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when youâre tired and all you wanna do is sleep but for some reason it just wonât happen. simonâs got you covered â he knows youâre hazed out and starting to get cranky.
he knows just the thing to get you all tired and ready for bed. your back up against his chest in the comfy covers. you feel him shift his boxers.
âwant me tâhelp, baby?â heâll coo to you quietly.
his hips already rutting up into you from behind. you give him a tired nod and he doesnât waste any time ripping off those panties. they only get halfway down your thighs before his leaking tip is prodding at your unprepared hole.
a gentle whine lets him know that wonât work so he takes two of his large fingers and shoves them into your warm and velvety mouth â getting it all nice and wet, taking them straight back down to your cunt.
your little bit of spit mixed in with his precum was just right. he slides in perfectly. a tired and exhausted whine leaves your mouth. your body moving in the gentle pace of his hips pressing against yours. the fat of your ass kissing his soft abdomen with each thrust.
âahh youâre always sâ warm ân tight for me babyâ he groans against your ear and you can practically see his lazy smile.
heâs keeping his pace steady and easy for as long as he can. he knows itâs wearing you out, even if you arenât doing anything. it takes a lot out of a body to deal with simonâs cock. he feels for you, he really does, poor baby just wants to go to bed.
placid whimpers start leaving your mouth closer together and he knows youâre gonna cum. so he picks it up a little â letting your cunt tighten around him and flutter on his thick cock as you finish. of course, the gentleman he is praises you through it.
âmy good baby â my sweet girl . . feel so fuckinâ goodâ he grunts a little more rough. he empties out into you a few pumps later. the hot ropes of his cum still spurting out against your walls. itâs like your cunt was made to milk him.
feeling so much better now that he knows his baby is tired enough to get some sleep, and that hole is filled up with him. simon doesnât pull out â he doesnât even finish taking off your panties that are still roped around your thighs. he put you to sleep, now heâs gotta get some rest too . . . nothing makes him feel more at home than being shoved all the way into your cunt as his eyes drift closed and soft snores start leaving his mouth.
so fucking tired rn wish he would appear and help me out this is bullshit
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bear with me here because i'm gonna ramble about something i've been thinking about for a while... and i'm not complaining, i'm just noticing
sometimes i think we've leaned so far into the vigilante side of the batfam that we miss out on what really makes their characters: detective work. we need more mysteries in their lives that don't lead up to some big bad "we already know who's doing it" or an "end of the world" or "yet again: this fucking guy." we need more stuff where spy movie music plays in the background and dumb adventures that don't lead up to some huge grand event with a big name villain. the shock factor stops being shocking or interesting in any capacity if we're like "Gah! the Joker! ... Again!" or whatever
does that even make sense? like "yeah sure they're blowing up a building again and there's hostages. oh look they're gonna poison the water supply." these aren't bad and that's not what i'm getting at because obviously this is a classic for comics. you need to have characters/antagonists that show up more than once and who can make a story better by being in it. and i did say to bear with me- that's because im tired. so like i hope im getting this across the right way? it's just that sometimes i don't wanna see a huge explosion, i want these motherfuckers solving a regular murder or a disappearance or regular corruption in a local office without it being tied to a grand reveal like "actually this person knows you as a long lost relative" or "they were at that circus can you guess which night they went?" that kind of thing? if you get me? like... more of the small time stuff makes the big stuff important, it makes it stand out more. at some point, the format gets repetitive even if you're switching up the villains. you can make these situations/mysteries still fun to solve for the characters and fun to read for the audience if you do it right
the concept of a detective dressed as a bat and having a sidekick in traffic light colors is inherently goofy as hell??? but that is what is so charming about it??? i think we have lost the balance between them being silly while also being intelligent with important conversations that criticize the world as we see it and teach lessons and can go over dark topics. nowadays it's always end of the world problems or just straight up the most gruesome true crime you can think of?? or they can ONLY do the dark stuff and the criticism without offering a balance of the good in the world. or we keep coming back to the FUCKING JOKER-
like yes they are vigilantes and with that comes a different level of their work, but their brand should be a mix between a black and white detective film that can get very nitty gritty and a classic spy movie, that kind of thing. at the end of the day, it's what makes them so different from the superheroes. that's what appeals to me.
seeing them in the big superhero groups is fun, don't get me wrong. it's always funny to see them standing next to people who are so powerful they never really fit in with anyone but each other, who chose to step up and use their powers for good. the Bats' specialty is Gotham and yet here they are stopping a god or whatever. and they do stop the god or whatever, all the while being an important leader and strategist to their teammates. they're important to have in these cases. but if there's a world ending event every time i pick something up, it's not as fun
the fact that they are so very human and not fantastical is why i like reading them. it's what makes the joke of people, even Gotham citizens, theorizing about them being cryptids, funny. they're fucking weird but that's because they're detectives. people who love to solve mysteries usually have a fatal flaw of curiosity. they forget the bounds between social interactions sometimes because they're used to working through problems or being intertwined with partners that understand them. but they're very much human. so human that it hurts them in many ways. and idk i've just been thinking about it lately and idk what point i'm trying to get across actually
it's just that in my eyes that's how it really is for Batman- a black and white movie narrated by a very serious man who took up a job to help people, one that has a deeper commentary on the world and viewed outwardly as pessimistic but actually has a deep hope for his city and who tries to help even the people who have wronged others. He's a stationary man in the belief that him being a constant can serve to soothe others and help them move forward. He stays in the middle of the path so he can tell everyone what is up ahead. he blends into the Gotham rainy night to serve justice but in a way that saves both the victim and the perpetrator. (the way he tucks a Robin into his cape is the same he does for Gotham with his mere presence.) and his background is actually so important to his story and yet people still somehow gloss over the lesson from it? he lost his parents because of a man who was on the opposite end of the spectrum to where he was in life. and yet he chose to help the people like the man that killed his parents. he could have done anything else with his power and money, but he instead is choosing to bring as many people up with him as he can. He's Mr. Serious that no one else can get a read on. and yet he walks into a room and he's already piecing together your life and what you're going through because he thinks it matters. he comforts people who have lost something or someone or themselves. I picture Batman and I don't picture a man trying to save the world, I picture a detective walking around a crime scene and trying to save at least one person every time he puts on the cape. and he put on the cape and became a vigilante because then he could go out of the bounds of what laws have been set up- and specifically, Gotham has other people in power who are corrupt, keeping the system that way. that's why Batman being a billionare and throwing himself into helping people at the risk of his own life is so important. he knows that if you are alive, you have something or someone to lose, no matter who you are. the dude is a bleeding heart but he doesn't know how to express it, in fear that if he gets too close, if he moves down the path with them, he'll be lost again
and then he's met with someone who should be a complete opposite, but isn't at all, because they're two sides of the same coin. his partner in crime, his son, a boy that is nothing like the black and white world that he sees. and that's the point in his life where he first sees that potentially getting lost is worth the risk. Robin is color and passion that needs guidance to move forward, but can not do so unless the stationary man learns to move with him. the kid is loud and reckless and you'd think he's from a different genre from the detective but they aren't so different, really. not when you look close enough. Dick grew up moving from place to place and seeing the world, knowing so many different people from different cultures. He's been learning to fly and jump and embrace the free fall his entire life. He's clever and he's sharp, and he thrives in the action and adventure. it's that perspective that compliments the stationary man. one is steady and the other pushes. he's the same genre but a different generation. and Batman introducing him to the way of life he chose for himself was another way he could save someone. because let's be real for a second? Dick would have gone down a very dark path had he not had Bruce, who understood, who saw not just himself in the kid but also saw who the kid has been his entire life until now. he saw Dick's parents, he saw the family he had in the circus, he saw the joy he had in what his family was doing. he saw the grief and the fire and the color that Dick's world was made of. because to Bruce, it always matters. Dick had to come to terms with Bruce's perspective to help anyone who they come across, to always give more chances, and it kept Dick from losing his color
what gets me is that the man who lives in the black and white world can actually see many different shades of gray (because black and white always needs the medium), whereas the boy in a world of color and light can get so focused on the bright that he can become single minded. and yet the boy sees a world of color and delves deeper into the lives of the peolle they come across and can be much more open minded, and the man in the black and white world sometimes forgets the shades of grey are right there. they are just like each other. they can exist without the other, but do they want to? because the black and white can be built up into the colored image, like the inking and shadows drawn on a comic book page before the colors are added in. they meet in the middle to complete each other. Bruce has been passing the story over to the next generation for a long, long time, even before his story was complete. and just like with the first Robin, it was so for every Robin afterwards. they each color in the lines differently, but that's what makes Robin so special, so unique. they are an art style that branches into their own life, but can not forget where they started: tucked into Batman's cape and the inky black of his world
and so detective work really frames their hunanity to me. the mysteries they get their hands on, the glimpses into the lives of Gotham citizens that they swore to protect, it's fascinating. it's what makes their story stand out compared to the people who can lift trucks or cast spells or run around the world in seconds. so yeah ig that's what i'm trying to say? that i want to read more of that? in both canon and fanon. cause even the small time villains we see can be like. AWFUL people and it takes out the fun of their gimmicks. and if it were any other day this would be a more coherent post but alas, it is not any other day
#tldr: we need more filler episodes#/hj but also /srs#erinwantstowrite#batfam#batfam fanfic#batman#batman comics#canon and fanon#in my eyes#bruce wayne#dick grayson#it's like that quote#âif you want to write about the impact if war you do not write from the government's perspective#you write about a little girl's shoe in the rubble of her home.â#the smallest stories can have the biggest impacts on us#gotham is so fucking weird and can be really silly#while also being so dark#and you can have the big stuff happen too#idk im just thinking today#this might not make complete sense#but it's things like that that make their rules make more sense#like no you don't come to gotham because you aren't one of us and you might misunderstand my people#you catch bad guys#we try to save them#also this did in fact give me and alighterwood an au idea#and im going fucking bonkers over that#so#yayyy
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Natsume's Fear of Thunder
I'm gonna be honest, this can hardly be considered an analysis. It's more of a "sporadic and unnecessarily deep observation" of how Natsume's astraphobia has been presented in the series over the years, both in the anime and in the manga. So, please for the love of God take all of this with a grain of salt.
Yes, I'm using the term "phobia" very loosely, but I'm not about to get into that rn. Natsume has an irrational fear and strong dislike of thunder, that's an undeniable truth.
Before I dive in, I'd like to briefly explain why, of all the little bits of information Midorikawa has given us about Natsume, this one is the one to ceaselessly bump around in my brain like a DVD logo. This series is not in the horror genre (it's serialized in LaLa DX after all), but it does get suspenseful, and pretty disturbing depending on whatever topic it touches or the types of situations the characters may find themselves in. I don't fault anyone, particularly Natsume, for growing up with valid fears and preconceived misconceptions about most youkai; they can sound scary, they can look scary, and they can do some scary stuff if they really feel up to it.
That's why I'm so fascinated to see Natsume develop and still harbor an irrational fear for something like the everyday phenomena of storms. He's landed himself in all sorts of trouble and has come face to face with many beings, both natural and supernatural, who didn't have his best interests in mind, and yet the clap of thunder somehow keeps its spot on the list of things that has him scared stiff.
Aight, spoilers for both the anime and the manga beyond here, you've been warnedđđ˝
Our first introduction to Natsume's fear is near the beginning of chapter 42, when he and Tanuma accidentally stumble across Taki's home while seeking shelter from a sudden shower. He questions how Nyanko-sensei ended up at her home as well and the youkai, much to Natsume's visible dismay, cheekily explains:
That doesn't end up happening since the rain remained light until its swift end, and the mention of Natsume's fear is glossed over rather quickly to save him the embarrassment, but it's an interesting mention made by Midorikawa nonetheless since it adds another layer to whatever image the audience has of Natsume and the series itself. Nyanko-sensei, having been around this kid long enough to know a lot of his vulnerabilities and insecurities (even the ones his dreams unwittingly reveal to the youkai), has seen and grown accustomed to a side of him that the audience had yet to be formally introduced to for once.
Right about now, you may be wondering how the anime adapted this scene. It didn'tđ.
While the start of the episode (S3 EP5) is a one-to-one recreation of the chapter with virtually the same dialogue and scenery, any mention of Nyanko-sensei following Natsume to pick on him when it thunders is nonexistent and entirely skipped over so the gang can go straight to cleaning out the storeroom.
Most fans who have read the manga will tell you how notorious the anime is for excluding some of the characters' lines or scenes that take place in the manga, or just straight up rearranging or changing up those same factors. Sometimes those alterations work wonders, and other times they leave more to be desired, mainly if you know what happened in the manga counterpart of the episode. This such example is one of the times that'll leave people scratching their heads and wondering what warranted getting rid of a scene so insignificant that it'd have no effect on the plot of the episode whether or not it stayed. The only answer I can think of for that is the directors likely wanting a smoother progression of events to make for a viewing experience better tailored for an anime episode rather than a manga chapter.
Or, they genuinely didn't have enough space in the episode to squeeze in that little bit, which I highly doubt, but what would I know, I don't work for them. At the end of the day, we didn't get to see that scene in the episode.
After some more anime switcheroo shenanigans go on behind the scenes, along with an original episode pulling a retcon during a lightning storm, we receive our next moment in a surprising scene from the anime team in S3 EP10 (adaptation of chapter 28). Though the scene itself is short and not exactly an example of Natsume's astraphobia, I feel it should still be included because of its relation.
The chapter originally starts with Natsume and Nyanko-sensei searching for a tree that was struck by lightning during a storm the night before. However, the anime makes an addition of their own by rewinding time to that very night and showing Nyanko-sensei excitedly watching the storm take place while Natsume is tied up with his homework.
Nyanko-sensei goes on to tease him by suggesting that he doesn't want to watch the storm because he's scared, but Natsume dodges the youkai's mocking and begins to tell him to close the curtain before a crack of lightning cuts him off and illuminates his room.
Not only does Natsume not simply deny Nyanko-sensei's claim of him being scared, but his reaction to the thunder is seemingly more sudden than Nyanko-sensei's. Both of these points could subsequently lead the audience to interpret this entire sequence as the anime's first acknowledgement of his phobia, and it'd make for a very intriguing choice on the anime team's behalf after taking their ommitance of the previous scene into consideration. It could be a stretch though ngl, I tend to stretch like crazy, it makes sense to close a curtain when a pet is being noisyâ
Finally moving on from S3, we eventually reach the most overt instance of Natsume's astraphobia, and potential origin or exacerbation of it, in the S4 finale (adaptation of chapter 46). This three episode arc is a largely intimate and heart wrenching one as it focuses on Natsume's journey to revisit his childhood home before it gets renovated by its new owners, a task he initially denied himself the permission of doing before realizing Touko and Shigeru would never deny him something so personal. Of course, he wouldn't be Natsume if he didn't attract a youkai along the way, and he's being pursued by one that seeks to feed on the tragic memories he formed while staying with the Aoi family, who was strongly implied to be the first family (if not, one of the first families) he was taken in by after his father's passing.
One of those memories shown to the audience is a younger Natsume relaxing in a shrine while memorizing where his childhood home is located, all in the hopes of gaining more discernible memories of his father and no longer being a burden to Miyoko and her parents.
Unfortunately, he falls asleep at the shrine and consequently loses track of time before having his slumber disturbed by a violent boom of thunder. He's so frightened by the ordeal that he can't even bring himself to rush back to the Aoi family's place, and his exhaustion puts him back to sleep until he's eventually found by some of the neighbors who went out searching for him.
The anime, with the natural strengths it has over the manga, goes the extra mile by not only keeping this portion relatively untouched, but further setting up the scenery and depicting just how rapidly the area goes from peaceful to turbulent. The character animation and voice acting make for a splendid combination and do a wonderful job of capturing this image of a helpless childhood version of Natsume.
What comes soon after this scene is a depressing sequence of events on its own, even more so when we can see he's still reeling from the storm and believing he caused the Aois to get into trouble by not getting back before dark. The adults obviously don't fault Natsume for getting stuck in the storm, but he doesn't see it that way in his shocked state.
The way Miyoko reacts by throwing her frustrations onto him doesn't help either.
And so, after aimlessly running off in his last unsuccessful attempt to find his childhood home, the memory fades away with a somber note as his present self recalls the moment he finally stopped calling for his long gone father.
Now, one could argue that Natsume had his fear of thunder prior to his time with the Aois since we don't have much reference material to work with when concerning his short period of time with his father, and they could be right for all I know. It's common for children to be startled by loud noises and bright flashes since they just aren't quite accustomed to those loud noises and bright flashes being customary for weather disturbances. Natsume, who we know grew up to be pretty sensitive to the things that go on around him, may have been one of those children who felt apprehension anytime a bad storm rolled in, and his father may have been the one to quell his fears back then. So, if we go with the conclusion that his fear didn't originate here, then this scene likely could've aggravated it. But I'm personally leaning a bit more towards the concept of this being the cause of it (partly due to how appealing that conclusion is to the obsessive part of my brain).
His initial reaction to the thunder is seemingly one of surprise rather than fear, and his behavior suggests that he's more concerned with making it back down the mountain before the thunder halts his progress. Although he's seen trying to talk himself down and fails to do so with how relentless the thunderstorm is proving to be, he doesn't need to have preexisting fears or anxieties over thunder to resort to calming himself down.
The dialogue differences strike me as something to consider too, but they're likely irrelevant.
Setting aside everything I just ranted about in the above paragraph, I should specify that I'm not simply pointing to the storm scene as the singular root cause for his future woes. Many psychological problems often aren't so black and white that someone can definitively point to one person or thing as the sole reason for the existence of their psychological problems. And phobias obviously don't always develop as a result of going through or observing a traumatic event; people can grow to fear or strongly dislike something merely by its association with an unpleasant memory or stressful situation. I know I'm starting to stretch hard rn, and this part of the post is getting awfully wordy, just hear me outâ
Going back to that aforementioned short period of time with his dad, it's plain to see just how innocent of a time that was for Natsume. He was playful and affectionate with his dad like many children growing up in a healthy environment would be at that age. He doesn't even appear to have an awareness of youkai (if so, only slight enough for it to not become a problem for him just yet). We're shown later on that he would commonly draw around the house too, as evidenced by the nearly two decade old pieces of artwork his father never removed from the kitchen area and closet.
Natsume even proceeds to make a comment about this childhood version of himself likely being the mischievous type for him to run around drawing on surfaces without a care in the world.
He undeniably had his own troubles at that stage of his life though, with one of those troubles being his mom and the empty spot left behind by her passing away. Apart from his heartwarming portrait of a family with both parents, he's also shown lamenting to Miyoko after the death of his dad about not being able to remember his mom. We've seen with those two examples that her absence indeed left an impact on him early on in his life, but he doesn't stay too broken up over her considering how little he got to bond with her, and he doesn't openly despair about the loss of his dad until his growing sense of loneliness and longing becomes too much for him to smooth over.
The point I'm trying (and admittedly struggling) to make here is that after moving in with Miyoko and her parents, the worries on Natsume's plate increased tenfold and weighed him down far more than he was willing to accept at first. Suddenly, this kid had little to smile about in life, taking a glance at his only picture of his parents causes grief and envy to flare up in his chest, he's afraid of being a burden to those who took him under his wing, he's eating less than Miyoko because he's concerned with coming off as too greedy, he feels responsible for Miyoko getting picked on because of his relation to her, he's still learning the way back to the Aoi family's home, and now he's surrounded by all of these weird creatures that apparently no one else can see.
Suddenly, he's no longer that carefree toddler we saw sitting on his dad's lap as the two of them watched over his late mom's garden.
I feel moderately certain about Natsume's experience with the storm, coupled with this pivotal and devastating shift in his life, being the plausible cause for him developing his irrational fear of thunder as a child.
After this arc, we aren't greeted with another scene featuring or centered on his astraphobia until chapter 85 (which doesn't appear to be adapted in S7 judging from the PVđ), and it focuses on Natsume, Tanuma and Taki viewing a limited exhibition at an old inn that has a deep history with youkai. Not too long after the owner engages in conversation with Taki, Natsume and Tanuma briefly comment on how peaceful the inn is making the both of them feel, and a sudden lightning strike cuts through the tranquility of the inn.
It catches everyone off guard and, unsurprisingly, has Natsume frozen in place as Tanuma asks him and Taki if they're alright.
Much like Nyanko-sensei's first time mentioning Natsume's fear, the moment doesn't last long as the gang soon realizes they'll have to spend the night at the inn while they wait for the sudden storm to pass.
By this point in the manga though, Midorikawa has evidently decided to make Natsume's astraphobia a recurring element of the sorts. She could've easily left his astraphobia as another facet of his that we get to see once or twice and never again since it's not serviceable to the story as a whole, but she's started using his phobia as an additional means of displaying his discomfort in any given situation. Having a thunderstorm suddenly appear during a moment of serenity, immediately after Natsume tells Tanuma the place is making him feel strangely good, was a brilliant move of jarring him. And it works especially well here as a sign of the looming threat that'll find its way into the inn over night and slowly creep upon the group the longer they remain there.
Midorikawa pulls this same stunt again to slightly greater effect in chapter 117, where Natsume, Tanuma and Nyanko-sensei happen upon the Kisaragi Manor and find themselves taking part in a ritual for summoning youkai.
It starts with the trio meeting up in the evening to view the bamboo lanterns, but a woman claiming to be in search of a mansion requests their help to find it before it gets too dark, as well as to avoid getting caught in a downpour should the drizzle grow heavier. While Tanuma shows interest in the ritual, and the people they meet are treating them somewhat cordially, Natsume is disconcerted by the arrangement they've found themselves in. He's surrounded by five women he's never met in his life, is once again in an unfamiliar place that feels weird in Nyanko-sensei's own words, and is thrown for a loop by everyone's enthusiasm with the idea of meeting youkai rather than being put off by them.
The group isn't even a minute into their summoning ritual when a huge boom of thunder shakes the room and causes a power outage, sending them into a brief stint of darkness until Hitomi relights the candle.
While waiting for the candle though, Natsume answers Tanuma's question by for once admitting that he's bothered by thunder, leading to Nyanko-sensei characteristically picking on his phobia by calling him a chicken.
Again, the moment is subtle and restricted to one corner of the page, but it sticks the landing. Instead of using the lightning or thunder as a sign of things to come as she's done before, Midorikawa uses them here as an integrant of an already somewhat concerning scene slowly veering towards being disturbing. In addition to selling just how uncomfortable of a situation this is for Natsume, it also depicts how far along he is in his friendship with Tanuma to be honest about an irrational fear we know he'd rather not speak of.
Alas, chapter 117 was our last time seeing thunder scare Natsume, at least until the next time Midorikawa chooses to use his fear to her advantage, unless the anime miraculously surprises us with its own original take as we've seen it isn't afraid to do. What we've been given so far though is plentiful in comparison to many other plot points or quirks that get reused or called back to far less than this one. I won't throw a tantrum if his never gets referenced to or utilized again (which I doubt will happen knowing Midorikawa's writing), but I eagerly anticipate seeing it again should it reappear.
It's captivating to watch this minor detail frequently make it's way back into the story somehow, to the point that it eventually cemented itself as a miniscule yet effective way of shedding different shades of light on the many complexities of Natsume.
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Why Me? Part.2
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Summary: Bella and Y/n are twins but when Bella and Renee moved away you stayed with Charlie always growing closer with the people around La push, but when Bella comes back itâs like everything is flipped around, Bella becomes distant obsessed with the cullens, you find solace with the guys at the beach but things change after the first year and suddenly youâre all alone, will anyone come back, will Paul your best friend, your forever crush come save you from depression
Pairing: Paul Lahote x f!reader
Warnings: Depression
Part.1
â˘Masterlistâ˘
Song Suggestion: Heartbeat by Nessa Barrett
Hopping down from the wolf I make my way closer to the house but before I can enter strong warm arms wrap around me I know who it is instantly
âPaulâ I choke out before crumbling to the ground in tears for the second time this night , the cold ground meeting my knees his arms still secure around my hips hind chest pressing against my back hearing his cries along with mine
âWhy did you leave meâ I scream letting myself feel everything Iâve gone through the last month
âIâm so sorry Angel, please give me a chance to explainâ
âBut you hurt me so badlyâ my cries settling a bit seeing Sam and Emily come out the house worried
âPlease Iâll do anything pleaseâ he was begging and he never begged, I nodded warily, he picked me up effortlessly and brought me into the house setting me back on the couch Emily and Sam lingering near obviously knowing whatâs going on
âIs this normal Sam? For the bond to cause her these emotions to such an extent?â Paul asked from over his shoulder as he was kneeled infront of me his hands never leaving mine
âThe bond can cause despair when separated but to this extent for her to be physically ill must mean you have a much deeper connection than just the bond, you canât leave her again Paul we donât know what could happenâ the talked like I wasnât right here and they made no sense
âWhatâre you guys talking about, you said youâd explainâ
âI will butâŚâŚ.y/n how could you try to kill yourself, that wouldâve devastated everyone, to lose the most precious being to walk this townâ
âIt was too much Paul, with you gone and Bella being preoccupied by Edward and Jacob with Bella I was alone and it just grew the pit in my heartâ I sighed feeling the emotions of the day finally drain me
âNever again, Iâll never leave but what Iâm going to tell you is gonna be a lotâ
He told me everything, how he and Sam were wolves how it ran in their blood and only came out when vampires appeared, their truce with the cullens how I had to keep everything a secret, but most of all how I was Paulâs imprint and why he had to stay away to protect me
Everything suddenly made sense but it didnât make it hurt any less
âAre you okay Angel?â Paul asked after the long pause that lingered in the air
I sucked in a quick sharp breath just registering everything
âBut what now, will I get better, what about us whatâre we now?â
âYouâll get better in time as long as we keep seeing eachother, and like I said Iâll be anything you need, your best friend, your protector, your boyfriendâ
âI wanna be with you Paul, I canât lie about it anymore, itâs always been you since day oneâ his warm hand caressed my cheek making some of the pain go away
âI knew it would always be you, but you have to promise to never do what you almost did tonight, even though I hate those blood suckers Iâm glad he saved you in time, cause Iâm never letting you go againâ his head pressed against mine our lips so close
âI love you Paulâ
âI love you too alwaysâ
Get home at 12 am felt different, my conscience was clear once again, me and Paul stand in the back yard as he walked me home I guess, I rode on his back as he walked in his wolf form, it was all crazy really, my best friend a shapeshifting wolf
âCan you stay the night maybe? I just donât want you to go just yetâ i ask fiddling with his fingers
âYou go up to your room open the window Iâll be upâ
I ran up the stairs as lightly as I could in hope to not disturb dad or Bella who was probably accompanied by Edward, then being vampires didnât scare me atleast not them they were nice especially alice Jasper and Emmett
I flipped on my lamp and opened the window looking down to see Paul quickly climbing up the house and right through the window
âSo youâre super human tooâ
âStill got your humourâ he smiles as he huffs spreading out in my bed like usual when he comes over
Changing into pajamas and joining him in bed, it wasnât weird weâve been doing this kind of thing since kids
âIâve missed thisâ I sighed curling up into his radiating warmth compared to the cold sheets that replaced him when he was gone
âYou have no idea how much I wanted to come to you every night and make sure you were okay, it killed to have to stay away from my mate, my best friendâ he sighed running his hands through my hair
âYouâll be here when I wake up right?â Worried heâll be gone and this was all just a dream
âAlwaysâ
And he was for the rest of my life he was there every morning
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It was almost over. Almost done. He could go home and make sure that Demerit is gonna be safe. He got quieter, a frown of almost pity appeared on his face. Well it looked like pity, but really it was just the concern of seeing someone so close to him so hurt. Everything was different. This wasnât just a random person, this was Vynce for fucks sake.
âYou are one of the most stubborn mother fuckers Iâve fought, Demerit. You cannot waste that on some random fight, even if itâs for your cause. Your cause can help so many other people if you donât die right here and now.â Specter saw the un focused look in his eyes by being so close, only able to stand and wait, even placing a hand on his shoulder to keep him up straight. Maybe it was stupid. Maybe he could get out while he had the chance. Or maybe it was better to stand his ground, get this message through Demerits skull. Because like Demerit, they had to finish this. Just not by him going down, but to make sure this doesnât happen again. Finish the stupid back and forth.
Specter bit the inside of his cheek- staying silent for a good while after Demerit talked about him not knowing them. If only he knew- if only he could tell him without destroying everything. Specter could only cringe at his slip up, giving Demerit evidence of who âSpecterâ really was. He only sighed and shrugged âI feel like I do know you, though. We fight back and forth like this almost on a weekly basis- and we arenât always at each otherâs throats, yea? I donât want this to end here. I donât want you to end here.â Specter held eye contact with Demerit, his hand on his shoulder, not protecting himself what so ever. It would be easy to stab him right here and right now. And Specter knew that. He knew all too well that any second could end with a blade through the gut- but he stayed. âBut you wonât. Whether itâs the fact that it wouldnât be fair cause Iâm not fighting back or you heard me, you wonâtâ
Specter lunged forward and caught Demerit as he collapsed, taking the dagger and gently putting it back in its holster- wouldnât want any accidents. Specter brought him to the ground ever so gently, walking off only to grab some pieces of his mask that had been ripped off in the fight, making it easier to slip. Specter walked back over, sighing before putting the fabric in Demerits hand and tried to pick him upâ the walk was a long way.. maybe he could call an uber. To suspicious. His house was closer.. sure he can make an excuse.
So there he went. He half dragged Demerit too his house, sneaking him through the back door to avoid his parents and David. He pulled on a hoodie and tossed his own mask in his closet, and suddenly he was William Wisp againâ just taking care of Demerit. Sureee. Heâd have to come up with a cover story- and fast.
Pastry defenders angst posting on your inbox because we made this au
But Mark being devastated finding out Ashe knows his secret and it's his own fault.
That or
William and Vyncent's fucked vigilante vs vigilante relationship
Xor you cannot drop this in my inbox on a Saturday evening Iâll CRY.
..butttttt, Iâm listening đ. NO WAIT CAUSE LIKE NOW YOU GOT ME THINKING. Mark and Ashe make me so sad and and fucking ghostknife man UGGGHHHHH, bro throw whatever at me man, you got me thinking and pondering :333
#when i get you sawyer#<- BABDBSNSBSB YOH STARTED THIS. YOU STARTED THIS.#fish rps#Hitting Xornoth with a Stick
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10, 27, 50đĽ°
10. Do you believe in love at first sight?
Nah. Like you said thereâs infatuation at first sight.
27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?
Yes đ Iâve had a few poems sent to me on here either through anon, DMs or posting one and saying Iâm the inspiration behind it.
50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?
Thatâs pretty complicated lol
#*maybe* if I let my hopeless romantic self take over I think (hope) there could be a spark at first sight?#where you see someone and you feel drawn to them and you have this weird feeling theyâre supposed to be in your life??#who knows maybe itâs just in the fairytales but damn I want a fairytale love one day#but I definitely donât think thereâs a thing like love at first sight#love is much more than just seeing someone⌠I just feel like thatâs a shallow way of looking at it? and I donât mean to disrespect anyone-#who does believe in love at first sight#I just feel like it takes time to fully love someone#I feel like to love someone means to truly know the person - to take the time to learn them as a person and to learn the good and the bad#and to fall in love with the whole person#I truly still can not believe people have taken the time to write me a poem#I genuinely get a little teary eyed whenever I think about it#I have a notebook (I lost it during the move but Iâm sure itâs in one of the boxes) that I keep and write down any poem or sweet message#that I receive and then when I have a bad day I can look back at them#if I donât find it soon Iâm gonna start a new one cause I miss having that pick me up#LOL#that last question#I truly truly donât even know how to answer that#short and simple answer sure Iâd accept the apology but we wouldnât get back together#a little side note I have a tiny feeling that it wasnât true love but who knows#anywayyyyyyy thank you so much for the questions!#ngl I fell asleep shortly after I reblogged this and then the rest of the day I forgot about it đ¤Śđ˝ââď¸#but better late than never right? đ#ask
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It sucks so much once you realize how entwined someone is in your life, then it just sucks more when you have to scrub away the traces it existed. That it was there, and it was good, until it wasn't anymore.
