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Naughty or Nice?
Pairing:Â Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â ~1.8k
Warnings: smut, fem!receiving
Summary:Â This year, youâre going to ask Santa for something only you have been able to give you thus far. Orgasms.
Square Filled: Christmas (2021) for @spndeanbingo
Authorâs Note:Â any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Normally, the mall is a place you and your friends avoid during the holiday season, but you heard that they were hosting auditions for Santa this year. Rumor has it, that someone super attractive got it. Again, youâre not one to go man-hunting at a crowded mall with children and families running everywhere, but here you are.
Your dating life hasnât been all that great. It mostly consists of hookups and one-night stands that can never get you to orgasm. Only your pink ice cream clit vibrator has ever been able to do the job, so youâre hoping to come here and maybe meet a willing Santa to take home. Maybe if you sit on his lap and wish for orgasms, heâll be inclined to give you one.
Itâs worth a shot.
âI canât believe youâre going to do this,â your friend, Beth, says.
âWhat? Men who audition for Santa usually arenât men from this town. Theyâre all married and they donât want to take the joy away from their kids. Whoever it is, is from out of town, which means he can be hot, single, and eager for a hookup.â
âI thought you were done with those.â
âNo, I am done with hookups from men who only think about themselves. Iâll be able to take one look at this Santa and know if he can jingle my bells if you know what I mean.â
Beth laughs and shakes her head. âI donât think parents would allow their children to sit on a sexy manâs lap.â
âOnly one way to find out. Come on.â
The area where kids are meeting Santa is already crowded with families, and the line is already three stores down from the start. When Dean heard about the Santa auditions, he put in his name when he was drunk. What harm would it do if he decided to be Santa for a night? On one hand, he can make a lot of childrenâs days by being Santa. On the other hand, he could meet a kidâs single mom or their sexy aunt and take them home. Itâs a win-win.
âOkay, I thought you were joking before, but youâre really going to do this?â Sam asks his brother.
Dean pulls on the red coat and smirks at his brother. âHot chicks, Sammy.â
âKids, Dean.â
Dean shrugs. âIt comes with the job. Just go find something to do. This shouldnât take more than a couple of hours.â
âYouâre relentless.â
âDedicated, Sam,â Dean smirks.
Sam rolls his eyes and leaves the room. He decides to head back to the motel room instead of sticking around. Dean finishes getting ready and walks out with one of the mall coordinators. As soon as the kids see him, they cheer at the thought of being with Santa even for a minute. He stays true to his character and plays the best Santa he can be for the kids also while looking out for anyone single and willing to go home with him.
âLooks to me like heâs a regular guy,â Beth says to you as you inch closer to the front of the line.
âBeth, you are married so I donât expect you to see this but I caught a glimpse of him as he was putting his costume on. I think he was carved by the Gods themselves.â
âYouâre relentless,â she rolls her eyes.
âWhat? I am just trying to participate in Christmas traditions.â
âYou donât even have any kids.â
âIâm practicingâŠ?â
âBy asking Santa for,â she lowers her voice to a whisper, âorgasms?â
âYes.â
Beth laughs, and you get closer to the front of the line. Dean takes a picture with one of the little girls who just asked for a pony when he locks eyes with you. For just a few seconds, itâs like time has slowed down just for the two of you. Even from where youâre standing, you can see how green his eyes are.
âNext!â the mall attendant yells.
âGood luck,â Beth whispers and steps off to the side where the parents wait.
The mall attendant gives you a weird look, especially when you step up on the platform where Dean is. She doesnât say anything because she doesnât want to make a big deal out of it even though youâre getting some dirty looks from parents in line.
âWell, who do we have here? Whatâs your name?â Dean drawls when you sit on his lap.
âY/N.â
âAnd have you been a good girl this year?â
You smirk when you hear the double meaning in his words.
âOh, Iâve been a very bad girl.â
Deanâs eyes darken. âYou know the deal. Bad girls donât get presents.â
âMight you make an exception?â
He licks his lips, and you canât help but watch his tongue. âI might. Depends on what you want.â
You lean in so that your mouth is close to your ear. You donât need everyone in the mall to hear this.
âOrgasms.â
âBad girl or not, I think I can help with that.â
âIâd hope you would,â you grin.
âMeet me after in front of Barnes and Noble.â
You forgo the picture and leave to give the kids what they came here for. Dean shifts in his seat to hide the erection you gave him. Heâs not trying to scar any children or piss off any parents.
âDid you ask him?â Beth asks when you walk away from the place.
âYes. God, he was so much more attractive up close. He was so⊠firm. Iâm going to meet him after heâs done. Thank you for coming with me.â
âAnytime. I have to get back to Jared. He already started drinking eggnog without me.â
âOkay. Iâll let you know how it goes,â you wink.
You wait anxiously in front of Barnes and Noble until the very last child has had her turn with Santa. The more youâre by yourself, the more you psych yourself out. Was this a good idea? You donât even know the man. He could be a murderer for all you know. Okay, maybe not that but he could have dark secrets in his closet.
Before you can convince yourself to leave, a man who you believe is Santa walks over to you wearing flannel, jeans, and a black jacket.
âSo, have you decided if you want to be naughty or nice?â
âWhichever is more fun,â you grin.
âNaughty it is.â He holds his hand out and you take it. âIâm Dean.â
âY/N, but you already know that.â
He even has a hot car. Once you see the shiny black Impala, you decide youâre going to milk Dean for everything heâs got before he leaves. He might very well be the best one-night stand youâll ever have.
Dean takes you back to his motel room where Sam is reading a lore book. He looks up when the door opens, and he shakes his head when he sees his brother isnât alone.
âOut, Sammy.â
âDude.â
âWould you rather watch me fuck her?â
âThatâs something Iâm not opposed to if youâre into that sort of thing,â you say.
âNo, thanks,â Sam pouts. âIâm going to get a room far from yours.â
As soon as Sam leaves, Dean pulls you into him and presses light kisses down your neck.
âSo, are you going to unwrap me?â
âDamn right, I am, and Iâm going to take all night to do it.â Dean lays you down on the bed and runs his hands down your legs. âAre you wet for me?â
âUndress me and find out.â
Dean practically rips your clothes away, and you donât even think about needing them tomorrow at the moment. All you want right now is his mouth and fingers on you. Dean cups your pussy and runs two fingers through your slit to confirm that yes, you are wet and ready for him. He falls to his knees and you spread your legs open wide for him.
He grips your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed before burying his face between your legs. Some of the men youâve been with hated going down on you, so you havenât had a man down there in a while. Just the simple act of Dean sliding his tongue through your folds is enough to bring a squeal out of you.
âFuck, Dean, that feels so good,â you moan and grab his hair.
âGood. Iâm not stopping until youâre dripping down my chin.â
Dean massaged your clit with his tongue before sliding down to your entrance. He tongues you rapidly while rubbing your clit with his thumb. You canât come unless your clit is stimulated, but you honestly think Dean could just lick you and youâd explode for him. Maybe youâll test that theory later tonight when you go for another round. Dean is the kind of man you go multiple rounds with.
âShit, Dean, that feels so good. Iâm gonna come.â
âCome all over my face.â
You donât wait another second before exploding around his tongue, and he laps up every drop youâre giving him.
âGod, you taste like Heaven,â Dean moans.
He kisses your clit once before standing up. You stand and kiss him even though you can taste yourself on his lips. You undress him until youâre both naked, and he turns you so that youâre facing the bed. He gently pushes down on your back until youâre on your hands and knees, and he grips your hips and tugs you hard enough for you to lose your balance. You fall face first on the bed with your ass in the air, just how he wants you.
He grabs the base of his cock and squeezes to prevent his release from coming too soon. He pumps twice before sliding the head of his cock between your pussy lips.
âDean, skip the formalities. Please, fuck me.â
âDonât have to tell me twice.â
He grabs both sides of your hips and slides into your pussy slowly so that you can feel every inch. You gasp from the stretch but he doesnât stop until youâre completely full of him. You grip the sheets and push back into him as much as you can from your position. Dean pulls out only to slam back in, and you canât help the loud moan from coming out.
âFuck, Y/N, how are you so tight?â
âYou feel so good, Dean,â you moan.
Thankfully Sam isnât next door or else heâd hear the sound of skin slapping against skin and your beautiful moans.
âRub your clit for me, baby. Get yourself closer to the edge. I want to come with you.â
You reach down and rub your clit in fast hard circles. Itâs been so long that youâre approaching the edge faster than youâd thought you would.
âFuck, Dean, Iâm close again.â
âCome all over my cock.â
You do as he says and explode all around him. You squeeze his cock several times which brings Dean over the edge. He slows his thrusting to ride out both of your highs until neither of you can give anything more. He pulls out of you and falls onto the bed next to you.
âI hope youâve got more than one round in you.â
He smirks. âBaby, I can go all night.â
You love Christmas time.
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Hi
Could you write about living with everyone's favorite wolf guy (Von Lycaon x f!Reader)? I feel like waking up next to him or completing household work together would be so sweet/cute >\\\\< Please and thank you!
Here's to hoping you will pull him soon!!!! Don't give up <3
You understand me, I JUST WANT TO HAVE THOSE SWEET MOMENTS WITH HIM. I stuck with the waking up together idea because god the want to be in his arms is IMMENSE. Also I combined this with another who wanted a wife reader!
Edit after writing: This ended up so much shorter than what I wanted, Iâm sorry. I just couldnât figure out how to keep it going without it feeling too fillery
Warnings: none I think? Possible suggestiveness but the implications are super subtle imo
Waking up in the morning was one of your favorite times of the day. Even when the sun began to almost turn your sight red as it hit your face, or when you felt the small prickles of a cramp from sleeping in a somewhat awkward position. Yes, even with these, seeing the sleeping face of the thiren before you is what always made it worth it.Â
You smiled as you felt his tail wrapped around your legs, surrounding you in fluffy warmth. A habit your husband had picked up since you first began to sleep in the same bed as him all those many years ago. The small puffs of his breath could be felt on the very top of your head, adding more to the constant realization youâll always have of just how much bigger he is compared to you. But that never made you scared of him, in fact the wolf thiren was very adamant on making sure you only felt safe around him.Â
You could see his ear twitch, alert to any noises that would require him to wake up. It was another habit your husband had picked up, from a time before you as far as you were aware. He wasnât secretive about his past to you, though you never pushed him to tell you everything, something you knew he appreciated.
 You could feel your smile widened as you attempted to quietly sneak out of the maleâs arms, gently pushing his arms off of you. Though you knew it was futile once his hold only tightened around you, a soft grumble escaping from the wolf. Alerting you he was already awake, like he typically was.
âLove, you know we both have work.â You softly chided, suppressing any laughs as he only tiredly grumbled again in response. As uncharacteristic many would say, Lycaon wasnât actually much of a morning person. But because of the job he has, it sadly forced him to adopt an early morning routine. Though you couldnât say much, since your own job had you suffer the same thing.
He let out a tired growl like noise, nuzzling his nose into your hair. You almost wanted to coo at him over how cute he was being, but you refrained from doing so to keep him from grumbling even more. Your hands began to skillfully brush through his fur, stroking near his ears in a gentle fashion. As you did so you could feel his hold relax, making you smile as your coaxing for him to move starts working. The light pat pat from his tail hitting your legs softly could be slightly heard under his increasing grumbling. But you knew you won when he slowly detached from you, though he still gave your cheek a nuzzle before he fully sat up.
The sight in front of you was something you saw every morning, but you couldnât help but be in awe every time you saw the early morning light hit the thiren just right. The way his fur was both messy yet still gave a sense of pristine cleanliness even with some tufts being misplaced. Or the way even with the thicker fur, since it was beginning to become cold in the city, you could still see the powerful muscles move as he stretched and moved around the room. Which signaled you to start getting up, stretching out your own sore muscles and brushing your messed up hair into an easier to manage lump.
When you finally walked over to the bathroom to do your morning routine, your husband had already finished dressing into his uniform and brushed out his fur. The faint sounds of him working in the kitchen could be heard as you walked out your room dressed as well, smiling to see the typical quick yet nutritious breakfast the wolf thiren was always insistent on making for you even when you insistent on cooking for you both. GIving him a quick kiss on his cheek in gratitude, you quickly ate your food and sipped on your freshly brewed coffee. As the man insisted on using the very expensive espresso machine he had gotten to satisfy your caffeine needs, though he never used it for himself as he preferred tea.
After a few moments of packing essentials and basking in the quiet moments before it was time for the both of you to leave, you followed Lycaon to the door of your home. Just before he could leave, you wrapped your arms around him and squeezed onto his waist tightly, earning an affectionate chuckle in response as he reciprocated the hug.
âIâll be home at the usual time, Love.â He spoke, closing his eyes in content as you cupped his face. Even if it forced him to almost bend down halfway to let you do so, he always loved to let you hold his face like it was your world.
âOkay, be safe.â
âI always will.â At those words you pull him closer, pressing your lips gently against his for what you wished could be for hours. But it was only for a few moments. Once he pulls away you hug him once more and watch him gently close the door and lock it behind him. After a few moments you let out a sigh, choosing to ignore the dull feeling in your chest over how easy you missed your partner. Taking ina breath, you decided to head to your office and set to work.
Even though you worked from home most of the time, you always insisted on waking up and getting ready along with him. Because you could never forgive yourself if you missed those gentle and sweet moments with him, seeing him in a light that he only let you see. As the image of the maleâs grumpy face surfaces into your mind, you smile.
Yeah, mornings were your favorite time of day.
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Missing, But Not In Action
Leon Kennedy x Choir teacher! Reader
SFW; fluff: angst; not thoroughly proof read
Authorâs Note: Haiii! Klitzy here! Iâm so sorry if this seems a bit chopped, Iâve been busy and only had certain times to work on it! I hope yâall enjoy, and please put what yâallâs thoughts (and prayers) in the comments if comfortable enough to do so!
You pace back and forth, just waiting. You keep calling the DSO, but they keep telling you the same thing. âWe have this under control, Y/N.â
You donât believe them, you canât believe them. If they had this under control, heâd be in your arms, kissing your face off before work, heâd be there helping you with breakfast as you brushed your hair and teeth. Heâd just be there.
You tried calling his cell, but you still got that same result.
âHey, it's Leon, leave a message.â
Oh, how you hate his job.
You checked the clock, reading 6:30. Shit. If you stayed in that living room, youâd be even more late for work if you mopped in your living room any longer. You grab your bag and hurriedly rush out to your car, keys jingling as you trot hurriedly.
Getting into the metal box, you start the ignition and speed out of that driveway. You and Leon were lucky enough to find this cute little Victorian era house that had about an acre of land around it that served as your yard. The two of you wanted children, hell, you wanted to put. Anything in that yard. He even got you a puppy on your first anniversary of dating. The house was close enough to your job and it was basically out of your dreams. Your whole life was almost actually. Beautiful house, a hot and loving husband, a job you canât get enough of, everything was perfect, other than what your husband does. for work.
You couldnât help but think about what he was doing, you knew that if Leon got enough booze in him, heâd drunkenly cry about it to you, but right now, he wasnât home. He wasnât in your arms and he wasnât drunk off of the new bottle of Jamisonâs you bought initially for yourself.
Your train of thought was fought off by your phone ringing. It was hunnigan.
You pick up the phone hesitantly. âH-hunnigan..? Why are you calling me? Did something happen?â Your breath hitched in fear and anticipation.
You could hear her sigh âWe found him⊠or at least a sign of him. I could be wrong, but it seems that we should be able to get connected to him soon.â Hunnigan swallowed hard. She was also a bit uneasy about this, but for different reasons.
âWell I donât know if thatâs a good thing⊠he shouldâve been home by now.â Your eyes dart around as you park your car in the âteacher of the yearâ spot. âWait.. how do you know it's actually him?â
âWell, we donât truly know. But what we do know is that it's in the area that he was sent toâŠâ Hunnigan swallowed hard. âLook, Iâm not supposed to say anything, but itâs Leon we are talking about. The mission was a domestic one. Ergo, heâs still in the states⊠We might be able to get something out of thatâŠâ
âYouâre actually serious, right? Please tell me you are.â Your lips start to bleed from all of the nervous biting youâve been doing.
âYes, I am⊠Iâll get back to you once I have more informationâŠâ Hunnigan clears her throat. âHow did you know it was me calling?â
You relax a bit. âIâve been calling the DSO so much, they just gave me your personal number⊠I could ask you the same actually.â
Hunnigan chuckled. âWell, I looked through Leonâs emergency files⊠you were listed as the spouse there. Also, Iâm not going to ask why they gave you my personalâŠâ
âNoted⊠hey, Iâll get back to you later. Please tell me what all you can. I really canât spend another night not knowing if heâs safe or not.â You tried to stable yourself and swallowed your tears to your best abilities.
The two of you bid your farewells and then hang up. Now, all you have to do is go clock in, check your mailbox, answer emails and get all of your music sheets organized for the 6 periods you teach in a day.
You sit down in your empty classroom in silence. You donât even want to check your emails, your eyes dart to the pictures of Leon that sat on your desk that was encased in a cute metal frame. It was one of the first dates you ever had with him. You were looking for some vinyls to add to your collection and funny enough, Leon was in that same exact music store looking for some cds for his new (and soon to be totaled) car.
You canât help but gain a bitter-sweet smile on your face.
Before you knew it, the bell had rung. It was homeroom day⊠yay.
The bell rang long and a group of kids started to pile in just as always. You sat down at the piano like youâve done the past a decade youâve been teaching here.
A tall, blonde kid walks into the class, eyeing you. Heâs a junior if you are correct. Heâs in your 6th period.
âMrs. Kennedy?â The kid asks you.
Your mouth opens and then closes. âUhm.. What's up ,sport?â You ask awkwardly.
He gives you a look before handing you a piece of paper. Itâs a permission slip. You nod your head at him and he takes a seat in his respective spot. you canât help but look at it, to be fair you forgot the kidâs name. It was something that sounded familiar enough.
You read the paper to see the kidâs name. Leo Kents.
L.K..
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âLâLeâLeon-n-n!â Leonâs comm rang as he tried to go somewhere with service. There was an outbreak in rural appalachia. Close enough for him to get home in 3 hours or sped fast enough. He grabbed the thing and proceeded to bang it on his thigh.
âHunnigan?!â Leon yelps.
âOh thank gââââââsafe.â Hunnigan beeped through.
Leonâs brows furrowed. âWhat? I⊠I canât understand what you are sayingâŠ. Ah hell, the jobâs done⊠Iâm going home.â Leon put the device in his pocket after turning it off, he needed to get a carâŠ
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It was about 12 in the afternoon and your lunch would be finished in about half an hour. All you could do was stare at your phone. You knew that theyâd find him. Hunnigan promised! Right? I mean she told you that they found a sign, so the possibilities are endless.
You sighed exasperatedly as someone knocked on your door. You looked up to see a head pooping up to look through your window. As you stood to see who it was, a second head of hair popped in the window also, at that point, all you could do was chicken to yourself.
âWhat is it? Shouldnât you be at lunch or something?â You lean against the door frame looking at the girls expectantly.
The girl first spoke. âWe came to tell you our song choices for S/E. You told us that youâd get back to us by December, and here we are.â
Your eyebrows raised as you nodded your head. âI did say that, didnât I? So, why is it that y'all came to me instead of vice versa?â The two girls blushed at the question which was more of a statement than anything.
âWell, we wanted to go over the ideas. We have many but we mainly have two to show you.â You boy finally piped up. The girl gave you a nod, agreeing.
You sigh and move out of the way so they could come in until it was time for their next class or however long it took them to go over the songs with you.
You start to read the music sheets that they provided you, all you could do was look at them in shock.
âSeriously? I understand âAs the snow begins to fallâ, but âWhen I am laid in earthâ?â You blinked at them in surprise.
The boy chuckled, almost like he knew youâd say that. It was a very odd mix of two songs with two very different voice ranges.
You sighed and shook your head. âIf thatâs what makes you happy.â
You put down the sheets into your fabric covered lap. All you could do was give these kids a weak smile. At this point, you just wanted them out of your room. You didnât have to deal with these two and their jokes for another two periods and all you wanted was just a break.
The pair looked at you with looks of triumph and satisfaction. They finally bid their adues and went out of your classroom.
The second they walked out, You ran to your cell to check for any more calls. None.
You bit your bottom lip hard. When in the hell would she call you back?
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âBaby cakes?!â Leon practically screeched as he ran into the house. Stupidly, he came from the back door. Somehow, he found a ride thatâd take him to the gas station closest to your place.
He rummaged through each and every room he could, looking for you. All he could do was yell and scream out your name. He needed to find the love of his life. His world.
The only thing that stopped him was the sound of Hunnigan tapping back in.
âHunnigan?â Leon barked.
âLeon?! Where are you?! Did the assignment go through well?â Hunnigan shot questions at him quicker than an auctioneer could even talk. This, of course, made the infamous agent chuckle.
âIâm back home⊠I was looking for Y/N. And yes, it was completed. Once I get to my wife, Iâll be in shortly to put in the documents⊠though I think back up could easily finish that.â
Hunnigan gave him a glaring look through the screen. âWell they are only there for clean up. You, on the other hand, are the person who was sent in to get the information needed and take out whoever was wanted. But Iâm sure your wife and the safety of the country must come first. I bet our boss would just love that!â She quipped, making Leon sour.
âWell, I bet sheâs pulling her hair out of her head at the moment⊠Itâs only for a few minutes, she at least deserves that much. And besides, she doesnât answer her phone at work often.â Leon tried to reason.
Hunnigan leaned back into her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose. âWell one of those few times mustâve been today. I talked to her.â
Leonâs eyes widened. âAre you serious?! Is she okay?â
âLeon⊠Sheâs more worried than anything. You havenât been home. I think sheâs a bit desperate.â Hunnigan chuckled. âHell, she is desperate. She got whoever to give her my personal cell!â
Leon laughed at the mention of your sudden desperation.
âLook, Iâll just put in that you are en route to the main office.â Hunnigan started clicking away at her keyboard.
Leon smiled, relieved that he could at least do this. It was almost rewarding.
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You reread the score in front of you, making sure to play it just right this time. The students sat there quietly, some murmuring about the sudden and rare fatigue, others, zoned out, reading over their own sheets of music.
Your eyes closed as you sighed out of your nose. âYou got thisâ, you told yourself.
your fingers played around on the keys, re-warming them up. You hit the starting notes, the time signature being pentatonic and a 3/2. Suddenly, the rhythm came to an abrupt stop. The students looked up at you as you waited for their expected gazes.
âOpen to the beginning of the song, but go to the last measure.â You chirped as you brushed the bangs of your hair to the side, studying the way your hands rest on the piano. As if you were programmed, your fingers fell onto the keys, playing the melody of the music.
Your playing almost took you away from reality, from the aching pain of a very long period of not seeing your husband, from the aching pain that your life just loves to inflict. The sound of the piano brought you to a bit of peace as you ended at a different measure. You look at the children, who were closing their folders and putting them up. All you could do was give them a small smile. It was just about the end of the period.
You stayed. Silent as you watched them get up to the sound of the bell as if they were robots, moving to commands. You silently waved goodbye as they curtly walked out, one-by-one.
The second the last kid walked out, your face dropped. You turned back around, you sighed as your head fell into your hands. No call from hunnigan, no Leon, nothing.
âWhy did I get myself into..?â You silently mumbled.
You shot up as you looked at the ceiling. You sniffed, holding back your tears. You had students coming in at any minute. You couldnât just let them see you like this, they didnât need to see you fret.
You sat there on the bench, basking in the loneliness that you didnât know would be interrupted sooner than you were hoping for.
There was a knock on the wooden door frame, making you jump.
You quickly scrambled to your feet, flattening out your skirt and fixing your sweater. You twirled around with a hopefully convincing smile plastered on your face.
You opened your mouth, trying to cover up what you were just doing, as though it would paint you a good excuse. Letâs just hope they werenât there for long.
âHey! How can I-â your smile faltered as you stared at the taller, tired being in front of you. âOh my godâŠâ
Suddenly, your eyes filled with tears, threatening to ruin your perfect makeup.
Leon smiled as he hoisted himself off of the frame, making his way towards you.
âMy sweet girl, oh how Iâve missed your ass!â He opened up his arms, just as he always did.
You sauntered towards him, grabbing him and pulling him into a tight embrace.
âI⊠I thought you were dead? You left me!â You choked on your sobs out of relief, anger, and sorrow.
Leon felt his heart cave. He really did make you worry your head off, he really did put you through that.
He chuckled out of relief. âWell Iâm here now, ainât I? Itâs okay, Iâm here, Iâm safe. We both are together.â
You know that he was right, but the feeling of him not being there lingered. You prayed that it was real, that he was actually holding you and not just some dream.
But this was no dream, he was actually here in your arms. Now, you could go back to your usual routine of drinking coffee on the back porch and watching old westerns as you ate breakfast on the weekends. Just for this little bit, your life would be normal. You knew to hold onto this little bit. Because soon enough, your Scottie would be gone again.
