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limerlove · 2 days ago

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WITH GIN IN JULY

❝ ABBY ANDERSON!ONE SHOT ❞

ෆ | pairing. enemies to lovers!abby x female!reader

abby anderson? she's a fucking nightmare. with everyone in her back pocket, she adores all. the golden girl, but to you she's just the asshole not to be trifled with. a kind heart to everyone, except you. you hate her and she hates you. what could possibly change that?

warnings. eighteen+, nsfw content: 3k wc. smut, oral sex, fingering, no strap so stop complaining ♡ (this is a joke don’t attack me), a lot of fucks said, enemies to lovers, me being in love with abby, yk there’s a recession when i’m throwing fluff in a fic. okay, ray. shut up.

Apprehension runs cold in her veins, ice for blood with a small throttle for a pump — she’s a fucking nightmare wrapped in a devil’s daydream.

To everyone else, she's the perfectly nice, perfectly fine girl. The two of you introduced to one another in the first week of July, the weekend of the forth. All of your friends raved about how kind Abby is, a heart of gold, is what they all said.

In all honesty, you had even been thrilled to meet her. You love your little group of friends, the family you never had but fuck are you sorely disappointed by blonde-brute.

She was anything but kind. Intentional malice laced in her deviously-blue eyes from the first time you met. As time went on, so did Abby's growing irritation. Even as the heat blossomed, she still managed to root her cruelness in rich soil.

"I just don't know what everyone sees in her! She's so mean, all the time, she's barely even human."

And here she is, simmering in the pool with her stupid cocktail and that damn gleeful smile. She taunts, under the radar of everyone else, always making you look like the monster with one evil eye and talons for hands.

“You don’t think you’re making all this up just because—” Jesse trails off but your fury is lasered on to her, not letting up for a single moment.

“Not think, I know." Continuing to rail off your tangent as you see her being warm and fuzzy with everyone else except you.

For fuck sake, she's like a goddamn teddy bear. You might hold her if she lets you but no one else besides you is going to know it.

You decide to cool off inside needing a cool drink in this excruciating heat. The first thing you’re met with is cool air-conditioning and cool white-marble floors, chilling your overheated body back to room temperature.

It’s much better this way, in silence where your disdain can rot like a sour pomegranate. Complete solitude could solidify the vindication you feel every time she throws another insult when no one else is listening.

As you're bent over, digging through the freezer to find your strawberry-lemonade you had placed there earlier you hear a throat being cleared.

You crane your neck just to see it’s her.

Picture perfect Abby, god, you wish you could slap that stupid grin off her pink and pretty lips. Always smirking at you like she knows something you can’t possibly be aware of.

“Need help?”

“Nope. It’s not like you were actually offering.” You’re short and sharp with her, keeping your interactions with Abby to the absolute minimum.

It’s better for everyone this way.

“I could help you out and—”

“We both know you won’t.” Finally, you find it, shoved at the bottom underneath the frozen fruit. But when you rise and turn around, your chest is practically pressed against hers.

She’s testing the waters, normally you wouldn’t be such an idiot. You would push her away, shoulder check her even. Or you would try. Abby’s hard to push around, half of her body weight must be muscle.

Between being a mechanic and her necessity to be a total gym addict, her build was stronger than pretty much everyone. With her strength, she pushes you against the fridge with her pelvis, shutting the freezer door shut with your frozen strawberry-lemonade in hand.

“Do we have a problem?” You pry as she looks like she wants to devour you from the inside out.

“What would make you say that?” She waits for you to respond as she stretches out her arm, palm resting by your head, seeing how far she could push you.

Like she always goddamn does.

“You’re here, hovering. God, you’re worse than my ex.” Trying to push her away, but Abby doesn’t even budge.

“Oh.” And for a moment, genuine interest flashes in her eyes. Clearly, you’ve gone senile. “You and her—”

Now, you’re over conscious in your lack of clothing as she bites her lip, sinking teeth into the flesh. Venomous glances find mercy in you, but you’re not sure why they’ve been replaced with longing.

“Why does it matter? Can you let me go?”

“Yeah, right, sorry.”

Abby apologizing? Weird.

—

The truce lasted for a single moment. Sympathy for a broken heart apparently had an expiration date, or a timer for less than twenty-four hours.

“Were you actually going to hit me?” Abby cocks her eyebrow, the gray in her eyes coming to life as a speck of desire crosses near her heart.

"I wasn't trying to hit you. If I wanted to, you would know."

You can't really say this was entirely her fault. Ever since the unintentional spilling of your forementioned breakup, she'd been looming over you. As if she was waiting for you to crack. All you wished was to forget any of it ever happened.

For a second, you thought she could be capable of kindness towards you and then when you tossed an orange to Ellie, it happened to hit her in the face.

"What do you want from me? What's it going to take for you to exercise one decently kind bone in your body?"

She's sizing you up in your bedroom door with the door shut, the one she chased you down in like you're a wild animal. Everyone in the room knew better than to chase either one of you. The two of you always fought like this.

And every single time, you worked it out enough to tolerate each other. But now Abby was witnessing the steam, the ultimate point of rage pushed past the point of containment.

"Me? What about you? Suddenly I'm the problem when you've been an asshole to me from day one. Day fucking one, Abigail."

You're pacing back and forth in your room, attempting to calm yourself down before you completely lose it and say something you can't come back from.

"Me? Like all of this is my fault? The first time you looked at me you decided you had to hate my guts." Abby catches your arm, stopping you from moving another inch.

"Let me go, now." Your voice doesn't waver for a moment, not one stutter is heard, but Abby can't help stare at your lips. Then you're staring at hers and all of it becomes crystal clear.

"Or what? What are you going to do about it?" Single handedly, her words pierce through you warm flesh, exposing the wound she created. For a moment, just for a second, you wonder if Abby’s the antidote you’ve been searching for.

She wonders how you would react if you walked out of here, ignoring her obvious advances she keeps throwing your way. But it’s always on your terms. Abby’s too cowardly to initiate anything first. Dangling the carrot in front of you like a desperate rabbit, begging to be satiated with the first crunch.

Stepping forward, your perfectly manicured hand strokes her freckled check, nails lightly scraping against her porcelain flesh. “I won’t have, you’ll do it for me.”

The tone in your voice drops, smirking as Abby visibly gulps. The lump she swallows is enough indication that she’s been caught. The mean remarks, your former girlfriend at your side when the two of you met, the jealousy, the snide comments Abby would only say when it was the two of you — all of it a ruse to disguise the feelings she decided to bury deep upon your very first meeting.

A swipe of your thumb caresses her chin, tilting her lips towards you, as her hot and heavy breath curses your lips like a sin you would be willing to die for. A small whimper falls from her, her bambi blues widen at the audible omission. A mistake, a slip-up, and fuck is it perfect.

“Show me how much you want this, Abby. Be a good girl.”

Hell breaks loose with those four words and Abby’s self-control is unshackled with it. Practically throwing you on the bed like a certified ragdoll, you become her own personal barbell to train with. Wedging herself between your legs that are already open for her, you’re met with tongue and teeth as she regains control.

You have a feeling she’s not one for giving in so easily and the whimper Abby felt embarrassed by would be hard to come by, again. The sleep shorts you’re wearing give her enough access as the fabric bunches on your ass. Abby chuckles as you grind up into her pelvis, desperate for more as you practically feel her tongue in the back of your throat.

Fingers dig into her golden roots, trying so desperately to have her whine for you again, but all you get is a moan — as pretty as it is, it’s not what you want, but it’s enough.

For now.

Abby separates as you help her out of the oversized sweater she was wearing with a thin pair of boxers. Here she is, baby-blue boxers hung low on her hips as your hand smoothes over her defined six-pack, muscles flexing underneath your touch. Freckled and toned, small pink nipples practically begging to be placed in your mouth.

“Oh—” Your hands sink into her boxers, feeling her bush prickling under your touch, as your fingers slide against her drenched folds, each one fluttering as you stroke her enticing lips. “Fucking knew you liked to be praised.”

The better part of Abby should keep her mouth shut, but when you’re taking shit all she wants is to give it right back. You’re in luck. There’s a finger slipping inside of her and her brain shuts off, she’s unable to think about anything but the sight of you biting your lips as fuck her with skilled fingers.

Abby leans her body forward to make it easier for you, slipping deeper into your walls. Almost as if she can sense her lips about to spill, she captures your mouth, letting her moans spill in the back of your throat. Abby coats you with her sweet honey, the sounds she makes could rival an angel’s symphony.

Hips thrusting against you — it’s a perfect moment to sleep another finger inside her — so you do.

There’s that fucking whimper. More desperate than her stormy-blue eyes, begging to be loved. To be needed, it’s all she had been wanting from you and it’s clear as day. Abby decides she’s had enough.

Time to even the playing field.

Ripping the cotton right of your body, the grey-washed tank top is ruined and discarded in your bedroom. Abby latches her lips on to your breast, her forefinger and thumb pinching the other. As if she was born to do it, she suckles on your pebbled nipple, her tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh.

Abby didn’t know how satisfying it would feel to watch you fumble with your fingers fucking her, the control slipping from your fingertips with just a suck and a flick of her tongue. All of it gone too soon as she pries your shorts and panties off in a single movement.

As she removes herself for a second, you’re tasting her on your fingers, saturating the sweetness on your tongue. Only wishing her taste could be permanently embedded into your velvet tongue. A way to rinse yourself clean of all the impurities rotting in your brain, the taste of your cunt could bring the salvation you so desperately seek home.

“Luck for you—” She pauses as she decorates your soft stomach in kisses, “You’re about to come harder than you ever have before.”

Abby starts with flattening her tongue, a long and languid stripe of her tongue drags along your pussy, dipping her tongue in your clenched hole before guiding her rolling tongue on your quivering clit.

“But after this, and mark my words, you’re never going to want anyone else but me after this.” Before you can even argue, the collected spit in her mouth drips over your pussy as she slobbers the natural lubricant on an already drenched pussy.

“Fuck, Abby, what the—” Pushing your legs forward, knees nearly hitting your headboard as she spreads more of your cunt before she gives it her all. Focused entirely on one thing.

Like it’s an olympic sport, her mouth wastes no time at all. Sparing no expense when it comes to make you well…come. The muscle spares no restriction when it comes to your cunt, shoving her face in your pussy, the bridge of her nose nudging against your clit as she lets her fingers sink into a weeping hole.

The moans being released from your magnetic lips, Abby’s never heard before. Not from you or anyone she’s pinned down with her mouth. No regard for your friends who are just down the hall, hearing every word falling from your lips sound like a sanctioned prayer.

Curses of her name fly out of your mouth quicker than you catch them, sucking the soul out of your body as she claims you in ways you’ll never come back from — true to words — in a matter of moments she’s cockily proven to be better than anyone you’ve had before.

As you tug on the blonde roots, she glances up at you through hooded eyes, a chokehold of sultry as she divides her lips with her tongue as she doesn’t break eye contact. She holds it, just for you, as she watches and hears you scream when you slip another finger inside her. Abby curling her fingers is the last nail in the coffin as you fuck her gorgeous face.

Those gorgeous blue eyes rivaling the beauty of sapphires.

“God, gonna keep you right here forever. Always wanna hear you—” Abby moans into your swollen lips, kissing the sweet spot inside you, making the stars align perfectly in the back of your mind. “Say my name for me again, angel.”

You don’t want to give in. She’s manhandled the power right out of you, as if it never had been placed in your hands to begin with. Like she had domineered you into this position. Make a dominatrix into a submission princess. But truth be told, you lost focus and Abby was there to pounce on you. Waiting for her perfect moment and capitalizing on it.

“Don’t— fuck—I-I don’t think you deserve it.” You pause for a moment trying to control the shudder in your breath but you’re starting to believe it’s nearly impossible.

‘“I don’t?” Without warning, there’s a harsh slap to your lips, all three fingers sinking deeper into your clenching walls. “Want to tell me what I don’t deserve again? Or does my girl want to come?”

Before you can control it, there’s an animalistic groan pouring out of your lips, causing Abby to double down on her efforts. With deep breaths, you’re incredibly close, and with every stroke of her tongue she sends you closer to the edge.

A stroke of her tongue, a thrust of her fingers — it’s so close you can nearly latch onto it.

“You like that, angel? Want me to call you my girl?” You hate how cocky she is about it. Abby gleams with pride as you buck your hips into her face once again, whining at the possession. In this instant, solely belonging to the woman who’s eating you out like there’s no tomorrow, is the only desire you crave.

“Shut up.” It’s supposed to come out intimidating, a bit ruthless even, but it’s almost comical when Abby hums into your cunt. Not when you’re so close to painting her sun kissed-cheeks with pearly white cum.

It’s almost like she’s done this before with you, she uses her free hand to play with your nipple, like you told her it’s the one thing that can help bring you over the edge. Abby doesn’t stop sucking, on your clit, her tongue serving strokes to your clit as your thighs shake, squeezing her head as she refuses to relent her pace.

“Choke me out sweet girl, need my baby to come—” Abby locks her eyes on you, “Keep fucking my face, yeah, good fucking girl.”

Like a flower budding in the spring, Abby watches as your pussy flutters your stomach clenching, body writhing as she fucks you through it all.

“Don’t stop, oh fuck me, god, that’s so good. Baby, Ohhh—” She’s practically grinning into your cunt as you hear yourself sloshing against her soaked fingers, not letting her mouth release it’s iron-grip around the clit pulsating against her tongue.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet.” Abby is in amazement, savoring every moment of your body twitching to her touch. Until you’re spent, murmurs of too sensitive causes a small smile to grace her face. “You did such a good job, baby.”

Abby slips on the side your body isn’t taking up, staring at the ceiling with a cheshire grin as she hears your heavy breath. It’s more than you’re usually given. She only needs to hear you struggling to know how much truth it rings. No faith is needed to see what’s right in front of her.

Propping her head in the palm of her hand, elbow digging into the silky-satin, she can’t stop smiling at you. Half of you expects her to kick back to her normal routine of hating you — maybe Abby didn’t really like you. She just wanted to fuck.

“You know this doesn’t have to be a one time thing—” Abby draws random patterns into your skin with the blunt of the fingernail, pawing at the skin, desperate for just a little bit more of you. “If you ever want to see stars again.”

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” Shamelessly, Abby nods. The warmest smile spread on her face, it’s so infectious. Her genuineness rotting through your sourness, making something entirely too sweet for you to swallow but you take it on.

Even in fear.

“I thought it was cute.” She’s so bashful about it, her voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. Almost delicate.

“Mhm, if you say so.”

“I do.” She pushes a piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. The love in her eyes can’t lie, you hope it’s genuine. Abby can’t stop smiling so you choose to believe it is.

“Would you…uh—” She stutters out as you rub circles into her hips, “I wanted to ask you if you would like to go on a date sometime.”

“You know what’s cute? Playing god with my pussy but then being nervous to ask me out on a date.” You tease her. Immediately, her cheeks morph into crimson, trying to hide as much as she can with her hands but the damage has already been done. And you don’t feel sorry about it for one second.

“So, is that a yes?”

#idk bro i was thoting #i wrote this in three hours so it's probably shit but #i miss posting so #here you go!#also this is a raw dog post so excuse my errors #peace and much love y’all ♡#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson tlou2 #the last of us

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wingedfuncomputer · 11 hours ago

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The Outskirs of Town

Remmick x fem!reader

Summary: Living far from town with a father who treats you more like a maid instead of a daughter proves itself exhausting. Secluded like a bird in a cage, a boring cycle life becomes until a random man shows up one night striking up an innocent deal. In name of your chicken coop you accept letting him in. Though as time passes & whispers of violence roughing a sweet couple up around town has you rethinking this weird relationship you have created with the Irish stranger who seemed to come out of thin air.

WarningsNSFW: slow-burnish, naive!reader, if you squint fluff, racist undertones, racism, reader has a mean father, manipulative! Remmick, blood, dub-con, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), corruption kink?, somnophilia, No actual P in V, violence, vampirism, death!, nightmares, injury!, biting, Angst, spit

Word count: 14.6k Fic playlist!

From a far his eyes locked on her. Right as the sun set tending the little chickens, ushering them into the coop. Softly, she tried her hardest to close the door as if not wanting to scare them. A regular passer by wouldn't glance an eye she was a normal little thing, but not to him, not to Remmick.

It was primal how he always found himself being dragged back to her every time the sun decided to hide behind the horizon. Her sweat, her skin, her pulsing blood enticed him as if he'd known her before. She was too sweet to ravish like all those ol' people he had left a mess of before. He let himself get enveloped in the idea that his human mind,what little of it remained had.Affection. With that utterly disgusting revelation he decided to knock on her door to put an end to the feeling once and for all. Heavy, knuckles contacting the chipping paint of the wood.

You had been sweeping the floor when you heard a noise coming from the front door. A little startled you had halted confused by who would be visiting your father so late at night. Most people weren't out after sun down. "The floors ain't gon' sweep themselves keep at it girl". His gruffy voice made you grip the wooden stick tighter negating the fact it caused splinters to get stuck to your skin. It was old, long due to be thrown away but your voice was nonexistent in this house. With a small creak a hesitant humble very male voice spoke, "good afternoon... sir". You whipped your head around intrigued but found your father's body blocking the man behind the door. "State your business". He had never learnt kindness, it was a foreign thing to him. "I'm just a lowly traveler going on by, was wonderin' if you could offer some hospitality". A huff emitted from your father as the man continued. "My wife she's no longer with us.. I must find myself across the state but the sun is beating and unforgiving". Your heart ached for him, he sounded defeated. Your father surely would say mean ol' things to him and get violent. But suprisingly he laughed barking your name then orders at you, "fetch this man a cup of water". Only for a split second when he turned were you able to capture a glimpse, the man already looking directly at you. His features resembled your father's, except for his frame he looked thinner his face covered in what seemed to be a mix of dirt and sweat. You nod and quickly keep your eyes down. Whilst you grab a tin cup and fill it with water by the sink you hear the small hushing of their conversation asking where he was headed to and why. Your steps are weary making sure you don't spill the water.

"The Catholics did a number on my people kindness is hard to come by. Could you let me in don't want to bother the young lady ?" His first comment is what makes your father's demeanor change, you see it from a few feet away as his back tenses. He ignores the man's request, "Where you from boy?". Once only a few inches away you decide to lay down the cup by a piece of furniture near by. Eyes creeping behind your father's shoulders it was obvious to see the man was not a boy. There's a glint of a smirk in the strangers lips as he glances at you, "Ireland". That's when your heart drops, with poison your father spits "get your filthy Irish ass off my f*cking property".

"I don't mean no disrespect, I'd still appreciate that water" he takes a step forward which makes your father push him. You yelp afraid they'd have a full brawl and the innocent man would end up in his grave. "You won't get nothin' here ! Leave my property". Your hands goes up to your fathers arm as you can see his anger exalted, his fist itching to make contact with the Irish man's face. "Father please..." his face full of anger weighs in on yours before shoving your hand away and instead drags you inside once more. "It's best if you learn to keep away from men like that ." He speaks as if the man wasn't there, you can't help but take a look once more offering a look of apology.

That whole night you couldn't bring yourself to sleep tossing and turning, imagining what that poor man was going through. You didn't hear about him the following day or day after that until you found yourself reluctantly putting yet another dead bird into a sack. They were being ripped to shreds, you made sure the coop was secured each night so what could be killing them? It was sundown, the night air hitting your skin in a way that made your hairs stick up. " 'coyote... or fox" your body jolts hearing someone break the silent spell in the air. Immediately letting the bag fall and taking steps back as you twist to see who the voice belonged to. "Apologies I didn't mean to scare ya". It was hard to see in the darkness but the moonlight along with your small lamp on the ground allowed you to see enough to say, "your the man from a few days ago". He was standing behind the fence that surrounded your chicken coop. "Guilty as charged" you couldn't help but laugh along with him. "I'm Remmick" he extends his hand towards you which you can only just stare at. It would've been appropriate to say your name and envelope his hand but you don't. Remmick. "My Irish hands too dirty" he murmurs to himself which makes you start to ramble in apologies insuring his heritage nothing to do with your lack of a response. " of course not It's just that, no offense sir your a- your a...." Your stuttering makes heat flood your cheeks. "A stranger?" He says it so casually no anger laced in between his words just light heartedness. You both stare at each other in an awkward pregnant pause before you find the courage to nod. Guilt weighs in your soul after reflecting "I'm truly ashamed about what happened last time... that is no way to be treated". He just smiles a little huff of air being exhaled as he leaned into the fence, "it happens more than you know darlin' nothin' personal". His deep voice grumbles nicely when he calls you by that little pet name making your stomach flutter. It must've been as clear as the night sky you weren't allowed around men often let alone other people.

Remmick seems intrigued by you growing quiet, tilting his head to the side as he quirks , "the way across the state ain't an easy one.. staying around these parts is easier. would help if I had a place to rest... ". You would offer him your home in a heartbeat but you knew how your pops wasn't fond of him, let alone yourself. He could barely tolerate you. The strangers eyes are trained on your every twitch, chest constricting and trembling hands playing with the loose fabric of your skirt. It was quite nice really it felt like you were a lil' rabbit troubled by your surroundings. Yet You were unaware that the greatest danger wasn't your father, no not your father. It was the devil himself looming over you in this instant.

He smacks his lips making you look back at him once more. His pointer finger is near his mouth faking thought, "well I might just got a deal that could work for both 'f us". Your eyebrows furrow in confusion but you still hear the poor man out. "I can help ya with the lil' chicken problem... in exchange I get a piece of shelter". His eyes nudge at the forgotten sack beneath you then trail up your frame to your face. Your teeth grind trying to thinking If he helped manage the death of these chickens father would probably lay off my back, let me go back out in town for food or what not for he farm.

"So what da ya, say? You gon' let me in?"

You still hear it even after many days of accepting. The way his finger nail clicked on the fence doors metal handle, his words not menacing or inviting just there looming behind your brain and the stillness that overtook the night. He was your secret, like a little frog you hid beneath your bed covers from your father when you were younger. Except he took cover in the coop with the chickens and he was no frog... just a man with everything he'd lost weighing on top of his shoulders. And like those slimy little animals you gave him food and water usually late at night when your father wouldn't suspect a thing, not that he cared much for your safety.