(Ignore my angry venting it's 3am I'm cranky and want chocolate.)
#vent#i feel like my hands are soaked in blood that soap cant clean#'blood is thicker than water' they say but that just makes it all the harder to scrub away once it goes bad#i loved you so much and i still do but now everything is just bitter and rotting and i hate it so much#and im just ranting to myself about how unfair it is that im doing so much better but i still miss what i had#that it wasnt your fault i didnt get help sooner- i believed so badly that i didnt deserve help.#that if i just waited long enough id rot away and be done with it all.#and i never got to say 'thank you for loving me when i couldnt love myself' at the worst time of my life.#you tried to help me. i can appreciate that#but i can be bitter that you still abandoned me. i have that right. i am going to be better and do better but you dont get to have that.#im still learning how to be a proper human. one that can learn to love herself and not distrust any form of affection.#but im going to do that on my own and when im better i hope you see it. i really hope you do.#you both still abandoned me though so fuck you both for that. im not gonna be nice about it anymore.#i didnt wanna hurt feelings even though mine were CONSTANTLY trampled over. so yeah. fuck you. that feels good to say.#fuck you for never apologizing. fuck you for abandoning me in a city i had no place else to go in. fuck you for giving me false hope.#fuck you for making promises you couldnt keep. fuck you for all the times i felt alone or excluded or just plain unwanted.#fuck you for constantly picking each other over me. fuck you for all the times i had to swallow how i felt because it was 'mean'.#fuck you for making your love conditional. fuck you for never even trying to understand how i felt. fuck you for taking years of my life.#and mostly just- fuck you for making me think i was worth it.#i felt like i had to do all the work in that friendship. starting convos and game days and INTERACTING.#the friends i have now dont do that shit. they COMMUNICATE WITH ME. Fuck you for that too by the way! not communicating!#rant over. fuck you. im gonna sleep now knowing you wont see this cuz ya BLOCKED ME.
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i want to get drunk and go to karaoke with someone v_v
#thinking about how the longer i sit in this isolation chamber the harder it is to talk to people v_v and if i want someone to be in my l#life i gotta reach out and talk and keep in touch v_v i dont remember how to do that and i am losing social skills with every year#funny feedback loop#i also cant acquire any mainstream interests.. who tf is gonna be interested in some horror podcast#or ОгноннŃĐš ангоН . or smth.#i need to be put down#(i dont want to put tremendous amount of effort into something that comes naturally to other people )#actually i want to say something else also: i love being alone i hate trying to talk with people. rare moments when i yearn for contact#are a weakness and i will eliminate it. i feel so much better when im alone i vibe with loneliness. being with people makes me nervous and#sweaty#and after an interaction i mull it over for 1400 years picking it apart and thinking did i express myself well. was i understood correctly#usually the answer is no btw bc human to human communication is garbage you cannot make other people understand you its just not possible!!#you will always be a mystery for everyone around you so get over it#how can people be so social. how. how. how. why don't you get urges to do something violent when anything mildly upsetting happens#how are you all so well adjusted#man why am i so lazy
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MORE WADE AND LOGAN PLSSSSS CAN WE GET THEM (POLY) DATING A SHORT READER HCS??? TYYYY
Short! S/O - Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson
Pairing: Logan Howlett x short! gn! reader x Wade Wilson
Genre: fluff
CW: poly relationship, teasing, short jokes, Logan picks us up, protective boys, size diff
| Ryan Reynolds & Hugh Jackman are both 6â2 so I am gonna go off of that (i know Logan is short in the comics but just let me dream pls :,) |
YES YES OF COURSE!!! thereâs almost nothing I love more than writing a short/small reader cause I myself am not short :,) but itâs nice to pretend. god both of them are so tall I just wanna stand between them & feel safe ^^ thank you so much for the req!!
theyâre such bullies iâm so sorry
expect a TON of short jokes (mostly Wade)Â
and expect them to parry anything you say with âyouâre shortâ (mostly Logan)
you will always be their arm rest, you have no say in it
standing in line? Loganâs leaning his arm on your shoulder.Â
at a party? Wadeâs propping himself up on the top of your headÂ
Logan LOVES how short you are too and manhandles you at any opportunityÂ
if youâre being a brat, he wonât hesitate to remind you that he is bigger than you
whether thatâs him throwing you over his shoulder or just standing real close to you so you can see the height difference up close & personalÂ
as soon as Wade sees Logan in, he canât help himselfâheâll slide up on your other side and smush you between the two of themÂ
theyâre such teases theyâll talk about you like youâre not completely stuck between them
ânice weather weâre having, hey?â
âoh yeah, real nice bubâ
theyâll keep chatting until youâre whining and pushing against them to just get outÂ
Wade LOVES putting things on shelves too high for you to reach just so he can watch you struggleÂ
and Logan the absolute menace will lean against the wall with his arms crossed and watch you hop to reach your phone chargerÂ
theyâll sit there and watch you struggle until you turn on them with sad eyes and suddenly theyâre racing to get it down for youÂ
these mfs are so protective they will not leave your side whenever you go to parties/the bar
one of them is glued to you 24/7 (even when theyâre not physically with you, theyâre watching you too)Â
and anyone in the general area (07) knows not to fuck with you
on especially hard days, your size is just what they needÂ
coming home from fighting crazy strong villains & mutants to their cute short s/o? nothing better in the whole world
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if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way!! likes, comments & rbs are always appreciated ^^
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Seeing ghosts in Gotham
Heâs walking alone. Despite how dark it is, heâs not particularly nervous, not like the couple of people hovering in an alley.
His shift at Batburger went a little long, not that heâs complaining, he needed the money.
Everything is fine. Splendid. Fantastic. A little quiet, enough to pretend itâs a nice stroll home like it was back in Amity. Of course that all kind of goes up in flames when a dark figure drops into a crouch right in front of him. About two arm lengths away is a guy who straightens to a little taller than Danny himself. From the flickering street light across the street he can spot red, crisscross yellow, and a dark cape.
Red Robin.
Danny shakes his head and turns around.
âNope.â
A smaller body is already standing behind him, blocking his path. The little guy with a serious face folds his arms across his chest as if challenging Danny to try to get by him.
Heâs had enough tussles with Danielle to know better than to test the kid.
Danny rubs at his eyes with a hand, purposefully keeping the other limp at his side. He turns back around.
âOkay. Fine. What? What do you want?â
âYou sent in a folder of information to solve the Boothe case,â Red Robin states confidently like there wasnât any doubt it was Danny who sent it in.
He frowns. It was sent in anonymously. As in they shouldnât be able to know it was him. Then again they are detectives in their own right even if they dress weird.
âSee? This is why no one helps out the police if theyâre gonna get grilled for it later on,â he complains sourly.
âThat case is connected to another string of crimes weâve been investigating. I need to know where you got your information.â
Danny glares at him for a second, actually thinking about telling him, then he remembers how quickly these guys throw people into Arkham.
âDo you not get what anonymous means?â
âWhat is your source?â He asks, completely ignoring Dannyâs concerns.
âWhat are gonna do? Dangle me over the side of a building to get me to talk like you do with the criminals you guys pick up? Go ahead. See where that gets you,â he shrugs indifferently.
âYouâre a runaway.â
Dannyâs eyes widen in surprise before narrowing into a warning as he turns to look at the pipsqueak that spoke.
âFrom your poorly made fake ID and the fact you donât look close to eighteen, you must be a runaway minor. We could bring you in to the proper authorities if you prove to be⌠uncooperative.â
Danny sneers in annoyance.
âSeriously?â He turns back to Red Robin. Clearly the older of the two and the one leading this investigation. âThis is what I get for trying to help? Blackmail?â
âRobin can be a bit⌠abrasive. I, on the other hand, can appreciate a different approach.â
Suddenly thereâs a couple pieces of paper money in between his fingers. Danny couldnât see how much it was from this far away, but it didnât really change how he felt about the whole situation.
âNow bribery? Wow, you guys really got the whole good cop, bad cop thing down, donât cha?â
âThen what do you want?â
âFor you to stop wasting your time,â Danny answers with a snap.
Red Robin pauses.
âOur time,â he repeats calmly.
âYea. Your time. This is a dead end and you should move on.â
âAnd why are you a dead end?â Presses Robin.
âBecause,â Danny emphasizes with a look over his shoulder, âthe guy youâre really looking for, my source as you put it, is dead, okay? So you canât go ask him questions. I sent in everything that was relevant. Find another lead.â
Red Robinâs expression remains blank as he mentally calculates his next move. Danny hopes he takes his advice and let him go home.
âHis name?â
Danny folds his arms over his chest, a pathetic attempt to protect himself. He chews on his lip a minute. To tell him or not to tell him. Itâs not really ratting the guy out since heâs, you know, dead. Although there is a large chance Dannyâs missing something and itâs all going to lead back to him somehow.
âI didnât kill him.â
âI never said you did,â the vigilante replies calmly, almost nonchalant.
Danny shifts his weight with nerves. He really wasnât getting out of this without giving them something, huh?
âGreg,â he grinds out like itâs painful.
Silence for a few moments, then-
âAs in Gregory Boothe?â
The victim of this whole conversation? Yes.
Dannyâs silence is answer enough and the diverted gaze just solidified their suspicions.
âGregory Bootheâs body turned up a month ago. Presumably heâd been dead for several weeks before that.â
Red lets that damning information hang in the air like Danny didnât already know.
âSo when did he talk to you? Last week?â
Danny jerks at the off handed joke, actually taking a step back and hitching his shoulders up to his ears. He grimaces at his knee jerk response, but canât take it back. A glance toward the vigilante shows a calculating stunned expression from what he can see ignoring the mask. He looks away again finding a discarded soda can very interesting.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â Demands Robin behind him.
Danny tried to resist the urge to curl even more into himself, but knows he failed without even having to look.
âYouâre a medium,â Red Robin states. Itâs not even a question.
Danny flinches and shoots the guy a scared glare.
âI am not one of those scam artists,â he hisses firmly.
âNo,â Red agrees, âyouâre not. You didnât ask for money or attention.â
Danny stares like itâs his first time seeing him. The lack of aggression or accusations was new and a little disarming. He was genuinely confused as to why the guy wasnât immediately going to denial or throwing him in Arkham.
âHell of a city to hide in when you can see ghosts,â Red Robin says in a light tone like he was teasing him. The small tug to his lips just proves it.
Dannyâs shoulders practically sag at the playful demeanor. A hand reaches up to rub the back of his neck self-consciously.
âYea, well⌠no one was gonna look for me here.â
Which was only half the reason he chose Gotham, but it was still truthful.
âSo⌠Greg?â
âIsnât here right now.â Danny pauses and snorts at himself. âPlease leave a message.â
The vigilante does have a sense of humor because he smirks in response to the joke.
âIs there another way to⌠make contact? Summoning maybe?â
Danny raises an eyebrow incredulously.
âSummoning is rude,â he says like itâs common sense.
Instead he turns to the nearest reliable ghost in the vicinity.
âHey, Susan, can you go-â
The vigilantes canât hear how she interrupts him because she was standing there the whole time and knows exactly what he was going to ask.
âOkay, thanks. Meet at mine.â
The ghost woman nods and flies off to go hunt down dear old Greg and Danny turns to Red Robin. He makes a casual move with his head to say âfollow meâ and continues walking down the sidewalk past the guy and further into the old, decrepit buildings heâs been squatting in.
They already know heâs a runaway, being homeless shouldnât come as a shock to them. Even with his two jobs, he canât afford to rent an apartment. No wonder so many people are in poverty or in the slums.
He ducks into his rundown building, ignoring the rats scurrying away, and hops up the rickety stairs, avoiding the ones that were unstable. It was a nightmare figuring out which steps were faulty. Lots of injuries.
At the top he turns to see Red easily copying his movements up the stairs while Robin balances along the railing like a tight rope. When they reach the top at the same time Danny just stares at them for a moment before shaking his head in exasperation. Darn vigilantes. Why did Danny have to get caught up in this mess?
He turns, walking along the floor closest to the wall before getting to what heâs deemed his room.
It used to be an office from what he can tell. A desk pushed against the far wall and a ripped sofa heâs been using as a bed on the other wall. The floors were the most stable in this room which really won out.
Danny goes to the desk where all his papers are scattered over the surface. An organizational pattern only he understands as he shuffles through the pile he pulls from the cubby above the desk. It holds all the same information he sent into the police, just in its raw form with about twice the amount of useless information. Along with it is a few other âcasesâ that sounds familiar that he just threw together into a pile. Maybe the genius detectives could decipher what he couldnât.
âHere,â he says, holding out the stack. Red Robin doesnât hesitate to take it off his hands.
Thereâs no chair for the desk anymore so he slides some papers out of the way to hop onto the desk to wait.
âNo.â
The vigilantes look at him and he shakes his head and looks over to the side.
âNo, Abby. Iâm not wasting their time.â
Red Robin goes back to flipping through papers. Most of them were old business papers he had found in the office and just written on the back. Some were receipts or pamphlets or some other random scrap of paper he could get his hands on.
âBecause yours was an accident. Thereâs nothing for them to solve.â
Robin watched him cautiously as if waiting for Danny to snap or suddenly turn violent. Instead he leans back on his hands in a vulnerable position which screamed âI donât want to hurt anyoneâ.
âThere is a lot more information here than what was submitted to the police,â Red Robin comments neutrally, purposefully ignoring Dannyâs exasperated sigh and one-sided conversation.
Danny shrugs in defense, âDidnât think all of it was relevant.â
The vigilante doesnât respond.
Robin drifts closer as Danny gives a withering glare to the corner. He examines the mess of papers surrounding the teen in the low lighting.
âAre these all files of victims?â
Danny glances over them with a knowledgeable eye.
âMost.â He twists to point at the top left corner of the cubbies. âThose are accidents though⌠well, what sounds like accidents.â
âThere should be more.â
Danny looks at the boy with a tilted head and raises brow.
âNot everyone sticks around,â he explains simply.
Then something draws his attention away across the room. Surprisingly his eyes donât glaze over like someone with mental illness, instead they sharpen to see something they canât. It resembled Constantine or Thomas.
âGreg, these guys wanna talk to you.â
What proceeds is a very awkward interaction with Danny as a middle man between victim and vigilante. Despite the need for a translator, Red Robin does in fact get a lead from the conversation.
âThank you for your cooperation.â
Danny nods. âSure, no problem. Just donât rat me out to the police and I can help with any other case that pops up with a ghost attached.â
âYou know we can help with your living situation,â Red Robin offers with a glance around the room.
âWhat, and put me in foster care? No thanks, Iâll pass.â
âThere are other options,â Robin chimes in with nonchalance that implies he doesnât actually care.
âYou donât pass for eighteen, but if you let me make you a new ID we could say youâre emancipated.â
Danny frowns.
âIâd have to be sixteen to be eligible for emancipation.â
âYou could be sixteen.â
No, he really couldnât. Maybe if you squint your eyes and tilt your head, but Danny is fourteen with all the baby fat and innocent face that comes with it. His license now is a clear fake to anyone who sees it, but in this city no oneâs gonna question it to his face. They just raise a brow, look at him, then shrug it off and roll with the lie.
âWhat do you want?â He demands. All this good will and wanting to help him canât be free.
âWe want to help,â Red says too easily.
Danny stares for a second, eyes narrowed as he tries to block out the multiple voices around him.
Insurance. He wants Danny to owe him so he can keep coming back for more information.
âI just told you I would help. Why are you still trying to get leverage?â He demands with irritation.
âWe want to help-â
âYou want me in your back pocket.â
Red Robin doesnât give that a response, his lips pressing together to make a hard line.
Instead of pushing, he surprisingly takes a step back and heads towards the door, papers still in hand. Danny doesnât argue.
Robin ducks out first, blending into the shadows without even a glance over his shoulder. Red Robin pauses in the doorway.
âDonât try to skip town,â he states like an order. Like if Danny did in fact try, he would be found and brought back.
It didnât even cross Dannyâs mind.
âWasnât planning on it,â he says tiredly, too fed up with the day to defend himself.
Red Robin watches him for a moment before nodding and disappearing out the room.
Danny slumps with a groan, finally sliding off the desk to shuffle to the couch, body flopping face first into the worn cushions.
Itâs silent to everyone else but Danny.
âI know.â
âŚ
âI know, Jack, but I donât trust them. Even if he is your son.â
Danny never noticed the bug planted by Robin on the underside of the desk.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#danny fenton#danny phantom#batman#tim drake#damian wayne#red robin#dc robin#story ideas#Danny sees ghosts#itâs his way of helping#medium#homeless#runaway#batburger
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thinking about fuck buddy jake... (ËśË áľ ËËś)
âËâš pairingâĽ: jake x female reader
jake's sex drive is extremely high. he can't remember the last time he was able to go a week without it, he's always horny so he's grateful to have you to accompany his needs when he calls. he loves a good quickie and doesn't really care where you do it. fucking you when and where you're not supposed to gives him a pleasurable adrenaline rush, and he's really good at not getting the two of you caught. âĄ
you've fucked in numerous peculiar locations; the couch at his grandparent's house, a victoria's secret fitting room, a playground late at night, his little brother's closetâ listen... being squished on his lap for an hour during hide and seek wasn't going to end any other way. you surprisingly haven't done anything in a movie theater yet, but he absolutely plans on it.
jake's favorite place to fuck you is definitely in his car where you can get loud as ever. he loves taking you to the back, bending you over and pounding your pussy until the seats get sticky with sweat and cum, the windows get so fogged up from both of your hot heavy breathing combined.
fuck buddy jake will always give you head before fucking you. he has the most plump, voluminous lips that make you feel better than any toy can. he'd whisper against your cunt that aches for him, spitting on it and smearing the saliva around with his digits to prepare you for his tongue+fingering combo. the way you look down at him with so much adoration when he's in between your legs makes him crazy hard, and it feels so good to give his cock slow strokes as he french kisses your pussy. he keeps a certain length to his hair solely because he loves how you run your fingers through it while he makes soft suctions on your sensitive clit, how you grip it hard to grind against his soft lips before cumming in his mouth.
you never cared for australian accents until you met your fuck buddy jake. the way he speaks is just saurrr sexy, his tone is soft and sweet with you and it makes a complete pool in your panties. you easily do anything he asks. he thinks it's so cute how embarrassingly wet you get from his voice alone, so he makes sure to talk you through your orgasms as much as he can when you fuck. most of all, jake loves to call you his good girl, it's his favorite line of praise. "you look so pretty taking my dick. you wanna be a good girl and cum for me?" he'd talk your head off during missionary, showering you in filthy compliments.
fuck buddy jake likes to text you consistently. sending good morning & goodnight texts just feels right to him, and he always insists you text that you made it home safely after you leave his place. he's the first person you send selfies to before you post them on social media, and of course he gets the exclusives, if you're picking up what im putting down. you two exchange nudes and sext back and forth during late horny hours, he desperately fucks his fist in his bed to the nasty messages that pop up on his screen. he likes to send you videos of him stroking his dick and cumming all over his abdomen with his face in the frame, you save and touch yourself to them when he's not able to come over â¤ď¸â âš
fuck buddy jake loves to mark your body, even though you're not officially his. he'd hungrily bite and suck on the sweet spots of your flesh, creating dark bruises in places only he gets to see. not your neck since its too obvious, but your tummy, in between your thighs, and his favorite placeâ your tits. he hates when you wear tops that expose your chest and will pull up your top when nobody is looking, because all his hickies reside there, which are only for his eyes only.
fuck buddy jake is a whiney moaner, he just cannot help himself with the way your warm walls grip and tighten around his cock. he gets really high pitched and breathless, really loud when he's about to cum. "shit, oh fuck you feel so good. im gonna cum inside you," he'd moan pathetically, throwing his head back as unbearable bursts of pleasure pulse through his body. the groans he makes during sex are probably your favorite part of the entire thing, they're needy and dramatic. when giving him blowjobs you purposely continue to suck and tease his tip after he cums, just to hear him whimper and beg you to stop because he sounds so cute >Řâ˘Ě
jake tries his best to last for you, but sometimes he physically can't. you love how easily he leaks his seed though, it's kinda hot... especially because his load is always so excessive and messy. he'll use a condom depending on if you want to, but you almost never do, you love to fuck raw thanks to your handydandy bc pill. his pull out game is terrible... but to be fair, the warm sensation of his semen shooting up inside you feels too good to ever want something between the two of you.
fuck buddy jake cares alot about your pleasure. with his past bodies all he cared about was getting his own nut, but with you its different. when you first started messing around, he read books and took notes on female anatomy to make sure he knew exactly how to make you feel good, how to thrust, where to lick, where to grope, where to suck. you'd think he was a virgin after going through his search history; "how to make a girl cum from head" "how to make her squirt" "how do you find a girl's gspot?" he knows better than to learn from porn. he gets so carried away like a complete nerd, sitting and watching educational sex videos for hours at night with his dick hard, planning what he'll do to you the next day.
fuck buddy jake calls you his girl/girlfriend jokingly, but deep down inside there's meaning behind it. he's had the gushiest crush on you ever since the first day you met, and having secret sex nearly every day only deepened his infatuation for you and made him fall in love. however, he would never confess unless you hinted at it first. he has a great fear of rejection and would hate to make things "weird" between the two of you if you didn't want something more than just moaning each other's names behind closed doors.
all he can do is cross his fingers, hoping that one day his dick game will make you cum to your senses.
(yes, that was a pun pls LAUGH)
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not so sneaky sex
Ę synopsis: gojo and reader have sex while geto sleeps in the same bed
Ę cont: fem reader, 4th year satosugu (19), the one bed troupe, sneaky not so sneaky fucking, dirty talk, exhibitionism?
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You held your breath as your eyes locked on Suguru's relaxed sleeping face, your eyes fluttering and your breath catching each time Satoru plunged his cock inside you. You were all so exhausted after your joint mission, that you insisted on stopping at a hotel for the night in a town none of you were familiar with. Of course, they only had one room with one bed. Luckily, the bed could accommodate two large men and yourself, so there was still a good bit of distance away from Suguru and yourself, but not nearly as much as there should've been when his best friend had his cock inside you.
Satoru held the underside of your knee up for better access to your cunt, making the blanket tent with your leg to accommodate the movement. His hand was firmly placed over your mouth to keep any of your whines and whimpers at bay, but even then it was hard to keep quiet when the tip of his cock was rubbing your g-spot raw. "you feel so good," Satoru whispered against the shell of your ear, his tongue finding your earlobe to bring to his lips before he bit down on it hard enough to make you wince.
"Did you like that? You just got so tight," Satoru laughed breathlessly, his cock throbbing with each thrust as he slowly fucked it in and out of you. "Mmmm," You tried to respond, but he refused to move his hand from your mouth as he kept fucking you. "Shhh⌠you don't have to answer, I already know you liked it," Satoru responded cockily, moving his lips down to your neck where he sucked his soft lips against your skin.
You tilted your head back against him, allowing him more access as his thrusts got rougher, the bed starting to shake with his movementsâSuguru shaking with it. You watched Suguru's beautiful hair shake and fall off his shoulder onto his solid chest that was bare from the lack of clothes he had on. It turns out that sharing a bed with two other people can get pretty hot.
You gripped his wrist harshly at the change of pace, your whimpers slipping past the cover of his hand, seeming so loud in the otherwise silent motel room. "Rub your clit for me baby, my hands are a bit full," Satoru instructed against your neck, his breaths coming quicker as your cunt worked hard to milk him for all he was worth. "Hurry," He whispered when you didn't immediately respond. "Suguru isn't exactly the heaviest sleeper and-" He cut himself off with a loud groan when you reached down and started rubbing your clit in fast circles, your pussy squeezing him tighter than before.
"That's it pretty, make yourself cum all over my cock while you look at Suguru." He laughed through a groan as his pace picked up again. It was a miracle Suguru wasn't awake already. If not for the bed shaking then the loud squelching from where the two of you were connected or the not-so-subtle sounds that were slipping from your lips and Satoru's throat. Satoru buried his head in the crook of your neck, a whine vibrating against your skin just as you felt his pace get sloppy.
"Are you close?" He whispered, clearly on the verge of falling off himself. "Please tell me your close baby, I don't wanna cum without you but fuck," He groaned, biting into your shoulder and making you release a too-loud moan before he released you again, "You're so wet, it feels so good." You nodded quickly, trying to respond from behind his hand but the sound was muffled.
"Yeah? You gonna cum?" Gojo asked, his voice needy and strained with the effort it took not to groan the way he wanted. You nodded in response, your fingers rubbing quickly over your clit, making that sensation of your orgasm wind itself tighter and tighter. "Fuck, oh fuck fuck-" Gojo groaned, his cock now spearing into your cunt with no regard for the man sleeping just in front of you.
Moans were being torn from your throat as you were pushed over the edge by the force of his thrusting. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you let your orgasm flood through your body, your leg shaking and trembling in Satoru's hold while he held it up as he continued to fuck you through your high. "I'm cumming, take my cum p-pretty," Gojo whined, biting your neck as he stilled against your ass, his cock throbbing inside you as he fucked you full of his cum.
You could feel his abs clench and twitch behind you as he rolled his hips in a circle against your ass, his cock massaging your oversensitive walls as he let your cunt milk him dry. His body finally went slack against yours just as he placed your leg back down, keeping himself buried inside you. Your eyes were still shut as you caught your breath, your head leaned back against him.
The hand that was covering your mouth gripped your chin and turned you to face him as he met your lips with his own in a lazy, slow kiss while the two of you basked in the aftershocks, his cock still twitching inside you.
The sound of someone clearing their throat made you jolt out of Satoru's hold, your head snapping back to the man in front of you. Satoru didn't seem alarmed in the slightest, he just laughed as he met Suguru's eyes from behind your body. "Are the two of you going to let me get some rest now, or were you planning to invite me for round two?"
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I Wanna Be Yours
Summary: You're a hacker for The Organization, a secret group that is currently working on dismantling a mutant trafficking ring. You've been working with Logan for months but neither of you have met each other in person and he doesn't even know your real name.
Word Count: 14.7k+
Pairing: Logan (X-Men) x fem!reader
Notes: this is something i've wanted to do for a while- playing with the idea that logan can totally fall in love with someone just through their voice (and vice versa). i hope y'all enjoy it!
warnings/tags: reader has a code name, pet name (darling), light violence, mentions of (mutant) trafficking, some uses of y/n
âBet you look good in that suit.â You say, tapping on your keyboard, hacking into the security cameras of the seedy casino where the deal was taking place.
Logan huffed, covertly adjusting the small earpiece as he blended in with the crowd of the dimly lit casino. His tuxedo felt too tight, but then again, it wasnât like he was made for fancy suits and shiny shoes.
âDonât go gettinâ all sentimental, Phantom. This thing barely fits,â he muttered, keeping his voice low and steady. He glanced around, taking in the sight of gamblers, dealers, and a few shifty-looking men gathered near a corner. Probably the ones he was here for.
âMust be hard to hide all those muscles,â you teased through the comm, your voice a steady whisper in his ear. âBut Iâll try not to distract you, just this once.â
A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips as he slipped past a group of laughing tourists. He scanned the room, zeroing in on his target: a short, balding man with an expensive suit and a smug look on his face. Loganâs senses sharpened. He could practically smell the guyâs nervous sweat. This had to be one of the trafficking ringâs major players.
âAny idea where theyâre at?â he asked, his tone shifting from playful to serious in an instant.
âSecond floor. Private poker room,â you said, enlarging one of the camera feeds to get a better view. âSecurityâs tighter up there. Youâll need a distraction if you wanna get past those guards.â
Logan glanced at the stairway leading up. Two burly men stood in front, arms crossed, eyes scanning for any sign of trouble. âCanât just slice my way through âem,â he grumbled. âWhatâve you got for me, Phantom?â
âPatience,â you teased. âTrust me, Iâm working on it.â You typed a few more commands, initiating a loop in the security feed of the second-floor hallway. âYouâve got a 30-second window. Move now.â
Logan didnât need to be told twice. He slipped through the casino floor, dodging between slot machines and card tables until he reached the base of the stairwell. The guards barely glanced his way as he strolled past, looking for all the world like another high-roller with a chip on his shoulder.
âAlmost too easy,â he muttered under his breath, taking the steps two at a time.
âI make it look easy,â you corrected, monitoring the shifting feeds as Logan made his way to the second floor. âJust keep moving. The loopâll hold, but not for long.â
Logan reached the hallway, his eyes narrowing at the closed door leading to the poker room. He slowed his pace, ears straining to pick up any sounds on the other side. âTell me youâve got eyes in there.â
âNot yet, working on it,â you said. âThis systemâs layered, gonna take a sec.â
Logan let out a quiet growl. âGreat. No pressure or anything.â
âHey, if youâre in such a hurry, I could alwaysââ
âDonât,â he cut in. âJustâstay on it.â He pressed his back to the wall, inching closer to the door, waiting for your go.
There was a pause, and then, âGot it.â Your voice softened, like you were focusing extra hard. âFour guys in there. Three playing cards, one pacing by the window.â
âLet me guess,â Logan grunted. âThe bald oneâs pacing.â
âBingo.â
Loganâs fingers flexed, the subtle urge to unsheathe his claws growing. But this was a delicate operation. No bloodshed if it could be helped.
âYouâve got any ideas how to get me in without turninâ this into a brawl?â he asked, half-expecting you to come up with something clever.
âIâve got a couple,â you replied, a smile evident in your tone. âBut you wonât like them.â
Logan sighed. âWhy do I feel like youâre about to mess with me?â
âOh, I wouldnât dream of it,â you said sweetly, then paused. âOkay, maybe a little. Thereâs a closet down the hall to your left. Go there.â
He frowned but did as you instructed, slipping into the darkened space, filled with cleaning supplies and boxes. âNow what?â
âWell, I could trigger a fire alarm, but thatâs a little loud and obvious. Or, and hear me out, I could disrupt the air conditioning. Make it so hot in there theyâll be begging for an excuse to step outside.â
Logan chuckled under his breath. âThatâs your big plan? Make âem sweat?â
âWorked on you, didnât it?â you teased.
âFunny.â He shook his head, glancing at the vent above him. âThink theyâll all leave?â
âProbably not all at once, but it should get the ball rolling. Just be ready. Iâll handle the rest.â Your fingers flew over the keys again, tapping into the buildingâs climate control system.
After a moment, you heard Loganâs quiet grunt. âFeels like itâs workinâ already.â
âYeah, I see the temp rising in their room.â You pulled up the camera feed again, watching as one of the guys at the table tugged at his collar, then another wiped at his brow.
âTen bucks says Mr. Baldy cracks first,â you said, amused.
Logan smirked. âYouâre on.â
Not even a minute passed before the bald man swore, yanked off his suit jacket, and threw it on the back of his chair. âIâm stepping out for some air,â you heard him mutter to the others.
Loganâs eyes flicked to the door, his body tense. âHere we go.â
As the door opened, Logan moved fast. He grabbed the guy, pulling him into the closet before he could make a sound. With a quick, non-lethal chokehold, the guy slumped to the ground unconscious. Logan checked his pulseâalive. Good.
âNice work,â you whispered in his ear. âBet heâs not going to wake up happy.â
Logan crouched down, frisking the guyâs pockets. âLetâs hope heâs got something useful on him,â he muttered.