#leon kennedy#resident evil#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#klitzy please#resident evil 6
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"And soda; runs off into the street..." "...and soda... is totally okay!"
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi suckening#cw blood#something something cracking open a boy w the cold ones#IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I MISSED I SWWWEAR TO JEBEDIAH. IF I STARE AT THIS ANYMORE IM GONNA DIE IT NEEDS TO BE DONE#ALSO RRRAAAHAHHHGHGH CAN I JUST TAKEA SECOND TO SCREEAAMM ABT HOW MUCH I LOVE SODA AND EMIZEL.. LIKE THERYE SO CUTE....#THEY ARE HOMIES THAT KISS EACHOTHR GOODNIGHT. THEY CARE SO MUCH FOR EACHOTHER. SODA LOVES SODA AND SODA LOVES YOU#do u guys remember how willing he was to share blood w his vampire bestie. like cmon. remember when emizel memorized sodas Soda Schedule.#LIKE CMON.... they just have eachothers backs so much. ouhhh my god... ANYWAY SO THE ART HUH. I FEEL LIKE I SCRAMBLED W IT FOR A WHILE#DRAWIN IS HARD..... i think i did well in the end tho.. i like the lil heart beat effects. and i hope i made soda look Suffieciently Scared#i ALSO had fun w the teeth. i however did not have fun w the walls. if i had more drugs i mightve done every brick in more detail#but i didnt WANNA!!!! this will suffice.I HOPE IT FLOWS WELL&THAT ITS CLEAR... IVE STARED AT IT SO LONG IT IS NOW VISUAL SOUP. HELP!!!#i want my comics to have more Pauses and Space and Thought and Momence. i feel like normally they go so fast. but THIS time#i think i did good.... huuoouhhhh.... comics are HARD art is HARD but i am HARDER. or something. OH YEAH I HAVE MORE ART THINGS#soda was RLY HARD FOR ME TO DRAW FOR A MINUTE..but i like where his design is now. i wanted his hair to be curly swirly.like soda fizz#i THINK thats all my thoughts for now. if u have thoughts u should spill them in the tags i looooove reading tttaaggsss#have a goodnight i gotta go to work soon. maybe. unless the casinos power goes out AGAIN. OR SEOMTHING... UUGHHH MY SCHEDULE IS IN SHAMBLES#I THOUGHT I WAS WORKIN 3 DAYS INA ROW SO I RENTED A WHOLE DAMN HOTEL BC THE JOB PLACE IS FAR AWAY.. I HAD TO CANCEL THE WHOLE RESERVATOn#annd im MMMMAD ABOUT IT!!! like ill get over it ofc BUT IM PEEVED!!!! IM INCONVIENIENCED AND GENTLY AGGRIVATED. BUT OVERALL FINE.#hope yalls weekend goes well. sleep well. if u get the chance to.
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hold on im still too mad at this one fucking guest to take a nap i need to be a hater for a minute
#so when i say hell on earth kinda day i mean HELL ON EARTH kinda day#we had a large bus travel group from slovakia and then some other guests and it was almost a hundred people for breakfast#the bus group all came at the same time they descended onto the buffet like fucking seagulls i swearrrrr#and i divided tasks like i had two helpers with me in the kitchen so one guys job was just to gather dirty dishes + washing + taking clean#ones back out#and the other guy running around the buffet checking whats needed + restockjng the cold food + telling me all the hot stuff that needs#refilling. so i was in the kitchen making all the hot foods on constant rotation + chopping fruits and making smoothies and shit#and like we managed. WE MANAGED. the buffet was never even half empty at any point like yes there was always something that was empty but#dude who cares if the vanilla yoghurt is empty for 5 mins just pick something else.#and everyone was happy with their breakfast and really nice when asking if we have more of this and that etc and then there was one lady#this ONE FUCKINGGGG lady i swear i almost threw hands#she was complaining about everythinggggggggggg#about there not being any more fried eggs (already in the pan. done in 2 mins. but when helper nr2 told her that she said well why did we#run put in the first place) about the bread station being full of crumbs like girl its BREAD. my giy was running up and down the buffet#wiping it off and cleaning as fast as he could but if you allow people to cut their own bread there will be fucking crumbs. the fuck.#then she also didnt like how the butter looked bc OBV people kept using the butter and no matter how many times you go in and make it look#neat again as soon as the next person takes some it will not look picture perfect anymore#like while i was running back and forth restocking stuff with my arms full she TOOK MY ARM and pointed at things and was like#'this looks shit' so does your fucking face but you dont see me getting physical about it#and then when i came out with a big tray of fresh glasses and cups she pointed to where someone had spilled some water at the dispenser and#went 'there is water on the buffet' (far away from any food + literally its just water) and i said 'yes i know' and she goes 'well it doesnt#look very appealing. this is the worst buffet ive ever seen' and i go 'well surely you have seen how busy we are' and she FUCKING GOES#'i dont care. i paid money for this.' and i go 'well that makes two of us for not caring. we'll get to it when we have the time.' and she#said something else idk what bc i was finished with my task and had SHIT TO DO BC PPL WERE STILL EATING#so i just turned and ran back to the kitchen to keep working#actually i got back to the kitchen and said to guy nr1 'i need to go punch something' and then went out the back and started kicking the#shit out of a pile of paper boxes and THEN i continued working#and then she started TAKING PICTURES of everything she didnt like of the buffet like full offense i hope she gets hit by a bus#like with some people you can just tell they never worked a day in the service industry and no matter what you do theyll keep complaining#anyways :) tag limit. apparently. so its nap time now. honk shoo snork mimimi and so forth <3
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#out of sight out of mind....#im not gonna check his blogs every day from here on out#and i hid/archived our chat so i dont have to see it when i open the messaging app#i do have some kind of 'fomo' lol bc i dont wanna miss out on any potential glimpse into his mind or days#esp now when he doesnt tell me anything anymore. idk anything abt what goes on with him#but .. i am allowing and letting him control my life#i obsessively check my phone and refresh his blogs ALL day#it's extremely unhealthy and pathetic and i know this#it's just hard to stop bc i genuinely... love him sm#plus he told me he wanted me for real so he made me not only dream of a life i thought wasnt possible for me#but also WANT it. i only want him and to live with him and be his. that's all i want but he just cut me off out of nowhere lol#and im still hung up on it... i dont want my boring reality. current nor future. i just want the reality where im with him which he made me#think was smth i could have one day soon.#but anyway. if his feelings changed that's how it is. it's not even his fault it's just how things work in life#even if i dont want to accept it i have to. i cant keep living in this limbo. i try to talk to him but he's a wall so that's a No.#so i cant let him control my life and waste away all my days on him#i need to stop checking his blogs and our chat. that's the first step#im still gonna allow myself to think of him and daydream and fantasize. but that will have to stop soon too#then i have to focus on doing my assignments and read books and go to the gym#things that will help me get realistically where i want in my current reality#i want to finish highschool and then apply for a preschool or library program#and hopefully the plan is to get a student housing apartment so i can move out finally and live on my own and study#then when i finish i'll look for a job as either of those things. and a place to live (which is super fkn hard in these modern chaos times)#even if i have to live my life all alone... i want to be as comfortable as i can at least#i can live in my own row house and have pets and work and read and play games and watch shows#and see and talk to my mom#i mean hopefullyyyy i'll be able to try to make at least some shallow connections so i have ppl to hang out with#i can always hope to meet someone who'll fall in love with me but im not counting on it#ugh.. bc as it is now#i dont do ANYTHING but be on my phone
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Great. My ill cat who has a cardiac issue, to whom we were supposed to give meds daily but it proved impossible so we changed meds and now can give it to him in a bit of cream twice a week instead so things finally got easier, also has hyperthyroidism so we now need to rub some kind of lotion twice daily in his ear??? With gloves??? There's no way he'll let us.
#just complaining don't mind me#I'm never adopting a cat again because they always die early on me#Because I'm bad luck or I have bad luck idk#I'm just so sad#Half of it is I'm about to get my period so I'll probably feel better in a few days but#I have no job and no hope of getting one any time soon with how things are going#And my cat is sick#And the weather is shit#And I have to get through Christmas with no story to tell because nothing has happened in my life in the last 6 months#And I'm so so tired#Anyway#It'll get better but right now it's a bit rough
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worst!logan howlett x f!reader
SUMMARY: After saving Earth-10005 from impending disaster, Wade convinces Logan, the alcoholic and easily irritated mutant, to stick around for a while. Heâs convinced that nothing good can come out of this experience, until he meets you: the charming bartender with a soft spot for swearing that matches his own. Suddenly, sticking around doesnât seem so bad after all.
WARNINGS/TAGS: mdni - smut 18+ fluff. drinking. dirty talk. slow-burnish. grumpy!logan x sunshine!reader. reader is really kind but cracks a lot of jokes. age gap (25 vs 200 - theyâre basically the same age). oral sex (f receiving). fingering. finger sucking. soft dom!logan. wade being the funniest asshole. logan calls reader "kiddo/kidâ.
A/N: HI! first of all, i'd like to thank you for all the support you showed me on my recent post. let me just tell you that iâm LOVING writing for logan. but none of this would be possible without YOU, so yeah, i fucking love yâall.
** regarding this story, i was planning on making it even longer, but writing these two has been so much fun, and i didnât want it to end just like that (i have attachment issues as you may infer from this note). therefore, iâve made the decision to write a second part to this fic, which will contain fluff and other stuff (you already know the drill). i donât know when iâll be posting it, but iâm sure it wonât take me that long.
*** iâm also working on other one shots (purely fluff/domesticity because i want this man to cradle me in his arms). anyway, i donât know if anyoneâs going to read this, but still, all I have to say is THANK YOU FOR READING MY WORKS! i hope you really like this silly story i made up :)
**** english is not my first language so if you come across any mistakes donât hesitate to tell me :)
special recognition to @zloshy who allowed me to rant about my own fic đ the sweetest human ever
The bar is far from packed, but then again, it never truly is.
Studying your regulars has become your favorite hobby. Soon you end up knowing their names, the drinks they like, and what time they come through the door. Itâs what happens when standing on your own two feet and refilling glasses lose all their charm. A part of you thinks you also do it to make them feel safe. No matter how much you try to deny it, you truly care about their well-being.
Is this your dream job? Nope. Definitely not. Youâre pretty sure that holding some strangerâs hair while they empty their insides wasnât on your bingo card for this year. But sadly money doesnât grow on trees, and university isnât going to pay itself. Plus, this was the only job in which your resume was not immediately rejected. It should also be stressed that the drunks happen to love you.Â
Perhaps this isnât the life you had always imagined for yourself, but you were getting closer to it. Youâd often talk to Adam, a retired psychologist in his seventies. He was without a doubt one of the most loyal clients youâd ever encountered. In the past, heâd even given you free advice on some of your failed hookups. You once told him that in less than two years, youâd be just like him when you got your degree in Psychology. To your surprise, he replied: âYouâll be much better than me, doll. Iâm a mess, canât you see it? You donât wanna be like me,â his voice was hardly above a whisper as he continued. âI should be at my daughterâs birthday right now, but I didnât get an invitation this year. Believe me, you donât want to end up like this old man.âÂ
Like Adam, most of the men who frequented the bar day-to-day saw it as an opportunity to hide within the shadows. In comparison to the other pubs in the area, the one you work at doesnât receive that much attention from the general public. A dimly lit place where only music from the 80s is allowed. Youâre certain that if a health inspector ever came down here, youâd be in serious problems. But hey, you know what they say: do not worry about tomorrow; instead, live in the now.
The atmosphere of the bar shifts dramatically as the main door slams shut with a resounding thud, pulling you abruptly out of your daydreaming. You turn to see whoâs arrived, but as soon as your eyes meet his, youâre compelled to look away. Nevertheless, the brief glance you catch of the strangerâs features is enough for you to unlock your phone and send a quick text to your best friend.Â
You:
cutie patootie alert
thereâs this really handsome guy at the bar
i donât think iâve ever seen him before
i think iâm in love with him
my night just got a 100% better
Allison:
age
what does he look like
is he bald?
You:
he looks like he could be in his early fifties??? itâs hard to tell UGH i wish you were here
brown hair, beard, 6â2 if iâm not wrongÂ
i didnât stare at him for too long
otherwise that wouldâve been very weird
and no heâs not fucking bald
that happened only once and i was not aware of that gentlemanâs lack of hairÂ
Allison:
so youâre dating retired now
get it grandma!
You:
oh fuck you allisonÂ
Allison:Â
itâs okay girl we all have our flaws
just make sure itâs nobodyâs father
wait itâs not mine right?
You:
nah your dadâs way hotter donât you worry about it
Allison:
bitchÂ
Even with the music blasting through the speakers that are attached to the ceiling, you can still hear the low murmur and the whispers. The mysterious stranger seems to have attracted the attention of the other patrons, some of whom have even raised their phones to take photos. Your eyebrows draw together. Why would they do something like this, approaching the man as if he were a celebrity? Since curiosity never fails to kill the cat, you decide to get involved.
âDo I have somethinâ on my face?â you hear him ask the crowd, his raspy voice making your knees wobbly. He sounds enraged. You step on your tiptoes, trying to see what all the fuss is about, albeit itâs pretty hard considering how these men are caging him with their bodies.
The glow of a phoneâs flashlight catches your attention, and suddenly, a chair is dragged without much elegance. âEnough of that, yâhear me?â
Enter you now. âOkay, gentlemen, Iâm sorry. Iâm gonna need you to make some space for me, alright?â you mumble as you gently push them aside. âThank you, thank you. Yâall can be real sweethearts when you put your minds to it.â
Then you spot him, and it becomes clear why everyone is making such a fuss.Â
Gary, your worst client ever, steps forward. His nasty breath clouds your senses as he rests one of his sweaty hands on your shoulder. âDoll, itâs the fucking Wolverine. Donât ask him for a picture, though. He doesnât seem to be in the mood for that.â
The last thing you needed to see today was a fight (despite your knowledge of who would be the winner). You locate yourself amidst them, shaking your head like a disappointed mother, so as to add a tiny bit of drama to the situation.
âGuys, what youâre doing here is completely inappropriate. I thought Iâd taught you better. Imagine if I were to pull this crap on you. You wouldnât have it.â
Adam presses his lips together, flushing a bit. âShe does have a point.âÂ
âThank you, peanut. Youâre still my favorite,â you flash him an honest smile. Scrutinizing the rest of the men, you continue with your speech. âYou can still make up for it and fill my tip jar all the way to the top. Deal?â they all scoff, barking their disagreement. âOh, you donât like the sound of that? Then leave him alone, okay? Class dismissed! Back to your places,â you clap your hands repeatedly, signaling them to go away. âChop chop. All this alcohol wonât be drinking itself.â
Just like that, everything goes back to normal in the blink of an eye. Wolverine sits back down in his chair, leaning closer to the table and resting both elbows on it. He examines you, lifting his chin while his brown eyes take in every inch of you.
âThank you,â he utters, his eyes still trained on your features.Â
âNo need to. Itâs what Iâm here for,â you point to your work clothes, which consist of an antiqued apron and a silly sticker that has your name written on it. âCan I get you anything to drink? Itâs also Burger Night. You can get one for half the usual price.â
(No. Itâs not fucking Burger Night. You just happen to find yourself deeply attracted to him.)
He doesnât seem too eager to hear you talk. âNot hungry at the moment. But I could use some whiskey.â
âYou sure?â
âYeah, kid. Very sure.â Well, now he does look annoyed.
âGreat. Iâll be back in a minute,â you move as if you were in a race, returning to him after a hot minute. Setting his glass down on the table, you fill it with some old whiskey you donât even know the name of. Still, he omits that detail, gulping down two-fingers of whiskey as if it were water. âI see youâre thirsty.â
âCould you leave the bottle here?â those brown puppy eyes are begging you to do as he says, and although youâd be happy to oblige, rules are rules.Â
âActually, I canât. The bottle stays on the counter. But you can always join me at the front,â your proposal doesnât appear to have the desired effect on him. âI wonât talk to you if thatâs what you want.â
âIâll take your word for it,â he rubs his neck, drawing a long breath as he stands up.Â
You can feel many pairs of eyes searing into your soul. The others ask you for more drinks and you pour them, pricking up your ears when you hear them talking about him.
âWhat a weirdo. Didnât you see it on TV? Heâs not even from this universe,â Gary explains, looking for accomplices to hate on Wolverine. âLet me tell yâall something: he shouldnât even be here. Heâs fucking dead on this earth.â
Yeah⊠that you knew.
It had been all over the news for weeks. Some would even swear that he was back from the dead, but that was until the representatives from the TVA spoke their truth. If someone wouldâve told you a month ago that multiple universes were a thing, you wouldâve laughed in their face.
As if that werenât already difficult to process, your mind does the job of reminding you that thereâs a man with metal claws sitting a few meters away from you. Despite that, you canât seem to be scared of him. Thereâs something magnetic about his personality and that donât-come-near-me-or-there-will-be-consequences expression that he has. Why had you promised not to speak to him? Dammit.
âI can hear your thoughts,â a muscle in his jaw twitches after knocking back another glass of whiskey. He squeezes his eyes shut before tapping the table with two fingers, silently asking for a refill.
âI thought you didnât want me to talk,â you raise one of your eyebrows, and you behold how the corners of his mouth turn up for an instant. âI can assure you your liver hates you.â
âAlcohol wonât kill me, so donât be afraid. Keep âem coming.â
For nearly twenty minutes, he does nothing but drink. He attempts to light a cigar at some point, and you stop him. âYou canât smoke in here.â
âNo special treatment?â he inquires, placing the cigar between his parted lips and tilting his head back. Heâs so⊠dreamy. He has to know it.
âI saved your ass today. The least you can do is not cause me any trouble.â
His eyes widen at your words, blinking owlishly. âYou saved my what?â
âYour goddamn ass. You were about to start a fight.â
âBlame the idiots you have for clients,â he says, jerking his thumb toward your direction. âI was just mindinâ my own business. They came for me, not the other way around.â
âLook, Wolvie. Iââ
âWolvie?â giving a bitter laugh, he rams a hand through his hair. âThatâs the worst nickname Iâve heard in a long time,â he looks at you through his lashes, getting rid of his leather jacket. âItâs Logan.â
âWow. Your name is very boybandish.â
You succeed in making him laugh once again. Itâs the perfect opportunity for you to observe his face without feeling like you were just about to get caught. He has deep creases and worry lines etched between his eyebrows, a brown beard that perfectly frames his jaw, and a few white hairs scattered in his sideburns. Pearly teeth that go hand in hand with one of the most impeccable smiles youâve ever seen, and a pair of brown eyes that make you feel weak in the knees. You know for a fact that heâs a lot older than you; his exact age remains a mystery, but his appearance is enough for you to start fantasizing.
Shit, you want him. You should feel sickened by the mere thought of being with him. He was born God knows when, has lived hundreds of years. Still, the idea of tracing his cheekbones with your fingers while lying on his chest doesnât leave you. This is fucked up. You are fucked up. A fucked up Psychology student. The joke is pretty much self-explanatory.
âSo this is where youâve been hiding, you preening slut. Canât even bother to answer my calls now?â
The tension between you shatters like a glass dropped onto the floor. He doesnât dare to look in the direction of the owner of that voice, not even as the seat next to him gets taken. He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. âWade, what the hell are you doinâ here?â
âIt hasnât been exactly easy, raising our kid on my own. I donât even have money to hire a babysitter, Lo. I spent nine months carrying your child, and for what? You end up going after a bartender,â the masked man turns to you, giving a sly wink. âNo offense, baby. You must be a real sweetheart. In fact, do you want my number? The nameâs Wade, but you can call me whatever you like.â
âYou dumb fuck. Are you flirtinâ with her?â
âNo shit, smartass. Youâre the future of this country.â
A soft giggle escapes you despite your attempt to hold it back. You take a step back, admiring the two men. âWell, arenât you two a beautiful couple?â
âYou should see our little munchkin. Heâs got my eyes and Loganâs hair. His first word was gubernatorial.â
âWould you like to have a drink while youâre here?â
âA beer would be great. Thank you, sugarbear. Youâre the cutest,â Wade sinks back into his chair, resting his chin on his palm. He jerks his head in Loganâs direction, bumping his shoulder. âSheâs the cutest. Are you two together?â
Logan rubs his forehead, speaking through gritted teeth. âHow did you find me?â
âIt's the power of love, baby. I had Itâs All Coming Back To Me Now on repeat for hours. Couldnât stop thinking about you.â
Handing Wade a cold beer, your eyes scan Loganâs face. âI didnât know patience was your strongest suit.â
âMe neither.â
âEnough of that! I canât stand not being included in a conversation,â Wade throws his hands in the air, and you look at him. âThere you are. So, what about you? Are you even allowed to be here? Did bars change their policies?â
You canât help but snort. âIâm 25.â
Wade looms closer, lowering his voice. âNow that I think about it, you could totally be Loganâs caretaker. Heâs been having some issues recently, given his age. Do you⊠know anything about adult diapers?â
But then Loganâs face contorts, turning crimson. He rises from his seat, grabbing Wadeâs arm. âThatâs it. Weâre leavinâ,â his eyes lock on you for a moment. âHow much do I owe you?â
âDonât worry about it. Itâs on the house.â
The things youâre willing to do for a man, right? You should be ashamed of yourself.
(But you arenât.)
His mouth hangs open in disbelief. âKiddo, are youââ
âCompletely sure,â you finish his sentence for him, bowing your head and clasping your arms behind your body. A tight-lipped smile takes over you. âJust donât tell my boss.â
Wade shifts his gaze back and forth between Logan and you. âI usually donât mind third-wheeling, but I sort of feel left out.â
âIâm gonna sew your mouth shut, Wade.â
âOh, come on! I was just making small talk,â the masked man tries to excuse himself while Logan pushes him towards the door. âIt was a pleasure meeting you, sunshine. Iâm free on Thursdays. Hit me up if his whiskey dick fails to impress you! Mineâs way more agile and young!â
As you watch them leave the bar, you remain frozen in your place amidst the clamor of ongoing chatter and clinking glasses.
What the fuck had just happened?
âPatrickâs normally the first one to get wasted during weekends,â you explain to the blonde woman sitting in front of you, and she writes that information down in her notebook. âHe can usually handle himself, but at some point, heâll try to call his ex-wife, and thatâs when you know you need to stop serving him.â
She clicks her tongue, the color draining out of her face. âThis is⊠definitely a lot to remember. I think I already forgot half of what you said.â
You shake your head, shoving your hands in your pockets. âYouâll get used to it, believe me. Iâll be with you at all times, so if you have any doubts, just ask me.â
After a whole year of working solo at the bar, you finally get to have a coworker: Gwen, a mother of two teenagers in her forties. You had met her at the grocery store, and in the process of helping her find a specific brand of cookies, you found out that she had recently lost her job. One thing led to another, and now sheâs your trainee.
Your savior complex strikes again!
It has been four days since your first encounter with Logan. The thought that he could show up at any moment makes your heart race and your hands sweat. Allison had received countless voice messages where you narrated the entire experience in full detail.Â
Touching your arm softly, Gwenâs face lights up. âAnother man came in. Is he a regular? I donât think you told me about him.â
Fuck, itâs him. Manifesting does work wonders. He locks eyes with you and raises a hand in greeting.
âLeave this one to me,â you tell her as your feet take you to where Loganâs sitting, contemplating the way in which his leather jacket hugs his wide frame. âLong time no see.â
âHey, kid,â he grins. âWhatâs up?â
âNothing much. Nobody has puked yet, so thatâs a good thing,â you crinkle your nose, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. âWhiskey?â
âYou know me so well,â a smirk takes place in his lips, and he smiles cockily. âThough this time, I wonât be leavinâ without payinâ.â
âWeâll see about that,â you go back to your usual spot behind the counter, looking for a glass. Your cheeks kind of hurt from smiling so hard. Next to you, Gwen studies your reaction to seeing Logan. âIs that your boyfriend?â
You almost drop the whiskey bottle. âGod, no. Heâs not my boyfriend. Barely know the guy.â
âItâs funny,â she says, raising her eyebrows with a knowing look, as if she knows something you donât. âHe hasnât stopped looking at you since he arrived.â
âItâs probably because of this,â you reply, lifting the bottle in her direction before pouring a small amount into a glass. Just as youâre about to walk over to him, a girl slides into the sit beside him, her long blonde hair swept up in a ponytail. Sheâs wearing a stunning red dress and black heels. You wonder if sheâs a model, because she certainly looks like one.
Her hand creeps up his arm, fingernails scraping against the worn leather. Although Loganâs expression is hard to read, he doesnât even flinch.
