
user18 iâve been following these three for years and iâm still trying to figure out if that last slide is supposed to be romantic or notâŠ.? HELP I AM SO CONFUSED
user22 what book is that? i need recommendations!!
y/n.y/l just for the summer!!! LOVED it x
user10 i canât believe she was so chill about posting thAT LAST PIC!??!! miss y/l!!! SPILL NOW
maxfewtrell â Why are you saying 'we'? Pretty sure you were the one who did all of those
landonorris â classic move, shifting the blame
y/n.y/l @/landonorris @/maxfewtrell the getting lost part was definitely a team effort
user1 I need to go on a trip with friends like this â„ïž by author
user5 being that close to lando AND max and surviving the friendship without catching feelings was too good to be true let's be honest
pietra.pilao đđ
y/n.y/l đđ
user7 so whenâs the next âfriends holiday'? asking for a friend (me)
15 August 2024
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maxfewtrell The real girlfriend reveal, for the record đ«Ą
đ€ pietra.pilao
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user1 WAIT WHAT
user6 so it really wasnât Y/n??
pietra.pilao â€ïžâ€ïž â„ïž by author
user4 omg she's the girl who commented on yn's holiday dump!!!
user3 We owe Max and his gf an apology đ Sheâs stunning, btw
user2 omg u two are so cuteeeeeeee! happy for u max :)
user5 your gf is so pretty đđđ
y/n.y/l P!!!! đđ
y/n.y/l you two make a better couple than you and I ever would anyway đ â„ïž by author
user9 WHY DIDNâT YOU SAY THIS EARLIER?! weâve been spiralling for WEEKS
user12 actually he's been saying it from the beginning. we just didn't want to listen đđ
user8 max: âhereâs my gf. leave me out of y/nâs businessâ
user12 OK but pietra is STUNNING!! Max, youâve been hiding her for how long?!
user7 the way he had to clarify this because of us is actually hilarious. sorry, Max.
user11 OMG I feel so dumb now we really had y/n in a whole relationship she wasnât even in đ
29 August 2024
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user1 AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!?? MYSTERY SOLVED IG
user12 I THINK THIS MIGHT BE THE GREATEST THING TO HAPPEN TO MY FEED THIS YEAR I AM NOT EVEN JOKING
maxfewtrell â So Lando gets the cute video and I get the passed out in the car pic? Playing favourites, I see. Noted.
user8 Max calling out Y/n for favoritism is peak sibling energy
user33 i can't believe we were full on shipping them not even a week ago omg
maxfewtrell â Also, can everyone stop tagging me in that shadow pic now? Like, Iâm good, itâs definitely not me đ
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user11 pietra honestly deserves a medal for surviving this holiday with these three omg
user17 GUYS I WAS ALREADY PRETTY SHOCKED AT LANDO'S VIDEO BLOWING A KISS I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I HAD COMING
pietra.pilao Special week đ€ â„ïž by author
user81 the lift photo with the McDonaldâs bag is so relatable. even on a fancy holiday, you gotta have your nuggets â„ïž by author
user25 turns out Max wasn't lying when he said y/n wasnât his headache... landoâs the lucky one đ
user10 and y/n and pietra? they do âšbesties âš better than anyone â„ïž by author
user19 can we get a âwhoops, my badâ from the ppl who saw them in Ibiza and STILL missed the fact that Pietra was there?
user2 they literally had a front row seat to the full gossip and still didnât catch on !!!!! like hELLO? u had one job
user14 THE SOFT LAUNCH TURNED INTO A HARD LAUNCH REAL QUICK I AM SHOOK
alexandrasaintmleux â Ahhh loveeee đ©·đ©· â„ïž by author
user26 both boys punching above their weight fr. i said what i said.
francisca.cgomes â â€ïžâ€ïžđ â„ïž by author
user16 The way Max is sleeping in that last pic has me wheezing â„ïž by author
user3 lando is literally holding y/n like heâs never letting her go boy is WHIPPED
user29 WE'RE GOING TO SEE "LANDO NORRIS' PARTNER" UNDER YN'S NAME NOW WHEN SHE WATCHES FROM THE GARAGE what a time to be alive
user7 not the way y/n is casually posting a McDonaldâs bag in a robe and THEN dropping the most beautiful couple pic with lando
user5 waIT SO THE BOY KISSING HER HEAD IN THE SHADOW PIC WAS LANDO??? WE WERE ALL WRONG. I NEED TO LIE DOWN.
maxfewtrell you know, it truly baffles me how this was barely even considered
y/n.y/l no one believed in me enough to be able to pull f1 race winner lando norris. humbling.
user20 YN I - đđđđđđ
user38 it was a coupleâs holiday the whole time đđ I need a moment to recover
user9 this fandomâs clownery knows no bounds istg.........