âHeâs got a keycard,â you said, watching the screen as Logan pulled out the small plastic card. âThat should get you into the back office.â
Logan glanced down at the unconscious man. âYou were right. I didnât like your plan.â
You laughed softly through the comms. âYouâll get over it. Now go, before they notice their friendâs gone.â
Logan straightened up, giving the unconscious man one last look before slipping out of the closet. âYou better have a plan for whatâs next, Phantom.â
âI always do,â you said, smirking as you pulled up the buildingâs blueprints. âJust follow my lead. Take the hall to your right. Thereâs an access door near the end. Itâll get you closer to the office.â
Logan moved quickly, the soft thud of his footsteps barely audible. âYou sure about this? That door doesnât look like itâs meant for guests.â
âIâm sure,â you replied confidently. âItâs an employee access. Youâve got the keycard, remember?â
He grunted in response, holding the card up to the reader. The door unlocked with a faint beep. âYou really do make this look easy.â
âI try,â you said, voice laced with amusement. âNow, once youâre inside, thereâs a small hallway. Youâll want to hang a left, then a quick right. The office is at the end.â
Logan opened the door, slipping into the narrow hallway. âWhatâs the deal with this office? Anything I should know?â
âCould be where theyâre stashing data on the trafficking network. Either that or it's where theyâre counting money.â You were typing again, eyes scanning multiple camera feeds. âBut Iâve got a good feeling about this.â
âGood feelinâ, huh?â Logan muttered, carefully making his way through the corridor. âHope that feelinâ is worth something.â
âIt always is,â you shot back playfully. âYouâve got about a minute before someone notices the guy you knocked out is missinâ. So⌠chop, chop.â
âYeah, yeah,â Logan growled, reaching the door to the office. âAnd you said I was the impatient one.â
Before you could respond, he swiped the keycard again and pushed the door open. Inside, the room was dimly lit, filled with filing cabinets, a desk cluttered with paperwork, and a few old-looking computers. Loganâs nose twitched at the faint scent of stale cigarettes and cologne.
âJackpot,â you whispered in his ear, pulling up the feed of the room. âThere should be a terminal near the desk. Get me plugged in, and Iâll handle the rest.â
Logan looked over at the outdated equipment and scowled. âThis stuffâs ancient. Hope you can work with it, Phantom.â
âPlease, Iâve hacked worse,â you said, brushing off the concern. âJust get me connected.â
Logan knelt down, finding a small port on the side of the computer and pulling out a cable from his gear. As soon as he plugged it in, your fingers danced across the keyboard, breaking through layers of security.
âThere we go,â you murmured. âThisâll take a second. How are things on your end?â
Logan stood back up, glancing around the room. âQuiet. For now.â
âGood, because Iâve got eyes on another guy heading your way,â you warned. âHeâs probably checking in on his boss. You might wanna handle him before he stumbles on Baldy.â
Loganâs fists clenched. âGreat. Any more good news?â
âDepends. You want the good news or the bad news first?â you asked lightly, your tone casual despite the urgency of the situation.
âJust spit it out.â
âGood news? Iâm almost done here. Bad news? Youâve got about thirty seconds before that guy reaches you.â
Logan let out a low growl. âAny suggestions?â
âWell,â you said thoughtfully, âyou could go for subtle and knock him outâagain. Or you could do the Logan thing and scare the crap out of him.â
Logan smirked. âAnd here I thought you were gonna say âno bloodshed.ââ
âIâm flexible,â you teased. âYour call.â
Logan moved toward the door, listening carefully. The approaching footsteps were getting closer. âIâll try subtle,â he muttered. Then, almost as an afterthought, âfor you.â
âAw, how sweet,â you quipped. âIâll be sure to remember this moment.â
He cracked the door open just as the guy turned the corner. Logan grabbed him by the collar, yanking him into the room before he could shout. A quick punch to the gut, and the guy doubled over, gasping for air. Logan pressed him against the wall, one hand firmly over his mouth.
âStay quiet, and I wonât hurt you,â Logan growled, his tone low and threatening.
The guyâs eyes widened, and he gave a shaky nod. Logan let him go, and he slumped to the floor, half-conscious.
âNice work,â you praised, your voice a soft murmur in his ear. âYouâve still got it.â
âDidnât lose it,â Logan muttered, stepping over the guy and returning to the desk. âYou done yet?â
âJust about,â you said. âAnd⌠there. Iâve got everything. Youâre good to go.â
Logan disconnected the cable, glancing around the room once more. âAnd youâre sure thisâll help us track the ring?â
âPositive,â you replied confidently. âNow, get out of there before someone else shows up.â
Logan took one last look at the unconscious man on the floor. âYou got a clear path for me?â
âAlways,â you said, your fingers flying over the keys again. âHead back the way you came. Iâll loop the cameras again. And donât worry, Iâll keep them busy downstairs.â
Logan smirked as he stepped back into the hallway. âSometimes I forget how useful you are.â
âOnly sometimes?â you teased.
He chuckled softly. âDonât push your luck, Phantom.â
You smiled to yourself, watching the feeds as Logan made his way through the building. âWhatever you say, Logan. You owe me one.â
âAdd it to the list,â he said, his voice gruff but laced with a hint of amusement.
âBelieve me, I am.â You took a bite of your cake, an orange cardamom one you made the other day.
âThe hell are you doinâ?â Logan asked.
You shrugged, âIâm eatinâ. Thought now was a better time than ever. Letâs my fingers have a break. Got a problem, Wolf?â you ask, taking another bite of your cake, your tone teasing through the comm.
Loganâs voice grumbled in your ear, low and irritated. "We're in the middle of a mission, and youâre havinâ dessert?"
"Hey, a girlâs gotta eat," you reply casually, wiping a few crumbs off your keyboard. "Iâve earned it. Youâre lucky Iâm not eating popcorn with the way this operationâs going. Besides, Iâm the one doing the hard work behind the scenes, remember?"
"Youâre sittinâ in front of a computer, Phantom," Logan shot back, though you could hear the faintest trace of a smirk in his voice. "Not exactly the front lines."
"Exactly. Where would you be without me?" you retort, savoring another bite of cake. "Iâm the reason youâre not punching your way through the entire casino right now."
Logan stayed quiet for a beat. You could imagine him clenching his jaw, trying to decide whether to argue or just let you have your moment. "You done?"
You chuckle softly, leaning back in your chair. "For now. You make it out of there yet?"
"Almost," Logan muttered, his voice low as he moved through the hall. "Place is still crawling with these scumbags. Any chance you can keep âem distracted?"
"Already ahead of you," you said, your fingers flying over the keyboard again. "Looping the feeds, and Iâve got a little surprise coming for the main floor. Keep your eyes open."
Logan grunted in response, his boots making soft thuds as he crept through the back corridors. "Surprise, huh? What kind of surprise?"
"Youâll see," you said cryptically, unable to hide the amusement in your tone.
There was a pause before Logan spoke again, quieter this time. "You always this chatty during missions?"
You tilted your head, curious. "Depends on who Iâm working with. Some people are all business, no fun. Others⌠well, they donât mind a little conversation. Keeps things from getting too tense."
"Huh," Logan responded, noncommittal. But then, after another beat, he added, "Guess it ainât so bad."
Your eyebrows shot up. "Was that a compliment? Did Wolverine just say something nice?"
"Donât push it, Phantom," Logan growled, but there was a hint of a smile in his voice.
You grinned to yourself, pleased that youâd gotten under his skin a little. "Alright, alright. Iâll stop before you start getting sentimental on me."
Logan was quiet for a moment, then muttered, "Not much chance of that."
Before you could reply, you heard footsteps in the feed, heading in Loganâs direction. Your tone shifted, all business now. "Logan, hold up. Someoneâs coming your way, about twenty feet ahead."
"Great," he grumbled, already moving to the side, pressing himself into the shadows.
You watched the camera feed, tracking the figureâs movement. "Wait⌠looks like itâs just one guy. Should be easy to handle."
Loganâs low growl rumbled through the comm. "Easy for you to say."
You rolled your eyes, but your focus stayed on the screen. "Youâre Wolverine. Youâll be fine. Just make sure he doesnât see you."
A few seconds passed, and then you heard a soft thud. Loganâs voice came back through the comm, sounding slightly breathless. "Handled."
"See? Told you. Easy," you said smugly.
Logan didnât respond right away, probably too busy moving again. You kept your eyes on the security feeds, tracking his progress. Finally, you heard his voice, a little softer this time. "Thanks."
Your fingers paused over the keys. "For what?"
"For not gettinâ in the way," he said, almost gruffly, but you could tell he meant it.
You smiled, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. "Anytime, Wolf."
There was a brief silence, and then Logan cleared his throat. "So, you gonna tell me what this surprise is, or you just keepinâ me in the dark?"
You leaned forward, grinning. "Oh, right. Almost forgot. Check the main floor in about⌠five seconds."
Logan didnât say anything, but you imagined him looking around suspiciously. Then, just as youâd planned, the lights in the main casino flickered before the fire alarms started blaring. You heard Loganâs quiet chuckle through the comm.
"That your idea of subtle?"
"I prefer âeffective,â" you said, watching as the casino patrons started panicking, scrambling for the exits. "Should give you the distraction you need to get out clean."
Logan let out a low laugh. "Iâll give you that, Phantom. You make one hell of a distraction."
"Flattery will get you nowhere," you teased, though you couldnât help the slight flush creeping up your neck. "Now hurry up and get out of there before someone starts putting two and two together."
"On it," Logan muttered, the sound of the alarm still faint in the background as he made his way out. "Iâm guessinâ you already got us an exit plan?"
You leaned back in your chair, tapping your fingers against the desk. "I wouldnât leave you hanging like that. Side door, west end of the building. Youâve got about three minutes before the cops show up."
Logan moved swiftly, his footsteps barely audible now. "You really are somethinâ else, yâknow that?"
You smirked. "Iâve heard that once or twice."
As Logan slipped through the side door, you watched him disappear from the buildingâs cameras, your job mostly done. âYouâre clear. Ricky wants you to meet him tomorrow morning, 8 sharp for a debrief.â
Logan let out a short grunt. âRicky, huh? Great. Iâll bring donuts.â
You smiled, rolling your eyes even though he couldnât see you. âYou could at least try to pretend youâre not completely over these meetings.â
Loganâs voice crackled through the comm, rough but with a hint of humor. âIâm over a lotta things, Phantom. Meetinâs just one of âem.â
You leaned back in your chair, stretching out your arms. âWell, donât be late. You know how Ricky gets when heâs kept waitinâ.â
âYeah, yeah,â Logan muttered. There was a pause, and then, âWhat about you? You gonna be there?â
You raised an eyebrow, surprised at the question. âYou think I just show up to these things? Iâm the behind-the-scenes tech genius, remember? My jobâs done.â
Logan huffed. âYeah, well⌠guess I figured after all this time, Iâd finally meet the mystery hacker.â
There was something in his voiceâsomething almost like curiosityâbut you brushed it off with a light laugh. âAw, are you saying you miss me already, Wolf?â
âDonât push it,â Logan shot back, though there was a playful edge to his words. âJust seems weird, is all. Workinâ together this long and never even met you face-to-face.â
You paused for a moment, considering his words. It was weird. Youâd been guiding Logan through missions for months now, your voices constantly in each otherâs ears, but you had never been in the same room. A part of you liked it that wayâit kept things professional, detached. Safer. But another part of you⌠well, maybe you were curious too.
âMaybe one day,â you said lightly, dodging the subject. âBut for now, I think itâs better this way. Keeps the mystery alive, right?â
Logan snorted. âYeah, real mysterious. You sittinâ there eatinâ cake while Iâm out here doinâ the heavy liftinâ.â
You smirked. âItâs called multitasking, Logan. Iâm sure youâve heard of it.â
Before he could respond, a soft beep on your computer alerted you that the buildingâs security systems were coming back online. The loop youâd created was about to end.
âLooks like my windowâs closing,â you said, typing a few last commands. âEverythingâs going back to normal on their end. Youâre officially off the radar.â
âGood. Was gettinâ sick of the place anyway,â Logan muttered. You could hear the sound of traffic now, indicating he was out on the street. âYou sure you donât wanna show up tomorrow?â
âWhy?â you asked, amused. âSo you can finally see if I really do eat cake during all your missions?â
Logan grumbled something under his breath. âYeah, somethinâ like that.â
You hesitated, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. Meeting him in person⌠itâd be a big step. The dynamics between you two would change. And honestly, you werenât sure if that was a good idea. But at the same time, a part of you was curious about the man behind the gruff voice and dry humor.
âWeâll see,â you said, keeping your tone light. âBut donât hold your breath, Wolf.â
Logan was quiet for a second before he let out a low chuckle. âWasnât planninâ on it. See you around, Phantom.â
With that, the line went dead, and you leaned back in your chair, staring at the screen. You could still hear Loganâs voice in your head, and for a moment, you wondered what itâd be like to finally meet him. But then you shook the thought away, focusing back on your monitors.
It was safer this way. Easier. Less complicated.
But as you closed down your systems for the night, a small, nagging part of you couldnât help but wonder if youâd ever get the chance to see the man behind the voice.
---
The next morning, you found yourself up earlier than usual, sipping coffee and thinking about Loganâs mission. You knew he was already at the debrief with Ricky, probably sitting there with that irritated look on his face. The thought made you smile.
You were in the middle of pulling up some new data on the trafficking ring when your phone buzzed with a message.
Logan: Missinâ you at this meeting. Rickyâs talkinâ my ear off.
You blinked at the screen, surprised. You werenât expecting a text from Logan, let alone one like that. He wasnât usually the type to check in.
You: Iâm sure youâre handling it like a pro. Should I send donuts as a peace offering?
His reply came almost immediately.
Logan: Yeah, make it two dozen.
You snorted into your coffee, shaking your head.
You: Iâll see what I can do. Howâd the debrief go?
There was a pause before Logan replied.
Logan: Fine. Got another mission lined up. They want you back on comms. Same setup.
Your fingers hesitated over the keys before you typed back.
You: Guess that means youâre stuck with me a little longer, huh?
Logan: Could be worse.
You smiled to yourself, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. It was a small thing, but the fact that Logan had reached out to you, even if it was just to complain about a meeting, felt like progress.
You: Just let me know when youâre ready for another round, Wolf. Iâll be there.
Logan: Yeah, I know you will.
You stared at the screen for a second longer, feeling something stir in the pit of your stomach. You shook it off, downed the rest of your coffee, and started pulling up the files for the next mission.
There was no time for distractionsânot when the stakes were this high.
But still, a small part of you couldnât help but look forward to hearing Loganâs voice in your ear again.
---
âWhy donât you tell me something âbout you?â
You raised an eyebrow at Loganâs question, momentarily pausing your typing before resuming. âI donât know⌠donât want a strange man knowinâ about me, do I?â
There was a low chuckle on the other end of the line. "Strange man, huh? Thought we were past that by now."
You smirked, leaning back in your chair. âWell, I guess youâre not that strange, Wolf. But still. Not sure Iâm ready to spill all my secrets.â
âIâm not askinâ for all your secrets. Just one.â His voice was rough, but there was a hint of curiosity behind it, like he was genuinely interested in getting to know you. Which was⌠unexpected.
You tapped your fingers against the keyboard, considering. âAlright. Something about me, huh? Letâs see⌠I used to hate coffee. Couldnât stand the taste.â
Logan snorted. âThatâs it? Câmon, Phantom, give me somethinâ better than that.â
âHey, you didnât specify what kind of fact,â you shot back, a grin creeping onto your face. âBut fine, if you want something more interesting⌠I got kicked out of my computer science class once.â
There was a beat of silence. âYou? Miss hacker extraordinaire? What the hell did you do?â
You shrugged, even though he couldnât see you. âMaybe I hacked into the schoolâs system to change a grade or two. Not mine, though. A friendâs. The professor wasnât too thrilled about it.â
Loganâs laugh came through the line, deeper this time. âShouldâve known youâd be trouble.â
You smiled, leaning forward again. âWell, youâre stuck with me now.â
âSeems like it,â he muttered, a hint of something in his voice that made your stomach flip.
You cleared your throat, steering the conversation back on track. âAlright, your turn. Tell me something about you.â
âNot much to tell.â Loganâs voice was gruff, almost dismissive, but you could hear the hesitation.
âCome on, fairâs fair,â you pressed. âYou canât ask me for something and not return the favor.â
He was silent for a moment, and you could almost picture him sitting there, deciding how much he wanted to give away. Logan was driving, he had finished another mission with you on the line like always. Except this time, it ended with a man tied up and unconscious in the trunk for Ricky.
Finally, he sighed. âAlright. You want something about me? I used to be a lumberjack.â
You blinked, thrown off by the admission. âA lumberjack? Like, chopping down trees and all that?â
âYeah. Chopping down trees, clearing land. It was⌠quiet. Simple.â
You let that sink in, the image of Logan swinging an axe somehow fitting. âSounds nice. Bet you looked right at home doing it.â
He huffed a short laugh. âNot sure anyoneâs ever âat homeâ doing that, but yeah, it wasnât bad. Kept me grounded, I guess.â
There was something unspoken in his voice, something heavy. You knew enough by now to not push too hard, so instead, you kept it light. âSo, from chopping trees to chasing bad guys and mutants. Quite the career change.â
âYeah, you could say that.â Loganâs tone shifted, and you could tell he was ready to move on. âEnough âbout me. Whatâs the status on those files? You find anything new?â
You glanced at your screen, where the data on the trafficking ring was slowly coming together. âA few new leads. Cross-referenced some names from the last mission, and thereâs definitely a connection between the ring and a shipping company based in Miami. Could be our way in.â
âGood.â Loganâs voice was steady, all business again. âSend me the details when youâre done. Rickyâs gonna want to know.â
You nodded to yourself, already pulling up the files to forward to him. âYou got it. And Logan?â
âYeah?â
âTry not to let Ricky drive you too crazy. Iâm not sending donuts again.â
Logan snorted. âNo promises.â
---
Two days later, you were back at your desk, knee-deep in code, when the comms crackled to life.
âYou ready, Phantom?â
You smiled to yourself, hearing Loganâs voice in your ear again. âAlways. You good to go?â
âLocked and loaded,â he replied, the sound of a car door shutting in the background. âWhatâs the target this time?â
You tapped a few keys, bringing up the map. âWarehouse in Miami. Based on the intel we pulled, this is one of their main distribution points. High traffic, lots of movement at night.â
âSecurity?â
âPretty tight, but nothing we canât handle. Iâll be your eyes and ears. You just focus on getting in and out.â
âLike always.â There was a pause, then, âYou ever been to Miami?â
You raised an eyebrow at the question. âOnce or twice. Why?â
âJust curious. Thought maybe youâd have some recommendations on where to go after all this is over.â
You couldnât help but grin. âWhat, planning a vacation already?â
âMaybe. Depends how fast we wrap this up.â
Shaking your head, you brought the focus back to the mission. âAlright, Wolf. Letâs get through this first, then we can talk about your beach plans.â
Logan chuckled, low and rough. âDeal.â
As you guided him through the back streets of Miami, tracking his every move on the security cameras, you couldnât help but feel that familiar sense of anticipation. Working with Logan had become second nature by now, and yet there was always this underlying tension, this unspoken connection between you two that made every mission just a little more intense.
âLeft at the next alley,â you instructed, your eyes flicking between the camera feeds. âYouâll see a door around the corner. Should be unlocked.â
âGot it,â Logan replied, his voice steady. You could hear his footsteps echoing off the alley walls as he approached the warehouse.
âAny movement inside?â he asked, keeping his voice low.
You scanned the interior feeds. âThree guards on the ground floor, two patrolling the upper levels. Theyâre not on high alert, though. You should be able to slip past them.â
âEasy enough.â
You listened to the sound of him moving, the slight creak of a door opening, then the soft thud of his boots on concrete. You kept your focus on the screens, heart rate picking up as Logan made his way deeper into the building.
âThereâs a stairwell to your left,â you whispered, though no one but Logan could hear you. âTake it up. The control roomâs on the second floor.â
âOn it.â
Everything was going smoothlyâuntil it wasnât.
âShit,â Logan muttered, his voice tense. âGot company.â
Your eyes flew to the nearest camera, catching sight of two guards rounding the corner, guns drawn.
âHang on,â you said quickly, fingers flying across the keyboard. âIâm looping the camera feedâthere, they shouldnât be able to see you now.â
Logan didnât respond right away, but you heard the scuffle over the line, the sound of fists meeting flesh, followed by a grunt of pain. You held your breath, watching the screens intently.
âLogan? You good?â
There was a beat of silence before his voice came through, breathless but unbothered. âYeah. Just had to put a couple guys to sleep.â
You let out a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding. âJesus, give me a heart attack, why donât you?â
âDonât worry, Phantom. Iâve got it under control.â
You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, and despite the tension, you couldnât help but smile. âWell, next time, maybe give me a little warning before you go all Rambo on me.â
âNo promises,â Loganâs voice crackled through the comms, and you could practically hear the grin in his tone. There was a brief pause before he added, âYou still with me, Phantom?â
You shook your head, trying to suppress a smile. âBarely. I swear, youâll be the death of me one of these days.â
His laugh came low and rough, and for a moment, you let yourself relax a little, the tension from earlier easing. âWouldnât be the first time Iâve heard that.â
âYeah, well, I mean it,â you shot back, eyes scanning the multiple screens in front of you. The warehouse was sprawling, but you had a pretty good read on the layout by now. âYouâre clear to move. No one else on this floor.â
âGot it.â You heard the soft thud of his boots again as he moved forward.
âSo, whatâs the next step?â Logan asked, keeping his voice low. âYou got me runninâ around this place, but you havenât told me what Iâm lookinâ for.â
âPatience, Wolf,â you teased, tapping a few more keys to bring up the rest of the buildingâs security system. âIâm working on it. Thereâs a secure server room on the north side of the building. Thatâs where theyâre storing the data we need. Youâre gonna have to bypass their security to get in.â
âPiece of cake.â
âFunny you mention cake,â you said, grinning to yourself as you tapped into the serverâs firewall. âBecause after this, Iâm thinking you owe me some. Maybe even pie. Youâre racking up quite the tab.â
Logan chuckled. âYeah? Weâll see. First, letâs get through this alive.â
âIâm holding you to that.â
As you worked, your mind drifted for a second, the familiar rhythm of the job taking over. It was almost unsettling how natural it had become to guide Logan through these kinds of missions. You werenât sure when youâd started looking forward to themâmaybe it was the banter, maybe it was the trust youâd built. But either way, it had become a part of your routine.
âServer roomâs on the right,â you said after a beat, focusing back on the task at hand. âTwo guards outside, but they donât seem too alert. Shouldnât be a problem for you.â
Loganâs voice was smooth as he replied, âAlready ahead of you. On my way.â
You kept your eyes on the screen, watching as he moved through the shadows, blending in with the dark corners of the warehouse. It was impressive, really. The way he worked was so fluid, like heâd done this a thousand times before. And, well, he probably had.
âThereâs an override switch on the wall next to the door,â you instructed. âFlip it, and youâll have access.â
Logan grunted in response, and a moment later, you heard the soft click of the door unlocking.
âInside,â he muttered. âNow what?â
You were about to respond when a sudden blip on your screen caught your attention. âWait, hold up,â you said quickly, fingers flying across the keyboard. âWeâve got movement. Someoneâs heading toward your location. Two guards, second floor.â
Loganâs voice was calm, even as he moved into action. âHow long do I have?â
âNot long. Theyâre coming fast.â Your heart pounded as you watched the dots on the map converge on his location. âYou need to get out of there, now.â
âToo late for that,â Logan muttered, the sounds of heavy footsteps echoing through the comms.
âLoganââ
âDonât worry, Phantom,â he cut you off, and you could hear the smirk in his voice again. âIâve got this.â
The next thing you heard was the unmistakable sound of fists hitting flesh, followed by a low grunt of pain. You winced, even though you couldnât see what was happening.
âLogan? Talk to me.â
More sounds of a struggle came through, and then finally, Loganâs voice, slightly breathless but unbothered. âTwo down. Told ya, no problem.â
You let out a shaky breath, leaning back in your chair. âYeah, well, maybe next time donât wait until the last second to handle it.â
âWhereâs the fun in that?â
You couldnât help but laugh, even though your nerves were still on edge. âYouâre impossible.â
âThatâs what they tell me,â he replied, and you could hear the faint rustle of him moving again. âAlright, Iâm at the server. How much time do we need?â
âGive me five minutes,â you said, fingers flying across the keyboard as you initiated the download remotely. âIâm pulling the data now. Just stay put until I finish.â
âFive minutes? Thought you were faster than that, Phantom.â
âDonât push it, Logan,â you shot back, rolling your eyes even though he couldnât see you. âIâd like to see you hack into a secured server faster.â
âMaybe Iâll give it a shot one of these days,â he muttered, the humor still in his voice. âBet Iâd be a natural.â
âPlease. Youâd probably smash the computer before you even logged in.â
âOnly if it pissed me off.â
You shook your head, focusing back on the task at hand. âAlright, Iâm almost done. Just a few more seconds.â
There was silence on the line for a moment, and you could hear Logan shifting in place, his breaths slow and steady.
âYou ever think about doinâ this full time?â he asked suddenly, his voice lower now, more serious.
âHacking?â you replied, thrown off by the question. âI mean, Iâm not exactly doing this for the money. Why?â
âJust curious,â Logan said, and you could tell by his tone that he wasnât pressing the issue. âSeems like youâre good at it. You could make a real difference.â
You hesitated, fingers hovering over the keys. âIâm already making a difference,â you said softly, your voice quieter than usual. âI donât need to do it full time to feel like it matters.â
There was a pause, and for a moment, you thought maybe the line had cut out. But then Logan spoke again, his voice low and almost⌠thoughtful.
âYeah. Guess youâre right.â
You didnât know how to respond to that, so you didnât. Instead, you focused on finishing the download, the soft hum of the servers filling the silence between you.
âGot it,â you said finally, leaning back in your chair with a sigh of relief. âDownloadâs complete. Youâre good to go.â
Logan didnât reply right away, but you could hear the soft sound of him moving, his footsteps heavy against the concrete floor.
âLogan?â you prompted after a moment, the silence starting to make you uneasy.
âYeah,â he said finally, his voice a little distant. âIâm on my way out.â
You nodded to yourself, watching his dot move across the map on your screen. âGood. Letâs get you out of there.â
As you guided him back through the warehouse, you couldnât help but wonder what had changed in his voice during those last few minutes. Something about the way heâd asked that questionâabout doing this full timeâhad caught you off guard.
But now wasnât the time to dwell on it. You had a job to finish, and Logan needed to get out of there safely.
âAlright, youâre clear,â you said once he reached the exit. âNo oneâs around. Just make sure you donâtââ
âYeah, I know,â Logan interrupted, and you could hear the smirk in his voice again. âDonât get shot. Youâve told me a thousand times, Phantom.â
âThen maybe this time youâll listen,â you shot back, grinning despite yourself.
Logan chuckled, the sound low and rough. âNo promises.â
And with that, the line went quiet, leaving you alone in the soft glow of your computer screen.
---
"Alright, your change is $2.87. Have a good one.â You handed the change and a paper bag to the customer, smiling politely. After brushing your hands on your pastel blue apron, you turned to the next person in line. "How can I helpââ
You paused mid-sentence as you looked up, surprised to see Ricky standing in front of you with a smirk on his face. You let out an exaggerated sigh. âThe regular?â
âAlways.â Ricky leaned against the counter, watching you with that usual casual attitude. âYou know me too well, Phantom.â
You scoffed lightly at the use of your codename in the middle of your bakery. "Could you not call me that here?" You motioned to the line behind him. âIâd prefer not to blow my cover in front of customers.â
Ricky grinned, clearly enjoying himself. âRelax, Iâm just messinâ with you. Your secretâs safe with me.â
You shook your head and started prepping his order, grabbing a coffee and a chocolate croissant, which he always got whenever he visited your bakery. âWhat are you doing here anyway? Donât you have something better to do than bother me at work?â
âMaybe I just missed my favorite hacker-slash-baker,â Ricky teased, crossing his arms as he watched you work. âFigured Iâd stop by and see how youâre holding up.â
You raised an eyebrow, handing him the coffee. âIâm holding up fine. Business as usual.â
âYeah. This place looks better than before. New paint job?â
âActually, no. New tables and chairs.â You replied. Computer programming had always been something you enjoyed and loved, but when you started working for a big tech company, you couldnât help but feel like your talents were going to waste.
You found Ricky, or rather, Ricky found you, and you were recruited into âThe Organizationâ to take down mutant trafficking rings. You still needed money, so you decided to put to use your other skill, baking. You opened a small bakery in New York City and have been running it for close to 2 years now.
Ricky leaned against the counter, eyeing the new setup. âSo this is what you do when youâre not saving the world? Whip up some cupcakes?â
You rolled your eyes as you placed the croissant in a bag. âSomething like that. Gotta pay the bills, right?â
Ricky took the bag from you, giving you a knowing smirk. âYou know, itâs still hard to picture you as a baker. I keep waiting for the day I come in here, and all the pastries are bugged with tiny microphones.â
You snorted. âPlease. Like Iâd waste good croissants on something like that.â
He laughed, then took a sip of his coffee. âYou heard from Logan?â
Your fingers froze for a split second, but you quickly masked it by busying yourself with wiping down the counter. âWhy? Did something happen?â
Ricky raised an eyebrow. âNo, not that I know of. Just thought he mightâve reached out, is all.â
You shrugged, trying to keep your tone casual. âHeâs probably busy. You know how it is.â
âMhm.â Ricky gave you a look that suggested he wasnât buying it. âRight. Busy.â
You shot him a glance. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
He grinned, shaking his head. âNothing, Phantom. Just⌠you two seem to get along pretty well. Thatâs all.â
You felt a warmth creeping up the back of your neck and quickly turned away, focusing on the pastries again. âWe work well together, if thatâs what you mean.â
âSure, sure,â Ricky said, clearly amused. âJust donât let olâ Wolf get too attached. Heâs not exactly the sentimental type.â
You scoffed. âYeah, Iâm not worried about that.â
But even as you said it, you couldnât help but think back to the last mission. The banter, the small moments where Logan seemed to let his guard downâjust a little. It wasnât much, but it was enough to make you wonder.
Ricky stood up straight, crumpling the paper bag in his hand. âAlright, Phantom. Iâll leave you to your cupcakes and secret side missions. Just donât go getting yourself into trouble.â
âMe? Trouble?â you grinned. âNever.â
He chuckled, heading for the door. âCatch you later.â
As soon as he was gone, you let out a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding. Ricky had a way of pushing your buttons just enough to make you think. And now you couldnât stop replaying your recent conversations with Logan in your head. It was strangeâthis⌠thing between you two. He wasnât like anyone youâd worked with before. And yet, it felt natural, like youâd known each other much longer than a few months.
Your phone buzzed in your apron pocket, snapping you out of your thoughts. You pulled it out and glanced at the screen.
Logan: Got some info for you. Whenâs your next shift with me?
You bit your lip, your fingers hovering over the keys for a second before you replied.
You: Whenever you need me. Whatâs the mission?
Logan: Iâll fill you in later. Just be ready.
You: Always am, Wolf.
A short pause, then Loganâs reply came through.
Logan: I know.
You stared at the screen for a moment longer, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest. Shaking your head, you shoved the phone back into your pocket. You had a business to run, after all. There was no time to dwell on this⌠whatever it was between you and Logan.
But as you served the next customer with a practiced smile, you couldnât quite shake the feeling that your next mission with him was going to be different. Maybe it already was.
---
âYou ever been to New York City?â Logan asked.