âYou know what? Hereâs his drinkâ You take care of it. Iâll stay here,â you donât give Gwen a chance to talk back, instead staying behind the bar, engaging in small talk with other clients.Â
âDoll, are you okay?â Adam asks you after noticing you struggling to open a beer bottle. He takes it from your hands and opens it with ease. âThere you go.â
âThank you, Adam. Iâm fine, never been better. Why you ask?
âYou sure?â
âAffirmative.â
âYou mixed up our drinks,â he explains in his most psychologist-like voice. âThis never happens to you. Michael has my wine, and Iâve got his martini.â
âFuck! Iâm so sorry. I justâ I donât know whatâs wrong with me,â you chew on your bottom lip, rubbing your temples. âI feel stupid.â
âOh, please. Donât say that. Youâre far from being stupid,â he sits up straight, reaching for your fingers and giving them an apologetic squeeze. âIf you ask me, I think youâve got your mind on someone else,â he must notice how you visibly get tense because he adds: âRemember: I know when youâre lying. You didnât charge him the other day, which means that you must really like him,â taking a tentative sip of the martini he didnât even ordered, Adam shrugs. âIâm a great observer. Thatâs all.â
Out of the corner of your eye, you see the blonde girl from before returning to where her friends are chatting. Logan is left alone, and you watch him grab his glass and head towards the counter.
âAs I said, your mindâs somewhere else,â Adam sighs, a tiny smirk tugging at his lips. âGo get your man. Iâll survive.â
âNot my man. But thanks, older-and-wiser-version-of-cupid.â
Pretending not to have seen Logan, you continue with your work. He remains silent for some minutes before finally saying: âHi.â
Hi? It sounds so out of character for him.
âHey, claws,â you force a smile, still avoiding to meet his gaze. âDo you need anything?â
Logan points to his empty glass, like a toddler asking for more cereal. âI also wanted to talk to you.â
âI thought you were busy over there,â you say, surprisingly managing to sound nonchalant, despite the jealousy bubbling underneath your friendly tone. âDid you get her number?â
âWhat? No.â
âWhy not? Sheâs cute.â
Yeah, maybe you donât sound as collected as you think.
Whether Logan notices it or not, he chooses not to mention it. He folds his arms over his chest, fixing his brown eyes on you. âIâm not interested.â
âAnd what is it that interests you, champ?â your question elicits a low chuckle from him. Just as he opens his mouth to seemingly reply, Gwen appears out of nowhere to ask you about the price of a certain drink. Your gaze shifts between her and Logan, who remains focused on you while sipping his drink.
After that, Gwen leaves. The man in front of you goes poker-faced, pursing his lips, and his abrupt change in demeanor alarms you. âWade wants to have dinner tomorrow at his apartmentâ well, our apartment. I live with him now. Itâs complicated,â he adds with a dismissive wave of his hand, and you laugh. âAnyway, he asked me to tell you that youâre invited. I know we donât know each other that much, but⊠he said you seem like someone worth havinâ around,â he mumbles awkwardly, eyes downcast. âI think the same as well.â
You could die at peace.
âYouâre a lucky fucker because I donât work on Sundays,â you quip, smiling. âIâd be more than happy to attend your feast.â
âGreat. I thought you would turn down the invitation.â
âNow why would you think that?â
ââCause you barely know meâ us,â he corrects himself rapidly. âPlus, Wadeâs annoying as hell when he puts his mind to it. Youâll see.â
âMarital problems?â he actually in response. âIâll take that as a âyesâ. Oh, Iâll bring the dessert.â
âYou donât have to.â
âBut I do want to,â you tilt your head in an effort to hide your longing for him.
âJust want to get under my skin, huh? I can see why Wade likes you,â Logan beams, reaching out to tuck a $100 bill into the pocket of your apron. âThe tipâs included.â
âI donât know how things work in your universe, but youâre giving me way more money than youâre supposed to. I can't accept this.â
âOh, but you will,â his gravelly voice fucks your system up, and youâre glad he canât see how you squeeze your legs together behind the bar.
He writes down Wadeâs address on a random napkin, holding his breath as he stands up. âI should get goinâ. See you tomorrow then.â
Before he walks out the door, you stop him. âLogan? You didnât answer my other question.â
His back shakes momentarily with laughter. Turning around to face you, his stare leaves you even more confused. âGood night, doll.â
This is becoming a habit: every time he goes away, you feel as though youâve just run a marathon with no water available. Your mouth is completely dry, your fingers are numb and thereâs a knot in your stomach thatâs becoming all too familiar.
âWould you mind telling me where you got him?â Gwenâs voice makes you almost jump out of your skin.
âHeâs not from around here. I think heâs Canadian.â
Youâve got this. Youâve got this. Youâve got this.
Knocking softly on Wadeâs door, you step back, the container holding the tiramisu cold to your touch. Itâs your first time trying out this recipe, so youâre expecting it to at least not taste like shit.
Wade answers the apartment door, acting surprised when you remain silent. âWell, look what the wind blew in: if it isnât my husbandâs lover. How dare you? Weâre still going to couples therapy.â
You show him the container, and he squints at it. âTiramisu. You want it or not?â
âI hate twenty-somethings,â he says with a defeated sigh, stepping aside to let you into the apartment.Â
Leaving your purse on the nearest surface, you scan the living room, wondering where Logan might be. Thereâs a small mirror beneath the couch, and you check yourself for the hundredth time tonight. âDonât get too excited. Heâs still showering,â Wadeâs voice rings in your ears, and you turn to look at him, your eyebrows knitted. âYeah. I noticed. Youâre already drooling over that big piece of metal between his legs.â
âKeep quiet!â you cover his mouth with your palm, noticing the scarred state of his skin up close. âWade, you fucking dog. Are you licking my hand?â
âCouldnât help it. You taste like mascarpone cheese and espresso.â
Then Logan emerges from the bathroom, with only a white towel draped around his waist. Droplets of water fall from his wet hair, tracing the muscle of his abs, ending somewhere beneath his happy trail. Your eyes keep flickering between him and his torso until he clears his throat. âI thought you were cominâ later.â
âMe too, but IâŠ,â you trail off, your brain struggling to catch up, âI didnât know what else to do at my place.â
âItâs fine. Justâ let me put on some clothes.â
âPlease donât,â Wade murmurs next to you, but Logan only scoffs. âI was just being honest. Communication is key.â
When Wade and you are alone again, he lets out a harsh breath. âThat was probably the hottest thing Iâve ever seen. My pants are really tight right now.â
âThin walls, buddy!â Logan shouts from his bedroom, earning a laugh from you.Â
Like A Prayer starts playing. Wade moves his hips to the beat, getting lost in the melody. âIs that your phone?â
âYeah, but I always take a few seconds to dance to it. Such a banger!â he says, then picks up his phone, accepting the call. âHey, Ness! WhatÂŽs up?â Wade covers the speaker before telling you: âItâs Vanessa. My ex-girlfriend. We fuck once a week, sometimes even twice.â
From behind, Logan nudges your arm with his, looking at you. âHey, kid.â
âNo, Iâm not busy at all,â Wade exclaims, grabbing his crotch and thrusting into the air. âIâll be there in ten, cupcake. See you,â he spreads his arms wide and whistles. âSomeoneâs getting laid tonight!â
âYou made me come all the way here⊠and now youâre leaving?â
âWhat? My friend Wolverine wanted to invite you over. I just had to provide the apartment,â in one quick movement, he presses a kiss to your cheek, then does the same to Logan. âShave yourself, will you?â
âGo fuck yourself, will you?â
âLove you too, honey. Hope you two lovebirds have a good night, because I know I will!â
Wade throws a wink over his shoulder before heading out, the apartment going dead silent. Logan and you stand frozen, staring at each other, although he quickly drops his gaze, unable to maintain eye contact. A giggle threatens to escape you: he wanted to see you. Could he possibly enjoy your company as much as you enjoy his?
Logan watches the spot where Wave had just been. The absence of his chaotic energy makes the room feel strangely empty now. He coughs lightly, the sound awkwardly loud in the quiet room.
âSo... I, uh, bought pizza,â he says, his voice a little too casual, as if trying to cover up his nervousness. Averting his eyes, he focuses on the pizza boxes on the table.
You catch the hesitation in his tone, your curiosity piqued by his discomfort. Tilting your head, a teasing smile forms on your lips. âPizza, huh? You sure know how to impress a girl.â
Logan chuckles, the sound strained, as he scratches the back of his neck. âYeah, well, I figured it was a safe choice. Didnât want to ruin it, yâknow?â
You move closer to the table, the warmth from the pizza boxes radiating against your hands as you open one of them. The rich smell of melted cheese and pepperoni fills the air, a comforting scent that makes your stomach growl softly. âThank you. Iâm a big fan of pizza.â
He sits in the chair across from you, taking a bite of his slice. You watch him quietly, your own thoughts churning. The truth of his origins had been a shock at first, but now, it just made you want to know more about the man. What was his life like in the other universe? Did he miss it? Was he happier here, or was he longing to return?
âLoganâŠ,â you begin, your tone gentle but probing, âCan I ask you something?â
He glances up at you, eyes widening. Thereâs something in your eyes âan understanding, maybeâ that makes him feel like you could see right through him.Â
âSure,â he replies, trying to sound more at ease than he really feels. âAsk away.â
You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to push too hard. âI was wondering... would it be okay if I asked you some questions? About, you know, your life. Where you're from.â
The bite of pizza suddenly feels heavy in his mouth. He hadnât talked much about his world, not even with Wade. Partly because it was too painful, and partly because he wasnât sure how to explain how things turned out for him. He nods slowly, setting his slice down. âYeah, it's okay. Iâll answer what I can.â
âI just... I want to understand you better.â
âWell, first and foremost, Iâm no hero. You should know that by now.â
âI beg to differ.â
âKid, Iâm the worst Logan. A complete failure. Of all the variants out there, Wade just had to pick the one despised by every living soul on his earth,â Logan looks away, his voice low and heavy. Youâre wondering if doing this was a good idea. âI need a drink.â
He gets up and you follow him into the kitchen. He rummages through the fridge, in search of a cold beer. Meanwhile, you attempt to find the right words. âI donât thinkââ
With a sharp flick of his wrist, three metal claws sprout from between his knuckles. A gasp catches in your throat as he uses his claws to pierce the beer can, drinking from the punctured holes. Once heâs done, he goes back to staring at you. Your gaze, on the other hand, is still glued to the now-empty beer can. âWhat?â he asks, exhaling slowly.
âThat was completely unnecessary,â you mutter, and he lets out a bitter chuckle, tossing the can into the trash. âBut, back to what you said beforeâ I donât think youâre the worst Logan.â
âYou didnât know me back then, darlinâ. I fucked it up,â he leans against the counter, arms crossed defensively over his chest. âLike the Logan from this universe, I once belonged to the X-Men too. I remember that Scott used to beg me to wear my suit. So did Jean, Storm, Beastâ All of them,â his gaze grows more distant, and you can tell that memories are flooding his mind. âWanted me to be part of the team, but I wouldnât do it. Told them they looked fucking ridiculous.â
The pizzaâs long forgotten. You take the risk and get a bit closer to him, your eyes never leaving his.Â
Loganâs silence stretches for a moment before he speaks again. âOne day, while I was off on my own, the humans came. They went mutant hunting.â
Your heart clenches at the pain in his voice. He still remembers everything as if it had happened yesterday. âI can guess the rest. You donât have toââ
But he cuts you off. âNo, let me say it. I need to say it,â he takes a deep breath, lowering his head. âBy the time I stumbled home, shit-faced from the bar, it was too late. They were dead. They called after me and I walked away.â
Reaching out, your hand gently brushes against his. He doesnât pull away, but instead searches for your eyes. âMy suit's all I've got to remind me of who they were. What I did. I found them and they were⊠dead. I started killing, and I couldnât stop. I didnât want to stop. I turned the whole world against the X-Men.â
You tighten your grip on his hand, knowing thereâs nothing you can do to change how he feels. âYouâre not a bad person, Logan,â he shakes his head, mumbling something you canât quite catch. âI mean it. What happened back then doesnât define you. You took the blame for their deaths upon yourself. I can tell you loved them deeply, and Iâll never fully understand the pain you feel. I wish I could. I wish I could take it away, make you forget somehow, but I canât. Thatâs not how life works. But you got your second chance: you saved this world. My world,â gently cupping his face in your hands, you allow your fingers to caress his cheeks. He leans into your touch, watching you with half-lidded eyes. âYouâre my hero. Iâm your biggest fanâ after Wade, obviously, which is a lot to say.â
He grins, letting out a laugh. âEasy there, bub.â
âShould I give you some space?â
Thatâs the last thing he wants from you right now. You already know that as he looks you up and down, placing his hands on the small of your back, his thumbs drawing small circles on your skin. Thereâs no turning backâ The warmth between you feels almost like a fever dream. âFor a long time, all I wanted was to disappear. I couldnât stand waking up every morning, knowing that another day awaited me.â
âAnd what happened?â your breath mingles with his, his closeness becoming nearly intoxicating. âWhat changed?â
âI met a pretty girl at a pub, thatâs what happened,â he murmurs, his dilated pupils flicking up to meet your gaze. âIâm gonna kiss you now.â
âDo all your kisses come with a warning?â
âGod, do you ever shut up?â
You donât have time to respond because he kisses you there and then. His stubble scrapes your skin as your mouths meet again and again, needy hands that hold you as if you were prone to breaking. Logan licks into your mouth, sliding his tongue against yours and swallowing every one of your whimpers.
âSo this is what it takes to shut you up, huh?â he murmurs against your lips. You can feel him smiling, and it makes your heart skip a beat.Â
âKeep talking and you wonât get a single bite of my tiramisu,â you tease him, kissing him again, the taste of beer numbing your senses. âI really like kissing you.â
âThe feelingâs mutual, but now that youâve mentioned that tiramisuâŠâ
âAm I that easily replaced?â
âNo. Youâre just a pain in the ass.â
Jokes aside, youâre as happy as a clam.
Since that night you and Logan kissed, youâve been living your best life. Like a freaking schoolgirl with a crush. Some things never seem to change.
He hasnât been to the bar in three days. Yes, youâre counting them. No, you havenât lost your mind. You want to see him, but thereâs something about making the first move that gives you the chills. What would his reaction be if you showed outside of apartment?
Itâs been a long time since youâve been with anybody. On top of that, all the guys youâve dated were your age. Being with someone that older than you certainly wasnât no your plans. Youâd be lying if you said that the mere idea of being with him in that way didnât excite you.
Oh boy, you miss him. You miss his scruffy voice, his gorgeous hair. And you two arenât even official yet. To be honest, you donât even know what he wants from you. Is he even the type to be in a relationship?
âNighty night, gentlemen,â you say to Gary and his friends as you find yourself in front of them, smoothing your apron. Gwen had called in sick tonight, so itâs just you at the bar babysitting a bunch of grown-men.
âWhatâs up, doll? Youâve forgotten about us. We miss you coming in here to chat,â Garyâs eating his burger at the same time he speaks, something you find repulsive, but youâve seen worse. âYâknow, Iâd love to take you out someday. I have a place youâd like.â
The other men laugh and punch him in the back, just boosting his ego. Pathetic.Â
âIâll let you know when Iâm free,â you reply with the most polite smile you can offer, intending to go on. âWhat are you having tonight?â
âYou always pull that shit, baby. I donât think youâre so busy that you canât accept a date.â
You hate the way heâs looking at you, as if you were wrong for not being interested. As if you didnât know any better.
âYouâre reading minds now? Shocking, Gary.â
âOh, doll. That attitude of yours shows youâve never been with a real man like me, thatâs all,â he leans back in his chair, resting one of his arms on the table and the other one near his crotch, manspreading. âItâs alright. I like you bratty.â
âIâll be back when you finally have something to order,â you attempt to turn around but he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer. Your eyes lock, and he seems to enjoy this: being in control. Like a predator hunting his prey. âCome on, Gary. I donât want to have to kick you out.â
âItâs not that you don't like me, right? Youâve already got your mouth full.â
âCareful.â
âWhat? Donât tell me youâre not fucking that useless mutant. I see you like âem older. Pretty little things like you drive me wild.â
You laugh in his face, showing him your teeth. âIt was never about your age, Gary. Youâre right: I do like them older. Iâm just not into bald, vertically-challenged pricks.â
His entourage of idiots goes silent after that. He looks up at you, eyes burning with hatred. His grip on your wrist tightens, probably leaving a mark. âFucking bitch.â
âGet your hands off her.â
Loganâs voice forces the two of you to look in his direction. It seems that heâs just arrived at the pub, his jacket still on.Â
âYou joining us? Weâre just getting started here, big boy.â
âDid you not hear me?â Logan lunges forward, his nose almost touching Garyâs. âThe fuck is wrong with you?â
âEasy there, cowboy. Iâm just having a chat with your girl. Sheâs one of the good ones, Iâll give you that,â arching a sly brow, his forehead puckers. âYou donât like sharing? We can even take turns.â
Logan clenches his jaw, lips set in a grim line. âSay one more word, and Iâll fucking kill you.â
âIâll give you a full sentence instead: can you even get it up?âÂ
The tension in the air is thick, every second stretching out as Logan's anger simmers dangerously close to the surface. Garyâs smug grin only makes it worse, pushing him to the edge. Before you can react, Loganâs fist swings forward, connecting with Garyâs jaw with a sickening crack. Gary staggers back, realising your wrist. Blood seeps from his nose, his white shirt becoming stained with it. âYou fucker! You broke my nose!â
âWeâre just getting started here, big boy,â Logan mocks him, repeating his previous words.
âStop!â you shout, moving quickly to grab his arm, trying to pull him back. But heâs beyond hearing, his rage blinding him to everything else. He shakes you off, and with a fierce growl, drives another punch into Garyâs stomach. The latter doubles over, gasping for air, the wind knocked out of him. He then falls to the floor, curling into a ball. People start to gather around you, and soon your beloved bar becomes a box ring.
âThatâs enough, Logan! Heâs barely conscious,â you murmur under your breath, stepping between them, hands up in a desperate attempt to create some space. Logan pauses, chest heaving, fists still clenched, as he finally looks at you. The wildness in his eyes starts to fade, replaced by a dawning realization of what heâs done.
âHe deserved it,â he nods vigorously to himself, as if trying to explain his point. âHe was hurting you.â
âIf you keep that up, youâre going to kill him. My bar is not a fucking cemetery,â your voice trembles a little bit, expecting to talk some sense into him. âI wonât let you do this.â
The room is quiet now, the only sound being Loganâs heavy breathing as he stands there, still tense, still processing. You turn to Garyâs friends, cold fury in your eyes. âGet him out of here,â you watch as they haul him up, practically dragging him to the door. The other clients continue to stare at Logan, their mouths hanging open. âEverybody out, right now! Go home. Weâre closing earlier tonight.â
Adam is the last person to leave, slamming the door behind him. You rush to the counter, searching for a mop to clean the fresh blood off the floor. Still agitated, the images of Logan hitting Gary flash in your mind. He approaches you from behind, his fingers circling your forearm. âBubââ
âDonât. Now is not the time.â
âI was protecting you.â
âI told you to stop, and you didnât. You just shook me off,â you snap, glancing at his knuckles which are not even bruised. Slamming your eyes shut, you get to your feet and wash your hands in the sink, the remaining water becoming reddish for a moment.
Logan moves closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. He wraps his arms lazily around your middle section. âIâm sorry.â
You turn in his arms, your back flushed against the sink and your nose in the air. âWhy didnât you call me?â
âI donât have a phone.â
âButâ Jesus, Logan. You couldâve come sooner. I thought you regretted what happened the other day,â you say and the muscles in his face twitch, his body stiffening at your words. âThought you no longer wanted me.â
âNo, bub. Iâ I still want you. I want all of you, trust me,â he murmurs, and you allow him to press his body against yours, the scent of the cigar he must have smoked recently enveloping your senses. âI just⊠donât know how to do this. I have a habit of ruining things, and Iâm trying to figure out the best way to be with you without hurting you.â
âPushing me away also hurts,â your eyes flick up to meet his gaze again, and he whispers under his breath. âI canât read your mind. You need to tell me whatâs going on in that ancient skull of yours.â
His face falters, flashing you a mischievous look. His hand creeps under the fabric of your shirt, fingernails scrapping against your spine. âIâm sorry, princess. I truly am.â
âYou canât just say âsorryâ with that voice and expect me toââ
Youâre cut off by his lips crashing down onto yours. You melt into the kiss, unable to deny what your body has been craving for the past days.Â
âI thought your kisses came with a warning,â you say, detaching your mouth from his, a smile spreading uncontrollably in your face as you see his toothy grin.
âShut up and kiss me, will you?â
In a clash of tongues and teeth, your mouths meet once again. Tugging the hair at his nape, you feel him growl against your lips. His strong hands trace every curve of your body, kneading the flesh of your hips and undoing the knot at the back of your apron. Youâre becoming one with the sink, but in a moment like this, you couldnât care less. Loganâs hard on nudges your lower stomach, and he ruts against you like an animal.
âYou said you wanted to know whatâs on my mind, right?â his teeth nibble on the skin of your neck, syrupy voice going straight to your core. âWell, Iâd love nothing more than to touch you right now.â
âRight here? On the counter?â
âYeah, on the fucking counter,â he grabs you by your thighs, hosting you up and placing your body on top of the cold bar. He nudges your knees apart, his bulge meeting your clothed cunt deliciously. âWill you let me, baby? Can I make you come in here?â
âPlease. Iâm glad we have such a low budget. Camera installment is tâtoo expensive these days.â
âDo you always talk this much?â he slowly unbuttons your pants, and you help him to remove them.
âYes. Next question,â your breath hitches in your throat as you feel the pad of his thumb circling your clit through your panties. Your eyelids drop, your head lolling back. âFuck, that feels good.â
Logan hums, mesmerized with the way your hips roll into his hand, your whimpers sounding like music to his ears. âYou have any idea how I felt when I saw him touching you? Wanted to rip his hands off you,â his eyes drift to your chest, how it rises and falls with impatience. âBut itâs me who gets to have you like this. He can fantasize about you all he wants: Iâm the only one who touches you, ainât I right?â you sigh with content as his fingers graze your slit, aimlessly bucking your hips. He doesnât go any further, and you tug at the collar of his flannel, needing more of his callousand hands on you. âNuh-uh. You want something, you gotta use your words. Got it?â
âI wâwant your fingers inside me,â you donât even recognize your own voice at this point. The few guys you had slept with had never been very talkative during sex. But Logan isnât like them. This is just the beginning and youâre already starting to realize that he has a dirty mouth, that expectant look on his face as he waits to see your reaction to his words. âPlease, Logan. I want you so bad.â
âOh, I know, bub. Thereâs something about me I donât think you know,â he inserts one of his fingers in your cunt, your slick coating the palm of his hand. âThese claws I have⊠they didnât come on their own. Letâs just say my sense of smell is⊠pretty good,â Logan can almost see the gears turning in your head as you try to think coherently. He moves his middle finger in and out of you, stretching your walls. âAnd you⊠have been wet ever since the first time you saw me. Always nice to everybody, making sure they feel at ease,â you feel like youâre being stretched even further, another one of his fingers sinking into your warm pussy. âBut youâre so needy, too. How long has it been since someone touched you like this?â
âToo long, fâfuck. Too long,â youâre squirming, a totally whiny mess. He retratcs his wet fingers and instead goes back to flicking your clit, this time with much less delicacy. His left hand squeezes your tits, and you hate the fact that youâre still wearing clothes. âShit, Logan. I need you to fuck me. Please. Need your cock.â
His face comes to rest at your neck, and you feel lingering kisses and bites that keep you grounded to earth. âNot here. I need a bed to fuck you properly. Youâre only getting my fingers now,â he positions them inches away from your entrance, testing your patience. âTell me who owns this pussy.â
âL-loganââ
âTell me and Iâll make you come,â his husky voice is making you dizzy, tears shimmering in your eyes. âCome on. Know you want it as much as I do.â
You succumb to the tentation, like divinity turned to sin. He kisses you roughly, and you struggle to find the correct words. âItâs you, Logan. You own my pussy. Itâs f-fucking yours.â
With that, he goes back to nudging that spot that makes you see starts, that filthy squelching sound getting mixed up with your moans. The knot in your belly keeps growing tighter the more he pumps his fingers in and out of you.Â
âI said you were only getting my fingers for now, but fuck⊠I need to gest a taste of this sweet cunt.â
Heâs on his knees in an instant, urging your legs apart to make room for his body. Your thighs tighten around his face as he licks a hot stripe up your folds, tracing a heated path on your cunt, not wishing to waste a single second. Pleasure builds quickly, your breath hitching as your hands find their way into his hair, pulling him closer when your body begins to tremble.Â
âIâm close,â you pant, breathing hard, grinding your hips against his face. âIâm so close.â
âThatâs it. Come in my mouth like the good girl you are.â
Who had given him a damn script for this?