user21 not me crying over the hard launch of the year when I was just admiring Maxâs sleeping face 5 seconds ago
user24 Ibiza really gave us everything: friendship goals, couple goals, and max in a food coma
user18 IT WAS LANDO KISSING HER HEAD. I feel so betrayed by my own theories and also pretty disappointed in myself i couldn't tell it was his shadow
landonorris â I see you saved the best for last đ€
y/n.y/l âșïžâșïž
y/n.y/l omg guys i wasnât being dry i just donât know what else to say with all you watching đđ
1 September 2024
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Lying To Himself
Content: in which toji is left alone and how he deals with your temporary absence
You have to leave for two weeks, something about a mission in another city. Your boyfriend, Toji, swears it'll be okay, even insists that time will pass by in a blink of an eye.Â
ââm not a fucking child, ma. Iâll be fine. Just take care, yeah?â
And so, you peck him on his lips and wave goodbye before you get in the car. Then youâre disappearing in the distance. Toji shrugs, going back in feeling pretty excited to have the house to himself for two weeks â this has never happened before. As he sits on the couch, bottle of beer in one hand and tv remote on the other, he thinks about all the things he can do now.
The toilet seat can stay up, the bins will be full for longer, same goes for the dirty dishes in the sink, and he can watch whatever he wants; no more of those sappy romcoms with predictable plots and cheesy lines.Â
ââs gonna be fun,â he mutters, a growing grin on his face.Â
A couple days pass in relative silence, he stays out late, sleeps till noon and eats all the junk youâve banned from the house. Toji cooks all the steak he wants and leaves the beer bottles to collect dust on the coffee table. And he accepts every invitation from his buddies to go out for drinks, watch basketball at the bar, and plays a couple games too.
He stays up all night, on the evenings he's not getting stupid drunk, playing videogames -- the violent ones you cringe at. During the day, he walks around the place in just his boxers, sometimes not even that, and it's liberating. All a man needs is to be free to balls naked in their own kitchen.
"You're not missing her at all?" Shiu asks, smoke blowing in his face as they stand in the back alley, leaning against the wall of the bar.
Toji snorts. "What am I? Five years old? I can last a couple weeks without being sappy."
His friend gives him a look, half of amused, half disbelieving and a hundred percent smug. None of them miss the death grip he has on his phone, the way his knee is bouncing, and how he isn't even looking at the hot chicks that sway their asses as they walk by.
Itâs been great. Really fucking great.Â
You havenât been texting much. Sure, you check in here and there, letting him know youâre alright, youâre safe, and makings sure heâs watered your plants. However, there are rarely any opportunities for phone calls longer than five minutes, no FaceTime either, and sometimes he goes to sleep without a âgoodnightâ from you.Â
Itâs fine.Â
At least, he can sleep at whatever time he wants without you whining about needing cuddles.
More days pass just like that.Â
And now heâs rarely leaving the house, finding his drunk friends boring, obnoxious loud, and suddenly he's realised theyâre kinda fucking stupid. He starts to get sick of all the steak and fried chicken and takeaway, and instead heâll text you for the recipe of your lasagne or that smoothie you make him in the morning thatâs always greener than the last.Â
His feet tap on the floor when you donât reply straight away. And when his phone lights up, he practically dives for it and grips it tight in his palm, screen threatening to crack, when itâs not from you.Â
âGod fucking dammit, Shiu. Donât fucking talk to me if itâs not important.â
The movies heâs been dying to watch are pretty shit. Thereâs no depth, no proper pacing, and the dialogueâs cheesy as fuck. Usually, youâd throw popcorn at the screen and complain about all those things, but he finds that he has to mutter them to himself for white noise. Even smirks when he thinks he got it exactly right, guessing what youâd say.Â
âSheâd totally find that shit stupid. And that blood looks fake. Itâs like they didnât even try.â
Most of the phone calls on his history log are from him, more reds than greens. What the fuck have they got you doing over there anyways?Â
When you do reply to his âgânightâ and âhey, sleep well?â, heâll have a go at you for taking so damn long. Itâs just fucking ridiculous that youâre clearly sleeping well when he has to hit the gym and tire himself out to even get an hour of shut eye. Sometimes, he canât even get any and he just paces the length of the living room waiting for a notification from you to pop up.Â
âFucking come on! Y'r phone better be dead or something.â
Toji hates having dinner on the table; the seat opposite him is empty, the placemat bare and he feels a freaky fucking soreness in his chest. When that happens, he never finishes his dinner. Must be a symptom of early heart disease. Gotta talk to the doctors about that.Â
Eventually, you find time to speak to him for an hour, recounting all the crazy things youâve seen and had to do. He doesnât interrupt, he just grunts here and there, not even really listening but he urges you to keep talking when thereâs a pause, like youâre unsure if youâre talking too much. And when you try to turn the conversation on him, asking about his day, he gives one word answers and then throws you another question.Â