You briefly stopped your typing on the keyboard, âmaybe. Maybe not. Why?â
Loganâs voice crackled through the earpiece, low and rough as always. âJust curious. Figured you mightâve wandered through at some point, considering how close weâve been workinâ together.â
You raised an eyebrow, glancing at the surveillance feed on your screen. âIs this your version of small talk, Wolf? Because I gotta say, youâre not exactly known for that.â
He chuckled. âNah, just figured it was worth askinâ. You ever get outta that basement of yours?â
You leaned back in your chair, smirking to yourself. âIâm not always in a basement, you know. I have other things going on. Like you, sweetie. You focusing on those wires?â
âSweetie?â Loganâs voice came back with a low growl, amusement lacing his tone. âYou know I donât get distracted easy, darlinâ.â
You smirked at the monitor in front of you, watching as he carefully maneuvered through the narrow corridor of the warehouse. âJust making sure. Wouldnât want to have to bail you out if you trip a wire.â
âFunny,â he muttered. âYouâre soundinâ real confident for someone sittinâ comfy at a keyboard.â
âHey, Iâm not comfy,â you shot back, leaning closer to the screen. âIâm on the edge of my seat watching your back.â
âYeah, yeah,â Logan said, the sound of a door creaking open in the background. âWhat do you see up ahead?â
You focused on the different camera feeds, your fingers flying over the keys to switch between views. âTwo guards in the hallway to your left. Armed. Theyâre just patrolling, so if you wait about ten seconds, you should be able to slip by.â
âCopy that.â His breathing slowed, the sound of footsteps faint as he pressed himself against the wall. âTell me somethinâ, Phantom. What do you do when youâre not playinâ babysitter for me?â
You couldnât help but laugh softly. âWouldnât you like to know?â
Logan grunted softly, the sound of his claws extending briefly as he took a peek around the corner. âYeah, kinda. All I getâs that voice of yoursâstill gotta figure out the face that goes with it.â
You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. âYouâre obsessed, Wolf.â
âNever said I wasnât.â There was a beat of silence as Logan moved silently down the hallway, bypassing the guards with ease. âBut you still didnât answer me.â
You sighed dramatically, switching to another camera feed that showed a large storage room filled with crates. âWhat do you think I do? Sit in a dark room, hacking into firewalls all day?â
Logan snorted. âAinât that what youâre doinâ now?â
âTouchĂŠ.â You shifted slightly, watching him take down a lone guard with a quick, precise movement. âBut no. I do have a life outside of this, you know.â
âLike what?â He sounded genuinely curious now, and you could almost picture the way his brows would be furrowed in concentration. âYou got a family? Friends?â
You paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Family? Not really. Friends? Also a stretch. But you didnât feel like sharing that right now. âIâve got⌠a business to run.â
Logan was quiet for a moment. âA business, huh? Didnât think youâd be the type to deal with customers.â
âWhy not?â you shot back. âIâm very good with people, Iâll have you know.â
âYeah, like the time you almost tore that guy a new one when he questioned your coding?â He chuckled, the sound low and deep in your ear. âReal people person, darlinâ.â
âOkay, that was one time.â You rolled your eyes. âAnd he deserved it. But yeah, Iâm pretty good with peopleâwhen I want to be.â
âUh-huh.â There was a rustling noise, like he was checking through one of the crates. âWhat kinda business?â
You hesitated again. Part of you wanted to keep that piece of your life separate from Logan. But heâd been honest with you about a lot of thingsâhis past, his work, even some of his regrets. It seemed only fair to give a little in return.
â...A bakery,â you finally admitted, almost cringing at how mundane it sounded compared to the world you two operated in.
There was a long pause on the other end. Thenâ
âA bakery?â Logan repeated, his voice thick with disbelief. âLike⌠cupcakes and cookies bakery?â
âYeah, Wolf,â you said dryly, feeling heat creep up your neck. âI bake things. Itâs called having a hobby.â
He made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. âJust tryinâ to picture it, thatâs all. Our resident hacker pullinâ cookies out of the oven.â
âIs that so hard to imagine?â You switched to another feed, tracking his progress through the facility. âI bet youâd like my cookies.â
âYeah?â There was a hint of teasing in his voice now. âYou gonna make some for me sometime?â
You bit your lip, surprised at the sudden flutter in your chest at the thought. âMaybe. If youâre good.â
âDarlinâ, Iâm always good.â
âDebatable,â you shot back quickly, but your smile softened at the edges. âBut Iâll keep that in mind.â
There was another pause, and you could hear Loganâs soft exhale through the comms. âYou really own a bakery?â
âYes, really,â you said, feeling oddly defensive now. âIâm not making it up just to sound cute.â
He chuckled again. âI didnât think that. Just⌠didnât see it cominâ, is all. Got any specialties?â
You blinked at the sudden change in tone, a mix of genuine curiosity and something else you couldnât quite place. âWell, I make a mean chocolate croissant.â
âChocolate croissant, huh?â He sounded like he was mulling it over. âCould go for one right now.â
âFocus, Wolf,â you teased, but there was a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the coffee beside you. âGet through this mission, and maybe Iâll let you try one.â
âIâll hold you to that.â His voice was low, a promise wrapped in that simple statement.
For a moment, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. It was strange how easy it felt, talking like this. Like you werenât two people who only knew each other through voices and screens. Like there was something more.
âAlright, Iâm in position,â Logan murmured, breaking the silence. âWhatâs next?â
You glanced at the feed, spotting the final target. âThereâs a control panel just ahead. Shut it down, and weâll have full access to the data we need.â
âOn it.â There was a soft thud as he moved forward, the sound of his claws retracting. âPhantom?â
âYeah?â
âThanks⌠for keepinâ me company. Makes this kinda work a little less shit.â
Your heart skipped a beat, and you struggled to find your voice for a second. â...Anytime, Wolf.â
And you meant it.
---
After 5 months of The Organization searching, the base of the mutant trafficking ring was finally found. It wasnât just you and Logan, but otherâs out on the field searching, and now things were coming to a head.
Ricky had briefed everyoneâthe field agents and those, like you, behind the computers. Everyone was in position, and tonight, after months of planning, the mutant trafficking ring was finally going to be shut down.
You took a steadying breath, fingers hovering over your keyboard. The screens in front of you were filled with various feeds: security cameras, schematics of the building, comms channels. It was go-time, and as much as you liked to pretend you were calm, there was a knot of tension in your stomach. You knew what was riding on this missionâinnocent lives, and for some reason, your thoughts kept circling back to one person in particular.
âPhantom, you there?â Loganâs voice came through your earpiece, low and steady.
âYeah, Wolf. Right here.â You sat up a little straighter, adjusting the headset. âYou good?â
âNever better.â He sounded almost amused. âHow âbout you? Keepinâ those fingers of yours nimble?â
You rolled your eyes, even though he couldnât see it. âIâm ready to go. All feeds are online, and Iâve got eyes on every entrance. Youâre at the west side of the building, right?â
âYep.â He paused, and you heard the faint shuffle of boots against gravel. âWhatâs your status?â
âLocked and loaded,â you replied, scanning the feeds. âLooks like weâve got a dozen guards outside, plus more scattered throughout the building. The main targetâs in the central office on the second floor. Youâll need to cut through the lower levels to get there.â
âGot it. You got eyes on the others?â
You quickly toggled between the different comms channels, listening in on reports from the other teams. âEveryoneâs in position. Team Alpha is covering the south, Bravoâs moving to secure the exit routes. Youâre clear to start your approach.â
Logan grunted in acknowledgment, and you watched on one of the monitors as he started moving through the shadows, staying low and out of sight.
âBe careful, Wolf,â you murmured, your voice softer than you intended.
âCarefulâs my middle name,â he drawled back, a hint of that signature cockiness coming through. âYou just keep those pretty eyes on the feeds and tell me if someoneâs gonna try and sneak up on me.â
âAlways do,â you shot back, smiling despite the tension in the air.
There was a pause on his end, and then: âWhatâs the fastest way to the office from here?â
You glanced at the buildingâs layout, quickly mapping out a route in your head. âTake the staircase to your right, follow the hallway down two doors, then take a left. You should be able to bypass most of the guards that way. Just⌠watch for the tripwires.â
âRoger that. Stay on me, Phantom.â
âLike Iâm ever not.â You kept your eyes glued to the screen as Logan moved through the facility with practiced ease. Despite the tension thrumming through your veins, there was a strange calmness in listening to his breathing over the comms, knowing you were right there with him, even if it was only in a digital sense.
âHowâs it look up ahead?â he asked after a few moments of silence.
âTwo guards at the end of the hall,â you reported, zooming in on one of the feeds. âTheyâre armed, but theyâre not paying attention. You should be able to take them out quietly.â
Logan didnât respond, but you saw him slip into the corridor, moving like a shadow. A few seconds later, both guards were down, and he was back on the line. âClear.â
âNice work, Wolf.â You leaned forward, fingers flying over the keyboard to hack into the security system. âIâm disabling the cameras on the next floor. You should have a clear path to the office, but Iâm picking up some chatterâlooks like theyâre getting suspicious.â
âLet âem get suspicious.â There was a low, dangerous edge to his voice now. âIâm ready.â
You couldnât help but grin a little. âThat makes one of us.â
âCâmon, Phantom, you know you love this shit,â he teased, but there was a warmth in his tone that made your heart skip a beat. âAll that adrenaline. Gets the blood pumpinâ, doesnât it?â
You bit your lip, shaking your head even though he couldnât see you. âIâm not the one out there risking my neck. Thatâs your job.â
âYeah, well⌠youâre doinâ a hell of a job keepinâ me from getting my ass shot off.â There was a pause, and then he added, almost softly, âDonât know what Iâd do without you, darlinâ.â
You blinked at the screen, momentarily caught off guard by his words. â...Just stay focused, Wolf. Iâm not pulling your ass out of this if you get cocky.â
âDonât worry âbout me, sweetheart. Iâm good.â His voice turned serious again as he approached the central office. âIâm at the door. How many inside?â
You quickly cycled through the cameras, counting the figures inside. âThree guards. One unarmed. Thatâs the target. If you move quick, you should be able to neutralize them before they call for backup.â
âGot it.â Loganâs voice was low, almost a growl. You watched as he shifted his weight, preparing to make his move. It was always a little nerve-wracking, watching him go in like this, but you trusted him. He knew what he was doing.
Your fingers danced over the keyboard, disabling the cameras in the immediate area. âIâm taking out the cameras around the office. Youâre clear for entry. Make it fast, Wolf.â
âDonât worry. Iâm on it.â He paused for a beat. âHowâs the rest of the team doinâ?â
You glanced at the other feeds, tracking the movements of the different teams scattered throughout the building. âTeam Alpha just took out the last of the perimeter guards. Bravoâs securing the exitsâno oneâs getting in or out without us knowing.â
âGood. Letâs end this.â There was a soft click as Logan pushed the door open, slipping inside the office with deadly precision.
The guards barely had time to react. You watched in awe as he took them down with a combination of swift strikes and quick, lethal movements. He was a blur of action, and within seconds, the only people left standing were Logan and the targetâan older man who looked like heâd just seen a ghost.
âPlease, donâtââ the man stammered, holding up his hands in a pathetic attempt at self-defense.
âShut up,â Logan growled, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall. âYouâre gonna answer a few questions for me.â
You leaned closer to the screen, keeping an eye on the other guards roaming the hallways. âCareful, Wolf. We donât know if heâs got any backup on standby.â
âYeah, I got it.â He gave the man a rough shake. âWhoâs runninâ this operation? Whereâs the rest of the mutants youâve been trafficking?â
The man sputtered, his face pale. âIâI donât know! I just handle the logisticsâtransport, securityââ
âBullshit.â Loganâs claws extended with a sharp snikt, and you could hear the manâs terrified gasp even through the comms. âTry again, bub. And donât lie to me.â
You zoomed in on the screen, checking for any signs of incoming guards. âLogan, Iâm picking up movement on the lower levels. Itâs not one of oursâlooks like reinforcements. You need to hurry.â
âCopy that.â He leaned in closer to the man, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. âLast chance. Where are the mutants?â
âStorage roomâbasement levelâcage twelve!â The man practically screamed the words, his eyes wide with fear. âPlease, I swear, thatâs all I know!â
âStorage room, basement level, cage twelve,â you repeated quickly, already pulling up the layout of the basement. âIâm sending the coordinates to Team Bravo now.â
âGood.â Logan released the man, who slumped to the floor, trembling. He stepped back, claws retracting. âNow sit tight. Youâre gonna have some company soon.â
The man whimpered but didnât move as Logan turned and made his way out of the office. You switched your focus back to the basement, watching as Team Bravo moved in to secure the mutants.
âTheyâre in position,â you reported, keeping your voice calm. âLooks like⌠ten, no, twelve mutants total. All of them are alive.â
âAlive, huh?â Loganâs voice softened just a fraction. âThatâs somethinâ, at least.â
âYeah.â You couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips. After months of hunting down leads, false starts, and dead ends, it was finally coming together. âWe did it, Wolf.â
âNot yet, we havenât.â His tone turned serious again. âWe still gotta get âem outta here. You got a path?â
âWorking on it.â Your fingers flew over the keyboard, pulling up the buildingâs blueprints. âOkay, thereâs an access tunnel two levels down from where you are. It leads straight to an underground parking garage. If you can get them there, weâll have transport waiting.â
âGot it. Iâll head down now.â He paused for a moment, then added quietly, âGood work, Phantom.â
You felt a warmth spread through you at the unexpected praise. âSame to you, Wolf. Just⌠stay safe, okay?â
There was a soft chuckle on the other end. âDonât you worry âbout me, darlinâ. You just keep doinâ what you do best.â
You stayed on the line, guiding him through the lower levels as he made his way to the basement. The rest of the mission went off like clockworkâTeam Bravo secured the mutants, Team Alpha kept the perimeter locked down, and Logan made sure no one got in their way.
By the time it was all over, the mutants were safe, the ring was shut down, and the remaining traffickers were either captured or taken out. It was a resounding success, and yet, as you watched Logan emerge from the building, something inside you felt⌠off.
âLogan?â you called out softly, your voice hesitant. âYou good?â
âYeah. Just tired.â He sounded a little rough around the edges, but that was to be expected after a mission like this. âWhat about you? You doinâ okay?â
You let out a soft breath, leaning back in your chair. âYeah, Iâm good. Just⌠glad itâs over, I guess.â
âYeah.â There was a pause, and then he added, âYou did good tonight, Phantom. Real good.â
âThanks, Wolf.â You smiled, even though he couldnât see it. âCouldnât have done it without you.â
He grunted softly, the sound almost affectionate. âBet you say that to all the guys you babysit.â
âOnly the ones I like,â you teased, feeling a little bolder now that the mission was over. âBut seriously⌠thanks for trusting me out there. I know itâs not easy.â
âTrust ainât somethinâ I give lightly,â he murmured, his voice low and sincere. âBut you earned it. Over and over.â
You didnât know what to say to that, so you settled for a soft, â...Iâm glad.â
There was another beat of silence, and then Loganâs voice came back, a little lighter. âSo, when am I gettinâ that chocolate croissant?â
You laughed softly, shaking your head. âGuess youâll just have to swing by my bakery sometime, huh?â
âMaybe I will.â He sounded thoughtful, like he was considering it for the first time. âSoon as I figure out where the hell it is.â
âGood luck with that,â you teased, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves. âBut if you do find it⌠first croissantâs on me.â
âIâll hold you to that, darlinâ.â There was a warm, teasing lilt to his voice now. âTake care, Phantom.â
âYou too, Wolf.â
And with that, the line went quiet. You stared at the screen for a moment longer, a smile tugging at your lips. It wasnât much, but it felt like a stepâtoward something new, something real.
Maybe one day, youâd get to see the look on Loganâs face when he finally tasted one of your croissants.
But for now, this was enough.
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It had been a few weeks since the mutant trafficking ring was taken down, and since then, things from The Organization had been quiet. You were sure that soon, something would happen, and youâd have a new mission or cause to fight for, but for now, life was⌠normal. Or, as normal as things could get for you.
During the day, you focused on your bakery. The smell of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries filled the small space, the steady hum of business keeping you busy. You didnât have to think about The Organization or anything outside of kneading dough and serving customers. It was a welcome change of pace, a grounding routine that gave you some much-needed breathing room.
But at night, when the bakery was closed and the streets outside your shop went quiet, your mind wandered back to Loganâand those long conversations over the comms. The teasing back and forth. The gruff but genuine praise. The way heâd been so protective of you, even when you were just a voice in his ear.
You leaned against the counter, wiping your hands on your apron as you glanced around your empty shop. The bell above the door jingled, and you glanced up, expecting to see one of your regulars whoâd forgotten to grab something before closing.
But it wasnât one of your regulars.
It was him.
Logan.
He stood in the doorway, his broad frame almost filling it completely. A beat of silence passed as you stared at each other, and then he stepped inside, his boots making a soft thud against the wooden floor.
âHey, darlinâ.â His voice was the same deep, rough tone you remembered, and yet hearing it in person made your heart skip a beat. He glanced around the bakery, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. âFigured Iâd finally swing by and see if your croissants live up to the hype.â
For a moment, you couldnât speak. He was here. Here. In your bakery, standing in front of you like it was the most normal thing in the world.
âLogan?â You blinked, trying to wrap your mind around it. âHowâhow did you find me?â
He shrugged like it was nothing, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. âDid a little digginâ. Asked around. Turns out youâre not as good at hiding as you think.â
You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, a mix of surprise and⌠something else. âAnd you justâdecided to show up out of nowhere?â
âThought you could use some company,â he replied easily, but there was a seriousness in his gaze that told you this wasnât just a casual visit. âBeen too quiet lately. I donât do quiet well.â
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. âI canât believe youâre actually here.â
âNeither can I,â he murmured, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before he glanced at the display case filled with pastries. âBut since I am⌠you gonna give me that croissant, or what?â
The corner of your mouth lifted, and you reached behind the counter, pulling out a fresh chocolate croissant. You placed it on a small plate, sliding it across to him. âFirst oneâs on the house, remember?â
Logan took the plate, his fingers brushing against yours for the briefest of moments. A spark shot through you, but you quickly pulled your hand back, pretending like it hadnât happened.
He lifted the croissant, inspecting it with a critical eye before taking a bite. You watched, holding your breath as he chewed thoughtfully. Then, he swallowed and nodded.
âNot bad, Phantom. Not bad at all.â
You let out a breath you hadnât realized youâd been holding, a smile breaking out on your face. âJust ânot bad?â I think Iâm a little insulted.â
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down your spine. âOkay, fine. Itâs good. Real good.â He took another bite, his gaze softening as he looked at you. âYouâre full of surprises, arenât ya?â
âI could say the same about you.â You leaned against the counter, studying him. In the soft light of the bakery, he looked a little more relaxed, less guarded. There was still that roughness to him, but there was something else, tooâa quiet sort of contentment. âSo, whatâs the real reason youâre here, Logan?â
He raised an eyebrow, finishing off the croissant before setting the plate down. âWhat, a guy canât visit his favorite hacker?â
âNice try.â You gave him a look, crossing your arms. âBut I know you better than that.â
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âMaybe I just wanted to see for myself that youâre okay. That this place is real. That youâre⌠real.â
You felt something tighten in your chest, your gaze softening. âIâm real, Logan. You know that.â
âYeah.â He looked around again, as if trying to memorize every detail of your little shop. âBut itâs different, seeinâ it with my own eyes.â
There was a weight to his words, a sincerity that made your heart ache a little. Youâd spent so many nights talking to him, listening to his voice, getting to know him in a way that felt almost⌠intimate. And now he was here, standing in front of you, and it felt like a dream.
âDo youââ You hesitated, biting your lip. âDo you want to stay for a bit? Iâve got coffee. Or tea, if thatâs more your style.â
Loganâs lips twitched into a small smile. âCoffee sounds good.â
You turned to make a fresh pot, your hands moving on autopilot as your mind raced. What did this mean? Why now? Youâd thought maybe, someday, youâd meet Logan in person, but you hadnât expected it to be like thisâso sudden, so⌠normal.
âSo,â Logan drawled, leaning against the counter as he watched you, âwhatâs next for you? Gonna hang up your hacker hat and just focus on bakinâ?â
You glanced over your shoulder, giving him a wry smile. âYou think I could actually stay out of trouble for long?â
He huffed a quiet laugh. âNah. Donât think youâre cut out for the quiet life, darlinâ.â
âGuess we have that in common, huh?â You poured the coffee, sliding a mug over to him. âBut for now⌠Iâm taking a little break. I think Iâve earned it.â
âYeah, you have.â He took the mug, his fingers brushing against yours again. This time, neither of you pulled away. âSo⌠whatâs the plan now? Just you and the bakery?â
âFor now.â You shrugged, looking around the shop. âItâs nice. Calming, even. Keeps me grounded.â
Logan studied you for a long moment, his gaze intent. âYou know, I never pictured you like this. With flour on your apron andâwhatâs that?â He reached out, brushing his thumb lightly against your cheek. âFrostinâ on your face?â
You froze at the contact, your breath catching in your throat. His touch was surprisingly gentle, the roughness of his thumb contrasting with the softness of your skin. You stared at him, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy of the moment.
âIâuhââ You cleared your throat, feeling your face heat up. âOccupational hazard, I guess.â
âHmm.â His thumb lingered for a heartbeat longer, then he pulled back, his expression softening. âGuess it suits you.â
You swallowed, trying to steady your racing heart. âWhat about you? Whatâs next for the great Wolverine? Gonna go back to the X-Men?â
Logan chuckled, leaning back slightly as he sipped his coffee. âWho said I ever left? Maybe I was doinâ this as my side job.â
You raised an eyebrow, giving him a playful look. âOh, so the big bad Wolverine has a side hustle now? Should I be worried youâre going to start making croissants too?â
He smirked. âNah, Iâll leave the bakinâ to you. But maybe Iâll stick around, see how things go.â His eyes held yours, that familiar teasing edge mixed with something elseâa quiet intensity.
âStick around?â you asked, not entirely sure where he was going with this. âIn New York? Thought you werenât a fan of big cities.â
Logan shrugged, his gaze flicking around your cozy bakery again. âIt grows on ya. Plus, I got reasons to hang around now.â
The way he said it, so casual but pointed, made your heart skip a beat. âReasons, huh?â
He leaned forward, setting his mug down on the counter. âYeah, Phantom. You think I spent all those nights listeninâ to you talk, gettinâ to know you, just to go back to business as usual?â
You blinked, caught off guard by the directness of his words. You tried to bring things back to normal, to calm your racing heart, but perhaps you only made it worse with his response. âY- you donât have to call me that, you know? Or- anymore, at least.â
Loganâs eyes locked onto yours, a spark of curiosity flickering in his gaze. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the counter. âOh yeah? So, what should I call ya?â
You hesitated, feeling the weight of his question. It was such a simple thingâyour real name. Something youâd kept hidden, not out of fear, but because keeping a wall between your real life and Phantom had made things⌠easier. Safer, even. But you felt safe with him standing in front of you, even if it was the first time meeting face to face.
âY/N.â You finally said, quietly with a small smile.
Loganâs eyes softened, something shifting in his expression as he repeated your nameâalmost testing it out. âY/N, huh? Suits you.â
You shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the warmth spreading through your chest. âFigured it was time to be on a first-name basis, Wolf.â
His lips twitched into a smirk at the nickname. âWolf,â he repeated, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation. âYouâve been callinâ me that for months. Thought youâd drop it once I was standinâ right in front of ya.â
âWhy would I do that?â you shot back, your smile growing a little more confident. âIt suits you, Wolf.â
Logan chuckled, shaking his head. âFair enough.â He leaned back, his gaze never leaving yours. âGuess Iâll stick with âPhantomâ for old timesâ sake.â
ââY/Nâ is fine,â you said softly. âI think weâre past codenames.â
He nodded slowly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âY/N, then.â The way he said itâslow and deliberateâmade your heart flutter. There was something so personal about it, so⌠intimate. Youâd spent so long hiding behind âPhantomâ that hearing your real name in his voice felt almost surreal.
You glanced down at the counter, clearing your throat to break the tension. âSo,â you said slowly, a hint of mischief creeping into your tone, ânow that youâve tried my croissants, whatâs next on the list? Gonna critique my muffins too?â
Loganâs smirk widened, his eyes glinting. âOh, Iâm definitely stickinâ around long enough to try everything on that menu, darlinâ. Gotta make sure itâs all up to snuff.â
âUh-huh. Just donât expect me to bake for you every day,â you teased, but there was a warmth in your voice that you couldnât quite hide.
âI dunno,â he drawled, leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. âKinda like the idea of you makinâ me breakfast.â
Your heart skipped a beat, your breath catching in your throat. You chuckled back at him, putting the towel in your hand over your shoulder, âyeah? Bet you say that to all the women you meet.â
Loganâs smirk grew, the corner of his mouth lifting in that way youâd come to recognize as trouble. âYou think I go around findinâ bakeries just to get breakfast from pretty hackers?â
âPretty hackers?â you teased, raising an eyebrow. âDidnât know I was your type, Wolf.â
He shrugged, leaning back in his chair with an easy confidence. âYouâre my type if you keep makinâ croissants like that.â
You laughed softly, shaking your head. âNice recovery.â
There was a beat of silence, and Loganâs smirk softened, replaced by a more thoughtful look. His eyes swept around the shop again, taking in the cozy space as if trying to understand something deeper about itâabout you.
âThis place,â he said quietly, breaking the silence. âItâs yours, huh?â
âYeah,â you replied, a touch of pride in your voice. âBought it a couple of years ago. Did most of the renovations myself. Not the hacking kind, though.â
Logan nodded, his gaze lingering on the shelves lined with baked goods and the flour-dusted counter. âFigured youâd be in some high-tech lab or somethinâ. Not⌠this.â
You smiled, glancing around your bakery. âWhat? Donât think I can bake and hack at the same time?â
âNah, itâs not that.â He paused, his brow furrowing slightly as if he were searching for the right words. âGuess I just never thought about what your life looked like when you werenât on a mission.â
âWell,â you said softly, meeting his eyes. âThis is it. Flour, sugar, and a whole lot of early mornings.â
Logan tilted his head, studying you like he was seeing a whole new side of you. âIt suits ya.â
You shrugged, feeling a bit exposed under his gaze. âItâs not as exciting as fighting bad guys, but⌠itâs mine.â
âDoesnât have to be exciting all the time,â he murmured. His voice was quieter now, more serious, and it made you pause. âSometimes⌠itâs the quiet stuff that matters.â
You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, your heart doing that annoying fluttering thing it did whenever he got unexpectedly sincere. âYeah, well, quiet doesnât seem to be your style, Logan.â
He chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. âYeah, guess not. But maybe Iâm workinâ on that.â
You gave him a playful smirk. âYou? Working on âquietâ? Iâll believe it when I see it.â
He leaned forward, his arms resting on the counter as he looked at you, a glint of amusement in his eyes. âMaybe youâll see it sooner than you think.â
Your teasing smile faltered slightly, your heartbeat picking up again. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Logan held your gaze for a long moment, something unspoken hanging in the air between you. âMeans Iâm stickinâ around, Y/N. If youâre okay with that.â
Your breath caught at the way he said your nameâyour real name, not Phantom. There was a weight to it, like he wasnât just talking about the bakery or the city. He was talking about you.
âLogan,â you started, your voice a little shaky as you tried to keep it light, âare you saying you want to be a regular customer?â
He smirked, but the seriousness in his eyes didnât fade. âSomethinâ like that. Thought maybe Iâd get to know the person behind the croissants⌠and the computer screens.â
Your heart raced, and you couldnât help but smile, even though you felt a little breathless. âWell, considering you just showed up without a warning, Iâd say youâre off to a good start.â
Loganâs smirk widened. âAlways liked makinâ an entrance.â
âYeah, well,â you said, shaking your head, ânext time, maybe give a girl a little heads-up.â
âWhereâs the fun in that?â he teased, though his voice had softened.
You didnât have a snappy comeback for that, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The bakery felt smaller, quieter, like the world outside had paused, leaving just the two of you in this little bubble. Youâd known him for months, heard his voice in your ear during some of the craziest situations, but thisâstanding here in the same room, with him right thereâfelt different. Real.
âSo,â you said after a beat, your voice a little quieter now, âwhatâs the plan? You just gonna hang out in New York for a while? OrâŚ?â
Logan shrugged, but there was something thoughtful in his expression. âDunno. Figure Iâll stick around, see how things play out. Been on the move too long. Might be time to slow down a bit.â
âSlow down?â you echoed, raising an eyebrow. âYou?â
He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. âYeah, I know. Doesnât sound like me, does it?â
You smiled, leaning against the counter. âWell, if youâre serious about sticking around, youâd better be ready for a lot of early mornings.â
Loganâs gaze flicked to the flour on your apron and the slight mess on the counter. âEarly mornings, huh? Guess I can handle that. Long as thereâs coffee.â
You laughed softly, feeling that familiar warmth in your chest again. âI think I can manage that.â
There was another pause, but this time, it wasnât uncomfortable. It was the kind of quiet that felt⌠nice. Like neither of you were in a rush to fill the space with words.
Finally, Logan straightened up, glancing toward the door. âGuess Iâll let ya get back to it. Donât wanna keep you too long.â
You felt a flicker of disappointment, but you quickly pushed it down, giving him a smile instead. âYouâre always welcome, you know. Next time, Iâll save you a muffin.â
Loganâs smirk returned, a glint of mischief in his eyes. âIâll hold you to that, darlinâ.â
He took a step toward the door, but then he paused, glancing back at you. âY/N?â
âYeah?â you asked, your heart skipping a beat at the way he said your name again.
âDonât be a stranger,â he said softly, his gaze holding yours for just a moment longer before he turned and walked out the door, the bell above it jingling softly in his wake.
You stood there for a long moment, staring at the door long after he was gone, your heart still racing.
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Loganâs unexpected visit left you in a whirlwind. For the next few days, it was hard to focus on the usual routines of the bakery. Each time the bell over the door chimed, your heart leapt a little, thinking maybe, just maybe, itâd be him again. But Logan didnât show, and you tried to remind yourself not to overthink it. He was just⌠being Logan. Coming and going as he pleased, without a word or explanation.
But then, one evening, just as you were flipping the Open sign to Closed, you noticed something slipped under the doorâa folded piece of paper with your name scrawled across it in a familiar, rugged handwriting.
You picked it up, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and opened it.
Got a place in mind. Be ready at 7. âW
No address. No other details. Just a time and a cryptic note.
You found yourself smiling despite your confusion. Of course, heâd pull something like this. He couldnât just ask you to dinner like a normal personâhe had to be all mysterious about it. But then again, it was part of his charm.
The day passed in a blur. By the time you were getting ready, nerves had settled in. What exactly did Logan mean by âgot a place in mindâ? Was this a date? Just⌠friends hanging out?
You pushed the thoughts away and focused on getting dressed. Something casual, but not too casual. Comfortable, but still showing youâd put in some effort. You settled on a pair of well-fitting jeans and a soft sweater that was flattering but not over-the-top.
Right at 7, there was a soft knock on your door. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and opened it.
Logan stood there, looking the same as always and yet⌠different. Maybe it was the way heâd traded his usual jacket for a dark button-down, or the fact that he looked a bit unsure himself, his gaze flicking over you in silent appraisal before settling on your eyes.
âYou look good,â he said, his voice gruff, but there was an honesty in his tone that made your cheeks warm.
âNot bad yourself, Wolf,â you replied, earning a small, almost shy smile from him.
âReady?â he asked, holding out his hand.
âReady,â you confirmed, and you stepped outside, locking the door behind you.
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Logan had borrowed a bikeâone of those big, heavy motorcycles that roared to life when he turned the ignition. He tossed you a helmet, then helped you onto the back. Your hands found their way around his waist, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just thatâyour arms around him, the rumble of the engine beneath you, and the feel of his solid form against you.
âHold on tight, darlinâ,â he murmured, his voice low and rough in a way that made you shiver.
The ride through the city was exhilarating, the cool night air whipping past you as Logan navigated the streets with ease. You had no idea where he was taking you, but you trusted him. Youâd always trusted him.
Finally, he pulled up to a secluded spot along the East River, away from the usual tourist traps and bustling crowds. You could see the lights of the city skyline reflected in the water, the soft sounds of the river lapping at the shore creating a serene backdrop. There was a small wooden table set up nearby, with a blanket laid out and a picnic basket resting on top of it.
You blinked in surprise, glancing between the setup and Logan. âDid⌠did you do this?â
Logan rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically sheepish. âYeah, well. Figured weâve had enough high-stakes meetinâs. Thought you deserved somethinâ different.â
Your heart melted a little at that. Heâd gone through the trouble of planning something just for youâa quiet evening, just the two of you, away from the chaos of missions and comms.
âItâs perfect,â you said softly, meeting his eyes.
He gave a small nod, visibly relieved by your reaction. âGood. Now câmon, letâs eat before it gets too cold.â
The two of you settled down at the table, and you couldnât help but smile as Logan unpacked the basket. It was mostly simple stuffâsandwiches, fruit, a bottle of wineâbut there was an almost endearing quality to it, like heâd put in effort but hadnât tried to overdo it.