The arrangement went well the chicken massacre was over in just short of days. You were given permission to go back in town and here you found yourself in the shop owned by colored folk. Your pops would be yelling at you through the top of his lungs but he wasn't here who would scold you then? He couldn't tell the difference between the white peoples and the not so white peoples food. It was all the same. You got a few stares here and there but didn't pay much mind your eyes were encapsulated by a nice pocket watch. Not too big to cost lots of money but still a good size your sure Remmick would benefit from this for his travels. "Well well don't tell me the fine lady got a man now?" You clutch the fine piece of metal in your hands but relax once you realize it's Genevieve a worker of the shop you've grown fond of. You shake your head trying to fight the blush surging on your face, "oh no nothin' of the sort just for a friend!". Her arms cross in front of her chest giving you that look of suspicion. "That's how it starts then next thing ya' know you'll be popping those babies out like a damn industrial machine". She speaks with a reminiscent tone. She was a mother of a new born with a doting husband they didn’t have much they were all she ever needed.You can't help but stifle your giggle, the idea of being that way with the Irish man hiding in your barn seeming much too far. Not that it hadn't cross your mind you were just a woman after all and he was a handsome man. "I barely even know him, just a few days n' countin". Her eyes widen with a smirk, "so there is someone!". You both walk towards the register that seemed to be isolated from the other part of the establishment. "He must be real handsome to be worth all this money. A real dream," she says sarcastically while she has the watch in her hand. You lay the rest of your groceries on the isle next to the register. It was pretty but out of your tax bracket maybe not your fathers but You're sure he'd notice right away on your big spending when the plentiful groceries were baren when you'd bring them back. "...your right, I'm dreamin' far too big " you let out self deprecatingly

"Aint nothin' wrong with dreamin' big, though I have to admit this gift is more of a husband typa gift. Unless... he be your husband?". "No...". She can see you grow a bit ashamed so she puts the watch back in a secure place before she brings out a straw cowboy hat. "You don't see these round here much, but very good for hard workin' men. Keep the sun out their face n' everythin'. Less than the watch... I'll even give ya a deal". If Remmick was traveling by foot your sure the sun would be unforgiving, could be easier to disguise the buy for yourself. Pops wouldn't bat an eye. "You make a good bargain I can't resist Genevieve". Well most bargains you fell victim to. As you pay for your things she puts the food in your home bag and places the hat a bit too big for your size on your head, flicking the edge. "Now go tell your man he'll have to make you a wife after this gift" you both laugh as you start walking away until her voice calls out to you right as your a few inches from the door. Turning around she gives you a tight hug which you try your best to return, "stay safe alright people goin' missing round here don't be one of 'em".

Her voice was soft and dripping with concern you thought about her warning as you walked back home. Still an hour or two till sun down which meant your father would be home soon. So quickly you got to cookin' dinner, a potato soup with corn on the side. Not the most cohesive plate but enough to fill the stomach up. With a rumble of an engine coming to a halt you knew he was home. Not so long after dragged in your father with no words exchanged sitting down to eat, you joined him in silence. Your heart was palpating as the sun finally set, in excitement of being able to see Remmick and giving him the hat you had bought him currently tucked away in your room. "Serve me 'nother plate" gruff cut and dry. "Yes sir" you got up going to the too small to even be considered pot with his bowl serving him more. As you placed it on the table there was no gratitude so you went back to your own bowl which you ate slowly. Once he was finished he left his plate deserted going upstairs to the washroom, the trickling of water alerted you to pass by the same room he was in to grab his clothes. The cold bucket of water outside was a perfect contrast to the slight humidity in the air. You tugged the large pants and shirt against the makeshift slab of wood and metal that helped scrape the clothes new. Even with the hair tie a few pieces of hair got in front of your face which you tried your best to shoulder out of the way. Maybe one day you'd run far from these grounds and start living not just slaving away doing chores. You squish the clothes riding them of the water extending them before laying them up in the clotheslines. With a deep breath you take a chance to intake the sweet oxygen. the small sweat building up proving the job was just a bit harder than it seemed

He was watching from the darkness in the trees, the adrenaline once fresh in his veins now soothing and left nothing but a linger. It became a ritual he could never get enough of. Having kept you alive was fun. Not something that only lasted a few minutes but could be dragged on for as long as he liked. He was the reason you were standing there right now tired from your chores. Your pulse seeming to call him like some sort of siren in the ocean. His feet silent beneath the summer grass.

You pondered of what Genevieve had said earlier about the towns folk going missing. The hollowness in the air along with the hanged clothes obstructing your view of the forest surrounding your house urged you to go back inside. With a quick turn you didn't expect for Remmick to be at your side. Automatically you slapped your hands over your mouth successfully hiding your yelp. "You gotta stop doin that!" You try your best to whisper. His creeping was perfect no evidence of sounds being heard as if he were some sort of ghost, maybe a warlock with witchcraft tricks. He tries his hardest to bury his small laugh inside the depthless of his chest throwing his hands up in surrender noticing your frustration. "Ya must know I can't help myself doll". You notice the sweat buildup on his forehead and the little dirt on his face. Swiftly you take the cloth wrapped around your waist dipping it in the clean water remaining then stepped closer to him, wiping it across his skin. "I know you can't seem to keep yourself clean either" you expected him to sass back but instead he just stares adoringly at you as you finish up focusing on his sweaty bangs. "Why would I? It'll probably be the only time you put your hands on me willingly, I'm trynna cherish it". his hand lifts up to your face caressing your cheek lightly before tucking that stray hair behind your ear. "That's not true.." your words died with his touch. His fingers on your skin make your heart skip a beat, body freeze and your throat run dry. He was being a flirt purposefully. Right? I mean he was usually this way just never so straight forward and touchy. As if knowing you were having a revelation he can't help but tilt his head and let his eyebrows raise.

"-your soup" you blurt out retracting your hand. Trying to unakwardfy the moment you clear your throat as you slowly walk away, "I'll bring you your soup, you must be real hungry n' I don't wanna make it grow colder". You don't give him enough time to respond shutting the door behind you, back pressed against the firm wood. Your hands come up to your chest, finally letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Uncertainty was growing in your head along with the small tingles that ran through your back from being do close to him .... Being able to see every pore, feel his touch his eyes and lips you'd bet he'd kissed many women in his life and you knew they had enjoyed it...how would it feel- enough! You push yourself off the door and get to pouring Remmick a bowl in a hastily manner. Your father's weight creaks under the wood floors but he pays you no mind instead goin' to sit on the small couch with his radio and newspaper in hand. The small grumbling of the static of voices was oddly comforting allowing you to carefully wrap a piece of corn on the cob around a rag. Before going outside you go upstairs to your room scouring for your knitted cardigan. It was a pretty shade of dirt brown with little specs of beige. As you slipped it on your eyes catch a glimpse of the cowboy hat you picked out for the ol' Irish man but decided against removing it from the edge of your bed. He’s just a stranger the voice in your head reminded you.

By the time you go outside once more you expect him to be waiting for you, in that same stance resting against the fence you've grown fond of but to no surprise it seemed he'd gone into the chicken coop early. You weren't sure why it made your heart weigh down on your chest. Though disappointed you don't let yourself fret, placing the bowl and corn right ontop the fence knowing he'd come out whenever possible. Maybe you should knock never know what if he just forgot. Your knuckles softly tapped on the wood not the one that belonged to the chicken coop but the fence. It wasn't to signal for him it was to merely trying to build courage for yourself to actually do so. Ultimately though you retreated back into your home.

Had he taken your abrupt leave as rejection? Was he bothered? Worse what if he no longer wanted to speak to you! Were the thoughts plaguing your mind throughout the day after. Juvenile ones you were ashamed to admit. "Tell me I'm a fool. Tell me I'm doomed please Genevieve" you whined to the woman you always came to bother. She was just a few years older but there was a certain maturity to her you loved like a mother. "Who's not when it comes to love, though I'd push back on the doomed.". "I wouldn't even say love, he's a complete stranger not even from here..". She halts the clothes she was folding completely, turning to look at you, "ya said he was your friend what do ya mean complete stranger n' not from 'round here ? ". It was stern as if the little small details you had mentioned about his appearance, sweet gestures and his "nightly visits" held no validity now. "Well he's not exactly my friend I've known for ages that's why I said stranger". But your poor excuse of a lie didn't faze her, immediately you cracked. "Alright I lied! I only know this man for a little less than 2 weeks he was just so sweet n' needed help but my papa don't like him so he's been staying in the coop where I keep all my chickens!". It was as if she was the one trying to catch her breath at your confession. "Before ya judge he's a very honorable man, he ain't do nothin' weird yet he helps keep the predators away from my small feathered friends n' I just provide him food, water ya know the basic necessities-" That's how you start telling her the whole story from start to finish of how that night when you met went down. All the nitty gritty and the pointless details.

"Oh child may the lord bless ya heart". You were unsure on how to react to her words, an akward smile hanging on your lips. "Is that meant in a good way or-?" She cuts you off before you can finish. "What in the world ya thinking'! You must wanna visit your grave early girl". You try to scratch the nervousness away behind your neck as you dash your eyes around the store. "It's not as bad as it seems Gene I swear". "Let me get this straight a man who came begging at your door, which your father kicked out, is now living in your barn house because he caught you late at night offered to help you protect your chickens so now your bending over backwards for him?". Even though you're afraid to you just nod. She sighs deeply, "I swear with the crimes appearin' round town I'd wish you'd be more careful". There's real sincerity in her voice which makes your tone turn a bit defensive. "I live on the outskirts news like that don't reach me so easily..". Theres a bit of silence in the air to make the gears in your head turn. "what exactly happened anyway?"

" some lady n' her husband near the outskirts aswell, don't know exactly where she lives.. or lived. No sign left of 'em just blood n' their baby. Many said it was a Horrible horrible sight wouldn't wish it on anybody" your body can't help but let out a small tinge of sweat afraid of exactly what fate the babe had met . "So are both of 'em alive?". "No one knows.. as I said lots of blood but yet no bodies" there was a linger of thick air between the both of you, unspoken yet very heavy. "Should probably get home then, I'll keep myself safe". You both said your goodbyes and off you were right as the sun met the edge of the horizon. The walk back had been nothing but peaceful, a weird ambiance of sorts seeming to loom, even the quiet of the house had grown intimidating. Though rinse repeat of the previous days as you made dinner and your father came in the door, eating then leaving you be busied you away such thoughts. While your pops went to sleep earlier, you on the other hand find your place outside once more leavin' Remmicks food out on top the fence like you always did. You were collecting the hens eggs when you noticed the grid near the top of their little home was slowly but surely ripping off. While you stood up to inspect the spot you caught glimpse of Remmick far away walking towards you. You lift a hand up and he does as-well It makes you notice something wrapped around his back. Throughout his stay he would busy himself in the day, you never pushed yourself to ask. You didn't think it would be quite appropriate to know his day schedule, he never asked yours... well not that he had to ask, you always told him the night before.

"Busying yourself with the hens now are ya". You smile at his introduction to starting a conversation. He joined you inside the fenced perimeter. After just a day or two you had grown to miss his voice. "You may protect 'em but I still gotta clean 'em n' their small home aswell. What's that you got?" You can't help but let your curiosity get the best of you especially when it came to something that looks like an instrument. He swiftly tilts whatever he has around so what looked like a guitar is now In front of him. With a small lean towards you he professes as if he were about to tell you something sacred, "this ol' thing is called a banjo, keeps me company late at night". Your eyes light up, repeating the instruments name in your head and the fact he hadn't lost his spark from a few days prior. Pops never allowed these kinda things here he told you a home was meant for quiet not to be filled with loud yapping and music. "Well you must play somethin' for me now". His fingers tap the edge of the banjo eyes locked onto yours before his voice grows husky. " beg real nicely n' I might just do it" your breath hitches at his words, eyes trailing down to where he was slowly rubbing small circles on the surface of the banjo. This minuscule action had you in a trance. What was he doing to you? What was this you were feeling growing deep in your bones at the depthness of your belly?

You did end up asking him, begging so sweetly he just couldn't resist to let you hear him play . A sweet tune you can't even remember the rhythm to, or his humming he offered. The only thing you were able to remember was the way his fingers strummed softly as you lay in bed. It was the last thing on your mind before the night gently coaxed you to sleep.

It was a fever that overtook your senses as you shifted back and forth in bed, sweat accumulating on your neck and forehead. An unexplainable throb growing between your legs while something wet slithered between yourself like the slits of a book. A plunge invading your most intimate part made you cry, head thrown back as your hips and hands tried to wrestle with this new feeling. It felt sinful, violating, a light sting causing pain, yet addicting. You didn't want it to stop, you didn't want the attack on your folds to end. A rumble, like a laugh made vibrations, shocks travel through your cunt inching that tightness in your stomach close to absolute destruction. You didn't want whatever was happening to stop. That's when you looked down, hands digging into a full set of sweaty hair, pulling to at least reveal the object of your greatest pleasure. Those ice cold eyes, toothy grin with a peculiar fang, his nose bridge. "Beg real nicely f’ me " he hushed his fingers still working overtime. But that's all you needed the puff of hot air on the place he had just been feasting right over your pearl. His eyes never leaving yours. Your moans grow, his name dying on your lips as all you can let out is strings of abnormal sounds as you feel your peak finally falling over.

A loud bang immediately has you sitting straight up in your small bed. "Sleepin' in is for the f*cking birds. Are you a bird?" You rub your eyes, still dazed from what your mind had just made you experience. Yet you know better than prioritizing regaining yourself quickly you groggily speak, "no.. no, I'm not sir". "Right your not so get your ass out the bed and start cleanin'!" He mumbles out strings of insults as he finally leaves the confines of your room. From the way the sun is blaring you were sure it was closer to noon than your regular wake up time.

You do what he orders ignoring the wetness between your thighs. He leaves and you were sure he wouldn't come back till next morning or next days midnight. He always had the habit of leavin' when the weekend came. Who knows where, all you knew is when he'd come back he'd be drunk out his mind n' rage enough to feed a whole herd of cows with his hands... you find yourself with infinite amount of free time finishing with cleaning the whole house in records time. So you sit near a window gazing at the sunlight, the birds, grass and faint butterflies here n there. It was quite odd really you had never gone past the perimeters of your house grounds only sticking to your home, the trail leading to the town and the town itself. The woods surrounding your home were quite dark, the trees even from where you were sitting seemed to have claws for twigs, all sorts of poisonous plants were just a few distance away and the wild animals.. the ones who had killed 1/4 of your chickens. All danger, you didn't have to put yourself in front of. The chickens invaded your view making you realize you hadn't treated the hens to a proper clean. With a small groan you lift yourself off the window ledge grabbing the cowboy hat you had bought a few days ago. You still hadn't found the courage to give it to him, even though a bit loose around your head it had really proved itself useful with blocking out the sun just as Gene had promised. Especially like now that you were grabbing buckets of water back n' forth, cleaning with rags the outside of the house along with the old broom. Even with the shade created on your face it didn't stop the relentless rays from causing unexplainable heat.

"That darn metal wire" you huff out, mouth dry. When you had believed to be done you took notice of the even wired fence on the top of the hens coop looking in worse condition than before. Did I not take care of this? Before your anger can get the best out of you, shame takes over it instead trickling in big waves. Remmick and his banjo... that's what got me distracted. You bite your lip scouring for pliers your father kept in a tool box near the coop. The sun was going down soon you told yourself you could catch a drink after you finish this last job. You have to really force your eyes to focus when extending yourself to try and reach the metallic fence. I won't replace it completely just wrap it around itself to keep any unwanted creatures out. Then I'll rest..

Your hands start to shake a bit and your calf's hurt due to you being on your tiptoes. Focus it's not that hard. Successfully you close 3 out of 4 wires needing one left. But then you hear a snap then a sharp sting running down your finger. You hiss in response and let the pliers go abruptly, which causes them to land on your foot. The overwhelming situation makes your breath lose evenness not helping the fight of lack of oxygen your lungs had already been dealing with. Your vision stars to be invaded by growing black splotches. "Sit.. I've gotta, do that..." so you do, hand tightly wrapped around your thumb both covered in that red essence. The sight of your not so little cut makes you grow even more light headed. Before you can even protest the darkness envelops you, too weak to even fight it your eyes gently flutter shut.

You feel it before seeing it. There's a huge pounding in your head that forces your lids to be no more than one centimeter open and a throb. Not a painful one, no one that expresses want on the southern side of your body. It's familiar, like the feeling you had freshly in the morning except unlike in your dream you clench on nothing. Only tingles you can grasp onto but it doesn't create satisfaction. what makes you drift your dazed eyes downward is the pressure felt on your thumb. It was hard to focus, everything was a blur you just catch the sound of wetness. Something holding your hand, it was draining you not just emotionally but physically. Subconsciously you moan it's soft and covered in the many layers of your throat yet this makes whatever is beneath you stop. As it looks up your corneas put in the work even if it's for just a split second. You see the silhouette of a man, unrecognizable with bright red eyes, mouth lightly covered in your dark essence and sharp teeth. It was human n' monster combined n' it was staring straight at you. Your system was beyond exhausted shutting you forcefully down again.

Your left in darkness for a while till you start stirring awake, something cold running across your forehead. "C'mon gotta see you wake up" that voice delights your soul a light murmur of his name under your breath. It earns you a warm grumbly laugh from the depths of his chest, "the one n' only darlin" . You identify the object pressing against your cheek as his hand you can't help but lean into it. Though you did not find absolute warmth you still enjoyed it. He brings a small cup up to your lips urging you to drink which you do. Your dry throat rejoices in the new source of water to quench your thirst. The slight flex to your hand which alerts you of a slight sting sends flashes of faux memories through your brain. The animal the thing sucking your hand or your thumb whatever it had been made you involuntarily jolt subsequently some water spilling on you from the cup. "Sorry, sorry" you quickly say between breaths your low energy not equipping fast reflexes. He quickly puts the cup down comforting you by rubbing his hands down the side of your shoulders. "Are you alright what happened?" You try to cough to hide the embarrassing way your voice wobbled. "I'm good 'just- I'm skittish remember?" You try to laugh it off but you can tell he doesn't buy it. He plays along though. This moment of silence allows you to completely regain your senses to see you were still outside, next to the coop in the last position you remember being in.

"I wrapped your thumb real good, shouldn't bleed no more ... what happened to ya? I swear when I walked up I thought ya were just bein' silly with me" ,you pull your injured hand closer to you at its mention. The pliers not so far from you push you to speak, "I was trynna fix some part of the chicken coop, cut myself, must've lost track of time given I've been out all day in the glazing sun..." the cancerous rays, the heat that seemed to be burning you from inside out. Your healthy hand slaps at your head finding it empty the ground at your sides makes contact with your hand aswell. "Lookin' for this sweet old cowboy hat?" His voice is cocky once you look up you realize why. The straw you bought for was on his head. Fits him perfectly not just around his skull but the way it also frames his face makes you believe it was made specifically for him in mind and he knows this. He can't miss an opportunity to tease, "Might keep it suits me well, your little brain don't fill it" now it's your turn to not laugh at his attempt to bring light heartedness into the air. You were still disturbed by the weird dream like nightmare you had experienced, adding on your injury aswell both weren't a good combo. Yet even with this you try not to dwell on the way the edges of his mouth tilt downward at your lack of enthusiasm. "That's actually for you.. I was meant to give to ya some time ago 'just was a coward". His mouth does a whole 180 his frown no more instead plastered on is a bashful smile. One that didn't have arrogance, teasing or any ulterior motives behind it. "Well aren't you just the sweetest doll face". You can't help but let the blush roam freely at his praise until that warmth in your belly returns along with a headache. "I should get to bed" as you try to stand a light whince leaves your lips the fact your foot was aching due to the heavy metal pliers that fell on them earlier coming to your attention. Remmick aids you in order to walk out the fence. The chickens were locked in the coop already, his plate of food gone. You don't realize any of this since having your body pressing onto his makes your brain mush.

"I can take it from here, I had just forgot those stupid pliers fell on my foot" you say as you finally reach the houses back door. He lets you go, "don't forget to clean that wound up tomorrow should help without your pops nagging early mornin'" you laugh and say goodnight the weakness in your bones catching up to you.

The next day right as the sun rises you sit in the kitchen table in silence. A news article from town you had collected left at your door and Alcohol from your father's stash on the table as you stare at the oddly physically pleasant gash infront of you. Something was odd, you've received your own fair share of cuts, scrapes and injuries none of them compared to this one. It was as if where the skin broke was just an illusion, no blood left to clean or seep out just your pink flesh beneath your skin. You shift in your seat recounting the lapping at your finger that sent tingles down to your feet. It was all so weird, you never had vivid dreams like those and you could still feel its presence around you. It's hunger, need to suck you dry... but was it your blood it wanted or your soul? You sound like a kid overanalyzing your nightmares. It was just a nightmare that was all, you told yourself. Plus if any weird animal had been near you Remmick would've of noticed. He would've done something. Would he?

Your brain seems to be enjoying playing devils advocate forcing you to shake your head and stand from the chair in disagreement. Though you connected that the newspaper you had read. 'Couple missing child dead' was who Genevieve must've been talking about. No longer wanting to let your brain to spiral out of control you decide a shower would probably serve you well. So you do just that letting the comforting hands of the water caress your naked body while the wound on your hand isn't affected by the soap. You hum to yourself a tune one you've never heard of before, didn't even know the words to yet your brain simultaneously did. Something so normal you did everyday made you wonder back to the couple from town. 'Bert and Joan' the article of their tragedy had mentioned their names. Were they vigilant knowing something would happen or were they doing their daily tasks like you were right now? They were probably enjoying day until someone decided to make a mess of their lives let alone a baby. Whoever had done that deserved the worst penalty a judge could offer. It sadness your heart too much that you push the subject to the back of your brain. After you brush your hair out and put a new pair of fresh clothes on you decide to take a look at the small box you kept hidden away in your closet. It was your mother's. The only thing you had left of her.

There's few letters you read over too many times to count while growing up, miscellaneous objects and a photograph. It was in black n' white starting to peel right over her face. This photograph had been the only thing that connected you to your mother. now all that was left was a still picture of her beautifully clothed frame and one quarter of her face. Maybe it was for the best, you didn't know much about her and your pops said she just up n' left one day. You still held onto hope. The way she wrote, expressing her emotions just didn't seem to coincide with the woman your father portrayed her to be. What catches your attention though is this book, very dusty n' old. The secrets of the past, your hands trail over the title indented on the cover. Looking at the table of contents it seems to be an explanation book for medicinal recipes, herbs, then towards the end of the book you see "creatures". While trying to flip the pages over to that section you go downstairs. It's past mid day, the sun still strong so you lay down on the couch. With the book in your hand you start reading about wendigos and skin walkers of the sort. Their stalking abilities, ways to manipulate their prey, sharp teeth, their need for human flesh. That specific part was underlined, someone had read this book with passion, little notes on the side, phrases circled. Maybe your mother or a familiar... while you continue your investigation somewhere along the way you knock out. Cold and surrounded by darkness there’s Voices that start to whisper in your ear. They're indescribable except for the way it sounds like they're reciting a prayer. There's no fear just tranquility their hushness proving comforting. You can't relish in it long until they start getting louder a tone of desperation infecting them. Then your name being repeated. You try to move, stir yourself awake but nothing works. Your heart beat rings in your ears taunting you along with their cries, blood curling screams. A voice overtakes all of them in screaming your name.

You sit straight up gasping for air, chest rising and falling dramatically. It felt too real the vibrations of their voices still living deeply inside your ear drums. There's no time left to help yourself focus on calming your tremors down until a knock echos through the living room. Your blood pressure spikes from the sound but you force yourself up. It was dark out making you realize your nap took more than what you believed. The floor creaks underneath your bare feet with every step you take. Once you reach the door you hesitate. What if I'm going insane with stress and you're just hearing things? It was dark out, you were alone with no way to defend yourself... you decide on the next best course of action. Peaking through the medium sized window the door had your fingers pushed the drapes aside eyes coming in contact with a man facing away but you knew that sweaty hair anywhere and the banjo strapped on his back.