âYeah?â He grunts. âWhat else? Speak up, ma. Wanna hear ya. Dâya go to that shop? Yeah? Yâ buy anything? Send me a picture.â
The guys at work know better than to open their fat mouths around him when he turns up with an extra wrinkle and a ticking in his jaw. Toji is somehow even more sadistic and violent and eager for blood. Even finally accepts their invitation to go out for drinks and drowns himself in the extra strong shit. Assuming he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, they donât question his sour mood.Â
But what they donât know is that you texted to let him know youâre staying another week.Â
Fucking texted.Â
Didnât even get to hear it from your own voice.Â
He buries himself in more work and stays at the gym for even longer, pushing his body so far, his mind quiets down and he donât gotta think about the fact that heâs started sleeping on your side of the bed, that the house is losing your scent, and that divot on the couch where you always sat has flattened out.Â
The day comes, though, when youâre finally returning home.Â
âYâ sure? Not gonna flake again? Be fucking sure, ma. Alright, get back safe.â
Toji throws all the rubbish out, washes the dishes and dries them, double checks that the toilet seat is down, and heâs followed your recipe for beef stew to the letter â itâs cooking in the oven, and it looks fucking great. Even exfoliated in the shower like youâve been asking him to, almost took off an entire layer of skin. He doesnât want to admit he feels pretty fucking fresh.Â
The door handle rattles.Â
He sits up. And then stands. Walks over to the front door, arms crossing and then uncrossing.Â
Youâre here.Â
âHey, Tojiââ
Your greeting is smothered in his chest as he threatens to suffocate you with the hardest bear hug in the whole world. And though heâd never hurt you, if you werenât a sorcerer, youâd have been in big trouble.Â
âYâ hungry? Or yâ wanna shower first?â
His hands are all over you, lifting your chin to search your face for any scratches, even squishes your cheeks to be sure, and heâs patting you down for bruises or just to make sure all your limbs are intact. Thereâs a frown on his lips and itâs pretty darn cute.Â
âAw, Toji, baby. Did you miss me?â
âNo.â
You roll your eyes. âYeah, yeah, I know. Youâre not a child, blah blah blah.â
Walking past him to take your shoes off, hang your coat and roll your suitcase to the side, youâre inhaling the air and moaning about the delicious food in the oven. Oh, God. Youâve been craving homemade food for so long now. You might actually die if you donât eat.Â
âCome here.â Your eyes dart to him, still standing by the doorway, fists clenching and unclenching. Toji looks furious. You look closer. No, he looksâŠembarrassed? âSaid come here, ma.â
âWhy?â You ask, head titling in curiosity and slight suspicion.Â
He grunts. âWhat? I gotta spell it out for ya?â
Laughing, you tap your foot on the ground and retort back, âYeah, you might because you need to have a good reason from keeping me from both a good shower and a warm meal.â
Toji rolls his eyes and stalks over to you, yanking you back to his chest so he can wrap his arms around you and keep you still. Itâs much softer than before, but you feel the same sense of passion, something that verges on desperation.
Itâs almost likeâŠ
No.Â
It canât be.Â
Oh, but when you feel his face bury itself in your neck and you hear that long inhale, followed by a deep groan vibrating through his chest, youâre absolutely sure.Â
Toji missed you.Â
An overwhelming feeling of love fills you, so does a sense of victory, and you just hug him back, inhaling deeply too. He smells like home, like reluctant cuddles, pats on the ass, and early morning sex. You thought youâd have the most trouble in the two weeks, which turned into three, but as it turns out, he didnât fare much better.Â
Though heâd never admit it with his own mouth, his body betrays him.
Toji doesnât let you get very far without a hand on you somehow, whether thatâs a hand on your thigh as you eat dinner side by side, instead of across from each other, or you sitting on his lap as you watch the movie you want to watch. He even waits on the toilet lid as you shower, though that only lasts a couple minutes before heâs stripping and joining you.Â
âYâr not washing yâr hair right,â he tuts.Â
Getting into bed is even worse because heâs practically lying on top of you the whole night, still sniffing your neck, and with his hands exploring your body. Not really in a sexual way, which is odd for him, but as if he just wants to feel you. He wants to feel your warmth, your softness, and reassure himself youâre home.Â
Soon, heâs out cold and you mumble a goodnight against his forehead.
He wakes up feeling completely refreshed, like a newborn, stretching and grinning about getting ready with the day, and frowns when youâre still fast asleep. Part of him wants to make sure youâre getting your rest, but that part doesnât win for very long and the much bigger part is shaking you awake.
âCome on, ma. Fucking bored here. Wake up, yeah? Letâs get some breakfast. Wanna talk to ya.âÂ
And when you do wake up, grumbling at how loud heâs being, he ignores the glares youâre giving and the swatting of his hands. Toji gives you a rare, wide, toothy smile and he says,Â
âThereâs my gorgeous girl. Good morning, baby.â
Yeah, this man totally missed you.Â
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