The release is explosive. Like the peak of a roller coaster: you go up up up, ascending higher. You think you almost see Jesus, but at some point, you also have to crash down with force. Your shoulders slump, your entire body cramping up; yet he doesnât let you go that easily, his fingers still working, scissoring within you while you ride out the final waves of your high, drawing out every last moment of ecstasy.
Once you finally manage to open your eyes, there he is, staring down at you. He taps your lower lip with his fingers, and then mutters: âOpen.â
And you do, because youâre just as messed up as he is. Your mouth parts, and he slides his fingers between your lips, dragging them smoothly across your tongue. His knuckles brush the back of your throat, and you gag around the intrusion, tasting yourself. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, clearly satisfied with the way youâve cleaned them off.
âI think we should really pay a visit to your apartment,â he suggests, groaning in defeat, and you feel his bulge poking your hip. He must be painfully hard. âI meant what I said earlier. I need a bed if weâre going to fuck. My backâs hurting.â
You raise an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth curving into a smirk. âWhy not go to yours?â
âWadeâs in there. I wouldnât be able to concentrate.â
You canât help but laugh, pausing a moment to collect your thoughts, heat rising to your cheeks. âSo weâre going rodeo?â
Aiming to silence up, Logan kisses you, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. âOnly if you can handle it.â
part 2: âGIVE ME THE FIRST TASTEâ
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From Gaza to Ireland: Out of the Fire of War to the Fire of Soul-Crushing Survival Guilt and Fear for my Family
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At times of peace, having to be away from your family for months and years is a high price you pay for obtaining an academic degree or securing a better job. Imagine while you are away, they were trapped in a besieged strip of land and thousands of missiles rained down on that besieged area of 360 kmÂČ around the clock for almost 11 months. That would crush every cell of your mind and drive you crazy, wouldn't it?!
Imagine suddenly getting addicted to watching the news and the gory videos and pictures all the freaking time. You follow relevant social media pages that only show images, videos, and stories of entire families that were wiped out in an instant in an airstrike and deemed as collateral insignificant damage. While plunging deeper and deeper into an unprecedented state of acute depression, I wondered: how come all my suffering from displacement, fear, and hunger in Gaza for 5 months during the war before being evacuated to Ireland is nothing but a drop compared to my ocean of suffering now?
The constant thinking of my family in Gaza during the genocide and all the potential scenarios is consuming my sanity and mental health at a time in my life and a place where I am required to be 199% focused and productive. To give you a glimpse of my horrible psychological suffering these days: I fear going to sleep because I know horrible horrible nightmares are waiting for me on the other side. Some have to do with the horrors of wars I witnessed in Gaza myself and others relate to the horrible potential scenarios I keep thinking about.
Seeing the images and pictures of Gaza makes you think a thousand earthquakes hit every neighborhood of the Gaza Strip! Nothing and no one has been spared. The horrific war has turned the place into a hell on earth, unfortunately. How can young people have any hope for a better future seeing the mass destruction and the relentless Israeli efforts to stifle Gaza and squeeze hope out of its people as a form of collective punishment. How monstrous and heartless!!!
Amid all this chaos and madness, my number one priority and focus is evacuating my family to Egypt as a first step and hopefully reuniting with them in Ireland at a later stage.
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Fever
(Task force 141 x F!reader)
Summary: While out on a mission you are injected with a substance that might lead to a shift in the dynamics between the 141.
Warnings: SMUT 18+, sex pollen, fingering, dub-con/non-con (under the influence of sex pollen), choking, nasty Simon, Gaz has morals
Word Count: ~ 4.2k
(Reader's callsign is Pepper)
I don't own MW2, the characters, or the gif above.
âWhat the fuck was that?â You shouted as you felt a sharp pricking sensation on your left ass cheek. You reached behind you to feel what was causing the sensation and groaned as you felt a syringe protruding from your behind. You looked down and noted that you had stepped on a pressure plate of some kind and triggered the laboratoryâs defense mechanism.
âOh fuck, lass.â Johnny mumbled.
âShit, Pepper.â Gaz exclaimed in disbelief.
âNo fucking way. Why does this shit always happen to me?â You yanked the dart-like needle from your behind and examined the leftover contents. The remaining contents appeared to be a blue syrup-like fluid. You sighed and pocketed the syringe hoping you could take it back to base to have it examined by the scientists at the lab.Â
âPepper, what was that?â Price called over the comms hearing the distress in everyoneâs voices. Your thoughts ran at a mile a minute as you tried to figure out if you should tell your captain, that you probably had a mild crush on and always wanted to impress, that you just stepped on a trap. Or if you should lie. You hated lying to Price. It felt like you were letting him down and any time you did, you found yourself immediately retracting your statement and telling him the truth hoping heâd forgive your indiscretion. You readied your mouth to let out some kind of answer but snapped your mouth shut as you heard Gaz from your right side, âLooks like they tranqed Pepper or something. We were sweeping the lab and she was the first one in.â You turned your head toward Gaz and offered him a look that was a mix of thankfulness and regret.Â
âShite. You're still standing, lieutenant?â Price probed in a tone that, only those close to him could tell, was full of doubt and concern.
âYes sir.â You pushed further into the lab taking extra care where your steps landed. The lab had been recently abandoned by russian terrorists working on some kind of bioweapon. You could only hope that you didnât just get dosed with whatever they were concocting. As the three of you pressed further into the dingy lab you felt like the mass of your body was slowly doubling.Â
âSoap. Gaz. If I drop, I need two to keep moving. We need to get this intel out of here as soon as we find it.â You could faintly hear the heavy footsteps of the terrorists behind you.
âNo way in hell weâre leaving you behind.â Gaz contended.Â
âListen I-âÂ
You were quickly interrupted by Laswellâs voice in your ear, âPepper. Evac will get to you and the boys in 11 minutes. Itâll be 2 clicks north of your current location. Weâll get you to the safe house from there.âÂ
âCopy.â You replied as Soap took a step closer and fixed his mouth to ready a response to your order.Â
âLass I don-â
âListen. We don't have time for this. I donât know what I got hit with but I know that at the moment we have a job to do. Letâs keep moving while I can and clear the files we came for. You will keep moving if I drop and thatâs final. This mission can't be a waste of time.â You were met with an apprehensive âYes Maâamâ and a âgot it LTâ and you snapped your head around to continue sweeping the lab.Â
You knew you were being harsh but if you gave them room to argue youâd be stuck here going back and forth with them about it. Truthfully it was a ruse to make it look like you werenât basically shitting bricks. You couldnât stop the thoughts that flew through your mind. Iâm going to die today. Holy fuck Iâm not making it out of this. I donât know what I got hit with. How long do I have? You didnât have much going on in your home life so the thought of a family didnât even cross your mind until you thought about who around you did have one. Soap had his sisters back in Scotland that loved to âforceâ him to watch those really crappy rom-coms that he claimed he hated so much but then recommended for team bonding nights. Then you had Gaz who had his mom waiting at home for him. She always sent him care packages with little hand written notes that gave him updates on the status of his neighborsâ cat who had slowly been making itself comfortable on their property back in London. She even sent him photos of the cheeky little tuxedo cat. Your mind shifted from thoughts about yourself to thoughts about them. I have to get these boys out of here. They have so much going for them. They really are some of the best we have to offer. I canât let them down. If I can't get out of here at least they can.Â
Gaz went to the computer and plugged in a decryption device and began to sift through the scientist's digital files while Soap went through some of the scattered papers left in the room.
âThey were in such a rush to get out of here they werenât even effective at scrubbing their drives. Pep, I think I might have something.â You walked to the computer Gaz was stationed at and noticed a folder titled âProject Vitalityâ.Â
âGood job, Gaz get it and we go. Soap anything?â
âA couple of poorly redacted files with the same name.â Soap chipped from your left. You made your way to him and patted his shoulder in praise.
âAlright we gotta move.â You heard the footsteps boom as the incoming enemies approached. You felt yourself slowly start to stall and noticed you had a difficult time focusing your eyes. It was like you were wearing a pair of glasses that werenât meant for you and you couldnât take them off. You willed your eyes to focus but it was becoming a hassle. Fuck me. You turned your head to Soap on your left and said, âSoap I need you to take point on the way out. I'll watch our backs as we exit.â
âAre you-â he started then pressed out a short, âWill do.â The look on his face was filled with so much concern, that for his sake, you almost wanted him to ask you if you were okay. He turned and rushed out of the room followed by Gaz and you at the back. The three of you navigated the winding corridors of the combatant base and made your way back, passing the rooms you had previously cleared.Â
âPepper. How we doing?â Price questioned over comms.
âGot the documents and drives, sir.â
âI know you did. Thatâs not what Iâm asking about.â
âWhat kind of answer do you want, Cap?
âYou know what I want to hear.â You knew Price wanted the truth but you couldn't let him know the fact that you might be starting to lose motor function and that the mass of your body felt like it had doubled. There was a large part of you that wanted to make him proud and craved his approval so the thought of disappointing him always stirred something deep inside you. But then there was Gaz and Soap. They were your sergeants and they often looked to you for guidance. The image they had of you rarely faltered from confidence and strength. They were right by your side and were clearly worried for you. If you told the truth to them they probably want to stop and question your status or maybe even try to do some kind of makeshift field evaluation on you and youâd definitely lose out on valuable time.Â
A shaky, âIâm doing just fine, sir.â fell from your lips then silence. A sigh from Price that was then followed by a gruff, âBring it in safe. Iâll see you in a bit.â
âOf course sir.â You acknowledged. He knew you were lying. The slight tremor in your voice told him exactly what he needed to know.Â
Soap led the three of you out of the compound but not without running into a couple of the remaining terrorists that missed your group upon arrival. You, although struggling to see and move, caught the slight movement as you three made your way to the entrance of the compound. A brown jacket sleeve that moved just a bit too slow was all you needed to gather that the combatants had reached your location. Years of intense practice and strenuous training had you firing your weapon with a practiced precision that was barely impacted by your declining physical state.Â
As soon as you exited the compound you were met with a glaring brightness from the snow of the siberian tundra. The almost blinding whiteness was a massive contrast to the dimly lit compound so the massive shift in intensity had your head spinning. Gaz noticed you stumbling but only met you with a face of concern and a hand on your shoulder as he watched you struggle to get your bearings.Â
Trekking through the Siberian tundra in your worsening condition was one of the hardest things you'd had to do in your career. The whirling of the wind was so intense that it felt like someone was screaming directly next to your ear and the pressure of it was enough to make your head pound. The snow was coming down so hard that each snowflake that hit your face felt like a tiny pin prick over and over again. Your feet were so deep in the snow that it felt like you were gaining an extra 20 pounds of weight with the effects of the drug starting to control your movements. You tried to pull yourself together. It was undeniable at this point that you would not be winning the battle against whatever medication they injected you with.
â2 minutes till evacâ Ghost chimed in your earpiece. Your hearing was so sensitive that you could almost feel the loud mechanical static and the whirl of the helicopter in the background of his response.
âOh my days. Ghost is the one flying us out? I donât want to end up out the bloody chopper againâ Gaz groaned. Oh. I wasnât the only one to hear the helicopter then.Â
âIt was either me or you freeze out there, Sergeant.â
âLT, if you fly that thing the way you drive, Gaz might be better staying down here. Less chance of him getting thrown from the bloody thing.â Soap chirped.Â
The world slowly started to look like a mass of colors and shapes with no definite beginning or end. The only thing you could do at this point was push and pray that you were gonna have enough strength to make it to the evac point. Everything was so intense that overwhelming wasn't even the right word to describe the feeling. You struggled to pick up your head as you began to hear another distinct whooshing sound that could only belong to that of a Puma HC2.
âIâm here arenât I?â Soap and Gaz stopped moving as Ghost put the helicopter on the ground.Â
âIâm glad you are sir. Good to see you, Ghost.â Soapsaid as he flung the door open and made his way on the aircraft.
âAlways good to see that ugly mug of yours, Johnny.â Ghost turned his head to get a good look at everyone. â Pepper, you don't look too hot.â Ghost concluded as you dragged yourself into the seat next to what you could have only imagined was Gaz. The words that came out of your mouth were something along the lines of âNotâ and âGoodâ but no one really understood you with how slurred your response was. They did however understand that something was really wrong when your body slumped backward and went limp next to Gaz. You could vaguely hear the commotion of Gaz, Soap, and Simon, around you as they shouted your name and desperately tried to keep you from slipping out of consciousness. The last thing you heard was Price pressing to be informed on your state and him telling Ghost to get all of you to the safe house.Â
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âA neurotoxin that sends the body into overdrive. Increases nervous sensitivity and impulsivity, and impairs functionality of the prefrontal cortex and hippocampus.â Price read from the lab report with a stubby cigar in hand.
âWhy the hell would they want to make something like that?â Gaz questions.
âApparently in small doses it can be used as an aphrodisiac that it increases blood flow throughout the body, promotes sexual stamina, and increases pleasure outcomes? They mustâve been trying to develop something to sell on the streets.â Price continues.
âRight so they dosed her with super viagra?â Soap questioned.Â
âThat's what it sounds like?â Gaz said.Â
âI thought that stuff didn't work on women?â Simon interjected.Â
âIt looks like theyâve altered it so it impacts both sexes but they havenât been able to work out the less desirable symptoms. Tachycardia, fever, headache, dizziness, loss of consciousness, heart failure, and death.â Price paced as he read the outcomes.Â
âOh shit.â
âHeart failure? Death? How do we make sure that that doesnât happen?â Gaz frantically questioned.
âThe only way the toxin can be expelled from the body is through coitusâŠâ Price trailed off as he dropped his cigar into a bowl. That canât be right. He read it three times just to be sure and the words on the page didnât change.Â
âSteaminâ Jesus.â Soap deadpanned.
âNo blood way.â Gaz stood with an open mouth.Â
âSomeone has to fuck her.â Simon said.Â
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When you awoke, you noticed you were lying on a firm mattress and were surrounded by the smell of smoke laced with a heavy sweetness that only came from Priceâs cigars. You felt undeniably cold and couldnât help but to shiver. You rubbed your fingers across your palms and felt them drenched in sweat. As you slowly began to turn to your side, you were overwhelmed with the feeling of the rough sheet that laid under you.Â
âWhat the fuck?â You noticed that you had been stripped out of your vest and snow gear and were left in your black polyester thermals. You could feel every inch of fabric that you wore and immediately moved to take off the thermals. You were left in your sports bra and underwear. Why am I taking off my clothes? Iâm freezing? You ran your hands up and down your body trying to get a semblance of warmth but then decided that putting thermals back on would be too much for your unusually sensitive skin. As you dragged your hand down the sides of your thighs you couldn't help but notice how good it felt to touch yourself. You moved your hands to your inner thighs and couldnât contain the moan that slipped from your mouth. You brushed your hand over the gusset of your panties and whined at the feel of your hand gliding over your already sensitive clit.Â
âPepper?â rushed out of Gazâs mouth as he entered the room. He looked over to the pile of thermals on the end of the bed. âHow are you feeling?â he probed. When did Gaz get so attractive? He wore a red henley that hugged his arms perfectly and his soft curls made an appearance without the presence of his well worn UK hat. He made his way over to you and touched your forehead. âYouâre burning up. Damn. The feverâs started.â The feeling of his hand on you was almost indescribable. He was warm and firm and exactly what you felt you needed at that moment.Â
You felt yourself acting on purely impulse as you grabbed his hand and dragged it down to your mouth. You started to kiss his palm and moved your attention to his thumb. You placed it firmly between your lips and began to suck. âOh fuck.â Gaz exhaled as he watched you with wide eyes. You continued your ministrations and moved from his thumb to his index and middle fingers. You began to lick around his digits before you engulfed them in your mouth with a guttural moan. You could taste the salt and gunpowder from the mission and it only made you crave him more. You lifted your gaze to him and willed your eyes to meet his. The groan that fell from his lips was divine. You removed his fingers from your mouth and helped his hand descend to where you really needed him. âFuck. No. I can't do that princess. Not when you're like this.â
âBut I really really want you to. Come on, Kyle. Itâll help me feel so much better.â You purred. Gaz let out a shaky breath, pulled his hand from you, and walked out the room but not without you noticing him readjusting himself in his pants. Fine, I'll do it myself. You sighed and pulled your panties down your legs till they rested at your ankles. You slid your fingers between your legs and gasped at how wet you were. You slowly started to trail your finger through your folds, collecting some of the wetness that had dripped from you and began to rub your clit. As soon as your finger pressed against your reactive little nub you were in heaven. You started in small circular motions and rubbed until you felt you needed more. You moved your other hand to your breast and tugged at your nipple. You kneaded and grabbed your breast like it was the key to your survival. Youâve never felt like this before. It's like you can feel everything, everywhere, all at the same time. You felt the rough fabric of the sheets, the scratchy wool of the pillow behind your head and you felt the soft cotton that was resting around your ankles. You were still shivering from the fever but you felt like you could feel the stimulation of your clit in your toes. You needed more.Â
You moved your hand from your plush breast to rest right at your soaked opening. You circled your middle finger a few times just to get it wet, and sank right into your leaking entrance. âOh fuuuuuckâ. You could feel the pressure of the finger at your walls as you started to curve your finger inside of yourself searching for your g-spot. You continued rubbing your clit and curling your finger inside of you hoping to seek your elease. It felt so good but it just wasn't enough. You slipped in another finger and moaned at the intrusion. You started to pant and whine with how good you were feeling, but you felt yourself needing more. You continued the calculated movements and felt your orgasm approaching. You just needed a little more. One more push to get you there. One curl of your finger turned to two, then to three, then the pleasure turned into frustration. âFuuuuuuck.â You groaned as you pulled your fingers from your body and layed on the mattress in a heap of sweat and frustration. You felt yourself slowly drift back into the unconscious void even as you worked to steady your breaths. Â
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âShe sucked my fingers. Wanted me to fuck her. With my fingers. Uh she begged me to. And she was down to her knickersâ Gaz confessed as he dropped his eyes to his combat boots, too unsure to look at his team.Â
âDid you lad?â Price probed.Â
âNo, I couldn't do it. I really thought about it and I- I don't know. She definitely has a fever though.â
âHm.â Was all that left Price's mouth.Â
âWe're gonna have to check up on her. Make sure her heart isn't working too hard and see how to keep her satiated. For her sake.â Simon stated matter of factly.Â
âDoes it say it has to be expelled through âsexual intercourseâ or can she just, ya know, uh.. âGet thereâ, and work it out her system.â Soap questioned, looking toward Price and seeking the answers he normally has.Â
âJohnny. It says coitus.â Simon replied.Â
âNo oneâs gonna fuck her like this. Itâs not right.â Gaz stated.
âWhat if we have to?â Soap doubted.
âMaybe we should see if an orgasm is the solution. If that doesn't work then last resort, someone will do what needs to be done.â Price said with a sense of finality.Â
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You felt the press of two fingers at your carotid artery and shivered at the warmth they offered. You fluttered your eyes open and nearly jumped out of your skin when they met dark brown ones behind a human skull mask. Youâd seen Simon before and regularly worked with him but you'd never woken to him standing over you like the grim reaper. Â
âJesus, Simon.âÂ
ââJust checking your heart rate.â He confirmed. Simon almost always has his gloves on. To feel his fingers at your neck had you craving more of his touch. You grabbed his hand that was at your neck and splayed it across your jugular. You looked up at him with full, pleading eyes and felt him squeeze a bit. A light moan left your lips as you begged him to squeeze harder. The groan that left his mouth would surely implant itself in the depths of your mind for years to come. The sound coming from him went straight to your core and you felt yourself clenching your thighs.Â
âSimon, please.â
âFuckinâ hell. Donât look at me like that. Not while you've got your knickers round your ankles.â
âPlease. Si. I need you. Iâm so fucking horny. I can feel everything Simon. Please just help me feel good. I promise Iâll be good. You can use me however you want. However you need to. Please.â
âDon't say that y/n.â He turned his gaze away from your face.Â
âI mean it. Please help me.â
âJust my fingers darling.âÂ
âYes. Yes, thank you so much.â You nodded your head eagerly and bit down on your lip. If your fingers weren't working to get you there, maybe his would. You parted your legs for him and he hung his head and rolled his shoulders while he let out a deep âFuckâ. His grip on your neck tightened and you felt your head go light. âOh fuck yes.â His other hand made its way between your plush legs and ran between your folds. Simonâs eyes were locked onto your pussy and he was in awe of how wet you were. He knew what the toxins effects on you were but to see them in person had him stiff as a board in his pants. Fuck this was so wrong of him. He knew he wanted to help you but part of him was living out his sick and twisted fantasies. To have you, a stunning woman, dripping wet and begging for him to fuck you, heâd be insane to not feel at least a bit aroused. He dragged a finger around your clit and almost purred at the whine that left your lips. He continued to make slow and tedious circles around your clit.Â
âSimon, please I need more. Can you - mmm fuck- can you fuck me?â How could he deny you when youâve asked him so nicely.Â
âOnly with my fingers, darling.â He slipped in two fingers and groaned at how tight you were. Your back arched so deeply and he wondered to himself what it would be like to be behind you when you arched like that. Simon began to work his fingers inside of you. He started with slow but deep pumping motions and moved onto scissoring his fingers inside of you searching for that special spot that he knows will make you tick. Your breath hitched in your throat and you let out a long high pitched squeal.Â
âIs that it, darling? Right there? Hm?â He beamed with a sense of condescension that made your pussy tighten on his fingers.Â
âOh fuck Simon. Please, please let me cum.â His fingers were hitting all of the right parts of you and you felt your orgasm nearing.Â
âOf course you can come, darling. Fucking soak my fingers. I know you need it. Come on, darling.â
You slid your hand down to your clit and rubbed it in furious circles. His grip tightened on your neck and you felt fuzzy everywhere. âCum all over my fingers. Make a mess, why don't you.â And at that final comment from Simon, you felt the band within you snap as you had one of the most intense orgasms of your life. Your toes curled and your back was nearly curved into a C shape. Your pussy clenched and unclenched as Simon continued his assault. You felt your ears ringing from the intensity of the orgasm and felt like you lost hearing for a little moment. As you panted and tried to recover from your climax, Simon removed his drenched fingers from you, lifted his mask to just below his nose, and brought his hand up to his mouth. He locked eyes with you and you watched him in amazement as he cleaned you from his fingers. Your eyes flutter at how intense the sight was. His strong jaw, scarred but pink lips, and traces of stubble left you wanting more. He moved the hand that was on your neck back to your pulse point to check your heart rate.
âItâs slowed a bit. Get some rest," and with that he left the room and you felt yourself slip from consciousness.
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Whoâs Your Daddy?
Pairing: Stepdad!Joel x Reader
Summary: You get stuck in the washing machine. Thankfully, your stepdad is around to help you out.
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected piv. Deadbeat-Perv-Peepaw LOVES corny porn tropes and women over half his age. Stepcest & dubcon technically bc Readerâs locked inside an appliance, but sheâs into it (getting fucked, not stuck). One (1) kick in the dick. Spanking. Brat-taming. Choking. Daddy issues. Size kink. Praise kink. Infidelity. Creampie.
Note: Saw this post by @ovaryacted and started BARKING. For my Old Man lovers/daddy issues crew, this oneâs for you.
Word count: 8.3k
It was the closest thing to porn youâd ever done before.
Still, you werenât quite ready to call it that.
And why should you? Financial straits were no anomaly to a girl your age, especially in this economy, and almost everyone you knew had a side gig of some kind. It just so happened that your job required slightly skimpier attire. And a webcam. And some very specialâŠaccessories that would likely send your grandmother into cardiac arrest if she ever took a peek inside your bottom dresser drawer.
Okay, it was definitely porn.
But you never showed your face, so it didnât really count as the same kind of stuff that your family condemned.
You scampered out of your room the second you heard the front door to the house slam closed all the same. Arms laden with G-strings, stockings, satin bralettes, lace and tulle bodysuits of almost every style imaginable, you ran a quick, perilous path to the living room window and made sure to keep your head ducked low as you did. You peered out through the gap in the curtains and had to squint hard to see anything in the midafternoon sun.
Then you saw it and felt instant reliefâthey were leaving.
Your grandma for one, your mother for second, and wherever the latter was headed, you knew her shadow would be soon to follow. You saw a thick plume of smoke outside and surmised that Joel was somewhere around the other side of the SUV, smoking and droning on about how he was perfectly fi-i-i-ne to drive, donât be like that.
By âlike thatâ he meant sensible. And by âperfectly fineâ he meant two Miller Lites shy of completely shitfaced. You could already imagine the wry smile on your motherâs lips as she tried prying the keys from his hands. Your stepdad would probably plant a wet, sloppy kiss on her cheek to win a âyesâ in returnâand when she shyly reminded him that he couldnât afford to get another DUI, heâd get pissed and yank them out of her fist anyway.
Fucking loser.
Fucking triple-the-legal-limit dumbass motherfucker.