Quickly you open the door relieved to see Remmick as he turns around the cowboy hat you'd given him in hand. "Hey sweetheart" but you don't give him a response. He notices your eyes darting left and right the way you fidget with your fingers as if trying to tie a rope. Due to the lack of communication back he speaks again, "you alright 'seem on edge?". You try to brush it off but he moves forward on the little steps located at the front of the door. "I'm here for ya, 'can tell me anythin' ". He was at your doorstep, close to your house something he never did because he was overly cautious of your father catching a glimpse at him. An unspoken rule. "don't forget to clean that wound up tomorrow should help without your pops nagging early mornin'"

"Should help without your pops nagging early mornin'"

"How'd ya know?" You ask before thinking. He's a bit taken back by the out of the context question. "What da ya mean?". "How'd ya know my pops wasn't here?" You can see the warmth in his eyes falter for only a split second subconsciously you stopped leaning towards him. He laughs in your face making you rethink the sudden hostility on your end. "Cars gone, got hurt yesterday with no one to help, he'd done somethin' similar last week? 'Don't know darlin' don't take a genius to figure this one out". You sigh in disappointment at yourself joining him in a chuckle. He was the only one who cared for you, never hurt you, someone you considered a confidant sort of like Genevieve back in town. "Sorry, don't know what's wrong with me I've just been havin' these nightmares must be the stress.." you rub your temples dragging your hair away from your face. He quiets down his voice more cut dry and for the first time since you met him you heard him sound unsure "What these nightmares about... if you don't mind me askin' ". You look up at him once more eyebrows scrunching trying to recall. "I'm not sure.. uhh monsters, voices or somethin' it's odd" it's not that you didn't want to tell him, you just weren't so sure of it yourself."Well good things they're just nightmares" he hums as he seems to be analyzing you. His gaze made you surprisingly uneasy but this feeling dwindles as he chirps . "There's this place over by the forest, it's where I find myself more often than not ... throughout the day of course. It's real sweet with a stream, nice little area to sit n' sing where the air hits nicely. Would love to share my place of paradise with ya if ya'd want to f'course".

It seemed enticing, intimate, but the crickets in the air and darkness that seeped from the forest haunting the background made you shake your head softly, "sorry.. not today". You had never been one to deny him you were always so eager to please. He forces a smile, "I understand, im a man here asking a lady to take a stroll along the concealed forest alone in the late of the night" you can see him take a few steps down the small flight of stairs. "It's not that Remmick, I really would love to it's just..." you can't find the words, the excuse, because it didn't exist. "... just can't" The last string of events had scrambled your brain like eggs in the morning. You weren't sure what to put faith in. With this rejections you can feel the disappointment In the way his shoulders drop. "It's alright.. I'll be, heading to sleep then, go catch your own z's ". His poor excuse for a laugh following his words was awkward. You should reach out to him, grab his hand before he goes too far for you bare feet could reach. But you never do watching as he settles inside the fence you can only murmur a small "goodnight" that doesn't even reach his ears. the small click back from the door signifies your end of the night as you lock it. You don't glance at the clock just dragging your feet on the floor all the way up to your room. Unlike before where you would just knock your self out with boredom instead you are subjected to torture by your lack of a dormant brain. The inability to succumb to sleep being the perpetrator. You wasn’t insomnia just the fleeting thought of danger being near never leaving, it was like you knew something was bound to happen something terrible, but couldn't pin point exactly when. Your father hadn't come home, the stressful nightmares, remmicks odd behavior or was it yours? This was all too much to digest. You sit up from your bed abruptly standing no longer being able to force your eyes shut to pretend sleep. Hours have already gone by. A glass of warm milk would ease the nerves.

You didn't want to waste anymore time putting a small metal pot over the kitchen stove and fetched the milk pouring no more than a cup and putting the white gallon back in its designated space. With a repetitive tick the flames came to life putting in the work to heat up the milk. You sigh, the nightgown you had on was very weightless, soft and borderline sheer but breathable. It allowed the air from your bedroom fan to save your overheating skin in the night. The sudden feeling of your hairs sticking up from your arms and neck have you holding yourself in a hug. Face darting left and right to find anything to explain the cause but only the endless darkness is to find. You grumble turning off the stove not caring if the milk was treading the fine line between cold and warm. You chug it, big gulps no complains, it wasn't that usual warm feeling that traveled through your intestines just bland mildness. You slam the cup down having to drag your forearm to remove some of the excess. Sleep. Now go to sleep, your bedroom. You take steps to go back, the lights being right before the stairs working in your favor. Once you you hear the click your vision returns to being useless. Mind set on one goal finally catching sleep but a shuffle very soft that could be easily missed if not paying attention makes you freeze in place. There's an urge to turn but you tell yourself to keep going on your way for your own sake. Eyes forward move forward. You don't though, instead you slowly twist your head behind you out of curiosity. It was the same sentiment as being adamant on seeing a spider hiding below your bed instead of living in blissful ignorance and pretending its presence wasn’t there. Except this wasn’t a 8 legged friend. You were seeing eyes glowing back at you as clear as the stars in the night sky. They weren't a beautiful shinny white, odd green or blue like a wild animal.. no a menacing blood red. This should've sent you flying up the stairs but they're hypnotizing persuading you to stay a little longer. It doesn't move making sure you know that it sees you too. With the obscurity of the lack of light you can't make up much apart from its eyes, too far away near a window to even see if the creature was inside the 4 walls of your home or outside. A light breath leaves your soft lips, you could feel the blood rushing in your veins the way your pulse beats. Hesitantly you turn yourself back towards the stairs. This time you do what you told yourself, what you should’ve done in the beginning. Walking up you forbid yourself from looking back, making your way back to your bedroom you finally crawl back into the cold sheets. Your Dazed, staring at the ceiling while pinching your own arm to make sure you weren't in a dream. You were convinced you had officially gone insane. Nightmares are one thing, hallucinations are another. Must be the lack of sleep. You landed on that excuse and finally after a few long dragged minutes you felt the heaviness of your eyelids stars to weigh themselves down. You let it consume you but peace didn't follow.

There's a thud making shuffle but it doesn't sound loud enough to make your eyes open wide. Just squint until inevitably you groan, choosing slumber over worrying. Sleep.

A whisper tingles the shell of your ear . A breeze makes you shiver subconsciously clutching the sheets to keep you warm. That masculine voice around your ear is back again wrapping around your brain like a blanket of safety and security. Something slithers inside your inner thigh, caressing, teasing the supple skin making your breath hitch. It was soft and felt so right. You craved more, opening your body and soul up to the feeling letting it climb up and take as it pleased. No hesitation just need. An offering is what you were, letting it build a home inside, beneath your skin, allowing it the privilege to consume you. And it did, a sharp sting your mind can't even process correctly develops somewhere in your body. A sound comes from your mouth but was it from pleasure or pain?

Your eyes scrunched, a groggy moan ripping from your throat out of frustration. The bright day light hitting your cornea forcing you to wake. Whilst sitting up you crane your neck back and to the side feeling a temporary relief. You shut your eyes, smiling from feeling so free. Even if you were sleep deprived there was some sort of energy helping you feel content. Opening your eyes you pulled the covers off, standing, it isn't till your changing clothes you feel a cold sweat invade your body. While lifting the weightless satin dress you see two bigger than normal bites on your wrist. You could've brushed it off as a bug bite, some spider but you knew that for it to hold validity the spider would've had to been a huge tarantula and craving human flesh or blood. You feel your eyes water, this wasn't caused by a human or animal. So like some afraid child you quickly make haste putting on the necessities skipping brushing your hair and run out of your room ignoring a light stench in the air because your father was of greater concern . It wasn't long till mid day surely he'd be downstairs. "Papa..?" You hesitantly speak once in the living room but only silence greets you. In desperation you go to grab the back door to check outside and you find it unlocked. It was already a weekday today you had forgotten, he was probably at work probably came home and left, that would explain the unlocked door. But he if made it home he would've woke you up early. He hates when you oversleep. There's many thoughts racing in your head as you pace back and forth. You'd just go to the last place you knew he had probably visited, the town.

The roads hug your shoes as you walk by the side walk. As each person passes by you ask if they have seen your father describing him even trying to show them a a picture from home but they all either ignore you or seem far too uninterested. You had wrapped your arm tightly with a bandage to cover your bite which you couldn't help but tug on. It was creating an uncomfortable friction. There was a familiar sign across the street the likes of the people were much kinder there, Genevieve was a great example. But you knew you father wouldn't be caught dead on the other side of the road let alone in a shop full of "foreign useless people". So You go inside the white owned shop instead knowing he'd surely buy his liquor here. While going in you hold the door open for a woman and her child, the child mutters a cute thank you which you try to reciprocate with a 'your welcome' but the mother gives you a nasty look tugging them away.

You stand there at the entrance a bit weary as you finally have to face the many side eyes people were giving you. A particular man stands out who was walking your way, a smile comes up to your lips, rehearsing your lines in your head but he makes contact with your shoulder roughly instead. There's a slight clench of your heart at this, but he goes on as if nothing, paying the cashier for his booze and leaving. Your left there looking stupid and lost. The past days had been miserable leaving you with little will. Should've gone home-should've just waited and stayed home. As you're beating yourself up you don't notice the cashier coming from his side of the counter to you. His kind eyes looking at you snap you out of your thoughts realizing he greeted you, even with a stutter you greet him back. "Is there someway I can help you?". The first person to ask, you try your best to not let your voice wobble, "I- yes.. I'm trynna find my father he's missin' ". He's listening to you muttering out a small, "that's terrible". " it is haven't seen him for days n' I've gotten concerned. But he's usually along these parts of town especially durin' the weekends so I'm sure someone has spoken to or atleast caught sight of him" while your rambling you don't see how he's luring you outside, using the fact you were following him to his advantage. His expression is one of understanding or so you thought, "look I'd really love to help you just can't be bothering the people in there". "I wasn't- that wasn't my intention I.." you realize what he's doing now, feeling the heat of the sun once more. There's a pause in the conversation both of you staring at each other. He simply tilts his head in 'I don't care what you got to say just leave I'm trying to be nice'. Then someone calls out to you from behind with cheerfulness, it isn't till you turn you see finally who it is. "Haven't seen you round' no more how has your chicken coop been?". Her warm voice provides some instant relief from the stress. You allow Genevieve to envelop you in her arms. You even squeeze a little tighter. "Don't come back near my store again or it won't be pretty" the sudden hostile voice of the once delightful cashier leaves you a bit angry but you don't voice it.

"It be best if we go back to mines," she grabs your hand leading you to the other side of the road but you dig your feet in the ground not letting her. Whatever it was inside you or around you it was always following not so behind form your last step. You didn't even know if whatever had bit you was contagious so even with her oh so soothing hand consoling yours you abruptly let go. "I can't.." she turns confused, "what do ya mean you can't?". The top of your teeth catch your bottom lip in a nice grip. For once in your life you wished she wouldn't be so caring so tender and concerned for your well being. "What's wrong?" Yet another question of hers that meets no answer instead you slowly add space even if it's a just a few centimeters. She sees the picture of your father in your hand and the way your eyes were on the brink of tears something was undoubtedly wrong. "Girl don't be silly with me now n' answer me" she grew loud frustrated with your silence garnering attention from the townsfolk. Your hand fumbles with the edges of the band around your wrist. If she just knew maybe she could help me I wouldn't have to deal with this alone. It happened so fast her hand tugging the cloth , you pulling away in attempt to prevent it from slipping away revealing the two puncture wounds that were now accompanied with purple and yellow hues. You can't help but gasp slapping the skin, covering it with your hand desperately looking around.

Genevieve's eyes were wide a look of disbelief or was it fear overtaking her face? She had heard the murmurs of creatures far beyond the physical realm from her ancestors. When the two people from town went missing it was all the people around her could talk about . The creature with sharp teeth, serpent split tongue Who's diet consisted of consuming human blood. It seemed far fetched but it was all true and now one of her dearest friends have come in contact with the being and bitten. Under her breath she whispered, "vampire".

You felt exposed like Eve had felt under the gaze of the lord in the garden of Eden; Shame, guilt and Alienation all in one. When you feel the cold tear run down your hot cheek is the moment you start running ignoring the calls for you to stay. The adrenaline pumping from your heart makes you run miles, with no brakes just your legs pushing till they finally make it to the only place that seemed to cause all these problems. Your home, but you don't go inside. Instead you go to your chicken coop wanting to be enveloped in its darkness, the constant patter of the chickens feet simulating a tune and the smell of pleasant must. It reminded you of Remmick. He'd surely come home soon and rid you of your worries, destroy the chaos. You sniffled into your shoulder, cowering like defenseless animal in the corner of the chicken coop. The small gurgles of the chickens offer you an environment to be able to sleep even if it was just pretend. You lose track of time, sun finally setting and wake up when you can't catch a break from the chickens pecking at your skin. The stiff chips of wood stick to your skin but you don't mind releasing them as you stand. With the small creak you stumble outside praying to find your pops car out front and his harsh voice reprimanding you for not having cleaned the house so you could erase the anxiety running rapid through your body as a terrible dream. There's no sight of any of those things though just the lousy cicadas in the night air.

Psst. The noise made you whip around only the darkness present. "Hello?" You speak daringly into the void of the night, heart thumping. "Still gotta work on the not jumping like a little rabbit every time ya'r scared" you can let out the trapped breath in your chest as you see a very care free remmick walk up to you from the outside of your fence. You would've gone to him in an instant if it weren't for the two people behind him. Noticing your hesitance to get closer he experimentally spoke, "brought some friends with me too if you don't mind". They were smiling warmly at you but it felt so empty, their faces reflecting that of the nullified night surrounding them. "Remmick-" you were about to tell him to make them go away, that you just needed a moment alone with him. The whole day you had been waiting. Though picking up on your distress he caught you off guard asking a rhetorical question, "is it the nightmares again?" . You foolishly try to answer "yes but-". "Well your in luck that's why I brought my good ol' couple from in town to try n' cheer ya up" as if on que the 3 of them readied their instruments ignoring your protest and they started playing. It was harmonic very beautiful but to you in this moment it sounded like sharp metal scratching on another metal surface. Undoubtedly Irking your soul. "I picked poor robin clean" the 3 of them sang at the same time but in 3 different tones that came together skillfully. "Picked poor robin clean". You bit your lip in bubbling anger their voices becoming more irritating than their instruments by the second. Certainly you'd explode into a fit of rage, we'll that was until the next line, "picked his head, I picked his feet, I woulda picked his body but it wasn't fit to eat". Their joy, their genuine smirks especially Remmicks when singing those words unnerved you. A jolly tone with odd words that traveled down your spine "oh I picked poor robin clean...

they continue, their words fade out in your head eyes unfocusing as you get sucked into the back of your mind where your thoughts remained. You didn't want to believe it or even consider the very fact that the young couple in-front of you could be who the towns people had whispered about like some sort of myth. If they were what was Remmick doing with them? Was he the one who terrorized them and their babe? your mind recalled many of the times you had found his behavior odd. He only met you in the darkness of night, disappeared during the day, he was the only one who had access to your home. The bruise on your arm he hadn't even pointed it out. He was innocent you pushed back against your thoughts. And you would prove it.

As their song comes to an end stillness hangs in the air. Remmick stands there waiting for you next move. Realizing how guilty you looked you tried to cough the hesitance stuck in your throat. "I never caught y'all's names". Having all 3 of their eyes on you felt like you were back in the town. Except this time it was much more carnal like predators surrounding their prey. You shift on your feet, remmicks demeanor changing as he leans into the fence form the outside. The couple doesn’t answer just staring ahead as you hear Remmick chuckle, "well.. this right here is Joan and he, he's Bert". You feel your heart drop to the earths core at this revelation, face full of alarm. you try changing it but God knows it's far too late. He notices and knows that you know.

"Took ya so long" your confused at his words but he doesn't waste a beat to quickly diminish your doubt. "I was startin' to think that little brain of yours wasn't good for much". You're unsure if to be offended and hurl a venomous insult back or cower away . His body defies gravity for a second as he lifts himself over the fence standing between the both of you far too easily. "W-what did you do?" There's still hope inside you that this was just a big understanding. "What I do to them .. or to you?" He nudges his head behind him then to you. His eyes trailing up and down your frame until getting stuck on your wrist. This time you don't cover your wound unlike back in town. When his eyes finally lift themselves to yours you see them shine a deep red. The same deep red that tournamented you yesterday night and dreamed about belonging to that creature who sucked your thumb feverishly while his mouth was covered in your blood. A dream. you can't help the way your chest starts to constrict, eyes stinging. He lets out a cold laugh faux concern, "oh please don't cry doll I'll love it too much n' I'll just be forced to make more pretty tears come out of ya." As he takes a step forward you take a step back. It becomes a twisted game he enjoys while teasing your desperation. The sadistic way he showed worry yet loved your helplessness left you disheartened with the idea of this going back to normal. The way things had been when you met him"Stay away.." your voice is weak and wobbly, hands coming up to signal his halt. He doesn't listen leaving you back to the fence as your hand touches his chest. Remmick wasn't a tall man just average but when he got this close to you it made him feel giant. "Thats not what you wanted last night" his empty breath hits your face, an act you may have yearned for before but not anymore. There's a shudder running through you as he presses his body into yours, his leg between your thighs inching your skirt up. You turn your head in shame, knowing exactly what he meant. Despite the mental acknowledgement of the danger this man posed your body still desired him responding eagerly.

He thrived seeing you like this the woman so poised and respectful he had met in tears from her own disgusting desires. An infection he grew to become, corrupting not just your thoughts but body, mind and soul. Nothing could sadate his carnal lust just like you but he wouldn't get ahead of himself yet.

His hand drags your sight back to him with only a finger on your chin. Your pliant submission was back but out of fright not real trust. This time you notice his appearance change again apart from his peculiar eyes. The clear, thick liquid seeping from the right of his mouth. Spit. And the sharp fangs his k-9's became as he smiles at you. It clicks in your head the last words Genevieve had muttered out to you "vampire". You expect him to take a bite to end your life but instead he takes a step back leaving you to fend your weight against gravity. "Should go see if daddy's all good upstairs, haven't seen him out here all day" his voice drips with sarcasm. You take a step back expecting him to play with you more but he doesn't. While you slowly walk away, opening the fence door you take one final look behind him. The couple he had came with was still behind the fence sitting idly by as if they were hypnotized.

When your a good feet apart you dash inside and up the stairs having to fight the growing stink in the house especially when you reach the second floor. "Papa!" You call out to him , the hall seeming too dark and longer than usual. There was the adrenaline rushing through your veins that urged you to be faster . As your warm hands grab the handle of your father's room opening it wide the stench of death hits you before the sight. You have to cover you mouth from the smell and absolute horror. There was blood all over the walls, bed his body and his head... it didn't seem quite attached to the rest of him. Eyes wide in shock staring directly at you as if he had kept the face from probably seeing the monster Remmick was. You didn't let yourself see the specifics of the plethora of wounds on his body slamming the door shut. You have to fight the gag trying to push its way out from the bottom of your stomach. A light headedness winds you as your walking away hand over your stomach from the unsettling scene you had witness forever engraved in your brain. One wrong step as your going down the stairs has you tumbling down. You grunt and let the tears you have kept at bay finally spill rushing down with no limit. You weakly get up close to the kitchen table where the liquor from the morning still laid. Your heart clenched at the reminder of this bottle always being around your dad's hand along with his pestering. He may had grown rude and absent for most of your life but he would always be your father. The man who once was a child who did wrong but was still half of you. You bite you hand in an attempt to get rid of the overstimulation of your lymphatic system. Not caring if it drew blood. "The sadness will subside, will weaken with time. sacrifices must be made for freedom".

Your mood soured hearing his voice. He sounded like a fucking preacher what was he now your savior? Is that what he tought. That he had been doing you a service murdering your father like some wild animal with no dignity? There was an unexplainable fire starting to build in your chest. "I can offer freedom that never dwindles, never ceases to exist. Ya won't be anyone's caged bird anymore-". With not another thought you let your instincts take over swiftly grabbing the almost empty liquor bottle and swinging it behind you. He doesn't for see your sudden action not moving out of the way fast enough all you hear is a big thud. The bottle still gripped tightly your hand with no crack. His head is turned toward the direction of your swing, eyelids twitching as he seemed to be taking in the hit. You stand fiercely a mere a feet or two away. You expect anger a violent action back in response but instead he chuckles condescendingly. "you’re letting anger cloud your judgement doll" . You wished you would’ve never been nice to him, never let him in your home and watched him rot out in the wilderness. “Let that go” he commands seeing the way your grip on the bottle doesn’t lessen. “No..” your eyebrows furrow “ya just don’t get ta decide things for me, y-ya can’t just do this ‘didn’t ask for any of this! ” even through the sadness is still evident in your body, you still find your voice. His words your genuine protest made him displeased . He had seen you marble at utterly anything normal, his instrument, himself and the way you responded so sweetly to his touches. You were a bird in a cage. Your father had willingly created your life to revolve around him and he had simply given you the choice now to be with him instead. Were you just plain ol’ stupid? “Ya needed this, I saved you from your helpless nights, the endless chores, the boring ol’ cycle of your insignificant’ life became”. This is when you see him start stomping over to you with a glint of fire behind his eyes. “I didn’t need no saving” you spit out while your lower back was pressed on the floor able. He calms down before grabbing a hold of your jaw before uttering out, “oh my sweet little dumb thing, you do”. Those crimson eyes slice through your wrath realizing no matter how much you protested there was no way out of your predicament. No matter the many ways you sliced it he couldn’t be moved, like some heavy boulder restricting your path. “You all do..” his sharp nails dig into the skin of your cheeks making them sting. There’s a small but heavy knock at the front door that doesn’t make him react just letting your calmly go. Retracting himself from you he watches as you wrestle with the choice of opening the door or not. His look was forbidding but would require trust from you which he had run out of. It was ultimatum that hung in the air without being said , ‘open the door and your reject him or leave it be then open your arms to the sweetness of “salvation” ‘

Another heavy knock seeming more desperate had you turning and directly heading to the door not caring for Remmick any longer. You weren’t sure who you were quite expecting maybe a passer by, another stranger. “You had me stressing’ girl why’d ya not answer fast enough?” Her honeyed voice and her careful glance was such a contrast to the way you looked now. “My lords heaven’ what happened to you!” Genevieve tries to come inside and grab your cheeks now decorated with little droplets of blood streaming down. But you semi close the door on her not completely but just enough to stop her from coming in. “Gene you have to leave- you can’t be here” your hands shakes on the door knob. You didn’t want her to be affected by the consequences of your own actions. Seeing how far it got you father you didn’t want her to meet his same fate but she didn’t listen. “Look I know what I did back in town was horrid I truly apologize for that.” Every time you try to open you mouth to interject she elongated her sentence. “ I came here to make things right to make sure you okay and to say I can help you I know-“ she’s caught off being pounced on like animal by something or someone out of your line of sight with a thud. You were about to react until a hard hand comes to the door from your side slamming it loudly closed. All you are left to do is be willfully tormented by her screams of agony as Remmick locks the front door. “Promised my ol’ couple some food, they were just hungry as dogs” he says this sentiment with sort of lightness, even letting out a small ‘woof woof’. Your stomach twists in disgust and terror having to create distance between the both of you.

He tsk'ed in disappointment at your choice. Noticing your desire to push him aside he doesn't shy away from twitching his upper lip to show you his gnarly fangs. "What a shame I really did like Genevieve" he mocks you slowly moving forward. Another blow to the muscle pumping in your chest called your heart wetting your dry cheeks once more in tears. What would you say to her husband and her kid if you walked away alive. You wouldn't have the courage to look them in the eye and tell them about your cowardliness. How you watched their mother die whilst you were inside in the comforts of your home.