âDidnât know what you liked, so I kinda⌠winged it,â he admitted, glancing at you almost nervously.
âItâs perfect,â you repeated, smiling at him. âAnd honestly? Iâm just happy youâre here.â
Loganâs gaze softened, his eyes lingering on you in that way that made your stomach flip. âYeah. Me too.â
The conversation flowed easily after that. You talked about everything and nothingâthe bakery, old missions, even random bits about your lives that had never come up before. He was surprisingly open, and you found yourself sharing more than you usually would, the relaxed atmosphere making it easy to let your guard down.
As the evening went on, you found yourself inching closer to him. At some point, the two of you ended up side by side on the blanket, the picnic basket forgotten as you stared out at the lights reflecting on the water.
There was a comfortable silence, the kind that didnât need to be filled. You glanced over at Logan, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest. He was looking at you with an expression that was hard to readâsoft, almost contemplative.
âWhat?â you asked softly, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze.
âJust thinkinâ,â he murmured, his voice low and rumbling. âYouâre even prettier in person, you know that?â
You felt your face heat up, and you looked away, letting out a soft laugh. âLoganââ
âI mean it,â he interrupted gently, reaching out to brush your cheek. His touch was light, tentative, like he wasnât quite sure if it was okay. âBeen drivinâ myself crazy, wonderinâ what youâd look like. But seeinâ you now⌠Hell, Y/N, I donât think I did you justice.â
Your breath caught at the way he said your name, his gaze intense and unwavering. There was something raw and honest in his expression, like he was laying himself bare in a way you hadnât expected.
âLoganâŚâ you whispered, the words dying on your lips as he leaned in, his face inches from yours.
âI shouldnât be doinâ this,â he murmured, his voice low and almost regretful. But he didnât move away. If anything, he shifted closer, his breath brushing against your skin. âBut Iâve been wantinâ to since the moment I heard your voice.â
Your heart was pounding, every nerve in your body alive with anticipation. âThen donât stop,â you whispered, your own voice trembling.
Loganâs gaze flicked down to your lips, and for a heartbeat, everything seemed to freeze. Then, slowlyâlike he was giving you every chance to pull awayâhe closed the distance, his lips brushing against yours in the softest, most tentative of kisses.
It was gentle at first, like he was testing the waters, but when you didnât pull backâwhen you leaned in, your fingers tangling in the front of his shirtâsomething seemed to break. He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin.
The kiss was everything you hadnât known youâd been waiting forâslow and sweet, but with an underlying intensity that left you breathless. You melted into him, the world around you fading away until there was nothing left but the feel of his lips on yours and the warmth of his hand against your cheek.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, you were both breathing hard, your hearts racing in sync.
âDamn, darlinâ,â he murmured, his voice rough and low. âDidnât think itâd feel like that.â
You laughed softly, your own voice a little shaky. âYeah. Me neither.â
Logan smiledâa real, genuine smile that made your heart ache. âThink we should do it again?â
You grinned up at him, feeling lighter than you had in ages. âYeah, Wolf. I think we should.â
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PLEASE, LOVE ME. PT2
simon riley / reader
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tags: childhood friends, friends2lovers, virgin!reader, soft!simon, protective!simon, afab!reader, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, MDNI
cw: reader is over 20, pining, masturbation (reader), loss of virginity, explicit workplace sexual harassment/assault, so much crying, one-sided love, not-really-unrequited love, vomiting, panic attacks, depression, crying, sex related shame, PTSD (reader), codependency but cute, self-deprecating thoughts, slut shaming, wet dream, dry humping, simon fucks up tho, reference to suicide & suicidal ideation, really nasty argument, reader hits simon sorry, apologizes tho!!!, reader struggles to orgasm, drinking, fooling around while drunk (no sex), breast play, fingering, orgasm denial, simon's a tease, p-in-v, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, creampie, mating press, missionary, simon's dirty mouth, dirty talk, wet&messy, big cock, uncut simon bc i said so, reassurance & encouragement, some pain upon penetration, clit spanking, post-coital crying!!!!!!, aftercare, briefly edited so apologies for any lingering mistakes
note: this is part two and contains the gratuitous smut portion ur all looking forward to <3
you've loved him since you were children. after a confession when you were 14 went rejected, you vowed to never let your feelings be known again. but after an incident that left you hurt and fragile, you find it hard to keep that promise.
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Things seem to get much better between you. Your anger and resentment towards Simon diminishes significantly and you can finally say you feel comfortable around him again. You wouldnât say youâve forgotten everything that happened, you fear that the entire ordeal has left its scar on you.Â
But you finally feel ready to truly begin to work on yourself and get to a better place mentally.Â
Youâre humming to yourself as you dust the surfaces in your living room, cringing in disgust when you see how dusty a particular shelf was.Â
Just as you go to give it another swipe, your front door opens and Simon stumbles in, huffing from effort as he carries two armfuls of groceries.Â
âSimon!â you cry out, watching with wide eyes from the stepstool you stood on as he ungracefully dropped them on the floor, âWhy did you bring them all up here like that?â
âDidnât wanna make another trip,â he explained lamely, flexing his hands as he looked over all the bags.
âOkay, I guess,â you chuckle softly.Â
Simon finally looks up at you, âWhat are you doing?â
âCleaning,â you shrug, waving the duster at him, âI havenât felt like doing it until now so might as well get it done when I feel like it!â
Heâs quiet for a moment before he steps over the bags of groceries.His boots thunk heavily on the floor as he approaches you. Suddenly, he wraps an arm around your middle. You squeak in surprise when he very carefully and gently pulls you off of the stool and places you back onto your feet.Â
Then he walks away like nothing happened, snatching up a couple groceries up from the floor to take to the kitchen.Â
You decide not to comment on his behavior and simply choose to grab a couple of bags and help him out. When you get inside the kitchen, heâs already stuffing things into the refrigerator. You place the bags down and go back to pick some more up, transferring all the bags of groceries near him so he can easily put them away.Â
You notice one of the bags has some piping, lightbulbs, wires, and other things you canât identify.Â
âWhatâs all this?â you ask, holding the bag out to him when he turns to look.
He grunts, closing the fridge, âGonna fix some shit around here.â
âWhy?â you ask, scrunching your nose up as you place the bag on the counter.
âShithole needs it,â he mumbles, moving to start opening the cabinets, âSince you refuse to let me move you out of this place, Iâm gonna make sure it at least functions.â
You hum and nod your head. Simon had attempted to convince you to move out and into an apartment of his own choosing but you flat out refused. He was already paying the rent on this place, you werenât going to let him spend more money for a different place â because you know Simon would choose somewhere that would cost a lot more than your current flat.Â
But you couldnât deny, the idea of Simon doing a little manual labor around the apartment made your heart flutter in your chest. The way he took care of you and was willing to get his hands dirty just to make sure you were comfortable. The little domestic tasks you could imagine him doing.Â
It almost felt like something a husband would do.Â
You felt your cheeks flush immediately at the train of thought. How embarrassing and juvenile to think something like that
âI can cook dinner!â you mumble after clearing your throat.Â
Simon actually has the audacity to laugh. You frown as he shakes his head, closing the cabinet before turning to you.Â
âAbsolutely not,â he says.
Your jaw drops, âWhy?!â
âBecause,â he steps closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before breezing past you, âYouâre a terrible cook, love.â
You open your mouth to retort but can only huff. Because heâs right. The last time you tried to make dinner for the two of you, you had confused cayenne with cinnamon and made the most diabolical stew known to man. He vowed to never let you cook anything that required more than boiling water since.Â
You pout your way back to the living room, mumbling a petulant, âFineâŚâ as you went.
You didnât catch the broad grin on Simonâs face as he watched you sulk away. He was just happy to see your vibrance returning before his very eyes.
True to his word, however, he began to do some random odd jobs around the apartment. He changed that damn leaky faucet in the kitchen first. He would never admit it but it was beginning to drive him completely mad. He swore he could hear it dripping into the metal sink basin in his dreams.
Then he fixed the piping in the bathroom so they would stop all that god-awful clanking that practically woke up the entire complex. But after that, he figured he might as well fix the piping under the sinks as well.
Thatâs when you saw him. On his back, big body sprawled out as he worked underneath the cabinet, wrench in hand and soft grunts of effort coming from him. His t-shirt rose up just a bit, exposing a small stretch of tummy and his happy trail. Every once in a while, you could see his muscles flex and it made your mouth go completely dry.Â
You felt like a Victorian man seeing his first ankle on a woman. Ridiculous.Â
Sure, youâd seen Simon shirtless countless times â hell, you walked in on him completely naked once or twice. But there was something particularlyâŚdelicious about him like this. Unaware, casual, just doing work.Â
It made a swell of heat settle in your abdomen. You squeezed your thighs together as you watched him. His biceps flexed and bulged, making the sleeve of his t-shirt grow taut around his skin. His muscles moved underneath the tattoos inked into his skin.Â
You dragged your eyes down his body, past his pecs, past the sliver of tummy. You imagined yourself crawling between those thick thighs and unbuckling his belt, tugging at the button of his jeans. You imagined getting to see his cock chub up inside his boxers before you would pull it out and wrap your lips around the leaking tip.Â
Salty, you imagine. Youâve always heard that menâs cum and pre-cum would be salty. Would Simonâs taste as bad as some of your friends had told you back in highschool? You hoped not. You couldnât imagine not enjoying every part of him â even his cum.
You wanted him to shoot in your mouth, let you taste it. You wanted to milk it out of him, give him no choice but to cum down your throat.
âAre you just going to stand there or do you need something?â his voice startled you out of your thoughts.
Wide eyed, you looked to meet his gaze but you found he wasnât even looking at you, still staring at the piped overhead.
âUm,â you cleared your throat, floundering for an excuse as to why you were ogling him like a piece of meat, âI didnât want to interrupt you. I-I was just wanting to make sure the shower was okay to use?â
He grunts, letting out a soft sigh before pushing himself out from under the sink, closing the cabinet before wiping his brow with the back of his hand, âYeah, go ahead and shower, love.â
You give him a tight-lipped smile, casting one last glance to see that his t-shirt had fallen back into place. Disappointing.Â
You trudge out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. Softly, you close the door and turn on the shower. The pipes donât clang when the water shoots through them. It brings a smile to your face.
Once youâre stripped and standing under the warm spray, you let your hands wander your body. First, you cup your breasts, watching your nipples harden under your own touch before you slide one hand between your thighs. Thereâs a slickness between your folds that's distinctly different from the water, itâs slippery and sticky. But it makes your touch against your clit easy.Â
You bite your lips to keep quiet, scared to death that Simon could hear you from under the sound of the water. You make quick, tight little circles against your clit. The bud is hard and twitches under your fingers. It makes the breath stutter out of your chest.Â
You need more room, you realize, hiking your foot up onto a shelf. It spreads you open just a little more, gives you a little more access for your fingers to play. You sigh, head tipping forward to watch as you circle your own clit.Â
But the more you touch yourself, the faster that tingling, warm sensation dissipates. You huff through your clenched teeth, frustrated.Â
Usually, you could at least feel the beginning of that peak forming but this timeâŚnot even close. So you shamefully close your legs and go about your shower as if nothing happened, taking care to wash the slick from between your thighs especially.
As you lay in bed that night, Simon breathing deeply beside you as he slept, you were lost in thought.Â
Surely, you were in the wrong for thinking about Simon like that â for getting wet at the sight of him. And then sleeping soundly next to him as if you werenât some kind of pervert. Maybe you should just confess and apologize to him.Â
No. You quickly admonish that thought, glancing over at his prone form. You couldnât bear to see him be disgusted by you. Heâd already rejected you years ago, finalized it and put the nail in the coffin so you would never be dumb enough to do it again.Â
What would he do if he found out about yourâŚattraction to him? He practically lived with you now, after everything happened. He was in your flat more than he was on base now. It was only a matter of time before he caught you with your hands dancing in your pants.Â
Your cheeks flushed at the idea. Part of you thought it hot â for him to find you needy like that, desperately playing with your clit as you try to make yourself cum.Â
But on the other hand, you could see the wrinkle of disgust in his brow and sneer on his face as he walked away. That outcome was not worth it, you decided.Â
With a sigh, you rolled over so your back faced Simon and closed your eyes for the night.Â
You both should have known better that the fragile peacefulness between the two of you was just that â fragile, balancing on a delicate precipice that could shatter at any moment.Â
The ring of his phone was the break.Â
âAnswer that for me, love!â he called from the kitchen where he was busy preparing dinner.Â
You leaned forward to check the number. It wasnât in his contacts but Simon never got calls from people unless he knew them. So you slowly slid the button over and accepted the call.Â
âHello?â you mumbled into the phone.
There was a beat of silence before a womanâs voice responded in kind, âHello?â
âUmâŚâ you swallowed down the apprehension that settled in your chest, casting a glance towards Simonâs back as he stood over the stove, âWho may I ask is calling?â
âIâm looking for Simon,â she said, sounding much more coy than a second ago. She knew his real name and that irked you. People from work always referred to him as Ghost, only those he considered trustworthy or friends were privy to calling him Simon.Â
âUm, heâs busy at the moment, can I take a message?â you ask, loud enough for Simon to hear in the kitchen if he was interested in intervening. But he didnât move.Â
âSure!â she giggled, âTell him that Victoria really wants to see him again and to call me so we can!â
You swallowed around the lump in your throat, âY-Yeah, sure. Iâll let him knowâŚâ
âThank you,â she cooed in a sultry tone, âOh! And tell him I really had a great time last time we were together and that Iâm looking forward to a repeat performance.â
âYeah. Iâll do that,â you assured, hoping you didnât sound as tense as you felt.Â
She giggled before the call disconnected and you were left glaring at his stupid stock phone wallpaper.
âWho was it?â Simon comes to the archway of the kitchen, leaning against the wall. You canât hear anything cooking anymore so you assume heâs finished dinner.
âVictoria,â you spit the name out like itâs poisonous, âSays she wants to see you again and she had a fantastic time with you last time.â
Simon shifts where he stands, looking down at his feet before looking back up to you, âAlright. Iâll call her back later.â
That sends knives straight through your heart. It aches so badly that you want to bite your own tongue off to make it stop.Â
Jealousy, you realize. Youâre fucking jealous. Some girl calls and asks for his dick and he just says okay?Â
Heâs not yours, you tell yourself. He can fuck whoever he wants.Â
But that does nothing to quell the inferno raging inside you.Â
Thereâs other feelings brewing inside you; rejection, fear, loss.
You feel bitter that youâre right there and he would still never choose you. Heâll always choose someone else because he doesnât see you like that. It feels like heâs throwing it in your face, just spitting at you to show you that he doesnât love you like you love him. He never has and he never will. Youâll never be an option to him because he doesnât want you.
Then youâre scared heâs going to leave you. Heâs going to go to this Victoria chick and leave you all alone so he can get his dick wet again. Just like last time. Maybe heâll like it so much he wants to stay with her. Maybe heâs going to leave you behind so he can start a new, happy life without having to worry about the dead weight thatâs been dragging him down since he was 8. You. His responsibility. His problem.Â
Youâre so scared that heâs going to be ripped from your grasp. That youâre going to lose him to someone else and itâs going to be you and your pathetic one-sided love for the rest of your life. Fuck, youâve loved him since you were 4. Youâve loved him for so long that it makes you nauseous to think about. How many people loved one person for this long?Â
Please, you wanted to cry to him, please love me.Â
Please, just love me back.
âSo youâre gonna go then?â you finally find your voice, bitterness and resentment thick in your tone, âYouâre gonna leave me to go to a booty call again?â
He stands up straight at that. Arms cross over his chest, he watches that way you glare at him, heated and teary-eyed. Hurt.Â
He knew you still werenât over the way he left you that time â when you needed him the most. Youâd been ignoring the residual hurt that lingered, intent on pretending that everything was fine. He had been doing his best to make up for it but it always felt like one step forward and two steps back with you.Â
âIâm not going anywhere,â he assures softly, âIâll call her back to tell her that it wonât happen.â
He tries his best to remain level-headed and soft, to be reassuring like he knows you need. But your expression doesnât change. You continue to glare at him with that furious, hurt look in your eyes.Â
Suddenly, you stand.Â
âI donât believe you,â you hiss, turning your back to him, storming down the hallway.Â
He almost winces when he hears how hard you slam the bedroom door. He thinks about going back there to talk to you but decides against it. You need some space to calm yourself down.Â
He eats the dinner he made for both of you alone, putting your half in the fridge for later. He goes about the apartment, locking the door and turning out all the lights. Then he gets to the bedroom door and goes to turn the knob and it doesnât budge.Â
Despite himself, he laughs. He jiggles the knob, jerks the door a little harder like itâll open with a bit of force. And it might, itâs a flimsy ass door if heâs being honest â heâs forced bigger and heavier doors open before.Â
He snaps your name, humor gone from his voice. You donât answer.Â
âOpen the damn door,â he snaps, trying the knob again. He gets silence in return so he slams his fist against the surface. The sound is loud enough that it makes his own ears ring, âI said open the door. Iâm not playinâ this game with you, sweetheart.â
âSleep on the couch, Simon!â he hears your wobbly voice call back. Of course youâre in there crying, he thinks.
âIâm not sleepinâ on the fuckinâ couch,â he hisses, leaning his forearm against the door, resting his head against it with a sigh, âOpen the door and letâs talk.â
âDonât wanna talk to you,â you whine, bratty as all hell. He would have laughed if he wasnât so damn pissed, âWhy donât you go sleep with Victoria since you like her so much.â
You donât know why you say that last part. You donât want him to go to her, you donât want him to go anywhere. The thought of it brings more tears to your eyes.Â
Simon is silent on the other side of the door for a long while. You almost think he walked away and succumbed to the couch. You wouldnât actually let him sleep on that awful thing, of course. You justâŚyou donât know what the end goal here is, if youâre honest.
âFine,â he finally spits, âIf thatâs what you want, Iâll fuck off and find Victoria.â
You hear the floorboards creak under his weight as he walks away. You sit up straight in bed at that, eyes wide as you listen to him stalk through the house. You swear you hear the jingle of his keys and thatâs what has you lurching out of bed in a panic.
You almost trip over the sheets as they tangle around your legs but you manage to free yourself and wrench the door open.
âSimon!â you practically shriek, rounding the corner of the hallway to find him standing with his back to you, facing the door.
Heâs got his hoodie and mask on, boots firmly on his feet and keys in hand. He stands still, back straight as his shoulders rise and fall with his breathing. But he waits.
âDonât go,â you find yourself whimpering, ââM sorry. Come to bed, okay?â
He doesnât move and that makes your heart pound in your chest. You know heâs pissed, can see it in the way his fists stay clenched at his sides. His fingers twitch and he makes a move for the doorknob and you surge forward, wrapping yourself around his other arm, yanking him away from the door as hard as you can.Â
He lets your weight knock him off balance, lets you drag him away from the door. He lets you tug him down the hallway, sniffling and crying as you do.Â
âJ-JustâŚâ you find yourself frantically tugging his mask off, tossing it away before you rip the hem of his hoodie up. He doesnât help you or fight you as you try to take it off of him. He just stares blankly at you, like heâs assessing you. You hate it. âG-Get ready for bed, okay? JustâŚwe can go to sleep.â
âWhy do you make this so fuckinâ hard for me?â he finally breaks his silence, the question cold and calculating. Like heâs tired. Exhausted, âI keep tryinâ to make it up to you. But every time something goes wrong, you throw everything back in my face and you act like you hate me again. I canât keepâŚâ he trails off, shaking his head before he sits at the foot of the bed, hands clasped together and head hanging between his shoulders.
âI love you,â you blurt out, a sob breaking out of your lips as you do. Simon doesnât move. Your hands cover your eyes, as if being blind to his reaction will make the rejection hurt less, âI love you and i-it just keeps messing me up inside. Iâm sorry.â
âYou love me?â he asks, still no emotion in his voice.Â
When you peek at him, heâs in the same position as before, hands clasped, elbows on his knees, head bowed. You have no idea what expression heâs wearing and youâre scared to find out.
âYes,â you hiccup, sniffling softly, âIâm sorry.â
âWhy are you apologizing?â he asks softly, almost solemnly.
âI promised,â you cry, another choked sob escaping you.Â
âPromised..?â he doesnât sound cold anymore, just confused, âThe fuckâre you talkinâ about?â
âW-When I was 14,â you whimper, shame filling you as you recall your now-broken promise, âI-I told you I liked you and you said you didnât feel the same. You told me to never bring it up again and I promised I wouldnât. B-ButâŚâ you sobbed again, stopping yourself from finishing the sentence.
âFuckinâ hellâŚâ he breathes, bringing his hands to his face, scrubbing them up and down vigorously in a way that looks like it hurts. Then he laughs.Â
He fucking laughs.Â
Itâs like your worst fears come to light. Heâs laughing at you, at your confession. At your feelings. A fresh wave of tears fill your eyes and fall down your cheeks. You bite your lips to keep from making your sobs audible anymore. You didnât want him to laugh at that too. You hang your head, wringing your hands together behind your back anxiously as Simon quiets down.Â
âShit,â he breathes, getting to his feet. He stands before you, cupping your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. He frowns when he sees the utter despair on your face, the heartbreak in your eyes, âNo, baby. No, no. I wasnât laughinâ at you.â
Baby. You catch onto it. Heâs never called you that before.Â
You dash the spark of hope that it causes.Â
He rubs his thumbs under your eyes, wiping the tears away.Â
Then, he leans forward and slots his lips against yours.Â
Itâs like fireworks explode in your chest. Your heart races so fast that you feel lightheaded. You canât even respond to the kiss in time before he pulls away, your mind is moving too fast for you to process any meaningful thought. But he kissed you.Â
Simon kissed you.
âWhat?â you finally manage to whisper, looking up with wide, shocked eyes, âWhy did you..?â
He looks confused for a second, still cupping your cheeks as he looks into your watery eyes, âYou really have no idea?â Your brows furrow immediately and you shake your head, âHow I feel about you?â
âYou feel..?â you dumbly repeat.Â
He smiles softly, thumb rubbing softly over your cheekbone, âYou really think I donât feel the same?â
âB-But whenâŚwhen we were kids IâŚâ you stumble over your words, the truth youâve believed this entire time seemingly false, âYou s-said you didnât feel the same.â
âJesus, love,â he huffs softly in disbelief, âYou were fourteen. I was seventeen. You were way too fuckinâ young for me, it wouldnât have been right.â
âB-But thenâŚâ you stutter, reaching up to wipe your cheek, âWhen did you..?â
He shrugs, âNot sure exactly. Suppose sometime after you turned 20 was when I realized I felt somethinâ for you.â
âSo you reallyâŚâ you whisper, snagging your hands into his hoodie to pull him close, âYou reallyâŚI meanâŚâ
âLove you?â he smiles softly, âOf course I do.â
You lean forward and press your lips to his. He hums, wrapping one strong arm around your middle to pull you even closer. His lips work magically over yours, taking control of the kiss with ease. You easily melt into it, following his lead. Itâs not as easy as you thought it would be and you hope Simon doesnât notice.Â
But he does, of course he does.Â
He pulls away and smooths the palm of his hand down your cheek before it comes to rest on your jaw. His thumb slides over your bottom lip and he hums.
âYou ever kissed before?â he asks, voice calm and level with no teasing to it at all.
Still, heat explodes all over your face. Embarrassment overrides the euphoria of your requited feelings. You try to pull away but Simonâs much stronger and he wonât let go unless he wants to.Â
âHey, donât run,â he coos softly, turning your face to look back up at him, âI was just askinâ.â
âNo,â you mumble, still burning with embarrassment, âI-Iâve only ever liked you soâŚâ
âFuckinâ hellâŚâ he whispers, letting you step back just a bit so he can look over you, âIs that right?â
âYou should know that,â you mumble, feeling small under his scrutiny, âYou know everything about me.â
âDidnât think datinâ history was somethinâ you felt like sharinâ,â he shrugged off.
âWell, now you know,â you mutter, your gaze glued to the floor.
âThat I do,â he hums in agreement, reaching out to brush a hand down the length of your arm.Â
A soft, quietness falls over the two of you. Youâre not sure what to do and it seems heâs content where he is. Heâs watching you, tracking every little shift and fidget you make until he finally seems to take pity on you.
âLetâs get to bed,â he says softly, giving you a soft nudge towards the bed.Â
You take the opportunity to dive into bed, yanking the blanket over you as Simon strips himself out of his boots and hoodie. You go to look away as he yanks his belt free with practiced hands but you canât seem to. He slips the belt out of the loops and drops it on the dresser before unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them off.Â
Your mouth waters at the sight of him in a tight pair of navy boxer-briefs slung low on his hips. You can make out the shape of hisâ
âEnjoyinâ the view?â he mumbles half-heartedly as he turns to root through the dresser to find some sweatpants.Â
âSorryâŚâ you mutter shamefully at being caught.Â
He chuckles under his breath, pulling the sweats on before he rounds to his side of the bed and drops onto the mattress, âNothinâ to be sorry about.â
He leans over you and turns out the tableside lamp. Then he settles into his pillow with a soft sigh.
âSi..?â you whisper.
âYeah?â you can hear the smile in his voice.
âAre we umâŚâ you clear your throat, âI mean likeâŚare weâŚtogether now..?â
You feel him roll over and toss his arms around you. You squeak when he tugs you towards him roughly, securing you against his chest before he kisses the top of your head.
âDo you want to be together?â he asks, muffled by his lips pressed against you.Â
âYes,â you whisper quickly, wrapping yourself around him almost possessively.
He tilts your head up and carefully slots his mouth over yours again. You sigh happily at the feeling.Â
You notice that he keeps it a lot slower than he had before, moving his lips carefully against yours. Like heâs trying to make it easier for you to keep up. It makes your cheeks flush again but you sink into the pillow and let him kiss all he wants as you do your best to match his movements.Â
His body shifts, torso hovering over you as he rests his weight on his elbows on either side of your head. Your hands rest against his shoulders and simply get lost in the kiss.Â
After a moment, he deepens the kiss, sinking into you with his chest pressed against yours. You whimper and wrap your arms around his neck, carding your fingers through his cropped hair.Â
One of his hands moves, coming to grip your waist, fingers sliding up the hem of your shirt. Itâs like a dream come true. Literally.Â
All those nights you spent with your hand between your thighs, thinking of him. Thinking of him touching you like this â with his hand sliding your shirt up a little further every second. You even feel that familiar wetness soaking your panties.
Then why was your heart racing from anxiety instead of excitement? Why did you feel a fearful tremble setting in your thighs, as if your knees would be knocking together if you were standing. Why were you scared?
Before you can stop yourself, youâre shoving your hands against his chest with a weak, âNo!â
Simon is off of you in seconds but you can feel his gaze on you in the darkness. You struggle to catch your breath as you lay there, heart pounding in your ears. Your head hurts, you realize with a wince.
âUmâŚâ you find yourself attempting to appease him, âI-I donâtâŚIâm sorry, IâŚâ
âItâs alright,â he whispers sincerely, settling down into bed with a content hum, âNothinâ to worry about, love.â
You scoot closer to him and hesitantly place your head on his chest. Simonâs arm wraps around your back and tucks you even more snug against him. You close your eyes and will yourself to relax and sleep as you feel Simonâs comforting hand rubbing your back.Â
Neither of you talk about it in the morning. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. You donât bring it up, even though you want to, and Simon doesnât try touching you like that again. Part of you wants him to, youâve been dreaming about his touch for years but once you finally get it, you freak out?
You canât stop beating yourself up over it.Â
But then you think about the anxiety that it had caused. The apprehension. How uncomfortable it felt â how you wanted his hands off of you.Â
You sighed, flopping onto your side on the couch where you sat. Your mind was buzzing annoyingly from your thoughts.Â
Regardless of your problems, you were happier than ever with him. He was finally yours. Wholly and truly yours. It was bliss.Â
âGot a call,â Simon says, snapping you out of your daze, âGotta leave.â
That makes you sit up, âLeave?â
You finally notice that heâs got his bag packed â the one he only takes when heâs getting deployed. Youâre on your feet in seconds, following him to the door. Heâs wearing his skull balaclava so all you can see are his eyes â sad, apologetic.
âH-How long?â you ask, unable to ignore the ache in your chest as you watch him.
âFew weeks, probably,â he mutters, placing the bag down so he can tuck his feet into his boots.
He straightens up with a grunt before turning to you. He sighs, gloved hands cupping your cheeks when he sees how sad you look â like a kicked puppy. You wish you could feel his bare hands on you but canât find it in you to ask.Â
âI donât want you to go,â you find yourself mumbling.
Itâs selfish and even a bit cruel of you to voice that desire. Simonâs thumb strokes your cheek in that sweet way he always does and you melt into him. He lets you thump your head against his chest as you suppress your cries, biting your lip so you can keep your tears at bay.Â
âI know,â he softly whispers, stroking your back as you cling to him, âI know, but I have to.â
âI know,â you mumble, finally looking up at him. You know your eyes are glassy and you make sure to blink back the tears so they never overflow, âJust be safe and come home, okay?â
He lifts his mask up just enough to expose his lips before he leans down to kiss you. Itâs a whole body experience this time. He clutches you against him like his life depends on it, gloved hands fiercely gripping the back of your t-shirt. His lips move smoothly against yours, hand coming up to cup your jaw so he can tilt your head and pull you even deeper into his kiss. He pulls away when he needs to breathe, smiling when he sees the dazed, lovesick expression on your face. He tugs his mask down and lets you go but you stay as close to him as possible.Â
âMake sure you stay warm,â he coos, âGonna start gettinâ real cold in a couple days.â
âI will, Si,â you assure him.
âLeft some cash for you to do your shoppinâ,â he adds, âI know youâre a shit cook but I left a list of some easy recipes. Donât burn the flat down.â
You snort and playfully smack his shoulder, âIâll just buy some cup noodles in that case.â
He rolls his eyes, pinching your side to make you gasp from the ticklish feeling, âDonât even think about it.â
Your grin falters when his phone makes that obnoxious beeping noise that lets you know itâs something urgent. He sighs, the tranquil happiness between you two broken immediately. He kisses your forehead through his mask and pulls the front door open.
âKeep this locked,â he mutters, stepping past the threshold, âIâll be home soon.â
He closes the door and youâre left with an emptiness that overcomes you. Youâve always been scared for him when he has to go off on missions â you know that his job is extremely dangerous and he could lose his life at any moment. That thought alone makes a nauseous pit settle in your stomach. You push down the feeling of bile rising in the back of your throat and click the lock on the door with a sigh before you go about your day, trying your best to keep your mind off of him and where he might be in the world.Â
True to his word, however, the temperature drops bitterly cold within 2 days after he leaves. There had already been a chill in the air that drove you to turn the heating on just a bit but now it was full blast. But now, it was dipping to freezing and you were anticipating the arrival of snow soon enough as well.Â
You wake up one morning, however, and your apartment is bitterly cold. You sit up, confused before climbing out of bed. Your feet are immediately freezing as you step onto the floor. You hiss, wrapping your arms around yourself as you stumble over to the radiator in your room. You touch it and find absolutely no heat emanating from it.Â
All the radiators are the same. Absolutely no heat.Â
You curse, realizing you have no idea what youâre supposed to do. You curl up on the couch under a heavy throw blanket as you type with bitterly cold fingers into Google, looking for anything that can help you. But itâs to no avail. You canât understand a thing.Â
Your next thought is to call the building manager but you know thatâs pointless. The useless man never actually helps with any work for his tenants.Â
Thereâs no way in hell that you can afford to call someone to come and fix the problem. You have money for groceries but if you spent that you wouldnât have anything to eat. You sigh, resolving yourself to bundling up and trying to stay as warm as you can.Â
You pile all the blankets you have into bed and pick out only your thickest, warmest sweaters.Â
This is going to be miserable, you think.Â
The snow comes just a short week later and it feels even colder. You venture out of your flat to go to the grocery store, picking up ingredients for the dishes Simon wrote down for you and also some cans of soup that you can cook to stay warm. You also throw some boxes of tea and some hot chocolate in with it, figuring why not. Warm drinks will help.Â
Itâs almost 3 weeks of living like that. Itâs miserable and makes your bones ache from how stiff the cold makes you feel. You make sure to eat nice, hot food to keep yourself warm and make frequent cups of warm drinks so you can keep your hands warm for as long as you can. You do your best.Â
The worst is showers, though. When youâre standing under the blisteringly hot spray, itâs bliss. But the second you step out and your wet body is hit with the freezing air, you couldnât have felt more miserable.Â
The night Simon walks through the door, he finds you bundled up on the couch sipping a cup of hot chocolate.Â
âSimon!â you gasp excitedly, tossing the blankets off to take a running leap at him.Â
He huffs contentedly when he catches you in his arms, letting you embrace him for as long as you need. He strips his mask off and brings you in for a delicate kiss.