It didnât bother you as much today because you knew they were only driving a couple blocks away to get to the farmerâs market, but youâd be lying if you said you didnât hope heâd get caught. Again. Maybe blow a 0.25 this time and land his old, ungrateful, law-breaking ass in Travis County Jail, where his little brother Tommy was likely keeping a cell bench warm for him, per usual.
At any rate, you didnât have time to be fantasizing now. It was your turn to embody some guyâs grossest wet dreams for the next two to three hours. Stripping away layer after layer of your latest, tightest âcostumeâ while catering to whatever requests happened to float in your inbox, you knew youâd be up to your eyeballs in work. Though almost routine by now, you had to hurry up.
If you could just get the rest of this ridiculous gunk out of your clothing, youâd be all good to go for the job.
TRMAN22: Pour honey on your tits in the next vid???
TRMAN22: Milk too. All over you.
Looking back, you probably shouldnât have obliged that request. Now you were facing the consequencesâforced to throw all your clothes in the washing machine because the milk and honey youâd dumped on yourself for that video had gotten everywhere, and then swiftly congealed while wasting away in a pile of laundry for over a week.
The whole heap smelled rancid. Still felt sticky, too. Presently, you chucked each one inside the washing machine while holding your breath, and as soon as the last was discarded, you sniffed the shirt you had on.
Tolerable. With the rest of your stuff in the wash, you hoped to get at least one request off the checklist:
TRMAN22: Bet youâd look sexy in a schoolgirl outfit!!
TRMAN22: Why donât you try one on for me?
It was gag-worthy and gross. Slightly alarming for a man who was more than likely twice your age and old enough to remember Watergate, but you agreed to play along. Your old school uniform was, after all, the only clean clothes you had left, and âTRMAN22â was, unfortunately, your top subscriber. Heâd paid $300 for this video alone.
TRMAN22: Wear some NEON pink panties for me too ;)
You squatted in front of the washing machine and stuck a hand inside. You sifted around, furrowing your brows.
The brightest undies you owned were in there, soiled, but you figured you could get away with one gross article of clothing, all things considered. You reached a little further and continued to dig. When you couldnât find it by feel alone, you peered inside the circular, metallic cavern of the washing machine and craned your neck.
Not hereâŠnot hereâŠnotâ
You tilted forward, venturing a closer look with your head, then shoulders, pushing into the machine.
âhere, not here, notâ
âEW!â you shrieked.
In your search, youâd inadvertently brushed up against a mildewed piece of clothing that had gotten wedged between the grooves of the washing machineâs interior.
A pair of boxers, it seemed.
You recoiled as soon as your fingers grazed the wet and smelly thing. Your skull went crack against the low-sloped ceiling of the appliance, and a jolt of pain was quick to course through you at the contact. You groaned.
Of course Joel had forgotten some old, cum-stained scrap of fabric out of his last load. Always leaving his shit around for you or your mom to pick up like he owned the place. And here you went, again, angrily plugging your nose and pulling as hard as you could on the shorts to get them free from the washing machine. You hardly thought twice, just made a face and then yanked on it.
The boxers wouldnât budge.
You tugged even harder. The fabric stayed put.
Something akin to a grunt and a whimper, only far more pathetic, slipped out of your mouth, and you slapped the half-hollow steel wall in frustration. Surrounded as you wereâfully encased in metalâthe sound just echoed.
âFuckingâŠCUNT.â
You werenât sure if you were talking to the shorts, the machine, or Joel Miller in the abstract. Or maybe all three. You just hated the thought of washing your lingerie with your stepdadâs skivvies, and no amount of rational thought or practical reasoning could hold you back now.
The tip of your index finger sank deep beneath the same ridge of the wall where the boxers had gotten stuck. You curled it inward, trying to loosen the material up a little. You wriggled your knuckle even further. And just when you managed to get a hold of the cusp of the tangled fabricâjust when it seemed the green plaid cluster was about to give wayâyou heard a low pop. You felt it, too.
Shortly, your finger was pinched inside the deep, blunt valley of steel that had similarly snagged Joelâs boxers. It seemed youâd pushed the tip of your finger so far that you were caught straight down to the second knuckleâtrapped between two grooves of unforgiving alloy inside the washing machine tub with no clear means of escape.
You jerked your arm back, panicked. When the metal sank its teeth even deeper, you didnât stop. Completely heedless of the pain, you operated on impulse and by the feeling of needing to get the fuck out of that little space, quickly, and instead yanked your hand back even harder.
To your horror, your finger was stuck.
âFUCK!â
You stared down at the poor digit, only half-visible inside the wall at this point, then glanced down at the heap of sweaty, sticky, slutty pieces of clothing that were presently strewn about you, and felt an even deeper stab of dread. Stuck inside your familyâs washing machine with every bit of damning evidence one could hope to haveâand wearing your old school uniform to bootâyou realized at once you were fucked if you didnât get out.
You slammed your palm against the nearest wall once more, shaking your other wrist like an unruly child.
âFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!â
You werenât good at solving problems. In point of fact, you sucked at all things prudent resolution-related and regularly made it a habit to capitulate whenever you sensed loss inevitable. You were a little like your mother in that way, quick to give in to lifeâs uglier challenges. The only way you could conceivably claim to be stronger, the only place you always had the strength to say ânoâ wasâ
âAw, shit.â
âJoel.
Your throat tightened as soon as you heard the voice. Your eyes went wide, and the rest of you went numb.
Bent at the waist and kneeling with half your body inside the washing machine, you remained there, motionless. Back arched and ass out. Thanks to the way youâd rolled your old plaid skirt, the fabric covered almost zero cheek.
Someone behind you cleared their throat. Then coughed.
And coughed again, again, and again. Evidently trying to clear the smoke out of his lungs and the surprise from his eyes as he drank in your sight from the doorway.
âWhat in theâwhâthââ You could hear Joel wheeze, beating his chest with his fist, âWhatâ inâ the hell?!â
âHelp me,â you hissed.
You werenât sure why you chose that as your go-to. It just sounded like the right thing to say, and frankly, you werenât sure how else to distract from the fact Joel was probably gawking at your ass as he coughed up a lung.
âThe fuck do you mean âhelpâ?! What are you doing?â
The coughing subsided, if only momentarily. You tried pulling back on your finger again to get out, but couldnât.
âI-IâmâŠI was justâŠâ you stammered, heart racing.
You heard the tread of heavy footfalls. You felt them.
âJustâtryingâŠâ you ventured again, suddenly at a loss for words and breath alike as you felt a presence draw in.
You could smell him.
That realization alone made you want to stop taking in air altogether. It happened out of instinct, reallyâfeeling the shift of two huge boots settle behind your feet and then flinching inward, further inside the metal tub forâŠsafety? A pang of abject humiliation? You were far past the point of civility with the man, caring what he thought, or fearing for your modesty in a position like this, but something about the proximity now just made you itch.
You wished your finger wasnât jammed inside this appliance so you could give that feeling relief, somehow.
At length, Joelâs voice dragged you back:
âWhatâs stuck?â
Too calm. A second passed. Then he added, more stern,
âThis some fuckinâ jokeâa yours or somethinâ?â
âNo!â
âThen whatââ
âMy finger. My fingerâs stuck.â
You tried to crane your neck to see behind you, but all your eyes had to feast upon was denim. Bluish-grey stonewashed denim, faded with years of use. Joel stood back for a second, as if considering what to do, and then you saw two hands descend to brace themselves against his knees. He bent at the waist to get a better look below.
When his eyes locked with yours, you got the same twist in your gut as youâd felt before, only sharper. Shameful.
The look on Joelâs face was abnormally bright.
âAnd how on earth did that happen, dumbass?â
Your shame morphed into chagrin in a blink, seeing the ghost of a smile bleed into your stepdadâs features.
ââCause of you, leaving your shit in here!â you snapped. Your chin jerked toward the green fabric, âI was just trying to get your boxers unstuckâand my fingerâŠâ
Your finger was kind of fucked.
Joel cast a look inside at the source of your frustration. He extended his left arm and reached over your torso, and as he did, you felt the slightest, albeit solid, sort of warmth press in. The man let out a low groan of exertionâlikely at the strain the movements placed on his joints.
The warmth got worse. You werenât sure where it started.
Vaguely, you were aware of Joelâs thumb pressing into your hand. Gliding down your finger, stroking across the spot where your knuckle had gotten caught, he circled over it, slowly, and made another sound in his throat.
âWell that ainâtâŠgood.â Not one to mince words.
By now, your whole body was on fire. You barely had the strength to keep kneeling, much less speak to the man thumbing your hand and pressing his heat so closeâ
âJust get me out!â you shrieked.
You heard your motherâs voice in that. A shrill, impatient lilt in her speech that came out, invariably, around Joel. Normally, he would have done something to deserve it. But today, with his hand splayed over yours and his breaths as calm and even-keeled as he could hope to have them while he tried to help, he was blameless.
Evidently, he heard a trace of your mother too, because you heard him laugh. You felt the reverberations of his amusement travel up from his belly all the way to his lips.
âCool your pits, kid.â
For that, you wouldâve loved nothing more than to reach back with your free hand and hit him in the balls. But, as it was, this man was your only hope for escape, and he was being tolerably polite, anyway. He pinched your finger between the tips of two of his and gave it a tug.
âOkay, lemme justââ Joel started.
âWhy are you home, anyway?â
The question came out more clipped than you meant it.
âWhy are you dressed like that?â Joel countered evenly.
âI asked you first.â
âI asked you second.â
You reckoned he could probably feel you roll your eyes, even if he wasnât able to see you do it right now. He waited another moment, then leaned back on his haunches and withdrew his arm from the tub.
âMama donât like me drinkinâ and drivinâ, you know that.â
With that, the warmth was gone. Joel retreated.
âLike thatâs ever stopped you before.â
You heard him exhale a little harder through his nose. When heâd steadied himself against the washing machine, gave his knees another second to prepare for getting up again, you could feel his eyes back on you. Maybe he lingered longer than his legs really needed.
Maybe if he hadnât stayed crouched like that, he wouldnât have gotten the chance to give your surroundings a second look. He wouldnât have stopped to watch the rate of your breaths pick up or the way your skin startle to bristle with some strange, unknown sensation. He certainly wouldnât have felt for himself the fever leaking out from the base of your spine right then.
Today just wasnât the day for keeping secrets, it seemed.
âAnd whatâs this?â You could feel Joel lean back in.
He was looking again. Peering inside. Steadying his weight with the edge of the washing machine gripped in one hand, while the other snaked its way back inside.
Youâd already squeezed your eyes shut by the time Joel got a hold of something. You didnât know what it was.
But it became painfully clear that it wasnât just one âthingâ that had grabbed his attention at all, but rather a series of items that his hands were just now getting to explore. You didnât have to see his broad and tan, callus-streaked fingers to feel them roaming over your clothes.
Gross.
Gross.
âGross,â Joel agreed, as if heâd read your mind. Grinning.
If you thought the embarrassment was bad before, you really only knew a fraction of what humiliation could be. Your finger throbbed along with the pulse in your skull.
Your motherâs husband whistled and lifted something.
âDarlinâ, this is justâŠdisgusting.â
You winced. You tried not to pry an eye open, to steal a covert look through the frame of your lashes in that dim and crowded spot, but the inducement was too greatâJoel was dangling one of your lime green G-strings like it was a fish heâd just caught out on the lake. Boasting it.
Doting, almost.
âWell Iâll beââ
âWill you quit?!â you snapped.
You grabbed the thing out of his hand and threw it aside.
âCan you be serious? For one fucking seconââ
âOh, Iâm beinâ serious, sweetie,â Joel cut in. Cool as ever, âSerious as the business end of a .45, I swear.â
He paused. Then he reached for a white nylon bustier, drenched in a layer of honey that was as hard as a rock.
âDo you always keep your littleâŠskank tanks so filthy?â
That was it. You kicked your heel backâand upâand made a pass to hit your stepdad square in the balls.
Your aim wasnât the best itâs ever been, seeing that half your body was trapped inside a home appliance at the moment, but what your jab lacked in accuracy, it made up for in force: your foot plunged into the seam of Joelâs jeans full throttle. From the way the back of your heel plowed into his crotch, and the sound that clawed out of his throat the same instant, you reckoned you did okay.
What you werenât expecting was a smack in return.
An answer in kindâdelivered by the palm of Joelâs hand.
A taut, thoughtless THWACK on the swell of your ass.
Your mouth fell open. Your body barely had the chance to recoil when, shortly, another blow landed on your cheek.
Joel spanked you.
Spanked you.
âFuckinâ brat,â he spat. His palm had slid up with the weight of his last slap, and now his fingers were clenched in a fist in the back of your skirt. You couldnât see it, but you could feel him gripping fabric. It was firm.
He was firmâunrelenting in his hold.
Kneeling behind you, yanking back a handful of tartan skirt like it was nothing, then sidling up behind you.
And just when your attention was drawn to some other firm thing, it was shortly diverted by another sensation.
âJOEL!â you shrieked as he gave you another spanking.
The bare skin of your cheeks was on fire. Joel hit hard. Just when you feared you might legitimately whimper with the sting of that last blow, and while the imprint of his palm was still fresh, you felt it move again. Lower.
âJoel.â
That came out more like a whine than a cry of protest. And how could you, now, when he was soothing the raw bite of his hand with a touch that was kneading the skin?
Working the soft, supple flesh of your ass in his hand like heâd never dream of being anything else but gentle to it.
âGood?â Joel said.
Your head flinched to nod, but your brain thought better.
It did feel good. So good, in fact, that your eyelids were starting to droop just a bit and your back was subtly arching into the touch, but those were only instincts. Stupid, useless, brain-rotted reflexes born of years of paternal neglect and replete indifference, the likes of which could bring a grown man to his knees, beggingâ
âPlease.â
But the entreaty was your own, and the voice that spoke it was hoarse. Your belly sank into the circular aperture of the washing machine, and you could feel your ribs scraping close to metal. Nevertheless, you didnât mind. That ditzy lizard brain of yours was starved for physical touch, and who were you to deny her at a time like this?
No, not when Joel was squeezing like that.
Groping was the more appropriate word for it, really. Notwithstanding the decades of sexual experience that no doubt preceded the man that was standing before youâbehind youâtoday, Joel was unduly coarse. His broad, weathered hand made as if to cool its former sting, but the motions themselves were jerky. Desperate.
He needed this worse than you, the fucking pervert.
Just when the realization had begun to settle over your mind and your legs were getting to feel a little less like jelly, knowing you werenât the only weak one here, Joelâs palm slowed down. He pressed the heel of it into your flesh as if to force himself to stop, then he took a breath.
âNow use your words.â
âButââ you sputtered.
âI said,â Joel resumed, and you could sense it was through gritted teeth. His movements came to a halt.
âWe use our words when we want somethinâ, hear?â
It was the first youâd heard Joel attempt to enforce anything close to discipline with you in your life.
That had to warrant a little defiance, no doubt.
Under your breath, quiet: âSo âweâ includes âyou,â too?â
Beneath that one, seemingly innocuous question was lurking another, and both of you knew it: Remember that time you put a fist through the kitchen wall? Was that a good example of what it means to âuse words,â Joel? Whether it was adequate provocation or not, you could sense what was coming next before youâd even finished. When the spank landed on your right cheek so loud that it echoed, you didnât flinch. You did snag your lip between your teeth to keep a sound from spilling out.
âA dad makes rules. Ainât his to follow,â Joel growled.
You blinked and bit down harder. Watched the broad, amorphous shape of the manâs reflection shift along the back metallic wall in hues of grey and blue and wished you had the strength to turn around and face him then.
âYou arenât my dad.â
âSaid âaâ dad, didnât I?â
âYouâre not that either.â
Heat was rising to your cheeks again, this time for different reasons. For a cause you were far better acquainted with to dateâannoyance at Joel.
âSo that means Iâmââ
âNothing. Youâre nothing to me,â you finished, tone wry.
Nothing to anyone, you wanted to add. Not with a shiny gold band latched onto your left hand to tell the world that youâre married to my mother, a pack of smokes tucked away in the jeans she washes every week, or a couple years spent under the same roof as me. Nothing.
Your teeth clamped back downâand almost sank clean through your lower lip this timeâwhen next you felt a touch at the plush, covered mound that was normally shielded between your legs. The spot that was hardly ever tilted up in a position like this, exposed to the air and a manâs hungry gaze, now invaded by the press of a single thing: a warm and soft middle finger at your core.
Joel brushed the tip of it against your entrance, through your panties, and sucked a breath through his teeth when both of you felt a tiny squelch at the pressure.
He pressed harder, and the wetness only spread.
You didnât have to be in Joelâs position to know what he was seeing, but the feeling from his finger overpowered any better sense to speakâor tell him to stop. He traced his slow, cruel circles against your warmth and moved it up to where he knew heâd find your bud, and when you whimpered, he simply added his index to the mix. There wasnât a doubt in your mind you were leaking heat at that point. You could feel it seeping beneath his touch.
âNothinâ, huh?â Joel breathed, voice low. Your arousal made a sickening hiss beneath his fingers as he rubbed you even harder, âThis feel like nothinâ to you, honey?â
You couldnât speak. He knew you werenât capable of it.
ââCause this sure donât feel like nothinâ to me.â
Wet and tacky beneath his touch, your warmth supplied the answer that your mouth couldnât form. It came out in more of a tap, tap, tap, punctuated by breaths that were toiling in earnest not to turn into moans too soon. But, as hulking and clumsy as his hands had once shown themselves to be, the old man knew where to put them, at least. He made circles on your clit with practiced ease.
âYou can try lyinâ to me, but she canât.â
He was right. âSheâ was a traitor.
You could deny it all you wanted, but the proof was there.
Indeed, she was crying. Aching. Bleeding with desire. Throbbing beneath the pads of Joelâs fingertips and growing only more desperate as he increased the speed of his touch. When he notched the drenched cotton to the side, you had to grit your teeth to keep in a whimper.
Joel whistled.
âSee? Seems like she likes me just fine right here.â
Your jaw stayed wired shut with the weight of your own humiliation. Instead of answering aloud, you hummed. Made a sound low and soft in your throat like, âUh-hmmâ and tilted your hips, as if you didnât know how else to ask. Joel couldnât see inside the washing machine, but he mustâve felt the gesture, because he greeted it with a motion of his own: he chuckled, and he puckered his lips.
And when you felt the warmth of his spit hit you between your folds, your shame shouldâve tripled. Shouldâve made you flinch away from his touch and tell him that was so fucking gross, Joel, stop, but then he smeared it up your slit. He pressed in and mixed it with the rest of your arousal; any reproach died on your tongue in an instant.
A part of him was on you now. Trickling in, sticking to the most sensitive part of you, and settling into your skin like a glaze. With his other hand, he found your skirt again.
âWhoâre ya wearinâ this for, sweet pea?â Joel murmured.
âNo one.â
Another glob of spit landed between your cheeks. Now, the man used the lubrication to sink two fingers inside youâpushing them in until the rim of your cunt met his knuckles. You whined at the stretch, felt him coax your walls open with a consciousness and a carefulness that felt almost mean, but then he stroked down the base of your spine with the hand that still held onto your skirt. He soothed your startled cry with a curl of his fingers.
And he found the soft, spongy patch of flesh inside that made your eyes roll straight to the back of your skull, quickly. Working his fingers in and out, flattening the base of his free hand over the skin exposed by your flipped-up skirt, and watching your body give way to the force of his fingers, he was uncharacteristically patient. Exacting in the way he worked your body open to him.
âWhat do you care?â you groaned. You winced when you felt a squelch signal that heâd stretched you even wider.
ââCause,â Joel started, slow. Pumping his fingers through your folds and likely wondering when heâd add a third, âYou got your hand stuck in a fuckinâ washing machine, a treasure trove of this slut stuff piled in a heapâŠI meanâŠâ
âTheyâre just clothes!â
âJust clothes?â
In the wake of those terse, incredulous words, you tried your best to match his toneâcall his bluffâbut the only sound that came out of your mouth was punctured by a pitiful whine. He tried another finger but couldnât fit it in. As wet as you were, and as strong as he was, your cunt wasnât quite ready to accept all three of Joelâs thick, probing digits inside. Youâd fit more than a thing or two with a girth even greater than that in the past, but you figured your nerves might have something to do with the way you were tightening around the manâs fingers now.
Why you couldnât take more of him in, as much as you wanted him there, felt, at present, like something of a shortcoming, and a pathetic one at that. You let out a breath, and a second later, Joel slowed his motions.
You didnât expect him to stop. Didnât hold out a hope he might curtail his pace and talk you through a quiet, gentle arrangement for fitting a third finger inside youâthat just wasnât him. You didnât have to share a paper-thin bedroom wall with your mother and her husband for the last however many years to know that Joel Miller was not a tender lover. It simply wasnât in his nature to care.
So when you heard the clink of a belt coming undone a moment later, your senses strangely flooded with relief. He wouldnât care, wouldnât inquire, wouldnât coddle with false, romantic ideals of how a woman should be treated.
In that way, Joel shared something in common with your father after all: he set standards as low as they could go.
âJust clothes?â he repeated, snapping your underwear against your ass and jerking the fabric further aside.
Then somehow send those expectations even lower.
There was a hand splayed out across the small of your back. Another fiddling with the front of his pants, wrestling the button and zip of his jeans in little more than one, two, three careless seconds, before he drew in closer to your rear. Your slit was messy, wet, and exposed to his eyes once again. For a second, you almost took comfort in the fact that your hand was still wedged inside a groove of steel and you couldnât meet his gaze.
That was, until Joel slid his bare length along the seam of your cunt. When the inability to see him made it so you had no other choice but to be surprised when he finally touched you was unnerving, to say the least.
And when the head of his cock blended seamlessly between your folds, was drenched in less than a blink and nearly notched straight into the place you needed him mostâwell, that had an effect on him, too. Joel moved his flat and sweaty palm up your back, found purchase in the hem of your blouse, and gripped it. Tugged it down a little more and let a low groan billow out of his throat while he rocked his hips back and forth.
Desperate, clumsy, pussydrunk Joel was back before youâd even realized heâd left. Only now he was keen to put the disquiet and hesitations to rest; he needed to fuck you before either one of you wisened up just then.
Your parts and his commingled again. First, with the lethally warm trail of precum leaking out from his tip. Then the intrusion that followed, inevitably, glossed with self-indulgence and desperationâsoiling any semblance of platonic affection or parental attentionâas he fed you the first inch of him. Barely half the head got fitted inside and your grip on that was like a vice. Joelâs was bruising.
Suddenly firm on your hips, carving crescents in the skin:
âWhenâs the last time you got fucked, baby?â
You reckoned Joel had a guessâand it wasnât correct.
âLastâŠweek,â you whimpered, words punctuated with a sigh as his cock tried to make room for more of him.
Joel sucked in a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. Heâd barely gotten an inch past his tip, facing more resistance than heâd felt in a long, long time, and you were wet, but so tight. He was big but not so massive as that. He couldnât fathom what you were saying was true.
âThatâŠfratboy fuckstick you went out on a date with?â
âDidnât think you even saw me leave.â
Joel withdrew, gripped your hips even tighter, then drove his cock to nestle three solid inches inside your cunt. It was extra snug, but he made sure to try to loosen you up with a couple short, shallow thrusts and a hand gradually drifting down between your legs. Of course he saw you.
The circles on your clit and slow-growing movements may as well have been kerosene in your veins. With what limited range of motion you had in that grey, compact space, you let out a sigh and dug the fingers of your free hand into the closest scrap of fabric beside you. Joelâs own touch gradually moved from your hip to drag your hand behind your back, clasping his. He fucked in deeper
âSo thatâs who this is for?â Thumbing your skirt.
âY-Yeah,â you lied.
âWanted to send naughty pics in the schoolgirl getup?â
âYes,â you lied again. You closed your eyes when Joel sank his cock even deeper and made you stretch inside.
ââAtta girl,â he praised.
It mightâve been the first heâd validated you in your life.
âGrippinâ this cock extra tight, ainât ya, sweet girl?â
Never in a million years would you have imagined itâd come this lateâor leave Joelâs mouth in a way like that.
âElasticâ wasnât a word youâd ever used to describe your body, either. Frankly, there was no need for it to be; every one of your partners before had been average-sized, and every other object that went inside you, too, had almost always been a comfortable squeeze between your walls. Outside of maybe your first time and a once-off awkward hookup now and again, you were never forced to feel a stretch to this degree. Joel felt huge moving inside you.
He was nearing your cervix and still nowhere close to the base of his cock. Meanwhile, you were stuffed to the brim, saturated with arousal and his spit, and practically keening at every stab of his hips. You couldnât reach back because Joelâs fingers were still enmeshed with yours, gripping them hard behind your back. As wore down, fucked out, and desperate as you already were, you were less than only a second away from asking him to ease up.
And then he stopped.
Joel pulled out, let go, and pressed onto the old washing machine, where you heard his touch echo through metal.