With a scream you rely on instincts jumping on Remmick . This time he expects your fit of violence being able to take your arms in his grasps. You try pushing and pulling to break free but nothing budges. He wasn't a big man so why in the hell could you not be strong enough to fight his hands? It looked like a dance you both were having with your twisting and turning making you really live out the ambiance of a juke joint wild but free. It isn't until your able to kick him that your able to make him loosen his grip to break away. His rough voice calls out as you dart to the kitchen trying to find something to arm yourself with,"All this fightin' wont end up pretty for ya" you ignore him now scowering the plethora of eating utensils in the cabinet. "givin' ya a warnin' you should really heed darlin' " his cockiness, the pet names is what you wanted to wipe clear from his face forcing his mouth to never speak again. You turn to face him standing in the middle of the room with a knife. Shiny and anything but dull. His eyes seem to light up at the thought of you wielding such a dangerous object. Not a spec of fear in his nonexistent soul as you walk up to him eyebrows furrowed, a scowl on your face and all. "Don't be silly and give me that thing" He had played this game before long ago. Your genuine hatred was being conveyed in one single long look, fingers clenching in dire need to cause damage. He extends his hand up for you to lay the knife in his hand to submit.

Instead once you're close enough with no hesitation you pierce his hand not just slashing but digging it in until you could see it from the other side. With haste you twist it back at him so the sharp metal is now threatening his chest. With a burn in your thighs and all your might you push forward successfully overtaking any attempt of a protest to your attack. There's a loud grunt from him as the fact the knife dug deeply into his upper chest. It's quickly overtaken by the fact he loses his balance, back against the small sofa sending him backward into it and taking you along with him. Somewhere while taking the fall you let go of the knife to protect yourself instead. Winded you try to catch your breath looking over to the side you realized you had missed the edge of the coffee table by an inch. What terrifies you is seeing Remmick stand up, his unwounded hand grabbing the knife handle twisting out of his chest and hand simultaneously with a squelch. You think this is when he’ll get his comeback digging the knife into your heart as he stands above you. Bracing yourself your eyes close but instead you hear the cling from the knife being thrown aside. His Hands coming to the collar of your blouse lifting you up with no difficulty and harshly sending you crashing into the coffee table. The glass breaks instantly some of the wood creating a hard surface to simulate a hard punch to your gut. “Thought you’d be different but you’ve got a fire that never dies just like your mother”. He’s out of breath as he speaks and when he mentions the woman you have never met you wish nothing more than to commit cold blooded murder. Your hands extend in-front of you carefully to attempt to lift yourself up but his foot comes to press down on the skin on the other side of your palm. “she wanted nothin’ more than to desperately live that’s what made it so much more excitin’ to snuff her out”. You cry out in agony as the pressure of his foot causes specs of glass to carve a home into your palm. He decides it’s enough when you pathetically paw at his shoe. You’re able to take a glance at the disgusting wound before you’re being dragged from your collar again. No care for the way the destroyed table poked and burns your knees or body. He brings you all the way up to the wall facing the front door and forcing you on your feet. Your knees are giving out but he makes sure to hold you in place steadily by your neck

“What do ya desperately want hmm?” He teases with a tap to your cheek as he watches you became the defenseless rabbit he knew once again. Red teary eyes defeated just accepting what would be made of you just like your father and Genevieve. This sight arouses him inching his face closer he breathes onto you obnoxiously, “could’ve had so many delicious nights with ya stuck on my mouth oh do I miss your heavenly taste” you spit at him for talking about you as some sort of object. Realizing all those “dreams” you believed to have had were nothing of the sort. Just your mind trying to make sense of events happening to your sleeping body to warn you of the violating creature you’re ashamed to call a man infront of you at your wake. His wet muscle slides out from his mouth, tongue split in two like some sort of serpent to lick it up from the side of his cheek. A big grumble of satisfaction form his chest. “Now I need me some more”. His lips come to yours not in the doting way you expected your first kiss to be but hungry and lustful. You fight against him the sloppy kiss making spit smear all over your lips. Your teeth chomp down in order to make him stop biting his lip , hard.

he curses letting your neck go sending your sliding down. You thought of fighting again or fleeing but your body was far too tired. So instead You're stuck in place fighting the heaviness of your eyelids and tasting the irony substance in your mouth. He squats down infront of you with a lip decorated in red.

Forced you are to look at the man before you that you once considered a friend, dare you say lover, finding him to be completely unrecognizable. He fixes your sweaty blood specs covered hair whilst grazing your cheek tenderly like he had done a few happy summer days ago. "Every time you wake up in the mornin n' take a breath of fresh air, maybe even while looking at the sun setting with a child on your hip" he starts. The once gentle hands griping the back of your head, hair and all, harshly craning your neck back. You can't even let out a whine properly without your lungs hurting . " 'want ya to remember ya don't get to do that because ya were brave or strong enough" he can't help but grumble at the sentiment of you believing these things about yourself. His tone grows dark as he hushes the final dialogue onto you like something sacred only for you and his ears only.

"no ....it's because I allowed you to"

he licks a long stripe up your cheek relishing your sweet blood before he abruptly lets go of your head and leaves you helplessly on the ground. His light steps barely even leaving a track of sound in your ear drums as he opens the once closed door. He walks over your dead friends body only her legs visible from your spot. His body isn't tense, instead he strolls away with a pep in his step, the hat you had given him on his head and you can faintly hear him hum that song. Pick poor robin clean. As if it were a regular Monday night. As if he hadn't turned your life upside down just for fun. The couple from earlier appear from the sides of the door covered in blood Bert taking a hold of one of Genevieve’s weightless legs. Joan give you a smile and a wave with her sharp canines before they start walking away your friend dragged in the dirt along with them. You reap the consequences while Remmick was walking away Scot free. Your heart burns, skin boils, face scorns, mustering up all of your strength you let out a scream of pain, anger and agony all at once. Not caring if it scratched your throat painfully. He keeps moving unfazed until his body is a mere spec in your vision. Your Pathetically Left behind feeling the ache in your bones deep inside, the blood oozing out of your body the stinging tears trailing down your sliced skin. Choosing the mortal cage called your human flesh.

You knew he'd always be hiding in the shadows of the night, waiting, and in some twisted way that brought you comfort.

Authors note: this was so long in the making! I I tried my best to interpret the character of Remmick to the best of my abilities without having seen the movie. I apologize for any spelling mistakes and if you asked to be tagged but weren’t it’s probably because your acc didn’t show up when I tried tagging you. Apart from that I enjoyed writing this and I hope y’all enjoyed it too! :)

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My Naughty Niece

Lee Hyunseo (Leeseo) x Male Reader

Part 4 of 4 of All In Family

Tags: accidental cumshot, bleeding, condom, couch sex, creampie, cum eating, defloration, domination, facefucking, first anal, inexperienced girl, mating press, nieceseo, painal, pervy uncle, standing sex, teen, thighjob, titfucking

Word count: 5454

Between touring, comebacks, and fanmeetings , it had been a long time since you last saw your niece Hyunseo. In fact, this was the first time you would see her as an adult. And just as you were preparing to see her, the doorbell rang.

"Hello, uncle," Leeseo said as you opened the door. You could barely recognize her. Her development over the past few months was remarkable. "Who is that girl? She is so hot. Is this really my niece?" you thought to yourself as you gave Leeseo a few greeting kisses.

Leeseo walked across your house, going to your spacious living room. You were still baffled by how hot she looked, trying not to have feelings for your niece. But her pretty face, her honey thighs, her sexy butt, and her increasingly growing boobs made that quite hard.

Leeseo smiled at you as she kept moving. "Make yourself at home," you told her, noticing as she took her jacket off that she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples poking out of her shirt and leading to more dirty thoughts about her. Leeseo looked at her beautiful self in the mirror, wearing just that shirt and a very small skirt that exposed her cheeks. She kept playing with you. "Uncle, it feels like you never saw me before," she said to you.

"I'm sorry, you look so... different," you told Leeseo. "Yes, we all grow up; I'm not that cute baby I used to be," she answered you. "Yes, but you have really grown up a lot," you told her. "Or maybe you haven't seen me in quite a while," she replied.

You followed Leeseo as she kept walking. God damn it, you could see her cheeks popping out, finally taking the initiative to touch them. "You seem very interested in my body, uncle," she said. "Oh, it's nothing; I was just giving you a little cute patting," you told her. "Oh uncle, I wasn't born yesterday," she answered you. "Well, 18 might as well be yesterday," you push back.

"You've been looking so hot now, Hyunseo. Who taught you to look this sexy?" you told her. "Yujin unnie," Leeseo promptly answered. "Looks like she's been a good leader then," you answered. "Definitely, she's made sure to let all of us grow up well; she's been almost like a second mother to me," Leeseo continued. "That's good to hear," you told Leeseo. "Thanks, uncle," she answered you. "But I want to make a request to you," she says. "What kind of request?" you ask her.

"Uncle, can I suck your cock?"

"Hyunseo, I don't know about that; you're my niece," you tell her. "Please, uncle, I'm so hungry. Yujin unnie told me if I wanted to become a proper adult, I needed to suck a cock, but I was so scared to do that to one of my co-hosts at Inkigayo, so I decided I wanted your cock to be my first," she told you.

"Fine, you say to Leeseo, unzipping your pants and pushing your already throbbing cock out of it. "It's so hard already, uncle. Did I do that to you?" she asks. "Yes, you did, you naughty little tiger," you answer her as Leeseo puts her hands on your shaft for the first time.

Leeseo strokes your cock a few times, still shocked with the size of it. "Yujin unnie said they can get really big, but I couldn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes," she said, smiling at you. She started quite slow, just closing her eyes and licking your tip, not going much further than that, you enjoying watching her take it in her mouth and sweep it in her tongue.

"Hmmm," you groaned as Leeseo didn't go much further beyond the tip, still testing waters as she had never sucked a cock before. "You know you can take it deeper," you said to her. "I don't know if I can; it's so wide it barely fits in my mouth," she answered to you.

"Look at me, I know you can take it," you told Leeseo, pushing your hips a bit. She finally gained the encouragement she needed, but first, she licked the side of your shaft to get it wet before letting you push deeper in her mouth, but not much, as you only got a third of your 9-inch length inside it. She kept stroking it, trying to gain more confidence, but ultimately resorting to the safety of just sucking your tip.

Leeseo takes her shirt off, showing you her juicy tits. "I saw you were staring at them, uncle," she tells you. "I can't blame you; they have been growing a lot lately," she says. You reach to grope her tits, Leeseo tying her hair up and sucking your cock a little bit more, once again focusing her attention on the tip.

You sit on your living room's couch and let Leeseo keep sucking your cock. She finally takes it a little deeper in her mouth, trying to test herself, but still finds it too big. She picks up some speed, you enjoying her cute yet inexperienced blowjob. "Look at me," you tell her, loving watching her pretty face get impaled on your massive cock.

Leeseo climbs on the couch, trying to push your cock deeper in her throat. You can tell she's still struggling with it but decides to help, grabbing her head and pushing it a bit down your shaft, not taking more than half your length in her throat but still keeping a steady pace to help Leeseo get accustomed to your cock.

Your thrusts up Leeseo's face are so soft they barely count as facefucking. Leeseo tries to finally get more of your cock in her mouth. "Fuck," you say, kissing her and reaching under her skirt to finger her pussy. "You seem really interested in my pussy, uncle. Can I rub your cock in it?" she asks.

"Sure," you answer Leeseo, who lifts her skirt and pulls her panties to the side, grinding her virgin folds against your already throbbing shaft. She takes it slow, moving it up and down her entrance, moaning softly as she does it. "Oh shit, that's such a good sensation," you tell Leeseo as she pushes the tip of your cock closer to her clit, keeping the rubdown going.

"Fuck, that's so good," you tell Leeseo, her increasing the pace of the rubdown, grinding your cock very fast against her cunt. "Fuck, right there," you tell her. "Are you enjoying it, uncle? Yujin unnie says guys really like it when you do it to them," Leeseo says.

Leeseo grinds really fast on your cock, putting it at her mercy. "Ahh," you moan, her enjoying the friction between your shaft and her pussy lips, even slapping your tip a little bit against her clit. She teases you for a bit until finally putting just a little of your shaft inside her.

Your niece's virgin pussy is so tight and warm even your very experienced cock struggles inside it, her walls squeezing you hard from the get-go. "Ah, ah, ah, ah," Leeseo softly moans, you pumping her pussy as she pulls her panties to the side. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she continues to moan.

"Fuck," Leeseo exclaims as your cock gets deeper in her pussy. The more you fuck her, the more you feel like you're not gonna last long. She tries to bounce on your cock, her cute tits jiggling as your thrusts get harder, you having to stop after a bit just to survive.

"Fuck, I'm gonna," you can't even finish the sentence, pulling your cock out of Leeseo's tight pussy and unloading your cum all over her midriff. She promptly picks it up to taste. "It's so salty, Uncle," she says, taking it in her mouth and cleaning herself up.

"Hyunseo, your pussy is just too tight; I think I'll need some extra help," you tell her. "Stay here, I'm going upstairs and will be back soon," you say. You go to the bathroom, taking some stuff that will help you against the incredibly tight pussy of your niece, before going back downstairs and meeting Leeseo in the same place you left her off.

"I have to get my cock hard first; can you help me, Hyunseo?" you ask her. "Sure," she answers. Leeseo covers the bottom part of your body with a blanket, sucking your cock under it and trying to take it deeper this time. "Hmmm," you groan. "Are you enjoying my hidden blowjob, uncle?" she asks.

Leeseo removes the blanket, your already throbbing cock all over her mouth. "God damn it," you groan, Leeseo twisting your cock and spitting on it, not getting afraid anymore to use the lessons she learned from Yujin. "You didn't come to play this time, Hyunseo, did you?" you ask, spanking Leeseo's beautiful young ass as she bends over your boy.

"Oh my God," you groan as Leeseo bobs her head hard on your cock. You kiss her cock-filled mouth as she keeps stroking you, spanking her ass a few times. "You really seem to like my ass, uncle," she says.

You pull Leeseo's panties down, massaging her pussy as she strokes your cock, reaching to also grope her perfect tits. "Ahhhhh," she moans, your hands all over her young pussy, you pushing her in your direction to kiss her while she tries to keep her efforts on your cock.

Leeseo's pussy gets fingered hard. "Fuck," she moans, you muffling it with kisses. "Uncle, you're going too fast," she says. "Am I?" you ask her, giving her pink pussy a few more taps.

You suck Leeseo's perky tits as your hand runs circles on her clit. "Fuck," she continues to moan, getting used to your strong stimulation as you worship her beautiful teen body. You take your shirt off, pushing her towards your cock and enjoying her moving her head all over it. "Yes, baby, perfect," you say to her, running your hands on her ass while she spits on your cock. She dives towards your balls, showing much less restraint this time and jerking your cock off strongly.

You dive your face between Leeseo's boobs, sucking them like a baby. "God, they are so big, and you're only 18," you tell her. "Glad you like them, uncle," she says, moaning as you grab them with both hands and bring them closer to your mouth, before letting her move back to deep-throat your cock. "Oh my God, yes," you say, praising her efforts.

"Touch your pussy while you suck my cock," you tell Leeseo, who obliges. "Keep going, don't stop, do it, do it," you say as she deepthroats your cock again. You push her pussy against your head, eating it out while giving some slaps to her big tits. "Holy shit, uncle, that's so hot," she says, reaching to stroke your cock while you keep eating her pussy.

"SHIT," Leeseo screams as you tongue all over her young clit. She pants, spasms running over her midriff. "That's so good, that's so good," she says, you getting her body on top of yours and enjoying every second of that young pussy in your mouth.

"Please fuck me, uncle," Leeseo begs. "Then bring the condom to me," you order her. Leeeseo obliges, breaking the condom envelope with her mouth and slowly wrapping it around your cock and then gently stroking it with her beautiful feet afterwards.

Leeseo bends over as you slowly insert your cock in her tight pussy again. She moves her hips, pushing your cock deeper in her pussy. "Did Yujin teach you that?" you ask her. "Yes," she answers, softly moaning as she takes more and more inside. Soon, you take control, grabbing her waist and giving her slightly faster thrusts that make her tits jiggle.

"OHHHHH," Leeseo screams as you grab her bouncy boobs. "Ahhhh, ahhhhh," she moans, you enjoying it. "Wanna sit on it?" you ask her. "Sure, uncle," she answers, you sitting on the couch and getting ready for Leeseo to bounce on your cock, firmly grabbing her beautiful tits. "The more I look at them, the bigger they get," you tell her. "Oh, thanks, uncle," she says as she prepares to ride you.

"Let me try a different hole now," you say to Leeseo. "You want my ass, uncle? I'm so scared," she answers you. "Don't be; take it slow if you want to," you promise her. "Yujin unnie said you get accustomed after a while, but I never had a cock in my ass," she continues.

Leeseo moves up and down your cock, you grabbing her ass as she moans, increasing her speed at each move. "Don't stop, don't stop, ahhhh," she continues to moan, looking very sexy while getting herself impaled on your cock.

Her virgin asshole is so insanely tight it makes her pussy look like an easy job.

"Oh yeah," Leeseo moans, her tits all over your face, you sucking them as your cock gets deeper and deeper in her ass. "AHHHH FUCK," she screams, bouncing faster than ever and driving you to the edge. "Keep going, baby," you tell her, Leeseo's hair getting messy as she rides your cock.

Leeseo gets herself in one of the couch's arms, you now getting full control to fuck her ass. "HMMMMM," she moans, clearly starting to feel some pain as your cock gets deep in her butt. "HMMM, HMMM, HMMM, HMMMM," she tries to hide it, you moving her to a spooning position now and groping her tits.

Leeseo fingers her pussy, trying to deal with the heat as your cock makes her asshole very sore. "AHHHHHH," she screams, your balls clapping against her cheeks. "Come on," you tell her, fucking her ass faster than ever, Leeseo closing her eyes and feeling a lot of pain, putting all her fingers in her pussy to cope with it as you don't care about her asshole being a virgin one; in fact, that makes you fuck her even harder.

"FUCKKKKK, AHHHHHH!" Leeseo screams, fingering her pussy like a maniac now as she can barely take it. You keep relentlessly fucking her ass, eventually getting close as the tightness of her hole is too much for you to handle. "Come here, stroke that cock, and make me cum," you tell her, Leeseo promptly obliging and jerking it off despite her very sore butt, giving your very fast strokes and smiling at you as you start groaning as you bust your cum all over that condom.

"Holy shit, that's a lot of cum, uncle; glad you liked my ass," Leeseo says. "Well, it's all yours now," you say, kissing her and removing your condom for Leeseo to taste your cum. "It's so delicious," she says. "I knew you would like it," you tell her as you head upstairs.

A few hours pass by as you finally leave your bedroom to take a shower. As you shower, all you can think of is your naughty niece Leeseo, her beautiful young body, stroking your cock in the shower until you paint the box walls with a nice thick white load. Leeseo now occupies your whole mind, and you feel like you need to fuck your niece again as soon as possible.

Luckily, you wouldn't have to wait long. As soon as you open the door of your bedroom, you find Leeseo lying on your bed, wearing nothing on top, her pale skin and perky tits in full display, and just a sleeping pantyhose at the bottom. "Uncle, I'm so horny I can't sleep," she says.

You give Leeseo some kisses on both her mouth and boobs, making her smile at you. "I think I've got the perfect sleeping pill for you, Hyunseo," you tell her. "You do, uncle?" she asks. "Yes, right between my legs," you say, tossing your towel out.

"Get on your knees," you tell Leeseo as she follows and starts massaging your cock. "You look so beautiful, Hyunseo," you tell her. "Thanks, uncle," she answers, grabbing your cock and licking the tip of it. "Such a good girl," you tell her, Leeseo taking your cock very slowly and teasing you.

You grab Leeseo's hair and start fucking her face, making her gag. "Look at me while you take this cock," you tell her. Leeseo tries to bob her head on it as you push it deeper in her mouth. "Such a sexy girl," you say, trying to push your cock even deeper. "Open your eyes and follow me," you say as Leeseo keeps gagging on your cock.

"I love seeing it bulging under your throat," you say to Leeseo, pulling out and rubbing your cock against her neck. She takes it back in her mouth, you fucking her pretty face harder than ever and pushing it against her crotch.

"I'm not gonna put on a condom this time; I'm gonna take it raw and deep in your pussy and cum all over it. Do you understand?" you ask Leeseo. "Yes," she answers as you continue to fuck her face. "God damn it, why are you so pretty with this cock all over your mouth, such a hot girl?" you say.

Leeseo gets your cock very wet. "I love seeing those tits bounce as I fuck your face," you tell her as a string of saliva comes out of your cock into her chest. You let Leeseo worship your cock before shoving it balls deep in her mouth one more time and making her spit all over it.

"Get up," you tell Leeseo, pulling her pantyhose down. "I'm gonna destroy that 18-year-old pussy," you promise her. Leeseo smiles, you sliding your cock right between her honey thighs, her moaning as she squeezes your shaft. "Beautiful girl," you say, kissing her and massaging her tits as your cock slides in and out of her thighs, making a lot of friction against the folds of her pussy.

"Damn, your legs are so nice, Hyunseo," you tell her as she moans and smiles. "Now is the time to turn around," you command, pushing Leeseo's hot body against your bed and sticking your cock in her tight pussy in one go. She closes her eyes, you thrusting hard inside her and grabbing her hair, determined not to go easy this time and extract the maximum pleasure you can from your niece.

"AHHHHHH," Leeseo screams, you tying her arms behind her back and getting her up, fucking her in a standing position and showing her she was going to be nothing but your fucktoy this night. "I love the way those titties bounce when I fuck you," you tell her as Leeseo keeps moaning.

Leeseo gets a good treatment, you pounding her hard from behind and choking her. You pin her against the wall, giving her pale butt a little spank as Leeseo tries to cope with your hard thrusts, her ass showing some great recoil, her smiling as your hands are all over her tits.

"God damn, you're so tight," you say to Leeseo. "Move on this dick," you say to her, letting Leeseo move her hips on your cock a bit before pushing her against your bed and mounting on top of her. "AHHHHHH," she screams, you completely dominating her. "Come here," you say, sitting on your bed and letting her bob your head on your cock to taste herself.

"Gag on it, spit all over my dick, massage my balls," you command to Leeseo, loving her smile as she sucks your cock and rubs your balls. "Fuck, you're doing some good work on it; bet Yujin taught you well," you tell her, thrusting your cock up her face to test her as you play with her hair. Leeseo gags. "Perfect, choke all over it," you say, grabbing her head and pushing it down while you push your cock up at the same time.

"Rub my ass while you suck my cock," you tell Leeseo, her massaging the entrance of your asshole while you stuff your cock deep in her mouth. "Fuck, that's incredible," you tell her, Leeseo smiling as you praise her.

"Come here," you say to Leeseo, grabbing her body in your direction. "Look at you," you tell her, spanking her ass and pushing your cock back in her pussy, her body tilting down as you let her slowly bounce on your cock, you two sharing hot kisses as you soon start pumping her teen pussy. "HMMMM, AHHHH," she moans, your cock pushing deeper as you spank her pale butt. "Bounce on that dick," you tell her, Leeseo moving up and down it and meeting your thrusts while you run your hands over her body.

You pump Leeseo from down low, grabbing her bouncy boobs as she gets pounded. You love to feel every inch of her young body, soon flipping her around into a sexy eye-to-eye missionary position, pumping her deep while you kiss her and she fingers her pussy, getting it wet for your cock to get deeper inside.

"You're such a tight girl, Hyunseo," you say to her, choking Leeseo's neck and making the bed make loud noises with your thrusts up her pussy. You quickly dominate her, getting fully on top of her, Leeseo's body as her tits jiggle more than ever. "AHHHHHH," she lets out a loud moan as you choke her, the bed getting louder than ever as you relentlessly attack her pussy.