âLet me wash up,â he mumbles, stalking through the apartment.
âUm, before you do, Si,â you catch him at the entrance to the hallway. He turns to you and looks at you with a brow raised, âThe umâŚheating is broken soâŚjust letting you know when you come out of the shower itâs gonna suck.â
âAinât nothinâ I havenât dealt with before,â he mutters and pauses, âThe fuck you mean itâs broken?â
âHeating cut off a few weeks agoâŚâ you shrug, wrapping your arms around yourself as you start to feel the cold creep in again.
âA few weeks ago?â he hisses, running a stressed hand through his hair, âFuckinâ hell. You didnât call someone to fix it?â
You pout as he raises his voice, clearly frustrated, âI couldnât afford it, Si! I had the money you gave me for food but I wasnât gonna spend that to get the heating fixed. You know the building manager is a piece of shit, not like he was gonna call someone.â
He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest, seemingly thinking something over. Then he turns on his heel and storms into the bathroom, slamming the door.
âIâm sorry, Simon!â you call through the door, âI didnât know what else to do! Please, donât be mad.â
The shower turns on and all you can do is look up and sigh in exasperation. The second heâs home and heâs already pissed at you.Â
You sulk over to the couch and flop down, tossing your blankets over you as you grab your mug. The hot chocolate is still warm but not as hot as it was. Itâll have to do.
Simon comes out of the shower, gets dressed warmly, and joins you in the living room. He doesnât even look at you as he makes a move for his bag that he left by the door. You almost think heâs going to scoop the bag up and storm out the door. You sit up, ready to stop him but instead, he stoops down and zips it open. He pulls out his wallet and approaches you.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you mumble, watching him flip the thing open.
Itâs old and worn, a simple black leather wallet. Heâs had it for as long as you could remember and youâve put the poor thing through the washer and dryer so many times that youâre shocked it's still intact.Â
He pulls out a bank card and promptly hands it to you. Your brain stutters to a stop as you look at it.
âTake it, fuck sake,â he mutters. He sounds annoyed but the way he looks away and his ears turn pink you can tell heâsâŚshy.Â
Simon Riley is fucking shy right now.
You take the bank card out of his hand and look at it, flipping over in your hands, âWhy are you giving this to me?â
âSo you can use it,â he mumbles, slamming his wallet shut and tossing it onto the table, âThat way, in case anything happens you can withdraw from my account for what you need. If an emergency happens and Iâm not around, use it.â
âSimonâŚâ you mumble, looking up at him, âAre you sure..?â
âCourse Iâm sure,â he scoffs, taking a seat beside you before softly rattling off four digits.
âHuh?â you dumbly ask.
âItâs my pin,â he responds, grabbing one of the blankets you have piled on the couch and tossing it on his lap.
âThatâs my birthdayâŚâ you say softly as you repeat the numbers over and over in your head, âYour bank pin is my birthday?â
He snatches the remote up from the table and turns the TV on without another word. But you can see how pink the tips of his ears are. It makes you beam and before you know it, youâre curling snugly into his side.Â
âLove you, Si,â you whisper, earning a kiss to the top of your head in response.
Simon calls the next morning to have someone come by and fix the damn heating. You listen to the man rattle off some information to Simon about what the problem was but it makes virtually no sense to you so you resolve yourself to sitting on the couch and waiting until itâs warm again.Â
But even when itâs nice and toasty inside, you still plaster yourself to Simonâs side, snuggling as close to him as you possibly can.
âI want you to meet my team,â Simon says one morning while heâs making some eggs.Â
Youâre standing by the toaster, waiting for it to pop up but his words make you turn to him, âYou mean 141?â
âWho else?â he huffs, flipping one of the eggs. It sizzles loudly in the pan, âThey wanted me to go out with them tonight. Thought you could join us.â
âReally?â you realize how incredulous you sound and then try again, âI mean really? Thatâs okay with you?â
He nods, plating the eggs, âI think itâs time they met you.â
âI-Iâd love to,â you say, unable to hide the excitement you feel.Â
You catch a slip of a smile on Simonâs face before the toast pops up and distracts you.Â
You have to dig into your closet that evening, after a shower, to find something nice to wear. You figure an occasion like this calls for something a little nicer than just jeans and a t-shirt like you usually wear. But you canât find much of anything.Â
âWhatâre you huffinâ about in here?â Simon asks when he walks in, towel wrapped around his waist. Heâs still dripping wet from the shower and you can feel the way your mouth fills with saliva at the sight.Â
âI uhâŚdonât know what to wearâŚâ you respond, turning your back to him just as he slips the towel off. Your cheeks feel like theyâre on fire, imagining Simon completely naked behind you.
âWear those nice jeans you got,â he mumbles, grunting as he gets himself dressed, âAnd that little blue top you got.â
âThe cropped one?â you ask incredulously, a brow raised as you turn to him. Heâs got some jeans on now and heâs meticulously unfolding a black t-shirt so he can put it on, âI havenât worn that in a while, howâd you even remember it?â
He shrugs, the muscles in his back rippling with his movement before he tosses the shirt over his head and pulls it down, covering his skin once again, âItâs cute. Weâre just goinâ to the pub, love.â
âOkay,â you mumble, reaching into the back of your closet to pull the little shirt out, âIf youâre sure this will be okay.â
âIâm sure,â he chuckles softly, grabbing his balaclava off the dresser. But he doesnât put it on yet. Instead, he sits on the bed and watches you change.
Youâre acutely aware of his eyes on you as you strip your shirt off. You keep your back to him, trying to ignore your racing heart. You donât feel uncomfortable at all, instead you feelâŚexcited.Â
Your mind runs wild, imagining him stepping up behind you, kissing your neck and cupping your bare breasts in his big hands. Theyâre a little rough from his line of work and you wonder what theyâd feel like against the sensitive skin of your tits, thumbing your nipples and pinching them a little meanly.Â
âC-Can you hand me a bra?â you find yourself asking.
He grunts in acknowledgement and the bed creaks when his weight moves off it. He opens one of the drawers and is behind you in a second. His body heat permeates through his shirt as he presses his chest against your back.Â
He slings your bra over your shoulder, holding it with one finger by the strap. You canât help but tilt your head back to look up at him. Heâs towering over you, pretty, brown eyes looking down his nose at you.Â
You realize in this position, he could clearly see your breasts but he keeps his eyes on yours. You take the bra from him and he lets you, simply staring into your eyes with that stern silence he has about him.
âT-ThanksâŚâ you find yourself whispering, mouth feeling particularly dry.
He grunts, lips quirked up just a bit before he turns his back and walks back to the bed. You let out a quiet, slow breath, willing your heart rate to go back to normal.
Simon was so exhilarating. Just being around him sets your heart racing and fingers trembling.Â
You put your bra on and slip your top over your head, ignoring the sticky feeling in your panties as you do.Â
âI donât know, Si,â you mutter, turning to face him, âI-Itâs a little tight on me now.â
The fabric once hugged you nicely but now it was snug. It molded around your breasts, even showing the lines of your bra. The neckline was low, giving a good show of cleavage â it didnât help that Simon picked one of your more well padded bras.Â
Simon looks up, his eyes immediately falling to your breasts. He sucks in a quick breath and looks away, licking his lips.
âLooks fine,â he mutters, standing to pull one of the drawers open again. He searches for a second, brows furrowed until he pulls out the jeans he was talking about. The ânice jeansâ as he called them, were just some low rise jeans youâd only worn about 4 times.
You look dumbly at them as he drops them into your hands.
âThese?â you scoff, âSimon, I canâtââ
He quiets you with a kiss to your forehead, âTrust me, love.â
He steps out of the room after that, leaving you to your own devices. Youâre thankful that you can change your panties without him seeing how saturated and sticky theyâve become because of him. You bury them in the laundry basket and remind yourself that you should do the laundry before he does because youâd be mortified if he found them.Â
You donât even look at yourself in the mirror, afraid youâll feel too self-conscious if you see what you look like. But you trust Simonâs judgment on what he thinks would look good on you â and you canât deny that dressing up how he likes feels nice.Â
You step into the living room, intent on pulling your shoes on when Simon catches you with an arm around your waist. You gasp as he turns you to face him.
âYou look lovely,â he whispers, smoothing his hands up your sides, thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt to stroke your skin.
You swallow thickly as your heart starts racing in your chest again. He leans down and pecks your lips but pulls back before you have the chance to kiss back.Â
âLetâs go,â is all he adds before walking away, leaving you no choice but to follow like the lovesick puppy you are.Â
Walking into the bar, your heart pounds painfully in your chest from pure anxiety. Your hand is clasped tightly in Simonâs as he easily moves through the crowd. You suppose his height makes it easy to see over people.Â
âYou alright?â he asks, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
âHavenât been in a bar since I worked atâŚâ you trail off, giving him a half-hearted shrug.
âIf you wanna leave, just say the word,â he mutters, giving your hand a squeeze.
âN-No,â you shake your head, shooting him a wobbly smile,âI wanna meet your team at least.â
He smiles reassuringly and gives your hand a tug to encourage you to follow him. He leads you right to a table situated in a corner, three men laughing and drinking.Â
âThere he is!â the one with the mohawk cheeks, holding up his pint in celebration.
âShut up, Soap,â Simon grumbles petulantly as he pulls out a chair for you.
Soap, you note to yourself. You know them by name but youâve never actually seen the faces to put to them. Soap looks like you imagined, a broad grin and pretty, bright eyes â you imagined them green but theyâre blue.Â
âAnd who is this lovely companion of yours, Simon?â an older man with a hat and mutton chops asks with a kind smile, eyes on you.
Simon says your name before he sits down with a grunt beside you.
âPrice,â your boyfriend supplies when you look curiously at him.
The man in question holds out a hand which you take and softly shake, âNice to meet you.â
âHad no idea Lt. had someone waitinâ for him at home,â Soap says, a teasing lilt in his voice.Â
So youâve met Soap, Price, and that leaves; your eyes land on the quiet guy sitting back in his chair, a cool smile on his lips. He meets your gaze and his smile broadens â not teasing like Soapâs but purely kind.
âYou can call me Kyle,â he gives you a polite nod.
âGaz, then?â you question, tilting your head to the side. Kyle looks surprised, eyes flicking to Simon who shifts uncomfortably in his chair, âHeâs talked about all of you before. I only know your call signs though.â
âJohn will do fine if youâd like,â Price says, tipping his beer back to take a chug.
âSimon calls me Johnny,â Soap adds, âYouâre welcome to as well. Anyone important to the Lieutenant is important to us.â
Out of the corner of your eye you see Simon roll his eyes. It makes you smile. He leans over, nudging you with his knee, âYou want anything to drink? I need one.â
âNo thank you, Si,â you reply, intent on having a clear head for the night. Youâve never been much of a drinker anyway.Â
When Simonâs gone from the table, you suddenly feel incredibly out of place. Price and Kyle have the decency to not stare you down but Soap seems keen on keeping his baby blueâs right on you and a goofy little smile on his face.
âUmâŚâ you shift uncomfortably as you look back at him.
âWeâve never gotten to meet anyone from Ghostâs private life before,â Soap says, saving you from having to think of what to say, âJust shocked sâall.âÂ
âYouâre gonna start giving the poor thing the creeps with your ugly mug,â Kyle chuckles which also makes Soap laugh.
âSorry about that,â Soap lifts his glass and cheers to you before tipping it back.Â
He grimaces slightly as it goes down before slamming his glass back on the table.
âItâs alright,â you respond, âSiâs not really the open book kind. So I understand.â
âHow long have the two of you known each other?â Kyle asks.
You find yourself wondering where the hell Simon even is but answer regardless, âSince we were kids. Um, we lived next door. His mom and mine were friends, I guess.â
Soap nods his head, elbows on the table as he gives you his full attention, âYou guess?â
You hum, âIâm 3 years younger than Simon. The way it was told to me by my mom is thatâŚhis mom came over and,â you couldnât fight back the smile as you recalled the story.
âOh this has got to be good,â Soap nudged Kyle excitedly at your grin.
âTold my mom that Simon didnât have any friends and that he was aâŚsoft-hearted boy and she wanted him to have some friends,â you giggle, holding a hand in front of your face to hide your laughter, âSo she wanted to set up playdates with me even though I was still a baby. My mom didnât have the heart to tell her no.â
Soap tosses his head back and laughs, âNo fuckinâ way.â
âIâm shocked to say it but that actually makes him sound cute,â Kyle adds, unable to hide the laughter in his voice either.
âDonât let him hear you say that,â Price says, but thereâs a smile on his face, âSimonâll knock you out cold on this table.â
âSo you and Simon have been together since?â Kyle asks, glass cupped in both hands.
You nod, âOnly time weâve been apart is when he enlisted and had to go off for a few years to train.â
Soap opens his mouth to say something but a large figure finally drops down into the seat next to you. Simon has a glass of bourbon and a glass that he slides over to Soap who catches it with ease.
âThanks, Lt,â he nods, taking a sip before making that disgusted face again.
âWhat are you lot talkinâ about?â Simon asks, drumming his fingers against his glass.
âWe were discussinâ all your dirty secrets,â Kyle teases with a charming grin.
âNothinâ too damning I hope,â Simon huffs before he takes a large gulp of his drink.Â
The other three men all hide their grins behind their glasses.Â
The anxiety you had felt at the beginning of the night is long gone. The task force is full of jokes and laughs and even Simon seems like a different person.Â
With you, heâs kind and even soft. Heâs by no means gentle or patient.Â
But this side of Simon is so jovial and comfortable that it warms your heart to see. He drinks a few glasses and by the end of the night, heâs got a relaxed, lidded look in his eyes that lets you know heâs got a bit of a buzz going on.Â
âIt was lovely to meet you,â Price says when you all walk out of the bar.
âI really enjoyed meeting all of you as well,â you smile, letting Simon tuck you into his side with an arm wrapped around your waist.
âGet him home safe,â Soap teases, your smile only widening when you hear Simon huff in annoyance.Â
You bid goodbye to the three of them and make your way to the car with Simon, plucking his keys out of his hand and forcing him into the passenger seat despite his grumbled protests of how âheâs not that drunkâ.
When the two of you finally get into your apartment, you let him lock up and turn out the lights while you go to the bedroom and get ready for bed.Â
âYou looked really nice tonight,â Simon mutters when he finally walks in as you crawl into bed, âIâm glad you liked them.â
âIâm glad they liked me,â you huff, leaning back into the pillows, âThey were all really nice guys.â
âYeah,â Simon hums, tugging his shirt off of his head, taking his mask with it, âTheyâre good people.â
You nod your head and tuck your knees to your chest while he gets undressed. He slips on a plaid pair of pajama pants and shoves the drawer closed with his hip before yanking the blanket back to make room for his large body.Â
You bounce a little on the bed when he drops his weight onto it. He smacks his pillow a couple times before he lays back and sighs. Itâs clear heâs still a little buzzed from the way he fights to keep his eyes open.
âSimon?â you ask, turning to face him.Â
That makes his eyes open back up before he looks at you, âWhat?â
âCan I kiss you?â you ask.Â
He snorts and it makes you smile. He reaches out and wraps his hand around the back of your head. You let him tug you down, pressing your hands against his firm chest as you kiss him.Â
His hand travels down your back as he sighs into your mouth. You pull away briefly to look into his eyes before you kiss him again, this time deepening it as much as youâre able. Simon sighs contentedly, his other hand coming up to caress your arm.Â
âI like kissinâ youâŚâ you find yourself whispering against his lips.
He groans at that, the sound going straight to your core. You feel yourself clench around nothing, already starting to leak into your panties.Â
âYeah?â he coos, cupping your cheek, thumbing over your lips, âYou can kiss me all you want, love.â
You whimper, surging down to kiss him again. His hands grip your waist, intermittently squeezing you, like he doesnât know what to do with his hands.Â
Suddenly, you feel the warm, slick slide of his tongue against your lips. You whimper and pull back, brows furrowed.
âShh, love,â he coos, pulling you close again, âJusâ relax and let meâŚâ
You huff, struggling to catch your breath as he urges you to meet his lips again. You feel his tongue again and eagerly open your mouth, letting him taste the inside of your mouth. You shyly meet his tongue with yours and feel his grip on your waist tighten as he groans in his throat.Â
Youâre sure youâve soaked well through your panties by now. Thereâs an ache in your clit that you long to reach down and relieve â or better yet, have Simon relieve.Â
You bet his fingers would feel so damn good against you. You find yourself whimpering into the kiss at the thought alone. Simon lets out a husky laugh into your mouth before pulling away.Â
A string of spit connects your lips before it breaks and vanishes.Â
With a surge of confidence, you toss your leg over his waist. He grunts when your weight settles on his hips, on his cock. Itâs chubbed up against his thigh from kissing you and he knows you can feel it.Â
âWhatâre you doinâ, baby?â he huffs, unable to stop his hands from traveling up the front of your body.Â
You grab his wrist and boldly slide it under the hem of your shirt. He bites his lip to keep from moaning when he feels your bare breast fill his palm. You see the way his eyes start to roll back before he looks at you again. It makes you throb in your panties and you canât resist grinding against him a little before he grabs your waist and stops you.
âSiâŚâ you whimper, pressing your hands against his chest, ââS wrong?â
âCanât,â he clears his throat and sinks into the bed, âCanât do this, love.â
âWhy not?â you ask, feeling a pit of disappointment in your gut, âYou donât want to? I just thoughtâŚâ
You feel your face burn with humiliation as you slide off of his lap. Simon lets you, simply laying there on his back, eyes closed and a knit between his brows, as he evens his breathing out. You fight back tears as you sit there, biting the inside of your lip anxiously.Â
âNotâŚnot tonight, sweetheart,â he finally says, reaching over to pet your hair, âBeen drinkinâ ând I want to be sober for it, yeah?â
It would have been a solid excuse if it didnât sound so flimsy coming from his lips. Like he doesnât even believe it himself.Â
âYeahâŚâ you offer, giving him a wobbly smile before turning out the light.Â
Youâre too embarrassed to cuddle into him that night.Â
âCan I ask you something?â you find yourself muttering as you relax on the couch with him, watching some old movie he picked out, âAs long as you promise not to get mad.â
He snorts, taking a sip of his tea, âWonât get mad.â
âI just want to knowâŚâ you clear your throat and sit up straight a little more, going over the question in your head, âWhy did you leave that nightâŚleave like that, just to have sex?â
He tenses up immediately, you can feel it. He shifts where he sits, spreading his legs just a little wider so he can sink deeper into the couch, âWe already talked about this.â
You wince at his clipped tone, knowing youâre stepping into dangerous territory, âI know butâŚI want to know the real reason.â
He catches his bottom lip between his teeth and sighs, keeping his eyes trained on the TV, âYou think I was lyinâ to you?â
Now he sounds mad. You quickly shake your head, âNo, Si. I-Iâm not trying to start a fight, I swear. I donât think you were lying. I just think youâŚwerenât telling me everything.â
He sighs. You can see the way his jaw ticks when he clenches it, âIs that right?â
âYeah,â you breathe, scooting a little closer to him, placing your hands on his chest, smoothing his shirt down a bit, âIt was justâŚout of character for you, Si. I was really upset and you knew that. It wasnât like you to justâŚleave. Just to get laid.â
He finally looks at you, just out of the corner of his eye. You meet the look, offering him an encouraging smile to show that youâre not upset or anything.Â
âAll night,â he finally mutters, âYouâd been kickinâ in your sleep. Kept wakinâ me up.â
You nodded, a look of confusion on your face. You had no idea where this was going.
âYou started sayinâ my name,'' he continued, âMoaninâ my name. Fuck, it was drivinâ me crazy.â
Your face flushes hot when you hear that. It all suddenly comes rushing back to you â what youâd been dreaming about.Â
âYou threw your leg over mine and I couldââ he cuts himself off, his throat moving with how hard he swallows.
âCould what?â your voice comes out shockingly breathy.Â
He catches it, looking at you. You can see the way his pupils widen immediately when he meets your gaze. Itâs like he can see right through you, see the fact youâre dripping into your panties again. Just from this conversation alone.Â
âI could feel how fuckinâ wet you were,â he brings a shaky hand up and runs it through his hair before he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, âCouldnât fuckinâ deal with it. I had toâŚlet it out somehow.â
âSo you knew that I wanted youâŚlike that?â you find yourself asking.
He scoffs and shakes his head, âDidnât think about it like that. Figured it was just a dream and thatâs all it was.â
âWasnât just a dream,â you assure, scooting closer to him.
Simonâs breath catches in his throat when you lean over him, resting your hand on the arm rest on his other side, letting it support your weight. You stand on your knees, making you just a little taller than him before you lean down and kiss him.Â
He remains completely still, like heâs processing. His hands flounder in the air for a second before heâs carefully pushing you to sit back down. You slump against your heels and look at him, perturbed.
âWhy..?â
âI need to make dinner,â he says lamely.Â
âSimonâŚâ you admonish, knowing heâs lying.Â
He gets up, knees cracking as he does. He winces a little bit before he bends down to pick up the blanket that fell to the floor when he stood. You kept your eyes on him, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. You almost let him go but before you can stop him, you grab his arm.Â
âI donât know what Iâm doing, Simon,â you mutter, âI keep trying to make things go further with you but I just keep making a fool of myself and Iââ
ââS not you,â he assures softly, taking your hand in his, ââS all me, baby.â
âSo whyâŚâ you frown, âI want you.â
He shakes his head, âNight you told me how you felt. You sounded scared.âÂ
You remember, the way his touch had made anxiety fill you. You had wanted him, of course, but for some reason it had just been so damn awful at the same time. You hadnât really dwelled on why that was.Â
âIt wasnât âcause of you, Si,â you assured, shifting so your feet were on the floor rather than under you, âI promise. I-I was just nervous, I think. Thatâs all.â
âI donât wantâŚâ he licks his lips, seemingly thinking over his next words carefully before he says them slowly, âI donât to hear you sound like that with me again. âS why Iâve been avoidinâ it. âCause I donât want you to get scared again.â
You shake your head, rising to your feet, stepping in front of him. You take his hands in yours and squeeze them, âI donât want to make a fool of myself with you, Simon.â
He frowns, âYou know I would never think poorly of you.â
You smile and shrug, âI know that. I thinkâŚthat time was justâŚtoo soon. After that night at the bar and everything that happened. And then the fact Iâm so inexperienced that itâs laughable. I thinkâŚI just wasnât ready for it. I needed to go at my own pace and I have been.â
âI donât want you to push yourself,â he hums, âI know that night at the bar was terrifying,â he brings a hand up to brush over your cheek, âI understand if youâre not goinâ to be ready for a long time. Itâs normal to not be ready after what happened to you.â
You huff, âIâve been trying to show you that Iâve been ready for a while now, Si. I was anxious at first, yes. But now itâsâŚlike a good kind of nervous.â
âA good kind of nervous?â he mutters, hands moving to your hips to pull you closer. Your breath hitches in your throat and you nod dumbly, âTell me all about it.â
âL-Like my heart races,â you breathe, âAnd I feel scared that Iâm gonna do something silly and embarrassing but like I want to learn andâŚand I want to do good for you.â
âFuck,â Simon groans, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder, âCanât say shit like that to a man like me, love.â
âWhy not?â you whimper, feeling your knees tremble in excitement when you feel his hands start to wander.
ââCauseâŚâ he whispers, running his hands up your sides, âMakes me think some nasty shit, sweetheart.â
You swallow thickly at the promise in his voice, âSimonâŚâÂ
You sound so wrecked already and it makes him moan softly in your ear, âTell me about it, baby.â
Just like that, youâre spilling your guts to him, âGet so wet for you, Si, all the time. I want you so bad that it hurts.â
âYeah?â he breathes, finally pulling his head from where he was hiding in your shoulder, tilting your chin up, âWhereâs it hurt, baby? Hm? Right in that needy little cunt?â
You whimper immediately, looking up at him with wide, hazy eyes and nod, âT-Tried to touch myself. Thinkinâ about you made it hurt so I couldnât help myself. Thought about you when I did.â
He hums as you babble to him but his mind latches onto one particular word, âTried, baby? What do you mean "tried?â
Your cheeks burn hot at the slip up. Would he think you were silly for it?
âC-Canât do it right,â you confess softly, hoping he doesnât see how embarrassed you are, âTry so hard but n-nothinâ ever happens.â
Simon moans at that. Loud and unbridled, âWhatâre you sayinâ, baby? That you canât make yourself cum, sâthat it?â You shake your head bashfully, âFuckinâ hell. Thatâs adorable.â
âD-Donât tease me, Si,â you whimper but the seat of your panties is so fucking wet that itâs sticking to you.Â
He hums, a predatory smile spreads across his face, âAm I beinâ mean, love?â You nod your head, tearfully staring up at him. It only makes his smile widen, canines popping out, ââM sorry. Canât help myself when you tell me âbout how you touch your pretty little pussy and just canât make yourself cum like you need. Think I can do it for you, hm? Want me to try and make you cum?â
You vigorously nod your head, uncaring how fucking needy you look to him. Heâs offering to give you what youâve wanted for years â to give you a real, honest to God orgasm. And you werenât going to let this chance slip away.Â
âWant you on the bed,â he suddenly whispers, âOn your back, lose the pants but keep everything else on.â
With a jerk of his head in the direction of the bedroom, you take off. You hear him chuckle behind you at your excitement. He makes sure the door is locked before he heads back to the bedroom.Â
Youâre there just like he asked, pants pooled on the floor, leaving you in nothing but an old t-shirt of his and a pair of the cutest little lilac colored panties heâs seen. Youâve got your knees pinned together, clenching your thighs but laying perfectly still in waiting for him.Â
âSo fuckinâ good for me,â he praises, grinning when you whimper and tremble at his words, âOh, sweet thing likes to be praised, huh?â
You nod your head, âWanna be good for you, Si.â
âThatâs sweet, baby,â he coos, reaching to the back of his collar so he can tug his shirt off of his head.Â
Your heart hammers away in your chest when he crawls onto the bed, hands on either side of your head. He looks so big like this, on top of you, completely blocking any view you had of your ceiling and instead filling your viewline with just him. He leans down and kisses you, humming contentedly when you eagerly kiss back. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as he uses one hand to tug your legs open so he can slot himself between them.Â
You cry out when he presses himself against your core. Heâs wearing nothing but his jeans but you can feel the heat radiating through the thick material.Â
âShit, look at that,â he whispers, leaning back on his heels to admire the nice little wet patch that has stained your panties, âYou already this wet, baby?â
âKissinâ you always makes me this wet, Si,â you sweetly confess and oh, you are just so precious.Â
His hands slide up your stomach, moving your t-shirt up and up until it sits crumpled under your chin. Your tits are bare and move with every gasping breath that you take.Â
Simonâs hands are just as rough and warm as youâd expect them to be. His thumbs come up and glide over your nipples until they harden into stiff little peaks for him.Â
Then his mouth is wrapping around one, swirling his tongue around it before pulling off with a lewd pop. His hand pinches the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he listens to you whimper and sigh.Â
âPlease, Si,â you whine, âI-It hurts, please.â
âIt hurts?â he hums, leaving a fleeting kiss against the nipple his tongue was torturing just a moment ago, âWhere? Hm?â
His hand travels down your body, cupping your cunt through your panties. You gasp, arching your hips just a bit to grind against his palm. He lets you, before he meanly pins your hips down with his other hand.Â
âWhere, love?â he smooths the pad of his thumb over the seam of your cunt through your panties. The fabric is saturated with your slick, letting him see every part of you through shape alone. His thumb finds your clit, the little bud poking out through the fabric from how hard and swollen it's become, âHere? âS it your pretty clit that hurts, love?â
You nod, eyes rolling back in your head when he presses his thumb against the bud, trapping it under his finger so he can roll mean little circles over it. Youâd be mindlessly rutting your hips by now if he didnât have his other arm slung over your hips to keep you pinned nice and still like he wants.Â
It already feels so different than when you touched yourself. Maybe because itâs him or maybe because heâs so experienced.Â
That thought makes you equal parts jealous and equal parts turned on. Heâd slept with plenty of people but now he was using that expertise to make you feel good.Â
âCan you take them off, please?â you whine, pitchy and sweet from arousal.Â
âAsked so sweetly for me,â he coos, hitching his thumbs into the band of your panties before giving them a firm tug.Â
You quickly lift your hips, letting him tug them down and off of your feet. You expect him to toss them away but instead he holds them up, thumbing over the slickness in the crotch. You watch him with wide eyes as he analyzes it. Your breath hitches when he suddenly brings them towards his face and licks a wide stripe of the fabric, moaning when he gets a good laste of your syrupy sweet slick.
âSimon!â you gasp â admonish, leaning up to snatch them out of his grasp.Â
His eyes open, he hadnât even realized heâd closed them, to look at you. He licks his lips like a dog licking its chops when it tastes something real delicious.Â
He doesnât even comment on what he just did or the pure embarrassment that is written all over your face. Instead, he grips underneath your knees and yanks you down the bed towards him so your hips are situated in his lap.Â
âJusâ let me touch you, love,â he whispers, âIâll work a nice little orgasm out of you in no time, yeah?â
You nod your head because you trust him. You know heâs going to be able to give you what you need so badly. You donât even question it â especially when you feel how good it feels when he uses his thumbs to spread your folds open for him. He groans when he sees the sticky strings of slick that display just how turned on you are.Â
Pretty little hole clenching sporadically around nothing, dribbling more creamy arousal that makes his tongue feel like lead in his mouth. A pretty clit that twitches and throbs under his scrutinizing gaze. But you make no move to cover yourself and hide from his gaze.Â
He finally touches the bud directly and itâs like electricity strikes through you. You lose control of your body as your back arches and your thighs violently twitch. Your cheeks burn when you hear him chuckle softly at your reaction.
âSensitive,â he huffs, a crooked little grin on his face as he brushes his thumb over your clit again, garnering the same reaction as before from you, âFuck, canât believe youâre this sensitive and canât make yourself cum.â
ââS cause itâs you, Si,â you sweetly confess.
And itâs true. Having him touch you like this directly â feeling his callused skin over the most sensitive little part of you is euphoric. It doesnât feel anything like when you touch yourself at all. It feels magnified, you feel like a live wire and everything feels like too much. But you donât do anything to impede him because you trust him more than anything â especially like this, with your body.Â
He replaced his thumb with his middle finger, prodding at your entrance. You almost think heâs going to press inside you but he doesnât â instead, he gathers your slick up on his finger and drags it up to your clit. He softly circles the bud, cock kicking against his thigh when you sigh and croon so sweetly for him.Â
Your cunt makes sticky noises as he continues doing this, gathering your arousal and lathering your precious bud up with it so he can so softly play with it. His touches arenât enough to actually work you to the edge, itâs much too slow and soft but it feels good. He waits for you to relax against the bed, lashes fluttering as you whimper and twitch on the bed for him.