He was leaning against it. You were about to turn around. Before you could, though, you felt his form mold into yoursâthis time not in it, but on it, as he drew closer and once more reached into the space where you were stuck.
âCan you be brave for me, baby?â Joel murmured.
âWhââ you started, soft, only to feel the words plucked straight from your lungs as Joel leaned his body inside. Carefully, and with concerted effort, it seemed, he was trying to squeeze his way into the O-shaped hole of the washing machine, snaking his arm around your torso.
Pinching your finger again. Breathing just gently enough for his exhales to tickle at your shoulders and your neck.
âCan you be brave?â he repeated, and you werenât sure youâd ever heard him so soft-spoken, or felt him so close.
You nodded, not knowing why.
Without another word, your stepdad pinched the digit even tighter and yanked it out from where it was stuck.
It all happened so fast. Joel freeing your finger, squeezing it tight, helping you out of that hot and crowded space while your legs gave way like mush beneath your weightâand your hand throbbing in pain. Youâd never thought a single finger could cause a feeling as strong as that, but it stung like hell. You almost raked your nails through the manâs arm when he tried to hold you back, holding you up just as well as you stood.
âJoel!â you screeched, like the whole thing was his fault.
You flexed your hand and wanted to sob. You could feel the streaks of pain start to claw up your wrist, were just about to shove Joel aside and wallow in agony, when at length, he did something strange and unexpected again.
This time, he lifted your index to his mouth and kissed it.
It wasnât a sensual kiss. Coming from Joel, it hardly even seemed affectionate. His lips were so warm and firm and decidedly unacquainted with anything approaching a threat of tenderness that his act read almost aggressive. He let your finger rest loosely against his mouth, and he kissed it again, while his eyes burned holes into yours.
âYouâre okayâ came out muffled against your hand.
âYouâre okayâheyâbaby, youâre good. Donât cry.â
You hadnât even noticed the tears had started to form. You blinked and felt one trickle down your cheek. With the hand that wasnât holding your wrist, Joel brushed his thumb against that lone trail of moisture. He didnât cup your face, hold you close, or stroke your cheek in the seconds that followed, though he did keep kissing you.
Or, rather, itâyour finger.
Joel didnât have to care for you at all. He just feared he mightâve pulled on your hand too hard in getting you out.
âYouâre okayâ was being mumbled away like a fractured refrain, touch descending gently to your hip, and his eyes grew softer by the second, surely he had to be thinking it.
Sinking inside you, again. He was standing; your hips were tilted to his, and your ass was pressing flat against the front of the washing machine. All it took was an inch or two off the ground and your limbs hanging limply around his hips for Joel to fuck back into you. He sucked on your finger so hard you feared the skin might actually bruiseâa hand hickey, of all fucking thingsâand when his grip tightened on your side, you knew he felt it too.
His teeth succeeded his lips in an instant, and he was biting, gnawing pathetically as a groan shuddered through his chest. If you didnât know better, you mightâve said the sound was veering perilously close to a whimper.
Fully sheathed inside you, Joel Miller didnât seem to care. His lids fell like lead across the upper half of his brown, glossy eyes, and the expression behind them was blank.
Safe.
ââSâalright, baby,â he grunted. Maybe heâd just seen you wince, as he cradled your hand and withdrew another inch, âKeep squeezinâ me, it feels real good. Right here.â
Out of instinct, your gaze drifted down to the spot where his body joined with yours. The sight was hardly a shock, but the feelings it evoked were notâhe had you split along two-thirds of his dick, a pretty shelf of belly protruding beneath and gleaming with the arousal heâd drawn out from your body. Tufts of silver and grey littered his skin in every direction, aged muscles tensed with the weight of each thrust, and the warm weathered hand that hadnât dared touch you once before today was now cupping your chin. Tilting your head closer to him.
âRight here, baby. Look at daddy.â
Wild, unbridled heat flooded your brain in a second. The thing seared the insides of your skull with all the force of a fire and stole the air from your lungs just the sameâstill, you couldnât refrain from making a face in disgust.
âWhat the fuck, Joel?â You shouldnât have liked it.
His hand ascended your throat in a blink.
âAinât that what you want, sweet pea?â
âIââ
Just as you started to answer, though, his cock took a dizzying plunge, hitting exactly the right spot inside you. Like clockwork, your mouth fell open, a whine tumbled out, and Joel took that as his chance to grip your neck even tighter and push your hips against the washing machine, where his height afforded him an easy hold.
âWhat you wantââ
He squeezed harder.
ââwhat you needââ
You gasped, starved for air. It wasnât every day a man took your breath away. Not like Joel could, anyway.
ââis me, ainât it?â
The gaze fixed on your face was alight with desire.
âBet you miss him somethinâ awful, huh? Been needinâ a man to fill that spot ever since he left, havenât ya, baby?â
âHeâ required no further clarification. The words stung. You communicated as much by wriggling your hips back and pressing your hand against Joelâs chest, just quit it.
Keep fucking me, but shut the fuck up about my father.
âI donât miss shit,â you sniffed. Felt the head of Joelâs cock carve a shape somewhere deep inside your body and couldnât pretend it wasnât filling a metaphorical void someplace else. You hadnât got this much attention from a man as many years your senior sinceâŠwell, ever, really.
You preened beneath his touch. Wanting to feel. Wanting to please. Wanting, more than anything, to be needed.
Joel sated each craving with a simple hand smoothed over your face. His palm moved from your throat to your chin to the hinge of your jaw before coming to rest at the nape of your neck. This time squeezing lightly, bringing your face in close while he fucked you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and your stomach tightened inside you.
âThatâs alright,â he said, words hardly above a whisper, âNo need to miss that man at all, âcause Iâm right here.â
For once the assurance came as somewhat of a comfort. You suspected it had something to do with the fact he was balls deep inside you and pushing you closer and closer to the brink of release with each painstaking stab of his cock. You fisted his flannel, holding him there. Spreading your legs, accepting his thrusts, taking each movement with ragged, shallow breaths and moans that blended with his own, you felt your body grow warmer.
Almost febrile beneath him as he tilted your head again.
âWhoâs your daddy now?â
You winced, shaking your head. You hated that word.
âWhoâs your daddy?â
Joel lowered his hand and began to thumb at your clit. Hot pleasure coursed through you, made you whine at the contact and dig your heels even deeper in his back.
âWhoâs your daddy, baby? It ainât that hard to say.â
But it was. Joel stroking your clit, stuffing you full, ghosting his lips against yours without ever furnishing a kiss, just goading you on with: âI know you wanna say it.â Tough grey stubble teased your mouth with each word.
âI know she needs to cum, sweet girl. Know that poor little pussyâs taken a beatingâand sheâs done so good for meâbut she needs to let it out now. All over me.â
His gaze held yours. You couldnât turn away.
An unmistakable tenderness pervaded that look, and it didnât seem keen to depart. No matter how tightly you pursed your lips, made fists in his shirt, or choked his cock between your walls in fluttering, desperate pleas, the man remained calm. Attentive. The eyes didnât stray.
âItâs okay to say it.â
âC-Canâtââ
âSure can. Be the easiest thing you ever doâD-A-D-Dââ
âPlease. Please.â
You hardly even knew what you were asking for at this point, only beholden to that big, swollen something in your tummy starting to give way beneath the push of Joelâs cock. Tightening up, leaking out, practically drooling down the length of this man who seemed relentless in his current pursuit. Two more circles on your clit and you were keening, whimpering pathetic as ever:
âPleasepleasepleaseplease.â
âSay it now. Whoâs it for?â
Above you, Joelâs teeth gleamed in a smileâor a snarl, you couldnât tell. All you knew was the pleasure, the concomitant pain of having to contain this desperation while his thrusts sped up. You were bouncing on him, getting fucked against the washing machine in the raw and terrible central Texas heat wearing a sheen of sweat and a set of clothes that no longer fit your body, but that was just fine. You were okay. Joel was here, and he was holding your head, lips hovering less than an inch away.
âWhoâs. Your. Daddy?â His words were slow. Coarse. Spilling into your mouth with every short puff of breath.
You couldnât take it. You felt a band of pressure come to a head in your belly and the brush of Joelâs cock making its rounds in and out of your swollen cunt, pushing hard, and you knew that youâd had enough. He knew it, too.
âY-You.â
âWho?â
âJoel.â
âWho?â
Your wet, pearly slick rang a deafening pitch. Enough.
âYou, daddy! Daddyâplease, fuckâI-I-Iâm gonna cum.â
âGonna cum for me? Make a mess of your old man?â
âMake a m-messâ yes, daddy, yesââ you slurred.
Joel drove his cock, fully coated in you, down to the hilt. He captured your lips in a kiss and didnât even mind your mouth was whining, hissing, whimpering its filthy pleas for him to fuck a nice, big orgasm out from your body.
ââwant yours inside,â you added, without realizing it.
âSweet girlâŠâ Joel groaned.
You didnât know what you were asking him for. How badly he wanted it, too. His cock dragged in and out of your precious cunt and was barely more safe from the threat of its grip when you spasmed, at the last. Joel shouldâve expected no less, after all the time heâd spent teasing and edging, then begging you gently, in grunts, âCum for daddy, baby. Let me have it, thatâs it, good girl.â Still, somehow, he wasnât prepared in the slightest.
When you squeezed your eyes shut and kissed him backâthat was all it took. When you clenched on his cock, gave the front of his shirt a tug, locked your ankles about his hips so you could more properly increase that friction by fucking him back, grinding in place, he feared he might fairly make an irreparable, unforgivable mistake.
And when the whites of your eyes appeared againâeyelids fluttering open while your lips were glossed with his spit and a lazy smileâand said what you said next, he sensed that his fate was sealed. The old man was fucked.
âCum inside me, daddy. Please.â
Joel couldnât have stopped himself if he tried. He shuddered, then flooded your insides with rope after rope after rope of his spend, burying his face in your neck and taking your hips in his hands like a looser grip might lose you to him forever. He fucked his cum deep, deeper, darlinâ donât move, canât lose a drop, baby, please, he let out a whimper that made your walls pulse again. You felt him fill you to the brim and keep rutting his hips. Your body and his were shaking by the last of it.
And when he was finished, Joel dropped a kiss along your limp, glistening lips. He slid you back on the metal. By the expression on his face, it was plain to see he was loath to withdraw, but he had to. That tender little hiss and the sounds of your shared fluids trickling out were all the impetus he needed to act quick. As soon as heâd pulled out, Joel was back leaning against the washing machineâtilting your hips back a little, then lowering his sweaty, handsome head to the spot between your legs.
The wrinkles to the sides of his eyes grew more pronounced when he smiled. A happy grin, plastered across his lips, would have struck you as almost smug, were it not for the look of sheer adulation that followed it.
Joel was enthralled, watching his cum leak out of you. He kissed your thighs, flickered his gaze to your own, briefly, then damn near sank his nose inside the place he was watching before your fingers stopped him cold.
It was your body, after all. He had already had his fill.
Hardly knowing what came over you in that moment, you sank two fingers inside your wet, drooling hole and watched the eyes of the man beneath you go wide. He soaked in that sight completely: you pushing his cum back in, drawing it out, using the viscous white liquid as a lubricant of sorts before releasing a pleased little sigh.
Joel closed his mouth reluctantly. It took him more than a second to tear his eyes from that place, but when he did, the motions were quick to grow assured, by turns.
As if remembering something.
In a second, the innocent smile youâd seen before was being infiltrated, slowly, by a look you couldnât place. Joelâs grin morphed from gentle to contented to plainly enthused and beaming ear-to-ear with a conceited glint. With his finger, he tugged your panties back into place.
âBabyââ he started, only to be cut off lightning-quick.
âWhat? What is it?â
His smile stretched even wider. By that act alone, you were half-tempted to forget the events of the last hour and set your jaw in a scowl. You looked down, unamused.
âWhat?â
âItâs justâŠâ The man trailed off, and as he did, his gaze descended with itâstraight down to your bare pantyline.
You cast a look there tooââWhat the fuck is it, Joel?!â
At that, two brown eyes flitted back up to you.
âI thought I asked for neon pink underwear, baby.â
Your breaths slowed. His gaze didnât waver. Your heart came to a standstill in your chest, and you were amazed you had even half your present willpower then to speak.
âWait, Joel, whââ
âShame you couldnât get around to filminâ today. Had me hard as a fuckinâ rock with all that milk and honey stuff.â
You nearly choked on your spit. Joel kept grinning.
âYouâreââ
The guy. That fucking subscriber. The one whoâd paid almost $500 in commissions in the last month alone.
You stared at Joel with eyes as wide as saucers, and were about to press on, when you heard the front door to the house shriek back on its hinges. Two sets of footsteps followed it, and their entry inside was loud.
Immediately, Joel rose to his feet. It seemed that grin wasnât meant to stay long on his lips, because the next thing you knew, he was dropping a kiss somewhere soft and sweaty on your face and flipping your skirt back into place, holding his index up to his lips and stepping away. Your mouth twisted into a frown but stayed zipped out of sheer necessity. Seeing this, and likely unable to help himself, your gross, depraved, grinning old man leaned back in and planted his hands on either side of your hips on the washing machine. His nose nudged into your own.
âBetween usââ he began, slowly.
âGet fucked,â you finished for him.
Joel nodded his assent, smirk faint. He cast a look over his shoulder, and, hearing what sounded like your motherâs footsteps drawing closer, lowered his voice.
Rubbing his thumb under your chin, making you tip your head back to meet his for one final lookâthen a kiss:
âYou keep my secret, I keep yours, alright?â
â
Note: Iâve never done a real writing challenge before, but hopefully this fic will work for #hotdilfsummerchallenge !!! @hellishjoel this is such a fun ass idea & i hope you enjoyâŁïž
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Arcane x Ransom! Reader
Summary: How would the Arcane characters react if the reader was held for ransom?
Characters: Jinx/Powder, Violet "Vi", Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Sevika, Silco and Licker (mention).
Warning: Slight cursing and suggestive themes/implied sexual themes.
A/N: I literally got the idea for this request from Helluva Boss, particular episode 6 of season 2. I hope you all enjoy this though, I know I did!
Powder/Jinx
âYou have who?! Where are they?!⊠You want me to pay you for them? Oh Iâll pay you alright!â
Jinx doesnât take the idea of you getting hurt lightly. She already is super overprotective of her little trinket, so when she heard that you were being held for a price, she wasted no time grabbing Pow-Pow, Zapper and a bunch of chompers to aid her in her âheroic rescueâ for her princess/prince. As soon as she is where you are held, you donât have to see her to know sheâs there for you. Donât expect any talking, just laughter and hollers followed by gunfire, screams for mercy and explosions.
Before you know it, the Loose Cannon is standing in front of you, pulling you into the tightest hug ever and dressing your face with kisses. She will ask you countless questions while freaking out, beating herself up over you being in such a position. But when she feels you touch her and assure her youâre okay, sheâs on cloud nine. As soon as she laces the area with bombs to blow it to kingdom come, sheâs back at her hideout, being super affectionate and touchy the entire night. Donât expect anyone to be touching you for months unless they want their head blown off.
Violet âViâ
â⊠What?⊠You⊠You just pissed off the wrong woman.â
First word that you were kidnapped, Vi wasted no time hunting your captors down and beating them to a bloody pulp. The woman is like a bull seeing red knowing you were somewhere cold and scared away from home and her arms. So until you were back to her, anyone was able to get a personal greeting from the pink haired fighter. Vi is pretty merciful, but in situations like this, she isnât afraid to push the envelope by giving life threatening injuries to the bastards that hurt you.
When she found you, she didnât bother asking any questions or giving any money to your kidnappers, unless they counted a mouthful of fists and kicks as payment enough. When sheâs done with her punishment, sheâll immediately scoop you into her arms and take the both of you back home, where she checks you for injuries and asks if you are okay. Please comfort her. She may act all tough and cool, but the situation scared her due to thinking she lost you just like everyone else. As soon as she knows you are alright, sheâll promise no one will ever do that to you again.
Caitlyn Kiramman
âYou kidnapped Y/N? Why would- Who do you think you are? You better let them go right now!â
Caitlyn was used to people being kidnapped on the job, having to save them or negotiate with criminals for their safety. But she would have never imagined such a thing happening to you of all people. When she was told you were being held for ransom, she understandably panicked before taking deep breaths and thinking of how to get you back to her. The enforcer can easily scrounge up the money for you to be freed, because you were more important than any coin that reaches her pockets.
So when she arranges a meeting with your kidnappers and finds you so scared, she finds it hard to stop herself from grabbing you and making a run for it. If the kidnappers pull a fast one on her though, all bets are off and bullets are flying. When she has you back, she will watch you like a hawk and be on the defensive for a while. But if you assure her enough that you are okay, she will lighten up. On the bright side, after the incident sheâs more romantic and spends more time with you in and out of work.
Viktor
âLook, Iâm sure we can talk about this. Iâll get you the money, just. Please donât hurt themâŠâ
Viktor beat himself up when he heard you were taken away from him for monetary purposes. He just doesnât understand how he would let this happen- How he would let someone easily take you under his nose and put you in harmâs way?! He couldâve waddled in his sorrows, but he couldnât. He had to save you and he had to act fast! It would hurt him, but he would ask for assistance from Jayce and the council if he can. And if they canât help him? Well. Maybe it was time to break out those so-called dangerous machines Heimerdinger warned him against using.
When he finds you, heâs wasting no time trying to negotiate a way around matters so you could be freed. And if those negotiations donât go according to plan, then heâll use his machinery and his brain to outsmart the criminals into freeing you. When you are back together, heâll just. Hold you. Like you are a precious gemstone. Heâll promise you this will never happen again. No one will ever lay their hands on you againâŠ
Jayce Talis
âIs this supposed to scare me? If anything, you should be the one scared- Do you know who I am?!â
Jayce does not take threats lightly, especially when it comes to his family, friends and his loved ones. As soon as he was told you were held for Ransom, he let his anger and determination to get you back fuel him to do anything to send a message and bring you back to safety. You will immediately know your boyfriend got the message because in a matter of hours, enforcers are barging into the area you were held like they were entering a war, shooting, punching and slamming anyone who got in their way from their goal; You.
And Jayce is in the middle of it all, swinging his hammer without remorse before running to your rescue as your knight in shining armor. As soon as you grab his hand, heâs walking you back to his place casually through the enforcers destroying everything in their sights and leaving a message for the assholes that took you; Never. Ever. Touch the councilmanâs lover. Donât expect to go anywhere without guards following you if Jayce isnât, whether you want to or not. Jayce just canât take the chance for you to be taken again. Is it extreme? Yes. But it was worth it.
Sevika
âRansom? Seriously? Please, thatâs nothing. And Iâm about to show you why.â
When it comes to ransom, Sevika wasnât new to having her friends or past lovers be kidnapped for money. So when she heard you were being held hostage, she casually grabbed her poncho, fixed her arm for a brawl and headed outside to round her co-workers up. When she found you and the ones that took you, she wasted no time kicking in the doors and sicking her co-workers on everyone before she made her way towards you after knocking some skulls in. Sheâll ask if you are okay and especially check you for any injuries before grabbing you and joking how you found yourself in this predicament.
The fight rages on as soon as she places you outside for safety. Saving you wasnât enough. No, she needed everyone to know that when someone messes with you, they have to deal with her and the rest of Zaun. When everything is over and done, Sevika will take you both back home and treat any injuries you want before kissing your cheek and simply talking as if you werenât kidnapped to begin with. If you think she doesnât care, then hoo boy. The way sheâll treat you that night in bed will make you think otherwise.
Silco
âHmm⊠If I were you, Iâd beg for mercy when I get thereâŠâ
Silco is never one to be threatened because heâs always the one making the threats. Hearing about you being held for Ransom made him immediately go on the move to round up Sevika to follow him in bringing you back to him. If he gets there and doesnât find you anywhere, he will deliver a silent signal to bring the house down. But if you are present, then he wonât need violence to be delivered by his Right Hand. Heâll just need to put the fear of gods into your kidnapper.
Heâll paint them a picture of how heâll find their families and let them listen to the melody of their bones breaking. How heâll have Licker carve paintings into their bodies and let them choke on their own blood as they beg for mercy. What do they think of that? They wouldnât like that at all. As a matter of fact, they would hate it so much that they would release you and fade from existence right there. As soon as you are back to Silco, heâs going to take you back home as if this was only a minor inconvenience. But as soon as you two are behind closed doors, he canât help from keeping his hands to himself and make promises against your skin.
If you have any requests for Arcane, X-Men '97 or Blue Eye Samurai, send them my way!
Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay safe, stay hydrated and have a good day!
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oh my god 15 days left at this job and im hearing word that at the last minute they're trying to snake back and barter to keep me after i've already mentally fucked off. fuuuuuck
#i hope it doesn't go through#i need to think about other options than this factory job thats grinding my bones down#im GOOD at this job and i like that i'm good at it#i like the people i've met. i liked the experience.#but its not for me forever. it was only supposed to be very temporary to begin with but that fell through#i feel like my old lead ALSO has this genie in a bottle feeling where he's looking for someone to pass this lamp onto#and he's like hoping i stay because it's legit just 3 people who do this. and every single person who does it is looking for an out#the guy i'm training as my replacement doesn't give a fuck at all#(he's going to crash when i leave i can smell it. but he's so overconfident and argues with me about what im teaching him that i can't care#(he gets EXTREMELY frustrated doing diagnostics. which is the entire job)#(he would rather immediately label a part worth thousands of dollars and time as unfixable than attempt to fix it and then ARGUE with me)#(''uhh actually in my time as a builder i know this is impssible to fix..'' whatch this buster *fixes it*)#who's training you.... listen to me like... LISTEN so you don't get stuck... one fucking issue on a chamber and you don't listen#brother there will be more chambers. there will be harder chambers. you have to be patient and not jump to conclusions#management will learn how much they needed stability in that position#3 weeks is not nearly enough time to train someone to do my job on their own and i told them and they were foolish to think otherwise#the other guy they're pulling in also doesn't give a fuuuck. he's walking into some shit and i told him#we're going to be FLOODED with systems as SOON as i leave and we lack capacity to hook any of them up and lack people to work them#because management didn't prepare and listen to me when i told them time and time again ''hey i need test bays'' ''hey i need equiptment''#''hey i need people'' and then insulted me and stripped me of my title when i tried taking initiative#these people don't know what they're doing and they're cocky#people say where i'm at is a great oppourtunity but they've jerked me around too much to care and i dont even want it
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Beauty and the Beast
An event where you are a woman in the 50s trying to turn the head of your neighbor, Francis Mosses when you are stalked and pursued by his evil counterpart.
Art by ilameys
Zettai Zetsumei âą Co shu Nie
Word Count: 5.7k
â ïž: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT â„ Manhandling, Slight body horror descriptions, descriptions of blood, himbo!doppelgĂ€nger!Francis Mosses, Yandere Behavior, Mentions of Stalking, sexualization of the female MC by Fake Francis, SMUT(CNC, mentions of a "rape kit"), and monster cock.
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Life was somewhat boring for you as a woman in the 50s. Despite being sought after by a lot of the men in your apartment complex, you had your heart set on one man. You only got to see him once a day. Francis Mosses. When he would deliver milk to your door in the morning. No matter how cute or cherry you were, it seemed like his mind was set on other things. The man always looked tired but you thought he was handsome no matter what. Maybe even more handsomeâŠit was just something about hot men being tired that made them so much hotter.
You had hoped that eventually, heâd notice you and finally take you on a date!
But that hope soon faded when you read the newspapers. They talked about how doppelgÀngers are becoming a lot more frequent and the D.D.D. would be installing new units everywhere to ensure that no evil counterparts are making their way into the homes of others and killing people. You were able to tell if this made you feel safer or a lot more scared. What if someone made a mistake�
Well, you didnât have a chance to feel anything really, as the D.D.D. was extremely secretive about this kind of threat. After some time, it became normalized and it soon left your mind. The Doorman job seemed to be pretty effective as you had never seen any monsters before and were very much alive. It was rumored that the creatures would murder and eat any person they encountered if they succeeded in passing as humans. This is another reason you had your heart set on Francis. You felt as though he could protect you at a time like this. Maybe it was naive of you but after all, you were just a girl.
âGood Morning.â
Upon hearing the small knock at your door, you went to greet him. Francis stood tall, rather confused about you coming to get your bottled milk so quickly.
âOh, good morningâŠâ He replied flatly, gripping the strap of his milk bag. You thought that maybe he had a mutual crush on you and was too shy to act on it. So, you could take that step for him.
âHow are you this morning? I hope that life is agreeing with you today.â You stepped outside of your apartment door with your glass of milk in hand. Francis shrugged. âI suppose it is.â He then yawned before saying âWhatâs wrong? Are you looking for another?â
You blinked. âHuh?â Your eyes then darted down to your hands. âO-OhâŠsure.â You smiled attractively, causing him to break eye contact with you. He reached into his milk carrier and revealed and took out another. âYouâre only allowed to get one every day but you can have mine.â He walked up to you and placed the bottle into your free hand.