You slow down a bit but keep your cock inside Leeseo's pussy, making sure to make eye contact as you fuck her. "Fuck, you're such a sexy demon, squeezing my cock so tight," you tell her, rewarding Leeseo with some kisses on her tits before switching into a spooning position, pounding her harder than ever and pinning her against the bed, taking the last remnants of her clothes and getting her beautiful body in full display. "Let me see it," you tell her, enjoying Leeseo's bare body now in full view.

You rub your hands all over Leeseo's body, from her tits to her pussy, but paying special attention to the former, groping them and massaging them as your cock bulges under her belly. "You really seem to like my tits, uncle," she notices. "Oh yes, and I know they are gonna grow even bigger over the next years," you say, continuing to grab them.

"Look at you, such a good young slut taking your uncle's big dick," you say to Leeseo. "Such a pretty little pussy," you say, slowing down a bit to give it soft but deep thrusts, Leeseo closing her eyes as she gets closer to her orgasm. "It's getting so wet and tight down there," you tell her, picking up the pace as you keep massaging Leeseo's boobs.

"You've got such a perfect little pink pussy," you tell Leeseo, sticking your cock deeper and deeper inside it. All she can do now is moan at each thrust. "I can't wait to cum deep in it," you say, spreading her lips and popping your cock in and out of her tight teen hole. "Tell me where your uncle is gonna cum?" you ask her. "In my pussy," she answers.

But first, you need to explore some different holes. "Look at this cute pink asshole," you say, noticing it's essentially intact despite you fucking some hours ago. You put a pair of fingers in her butthole, teasing her as you try to get it ready for your cock, Leeseo moaning and letting some juices out of her pussy. Soon, you replace your fingers with your cock, being very careful and inserting it all the way deep.

Leeseo's tight asshole queefs as you push your cock deep inside it. You push your fingers deep in her pussy, stimulating her on both holes as you fuck Leeseo with both your cock and fingers, choking her too and making her insanely tight. She grunts, starting to feel some pain as you keep pushing your cock in her ass. "Look at you, taking uncle's big cock in your ass," you say.

"DAMN," Leeseo screams, feeling the pain as you try to ease her up with some kisses. The heat of your cock buried deep in her asshole feels too much for her. "Suck that dick, get it wet before you sit on it," you command, Leeseo obliging before she starts bouncing her ass on your cock. At first, you let her take free reign of it, grabbing her tits as she rides you, but quickly, that comes to an end.

"Take that dick, baby," you tell Leeseo, spanking her ass and pushing her in your direction as you start pumping up her butthole. "AHHHHHHHHH!" Leeseo screams loudly, making the bed creak as her asshole is used hard like a fleshlight. "Fuck, it's still tight," you say, slowing down a bit.

"Get on your feet and bounce on that dick," you say to Leeseo, grabbing her ass. She tries to bounce, but her fun quickly ends, your addiction to her tight asshole taking over as you make her cheeks clap. Leeseo tries to fight back. "Come on," you tell her, but her fun doesn't last long, and soon she gets put back in her place.

You turn Leeseo around, completely dominating her as you give her a special full nelson anal treatment, your arms completely locking her legs while you pump her asshole with hard and deep thrusts that make her struggle. You then push her body against yours, switching into a pearly gates position that allows you to grope her bouncy tits while you destroy her ass. "FUCKKKK," she continues to scream, closing her eyes as your thrusts hit her hard.

"AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHHH," Leeseo screams as your cock is a pain in her ass. But you just can't stop thrusting. She tries to bounce on it, but you just don't let her, attacking your ass harder than ever and almost making her burst into tears. "HMMMMMM," she groans, trying to hide her pain as you start fucking her ass in the craziest positions imaginable. Soon, you get on top of her, fucking it like a bull. "Be a good girl, take it all," you tell her, Leeseo groaning as your cock hits her asshole balls deep. "HMMMMM," more groaning sounds come out of her mouth, Leeseo losing her balance as you completely top her, kissing her as you spank her butt and destroy her ass in a rough prone bone position, before switching to a fast sideways fuck. Leeseo is now completely unable to react, her ass completely sore and her cheeks completely red after a hard anal session she's not going to forget anytime soon.

You finally give Leeseo a relief, letting her get your cock back in her pussy. "You're such a naughty girl; now I want to cum in your pussy even more," you tell her, spanking her pale tits as she bounces on your cock and moans. The relief doesn't last long, though, as you grab Leeseo in your direction before topping her one more time, kissing her while you take your cock deep in her pussy. "Look at me, slut, I'm gonna hit it deep in your cervix," you tell her. "FUCK," Leeeseo screams as you fulfill your promise, your cock attacking her pussy all the way deep.

Leeseo fingers herself as your hard thrusts make her lose her breath. "I wanna see your pretty face a little more before I put that cum inside your pussy," you tell her, pumping hard against her pussy and making the bed bounce. "Come here, I want you to warm my cock up before I empty my balls inside you," you say to her, getting on your feet as Leeseo gets on her knees to suck your cock and finally get some of the flavors of her ass and pussy all over it.

Leeseo spits all over your dick, finally showing no restraints to suck your cock. She gives you a pair of amazing deepthroats, stuffing it deep in her mouth and earning her praises from you. "Good girl," you say as Leeseo keeps choking on your cock. She licks your tip, teasing you. "Fuck, that's perfect," you say to her.

"I'm so ready to cum in your young pussy," you tell Leeseo. "Please, uncle, give me a huge load," she says. "Bring me your tits first," you command, Leeseo grabbing them together and squeezing your shaft between her perky boobs. "Fuck, that's amazing," you tell her as she titfucks it. "So sexy," you say.

"Yujin unnie told me guys get really horny when a girl puts their tits between their cocks," Leeseo says to you. "Well, let me show it then," you say to her, grabbing her boobs and taking control of it yourself, banging her tits as you push your huge shaft up and down her young milkers, Leeseo giving a good smile as you spank her tits too.

"Alright, I'm ready to breed you," you tell Leeseo. "Yes, uncle, please breed me," she begs. You shove her body against the bed and get on top of it, beginning a hardcore mating press as you insert your dick back in her pussy. Luckily you've got such a resistant bed, because your thrusts are so hard it feels like the bed is about to break at any second, loud noises coming out of it every time you reach the depths of Leeseo's teen pussy.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," it's all Leeseo can scream now, you turning her into a total fucktoy that only exists for you to use her as much as possible. "I'm gonna cum in that pussy," you tell her, Leeseo fingering herself as you now have both feet on top of the bed and attack her pussy relentlessly. Leeseo puts her ass up, you giving her a mating press that could come straight out of a hentai. Your thrusts are so hard blood starts to come out of her hole as your cock tears her hymen apart. "AHHHH," Leeseo moans, your shaft getting bloodier each time you thrust inside her. "Tell me," you say. "I want you to cum inside me," she begs, you using her pussy harder than ever.

"OH BABY, OHHHHHH FUCK," you groan as you start emptying your balls inside Leeseo's pink pussy. "AHHHHHH," she screams, your cock stuffed balls deep in her cunt, blood dripping out of her body and running between her cheeks as you can't stop cumming inside Leeseo's teen hole. "FUCKKKKK," you scream as the loads keep coming out. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Eleven big fat loads inside it. "God damn it," you say once you're finally done, your cock completely flaccid as Leeseo drained you to the fullest.

"Look at you, so full of cum," you tell Leeseo, her pinching her pussy and grabbing some of your cum to eat, smiling at you as the session is finally over. "I think it's time for you to go back to your dorms, but tomorrow I want to meet that Yujin girl you talked so much about," you say to her. "Alright, uncle," she answers.

Leeseo goes back to the dorm, telling Yujin about her experience with you. Yujin is baffled, her face shocked as she can't believe Leeseo let her uncle cum inside her. "I'm gonna need some help, unnie; he fucked my ass too, and I was really struggling," she says. "That's fine; the first time is always the hardest," Yujin replies to her.

On the next day, Leeseo returns to your home, bringing Yujin alongside her just like she promised. You greet both girls, getting to know Yujin better as you chat with her. "Hyunseo, can you pick up some cookies for us?" you tell your niece. "Sure," Leeseo answers.

As Leeseo gets back to serving you and Yujin in the room, she starts hearing some loud noises, getting greeted by the scene of you sucking her best friend's boobs while humping your cock against her honey thighs, both of you groaning and too distracted to pay attention to the surroundings. Leeseo keeps looking, unable to catch either of their attention, deciding to make a move as she licks the tip of your cock as it pops out of Yujin's thighs.

"FUCK," you groan as Leeseo's lick makes you explode and cum hard, you still unaware of her being there. You kiss Yujin, wondering how far your load had flown, but you can't seem to find any traces of your cum. Until you turn around and see a beautiful young face painted white.

It's Leeseo's.

"The cookies are ready, uncle."

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Don't look back. You have it.

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✧ Orpheus and Eurydice

This is going somewhere I promise

Summary of the myth:

Orpheus traveled into the land of the dead to retrieve the woman he loved. When he finally arrived he begged Hades and Persephone to let Eurydice return to the living world with him.

Moved by his pleading, they agreed to let the pair return. On one condition, she must walk behind him and he must never turn around to make sure she is there with him. If he does, Eurydice will return to the land of the dead permanently.

Orpheus took the deal, but as he walked, fear began to build. He could not hear her footsteps. He worried that he may have been tricked and that his lover was not with him after all. The further he went the more his doubt consumed him. No evidence of her presence travels with him, only silence.

Seconds before crossing the boundary between the land of the living and the land of the dead, Orpheus allows his fear to get the better of him and looks back. As a result, she is pulled back into the land of the dead forever.

There are different versions of the myth, all with their own reasoning as to what made him look back at her. In some versions he is terrified that she isn't walking with him, in others he looked back a second too soon as he had crossed the threshold but she had not. In the end, it never matters why he looked back, only that he did.

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✧ Your manifestation is Eurydice

It is incredibly tempting to seek evidence, but the physical world is not what validates you.

Assume and don't look back. It does not matter if you don't see evidence yet, in the same way it didn't matter if Orpheus could hear her footsteps.

Nothing in the physical world can stop your manifestation. Not seeing it does not mean you do not have it. Not feeling it does not mean you do not have it. Nothing and nobody can decide if you have it but you. Unless you look back, unless you go "what if I don't" or "I don't hear her footsteps she must not be with me", you still have it. Unless YOU decide that it is no longer yours it is yours.

Orpheus wanted evidence too.

Stop looking for proof and realize that you are the evidence. Your word is LAW. What you say goes. Once you declare something to be true it IS. You are the creator of your reality and truth comes from YOU. You decide what is and isn't true.

You are the creator of your reality. Whatever you say is true is true. You don't need to worry about how, you said it would happen so it will. You don't need to worry about when, you have it now. The physical world cannot tell you what is and isn't yours only you can.

What is the purpose of looking back??

Unless you're giving it up entirely, quitting is just self sabotage.

My line of reasoning is if you are not ready to give up on your manifestation for good what is the point of no longer persisting? If you're going right back to manifestation Tumblr to look for a new "key" did you really give up on manifestation or just yourself.

The first thing you're going to do after you cave is Google methods and tips and advice. So what is the point of quitting? You aren't really giving up on loa, you just don't trust yourself at all.

You're still looking for ways to manifest, you're still trying 230+ methods, you're still trying, so it's not really giving up at all, its just inconsistency. You didn't give up, you were just inconsistent.

In someone else's words, where would you be right now if you had persisted?

There is no shame in struggling. Orpheus looked back because he loved her, not because there was something wrong with him. You're not wrong or lazy or stupid. I promise you can try again and you CAN do it.

It is with you. You have it. Assume that you have it and don't go back on that assumption for ANYTHING. Take a deep breath, soothe yourself, and tell yourself you have it.

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HEY GOAT! so ik you have finals rn so just ignore this until ur done BUT i have a long (as usual) paige x reader request for you this time👅 for some backround paige and reader went to uconn together and have been dating for a bit like 3 years and they both get drafted by the wings (reader being 12th pick) and they are super excited whatever. OKAY SO basically reader is like the first person in her family to graduate college and it was really important for her to be there in person and walk with her family watching but she didn’t expect to be drafted in the first round let alone so far away. so she goes to ask the head of whatever at dallas if she can go to her graduation and they say prolly not so she gets super upset and paige decides to plan something with the team and flys her parents out and stuff like that one video with mika and the storm last year. ykwimmm like something super fluffy and just a littttlleee bit angsty.

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LOVE IS THE WAY

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

content: language, 1% angst (like there's more fat content in some milk than there is angst in this story), unfathomable plot

wc: 5.4k

synopsis: As a first generation college student, graduation meant everything to you and your family. Your entire high school career was spent studying through the night, devoting yourself to academics, extracurriculars, and basketball, and reminding yourself that college was the goal. But basketball was your passion – your home away from test prep and the rigor of your courses, and the athletic scholarship from UConn saved your life in more ways than one. When you’re drafted 12th overall alongside your girlfriend of three years, it devastates you to find out that you wouldn’t be able to make it back to campus in time to walk across the stage. Luckily for you, Paige was more than willing to move mountains just to see you smile.

notes: HAPPY GAMEDAY CHAT (i deleted twitter this morning in honor of it) and HAPPY PB5 HOOPS DAY!!!! everyone lock in. this is generational. but real talk, as a first gen student, this request actually means the world to me 🤞 hoping i did this justice for u ⬇️ and i cannot thank u enough for these banger requests 😛 as alwaysss lmk what we're thinking and i hope y'all enjoy 🫶

Basketball wasn’t always the goal.

Anyone who sees you might not believe that at first glance. Your game is clinical – smooth, effortless. Your jump shot is perfect, technical in a way analysts have described as academically precise. You play like you were destined for the professional leagues, like you dribbled a basketball for the first time at three years old instead of in the sixth grade.

Growing up, you didn’t have a lot. Your parents weren’t well off but they worked hard to give you a good life. You excelled in school, got exceptional grades, and by eight you knew you would do anything to get into college after touring the local university on a field trip. Your parents weren’t able to go to college, coming from families where they had to prioritize working. College, while impossible for them, became something that was within reach for you. College – an education – was the goal.

When you first started middle school, you knew you needed an outlet, something more than your grades and wit. You tried a few things. Art, while pretty, wasn’t for you. You were a little too restless for it, too much of a perfectionist to fully appreciate the abstract. You briefly considered band but your parents had to make the decision for you when they looked at the cost to rent an instrument from the school.

Sports was your last option. You liked the discipline, the structure, and how you could get all of your energy out. You showed up to softball tryouts, but again – the price tag attached to the glove, the cleats, and the gear was too much. It was the same story for soccer. You arrived at basketball tryouts, not really having much of an interest in it, but figuring you could suck it up if there was any option you could play.

As soon as you picked up the ball for the first time, dribbling it a little clumsily around your body, and following the coach’s instructions on how to shoot it, it was like something ignited in you. You put a little too much spin on the ball and it clanked off the rim, but you knew you could perfect it with a few more shots.

So you tried again. And again. And again. Until you finally sunk the shot from the three point line. That was satisfying.

“It’s not a lot,” you remember Coach Kerrigan telling your parents – clearly in what he thought was a hushed tone of voice. “Just $50 for the entire season. It covers the uniform and tournament fees.”

Your parents had paused, clearly contemplating – and selfishly, you’d hoped they’d give just this once. You had done everything right. You kept your grades up, your room clean, and you’d exhausted all other options.

“I don’t know,” your dad admitted. Your heart sunk to your stomach.

Even years later, you recall the weight of your coach’s stare, how his eyes traced the arc of the basketball as it left your hands. The accompanying swish of the net, how you chased after the rebound, settling in to shoot again. “She has so much potential,” he’d said. “I’ve never seen anything like her.”

Your parents remained silent. You shot the ball, hoping, praying that just this once – you could try to find who you were outside of academics. Then, Coach Kerrigan spoke up. “Actually, I think we’ve got a little extra funding this year. So if you’d let her play…you don’t have to worry about anything.”

Your parents let you play. It took you years to realize the girl’s basketball team at your middle school hadn’t actually gotten any extra funding and that Coach Kerrigan paid the season fee out of his own pocket. And the next season’s. And when the high school coach approached you during your eighth grade year and asked if you’d be willing to give varsity a shot, Coach Kerrigan paid for that one, too.

High school basketball is where you truly flourished. It was a simple agreement with your parents – you could continue playing ball as long as you didn’t put college on the backburner. You pointed out that if you got recruited, you would be on scholarship and you truly didn’t have to worry about money anymore. Your parents believed in you. They’d seen what you were capable of, but when you grow up with so little, it’s hard to lose that worry that it could all slip away if you weren’t careful.

You upheld your end of the bargain. You kept your grades up, enrolled in AP courses, joined student government to round out your application. High achieving student. Honored athlete, Team USA gold medalist averaging 26.4 points a season and improving. Student body president. With a resume like that, you were sure you had a solid chance, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t keep working.

Geno Auriemma showed up to one of your games in sophomore year. So did Dawn Staley and several other college basketball coaches. Coach Auriemma kept showing up, though. After an electric win against a conference opponent, he’d pulled you aside and glanced at you like he was unimpressed, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes that reminded you of Coach Kerrigan’s unwavering confidence. Then, Coach Auriemma said, “You play like you’ve got something to prove.”

It wasn’t unkind. Just an observation. Your face was slick with sweat, your feet hurt, and you had a paper due for AP Lang that night. Your teammates were celebrating the win, but your job was far from finished. Isn’t that how it always is, though? Having to work a little extra harder now so you wouldn’t have to in the future. Sacrificing every day to prove to your parents that everything they poured into basketball wasn’t for nothing. Success was hard, exhausting, but God did it taste good.

Simply, you responded, “Don’t we all?”

Coach Auriemma paused. A slow smile spread across his face. He wished you a goodnight.

In junior year, you committed officially to UConn. Full ride athletic scholarship. Your mother cried and your father grinned proudly when the three of you got off the phone with Coach Auriemma.

Being a Husky didn’t mean you could rest easy. The draft was competitive and there was so much talent in the country. This time, there was no “agreement” between you and your parents. You were an adult, but they did have one simple request to get a degree in something versatile. A just in case.

So here you were – a biology major and student athlete. When you weren’t in lab, you were in practice. When you weren’t in practice, you were studying for calculus. And when you weren’t studying for calculus, you were a little busy falling in love with the sophomore point guard from Minnesota who made you realize that there’s a little more to life than ball and school. You had plenty of room for her – for Paige Bueckers – even though you didn’t make it official until your sophomore year at UConn.

It was her junior season. She’d suffered an ACL tear in August, right before classes started. It was a huge blow for morale – she was the heart and soul of the team, the leader on and off the court. But you were the glue who held everything together. Coach shifted you into a more traditional point guard role. You brought a quiet efficiency to the court and confident play-calling. You weren’t there to replace her. That wasn’t possible.

The feelings between the two of you had been growing since your freshman season although neither of you acted on anything. You were close friends but her injury, somehow, pushed you even closer. She texted you reminders to eat when she knew you had a gap in your schedule. You warmed up her heating pad and let her choose the movie on the nights you gave up the textbooks to stay in with her. You and Paige worked so well together and it became harder and harder to deny what you felt for her.

But when she kissed you for “good luck” before the first game of the season? You dropped a casual 23 points with 11 assists to take home the win and made her ask you out for real after the press conference.

That year, the early Sweet 16 exit in the NCAA tournament stung. So did the Final Four exit in your junior year. Paige was staying for a fifth year and you knew that the both of you had one more chance to reel it in for the last time.

And you did. Your senior season was hard but you loved (almost) every second of it anyways. When Azzi was cleared to return from injury. When Aubrey and Carol did, too. When Paige and Azzi tested every bit of your patience by spraining their knees at different parts of the season. When you lost to USC, Notre Dame, and Tennessee but blew out South Carolina – twice, once in the regular season and the second when it mattered the most. When your teammates had your back, unconditionally, just as you had theirs.

Your name started creeping into the mock draft predictions. Third round. Then second. Then first. You were hard to place – nobody could ever agree on whether or not you were a Sun, a Sky, or a Mystic. The only thing that was guaranteed was the fact your girlfriend would be a Wing and you’d cheer her on from wherever the draft took you.

Getting invited to the draft was a different feeling entirely. You had a shot. You were going to be selected, and for once, you truly allowed yourself to reflect – through thick and thin, for worse or for better, you’d made it here. Not just to the draft, but you made it through college, too, which had seemed so out of the picture. Everything your parents had ever sacrificed for you, you’d be able to give it back with interest. You got your degree, your education. You have your career in basketball. You have Paige. That was more than enough for you.

You flew your parents out for the draft in New York. They were ecstatic for you, nearly in tears when you showed them your dress for the first time – styled by Brittany Hampton, of course, because Paige was so keen on matching. It was made of a dark, lace material that glimmered under the lighting in the room, the bodice fitting you just right, and the skirt billowing out around your ankles, cut at the side to reveal one of your legs.

Paige nearly fell out the moment she saw you. You weren’t any better, either. Your eyes lingered (she was wearing her hair down – you might have fallen in love for a second time if you weren’t so drawn to the way her suit sparkled, too) while her hands traveled, linking her fingers at the small of your back and pulling you in. “You’re unreal,” she’d murmured as you wrapped your arms around her neck, smoothing out some of the baby hairs at her nape.

You just grinned, self-satisfied at her obvious speechlessness. Knowing you couldn’t ruin your makeup without your respective teams losing their mind, you press your temple to hers, relishing in the closeness before you’d be pulled away for interviews and to sit at your separate tables. “I could pinch you, if you’d like,” you offered. “Just to make sure you’re not dreaming.”

“Hands to yourself, aight?” she grumbled. “Sum’ about that biology degree makes you evil.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” you cooed softly. “Like at all.”

Paige just squeezed you around your waist, not saying much else, and the two of you made your way to the draft venue. Interviews were quick – pictures, not so much, especially when your entire team was in attendance to watch you, Paige, Aubrey, and Kaitlyn get drafted. You and Paige go your separate ways after the photo on the draft stage. She had a second outfit and you had to find your family – which leads you to now.

Your parents, CD, and Coach Kerrigan are waiting for you and you hug each of them one by one, although you linger on Coach Kerrigan. He doesn’t say much other than a “Proud of you, kid,” and you don’t either – not trusting yourself to speak without breaking down. You’re not sure if he knows the kind of impact he made on your life by welcoming you onto his team when he did, but he grins at you like he understands it just the same.

When Paige makes her way through the crowd, having changed into her second outfit, you almost fall out again. Somehow, you manage to keep it together, even as your jaw hangs slack in near awe while you’re examining the rings on her fingers, the fact that this suit sparkles too, and the devastating lack of an undershirt that has you ready to give up on the draft completely so you can run a few laps around the block to control yourself.

Obviously, she’s the first pick overall. She hugs everyone at her table before finding you and your family. You tell her that you love her and that you’re proud of you. She winks at you and asks you to keep an extra draft hat for her.

The next few picks go by agonizingly slow. You don’t think it should take this long for teams to settle on their next pick and the way the cameras linger on you makes your skin prickle. The Sky have the two picks late in the first round followed by the Wings with the last first round selection. When Hailey Van Lith is taken at #11, you deflate a little, thinking you’ve fallen to the second round. Truly – it’s not the end of the world. It just means you’d have to fight a little harder for a roster spot. That’s a challenge you’d be willing to take head on.