âThere you go, sweetheart,â he whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss against your trembling thigh, âRelax fâme. Want you nice and soft for me so I can get my fingers in this tight little cunt.â
You gasp at that, partly in excitement and also in apprehension. Youâve never actually put anything inside yourself before â except once, you put your finger in and it burned so you never tried it again.Â
âD-DontâŚâ you find yourself muttering, making him freeze. He thinks youâve changed your mind, anxiety getting the better of you and heâs fully prepared to propel himself away from you at a moment's notice, âBe gentle, okay?â
His gaze softens when he looks at you, âWonât hurt you, love. I promise.â
You remain relaxed for him when he carefully prods you with his middle finger. He keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, not rubbing it or anything, just keeping a nice pressure that keeps you sagged against the pillows.Â
It doesnât feel anything like when you tried that one time with yourself. Everything is so much wetter and more pliant. Itâs like your walls just suck the digit in, even though itâs so much bigger than your own finger.Â
You sigh softly when you finally have something to clench around. Simon gives you a sweet kiss to the spot right underneath your belly button in silent praise. He keeps his lidded, brown eyes on your face, watching every little expression you make with rapt attention.Â
He slowly and carefully fucks his middle finger into you, feeling the way you slowly relax around him, soaking his skin with your arousal. He smooths his free hand up the length of your body, abandoning your clit to wrap his palm around your breast. You place your own hand over his, encouraging him to squeeze harder.Â
âHowâs that feel, love?â he asks, still sliding his finger in and out of you.
âOkayâŚâ you reply, keeping your hand over his on your chest, âBut itâŚumâŚâ
âWhat?â he urges, âTell me what you feel.â
âI-It feels nice butâŚâ you trail off and he hums, nodding his head.
âDoesnât feel good?â he finishes for you. You nod your head and he laughs softly, âI know, baby. Jusâ tryinâ to get you used to the feeling and then Iâll make it feel real good, alright?â
âOkay,â you whisper but he can tell youâre not too convinced that itâs going to feel much better.
Youâre worried that the same thing is going to happen â itâll feel really good and then youâre never going to be able to climb over that wall. You hate to imagine disappointing him, failing to get off. Youâd hate for him to put all this work in and you just canât cum in the end.Â
âHey,â he coos, âGet out of your head, pretty. Donât worry about a thing, alright?â
You take a deep breath and slowly let it out, allowing yourself to relax against the bed again. Simon waits for you to be nice and pliant around his finger before he starts to fit his ring finger alongside it. He catches sight of the furrow in your brow when he stretches you around two of his fingers. It burns but when Simon brings his thumb back to your clit, tapping against the bud, it vanishes. Your thighs twitch and you whimper, walls clenching in time with the little taps until the burning vanishes completely.
âThere we are,â he praises, âKnew you could do it, sweetheart.â
âA-Are you gonna add another?â you find yourself asking.
âLater,â he responds, scissoring the two fingers he has snug inside your cunt, ââM a big man, love. Gonna need you nice and stretched for me.â
You whimper at that, walls clenching around his fingers as he slowly begins to fuck them in and out of you. Your cheeks burn when you hear the loud, squishing noises your hole makes every time he stuffs them back inside.Â
After a moment of just getting you used to being stretched on two of his thick digits, he suddenly crooks them up and hits something inside you that makes your back arch. It causes a tingling feeling that youâve never experienced to heat your tummy every time he touches it.
âSimon!â you squeal, trying to clench your thighs closed but his broad shoulders keep them open, âTh-That feels-!â
âI know, baby,â he coos cockily, grinding his fingertips against that little spot that makes you so gooey and creamy around his fingers, âFeels real good right there, I know.â
Your back arches and your jaw drops. You canât do anything but moan and cry out as he fucks against that spot. Heâs urged on by your sounds of pure pleasure, eyes flicking between where heâs got your pretty cunt spread open and the euphoric expressions you canât do anything to hide.
Itâs so precious, seeing you so open and loud for him. You donât do anything to hide your sounds of pleasure nor do you even think of faking any of them for his sake. Every little thing youâre feeling, you express, and you canât help yourself because itâs all so new and so much.
That hot, tingling feeling in your core only intensifies with every experienced stroke of his fingers. Your eyes are rolling back every time he touches that magnificent spot inside you, abusing it with his fingers until your walls are soft and malleable for him again.
And then he brings his index finger into it. Heâs even more slow and careful as he fits it in beside the other two fingers. It doesnât burn like when he had given you his second finger but itâs a certain stretch that simply feels strange.Â
He gets you stuffed open on his three fingers, up to the third knuckle. Youâre spread so wide and squeeze his fingers so tight that it makes him moan when he thinks about what it will feel like around his cock.Â
If youâre this tight around just his fingers then youâre going to feel positively euphoric around him.Â
âSimonâŚâ you coo, reaching down to card your fingers through his hair.Â
He grunts in acknowledgement, but is unwilling to part his gaze from the sight of the creamy mess youâve begun to leave on his fingers. Your pretty clit is twitching and so swollen, glistening from your juices and he suddenly has the inescapable desire to wrap his mouth around it.Â
Youâre not even looking when he decides to do it. Itâs like he canât stop himself.Â
All you feel is something wet and hot wrap around the little bud. You practically wail at the feeling of his tongue sliding against it. Your feet kick aimlessly, hitting his back and shoulders as you flail beneath his body.Â
You sob his name, yanking harshly on his hair in a way that hurts but heâs not going to stop you. He knows itâs mean to do this, not even warning you or easing you into the feeling before heâs suckling your clit. His tongue slips in circles around it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His ears practically ring from how loud youâre crying out for him.Â
His three fingers remain buried inside you but heâs hardly able to move them from how tight youâre squeezing them. All he can do is grind his fingers against your g-spot but it only makes your pretty body more twitchy and makes you squirm even more beneath him. He has to hold you down so you canât get away.Â
He doesnât want your precious pussy to be ripped away from him, your juices are making his taste buds tingle â you taste so damn good.Â
That familiar heat begins to grow in your core â one youâve experienced many times before by yourself. You cry and wail for him, sobbing his name and gripping his hair.Â
âS-Si, donât stop, please, please, pleaseââ you choke on your own cries, slamming your head into the pillows as your back arches painfully hard.Â
He grunts lowly, blonde lashes fluttering as he watches your bodyâs pure, unfiltered reactions to this pleasure. He knows youâre getting close, can feel you clenching around him and your clit pulsing on his tongue in time with your heartbeat.Â
You feel yourself reaching that wall, the one you can never overcome. But it feels different this time, the pleasure isnât slowing. Itâs not fading like it always does when youâve got your own fingers on your bud.Â
It always seems to slip out of your grasp by this point.
This is it, you think. Youâre going to cum. Youâre finally going to fucking cum.Â
Then everything stops.
His tongue is gone from your clit and his fingers are nowhere to be found. Simonâs shoulders rise and fall as he watches your face flicker through a range of emotions before your eyes fill with tears and you look at him â utterly pitiful and hopeless.
âWh-WhyâŚâ you finally whisper, tongue feeling heavy in your mouth.Â
Your cunt pulses and throbs around nothing, the heat of your orgasm quickly dissipating, leaving that horribly empty and unsatisfying feeling in its wake.Â
âSorry, baby,â he coos, genuine and soft as he leans up to kiss your face, âThat was mean, huh? âM sorry. Jusâ want you to have your first orgasm on a cock, love.â
That doesnât do anything to quell your disappointment but you nod anyway, wiping away some stray tears that trickle from your eyes.Â
âPlease,â you breathlessly whisper, âPlease, Simon. Want your cock, please. I-I was so close. It felt so good,â you start babbling, eyes falling to the hard outline of his cock in his jeans, âI wanna cum so bad, Si. Y-You promised. Please, just give me your cock. Please? Please? Simon!â
Simonâs mouth goes dry as he hears your babbled begging. Fuck, youâre absolutely aching for it. All you can think about is cumming. He never thought heâd get to hear you beg for him like this, so pathetically. You should be embarrassed, begging for cock like this when youâve only just now gotten your first taste of being stretched open. Yet here you are fuckinâ crying for it.
His cock drools pre down his thigh, he can feel how wet his boxers have become from how much heâs leaking it. Heâs aching in his jeans â he canât pretend he doesnât want it just as badly as you do.
âShit, alright!â he snarls, wrapping a hand around your throat to force you to look at him. You gasp at the rough treatment, âJusâ shut up and Iâll give it to you, yeah?â
You obediently nod your head, still staring up at him with those wide, teary eyes. He tries to act like his hands arenât fucking trembling when he yanks his belt off. He doesnât think heâs ever felt this needy â this excited to get his cock inside a pussy.Â
But itâs you. Youâre special.Â
He loves you. This isnât like the one night stands and hookups heâs had in the past. This is different.Â
He feels like a fumbling teenager the way he clumsily yanks his belt out of the loops and shoves his jeans down his thighs along with his underwear. His cock, big and heavy, hangs under its own weight â it never slaps up against his stomach. He wasnât just chatting shit when he said he was a big guy.Â
He wrapped his hand around himself, giving it a few, firm tugs. He feels your eyes on him, watching the way he touches himself and it sends heat through him. He scoots closer to you again, pulling back his foreskin to show the fat, leaky head that he meanly taps against your clit.Â
You gasp a cute little âah!â when he does that brings a smile to his face. He canât say heâs the best lay for a virgin because heâs so big and heâs a brute â itâs in his nature. But heâs trying his best for you.Â
âAlright, baby,â he coos, leaning on one forearm above your head, draping his big body over yours. He easily manhandles you into position, caging your knees against your chest and wrapping himself around you, âJust relax for me, hm? Can you do that fâme?â
You nod your head and shakily put your hands on his shoulders, cupping his jaw to bring him down to kiss you. He sighs into your lips, using his free hang to grip the base of his cock, prodding against your hole. Youâre so slippery that it slides out of you and slips up your clit. You whimper at the feeling, thighs twitching at the stimulation.Â
When he finally starts to press inside, your nails bite into his shoulders. It stings â it hurts. Heâs so big, making your poor little cunt burn the deeper he presses himself. The head pops in and your hips jump at the feeling, his cock slipping back out.Â
He huffs, dropping his forehead against your shoulder, âFuck, sit still.â
âS-Sorry!â you whimper, âIâm sorry!â
âShh,â he sighs, kissing your cheek, ââS okay, baby. Hurts, huh?â
âA little,â you whimper, trying to downplay it so he wonât stop.
He hums and presses a kiss against the corner of your mouth. He knows that working an orgasm out of you before making you take his cock would be the nice thing to do but heâs selfish. He wants to feel your orgasm around his cock â where you deserve to have it.Â
Itâs your very first orgasm after all. It needs to be good and he knows he can make it real good once he can get you speared on his cock.Â
So he grips himself again, sitting up for just a moment to lewdly spit on your pussy. It hits your clit and trickles down where he catches it with the head of his cock. He leans over your body and starts to push in again. This time he tucks his arms under your shoulders and pins you impossibly against him, leaving you with nowhere to run when he starts to press into you.Â
You whimper, feet kicking against his back when he pushes deeper than before â past the head. He knows it hurts, youâre stretched beyond your limit and he waits with bated breath for you to say the word and tell him to stop.Â
But you donât.Â
You just grapple your arms around his waist and dig your nails in. His skin is sweaty by now and it makes getting any purchase on him difficult. You let out a watery little whimper that has him freezing. Youâre speared on half his cock when he finally looks at you.Â
Your eyes are teary and they slowly drip down your cheeks.
âDo you want to stop?â he asks, brushing some away with his thumb.
You immediately shake your head, no hesitation, âNo! K-Keep goinâ, Si.â
âDonât cry, pretty,â he shushes, keeping his grip under your shoulders and his hips pinned firmly against yours so you canât squirm when he starts pressing in again. Your mouth opens in a silent gasp, eyes fluttering from the ache that settles where heâs stretching you wide, ââS okay, just take a deep breath. âM almost in, love, youâre doinâ so fuckinâ good for me. Takinâ all of my cock so deep, just like you deserve. Hear me? This cock sâall yours now, yeah? Can have it whenever you need it.â
Your walls spasm around his cock as he talks, making him groan low in his chest. Heâs almost there, can feel his balls starting to tap against you the deeper he gets until finally, his hips meet yours and you wail.Â
He prods painfully against your cervix and he knows that itâs uncomfortable but heâs not willing to pull back just yet. He needs you to get used to being stretched and stuffed full of every inch of him. He takes care to do slow, gentle grinds, his pelvis catching your clit that eventually makes you relax.Â
âThatâs it,â he praises, âJust relax and let me make you feel good.â
He finally eases off of you, balancing his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, hovering over you. He slowly pulls his hips back, watching you slump against the bed when he finally stops pressing on your cervix.Â
He finally starts fucking you, sliding his cock out just a bit before rolling his hips forward again. It's slow and soft, just testing the waters and getting you used to this new stimulation.Â
It feels entirely different from his fingers. His cock is bigger, fills you so much more, touches deeper.Â
His cock reaches spots deep inside you that his fingers didnât even reach. But heâs permanently pressing against that spot his fingers were torturing. It feels so fucking good.Â
Simon can see the way your eyes roll back as he carefully fucks you. Your first cock and youâre taking it so damn well. It makes him want to see how much more you can take but he knows he needs to ease you into it, he doesn't want to overwhelm you.
âSiâŚâ you sigh softly, blinking as you struggle not to float off and become drunk with pleasure.Â
âI know, pretty,â he coos, kissing your cheek before leaning back on his heels, fastening the thrusts of his hips.Â
You canât keep quiet now, mouth falling open to let out the most precious sounds of pure pleasure. Youâre staring at him with wide eyes, like heâs hung the moon and stars in the sky just for you. His cock fucking throbs at the look of wonder that crosses your face. He knows youâre getting close, can feel how tight youâre clamping around him and he can see how much youâre creaming around him â making a mess at the base of his cock and in the thatch of curls there.Â
âYou gonna cum?â he coos, grinning when you shake your head, âOf course you are. I can fuckinâ feel it, baby. Know you got one for me, go ahead. Cum on my cock real nice, câmon.â
âC-Canât,â you whimper. Itâs too much. Youâre so wet. Itâs fucking messy but you feel yourself at that damn wall, hanging on a thread and waiting for euphoria to come but it doesnât, âPlease! Simon! Please, I-I canât! Please, please, pleaseâŚâ
âFuck,â his hisses when he hears you begging to cum on his cock, âCome on then, baby. You can do it. Just let it go, let me fuck it outta you.â
You toss your head back into the pillows as a sob is ripped from your chest. As if he can sense how much youâre struggling, he brings his thumb down to press against your clit. Your eyes fucking roll, only the whites of them visible. You clench down around him like a vice and it only takes a couple little swipes of his thumb for you to tumble over the edge.Â
It feels unlike anything you could have ever imagined. Pleasure soars through you and your hearing cuts out. It feels like you lose control of your body, unable to do anything but thrash and twitch as he fucks you through it. Youâre not sure if you would prefer him to stop or keep going because itâs all so fucking much that it hurts.Â
Youâre gushing around him, drenching his cock in sticky, creamy cum that drips in thick strings down his balls. Holy fuck.
It feels like hours that youâre speared on his cock, cumming and cumming before it finally leaves you and you collapse against the bed. Youâre still twitching, entire body shivering until he finally slows his thrusts to soft little rolls of his hips. He takes his thumb off of your clit and youâre thankful because it was starting to become unpleasant.Â
You swallow despite how dry your mouth is, eyes finally focusing on him. His brows are furrowed and his bottom lip is tucked into his mouth. Pretty, brown eyes are locked on you and you suddenly feel shy.Â
Had he been watching you the whole time? You hoped you didnât make any ugly faces or embarrassing noises.Â
âFuck,â he coos, seemingly sensing your shame, âThat was a fuckinâ orgasm, love.â
Youâre panting, you realize. And youâre tired. Youâve never felt more relaxed in your life.Â
All you can think is that youâve been missing out on that your whole life? Now youâre not sure youâll be able to even live without it ever again.Â
Simonâs hands cup under your knees and pin them to your chest. You gasp as he bends you as he sees fit. Youâre limp, so completely drunk on the pleasure you just experienced that you simply let him.Â
But you realize heâs even deeper like this â and it doesnât hurt like it did before. Heâs pressing against your back wall and it actually feels good. You feel so sensitive inside, like you can feel every twitch of his cock.Â
Heâs still languidly dragging his cock in and out of you. Itâs a fucking mess between your legs, youâve cum so fucking much that itâs everywhere. Heâs never been covered like this before and itâs fucking hot.Â
Your cum sticks between the two of you in little strings that break and reform every time his hips meet and leave yours. Your little clit is puffy and swollen from your orgasm and he wants to press his thumb against it again but he knows the poor little thing is much too sensitive still.Â
Your legs flop uselessly as he fucks you, eases you past overstimulation until youâre sweetly cooing for him again. He takes that chance to fuck you properly again, intent on finding his own orgasm deep in your cunt.Â
His heavy balls slap against your ass. He wants to cum. He plans to make himself cum like this, just using your pretty pussy. But then he sees your eyes widen again and your lips part almost curiously and his eyes narrow.
âYou feel it again, huh, sweetheart?â he goads, shifting his weight on his knees so his hips are pressed even closer to yours.Â
âC-Canât,â you whisper, the same thing you had before. But itâs different now, âW-Wonât be able to, Si.â
âS that a challenge, love?â he teases, a crooked little smile on his face. You sleepily shake your head, âHmm, I think I can fuck another one out of you. One orgasm wonât be enough, two is a good number for now. Until I train this little cunt to cum for me all night long.â
You whimper, reaching out the claw at his forearms where he pins your knees to your chest. Youâre held so uselessly open, cunt completely vulnerable to his fat cock stuffing you full. His pelvis hits your clit in a way that makes the little bud tingle and your cunt clenches pathetically around him with every thrust he gives you.Â
Sweet little âah, ah, ahâsâ are punched from your lungs every time he sinks completely inside. Heâs gripping your knees harshly, squeezing where he has a grip as his own orgasm starts to creep up on him but heâs going to give you another orgasm. He has to make you cum again, to see you lost in pleasure like that once more. He knows that will push him over the edge, give him what he needs. He wants to cum with you, fill you up while youâre in the throes of pure pleasure that only he has ever given you.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â he gasps, fighting the feeling of his own eyes rolling back in favor of watching you.Â
He loves the way you wear everything you feel on your face. From the looks of wonder when it feels really good to the little rolls of your eyes when he makes it hurt just a bit. Itâs so cute.Â
Makes him want to play around with that little part of you â be a little mean to you.Â
âCum,â he growls, fighting his own orgasm down, âFuckinâ cum right now.â
âI canât!â you wail, kicking against his hold on your knees, pressing down to spread you open even further.Â
His hips slam against yours, loud slaps and slick noises of your gooey cunt filling his ears, âYou can. You will. Cum, sweetheart. You better fuckinâ cum.â
But you shake your head. Itâs so close, you can feel it. Itâs creeping up on you and you want it so bad. You want to feel that pleasure again. But youâre not even sure youâre going to be able to cum again, it feels so much more sensitive than before. Itâs too much.Â
Simon bares his teeth, letting go of one of your legs to drift between your thighs. Your eyes widen, you think heâs going to rub it again â itâs so sensitive that youâre not sure youâll be able to take it.Â
But instead, he does something else.
You hear it before you feel it, a soft little slap followed by the feeling of being electrocuted. Simon watches you with lidded eyes to see how you react. Just like he expected, you wail and your body gives a mean twitch at the impact.Â
So he does it again.Â
And again.Â
And again.
Not too hard, just enough for it to hurt a little bit. A sting against a terribly sensitive little bud. Itâs mean â heâs mean. But he canât fucking help it.Â
He needs you to cum for him again.
âCum,â he snarls, giving your clit another slap.
As if on command, it sends you over the edge. Your legs kick out and he has to abandon your clit to hold you down, pinning you harshly to the bed as he uses all his weight to fuck down into your spasming little cunt. Youâre cumming so hard around him that you stop breathing. He hears the hitch of breath and doesnât hear the exhale. All you do is lay there, cry for him and cum.
He finds his end just as violently, tossing his head back to moan into the room as cum erupts from his cock. His thrusts grow sloppy as he milks the orgasm out of himself, voice breaking as he whimpers from how fucking good it feels.Â
Like no orgasm heâs ever experienced. Itâs like he canât stop cumming, filling you up so much that it oozes out from around his cock.Â
Youâre trembling underneath him when he finally comes down, tearfully gazing up at him with your mouth agape, struggling to catch your breath.
âN-No more,â you pathetically whimper, legs twitching from the aftershocks, âC-Canât take anymore, Si.â
âShh,â he shushes, letting your legs go so you can relax comfortably as he pulls his cock from your pussy.
Itâs twitching and clenching sporadically, still coming down from your orgasm. It makes his cum drip out of your cunt, a mess that spreads to the already messy sheets. Your cum and his mix together to make a sticky, gooey mess that makes his mouth water. He wants to eat it up, stuff his tongue into your tight little hole and swallow it all down.Â
But he canât. Maybe next time, he vows.
His cock gives a valiant kick at the thought of getting to do this again. He sits on his heels, gazing at his messy cock as if softens. He feels dazed, almost drunk.Â
Then he hears the softest little sniffle from you and his eyes snap up to your face to find your crumpled expression and tears falling down your face. You cover your face with your hands and earnestly begin to cry.
âHey, itâs alright, love,â he coos, laying beside you to tuck you into his chest.
âI-I donât know why Iâm crying,â you sob, wrapping your arms around his waist as you cry into him.Â
âIt happens,â he assures, âIt was a lot and youâre just a little overwhelmed sâall. Just let it out, baby.â
And you do, weakly sobbing into his chest until it feels like you canât cry anymore. He holds you through it all, rubbing your back and cooing sweet nothings in your ear until you grow silent.Â
âAlright, love?â he asks.
âS-Sorry, Si,â you sniffle, finally pulling out of the spot in his arms you were hiding in, âI-I donât want you to think I didnât want it or that it was bad. I justâŚâ
He gives you a soft smile, leaning forward to kiss you. Itâs short and sweet, âI donât think that. Like I said, it happens. Sometimes people just cry after sex, nothinâ to worry about.â
âAre you sure?â you sniffle, wiping your cheeks dry when the tears finally stop.
âPositive,â he sits up, âLetâs get cleaned up, alright? We need to change the damn sheets, fuckinâ hell.â
You giggle as you look down at the sheets where a very visible dark spot is sitting where you once laid. You donât even have time to be embarrassed before heâs swooping you off of the bed and escorting you to the bathroom.
Itâs too small for both of you to fit but you make it work. He wipes you down with a warm cloth before hopping into the shower to rinse and clean himself before he gets out and lets you do the same. While you do that, he changes the bedding completely and replaces it with new sheets and blankets for the two of you to sleep in together.Â
When you finally stumble into the bedroom, he wraps his arms around you and urges you onto the bed. You giggle as you flop onto the bed before he crawls in after you and covers the both of you up, wrapping himself around you until youâre tucked securely against him.Â
âI take it you liked it?â he finally whispers.
You shyly nod, âI-It was umâŚfun.â
âFelt real good, huh?â he teases, grinning wolfishly when you whimper.
âY-Yeah,â you whisper, âIt felt really good. I already want to do it again.â
Simon groans, hugging you tightly before shaking his head, âYouâre gonna be insatiable. Gonna give my cock a run for its money.â
You giggle, affectionately petting his hair before he looks at you with the softest expression youâve ever seen. Itâs like his eyes are sparkling in the low light of the bedroom. He leans forward and ever so softly kisses your forehead, then your nose, before he reaches your lips. He pecks them softly, pulling back for just a second before he kisses you again.Â
âI love you,â he whispers, so soft that you almost miss it.Â
And your heart begins to race. You almost struggle to find the words to reciprocate. But when you do, he smiles and tucks you against him again, big arms wrapped around you like a bear hug.
Itâs almost surreal. You canât believe youâre here after everything â with him.Â
Like youâve dreamed your whole life, he loves you just like you love him.Â
PART ONE.
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Would you ever do like mob and Simonâs first date night together or something like that ( love your writing )
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the wine sits idle in the middle of the table. simon leans back against his chair, sighing deeply as he runs a big palm over his lower stomach, all pudgy and full from the meal you had placed on the table.
you had surprised him. candles on the table, his favorite red wine decanted into a crisp glass, beef short ribs falling apart over a plate of mashed potatoes. he had no time to scold you for cooking because you had been finished by the time he stepped through the door.
immaculate, sweet girl. the first bite of the food had him sucking on his teeth, biting back a moan. such a good meal, perfection in a pot, with creamy potatoes that had him licking the prongs of the fork as he watched you from across the table, eyes glazed over with love for feeding him better than he ever had been in his whole life. he had seconds, thirds, pawing at your skirt when you asked if he wanted more, his tongue sliding over the knife that he didn't even need to get any piece of sauce off the plate.
and then dessert. perfect little chocolate cakes in pretty little tins, with a cracked top. and when he broke the surface with his spoon, it was flooded with hot ganache, a gooey molten lava cake that he gave you heart eyes for as he ate it up with dramatic slurps.
fuck, he cannot stop looking at you. maybe you put poison in the food because you've never looked more beautiful than you do right now. you're sitting there, hair off your face, spoon in your mouth as you lick off the warm chocolate from it. that pretty pink tongue sliding over the edge of it, gathering that sweet center and swallowing, the bob of your throat making his breath catch as he follows it all the way to the low neckline of your dress. that sweetheart neckline makes your tits look so perky, so bouncy, and he can tell you aren't wearing a bra because he can see your nipples between the polka dot pattern.
"come 'ere," simon says lowly, dropping the spoon with a defiant clatter onto his plate. you smile, standing from your seat, and you bounce over to where he's sitting. simon sits you down on the table in front of him, shoving his plate far back to give you room. he picks up his glass of wine and chugs it practically, licking the last drop before setting down the glass and flipping you over with practiced ease.
you gasp as your hips hit the wood. you bend, barely having enough time to catch yourself with your hands before you hear his chair scrape against the floor. you can feel his size as he stands up and towers over you, and your toes curl when you hear the buckle of his belt.
"w-what--"
"'m not gonna fuck ya, baby," simon sighs, smoothing his hands up the back of your thighs before flipping your skirt up. he snorts when he sees you're wearing polka dot panties to match your little dress, and you squeak when he grips the flimsy fabric with one big hand and shreds it with ease, tossing it aside. "first time 's gonna be so nice, i promise..." he clicks his tongue, "but fuck, ya gotta let me, luvvie..."
"please," you gasp, sliding back a little, pressing your ass against the front of his jeans. you can feel the open zipper scratch against your cunt, and he sighs shakily. you hear the rustle of fabric, and you sob with relief when you feel the warmth of his cock slap against your ass. "oh, god--simon!"
"i know, luv," he groans, "i know...not ready for it, not yet..." he licks his lips, sliding your dress up further, exposing your lower back and the sweat that's gathered there. he grips himself at the base, swiping over his wet tip before using it to give himself a languid stroke. at the first sound of a squelch, you whine, and he squeezes your hip gently. "agggh--fuck--"
your back bows when he slides his cock between your thighs. he's so big. thick and wide, not as lengthy as you might have expected but god, he's got the girth of your fucking arm. he keeps your back arched as he grips your wrists and tugs, drawing you up until your neck leans back against his chest. he gives you a slow thrust, the tip of his cock catching on your clit as he rolls his hips just right.
"oh--simon--"
"can't wait," he mumbles, sliding a thick palm over your throat, mouthing against your ear. "fuck, i can't wait to 'ave ya...can't wait to devour this fuckin' pussy--"
"simon--" you cry, reaching up and gripping his hand around your throat, and you sob again when you feel the cold band of his wedding ring. mine, mine, mine, mine--
"wot's y'r fuckin' name, baby?" simon asks, rocking his hips. you shake every time he hits your clit, and with his tight grip, all you can do is stand there and take it as he fucks your thighs. his cock is moving so nice between your folds, stimulating every little part of you, and you aren't coherent enough to be ashamed of how wet you are, starting to soak his cock and contribute to the intense wet shlick that sounds from between your legs. "huh? tell me--"
"'m mrs. riley," you babble, sucking his fingers into your mouth as they move up your throat. your eyes flutter shut, your entire body going slack as he lets go of your wrist with his free hand and pulls your hips back against his.
"tha's right," simon grunts, "my pretty girl. my perfect little wife, cookin' so fucking good for me, takin' such good care o' me, fuck--" simon groans, "rock fuckin' hard ever since i walked through tha' fuckin' door, baby."
"mmm--!" you squeal, bracing yourself against the edge of the table as he cups your pussy with one hand and cums between your folds the next. with just a few warm strokes, you're spilling into his palm, jelly in his arms as he collapses into the seat behind him and cradles you in his lap. "mrs...mrs. riley..." you're babbling again, giggling all warm and lucid, and simon chuckles as he cups the back of your head, feeding you his wet fingers and cursing under his breath as he watches you lick the slick off his hand.
you pay special attention to his ring finger, tongue swirling around the gold band. when you let his finger go with a pop, your eyes flutter open, and they meet his.
yeah, he thinks. she's ready.
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Discord 18+Â -Â Twitter - Part Two of Outlaw Series
Pairing: Outlaw!Suguru Geto x Female Reader Genre: Western AU WC: 8.7k Summary:
âGettinâ train tickets ainât easy. Where ya headed?â âJust a few towns over. Goinâ to visit family,â you explain, now more relaxed with him. Something about the way he was able to soothe your nerves makes Suguru feel proud. It also is making him clearly insane, because some sick part of Suguru begins to think he could be your family. If youâll let him. âWhat about you?â His brows shoot up in surprise. Why would you want to know about him? âMe?â You nod quickly. âI know youâreâŚâ You lean forward and Suguru mirrors the action as shivers race up his spine when you whisper scandalously, â...an outlaw.â
Story Warning: Train robbery, hostage situation, lying and scheming, profanity bc bitch it's me??, dub-con, Suguru has a corruption kink, needy downbad Suguru, "virgin" reader, guns, smut, blowjob, riding, fingering, spit, thinking about spitting, i love spit, dirty fantasies, titty sucking probably, using ropes, hair pulling (lmfaooooo), threats of violence, dirty talk, inexperienced reader, spit!, overstimulation, humiliation kink, Suguru is kinda pathetic, actually real pathetic, don't get your hopes up idk
Artist Credit: @/tsumusbeloved (on twitter)
A/N: FINALLYYYYY. This has been sitting in my drafts for like 3 months!!! I hope yall enjoy!!!
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Itâs the shrill screech of the metal meeting metal on the train tracks that Suguru enjoys most about his work. How this massive tank of metal carrying so many people can just fly across the country, providing beautiful views of miles and miles of desert sands and mountains. The wildlife roams free on the frontier without a care in the world. And the train just keeps going, filling the sky with thick curls of black smoke.
Yeah, this train has many people on it.
Which means, this train has plenty of goods that will soon be his.
âAh, you dropped your hat, boss.â A smooth voice speaks behind Suguru, holding open the train door as one other clambers in. Suguru kindly grabs his hat from the man, placing it atop his head as he watches his partner take the last personâs hand, lifting them inside.
Itâs a woman, small and with strawberry blonde hair. She grabs onto the man before her. The disgust is clear on her face as her eyes roam along his body.
âCouldnât pick another day to wear no shirt, Larue?â She complains, spreading a small cloud of dust as she brushes her clothes off.
Larue shrugs, chuckling lightly while he closes the train door. The rushing roar of the winds finally subsides. âItâs hot as all hell outside, Manami. Why not be shirtless? Besides, it gives everyone something spectacular to gawk at.â He motions towards his chest where his new set of ink lies â two hearts, one where each of his nipples are.
âA drunken bet gone right, if you ask me,â Larue had said the night after. âTheyâre gonna love these at the whorehouse.â
âIf you twoâre finishedâŚâ Suguru begins. Both Larue and Manami straighten up. âI wanna get in ân outta here. No funny business. Larue, take the back of the train. Better for you to be there in case the conductor gets any ideas. Grab what âya can get your hands on â jewels, shoes, money. Donât matter.â Suguru taps his chin in thought, running through his mental list to make sure he hasnât forgotten anything. âOh! And donât forget to check the bars for any spoons or forks. Yâknow what that silverâs worth. Me ân Manami will take the front of the train.â
Larue nods, no further instruction needed and Manami smiles next to him excitedly. She quickly shuffles over to Suguruâs side, looping her arm through his and Suguru rolls his eyes before slipping his arm out of her hold. Manami shoots him a pouty look before she quickly recovers, folding her arms over her chest.