âTh-Thanks!â
âDonât mention it.â
After he disappeared around the corner, you were filled with joy! That interaction was such a good sign. He gave you his milk bottle. You had to make him something for dinner tonight as a gift!
Thunk!
You almost jumped at the sound of glass falling on the carpet at the far end of the hallway behind you. It looked like an empty milk bottle if you squinted hard enough. There was a shadow as well. It made you feel uneasy and quickly made you retreat into your home.
You wanted to try seeing if you could have more time with Francis. There was a job opening for the D.D.D. Doorman of your building and you instantly took it. Being able to meet with Francis when he wasnât busy might have your conversations with him take a turn for the better. You really appreciated his selfless gesture. So, seeing him at least twice a day would make your life so much brighter. Francis was the complete package. Tall, handsome, quiet, and most of all, soft-spoken. Youâd be a good wife to him.
On the first day of the job, you didnât receive any proper training. You were given an informational video and a set of instructions that you scrambled to memorize as a long line of your neighbors awaited their inspection outside. The job was easy at first and you did it well. It was a chore but those are easy. You let in the right people and you called the D.D.D. when you found a doppelganger like you were instructed to. Unfortunately, at the end of the day, Francis didnât pay you any mind. You gave him a soft smile through the glass before asking him about his day.Â
âI hope work is treating you well.â You pitched your voice up to sound cuter. Your graceful hands moved swiftly as you sifted through the many layers of documents, trying to organize them before your next neighbor. âYeah, I suppose.â He answered, blinking rather slowly. Your smile widened. âAny days off soon? Iâd like to see you outside of your uniform.â You winked at him and he just shrugged. âDunno.â
âWell, maybe, sometime after your hard work, you tell me a day youâd think you would be free?âÂ
You waited with anticipation for his response. He seemed rather confused and it was rather adorable. Then he said âI donât really know. I think Iâm busy but Iâll let you know if that changes.â
Your smile faltered just a little but you were good at faking emotions. âOh, no worries.â You waved him off in a playful manner before pressing the button to allow him inside. Your shift ended and you thought that you should probably get to making that dinner for him as a âthank youâ for the free milk. As you began to clean up, the pressure of your job began to set in. This wasnât something that you could just quit if Francis were to reject you. Ignoring all the unexplainable noises, the dark figures, and the constant feeling of being watched, it would be very awkward seeing him every day after that.
It was a new day. Francis came to check into the building and you let him go without chatting with him because you didnât want to seem like a bother. ButâŠthen you saw him again.
âFrancis?â You cutely tilted your head. The way he looked at you was much different than usual. The Francis you knew could barely make meaningful eye contact with you but right now he had no problem burning holes into your skull with his eyes. Not only that but he was visibly bigger as well. Taller and more masculine. His arms were big and veiny. This was NOT Francis Mosses.
âI-IDâŠ?â You gave a nervous half-smile as you tried to hide your stutter. The humanoid creature gawked, a subtle sense of happiness washing over its face the longer it stayed there. âDonât have it on me.â It replied plainly. You picked up the clipboard before exing out the box that was labeled âID.â
âW-Well, you seem to look a lot like someone whoâs already checked in. Please, give me a moment to confirm.â You flashed it a close-eyed smile. Upon seeing it, the fake Francis moved closer to the window, fogging it up with its mouth breathing.
You pressed the big red button to close the shutter before dialing the number to the D.D.D.Â
The representative told you someone would be over right away to dispose of the doppelgĂ€nger. It only took about a minute before theyâd arrive. Normally, the shutter would open on its own after being reset by the D.D.D. member but for some reason, it didnât You figured that now would be a good time to open it to help the last neighbors but when you did, you were not met with the hazmat suit you were so familiar with.Â
In front of you was the same fake Francis from before, now covered in some blood. His expression was one of annoyance and the veins in his arms were pulsating as if he were trying to contain some kind of anger.
âE-Excuse me, but you need toâ!â
âLet me in.â
Your heart dropped. It talked! And it sounded just like Francis too.Â
You shook your head. âN-No! Iâm not letting a monster in.â You reached for the number to re-dial the number again.
âBut I think you look so pretty today. You wore that just for me, huh? Iâd love to t-tear it off of you.â The creatureâs neck involuntarily cracked its neck, twisting it in a demonic way. You screamed at the sight, pressing the button once more to close the shutters so that you wouldnât have to see it. As they went down, the doppelgĂ€nger tried to stop it by putting his hand under it. It got caught in the track, causing it to get stuck on the track and it was open halfway.
âCome on, Darling, I know youâre not about to call those bastards again. I donât want to have to hurt anyone else.â The large man-creature crouched down. You could see his fanged canine teeth poking out of his mouth. You backed away from the window with the telephone in hand.
3312âŠ
You listened to the dial tone for a few seconds before the receptionist answered.
âHello?â
âP-Please send help!â You cried over the phone. Tears began to spill out of your eyes upon hearing the squeal of metal as the predator stretched and bent it to his will. The glass was the only thing left that could stop him from entering.
You saw how abnormally long his tongue was when it glided over his lips. âI just want to taste youâŠâ
The receptionist dispatched another group of workers to help dispose of the doppelgÀnger. They arrived almost instantly. It was only then that the fake Francis moved away from the window. You sighed in relief, trying to calm yourself down from the events that transpired. You ran over to the tempered glass. The mental door looked like sheet paper.
You saw no trace of the Hazmat people but you also didnât see the fake Francis anymore. You quickly gathered your things and rushed to leave. You opened the door to let yourself out. You planned to run to your room and lock the door but as soon as you had left the room, you bumped into a stiff, toned chest. The figure grabbed you by your neck and forced you to look at them. The gloved hand was covered in blood and it stained your skin and the collar of your dress.
âWhere do you think youâre going, Princess?â
His grip around your throat was so tight that you werenât able to form words. It was completely covered in blood and in its other hand was a knife dripping with blood as well. It kept the violence to one side of the room so that you werenât able to see anything unless you completely left the screening room.
The light clank of the knife hitting the ground could be heard and its newly free hand grabbed your waist. The doppelgÀnger hugged you to its masculine chest. Its head rested itself on top of yours before it planted its nose in the crown of your head before inhaling your scent deeply. The blaring sound of the alarm continued to go off and it was deafening.
Your nose was overloaded with the scent of fresh blood. The pure shock didnât let you resist his touch. His grip loosened and you dropped everything you had in your hands on the floor, staining it in with the red substance
âP-Please.â
You felt its large hand around the back of your neck and you feared that it would snap it and kill you any second. You held your breath as you felt it set the other hand on your waist as well, rubbing it gingerly.
It felt like the doppelgĂ€nger was sizing you up to see if youâd be a good enough meal for it.
âHe-ey, beautiful. It's⊠okayâŠâÂ
The doppelgĂ€ngerâs speech was somewhat disconnected but it was fluid for the most part. At first, it was clear he was a fake but the more he kept talking, the more it sounded like the real thingâŠlike it was learning in real time.
Your heart rate accelerated when you felt its hand travel ever so slowly from your waist to the collar of your dress. The inhuman smile on its face widened and it suddenly ripped the cloth that covered your torso. You gasped, instinctively covering your now exposed bra.
You wiggled out of its grip and used the opportunity to run. You kicked off your pumps and ran barefoot to your apartment. All you could do was hope that more of the D.D.D. would come and solve the issue before anyone else could get hurt. The emergency alarm was still going off so the authorities should be there soon.
When you arrived at your door, you tried to scramble to look for your keys so that you could get inside butâŠ
âŠyou remembered that you dropped them along with the rest of your possessions.
The sound of heavy footsteps approaching behind you. The large shadow engulfed your smaller form.
âAllow me.â The stranger said, calmly. Their large fist went through the door handle, shattering the lock and making it completely useless. You were too shocked to try running again. It found you.
The doppelganger shoved you against the door, swinging it open and causing you to fall forward inside of your home. You hit the floor with a soft but swift thud. âI see the way you look at him.â Its voice was laced with venomâanger but left more to be desired. It was playing with you awfully long for a creature that was trying to kill you.
âBut youâd never look at me that wayâŠâ
The Fake Francis entered the apartment making sure to secure the door behind it so that you couldnât run anymore. You cried and whimpered as it took its sweet time pushing your bookcase in front of the door so no one would intervene with what was supposed to happen next.
âI-I donât know what youâreââ You couldnât even finish your sentence as it smashed its lips into yours. Its tongue was like that of a serpent, slipping its way into your mouth. You tried to push it away but any attempts just resulted in your lips connecting once more. It was too strong.Â
You were terrified but it passed so much for the real Francis.
âTell me you donât like it ân Iâll stop.â It whispered into your mouth before it French kissed you once more. You kissed it back, unable to resist his appearance any longer. When it pulled away, a string of saliva connected between both of your mouths. Itâs warm breath hits the surface of your face, eyes full of lust and horror.
Itâs soft lips attached themselves to your neck, biting and sucking until your skin slowly began turning red. âMmm.â It hummed deeply, traveling lower and lower until it reached the cavern between your breasts. âYouâre sensitive here, arenât you?â It placed kisses in the valley of your chest, waiting for a reply. You were unable to form words at this point. It wanted to ravage you and steal your innocence. It took your idleness as consent, continuing on with satisfying itself and by extension, satisfying you.
It took the delicate hand you had been using to drive a wedge between the both of you. You thought that at this point it was going to break your arm! You squeezed your eyes shut, ready to endure the pain butâŠit didnât. You felt the heated bulge beneath itâs bloodied white trousers. It throbbed.Â
Thatâs when it finally clicked for you. It wasnât playing with you like you were food. It wasnât trying to taste you and pick itâs teeth with your bones. It wanted to be with you. To breed you.
âIâah~âĄ!â You bit down on your lip to contain the pretty moans that left your mouth. Your bra was removed, fully exposing your breasts. Its tongue touched the tip of your nipple and its mouth enveloped over your entire areola. It licked and sucked on the bud until it was nice and hard. The other hand was subtly slipped under your dress.
It took barely any strength at all to rip the fabric, showing how inappropriately wet youâd become from this activity. It craved the essence that was oozing from your tiny cunt.
At the feeling of the cold wind, you brought your legs together just to have them forced apart again. The creature made you feel so small and vulnerable. It used force when it felt necessary but overall, it wasâŠ.soft. Licking, kissing, biting but no drawing blood, taste, loving.
It salivated at your legs, raising one and nuzzling the side of its face into the smooth skin. âSoâŠgorgeous.â It pulled you forward. âWhen I saw you, I knew I wanted you.â
âY-You didâŠ?â You squeaked. Itâs touch sent goosebumps from your limp to the rest of your body. âTwo years Iâve been watching you. It was so damn annoying seeing you talk to that piece of meat.â
Piece of meat?
âI donât know who you mean.â You shied away from the perfect creature. Could it meanâŠ
âF-Francis?â You knitted your eyes together in confusion.
âYesâHIM!â The doppelgĂ€nger dropped your leg and pulled you by your thighs to its crotch. ââŠI could never decide what skin would be the best to pursue you in. But then Iâd see the way you look at him.â Pre-cum was beginning to show from its member inside. You could feel the wet fabric on the lips of your hot cunt. âSo, I became himâŠbut better.â
You heard the subtle unzipping sound of the pants and it took out its thick cock. It was larger than normal and didn't look like the standard male genitalia. Youâd need to use both hands to hold it.
There was no denying this thing could perfectly replicate a human man. Before you could even react, the big âmanâ picked you up by your hair.
âGet on your knees.â He commanded and you felt obligated to obey him. Youâve never been in a situation where you were being held up by a man like this.
âIâm gonna split you in half with this cock.â He pushed its large tip against your cheek, straining it with warm cum. âOpen your mouth.â
Your lips parted for a moment but you hesitated. There was no way that whole thing could fit into your mouth. Your eyes traveled up to his for guidance. He only stared down at you with hard, tired eyes. The corner of his mouth tugged upward into a smirk.
âI saidâŠopen your mouth.â
He spoke through his teeth as if it were a threat. You were reluctant but tried to ease it in. You kissed his tip, causing him to grunt and tighten his fist around your hair. âOpen.â He growled, yanking your head back. His cock was so close to your face that you could truly take in its side. It was nearly the length of your skull.Â
You opened your mouth out of fear and he shoved it inside. He was kind enough to let you get used to it in your throat by going soft and slowâŠor maybe he was just distracted by the imprint showing on your throat.Â
You grabbed his hips to keep yourself from falling backward. Even a bit of force made you lose your balance. âGood girl.â He sighed, relaxing into you, pushing the limits by pushing it deeper. Your choking and gagging only made him feel pleasure.
âYou struggling with my dick in your mouth is so hot.â You heard him mutter under his breath. Your eyes began to water from the choking, causing tears to carry mascara down your cheeks.
âKeep sucking.â He fucked into your throat and gentle too. âIâm close.â
 Both of his hands found themselves on the back of your head. He sped up his pace until a loud groan emitted from his chest and a mysterious liquid found its way down your throat.
The doppelgĂ€nger let go of your hair. You fell back on your bottom and he crouched down. âHey.â He called, grabbed both sides of your face with one hand. He squeezed your cheeks together. âSwallow.â
You swallowed what was left and once he knew it was in your belly, his lips crashed into yours. His tongue wormed its way into your mouth and explored every cavern.
You felt yourself get lifted again but this time to your feet. He walked you over to your dining table and shoved you into it. âBend over.â
You didnât really get a choice. When you tried to stand, he forced you down to the table with his hand on the back of your head.Â
You expected him to say something, but he stayed silent. You felt him explore your backside from your hips to your exposed ass. The wind was so cold but his hands were so warm.
He chuckled darkly, spreading your ass cheeks and sticking his shaft in between. His dick was so much bigger than you that you would definitely have a belly bulge because of it. He wanted to experience it for himself.
You waited with silent anticipation for him what he would do next. You werenât too sexually active anymore because you wanted to reserve that for the real Francis, if you ever got the chance with him, so you were really nervous about having something so big inside.
âUah!â You squeaked, feeling a wet, warm muscle enter the deepest part of your cunt. It was his tongue!
You whipped your head around to see that his face was buried in you from behind. âMmm.â You heard him hum vibrations into you. He consumed all of your juices as they came out. It mustâve tasted so good coming from a pretty human like you.
With every moan and whimper that left your mouth, it made his dick grow harder and harder. He didnât stop until you had creamed all over his tongue. So much came out that it got all over his face too.
âI-Is that it? Is that what you wantâŠ?â You asked, but you were only ignored.
âPick a hole.â
âWh-whaââ
âPick a hole, or I will.â
PickâŠa holeâŠ?
His large thumb massaged your asshole while his knuckles, now sleek with your cream, was stimulating your pussy.
âUmâŠIââÂ
âBoth it is!â
Your eyes widened. âWait, what?!â
You felt his thumb sink deep into your ass while he struggled to get his large tip into your pussy. âDamn youâre fucking tight.â He growled through his teeth. His free hand grabbed your ass, fingers sinking in so deep theyâd leave marks.Â
âW-Wait, you have to go slow!â You cried, face heating up from being touched in such filthy ways. âI am.â He grumbled, pushing the limits of your vagina by forcing himself inside. Despite going at the pace of a snail, the pain of trying to fit himself inside didnât decrease at all. You helplessly clawed at the table beneath you. It didnât matter how wet you were. He was too big.
It took a moment but he was able to get it. It slipped in with much ease on his end but the difference inside made you gasp so hard you needed to cover your mouth.
The doppelgĂ€nger began thrusting without warning, quickly overstimulating you. You could feel him in your stomach too. You reach back to push him off of you but he just grabbed your arm and kept it. There wasnât much you could do to get someone this big off of you. You would only take it.
âP-PleaseâŠI canât take it!â You gapped out, drool escaped your mouth as you tried to form words. He was fucking you so hard you couldnât even think. All that could be heard around the room was the lewd slapping of his filled balls against the bottom of your pussy.Â
âBeg for it then. Say you love me.â His breath hitched. âSay you want me and Iâll let you go.â
âIââ Slap!Â
You tried to speak. âI waââ Slap!
It seemed that when you tried to comply with him, heâd remove the hand playing with your asshole to leave a rough, skin-reddening slap on your ass. Your struggling amused him. He couldnât help but smile.
The doppelgĂ€nger has been stalking you for so long. It was hard getting into your apartment normally because of the last doorman but he couldnât resist you once you were sitting at that desk.
âWhatâs wrong?â He teased, his deep voice going soft. âMy dick isnât in your mouth anymoreâŠso whatâs the issue?â He chuckled. âBeg.â
âI want you!â You blurted out.
âYouâŠwant me? Say thereâs no one else. Say you love me!â It was like music to his ears, really. It was helping him reach his climax.
âIâŠI love youââ
âFUCK!â
Your belly bulge quickly became bigger as his cum painted your walls and womb. Even with his dick growing more flaccid, he continued to fuck his cum into you so that you both knew who you belonged to now. Tears spilled out of your eyes as you squirted onto his cock, mixing your juices together.
âI love you too, Princess. More than you could ever imagineââ Before he could finish, his ears perked up almost like an animal. His attention turned towards your door that he had destroyed before. âHere they come.â He muttered, putting his member back into his pants.
You weakly lifted yourself from the table. Your hand placed itself tight below your navel. It was so sore now. âWhoâs comingâŠ? What are you talking aboutâŠ?â
The doppelgĂ€nger ignored you, its horns flesh and bones began contorting and changing color. Its physique turned from that of a huge masculine man to the familiar form of that of a D.D.D. member. Yellow suit and all.Â
It ran to the door, opening it, and sticking its head out. âI found her, she's in here!â Its voice changed to a generic man as well. Not at all like the deep gruff from before.
Your legs felt like jelly, you fell to the ground as soon as you were able to stand. They were numb from the pleasure, leaving you unable to walk.
What happened next went by as a blur. The D.D.D. Reinforcement Team took you to a hospital where you were taken care of and given rape kit. You were unable to refuse it once the forensics team found semen at the scene. In order to maintain faith in the D.D.D., your assault was largely covered up but only those who were in the apartment that day knew about it.
After the commotion of filing our paperwork and giving information, you were sent home. You didnât sustain any life threatening injuries but you were asked to come in periodically to see how your body would react to having the semen of a doppelgĂ€nger inside of youâŠso now you were a bit of a test subject to them. You quit the job after that but you were quickly replaced by a new guy.Â
You hadnât seen the doppelgĂ€nger the entire time. Or at least, you thought you didnât. You wanted to process the situation but you were more confused as to why it craved so much validation from you. It wanted you to say you loved it. It wanted you to say that you wanted it. It said that itâs been waiting two years to be this close to you. It looked like Francis.
You had just arrived back home. Carpenters quickly replaced your door before you got home and you decided to continue life as usual by making dinner for yourself. Your heart still aches from the fear you felt when you thought you were going to die. And so did your vagina. It didnât bleed, thank god, but it was sore to the touch from how big that monster was.
âMan, I thought youâd never come back.â
You were alone in your kitchen when a voice emitted from behind you. The familiarity in the voice made your heart drop. You quickly turned around to see the doppelgÀnger from before, masquerading as Francis again.
âWhat are you doing here? What do youââ
âShh, princess.â He strided through your small kitchen, stepping so close to you that you were against the counter with nowhere else to go. You placed your hands on his chest, giving you the illusion that you could push him away. He grabbed your arm by the wrist before kissing the inside of your palm. He kissed your fingers and then the back of your hand before making you cup his cheek, which he nuzzled into lovingly.
You wanted to rip your hand away but his grip was so strong. You blushed. Was it wrong to admit that heâŠit, was attractive?Â
âWhy didnât you kill me and eat me? Why did you do that to me?â You questioned meekly. His eyes were closed, enjoying your warm touch with a smile before they opened. His eyes were like hunter's eyes. âBecause I love you.â He replied flatly.Â
âI donât know what that meansâŠâÂ
You opened your mouth to speak again but you were cut off by a knock at your door.Â
âIâll get it.â The doppelgĂ€nger quickly said and in a mere second, it shapeshifted to turn intoâŠyou. It was able to mimic you in all your glory, including the hickeys, bites and bruises from your attack.
âNo!â You blurted out. âDonât do that.â
The doppelgÀnger allowed you to move away from it and your arm fell to your side. You went to get the door but you made sure to check who it was before opening.
It was Francis!
âItâs him!â You hurried to your bedroom to find your cardigan to cover your tattered clothes before answering the door.
âFrancis? What brings you here?â You forced a smile but your eyes looked just as tired as his. You couldnât hide anything from him.
âI heard what happened. âm so glad youâre okay.â Francis sighed, quickly invading your personal space. He hugged you to his chest. You blinked âF-FrancisâŠ?â
âI felt all torn up when I thought you died but when I heard that you were just fine, I just had to come see you myself.â Your stomach burned with delight. Francis was worried about you?
Francis let go of you and you pulled away. His face was red like he was blushing and you couldnât help but blush too. Your lips curled into a smile. âW-Well, Iâm a lot tougher than I look.â
He wanted to smile back but he couldnât. He saw the marks on your skin. You were hurt. âI know you are.â He masked his sadness with a weak smile. He rested his hand on your head and ruffled it a bit.
It would probably be inappropriate for him to admit that heâs actually had feelings for you all this time, so heâd save it for another day. Hearing the news about the doppelgĂ€nger through gossip during his job of going door to door made him realize he could lose you at any moment. But today, he settled with placing a kiss at the crown of your head. âStay safe. Iâll check on you again later.â
For a moment, everything in your life went still. Even after he had walked away and left you standing there, it didnât feel real. This more or less confirmed he had a crush on you as well. No man just does that and doesnât see you as more than just a neighbor.
Your heart fluttered as you came back to reality. You slipped back inside of your home. You need to get cleaned up! You had to bathe and find something suitable just in case Francis wanted to come inside upon your next meeting.
But thenâŠ.
âYou look awfully happy.â
The doppelgĂ€nger was still here. You gulped, seeing his much bigger form. He grabbed the sides of your face with his hand again. He didnât bother crouching because of your size difference, leaving you standing on the tips of your toes.
You were too shocked to try defending yourself, so he continued. âI saw everything so donât even try to lie. That bastard is so lucky that I have to lay low until the D.D.D. gets their claws out of you or else I wouldâveâŠâ
âDonât hurt him!â You tried to beat and punch his arm to get him off but he didnât budge. âWhy not?!â
âBecauseâŠIâll be sad. And you donât want me to be sad, do you?â Your voice was unlabeled and lacked confidence. It was a Hail Mary but youâd do anything to prevent Francis from getting hurt.
âShit.â The doppelgĂ€nger let go of you, setting you back on your feet. It seemedâŠconflicted. He paced around your living room briefly. It had a soft spot for you but you could tell it has trouble processing emotions like a person. It was just imitating a person to get what it wanted.
âYou donât want him. You just wanna marry a guy. Iâll marry you.âÂ
You shook your head. âNo. Y-You canât. Youâre not him.â
âOf course I am.â His expression became mischievous. A smirk settled on his handsome face. âYou can even call me Francis in bed if it fancies you.âÂ
You felt your stomach do a flip!
âNo! Iâm not calling you that. Even though you look just like himâŠwh-what do I call you anywayâŠ?â You retreated inward, hugging yourself and looking quite nervous as if the situation was beginning to dawn on you. You were currently desired by one of the most dangerous beings in the world.
âFrancis.â
âStop! Iâm never using that name for you.â You got angry enough to shove him but he didnât move an inch. You quickly realized that you shouldnât push too hard or else it might change its mind and kill you.Â
âMmmâŠ.â You pursed your lips, avoiding eye contact with the monster. âWh-What about Franz? Is that good enough for youâŠ?â
Franz, huh?
âPerfect.â
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pairing: tyler owens x best friend!reader
summary: you were doing a great job suppressing your feelings for your best friend until you hooked up with a guy and called out tylerâs name in bed. but itâs fine, tyler would never find out, right? right?
word count: 3.4k
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, car sex, fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, minors DNI (18+ only)
It had been one week since the most mortifying moment of your life.
Youâd gone on a first date with a guy named Finn because thatâs what you do when youâre trying to get over your crush on your best friend. You hope that maybe youâll meet a guy that youâll fall harder for and stop crushing on the guy who would never see you like that.
So, you went back to his place after dinner, and the sex was mediocre at best.
At first, Tyler only popped into your head for second. You imagined how much better it would feel if it was his hands running over your body. Then, you had more intrusive thoughts. Like the thought of Tyler bending you over and fucking you.
Itâs only because you were desperate. There was nothing worse than trying to pretend you were having a good time when you were just bored out of your mind.
So, you suggested to Finn that he should blindfold you.
From there, your imagination really soared, and you allowed yourself to believe you were with Tyler.
It was a fun little secret, just for you.
Until you both came, and you called out Tylerâs name and not his.