But when the commissioner steps up to the podium again to announce the 12th pick in the draft, you freeze when it’s your name that is called. You, to the Dallas Wings, the same organization that selected Paige only moments ago. Stunned, you hug everyone at your table, then your girlfriend’s family, before making your way up to pose with the Wings jersey. You’re only half-listening to the interview with Holly Rowe, too concerned about making it to the back for media and seeing Paige.

When you finally do, Paige’s expression is one of disbelief and awe and you fall into each other with breathless giggles. Your hat jostles from the force of her body against yours, but she reaches up to steady it, her hands cupping your jaw as she looks at you with something like wonder. Her eyes are the most disarming shade of blue you think you’ve ever seen – and this right here, this feeling of contentment, of knowing that you get to live out your professional dreams with your girlfriend? You want to live in it forever.

“Guess you didn’t need to save an extra hat for me,” she comments coyly.

You laugh, not even bothering with a response as you grab her face and kiss her. Paige sinks into you like you’re the only thing she’s ever been sure about. For a moment, you think that may be true. In a world full of ACL injuries, of never really knowing if you’ll be able to make it unless you work for it, the relationship the two of you have is something steady. Constant. You’ll always have space for each other, just like you’ll always know that loving each other is the easiest part of living.

After the draft, you and Paige don’t immediately fly out to Dallas. You have a final exam or two, shared victory tours and talk show appearances, rallies and loose ends to tie up. You’re booked and busy until the very last minute. Packing is difficult – you’re not quite sure how you’re supposed to fit the last four years of your life into a box and tape it shut. You just have to remind yourself that you’re not closing this door. Maybe you leave it cracked, because you’re not the type of person to abandon your past in search of your future.

But you do come across your graduation gown while you’re packing away your closet. It’s neatly ironed, ready for the big day – May 10th. There’s something about that day that gives you pause, so you pull out your phone to scan the email sent to you by the Wings front office. Your first preseason game was on May 2nd against the Aces.

The second preseason game? May 10th. In Dallas.

Your face falls. Your phone screen goes dark from disuse while you stare in silent disbelief at your graduation gown.

Basketball wasn’t always the goal.

It was a reprieve before it was your passion before it was the best part of your life. You didn’t know if you’d be able to play in middle school, didn’t think you’d get recruited to the best basketball college fresh out of high school. You didn’t know if you’d win a national championship or meet some of your best friends ever. You didn’t know that you’d get drafted.

College was the goal. The goal was beating the odds, of getting a degree and an experience that your family wasn’t lucky enough to put time away for. The goal was succeeding despite every barrier and obstacle that made it difficult for you. The goal was walking across the stage after four years, officially becoming a college graduate, making your family – and yourself – proud, to be able to say that you did. And, sure, walking across the stage doesn’t take away the fact that you did the time. That you excelled. That you sacrificed so much to be a student athlete and a STEM major. Whether or not you walk across that stage has no impact on whether or not you get the degree in the mail certifying that you did everything you wanted to and got something special out of it.

But walking across that stage was a physical reminder that you refused to quit – that you held out hope even when you missed out on so many opportunities because you lacked things out of your control. It’s a reminder for you, for your parents and your family who would fill the stands, a reminder that this is possibly the most important thing you’ve ever done in your life. No one would ever understand it if they haven’t lived it.

You knew you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. You couldn’t miss graduation – you didn’t want to. You knew that you couldn’t miss the preseason game, either. Not if you wanted to keep your roster spot. Not if you wanted to prove you had more determination than the other hopeful rookies on the team. Not if you wanted to prove you were an invaluable piece to the Dallas Wings roster. The most devastating part of the situation is that you truly don’t have a choice at all.

You’re still when Paige walks in, her voice startling you. “Hey, baby. You got another roll of tape? I completely fucked up and used like, half of it on one box, but it just wouldn’t shut–” She falters, her gaze meeting yours when she realizes that you’re barely listening and you’re staring catatonically. “You okay? What’s going on?”

“Graduation is May 10th,” you tell her, and she nods – because she’d had that date saved in her calendar the moment you submitted the documentation stating that you had all requirements and would be participating in the ceremony. “And so is our second preseason game.”

Paige’s body softens with regret and understanding all at once. You swear you see something curiously like guilt as if it’s her fault at all. Like she feels bad that she got the opportunity to graduate and walk across the stage when that was the one thing you’d set out to do with your life.

She doesn’t say anything. She just wraps her arms around you, letting you sink into her embrace while you try not to fall apart. Paige knows how important this is to you.

“I don’t think I can miss the game,” you confess, not having to look up to know Paige is listening as you rest your chin on her shoulder. “Not when I’m competing for a roster spot with Aziaha and Madison and JJ and everyone who’s not you, Arike, Ty, Dijonai, NaLyssa–” Your voice breaks, and you inhale sharply, feeling the familiar sting of tears. Paige runs a soothing hand down your back, comforting you enough to keep talking. “But my parents were supposed to see me walk.”

“They will, okay?” she murmurs, like she’s never been more confident than anything in her life. “It’s not over. You’re you. You wouldn’t make it this far just to give up now. Have you called Curt?”

“Well, I was a little busy having a mental breakdown before you walked in complaining about tape, so no, I did not call Curt,” you say dramatically.

“I’m so sorry I interrupted your spiraling,” Paige deadpans, which makes you laugh a little. She gives you one more squeeze before you extract yourself from her body, turning your phone on again as you take a seat on your bed. She follows suit as you scroll through your contacts for Curt’s number.

The line rings for a few moments. Paige, as if sensing your nerves, rests her hand over your knee for encouragement before Curt’s voice clicks through, greeting you. You remember your manners before you explain the situation to him. Graduation on May 10th. Preseason game too. Can I please miss the game so I can walk the stage and not crash the fuck out? You don’t say all of that – you use your professional voice, but the sentiment is the same.

Curt doesn’t respond for a moment. And when he doesn’t, you already have your answer. You deflate as he says, not unkindly, but clearly remorseful, “I’m sorry, I don’t think you’ll be able to miss it. The coaching staff needs you there for evaluation and your contract–”

You stop listening when he starts talking about contracts and roster spots and how he’s really sorry, but he just can’t make an exception right now. You can tell he genuinely feels terrible that it’s happened this way, but the league is competitive. You need to be there if you want to play basketball in May. Knowing doesn’t make the feeling go away, though, so you thank him for his time when he’s done explaining it to you and you hang up.

Paige doesn’t make you say anything, already reaching for your phone and turning it off. She pulls you into her arms again, her mood dampened as she murmurs an apology in your ear, pressing a consoling kiss to the crown of your head.

It does make you feel a little bit better, and maybe, one day, you won’t feel as bitter and as disappointed about missing your graduation as you are now, but you just can’t push the hurt to the side.

You let Paige hold you for a little longer, her hands rubbing soothing circles on your back as you curl up against her, your head tucked into her neck.

But she’s quiet – maybe a little too quiet, and you wholeheartedly miss the expression of sheer determination on her face like she’s plotting something that you’ll never know about until the time comes.

The move to Dallas goes better than expected. You and Paige lease an apartment not too far away from the facilities, but decently away from the bustle of the city. You spend a huge chunk of your time between Target and Costco and building furniture together – Paige has always been handy although a little…creative, when it comes to the instruction manuals, so you have to force her to follow them exactly. The last thing you want is your coffee table crumbling.

Between practice, shopping, and getting used to being in a completely different city, you hardly have the time to think too hard about how you have to miss graduation. You try to let yourself be happy, too. The Wings vets are incredibly kind and helpful, although they love to tease you and Paige, which is probably something you should have known was going to happen as soon as Cathy called your name at the draft. Despite the ache of missing Storrs, your teammates, and what you still consider home, you can see yourself loving it in Dallas, too. You can see the Wings becoming your family, too.

The first preseason game goes as well as it could have. Not wanting to risk injury, neither the Wings nor the Aces do anything too crazy, just wanting to get the rookies acclimated to playing professional basketball. Your coach runs different rotations, evaluating how everyone plays. It’s sad to know that by the beginning of the regular season, a few of your new teammates will be waived, even if you have to work extra hard just to make sure it’s not you.

Ultimately, the Aces take the win. Losing wasn’t something that you were used to in Connecticut, so you try not to take it to heart. You sleep on Paige’s shoulder the entire flight back to Dallas, blissfully unaware of the plans she’s making on her phone.

A few days after the first preseason game, you’re making your way through the tunnel in the Wings facility to get ready for another grueling day of practice. Before you can enter the locker room, Paige catches your wrist at the door, taking your bag gingerly as you stare at her in confusion.

“Do you trust me?” she asks you in a tone of voice that is screaming Don’t trust me!

“Under most circumstances, yes,” you respond. “What–”

“Wait here,” she says softly. “And close your eyes, please.” You sigh, but you do as she asks, even placing your hands over your eyes for good measure. You hear shuffling inside of the locker room before she comes out again. “Keep ‘em closed, but hold out your arms.”

You do, and she helps you into what feels like a large coat. You hear the sound of a zipper and then she’s carefully fitting a hat over your head. “You comfy?” she checks in.

“Just hoping my girlfriend didn’t team up with the vets for some weird rookie hazing ritual,” you mutter, listening to her laugh.

“Something a little better than that, I promise,” Paige swears. She links her fingers with yours, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Don’t open your eyes. Just follow me.”

You let her lead you through the facility, hoping that she remembers she’s an athlete with coordination and that she doesn’t run you into a wall accidentally. Before you know it, she comes to a stop, and nervously, she says, her voice echoing, “Okay. Open your eyes.”

When you do, your breath catches in your throat. You’re dressed in your cap and gown and you’re in the practice gym, but what truly captures your attention is the makeshift stage that’s been assembled at the center of the court. There’s a podium, where one of the coordinators from UConn’s Department of Biology stands – you’d worked with her a lot when it came to your academics since you were always booked and busy with class, studying, practice, and games. Your entire team sits in neat little rows in front of the stage dressed in their practice jerseys, but most of all, your parents are front and center, too.

“Paige,” you whisper, your voice catching, and she takes your hands in hers.

“Surprise!” she says, her tone soft. Despite yourself, you give a watery laugh, trying not to cry in front of everyone. “You weren’t able to go back to Storrs to walk across the stage. So…I pulled some strings and brought Storrs to you.” You take the scene in again, your heart full. You lock eyes with Arike, who’s holding a laptop. She lifts it slightly to show you the Zoom call she’s on. The screen is full of your teammates – KK, Morgan, Ice, Sarah – and you can hear their cheers through the computer speakers.

“Dr. Snyder agreed to speak and present your diploma,” Paige continues. “And I flew out your parents for the weekend.” She lowers her voice, ensuring that only you can hear her. Your lip trembles, the love you feel for your girlfriend almost overwhelming. “I know this means a lot to you. Graduating. I’m sorry we couldn’t be in Storrs to do this, but…you deserve to be honored. You deserve to do this.” Her eyes shine a little brighter, the affection almost stifling. “I love you, and I’m so proud of you. I hope you like it.”

“Like it?” you echo, disbelief lacing your tone as you laugh again. “Paige, I love this.” Her features relax a little, her grin widening as she pulls you into a tight hug. “This means everything to me.”

“Then let’s graduate.”

You pull away and your teammates, coaching staff, and trainers all clap for you as you make your way to the lone seat reserved for you in front of everyone else. You grin a little, shaking your head as Dr. Snyder steps up to the podium fully, taking her job incredibly seriously. She clears her throat.

“Esteemed graduate, friends, family, teammates old and new,” she begins, winking at you, and you let your smile grow without a care in the world. “We’re gathered here today to celebrate an extremely special individual who was unable to make it back to Storrs to receive her degree. But unconventional does not mean undeserving, and I certainly can’t name one other student who deserves this more than she does.

“I’ve guided many students in my career,” Dr. Snyder continues. “None of them are ever the same, yet she stands a caliber above the rest. She juggled a rigorous course load, a taxing athletic schedule, and she did this for four years with determination, wit, and unyielding perseverance. She has made such a profound impact on our university, on the basketball program, as well as in the lives of many people around her. I am proud to have advised her, but even more proud to stand here today to see her achieve her dreams. On behalf of everyone at the University of Connecticut, we are so excited to see you write this next chapter of your life.”

If there weren’t tears in your eyes during Dr. Snyder’s speech, then there are when she reaches for the degree cover and says your name. It feels like getting drafted all over again – but it’s even better than being drafted, because this has been your dream longer than basketball has been a reality. It was difficult, and most days it felt damn near impossible, but you did it.

You rise to the raucous applause in the gym, a beaming smile on your face as you make your way to the stage. Before you reach for your hard-earned degree, you give Dr. Snyder a crushing hug, thanking her profusely. Together, you hold onto your degree, smiling for the pictures that your parents, Paige, and the Dallas Wings media team take all at once. Even Arike is angling the computer towards you and you can vaguely hear KK over the computer screaming, “Screenshot it!” – which makes you laugh, because you know they’d have your back. Always.

You step down, degree in hand, and Paige grins at you with that soft, cheeky, scrunchy look of hers. You roll your eyes, the tears surging forward again and you wrap your arms around her tightly, burying your face in her neck and letting it all out. And when your parents step forward, too, wrapping the both of you in a large, crushing hug, you weren’t too sure how you were supposed to keep it together at all.

Graduation wasn’t how you thought it would be, but the knowledge that your family got to see you walk across the stage means everything to you.

You’ve accomplished one dream, and now, it’s time for the next.

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #dallas wings #wnba

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kpop---scenarios · 21 hours ago

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The Hot Neighbour

Pairing: Chan/ Hyunjin/ Minho x Reader

Summary: Their hot neighbour keeps dressing and undressing in front of the window. One night, they decide to take control of the situation.

Warning: Smut [ Oral, f. receiving & m. receiving, unprotected sex, facial etc] 18+ ONLY. MDNI

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: It sucks, but please don't hate lmfao I'm feeling rusty!

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“So.” Chan begins, looking at his two best friends and roommates, all three of them sitting in the living room, doing their own things. “Have you guys seen it or am I the only one?” He asks.

“Are you talking about the window?” Minho smiles.

“More so the girl in the window?” Hyunjin pipes up, glancing between the two men.

“Yes to all of that, but more so the fact that she undresses in front of that window every day.” Chan says.

“It's multiple times a day.” Minho says. “She drives me fucking crazy.”

“I think she's driving us all crazy.” Hyunjin says. “She's so fucking hot.”

“Her name is Y/N.” Chan says. “I looked at the buzzer this morning when I came home from my run.” He sighs.

“I wonder if she's there right now.” Minho ponders.

All three men look at each other, and without saying a word, they all stand up, walking towards their kitchen window that happens to face your living room window. As the three of them walk up to it, they all stare into the empty living room across the way. Just for a second before turning away, heading back to the living room.

“We shouldn't watch her anymore.” Chan says.

“Yeah, you're right.” Hyunjin responds.

“What if she's doing it on purpose?” Minho asks.

“We still shouldn't watch.” Chan mumbles. “It's not right.”

“Okay.” Minho responds.

“Okay.” Hyunjin murmurs.

“Then it's settled. No more watching the hot neighbour.” Chan huffs, looking back at his phone.

It didn't last long. And they weren't trying to look. it all seemed to be when they were in the kitchen, cleaning, cooking or doing whatever. The amount of times the sink overflowed or food was burnt was ridiculous. One, or all would glance up, seeing you smiling as you slowly pulled your robe open. Sometimes you wore a bra and panties, sometimes you didn't. Sometimes you were wearing clothes and got undressed, or sometimes you were getting dressed. It really didn't matter. It was the fact that you were getting naked in front of them, and they wanted to fuck you. Hard.

They suffered. For weeks. And weeks. Watching you. Dreaming about you. Fantasizing about you and what they'd do to you if they got the chance, and one night, after the last guest of a little get together they had left, they all stood around in the kitchen, tidying up when you appeared, again. This time you were getting undressed. It was like you knew how to drive each of them insane. Rubbing your hands over your body, throwing your head back while you grabbed your tits. Each man was hard and horny as fuck. They watched you smile, motioning them to come with one finger, and that was really all they needed.

“Fuck it, I'm going.” Minho says, turning to walk towards the door.

“We can't just go over there.” Chan says.

“She just invited us.” Hyunjin half slurs. “She did the ‘come here’ motion.”

“What he said. I can't take the teasing anymore.” Minho groans.

“So what, we're all gonna fuck her?” Chan asks.

“Fuck yeah we are. Now let's go.” Minho says, walking away. Hyunjin walks past Chan, heading to the door with Minho.

“Well fuck, I'm not missing out.” He murmurs to himself, jogging to catch up with the two that had already left the apartment.

“Does anyone know which apartment?” Hyunjin asks as the three of them walk down the unfamiliar hallway.

“5B.” Chan murmurs.

Minho and Hyunjin look over at Chan who shrugs his shoulders. “It said it on the buzzer when I looked. She was the only new name on it.”

“You know all the people in the apartment building?” Minho asks.

“You don't?” Chan gasps, looking between both men who shrug and continue walking down the hallway. It doesn't take long to find your apartment, the three of them standing outside the door.

Minho raises his hand, knocking three times on the door. They're nervous as they hear the shuffling of feet coming towards them. The door is pulled open, and you're standing there in a silk robe, part is hanging off your shoulder showing some of your bra.

“Gentlemen.” You smile. “What can I do for you?”

“You keep undressing in front of your window.” Minho states. “You're doing it on purpose.”

“You're right. I am.” You giggle. “You boys like what you see?”

“Like you wouldn't believe, Y/N.” Hyunjin sighs.

“Would you guys like to come in for a drink?” You ask. Without looking at each other, they all nod their heads, while you open the door wider for them.

“I don't know any of your names but you know mine.” you murmur.

“I'm Chan, that's Minho, and Hyunjin.” Chan says, pointing to the two other men.

You walk into the kitchen, grabbing four glasses, pouring some whiskey into each glass. You turn around, seeing all three of them standing there, eyeing you up. You had been hoping this would happen. You'd been doing this for weeks, hoping they would show up at your door, and if they hadn't come tonight, you were going to opt for writing a sign asking them to come over but now you didn't need to.

You handed each of them their drinks, and they down them within a second, setting the cups onto the counter before you had even taken a sip.

“A little eager, are we?” You laugh. You set down your cup, walking towards the hallway to your bedroom. You turn your head to look back at the men who are still standing there. “You guys coming?” You ask, walking down the hallway, opening the door to your room. You stand in the middle of your room, slipping off your robe while they walk into your room, the door closes and there's hands all over you without a second thought. Hyunjin comes up to you, kissing you, his hands grabbing at your hair. His lips were soft as they gently moved against yours. You were pulled away from Hyunjin, Minho smiling as he pressed his lips to yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss. He backs away from you, Chan’s hand grabs the back of your head, moving in for a kiss of his own, leaving you breathless. Hyunjin moves behind you, peppering kisses against your neck before Chan pulls away from you. You let out quiet moans as their hands are all over your body, touching you in places that make your knees weak. Hyunjin unhooks your bra, you let it fall to the floor while Minho grabs your tits, wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking and tugging at it. You throw your head back while Chan moves in, kneeling down, pulling your panties down your legs.

“On the bed.” Minho says, motioning towards your unmade bed.

“Legs spread.” Chan demands. You bite your lip, making your way to your bed, laying on your back with your legs spread wide open.

You watch each man as they all begin to undress. They pull their shirts over their heads, dropping them to the floor, before taking off their pants and boxers, each one of their thick, veiny cocks standing tall. You can see the precum seeping from their tips, making you lick your lips. You wanted each of them to ram their cocks down your throat.

Minho walks to the edge of the bed, dragging you closer to the edge before he places your ankles over his shoulders. He spreads your lips, leaning in to wrap his lips around your clit.

“Fuck.” You gasp, immediately feeling nothing but pleasure flowing through your body. You try to buck your hips, but Minho places his hand down onto your stomach, preventing you from grinding on his face.

Hyunjin and Chan crawl onto the bed, each one kneeling beside you. They were both grabbing your tits, playing with your nipples. Your head looks over at both of them, seeing their cocks standing tall, twitching, needing to be touched. You reach over, one hand on each cock. You rubbed your thumb over their tips, spreading the cum spilling out of them, all around their cock's before you slowly jerk them. Your moans increase, as both men start thrusting into your hand. “Oh my fucking god.” You cry out. “Fuck I'm gonna cum.”

With that, Minho moves his tongue faster. He pushes two fingers inside of you while he sucks on your clit. Hyunjin and Chan thrust harder into your hands, making you explode. You scream out as your orgasm pushes through your body, sending you into pure euphoric bliss.

Minho pulls away from you, licking his lips, lapping up your juices from his face.

“On all fours.” Hyunjin tells you. You roll over in your bed, getting onto your knees and hands, spreading your legs for whichever once was going to fuck you first.

Chan moves behind you, you can feel his hands on your hips as he pushes his cock inside of you. Minho moves in front of you, on his knees.

“Open wide.” He smiles, holding onto your cock. You open your mouth, letting Minho push himself into your mouth. You close your mouth around Minho's cock, your arms already shaking. Hyunjin strokes his cock while he watches you get fucked by Chan, and throat fucked by Minho.

You try to moan, but it's muffled by Minho's cock, he thrusts his cock into your mouth, doing his best to shove it as deep down your throat as he can.

Just before you were going to cum again, they all switched positions, this time Hyunjin is behind you, stretching out your cunt while he pushes his cock into you, Chan kneeling in front of you, letting you wrap your mouth around his cock, sucking your juices off of him.

Hyunjin digs his fingers into your hips, ramming into you as hard as he can. “You're pussy's so fucking tight.” Hyunjin groans.

You're panting, Chan grabs a clump of your hair, holding your head, throwing his own head back as you suck his cock. “Holy fuck, I'm not going to last much longer.” Chan breathes, trying to hold back his orgasm.

“Me neither.” Hyunjin grunts, smacking your ass.

“Lemme fuck her.” Minho groans. Hyunjin pulls out of your pussy, and you drop onto your stomach, rolling over onto your back.

“Mhmm, that's a good view.” Minho murmurs, holding up your legs, sliding his cock into you. Chan and Hyunjin are on either side of you, your hands once again wrapped around their cocks, stroking them. They watch your tits bounce as Minho plows his cock into you. Minho places his fingers on your clit, rubbing your sensitive and swollen clit, making you scream.

“Oh my god.” You pant, squirming beneath him, while still letting Chan and Hyunjin fuck your hand.

It felt so fucking good, you couldnt control it, your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, making you scream out as you came all over his cock.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Chan groans. “I'm gonna cum.” He grunts.

“Shit, so am I.” Hyunjin moans.

“Cum all over me.” You gasp, opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out, waiting for them to cover you with their juices.

“Oh fuck.” Minho groans, watching you lay there with your tongue out, mouth open, jerking off Hyunjin and Chan. It didn't take long, Chan was first, missing your mouth, hitting your tits and neck. Hyunjin came next, getting some in your mouth, but mostly covering your face.

Minho pulls out of you, stroking his cock, spilling his load all over your stomach.

“Where's the bathroom?” Chan asks, getting off the bed.

“There's one right through that door.” You heave, pointing across the room.

Chan goes in there, grabbing four towels. He throws one at Minho and one to Hyunjin before wiping himself down. When he is done, he walks to you, where you were still trying to catch your breath. He wipes all the cum from your body, throwing the towels into the laundry room.

“That was so fun.” You mumble, your eyes closed. All three men begin to get dressed, while you lay there naked and raw, pussy throbbing.

“Going already?” You laugh.

“No.” Chan laughs with you. “Hyunjin is going to grab some food. Minho is going to start your shower, and I'm going to find a movie for us to watch.”

“Do you guys do this alot? Fuck a girl together and then do all this extra stuff? Especially a one night stand.” You ask.

“Actually, this is the first time we've ever done this.” Chan laughs. “And you're definitely not a one night stand.”

“Not even close.” Minho says, wiping his hands from starting the shower. “I think it's safe to say we all wanna get to know you and see where things go.” He adds. “I mean, if that's something you'd want.”

“I think that's something I'd definitely want.” You smile. “Let's see where things go.”

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thehoneybeestings · 2 days ago

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𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐢

𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐦𝐞𝐥’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

୨ৎ pt. i

Word Count: 3k

Synopsis: A reflection on the events that led you to your current predicament, in which you've been caught sneaking out of your best friend's mother's room... by your best friend... oops!

Content/Warnings: major canon divergence (see author's note), nsfw, reader is referred to w fem pronouns/has fem anatomy, top!ambessa, bottom!reader, age gap, oral (r receiving), sneaky library sex fuckkkk

A/N: fair warning! i am fully aware of the creative liberty i had to take here to craft a story in which mel and ambessa have a solid enough relationship that this was not a major betrayal on reader's behalf. i'm trying to strengthen my angst writing skills, but unfortunately, it just won't be at mel's expense lol. i'm sorry if you all were hoping for something angstier, but i just can't do nhe yet, so i hope you enjoy what i did write!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

It’d been about three months since you’d met your best friend’s mother. “She can be a bit… frosty,” Mel had warned, “but don’t mind it. She isn’t as scary as she likes people to think she is.”

That much, you would come to learn in the following months.

At first, Ambessa refused to entertain the idea of having you; refused it in the daylight, at least. She couldn’t help where her mind wandered when her only company was the moonlight streaming in through her windows and a candle's flame dancing on her nightstand.

Even then-even after knowing full well that she’d coaxed herself to sleep with images of you flickering behind her closed eyes and a hand in between her legs to accompany them-she refused to act on her attraction.

Ambessa was an esteemed Noxian general. Feared and respected by elites across the world. A grown ass woman. She did not “sneak around.”

And especially not with the girl seated next to her daughter at tonight’s progress day gala, who was giggling about something superficial, something childish, she automatically assumed. No- if Ambessa was going to share her precious time and affections with someone, they would need to match her wits and wisdom. They would need to be able to keep up with her.

So, she brushes off how beautiful the young lady's berry-colored smile is, and scans the room for the nearest table of champagne flutes.

She’d never been one for these events. There was always something better to do than stand around and make idle chit-chat, she thought. If there weren’t soldiers to command or negotiations to be made, there was at least a book that she was dying to get home to. In fact, that reminded her of the cliffhanger she left off on before she- “Not one for galas, I presume?” Annoyingly so, the sudden inquiry pulls her from the solace of her trailing thoughts.

Her agitation is quickly extinguished when a berry-colored smile comes into view.

Not that you can tell. She still looks as disinterested as ever.

“What makes you say that?” She deadpans, her rich voice smooth and steady. You thank the Gods that you’d chosen a long-sleeved gown to wear tonight, for if not, she’d surely see the goosebumps traveling down your arms.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, feigning a casual confidence. “The brooding, perhaps.”

She cocks her head to the side, eyes narrowing slightly at your boldness.

You don’t miss the corner of her mouth pulling up into an amused smirk.

“I’m only kidding,” you smile back. “I just have a knack for spotting fellow introverts.” “You seem to be enjoying yourself well enough,” she muses, gesturing to where Mel spearheads the table’s conversion.

“I enjoy Mel,” you correct, “and when your best friend asks you to play wingwoman for the night because the object of her affections is on the guestlist, you don’t say no.”

A low chuckle escapes the general.

“Talis?”

“How did you know?”

“How could I not? The girl is obsessed.”

This time, a chuckle of your own.

“She’s… insistent. Decides she wants something, and won't relent until she has it. But, she utilizes her ambition to fight for what’s right,” you continue, a warm smile now seated on your lips, “and for that, I have boundless respect and admiration for her.”

Ambessa feels her heart wrench.

Guilt.

If there was anyone who deserved someone as supportive as you in their corner, it was Mel. She would not get in between that.

Not that she had begun to humor the idea of having you, anyway.

“She’s a wonderful girl,” Ambessa remarks softly.

You look over just in time to catch the somber expression with which Ambessa watches her daughter light up the room. She’s quick to school it when she sees you turn, taking a sip of her champagne.

Your words are soft, spoken with an undercurrent of understanding.

“She speaks highly of you.”

The muscle of Ambessa’s jaw tightens for a split second.

“She does?” she asks with a raised brow, trying her best to feign indifference, but you aren’t ignorant of the tumultuous path that has led the two women to their relationship today. They had both worked hard for the bond they now shared, and Ambessa treasures that bond more than she’s ever treasured anything else.

“She does,” you affirm. “You’ve raised an excellent girl. You’ve also raised a literature fiend, who I can assure you is currently raving about all three of the books she plans to finish by the end of the month.”

Ambessa punches out a laugh. That’s when Mel’s head snaps in her mother’s direction; when she finds that you were the source of her mother’s laughter; when she’s thrust into the crisis that would plague her for months:

“Oh Gods… why do I like them together?!”

She wouldn’t dare speak of this revelation.

You wouldn’t dare speak of being pressed against a library door with her mother’s lips trailing down your neck.

You’d both taken to roaming the halls of whoever’s estate this was after deciding that reprieve from the crowd would be more than welcome.

The library’s doors had been wide open, its walls of books luring you in.

“Ooh,” you’d murmured mischievously, “shall we pop in and judge someone’s taste?”

Ambessa rolls her eyes and shakes her head, but follows closely behind anyway.

“And what is your taste, dear?” she asks.

With bright eyes and excited words spoken a bit too fast, you go on to share your favorite books and why they'd earned the distinction. She rears her head back, brows raised.

“I must say… I’m impressed,” she admits. “You’ve mentioned some of my favorites as well.”

“Go on then,” you urge, taking a seat in a wingbacked chair, “I know you’ve got a thesis just waiting for an audience.”

She chortles, leaning against the desk in front of you. “Do you have a knack for spotting fellow bookworms, too?”

You shrug with a smirk. “What can I say? I’m perceptive.”

A smirk graces her lips as she scans you, but the look in her eyes is unreadable. It’s abandoned, anyway, when she begins discussing her interpretation of one of her favorite works; and when you interject with a counter thesis that truly has her stumped, she knows she’s screwed.

She wanted someone who could keep up with her, didn’t she?

So now, here you are, lips swollen from where they were just pressed against her own until you couldn’t breathe. Her grip is firm around your waist as she cages you against the library's tall wooden door and trails open-mouthed kisses down your throat. Her hand snakes up your figure to tangle into your hair and tugs to expose more of your neck. She leaves a nip over your pulse, slides a muscled thigh in between your legs, and when you gasp as she presses in, she finally pulls away to lock eyes with you.

Her composure sends a chill down your spine.

“My daughter comes first,” she asserts. “Always. If at any point either of us believes that this arrangement could bring her harm, we cease immediately.”

Her words are sobering. You think of what this could mean for your friendship if Mel ever found out; of how on earth she’d possibly feel, of what on earth she’d possibly say.

You’d cross that bridge when you got there, you finally resign, because you’re already soaked through your underwear.

“Of course,” you breathe with a nod. “I understand completely.”

A wicked smirk spreads across her face. She takes your chin between her thumb and forefinger.

“Good girl,�� she croons; and when your jaw goes slack, she takes the opportunity to thumb at your bottom lip before the digit slides over its plush to rest on your tongue.

Without thinking, you suck.

“Very good.”

She pulls her thumb from your mouth with a pop, smearing a bit of your dark red lipstick on your chin in the process.

“Your gown is lovely,” she muses innocently, as if she isn’t sinking to her knees and rucking up the dark red fabric.

You stare down at her with wide, desperate eyes, your hand darting out to grab at her shoulder for support.

“I apologize,” she suddenly chimes, slowly pulling your thin garment of lace and cotton down and out of her way, “we’ve already established a mutual disinterest in small talk, haven’t we?”

And then, she disappears underneath the gathered material of your dress. You brace yourself, hoping to the Gods you don’t come embarrassingly fast, but considering the way your legs twitch as soon as she brushes against your arousal, the odds are not in your favor.

You feel your face heat up when she speaks up to confirm what a mess you are for her.

“So wet for me already, darling. Do discussions on literature always turn you on this much?”

Your breathless chuckle is cut off by a whine when she presses her nose against your clit, her mouth hovering just over the slick pooling at your entrance.

“You’re being mean,” you fuss, bucking your hips forward.

She places a kiss upon the bud of nerves aching for attention, and a chuckle rumbles deep in her chest, sending vibrations through your core that have you clenching around nothing.

“Oh, child,” she coos, tossing one of your legs over her strong shoulder, “You have no clue what mean is.”

You inhale sharply through gritted teeth as she finally licks a stripe up from your entrance to your clit. Her mouth never leaves you, immediately closing around your pearl to suck; hard.

You let out a squeak, earning yourself a quick pinch on the plush of your hip where she rests her hand.

“Make another noise and I’ll stop. You need to learn to be quiet if this arrangement is what you want.”

You nod fervently. “Okay,” you exhale, tapping her shoulder in a desperate plea for her to continue, “okay, I’m sorry.”

She drags her tongue through your slick again, draws a circle around your clit with the muscle, dips into the nectar now dripping down your thighs.

“Such a messy girl,” she mocks, mouth still pressed against you. You bite down hard on your lip as she returns to her ministrations. Her tongue laps at your clit steadily now, only stopping every few moments or so to lap at the sweet taste of your arousal.

Your chest heaves with labored breaths, and your legs are starting to shake. You're nearly delirious on her mouth, her languid strokes coaxing you closer and closer to the edge.

She brings a thick finger to your entrance, but doesn’t even get the chance to press into you before you gasp, urgently whispering,

“I’m so close- I’m gonna come.”

She chuckles knowingly. That much was obvious. Her finger slides up to part you like flower petals, and when her mouth latches onto your clit once more, you throw your head back against the door, hand flying over your mouth to conceal the whimper that escapes you.

Your breath is jagged as you come down; that is, until she stands up and splays a hand across your stomach.

“Breathe, child.” It’s a command, leaving no room for disobedience.

You take a deep breath in, eyes fluttering open on exhale. She stares down at you with something like pride. Approval.

“How do you feel?” She asks, gently pulling your underwear back into place. With the handkerchief previously folded up in her back pocket, she first wipes at the smudge of berry-red lipstick adorning your chin, wipes your slick from her own mouth, and then folds it over to dab at the slick on your thighs before tucking it into her bra this time. She gingerly adjusts your dress, straightens your necklace, smooths out your hair.

“Good,” you smile. “Really good.”

“Do you need a moment before we rejoin the party?”

“I’m okay,” you shake your head.

Her eyes narrow as if to ask if you’re sure.

“Really. I’m fine. Unless I still look… you know…”

“Ravished?”

You chuckle shyly. “Y-yes…that.”

For the first time that you’ve ever seen, her eyes are warm. She tucks a tendril of hair behind your ear.

“You look beautiful, darling.”

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

Another three months had passed since. Months of stealing glances across extravagant dining room tables, or staying up all hours of the night in her study to discuss the books you were currently reading, or sneaking off to her bed chambers to let her devour you like a woman starved.

You spare one last glance over your shoulder at the sleeping woman. You both knew the drill; you’d spend your nights together, accompanied only by the high moon and candlelight, but by day, Mel came first.

Mel, who is now staring at you with a slack jaw, wondering why in the Gods’ names you’re tiptoeing out of her mother’s bedroom.

You were usually more careful, sneaking back down to Mel’s room where she thought you’d been all night before the sun even had the chance to break the horizon. You’d been less disciplined this morning, far less inclined to leave Ambessa with empty arms after she’d officially declared that she wanted you to be hers. Still, you'd be able to play it off perfectly well, you thought. You’d just pretend to have gotten up to use the bathroom or to fetch a glass of water. Neither of which necessitated being in Ambessa Medarda’s room. This unfortunate fact hits you like a train when you lock eyes with Mel.

Your jaw goes slack, the color drains from your face, and your stomach drops.

As much as you try-as much as you want to- you can’t say anything. You’re not sure whether to be relieved or terrified when Mel speaks first instead.

“I’ll just… right… I’ll be in the kitchen. Having breakfast. You know. As one does.”

You watch in horror as she awkwardly scrambles away, and tears prick your eyes as soon as she’s out of sight.

“My daughter comes first,” Ambessa had said. “If at any point either of us believes that this arrangement could bring her harm, we cease immediately.”

Your mind is racing. You wonder at what point this went too far, at what point you should have called it; and then, eventually, you figure that all this wondering will get you nowhere.

Nothing would change the fact that you’ve been sneaking around with your best friend’s mother, and nothing would change the fact that now, she knows.

There was only one thing to do: be a big girl and face the music.

You pad down the stairs, stomach twisting in knots when you begin making your way down the hall leading to the kitchen. You swear you’re about to hurl when you round the corner to find Mel and Jayce seated on barstools at the marble island, speaking in urgent, hushed voices.

As much as you would have rather disappeared completely in this moment, you clear your throat instead, making your presence known.

Jayce shoots up, running a hand through his hair.

Damn it, you think, he only does that when he’s nervous.

“I’ll, uh, leave you girls to it...”

Your lips press into a thin line as he walks past you, leaving you alone with Mel. You take a step forward, wrapping your arms around you.

“Mel…” you begin, voice already breaking, “I don’t… I don’t know where to begin.”

She rises from her seat, steeling herself for the conversation with a deep breath and a clenched jaw. Her green eyes bore into you.

“Very well, then,” she begins, crossing her arms in front of her. “You can start by telling me how long this has been going on.”

“Um…”

You chew your lip, brows furrowing in an anxious concentration as you parse through the past few months for the beginning of your escapades with Ambessa.

“It’s been about-”

Mel’s hand flies up to cover her mouth.

A confused look appears on your face. Bit of an early reaction, you think…

And then, she snorts.

She’s laughing.

“Oh Gods, I can’t possibly keep this up; darling, you look like you’re about to faint.”

“What?” You whisper, eyes darting across her features as you try to make sense of what on Earth is going on.

“Y/n,” Mel begins, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I know you’ve been seeing her.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head.

“What?! How?”

“Oh, please. I know a woman in love when I see one.”

Your jaw is slack, eyes narrowing in disbelief until, finally, you exhale. Your hand flies to your racing heart, relief washing over you.

She isn’t angry.

“In fact,” she continues, handing you a glass of orange juice, “I’ve been harboring a bit of a secret myself.”

You raise a brow, urging her to continue as you sit down on one of the stools.

“I'm quite positive that the two of you are a great match.”

You choke mid-sip.

“What?” You cough, clumsily wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“It’s true,” she muses. “I’ve thought so since seeing her laugh with you at the progress day ball a few months ago. My mother doesn’t laugh.”

You chuckle at the assertion, though she’s completely serious.

“Then why try setting me up with all of those different people?” You wonder outwardly.

“Tell me you wouldn’t have gotten suspicious if I’d suddenly stopped utilizing my impeccable matchmaking abilities,” she begins. “You would have started wondering if there was something wrong, and you know I can’t lie to you, so then I would have had to admit that the person I really thought you should be set up with was my mother.”

You giggle at the thought of that conversation, and Mel takes a seat beside you, resting her chin in her palm.

“I do wish you’d told me,” she says softly. “I don’t like this secret-keeping business.”

A pang of guilt pierces you.

“I know,” you sigh. “I’m sorry, Mel. It really wasn’t ever supposed to go this far, but…”

“Here you are,” she states with a shrug and a knowing grin.

“Here I am,” you repeat.

Mel shoots you a wink. “I know a woman in love when I see one.”

𝐄𝐍𝐃 ୨ৎ

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

Taglist: @ya-boi-v

#ambessa x reader #ambessa x you #ambessa x y/n #ambessa smut #ambessa imagine #ambessa one shot #ambessa medarda #ambessa arcane #arcane smut #arcane imagine #arcane one shot #lesbian #sapphic #wlw #ambessa medarda x reader

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pb5luvr · 11 hours ago

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azzi’s savior

a/n: this might be controversial but yall need to chill on shyanne getting waived. people are acting like she’s never gonna be able to play basketball again damn.

3rd POV

it all started with a movie night, a normal occurrence for the uconn women’s basketball team. it was the end of the week and to wind down, the team piled into someone’s dorm, eyes glued to a the tv, passing around popcorn. this week, deciding to spice things up, kk had suggested they’d watch a scary movie.

“yeah! we haven’t watched any scary ones recently!” ice said excitedly.

“i’m down for whatever,” aubrey responded.

azzi, tucked into paige’s side already, frantically looked around the room to see if anyone had another idea. to her dismay, everyone was on board with this whole scary movie idea. paige, sensing her girlfriends discomfort, gently nudged azzi’s shoulder.

“hey,” she said softly making azzi look up at her, “we don’t have to stick around if you don’t want to.”

“i’ll be fine,” azzi shook her head, “it’s just a movie, i know none of it’s real.”

“alright, but if you ever wanna leave, let me know,” paige said, turning her head back to the tv as kk started the movie.

as the movie played, azzi had tried to convince herself that she was fine. even though after every jump scare she tucked her head further into paige’s neck, she was determined not to be a wuss and finish watching the movie. paige, more focused on azzi than the movie, would squeeze azzi just a little tighter everytime she jumped.

eventually, the movie finished and azzi was determined to get out of there as fast as possible. she practically dragged paige out of kk’s dorm as she beelined for her own room. she was already dressed in her pajamas for the night so all she needed to do was brush her teeth and take 17 melatonin gummies to hopefully get her to sleep.

when her and paige finally got comfortable in bed, azzi’s eyes stayed open, scared that if she closed her eyes for even a second, she would open them to some creepy girl standing over her. paige knew her girlfriend was scared. she also knew that azzi was petrified of the dark, so, she offered to sleep with a night light in an attempt to soothe azzi’s fears.

“i’m not five paige,” azzi protested when paige asked if she wanted to sleep with a light on.

“i know, but i want you to actually get some sleep tonight,” paige responded.

“it’s just an embarrassing fear,” azzi said, “i’ll be fine.”

or so she thought.

even with paige’s hand rubbing soothingly up and down her back, arms protectively around her, azzi couldn’t fall asleep for the life of her. suddenly, azzi sat up and reached for the bottle of melatonin gummies that sat on her night stand. clearly the two she had already taken weren’t doing the job.

“woah, slow down partner,” paige said, pushing azzi’s hand away from the container.

“i can’t fall asleep though,” azzi said, getting frustrated with her fear.

paige frowned as azzi went to lay her head back on paige’s chest.

“what can i do to help baby?” paige asked softly.

“i don’t know, tell me about your day or something, hearing your voice makes me feel better,” azzi said.

paige smiled softly before starting to rant about her day. to her—and azzi’s—relief, azzi had drifted off the sleep and knowing that her girlfriend was okay, paige finally fell asleep as well.

it was two am when azzi had woken up from her short slumber. thankfully, she hadn’t had any nightmares, but she really, really had to pee. and she was not about to go alone.

“paige,” she whispered, gently shaking her awake.

paige stirred a little before opening her eyes, just a bit, “what? what’s wrong?” she asked.

“i have to pee and i don’t wanna go alone,” azzi said softly, vulnerable.

paige stretched her arms out and rubbed her eyes before swinging her legs over to edge of the bed to stand. azzi smiled to herself, wondering how she got so lucky that her girlfriend would do anything for her. azzi happily stood up as well before paige reached her hand out and laced their fingers together. just as paige was about to open the door, azzi swore she heard something in the hall.

“wait,” she stopped paige, “did you hear that?”

paige listened for a second, “no? i think you’re just hearing things baby.”

azzi stayed still for a moment before deciding that maybe she was just hearing things and let paige open the door. azzi clutched to paige’s side as paige led them down the hall to the bathroom.

“i swear to god if you’re gone when i come out of this bathroom we’re breaking up,” azzi said firmly.

paige let out a soft laugh, “i would never leave you az.”

when azzi finished, paige laced their fingers together once more before leading azzi back down the hall to her room. out of the corner of her eye, azzi saw something standing and shot her head in that direction before letting out a scream and throwing herself into paige.

turns out, it was just ice.

still, azzi swore she felt her soul leave her body.

“what? what’s wrong?” paige asked confused and oblivious, still instinctively wrapping her arms around azzi.

“oh my god ice you scared the shit out of me!” azzi mumbled loudly, her head still tucked into paige’s neck.

“i scared you?” ice said, her hand on her chest, “you just screamed bloody murder!”

all azzi could do was let out a deep sigh before she lifted her head from paige’s chest.

“can’t a girl just get some water in her own dorm anymore?” ice mumbled as she brushed past paige and azzi.

“you good now?” paige asked, holding back a smile.

azzi shot her a death glare, “yes i’m fine,” she said as she dragged paige back to her room, “let’s go.”

when the two got back to azzi’s room, paige laid on the bed while azzi sat up with her arms crossed. even though paige knew how bad azzi’s fear of the dark was, she still found azzi’s reaction just a little funny.

“it’s not funny,” azzi said as she turned to face away from paige.

“c’mon you have to admit it was a little-” paige started before azzi cut her off.

“no it wasn’t paige,” azzi shot back, “now don’t tell me it was funny again or else i’ll start crying, seriously.”

“okay, okay,” paige said as she grabbed azzi’s wrist, “not funny, i’m sorry angel.”

“you better be,” azzi mumbled as she reluctantly laid her head back on paige’s chest. even though she was pissed off at her, there’s was no way in hell she would be able to fall asleep without paige by her side.

before azzi got comfy again, she reached out for the container of the melatonin. again.

“azzi,” paige started.

“please?” azzi pouted at her, “just one more. i’m definitely not going to be able to fall asleep naturally after that.”

paige was silent before she finally gave in, “fine, one more.”

azzi happily grabbed one out of the container and popped it in her mouth before laying her head back down on paige’s chest. even though she had paige, her real savior of tonight was that damn container of melatonin.

#paige bueckers #paige #paige buckets #paige x azzi #azzi fudd #pazzi #pazzi fics #pazzi crumbs #azzi35

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millerskitty · 2 days ago

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Running If You Call My Name

❥ dbf!joel / f!reader x joel miller

❥ (18+) nsfw

❥ reader insert

❥ medium burn, no outbreak au. some timelines are changed to fit the story.

dividers by @/saradika !

summary: you are a twenty five year old woman who lives with your father in austin, tx. you’ve been good friends with the millers for years, but in the past few months you’ve begun to see joel in a new light and it’s disrupting your life.

warnings: brief mention of parent loss, grief, loneliness and sexual harassment (by an inconsequential coworker) (pls let me know if i forgot anything — this is my first fic)

Chapter 1

That summer had been a scorcher. It was routine to shimmy out of your business casual and throw on a tank top and shorts each day after work. You let your hair down from its clip and let it fall naturally.

It was Friday evening and your father was out grilling in the back. Corn on the cob, fajitas and sausage were on the grill, making the air smokey and delicious. You knew there would be a big bowl of potato salad in the fridge and deviled eggs on the shelf above it. You stepped out of the glass sliding door to join the chef.

“How was work, doll?” Your father asked, sliding up his sunglasses to greet you.