You were praying youâd spontaneously combust because you couldnât face him after that. You quickly scrambled back into your clothes and went home.
You were doing okay at pretending it never happened. When you were lying in bed at night, the memory liked to sneak up on you and mortify you all over again.
So, you were boycotting dates for the moment because you couldnât risk doing it again.
You had a boring night of wine and a movie planned for yourself when Tyler called you. âHey, Tyler? Whatâs up?â You asked him, cheerily.
âYou got any plans tonight? I was thinking about going out to a bar.â He suggested.
Even over the phone, his voice ran right through you. Goosebumps ran down your arms as you tried to hide your excitement. âThat sounds great. Pick me up at 8?â You suggested.
âSounds perfect, see you soon.â He replied.
You hung up the phone and flopped backwards onto your bed. The heat rushed to your cheeks. You had to fight the urge to giggle and kick your feet.
Youâd been friends with Tyler for years, which didnât mean you stopped getting butterflies around him. You just got better at hiding it.
You both had been through a lot together, and you didnât want to jeopardize it by letting he find out you were harboring feelings for him.
So, you picked out a cute black dress to wear. One that Tylerâs eyes would linger over, but heâd never admit it. Just like every time the two of you went out to a bar.
Youâd just finished getting ready whenTylerâs red truck pulled up outside your apartment. You quickly ran down the stairs to greet him.
âThere she is,â he said, his eyes running down your body as he got out of the truck. That look of awe was enough to make you feel dizzy.
You could feel the butterflies start to swarm as he walked closer to you. âYou look gorgeous as always.â He said, taking your hand and spinning you in a circle.
You thanked him as he pulled you in for a quick hug.
âYour chariot awaits.â He joked, opening the passenger door for you.
The drive there went by in a flash. You and Tyler knew each other like the back of your hands, so you could easily spend hours talking about nothing and everything.
âSo, any particular reason you wanted to go out tonight?â You asked, looking over at Tyler as you both took a seat at the bar. You knew Tylerâs favorite solution for problems at work was going out drinking with you. No one could calm Tyler down the way you could.
âCanât it just be because I wanted to hang out with my best friend?â He asked, cocking his head to the side. You rolled your eyes at him, swatting his arm. âWhile I am a delight, I know thatâs not it.â You encouraged him, letting your hand linger on his forearm.
His eyes darted down. The way your small hand was gripping onto his muscular arm was enough to distract him. You quickly pulled your hand away, feeling slightly embarrassed after seeing his reaction.
âJust tornado stuff. We had this big opportunity to get a bunch of data, but some of the equipment malfunctioned. We lost almost everything.â He explained. He was eager to move the conversation past how he had almost malfunctioned because you grabbed his arm.
You gave him a small sympathetic smile. âIâm sorry, Tyler. Thatâs frustrating. Youâll figure it out. I mean, youâre the tornado wrangler after all.â You said, cheesily trying to cheer him up. Tyler chuckled and looked down at his hands.
Ever since Tyler had been branded the âTornado Wrangler,â you loved to tease him about it.
âOh, câmon, you know I hate when you call me that.â He groaned, smiling at you. You cheekily shrugged your shoulders.
âI gotta go to the bathroom real quick. Can you watch my drink?â You asked him. Tyler quickly nodded, sliding your drink over in front of him. You rushed towards the bathroom, where you assumed thereâd be a line.
âTwo shots of tequila please,â Tyler heard a man come up to the bar and order beside him.
He didnât pay a lot of attention to it, until he saw the man down both shots back to back, out of the corner of his eye. âRough day?â Tyler joked, looking over at the man.
âRough week,â the man corrected him, with a grim expression. Tyler looked at the manâs face, not being able to shake the feeling that he knew him from somewhere.
âWait, do we know each other? You look familiar.â Tyler said, furrowing his eyebrows as he thought. The man gave him an awkward smile and shrugged. âI donât know. I donât think so, man.â He said, knowing heâd never seen Tyler before.
Thatâs when he saw Tylerâs eyes light up in recognition. âOh, wait. Youâre Finn, right?â He asked him.
Finnâs expression only became more anxious and worried. âYeah, umm. I am, but how do you know my name? I donât think weâve ever met.â He asked.
Tyler quickly shook his head, trying to assure the man who was growing more nervous. âNo, we havenât met. You went on a date with my friend Y/N last weekend. She showed me your picture before you guys had your date.â Tyler said.
Finn nodded in recognition. All the memories of that night came rushing back to him. âOh, yeah. That explains it.â Finn said, sheepishly. It was clear to Finn that this man he was speaking to didnât know anything about how that date went.
âSorry, donât want to be rude. Iâm Tyler, by the way.â Tyler said, quickly shaking Finnâs hand. Finn stared blankly back at him. âTyler?â He asked, feeling his blood run cold. Tyler nodded, giving Finn a friendly smile.
Meanwhile, you were on your way back to the bar.
âHey, Tyler. Iâm back.â You said, reaching to grab your drink back from Tyler. Your gaze drifted past Tyler to the man that was standing beside him.
âHey, Y/N. Good to see you.â Finn said, with a fake smile. You felt yourself freeze. You wanted to run away, but you couldnât convince your feet to move.
âOhâuh, Finn. Yeah, good to see you.â You nervously lied. Your eyes darted between Tyler and Finn. You were praying Finn hadnât found out Tylerâs name. You were also praying he hadnât told Tyler what happened.
âI guess you havenât told your friend, Tyler, here that our date was kind of a bust.â He said, coldly.
You wrapped your hand around Tylerâs bicep, trying to tug him towards you. You wanted Tyler to get the hint that you really wanted to leave.
Tyler turned to face you. He saw the pure panic in your eyes. âYou okay?â He asked you, quietly.
You tried to form the word âno,â but no sound would come out of your mouth. All you could imagine was Finn telling Tyler what happened. You could practically see the way that Tylerâs face would change.
âI think the guy deserves to know.â Finn said, noticing the way you were tensed up. You werenât hard to read in this moment, but Finn had been humiliated when you said the wrong name. So, he wanted revenge.
âThatâs none of his business.â You said firmly. You refused to look Tyler in the eye. You were worried that if you did, heâd somehow see into your soul and know what happened.
âLetâs go.â Tyler said, standing up and wrapping his hand tightly in yours. Tyler knew how uncomfortable Finn was making you and wanted to get you out of there as quick as possible.
Tyler turned to leave, pulling you with him when Finn yelled after you both.
âWe hooked up, but she called out your name, not mine.â Finn said.
You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Your stomach sank. You felt like the floor was going to open it up and pull you under.
You tugged your hand away and ran out of the bar and into the parking lot. Tyler was trying to process what heâd just heard.
He turned around to face Finn, who had a grin on his face. âThe lady told you to shut up.â Tyler practically growled, shoving Finn against the bar.
Tyler turned on his heel to follow you towards the car.
When he got outside, he saw you standing by the passenger side of the truck. Your arms were crossed, and your eyes were focused on the ground.
âSweetheartââ Tyler started to say before you cut him off.
âI want to go home.â You snapped. Your tone came out harsher than you meant to.
Tyler slowly nodded. He didnât want to push you to talk about something you didnât want to talk about. You both got into the car in complete silence.
Tyler hesitated before putting the keys in the ignition. He glanced over at you. He could see your eyes starting to water as you still refused to look at him.
He cautiously reached over to let his fingers interlace with yours. âWill you please look at me, sweetheart. Iâm not going anywhere. Youâre not scaring me away. I promise.â He said, softly.
You hesitantly looked over at him. He gave you a soft smile, trying to calm you down. âFinn was a douchebag for telling me, but Iâm not going anywhere.â He assured you. You softly squeezed his hand.
He used his other hand to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. âSoâŠyou were calling out my name, huh?â Tyler asked you, with a cocky smirk.
Your eyes went wide. You tugged your hand away from his and covered your face with your hands. âTyler,â you complained, dragging out his name.
He chuckled to himself. âI wasnât trying to tease you.â He said, holding his hands up in surrender.
You peeked at him through your fingers. âThatâs exactly what youâre doing, Owens.â You said, groaning to yourself.
He shook his head. Then, you felt him grab both your hands. His rough calloused skin scratching against your soft hands. He moved your hands away, looking you in the eye.
âI was just offering to make your little fantasies a reality.â He said in a low voice.
You leaped across the car, grabbing the collar of his shirt and kissing him. His hand flew to the back of your neck as he kissed you back.
You could taste the liquor on his lips. The kiss was sloppy and hungry. Youâd both wanted this for too long to be patient. His fingers weaved through your hair, holding on tightly.
His other hand grabbed your waist. His fingers caressed the silky material of your dress. His mind could only think about how much softer your skin would be under his touch.
You seemingly read his mind. âGo ahead,â you mumbled against his lips. You could feel his lips curve up into a smirk. He slipped his fingers under your short dress, caressing your upper thigh.
He noticed the goosebumps that were covering your legs. It only encouraged him more. His hand slowly moved higher up your thigh.
You whimpered against the kiss. You felt the familiar aching between your legs. You needed his touch like you needed air. âSo needy for me, baby,â he said, cockily.
The pet name sent a shiver rolling down your back. You bucked your hips up against nothing. âPlease,â you begged him.
He rubbed his thumb across your clothed heat. A small wet patch had formed in your panties. Another whine came out of you.
He quickly pushed your panties to the side and plunged a finger into your folds. You gasped, pulling out of the kiss. Your eyelids softly fluttered closed.
âOh, fuck,â you mumbled softly. Tyler peppered kisses to your shoulder as you leaned your head back. Your senses were overwhelmed. There wasnât a single coherent thought in your head. He curled his finger inside of you, making you buck your hips against his hand.
âYou want another, sweetheart? Can you handle that?â Tyler asked you. You furiously nodded your head. He could feel his jeans becoming strained as he watched you writhe under his touch.
He added another finger, stretching you out. Your mouth hung open as you adjusted. Your wetness only allowed Tyler to move his fingers quicker. He quickly moved them in and out, watching as your breath quickened.
Your stomach started to tighten. You reached for anything to sink your nails into. Your hand landed on Tylerâs bicep.
He pressed his thumb into your clit. âTyler,â his name fell effortlessly from his lips. He quickened his pace. Every breath and moan from you made him go faster.
âCum for me, baby,â he praised you.
He started rubbing circles around your clit. You whined, helplessly grinding your hips down against his hand. You swore you were seeing stars. âOh fuck, Tyler, Iâm gonnaââ you swore, biting down your lip.
âGo ahead. Cum on my fingers.â He instructed. Your orgasm hit you. You clenched around his fingers, riding the high. âTyler, so good,â you mumbled. Your legs were shaking, and you threw your head back against the headrest. He continued pumping his fingers into you.
âThatâs it. There you go.â He softly praised you. Tylerâs fingers slowed down, helping you down from your peak. He brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your lips softly.
He wiped his soaked fingers on his jeans. You softly nipped at his bottom lip. His smirk grew again. âWhat do you think youâre doing, sweetheart?â He asked you.
Instead of answering him, you climbed across the console into his lap. Tyler pulled out of the kiss to watch you, in shock. His eyes were wide at the sight in front of him.
You were straddling his lap. Your skirt was hiked up to your hips while your cum was running down your thigh. Your makeup was smudged. Your lips were swollen. And you looked tired out from your orgasm.
âHold on, just a second, baby,â he said, quickly sliding his seat all the way back and leaning the chair as far back as it would go.
As soon as you both had more room, you were back all over each other. Tylerâs hands were possessively holding on your hips. You unbuttoned Tylerâs shirt as you kissed him. Feeling the last button come undone, you raked your nails over his bare chest. Tyler groaned into the kiss. Your touch was magic on him.
âNeed you,â he mumbled against your lips. You tugged his shirt off his shoulders and threw it in the back seat.
Tyler leaned back as you reached for the hem of your dress. He watched with a cocky smile as you pulled the dress over your head. Heâd just been fingers deep in you, but the sight of you in your bra and panties was enough to make him crazy.
âSo fuckinâ beautiful, darling,â he practically moaned. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down to kiss him again. Your hands struggled to undo his belt while he unclasped your bra.
Having Tylerâs hands on you had your skin burning. You felt like your skin was on fire, in the best way. You could sense his desperation. His hands explored your body, not wanting to leave any part untouched.
His hands covered you, helping you undo his belt and unzip his jeans. He quickly tugged his jeans down to his knees.
You pulled out of the kiss to take a breath. Tyler buried his face in between your breasts, leaving sloppy kisses and a trail of saliva. He leaned forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.
Your eyes rolled back, grasping onto Tylerâs arms. âNeed you, Tyler,â you mumbled.
âAll you had to do was ask, baby.â He said, tugging down his boxers. His cock spring out, slapping against his stomach. He watched as you practically drooled over him. He brought you back into the moment as he pulled off your panties.
âYou want to do this right here? Or you wanna move into the backseat?â He asked you, smirking at your eager expression.
âRight here,â you said. The words came out rushed as you captured his lips in a kiss. He smirked against your lips. âHang on, sweetheart. If youâre gonna ride me, youâre gonna need this.â He said, grabbing his cowboy hat from the backseat and plopping it on your head. A bashful smile appeared on your face.
You shifted your weight, holding onto Tylerâs shoulders. âGo ahead, cowgirl.â He encouraged you with a wicked smile.
You slowly sunk yourself down onto his length. A low groan escaped Tylerâs lips at the feeling of you wrapped around him. âFuck, darling,â he moaned, grabbing at your hips. He helped lift you up and let you plunge back down on his cock.
âOh, Tyâ so good,â you mumbled, rolling your hips back into his.
Tyler took a mental picture of you riding him while wearing his hat. He wanted to remember it forever.
With his assistance, you sped up the pace. You were ramming your hips down against his. With each thrust, you could feel Tyler reaching deeper inside you.
âThis what you were thinking about with that other guy? Thinking about wrapping your sweet pussy around my cock. You fit perfect. Itâs like you were made for me.â Tyler praised you. His comments went straight to your core. Your legs started to shake.
His name fell from your lips. He bucked his hips up to meet yours halfway. âNeed toâŠf-f-faster,â you stuttered, feeling your muscles begin to tighten.
âDonât worry, Iâll help ya,â he assured you, grabbing a tight hold on your hips. He slammed you down on his cock.
You could feel him brush up against your g-spot. You clenched your eyes shut, a whimper escaping your lips. âThat the spot, sweetheart? Donât worry. Iâll give it the attention it needs.â He said, flipping your body over so he was on top.
âYou did so good, honey. But just let me do the work. You focus on cumming for me.â He instructed you.
He braced his leg against the console and started pounding into you. Your legs began to shake. You wrapped your hands around the headrest, your knuckles turning white.
âIâm almostââ you said, breathlessly. The noises bouncing off the truck walls were almost pornographic. You could hear every thrust. From Tylerâs low groans every time you squeezed around his cock to the sound his cock made as it slipped through your wetness.
His hand flew down to your clit, rubbing small tight circles. âCanât last much longer, darling,â Tyler moaned. You could tell from his erratic thrusts that he was telling the truth. You vision was starting to go white as the muscles in your abdomen contracted.
âOh, shit. Iâm gonnaâ oh, fuck, Tyler.â You called out as you came around him. Your walls clenched down around his cock, pushing him over the edge. âOh, fuck,â he groaned, bucking his hips into yours and he came inside you.
He collapsed against you, slowing his pace and bringing you both down from your highs. His sweaty body pressed against yours.
âSo, howâs that compare to what you were imagining?â Tyler asked you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
You gasped for breath. âS-so much better,â you mumbled, breathlessly.
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synopsis. youâve been deliberately dodging atsumu miya. he wants to know why.
pairing. atsumu miya x fem!reader | wc. 2.0k (it wasnât even supposed to be this long) | genres. (implied) university au, tbh i donât even know what this dynamic is, he calls us princess, readerâs kinda bad emotionally, rain confessions
notes. for my birthday (not gojoâs eff him (/j)) i decided why not take one of my favorite tropes of all time and pair it w the loml. youâre so welcome. this is very dialogue heavy, barely proofread, and a hot mess, but i hope you enjoy regardless.
"(y/n)." the very familiar, sultry yet aggravating voice says the moment you step out of the cafe.
"oh my god!" you jump, clutching a hand over your heart that skipped a beat. it's immediately followed with a glare towards atsumu. "what the fuck, miya? you don't just come up to people like that."
"sorry." atsumu apologizes but his nose scrunches at the word. "nah, not really. didn't know how else to get to ya."
"so you had to find me at my job?" you raise an eyebrow in disbelief.
he shrugs. "yer really not leavin' me with any other choice."
"what are you on about?" you roll your eyes as you take a sharp left, carefully exhaling out. the street is nearly deserted now that the sun sunk past the horizon, leaving only the street lights and the moon to illuminate what would be a pitch black scene. puddles of water are scattered along the walkways, remnants of the downpour that occurred earlier in the day. you had clocked out later than usual, and the next flash of rain is predicted to fall within the next few minutes. you want to get back to your dorm before the worst of it happens.
"ya know what i'm talking about." atsumu huffs. "yer clearly avoiding me."
your shoulders tense when he brings it up, and you pray that atsumu doesn't catch it. "i'm not." you lie, your heart speeding up.
"yer a shit liar. i hope ya know that." atsumu shuts you down right then and there. the fact he's able to makes you wince. that's one of the many bones you have to pick with him. he can always see right through you, and it allows him to get under your skin easily since he knows exactly what to say if he wants to get a reaction out of you.
it's because of that reason that you've been avoiding him. you know yourself well enough that if you were to stand face to face with atsumu miya as you are now, he'd figure out the secret that you've been hiding for two weeks.
atsumu presses his lips together, sighing once he realizes that all he'll get from you from this point forward is silence, but he tries his luck anywayy. "can we talk?"
you let his question fizzle out in the air, continuing down the sidewalk as atsumu follows by your side. the first drops of drizzle fall onto your hand and cheek. atsumu feels them too.
"look, it's gonna rain soon. could ya at least let me take ya home? yer gonna get soaked." atsumu gently reaches out for your hand. the sudden contact and its spark of heat makes you jump. instinctively, you yank your hand away from him. your widened eyes snap towards him, and shame washes over you. maybe the street lights are playing tricks on you, but you swear there's a flicker of hurt in his gaze. you turn away from him because you can't bear the sight of it.
"are ya mad at me? did i do somethin' to upset ya?" atsumu continues.
no, you answer in your head. you can't trust yourself to say it out loud without betraying anything else. it's not that.
"(y/n), please. talk to me." atsumu pleads. you don't think you've ever heard such desperation in his voice before. you've never seen him so raw. it's almost enough to break you, but you refuse to let go the threads of your resolve. the rain is picking up; it's cold as it soaks the threads of your clothes.
"princess." atsumu throws in as a last ditch effort. you know it is because it's the one nickname that gets you riled up the most. it sparks a reaction that atsumu knows will get you talking, but unbeknownst to him it's not for the reason he expects. he wants you to snap with anger, but all your heart does is ache. all it does is melt you into putty in his hands.
"don't call me that." you finally come to a stop, turning so that you can face him, defeat in your gaze. atsumu's blond locks are beginning to lose volume; they stick to his forehead as droplets continue to fall. his hoodie is littered with small, dark stains, a physical consequence of the rain.
"oh now i got yer attention." atsumu scoffs, poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek.
"miya." you warn, voice shaking. he ignores it.
"yer not being yerself, and ya haven't been for the last two weeks." he tells you as if you don't already recognize it yourself. "what's goin' on with ya?"
"nothing!" you deny. "i'm fine!"
atsumu rolls his eyes. "cut the crap, princess."
"seriously, stop calling me that!" you spit back at him.
you're shivering. you can't tell if it's because of your cold, wet clothes or your frustration that keeps reaching new levels. you can sense it; you can sense that your heart is about to claw itself out of chest and dump itself onto the feet of atsumu miya. your hand fists the fabric of your soaked shirt as if to keep it in.
"then tell me what's wrong!" the blond in front of you demands, running a hand through his hair. his voice projects over the brutal force of the rain.
you grimace. that's the one thing you can't do, especially since it involves him. you bite your tongue, hiding your face so that atsumu doesn't see the glassiness of your eyes. "miya... please drop it." you ask him pathetically.
"why?" he pries. this is the other issue with him. he's so damn stubborn to the point that it's infuriating. atsumu miya never backs down until he gets what he wants.
"because it's you!" the first wave of tears break free. they cascade down your cheeks, mixing in the stream of rain on your cheeks; all while your hand remains pointed at atsumu. "because i fell for you!"
atsumu shuts his mouth, going completely silent. you shake your head, laughing bitterly. "i bet you didn't expect that, did you? believe me, i didn't either. day in and day out all we've ever done was argue so i don't know how this happened. i don't know why i have these feelings for you."
wiping your face is a futile attempt yet you still do it anyway. a sob gets caught in your throat, and you choke on it. "i can't stop thinking about you. i can't be near you without my heart attempting to leap out of chest. and so yeah, i've been avoiding you miya, and it's because you've made me so damn weak."
your stare finds atsumu's. you can't get a read on him, but you don't have to second guess that he can see the pain swirling in your eyes. it's so humiliating that even now the first thing that crosses your mind is how good he looks even as you feel your heart being torn apart. his hair is completely stuck to his forehead. his blond ends that are soaked through and through drip their excess water onto his face. you want nothing more than to brush them out of his line of sight, but you can't. you fight that desire by balling up your fists.
"so please just leave me alone. stop trying to find me because i can't take this anymore." you beg through hiccups.
you wait for a response. you wait to see if atsumu will kick your heart aside. in an even better scenario, which is far from likely, he accepts it. you'll take either or.
but he does neither, and that's fine too. you leave atsumu by himself on the sidewalk, and your lack of presence pulls him out of his trance. he jogs to catch up to you, reaching from behind to clasp your hand in his.
"miya, let go-"
"no." he says firmly, a newfound fire burning behind his eyes, one that exceeds the one you feel on your hand. the sight makes you gulp. "ya can't just confess yer feelings for me and leave."
you chuckle weakly, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp. "i think i can."
"no, ya can't. ya didn't even give me a chance to say anythin'." atsumu argues. he doesn't relinquish the hold he has on you.
"what more do you have to say? you don't feel the same, and that's fine-"
"could ya stop assuming things?! i never even said that." atsumu squeezes your hand ever so lightly in frustration. "and by the way, i'm not gonna leave ya alone. i'll follow ya to the edge of the earth if i have to."
you're still crying at this point, and atsumu's words are only making you more upset. "why?! why are you so fixated on me?! why can't you just-"
"because i'm in love with ya!"
in that moment, you swear the rain stops in its place, suspended in the air. surely, you must've been hearing things wrong. atsumu miya, the guy who has everyone dancing to the tune of his hand, is- no that doesn't even sound right. how could he possibly-
"god, i've been in love with ya for so long." atsumu laughs, like it's a relief to finally get it off his chest. "but ya nearly ripped my heart to shreds over these past two weeks."
atsumu squeezes your hand before letting it fall to your side. his own flex by his side as if to hold himself back. "(y/n), ya can insult me to yer heart's content if that's what makes ya happy, but don't dodge me like i'm the damn plague. i hate it. i really do."
atsumu picks up his tear-filled eyes; it makes your own fall even faster because you realize that this hurts him. you want to apologize, but the words are backed up in your throat. your cries steal away your ability to speak.
so you pull him in, yanking him by the drenched fabric of his hoodie and closing the distance between you two. your lips crash onto his, praying that this action is enough for him to understand. it takes a moment for atsumu to react, he's unmoving against you, and once he realizes what's happening, he relaxes. his hands fly to your neck, resting one on either side as he kisses you back.
it's carnivorous. he kisses you like he's been deprived of you. you feel how badly atsumu's been wanting this, how long he's been waiting for this day. you can barely keep up with his hunger. it's hot enough to overpower the chill that comes with the rain beating down on both of you. you'd kiss him forever if you could, but your lungs are begging for air.
when you pull away, atsumu's eyes reveal that he's in a daze, a happy one, like he just came back from soaring through the clouds. his damp hair presses onto your forehead as you both catch your breaths.
he pulls back. atsumu wears a soft grin as he admires you, even though you probably look like a wet dog. one of his hands find their way up to your cheek. you look at him expectantly. "(y/n), i want all of ya. i want yer stubborn ass attitude and yer insults. i want ya to be the only person who can bring me back down to earth. i want yer smiles and all yer laughs. i want to continue lovin' ya." he professes with complete certainty. his flowery words make you beam so brightly that it makes your cheeks hurt.
"i'll give you all of that and more." you swear. "but miya, i need you to kiss me again."
"oh? it seems like i got myself a needy princess." atsumu smirks, but he's already leaning in.
"shut up."
"gladly." atsumu agrees, pressing his lips to yours, smiles on both your faces.
you catch the flu the day after, and so does atsumu. but man, it is so, so worth it.
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