You approached him for a big bear hug. He was damp with sweat from the hard work of grilling in the heat. “Hey Pop. Work was work.” You said, going over to a pool chair and reclining it so you could get some sun. “Are the Millers coming over?

“‘Course, Joel’s taking Sarah to pick out some gear for her softball camp. She leaves tomorrow.”

“Oh cool, and how was your day off?” You lathered some sun screen on your arms, chest, and stomach. The smell of chlorine coming off the pool was met with the barbecue smell. It was a nostalgic combination, reminding you of the two and a half decade’s worth of memories made in your backyard.

“All good, changed the oil on the truck, decided to grill for Sarah’s last day at home.”

The Millers usually came over when Pop was grilling. You wished you’d made a cake for Sarah’s last night in town.

“I made her some of that pink salad she loves.” He seemed to read your mind.

You lied back, closing your eyes and clearing your thoughts for half an hour. Your peace was interrupted by the sound of cicadas buzzing louder to compete with the sound of a truck pulling into your driveway. Joel and Sarah must have come straight over from shopping instead of walking down the street to your home from theirs. There was a flutter in your stomach when you’d heard Pop answer the front door and greet them, Joel’s booming voice asking where you were.

It was only a few moments before you’d heard the glass sliding door open and Sarah popped over to you.

“Hey Bug.” You said, looking up at her with a smile.

“Oh we’re sunbathing, huh? Let me get changed, be right back.” She said, turning on her heel with her backpack over her shoulder.

You loved that girl to death, she’d been in your life for the past decade. Ever since she and Joel had moved down the street, they’d become a part of your life. Joel and Pop hit it off when Joel had noticed Pop trying to fix a gutter on his own.

Pop was cursing up a storm when he’d failed to secure the gutter and it all toppled down. Joel had been outside sitting on the tailgate of his pickup truck that evening when he’d seen Pop and jogged over to help. It had taken him a fraction of the time to get it right. Pop was impressed and slightly embarrassed, but he thanked Joel with a cold beer and the rest was history.

Life had become less lonely with the Millers around. Before they’d moved down the street it was mostly just you and Pop. Your mother passed away when you were just a toddler. She was sick and it almost killed Pop when he couldn’t do anything to save her. After a few years overshadowed by grief he’d turned his life around and became everything you needed from a mother and a father.

You were fifteen when you’d started to babysit six year old Sarah for Joel. Now ten years later, at twenty-five and sixteen you were very much bonded. You’d been there for Sarah when she’d come out as a lesbian. It took Joel by surprise, but he embraced his daughter and her choices.

You felt a pang of guilt as she took her spot beside you by the pool. Your friend would probably get the ick if you’d mentioned that you maybe, sort of, kind of had a crush on Joel. Your fathers sat beside the grill, just out of earshot, nursing two cold beers and chatting. You had to fight the urge to look back at Joel. The opportunity to get up and cross paths with him would come when the food was ready.

The truth was you’d inadvertently developed a crush on Joel Miller. It felt sort of twisted, he was twelve years your senior, almost forty years old. Not exactly old enough to be your father, but still a noticeable age gap nonetheless.

You’d asked him for guitar lessons last Winter and he obliged. He took you to a music store and you picked out an acoustic guitar. He was excited to pass down the skill to at least one other person. Sarah was never interested, what she really cared about was competing in sports. You’d gone over to their home on weekends and practiced, Joel moved your fingers patiently back to their position when you’d messed up. His large, callused hands landed and held the strings down with ease. He’d tried to make you commit to developing your own calluses to improve your skill.

By the end of Winter you’d learned how to play a handful of songs, mostly dad rock that Joel loved and knew by heart. He would smile so bright when you’d finally get it right. You did everything in your power to get him to flash his teeth and celebrate your little victories.

“That’s it, Darlin, those fingers ain't just for clickin’ and clackin’ on a keyboard now.” He’d chuckled.

You had been drunk on his praise and your shared laughter one evening when you leapt up from your seat and onto Joel's lap, throwing your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your waist and you pulled your head back, coming face to face with him. His breath was warm on your lips and you swore there was something in his eyes. It flashed and faded as quickly as it had appeared.

You both dropped the embrace and Joel cleared his throat, helping you pack up for the night. Tears of embarrassment stung your eyes as you silently gathered your things and went home without another word.

You knew in that moment that you were well and truly fucked. As it would happen, you couldn’t stop thinking about Joel from that moment on. You tried to temper your feelings. You mostly doubted that he’d felt what you felt in that moment. The spark, the fear and the desire to cross the line. But the gleam in his eye, the way he almost leaned forward then hesitated replayed in your mind.

You’d stopped responding to the guys you were matched with on dating apps. You’d lost interest in anyone other than Joel. You’d imagined all the ways that evening could have gone. He could have become upset that you’d crossed his boundaries, but he didn’t. He could have closed the gap between you and pressed his lips to yours, but he didn’t. And you hadn’t spoken of that incident since it happened, two seasons ago.

“Can you two go in and grab the potato salad and eggs from the fridge?” Pop had asked you and Joel, tearing you away from your thoughts.

“Yeah, no problem.” Joel said, opening the sliding door and motioning for you to head in first.

Your skin prickled when you sensed his eyes skating over your body from behind as you opened the fridge.

“Pop made pink salad for Sarah,” you said, grabbing the bowl of potato salad and turning to face Joel.

“She’s gonna go nuts.” He said grinning, “How’ve you been, kid?”

“Not a kid, Joel.” You huffed. “I’m a quarter of a century old.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He took the deviled eggs from the shelf in the fridge and followed you out to the back.

After the barbecue, Pop had made a run to the gas station for more beer and Joel made his way to the kitchen to help you clean up while Sarah took a dip in the pool.

“How’s Angel treating you?” Joel asked, drying off the wet dishes from the rack.

“She’s good, but I’ve been neglecting her a bit lately.” You said, speaking of your six string acoustic guitar. An image of that moment in Joel’s garage flashed through your mind and you blushed.

“That’s a shame, what’s been keeping you too busy to play?” He knew where your dishes belonged, putting them away in the cabinets and drawers as he spoke.

“Work, mostly. This guy at the office has been bugging me to go out on a date with him, it’s borderline sexual harassment.” You huffed, wiping down the inside of the sink.

“Well that’s just not right. You should tell the boss.” Joel said, his voice stern.

“He’s the boss’s nephew.” You turned and saw Joel’s jaw clenched. Your stomach flipped. You hadn’t meant to strike a nerve.

“Shouldn’t matter, he's a punk. What’s his name?”

“Easy, cowboy.” You said, stepping closer to him. “Nothing’s gonna happen, he’s just overly confident.”

“Tell him your friend Joel wants to talk.” This time he was grinning, drying off a glass bowl. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the tanned skin on his muscular arms.

You were staring until you heard the screen door pop open, then the front door creaked open as Pop appeared just in time for you and Joel to put some space between the two of you. You finished wiping down the counter and Joel rejoined your dad in the backyard.

You poked your head out the door and called out, “Pop don’t forget we’re going to go get my car fixed in the morning.”

“Shit, babe, I’m sorry I forgot. I have a work thing in Odessa, I'm gonna be out all weekend.” He said sympathetically. “You’re a big girl, you can go by yourself.”

“I’m not afraid of going alone, silly. I’m afraid that they’re gonna overcharge me cause’ I don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“I’ll take her, I won’t let that happen.” Joel said, pressing a bottle of Budweiser to his lips.

“See, no one would dare bullshit our Joel, here.” Pop grinned. He was giddy and buzzed.

“Alright, nine-thirty sound good to you?” You asked, trying not to sound excited.

“Sure. I’ll pick you up.”

Chapter 2

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller x you #joel x you #the last of us #tlou2 #pedro pascal #slow burn #medium burn #long fic #joel x female reader #joel x y/n #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x original character #tlou spoilers #tlou fanfiction #reader is afab

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lou-struck · 2 days ago

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A Miya Mix-up

Osamu Miya x reader

~ After months of watching you pine over the cute delivery guy, your coworker decided to put an end to it by slipping him your number.

W.C: 3.4k

a/n: my best friend actually works with a set of identical twins and after a little miscommunication, inspired this fic. Although she will never read this, I would like you guys to know that she told me to write this.

Multitasking is hard.

How are you supposed to get any work done while also watching the door?

All right, maybe you don’t need to be watching the front door of your Workplace. But it’s not like it’s hurting anyone, you’re just waiting for a delivery.

“What are you doing?”

“ Working,” you drone, turning in your swivel chair to face your friend and coworker.

They smile knowingly as their gaze zeroes in on something behind you. “Oh yeah? So is that why your finger has been on the spacebar for what looks like three pages?”

You snort in disbelief, “Nice try, but I’m not falling for that one. Again.”

When their gaze remains firm as they gesture to your screen, and just to appease them, you decide to prove that they are… Absolutely right

“Ugh crap.” You mutter in embarrassment, frantically using your trackpad to highlight all the unwanted spaces from the official document you were supposed to be working on. The screen returns to normal as you flash a guilty smile up at them. “Thanks for catching that, I guess I was a bit distracted.”

“Let me guess, you ordered Onigiri for lunch again?” They laugh. Your cheeks warm as you avert your gaze from the confident woman in front of you.

“I-it's a local business,” you sputter defensively. “ it’s close, it’s affordable, and~”

“And the owner is super hot,” they finish, calling you out like the lovestruck fool you are.

The sigh that leaves your lips is heavy with defeat. “That too, you know me too well.”

Ever since Onigiri Miya opened up down the street, you haven't been able to get him out of your mind. There is just something about Osamu Miya, the owner and head chef that has you crushing like a highschooler all over again.

“You know he might not be the one doing the delivery today. After all, he’s the one cooking all the food.” Although their intention isn’t to crush your hopes and dreams, it certainly feels like it.

“I was being optimistic.” you say with a smile “Either way the food is great and it’s not super pricey.”

Their attention is grabbed by something on your face as their brow furrows. “Were you eating a granola bar or something earlier today?”

“Yeah, just a while ago, why?”

They tap at their front tooth with an acrylic nail. “You got a little something right there.”

“Thanks for that,” you say wiping your teeth with a clean handkerchief. Something about finding a friend who won’t hesitate to tell you about food in your teeth or toilet paper stuck to the bottom of your shoe is heartwarming. You flash your teeth again and look at them expectantly. “Did I get it?”

They shake their head. “No, actually I think you made it worse. I would go take care of that before Hottie McRiceball comes with your special delivery.” Their tone is softened by good-natured teasing, but you still find yourself on the verge of laughter.

Playfully, you roll your eyes as you quickly stand from your desk. “We never agreed on that name and you know it.”

“Worth a shot,” they shrug as you scurry away to rinse your mouth out with some water.

“I didn't know ya still went out on deliveries Samu,” Atsumu Miya says as his brother takes a completed ticket off the countertop and boxes it up to go himself. “Don’t ya have people for that?”

“This is a special occasion.” The grey-haired twin replies. There is an uncharacteristically soft smile on his face as he packages the food with Michelin-level care.

Immediately interested, the setter reaches for the ticket on the countertop, but it is snatched away quickly. “Oh come on Samu, I’m just trying to see who it’s for.” He says innocently.

“You don’t need to see.” His brother glares, “It’s just going to one of the offices down the street. I’ll run it down there real quick and be back in 10.” Just as the words leave his mouth, a loud crash can be heard from the dining room, both men’s heads turned on a dime as they rushed towards the sound.

For arms push open the swinging double doors as they stumble across a heartbreaking site. Rice and fillings are scattered like rails over the ground as a frantic server tries to pick up what is left of the serving plate plates. The tipped-over stool sprawled out next to them tells Osamu everything he needs to know.

And now, he has to remake this order on the fly.

Atsumu watches his brother frown as a deep, tortured sigh flies from his lungs .“I gotta go take care of this.” He casts one last wistful look at the completed mystery order before turning his attention to the mess in front of him.

With his brother distracted, Atsumu, ever the helper, decides to help his brother out and take care of the special delivery.

After all, he has done more than his fair share of deliveries before when his brother was just starting out so just down the street would be a piece of cake. Eagerly, he takes the paper bag of food off the stainless steel countertop and walks back into the dining room.

Passing his brother as he walks back inside. When he sees the bag, his eyes widen and he holds out an arm. “What are ya doing with that?”

“Helpin' ya out,” he grins, “There is no way you’ll be able to deliver this food before it gets cold. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”

With that, he turns and strides away before his brother can object. Pushing open the front doors, he steps out into the moist spring air and takes a deep breath.

Looking down at the bag he spots the delivery ticket taped to the side. Gently, he lifts the ticket, reading the name and address.

Now that he has started down this path, he’s not gonna stop until he figures out who exactly y/n is, and his brother wanted to see them so badly.

After checking your teeth in the bathroom mirror for the tenth time, you find yourself back at your desk twiddling your thumbs as you wait for your lunch delivery. The clip-on desk fan above your monitor hums on full blast to hide the sound of your growling stomach.

A familiar figure clad in a black t-shirt enters through the sliding doors and your heart skips a beat. But instead of heading to your office space like he usually does, Osamu goes to the front desk to talk to the receptionist.

“Hey there, I have a delivery for a y/n.” you hear him say, despite walking right to your desk the last time you placed an order.

You struggle to hide your pout as he is pointed over to your direction. But as he gets closer, you begin to see that something is different about him.

The man walking toward you does not have the same a different physique. He is pointed in your direction and as he gets closer you realize that something is off.

Osamu is definitely a fit man, but this guy looks like he lives in the gym, the black Onigiri Miya t-shirt he is wearing seems to be struggling to contain his large arms and toned pecs. It isn't until you see the tuft of blonde hair poking out from under his cap that you realize that this must be his brother he mentioned in passing, the professional volleyball player.

“His brown eyes light up when he sees you as if he is putting the pieces of a puzzle together, “y/n?”

“That’s me,” you smile, eyeing the food in the setter's hand. “You must be the brother?”

“What? Brother? Nah I just met the guy this mornin’,” he jokes, pulling an easy laugh from you. And you decide right then and there that although he isn't the man you have feelings for, Atsumu Miya is pretty cool.

But he isn't Osamu

“I didn’t know you worked at the restaurant too,” you ask, hoping to pry some more information from the athlete before he has to leave.

He sets the take-out bag on your desk, “I help him out sometimes when things get busy. Samu had his hands full today.”

“Oh,” you say simply, trying your best to hide your disappointment, but judging by the way this man is practically looking through you, you are doing a very poor job of it.

A pinging on your screen saves you from the awkward silence. Two sets of eyes flicker to the monitor to see a desperate plea from your coworker on the second floor asking for clarification on an email you sent him earlier.

“Duty calls?” he asks knowingly.

“It looks like it,” you answer, casting a longing glance at the lunch you won't get to eat until later. “It was nice meeting you though, maybe I’ll see you around.

He smiles like a jackal. Thoughtful humor aglow in his gaze as he nods. “You’ll definitely be seein me an Samu soon.”

As Atsumu turns and walks away, the little nickname for Osamu he used sends a happy shiver down your spine as your mind drifts to the happy daydream of one day being close enough with the man to use it.

So lost in the moment, you fail to notice a friendly face intercepting the volleyball-playing delivery boy with a small piece of paper.

For the first time in an hour, Osamu is able to take a calm breath. The spice-fragrant air is warm from the grill and tingles his nose but he is thankful for the peace. Between the influx of to-go orders and the dropped tray in the dining room, he hadn't had a moment to think about anything other than the mountain of tickets he had to climb.

Until his brother comes through the back door, his presence reminding the Chef what he missed out on today.

Seeing You.

The joy of getting to make that special delivery is easily the highlight of his week, a highlight that his brother experienced instead of him. But instead of the triumphant grin he was expecting to see on his face, he finds guilt.

“What’s with yer face?” he asks nonchalantly.

“What? Nothin’ Atsumu says flashing a wobbly grin, he has always had a shitty poker face and slides his right hand behind his back.

“Then what are you hiding?” He steps closer.

“Nothin,” Atsumu says again, taking a defensive step back.

Not fallin' for that,” He says, lunging for his brother's arm. Both men begin to wrestle childishly. It’s back and forth until Osamu manages to pry a small piece of paper from his twin's sweaty palm.

“Wait, Samu. Don’t” Atsumu says, but it’s too late. The black ink is smudged, but he can clearly make out the lettering.

It’s your name and phone number.

“H-how did ya get this?” Osamu blinks, looking over at his brother as he imagines your earlier interaction with his twin. His brother, the professional volleyball player with thousands of fans cheering him on every game, has managed to do in ten minutes what he has been trying to work up the courage to do for months.

Charm you.

Atsumu at least has the decency to look ashamed as he casts his eyes to the floor. “Their coworker gave it to me.”

“Why would they do that?”

“They…uhh.” he pauses and shoves his hands into his pockets. “They said that we have a connection and they don’t like the slow-burn romantic subplots.”

“Romantic what-plots?” Osamu blinks, still trying to figure out what the hell is happening to him. “Nevermind that, do you like them?

“Do you?”

“I-i,’ he crosses his arms. “I asked you first.”

“I don’t know,” Atsumu admits, ‘y/n is nice and all but I talked to them for like a second. But you~”

This torturous conversation is thankfully interrupted by a rapid influx of tickets for to-go orders. His heart feels as if it is being ripped from his chest, but he walks away. "We'll talk about this later, I have to get back to work.”

“But Samu, I~”

“I don’t have time for this right now,” he says, raising his voice. He reaches into his bowl of peeled and prepped garlic only to find it empty. Turning on a dime he storms into the walk-in and lets the door shut behind him.

Now alone with the produce, he takes a moment to close his eyes, allowing the fan to cool his overheated face as he imagines his brother making you laugh with one of his stupid jokes.

If he was the one to do the delivery would things be different?

Three Days Later…

Your stomach roars as you take your lunch box from the breakroom fridge and place it on the nearest table. A late client delayed your lunch break and has you on the verge of hangriness. You are just about to unzip and dig in when your work friend practically skips inside, with a pleased smile on your face. In a flash, they snatch your uneaten lunchbox from the table and place it back in the fridge.

“Hey, I was gonna eat that,” you whine.

“Not now,” they smile. “I took the liberty of ordering us lunch from your future boyfriend's restaurant.”

“Wait, really?” you say surprised by the gesture. “You ordered me lunch?”

“Yes, But I used your name to place the order so we would get the best food.” they laugh, but there is something in their tone that tells you they are hiding something.

“I’m sure that it would taste the same if you ordered,” you chuckle. “When will it get here?”

“Any minute now. Buttt while we wait, how about we have a little chat?”

“About what?”

They flutter their lashes and smile. “Have you gotten any important calls lately?”

“Lately?” you ask, thinking of the dozens of phone calls you have had to make today. “I’ve been on the phone all morning.”

“No, I’m talking about the cute chef guy. You know, Hottie McRiceball.”

“I never agreed to that nickname~” You start to protest but cut yourself off. “Why would he call me?”

“Because I gave him your number.”

Your mouth goes dry. “Why would you do that?

“I did it because I knew you wouldn't,” they grin, “Look you guys clearly like each other and I’m just helping you guys along. So when you get married I can give a speech at the wedding.”

“There probably won't be a wedding,” you frown. “He hasn't called me.”

Their eyes widen in disbelief. “He hasn't? But I gave it to him three days ago when he came here.”

You stop in your tracks, “wait… what? You gave it to him three days ago? When I ordered lunch from there?”

“Yeah, I slipped him your number on the way out.” They point to the doors and look so proud. Completely unaware of their mistake. When they notice the panic on your face, their brow furrows. “What’s wrong?”

Your stomach does backflips as you nervously pace through the hallway. If Osamu thinks that you like his brother, you will have no chance with him going forward. “That wasn’t him.”

“Wait, what do you mean that wasn't him?” they call, following you through the office to the lobby.

“It was his~” Your words die as you see a familiar head of grey hair standing at the front desk. Dark eyes meet yours and you are rendered immobile from the weight of the sorrow within them. Your stomach thrashes around, and you find yourself no longer hungry.

He knows.

He blinks, shaking off your gaze as he turns on a dime and starts to walk towards the door, away from you without so much as a hello. Your body moves on its own while your brain is still held captive by your feelings.

The chilly afternoon wind sends a cascade of goosebumps down your arms as you briefly regret leaving your coat draped over the back of your chair. He retreats quickly despite your less-than-quiet movements behind him.

“Wait,” you call. “Just stop for a second.”

“We’re short-staffed today,” he says faintly, still moving away from you. “I have to get back.”

“Please, just for a minute.”

To your surprise, the tall man comes to a halt. His shoulders rigid as he turns to face you, his feet still facing his restaurant as if he would rather be anywhere else at the moment. Although you managed to stop him, you have no idea how long you have to explain the situation without making a complete fool of yourself.

Balling your fists for courage, you take a deep breath. “I just wanted to tell you that what happened the other day was a complete~”

“M’ happy for you,” he says, his tone stiff as he gives you a thin smile. Almost as if he is trying to force himself to believe the words coming out of his mouth. “ I really am, but I was just surprised, I didn’t think you and Tsumu would hit it off like ya did.”

“He was nice,” you say carefully. “But I really only talked to him for a second.”

“That long? Must be pretty serious then.” he chuckles. Sending you a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. “Anyways, I should get back to work.”

Your hand moves on his own accord and grabs his shoulder. Just a little touch is all it takes to send a jolt through your skin and the two of you are frozen in place. “It was a mistake,” you say quickly. “My friend thought she was giving my number to you, not your brother.”

“What?”

“I-it was a mistake,” you with balled fists. The discomfort of your nails pressing into your palm gives you the courage to confess. “She knew that I was too nervous to make a move on my own so she thought maybe she could help.”

He stares at you for a moment, lips slightly parted as he processes your words. Meanwhile, a sickening concoction of fear and apprehension mash together in your throat. Never in your most hyper-realistic nightmares did you imagine frantically confessing to your crush like this.

Frankly, you feel like shit.

Even more so when the man you just confessed to lets out a laugh.

Your cheeks burn with rejection as you cross your arms. “You know, A simple no would have worked,” you mutter.

“No. God. Sorry. It’s not that.” he says quickly, realizing what you are thinking. “Definitely into ya. I was just actin' like a jerk because I’ve been tryin' to ask you out myself for weeks. I thought that in the ten minutes he spent with ya, Tsumu beat me to it.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you feel as if you have just won the lottery “Wait, really? You like me too?

His cheeks darken and he rubs the back of his flushed neck. Well yeah, I don’t really make any other deliveries. I was worried I was being too obvious about it.”

“Not at all. I thought you were just being neighborly,” you murmur, suddenly feeling as if there are dozens of eyes staring at the back of your head. Glancing back you see the not-so-subtle faces of your coworkers pressed up against the glass window, watching this entire exchange.

Apparently, the only one unaware of the chef’s feelings for you in your office was you.

He laughs, for real this time showing his teeth. The familiar sound makes your heart feel as mushy as playdough. “Honestly, I realized that you could’ve ordered from the other side of the city and I still would’ve came up with some excuse to bring it to ya.”

“And I would’ve thought you had excellent customer service.” you chuckle, internally cursing your own obliviousness. “So in a way, this little mix-up saved us some time.”

His eyes sparkle with amusement as he takes your hand. His warm, calloused fingers just fit with yours and you have never felt more alive. “I like that there is an ‘us’ now.”

“Me too,” you admit. And although the two of you now have to navigate this new relationship of yours, you know you have a hell of a lot of people to thank for setting things in motion.

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