âAlright, Boss. Iâm ready.â She says with a hushed tone. Larue gives one more nod before he turns around and heads the opposite way. He slides the door slightly ajar, peering inside and just after he enters and the door has been shut and locked, Suguru and Manami hear the muffled shrieks of the passengers in the car.
âHands in the fucking air! This is a stick up!â
Suguru peers down at Manami who is already staring up at him with eager eyes. And it takes everything in Suguru to not roll his eyes in response. She really gets on his last nerve.
âI gotta get rid of her after this one,â he thinks as he moves past the woman and into the opposite end of the train.
He slips through the door, closing it quietly behind Manami once sheâs in. No one bothers to look up when they come in and Suguru counts his lucky stars that this will be easier than he anticipated. They make their way along the aisle, offering soft smiles to the passengers that happen to look up as they pass. Suguru thinks thereâs nothing but a bunch of carefree monkeys too relaxed and stupid as all hell on this train. They donât even know whatâs coming and if they know whatâs good for them, they wonât bother to fight back when they find out.
He lets Manami do the work of maintaining a mental checklist of every item worth its salt in this train car. This is where heâll leave Manami to do her part. Then Suguru will take the final car where the stragglers usually reside. Larue is already taking care of everything in the back. When heâs done, heâll pile up all the goods in an empty car and then make his rounds to grab what Manami and Suguru collect.
When they reach the end of the current car, Suguru turns to Manami who is already reaching into her blouse. She beams, eyes locked on Suguru as she slowly pulls out a pretty little Coltâs revolver. Her lips pull up at the corners, a sly grin on her face. If itâs meant to be alluring to Suguru, itâs not working. In fact itâs having the opposite effect. Itâs so annoying, the way her pupils dilate when she looks at him. Itâs only been a few months since Manami joined their group, but itâs only getting worse for Suguru. She spends half her time trying to seduce him and failing. And itâs not that Manami is unattractive. Sheâs a very beautiful woman, but sheâs not exactly Suguruâs type.
Heâs looking for someone a bit moreâŚinexperienced when it comes to this life of crime. Someone he can mold into his ideal woman, untouched by the roughness that west has to offer. Manami has been doing this for far too long, and already has habits that consistently get under Suguruâs skin. Sheâd never interest him that way.
The pink haired woman flashes Suguru her gun, pointing her chin towards the last car as a signal for him to go on. Suguru nods, spinning on his heel and heading towards his destination. And just in time too, because he hears the door on the other end of the train car close and he knows Larue has finished and has come to assist Manami.
The train car slides shut behind Suguru right as he hears the passengers scream in the car behind him. Itâs louder than the first instance and catches the attention of the passengers in his car who now stare at him with wide eyes, mouths agape like a sea of fish.
Suguru rubs the nape of his neck, frowning. Then, offering a goofy grin, he mutters, âAh wellâŚâ He reaches behind him, wrapping his nimble fingers around the cool, wooden handle tucked into his waistband. He whips out his revolver, the sun glaring off of the fancy gold weapon as Suguru aims it at the passengers who all shriek in terror. The women clutch their jewels. The men hold onto their women. And Suguru? He laughs raucously before he barks out, âPut âem up!â
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Itâs a little surprising how easily the heist goes, but Suguru tries not to give it too much thought. You start thinking somethingâs gonna go wrong and it damn sure will. While Manami is guiding passengers into the back cars, Larue has the conductor held hostage, locked away with threats of a bullet to his skull unless he continues driving. Heâd only shown his face and quickly hid away in his cabin when Suguru told him to use his fucking brain unless he wanted it splattered across the window.
Now, Suguru finds himself roaming the cabin to see if there are any stragglers. And there is one. A very beautiful woman, at that. There you sit, in the last seat of the train car. He slowly makes his way over to you. Suguru thinks you must be some type of saloon girl. Your pretty little dress and waist neatly cinched in a leather corset is the giveaway. He glances over his shoulder, just to be sure this cabin is empty, only to find that it truly is only himself and you left. He hates having to wrangle the stragglers. Thatâs Manami and Larueâs job. And Suguru hates it even more when theyâre not doing it.
He tightens the grip on his gun, turning to give you an earful until his eyes meet yours. Theyâre so wide and glistening, like youâre on the verge of tears. Your lips are quivering, your bottom lip protruding in a pout. It reminds him of the look Manami gave him just before the heist started. Except when coming from you, for some reason, itâs bringing out a different reaction.Â
His heart rate quickens, and Suguruâs hands suddenly feel clammy and not from the heat in this train car. He can feel sweat beginning to bead on his forehead and he has to swallow to quell the dryness thatâs forming in his throat. Then heâs tucking his weapon away into his holster and moving towards you.
âI beg your pardon, maâam,â Suguru speaks calmly as he takes the seat in front of you. You peer up at him, with apparent fear in your eyes and he wants nothing more than to see that look disappear. Usually, heâd use force to get you out and rounded up with the rest of the passengers. Heâs not sure why, but thereâs something about you that makes Suguru want to take care of you. âWhy didnât you leave with the rest of the crowd?â He questions.
Youâre fidgeting with the fabric of your dress in your lap, visibly shaken even as Suguru removes his hat and sets it on the seat in front of you before he sits down.
âIââ you clear your throat and bite down on your lip, seemingly to calm your nerves.Â
âIâm not gonna hurt ya, maâam,â he tells you softly, reassuring you. âJust wonderinâ.â Suguru takes this time to drink in your features â how soft you look, the way your body so beautifully fills that dress of yours, how youâve got a face that will be burned into his memory long after this encounter.
And for some reason, it also feels as if it was burned into his memory long before this encounter. Thereâs a familiarity about you that Suguru canât quite place. Heâs certain heâs seen your face somewhere. He had been through many saloons and brothels in his time traveling the frontier. Perhaps he had run into you in one of the many establishments he frequented?Â
No. No, Suguru would remember if he saw a woman who looked like you in any of those places. You would have easily stood out in the crowd. He would have called you up to his room on any of those nights.Â
You bite down on your lip as you stare at Suguru. As afraid as you look, you donât break eye contact. To see you so stricken with fear, and yet you steadily look him in the eye without blinking. You show courage even when faced with danger, and it does something to him.Â
The look on your face has him picturing all sorts of things about you and he doesnât even know your name.
âI was afraid,â you mutter quietly.Â
Thankfully so, because Suguru was just about to begin imagining a life outside of crime with you. Which is shocking in and of itself. Three minutes of simply staring at you had him visualizing a future on the prairie hanging laundry on the line while you fed the cattle.
âKeep it together.â
âDonât be scared. Iâm not gonna hurt nobody,â Suguru reassures you again. He tries to calm your nerves with a smile which seems to work because he sees you visibly exhale. You return his gesture with a small smile of your own, and his imagination runs wild once more.
âPromise?â You ask, Suguruâs smile widens.Â
âCute,â he thinks. He wants to see more of those. âI promise, sweetheart.â
He can hear the way you huff, something between a laugh and a sigh of relief. And Suguru finds himself becoming more and more infatuated with you as he keeps the conversation going.
âGettinâ train tickets ainât easy. Where ya headed?â
âJust a few towns over. Goinâ to visit family,â you explain, now more relaxed with him. Something about the way he was able to soothe your nerves makes Suguru feel proud.
It also is making him clearly insane, because some sick part of Suguru begins to think he could be your family. If youâll let him.
âWhat about you?â
His brows shoot up in surprise. Why would you want to know about him? âMe?â
You nod quickly. âI know youâreâŚâ You lean forward and Suguru mirrors the action as shivers race up his spine when you whisper scandalously, â...an outlaw.â
He leans back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully while he purses his lips together. His gaze is locked onto you because he wonders if youâre up to something. If youâre not as sweet and innocent as you look. But when you lean back and flutter your lashes at him, he begins to doubt it. That sweet face of yours is a rare one to see on this side of the wild west; beautiful and unscarred. You donât look like youâve been exposed to anything more dangerous than a thunderstorm. And itâs arousing. The air of innocence that you carry has Suguru shifting in his seat, his pants suddenly feeling tighter.
This is exactly what heâs been wanting. Someone opposite of Manami, someone who is interested in his life, but not involved with crime in the least. As far as he can tell, youâre clean as a whistle. And Suguru likes to think heâs good at reading people.
âNever seen a outlaw before?â He drawls. You shake your head, back to messing around nervously with your dress.
âNever,â you answer softly, batting those pretty, long lashes at him. âOnly seen âem on signs. WantedâŚdead, or alive.â
Oh, you really are sheltered.
âWell, now youâve seen one in person.â Suguru combs his fingers through his dark tresses, grinning like his criminal status is one to be proud of. To him, he supposes it is. âWhat dâya think?â
You do that lip biting thing that Suguru is beginning to realize he finds cute. Maybe itâs a nervous tick, but this time it seems itâs to be you holding back a smile. Everything you do is cute to him. Everything you do is sweet, innocent, arousing.
âIâŚâ You lean forward in your seat again, and whether you realize it or not, it gives Suguru a perfect view of the swell of your breasts. Itâs a struggle to keep his focus on your face when your skin looks so smooth, and unmarred, perfect. Those plush lips of yours whisper, â...I think itâs exciting.â
He can only think one thought in this moment.
He wants to ruin you.
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
âWhatâs excitinâ about it?â He asks, though he has an idea what it is. The travel, not being tied down to anyone or anything, the freedom this life provides. Itâs what they all say when they try to make small talk. âPretty girl like you canât possibly know nothinâ about this life.â
You inhale deeply, leaning back in your seat and Suguru watches closely, the way your chest rises and falls with the breath. âWell, I never seen a outlaw in person. Surely never spoke to one. AndâŚâ You purse your lips together, like youâre contemplating if you should say the next thing. But you do anyway. âI just never thought a outlaw could be so pretty.â
His eyes widen, the corners of his lips rising with a goofy grin. âPretty?â He chuckles, combing his fingers through his hair again. âYou really think so?â
Heâs been called a lot of things, but pretty is not one of them.
âYep. Look at ya.â You stand, moving quickly to cross the small gap between you both and take a seat next to him. You reach for his arm, then hesitate, pulling back for a second. You peer up at Suguru, silently asking permission and he nods. Your fingers ghost along his forearm, over his bicep, along his neck where his Adam's apple bobs with a gulp, and then your hand is cupping his cheek. Your trail leaves behind a trail of goosebumps.
And Suguruâs pants grow tighter.
Suguru has had his fair share of women and men alike during his time as a felon. But youâre particularly tempting. Heâs not sure heâs ever wanted someone as badly as he wants you right now and itâs been all of ten minutes in this train car together. But any minute now, his crew is going to come through those doors and tell him theyâre ready to go. And then Suguru will have to leave and the chances of him seeing you ever again are slim to none.Â
But on the bright side, the chances of him seeing you again are slim to none. Itâs a little sudden, but you seem like you want him with the way youâre feeling him up right about now. Maybe you'd let him bury his cock as deep as he can go, fuck you until youâre screaming his name, begging and crying on his cock. Then heâll fill you with his seed, maybe leave a baby in you to remember him by if youâre lucky and then heâll grab his spoils with Larue and the rest and go. Then he'll never see you again.Â
This desert is far and wide. Heâd have you today, then never have to face you again for the rest of his life. A woman like you? You'll be just fine. A pretty face and an even prettier smile. Though he thinks you're a bit naive. Have to be to be sitting here chatting with him like heâs some gentleman you met on a leisurely trip to see your relatives. Regardless, there will be some poor fool out there that'll be happy to have you after he's had his way with you.
âWerenât you just daydreaming about settling down with this woman?â
âPretty eyes,â you hum, pulling Suguru from his filthy fantasies. âNice skin, pretty lips. JustâŚvery pretty.â Your thumb caresses his skin and his eyes can't help but notice the way your gaze is locked to his lips. He pokes his tongue out, watching your eyes widen just slightly at the motion, as he runs the wet muscle along his lips. And heâs right back in his head, thinking of all the ways he could have you.
Thereâs no mistaking the thick tension filling the room at this moment. Like a lightning bolt hitting the same spot repeatedly. Each stroke of your fingers along his cheek only intensifies the mood. Suguruâs lips curl into a teasing smirk, and yours into one that matches. âWhy do I feel like you're trouble?â He says.
Your smile widens, and like a magnet, Suguru finds himself slowly being drawn closer and closer to you. Even as a soft laugh falls from your lips, his mind is wiped clean of all thoughts that don't consist of you.
âMe? Thatâs funny cominâ from a outlaw like yourself,â you mutter just as you close the distance between you, pressing your lips teasingly to Suguru's. They barely touch, truly a ghost of a touch but Suguru still has to swallow down the moan that damn near bursts from his chest the second your mouth was close enough to his.
You pull away suddenly, covering your lips as you lean away, your eyes wide with worry. ââm sorry.â
âWhat are you apologizinâ for?â Suguru asks, scooting closer.
âI donât know whatâs gotten into meâŚI justâŚâ Youâre back to fidgeting with your dress again, and Suguru places a large hand over yours to stop the movement. âYouâre a criminal, and Iâm just me. I shouldnât even be talkinâ to you.â You stare up at him with wide eyes, and fuck he wants you.
You look so sweet, so pure looking at him like that. And he feels a little like a piece of shit because while youâre looking at him with probably innocent thoughts floating around in your head, heâs thinking about how heâd love nothing more than to cover your face in his seed.
âIâm not a bad guy,â Suguru lies easily. âHave I done bad things?â He shrugs, because heâs done way too many terrible things to count. Better not to give a real answer to that one. âBut Iâm enjoyinâ our conversation. The kiss was just a perk. Wouldnât mind it if it happened again. Iâd gladly accept it.â
âButâŚI donât even know youâŚâ
âAll the better,â is what he wants to say, but instead, he tells you, âAnd thatâs fine. Listenââ he squeezes your hand gently. âBest part of beinâ a criminal is that I just do what I want. Donât gotta ask permission for nothinâ.â
Your eyes swim with curiosity. âItâs that easy?â
âYep. Do what makes ya feel good, sweetheart.â
You still donât look convinced, and if this next question doesnât work, Suguru will have no choice but to tie you up and dump you in the other train car with the rest of the hostages. He doesnât have much time to waste trying to get you just to kiss him.
âLemme ask yaâŚdid you like kissinâ me?â
He knows he should be worrying about the heist, not some pretty face distracting him from the job. But when you speak again, he tells himself the job can go to hell.
âYesâŚbutâŚI got scared. Iâ Iâve only done some things with a manâŚâ you admit quietly. âAnd Iâm not too good at it.â
Fuck. He has to have you.
âThatâs not a problem, sweetheart,â he reassures you, and you beam.
Your hand grasps onto Suguruâs, squeezing tightly. âReally?â
He nods. âI donât got much time before I gotta leave, but I can show ya some things real quick.â
âYouâll show me? How to do things?â Your voice is eager, so ready. Suguru is finding it hard to contain how much youâre turning him on right now. âLike kissinâ andâŚyâknow other stuff?â
âWhat kinda stuff?â He asks, because he wants you to say it. Wants to know how far youâre willing to go if youâve never done a damn thing before. You pinch your lips together, turning your head away shyly. But Suguru gently cups your chin, turning you to look at him again.
âWhat kinda stuff?â He repeats. âTell me.â
âStuffâŚthat makes a manâŚyâknowâŚâ
He grins, tauntingly. âEnlighten me,â he whispers.
âStuff to make a manâŚâ you worry your lip between your teeth. â...feel good.â
Oh hell.Â
What type of good deeds has Suguru done to find himself here? With someone as virtuous as you, who is asking him of all people to show you how to please him? He has half a mind to tell you no. Heâs got shit to do and his partners are bound to come looking for him any minute. But his cock is screaming within the confines of his pants to get into those undergarments of yours. And thereâs no argument to be had here.Â
Heâs listening to his dick.
Suguru crashes his lips to yours, swallowing up the yelp that escapes you from the sudden kiss. âIâll teach ya whatever ya want, pretty girl.â He groans into your mouth.Â
He kisses you hard, but slowly, giving you time to catch up. Youâre a little slow to pick up, but you get there. Your lips slot against his, fingers slipping into his hair and holding on tight, making Suguru groan into the kiss once more.
âWe donât got a lotta time,â he breathes against you.
You nod, pulling away to look up at him. âWhat dâya want?â
You.
He needs you â bent over the passenger seat and holding onto the bar sitting atop it while he fucks you from behind. He needs you sitting on his face, needs your hand around his length. But heâs looking at your face again, so desperate for instruction. Looks at your lips, swollen from the little bit of kissing youâve been doing. And he knows exactly what he needs in this moment.
âEver had a cock in your mouth?â He shifts, sitting back against the seat.
You shake your head.
âEver touched one?â
Another shake of your head.
âWhat have you done?â
You hum, thinking only for a short time before you answer. âKissed.â
What fucking luck.
Doesnât matter what they score off the train today. This is the biggest reward of all.
âGood,â Suguru says, tugging your hand until you stand. With a grin, he guides you to the floor until youâre sitting up on your knees. âThere wonât be another man whoâs had ya then. Iâll show ya how to please me, make me feel good.âÂ
You nod, and Suguru canât believe how easy this was as he fumbles with his belt, quickly undoing the buckle. He yanks his pants down, along with his underwear. Only to his knees. He wants to be able to get up quickly if needed. Suguruâs dick sits against his stomach, fat and long, with a harsh red tip that leaks with precum. He peers down at you, your eyes honed in on his length.
âTouch it,â he whispers encouragingly.
Your eyes meet as you move, your hands wrapping around Suguru tenderly, pulling a hiss from him. You hold his length like itâs a foreign object, and he supposes it is to you since itâs the first time youâve done. Suguru grits his teeth, bringing a hand up to your fist. Youâre simply touching him and his dick is throbbing in your grip.
âMove your handâŚup ân down,â he tells you. âLike this.â He guides you, helping to move your hand in slow and light pumps until youâve found a rhythm that works. His head falls back as the pleasure takes over. âAhhhâshit, just like that, pretty girl.â
âItâs so bigâŚâ you sigh, licking your lips as you stroke his cock slowly.
From here, Suguru is certain he has a perfect view of you. Eyes wide and curious while you observe every ridge and vein running along his length. It turns him on beyond measure, his hips jerking upward in your grasp.Â
âDamn,â he moans, fucking himself into your hands. For someone with no experience, you hold his dick just right. He never knew a womanâs touch could feel this good, but youâre a natural talent. You stroke him so good, his mouth falls slack as he lets himself enjoy the feeling of your hands around him. But you surprise him, just as youâve been doing all this time, his eyes snapping open just in time to watch you lick from the base of his length all the way to the tip, teasing the slit with your tongue and lapping up the bead of precum that sits there.
âItâs salty,â you giggle before you kiss down his shaft, bringing your attention to his balls, kissing and licking the two orbs teasingly. Suguru inhales sharply, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the sensation makes his head swim with pleasure. Especially when your hand wraps around Suguruâs length again, pumping him up and down, slowly as you continue to lap at his balls.
âYouâre already so good at this,â Suguru pants heavily.
âI am?âÂ
He can hear the excitement in your voice, so eager to please him. It turns him on knowing that youâre trying so hard to make him feel good. He wonders if you can feel his cock throb in your hands.
âSo fucking good,â he praises you, loving the way you hum against him.
âCan I put it in my mouth?â You ask sweetly, squeezing your hands around his cock.
âGod, please.â
When you take Suguru into the warmth of your mouth, you hum around him, and the vibrations make him shiver, back arching off of the seat. His palm finds the back of your head, his hips rolling up so he can shove his cock as far as possible without hurting you. Heâs gentle at first. Youâve never done this before, after all. He wants to give you the time you need to adjust, though he canât afford to give you too much. Which seems to be just fine, because just like before, you catch on quickly. You take his cock damn near to the base, and you take it so well, relaxing your throat for him so itâs easy.Â
âCould fuck this pretty little mouth all day,â Suguru grunts, pumping into you. âSo goddamn good.â The sound of his balls slapping against your chin as he fucks your face has his legs trembling, pleasure shooting straight up his spine. He wants to grab your head and push you down further, make you swallow all of him until he blows his load down your throat, then make you swallow that, too. But he doesnât want to cum just yet.
He craves more from you. He needs more from you.
You hum again, sending another vibration through him as your fingers come up, caressing his balls. And Suguru squeezes his eyes shut, trying so hard not to cum. âAhâ shit, shit!â He pushes at your shoulders, forcing you off of him with a loud and wet pop. You look rather pleased with yourself, smiling when you see his red cheeks and the way he rapidly tries to catch his breath.
Like he noted before. Youâre trouble.
âFuck, youâre fuckinâ perfect,â he gasps, staring at your chin dripping with saliva and his juices. Suguru watches through hooded eyes as you swipe it away. He could watch you on your knees all day, taking his cock down your throat time and time again. But unfortunately, time is not on his side today. He needs to hurry it up.
âCâmere, pretty,â he calls for you, taking your hand. You stand, waiting for your next instruction as Suguru leans forward in his seat. His hands find your waist, pulling you close enough that he can press a kiss to your stomach before he leans back again. âPull up your skirt for me.â
âOkayâŚâ you agree, shakily. You reach for the hem of your skirt, pulling the layers of fabric as high as itâll go. Suguru always hated these damn dresses. Itâs like digging for gold trying to get through every damn piece of clothing. But eventually, you get to the end, revealing your bare thighs to him. Soft, plush, beautiful. But what heâs truly interested in remains concealed by your underwear.
Suguru swallows hard before he drags his finger along your clothed pussy, grinning when your thighs tremble just barely. His gaze glides back up your form until they rest on your face, watching as your mouth falls open with a silent moan.Â
Hard to believe youâve never been touched here. Also, so very arousing to think youâve never been touched here. He thanks his lucky stars that youâre allowing him to be the first.
He slips his finger into the fabric, his slender fingers quickly finding your slit and sliding along your folds. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels how soaked you are. He briefly brushes a finger against your entrance, pausing when he feels you tense up.
âMight hurt a little,â he warns as softly as he can manage right now. But you whisper, âgo aheadâ, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as he dips his finger into your pussy, biting back a moan when he feels your soft walls clench down on his hand. Itâs tight, as expected but he moves slowly, pulling back every so often to work his way further.
You whimper above him, squeezing his shoulders as your breaths come rapidly while Suguru pumps his finger in and out of your hole. Your bottom lip sits between your teeth, and your brows are knitted together.
Youâre enjoying this.Â
And heâs enjoying watching you.
Suguru presses his thumb to your clit, slowly circling the sensitive nub. Dark eyes lock with yours as his other hand finds the top of your dress where he hooks his fingers into the cups and pulls it down. Your breasts spill out of the fabric and your breath hitches when the air caresses your nipples. Suguru kneads the soft flesh, his thumb swiping across one of the hardened buds.Â
âAhhh, yes,â you moan, your voice barely above a whisper. Your head falls back with a loud gasp as Suguru slips another finger into you.Â
âBeinâ real good for me,â he coos. His dick grows painfully harder as he slowly thrusts his fingers inside of you, while his thumb stimulates your clit. Heâs panting trying to hold himself together while he preps you for what he wants next. Your hips move on their own, riding Suguruâs hand, chasing your high.Â
âFeel good?â He grunts, fingers slipping into you over and over, curling inside, and hitting your sweet spot and you canât help but to gasp quietly each time Suguru touches it.Â
âY-yes, feels incredible,â you whine.
Suguruâs eyes are locked on your center where he watches his fingers disappear into your cunt over and over, your slick coating his hand more with each thrust. It only adds to Suguruâs struggle to keep it together as he ignores the pulsing need of his cock. Your pleasured moans and the squelching sound of your dripping pussy fill the space of the train car.
âIâmââ you breathe harshly against him and he feels your walls squeeze down on his digits. Youâre close already.
âGonna cum, sweetheart?â Suguruâs fingers dip into you faster. His eyes linger on your face as his thumb rubs tight circles on the sensitive bud between your legs. Your eyes flutter closed, mouth hanging open as a delicious moan rushes past your lips, your grip on Suguruâs shoulders tightening so much it stings. But he loves it, loves feeling your pussy squeezing down on his fingers, sucking them deeper as your release crashes over you until he can feel your cum dripping down his fingers and into his palm as he keeps pumping into you.
Suguru sighs as he stares at his fingers, slowly pulling them from you. He licks his lips, admiring his slick covered hand.
Heâs never taken the time to just enjoy the moment with anyone. Never cared much to please a woman. Itâs easier for him to just get himself off and high tail it out of there. No attachment to these ladies, no reason to stick around. But what is it about you that makes him want to see all the ways your body is capable of falling apart? Because itâs a beautiful sight to behold.Â
âOutlawâŚâ you murmur, slipping your undergarments down your legs until youâre able to kick them off. You push Suguru back by the shoulders, lifting your skirt so that you can easily maneuver into his lap. His hands find your hips beneath your dress as you straddle him, and his thumbs caress the soft skin gently.
âYeah, beautiful?â
So beautiful. He canât stop staring at you and your eyes, glazed over with desire. You lean forward, the heat from between your legs making Suguruâs length twitch. It lightly taps your core and you gasp. Your hands clutch onto the bar that runs along the top of the train seat, one on each side of his head. Suguruâs palms glide around to your backside, squeezing the flesh of your ass. You brush your nose against his, soft breaths mingling with his as you whisper, âmake love to me, outlawâŚâ just before your lips touch.
And Suguruâs groaning into your mouth, because this kiss is different. Itâs hungry, hot, full of want and need. Itâs sloppy and rushed, because youâre both aware of the time crunch youâre in. Itâs intoxicating, addicting, the way he never wants to stop kissing you. To hell with the heist.
âReady for me, pretty girl?â Suguru pants, a hand gripping his cock. He can feel the heat of your pussy radiating off of you and it makes him all the more eager to have you.
Your eyes are wide, filled with something Suguru thinks may be excitement. Heâs not sure he sees any hesitation or fear behind your eyes. You want him badly, itâs clear as day. He wants you just as badly, if not more. So he positions himself at your entrance, nudging your hole gently with his tip.Â
A small whimper slips past your lips, and Suguru kisses you sweetly. âItâs only gonna hurt for a second,â he coos. âPromiseâŚâ
He kisses you again, muttering, âIâm pushinâ inâŚâ against your lips.
You close your eyes, teeth digging into your bottom lip as Suguru rolls his hips forward, slowly sinking his tip into your pussy, only stopping when you let out a harsh breath.
ââS a tight fit,â he murmurs through gritted teeth. An understatement. Your pussy is gripping him with so much force, heâs struggling to breathe. Youâre holding him hostage within your walls and the feeling has him tightening his hold on your ass. âYou alright?â
Because he wants to make sure it feels good for you, too. Your pleasure is his. Which is a whole new feeling for him in and of itself. Heâs aware of how the tables have turned. What started as him wanting to show you ways to please him, turned into him desperate to please you. But he likes it that way.
You nod, moaning quietly when Suguru keeps moving forward. âOhhhâŚâÂ
âGod, this pussy is so fuckinâ ââ he canât even finish his sentence. He needs to focus all his attention on not cumming already.
You take him all the way to the base, moaning loudly when you fully sink onto him. Your grip tightens around the bar, steadying yourself as Suguru lifts you by your ass before pulling you back down on him, so slowly. âFuuuckââ he groans. He thrusts into you at a leisurely pace, slow and controlled, giving you time to adjust to his size.Â
But his kissesâŚtheyâre rough. Such a contrast to the way heâs fucking you right now. The pleasure is overwhelming to Suguru, and when your tongue slips into his mouth, itâs him thatâs whimpering now, thrusting just a little faster, a little harder.
âDamn, you take my cock so good, pretty girlââ he growls into your mouth. âLove the way you ride me.â He smacks your ass hard, eyes falling to your breast, bouncing up and down with the rhythm of his thrusts. He takes one into his mouth, greedily lapping at your nipple, nipping and sucking and loving the way your cries get louder.
âOh my god, fuck!â
âRide my cock, pretty. You already do it so good. Wanna see you ride me.â Suguru groans. He releases his hold on you, hands coming up to play with your breasts while you bounce wildly on his dick. He lifts your dress, relishing the view of his length, glistening with your slick, vanishes into your tight cunt over and over. âShiiiittttâŚâ
You slip a hand into his tresses, pulling hard and forcing him away from your nipples. You pull so hard Suguru has to close his eyes because the sensation sends goosebumps igniting across his body. That, combined with the way you keep taking him to the tip before slamming down on his cock repeatedly. Fuck, youâre a quick learner.
Your pussy is what it feels like every single time he pulls off a heist successfully. Like fucking heaven. And he never wants to leave it.
His eyes flutter open, just enough to see your breasts bouncing with every rise and fall of your hips. Your velvety walls hug him tight, so fucking good, Suguru thinks he'd like to be able to have you all the time. Hell, he has half a mind to take you with him once theyâre off this damned train. Being able to have you like this any time he wants, watch your body come undone under him, on top of him, in any position youâll let him have you. Heâd even give up this outlaw life if you wanted him to. Settle down, start a family if thatâs what you wanted. The thought of it makes Suguru more excited than heâll ever admit.
Each time your pussy sucks him back in, begging for him to cum, he can suddenly picture a life outside of this. Each time those sexy little noises fall from your sweet lips, he can suddenly envision raising a family with you, building himself a life where he's able to hear those sounds any time he desires.Â
He lets his mind drift to these fantasies while he can, enjoying the feeling of you and the sounds you gift him with.Â
There's a fire pooling in his belly, growing hotter each time his balls meet your ass. He's gonna blow his load here any second. And he can't wait. He wants to cum inside your walls, wants to thrust himself so deep into you that there's no way you're not carrying his child when he's done. Least you'll have something to remember him by if you tell him you donât want shit to do with him after this. A sweet woman like you with a wanted felon? Of course youâd prefer to get your rocks off while you can and move on. Which is fine.
Because Suguru is gonna remember you, anyway. Heâll remember the way you squeeze around him, the way you moan the little nickname youâve given him, the way your cunt feels fucking unlike any other womanâs. Youâve got him mesmerized.Â
So much so, that he doesn't even notice the cool press of steel against the center of his forehead.Â
âOhhh,â you moan, whimpering, âPleaseâŚpleaseâŚwill you put a baby inside me, outlaw?âÂ
Itâs like you read his mind, and Suguruâs eyes snap open, balls tightening as his release threatens to come at any moment. But then his eyes see the stiffness in your arm, see the glimmer of metal as the sunlight reflects off it through the windows, and he finally realizes you've got his gun to his head, and maybe thatâs actually why his balls are tightening. Youâve got this wicked grin on your flushed face as you keep riding him. Hard, fast, walls squeezing him in a vice grip. And he can't do shit but let his eyes roll to the back of his head, let his pleasure race straight down his spine and into his balls as his release shoots from his cock before he has a chance to get ahold of himself.
But you donât let him get a drop inside, lifting yourself smoothly off his lap just as fat, hot streams of cum land messily in his lap and on his stomach. Suguruâs gasping for air, still struggling to figure out what the fuck is going on. And you donât give him a second to catch his breath, to let his mind catch up before youâre wrapping your hand around his cock again, squeezing and stroking his length until heâs so overstimulated his jaw is cramping up from how hard heâs gritting his teeth to keep from crying out.
âWhat the fuck are you ahhhââ you run your thumb over his leaking tip, your eyes alight with joy when his hips buck up automatically, legs trembling as you keep pumping him, though his balls are beyond empty.Â
You tsk, shaking your head as you press the barrel of the gun harder against his skin. âWhereâs that sweet outlaw from before?â You drawl.
Your voice has changed. No longer soft spoken, shy and sweet. The hardness of your tone tells Suguru all he needs to know. The memories come flooding back. And now he realizes why you looked so familiar when he first laid eyes on you.Â
Your face has been plastered on wanted posters in damn near every town he and his partners have stopped in. Murder, robbery, drunkenness, prison escape, cheating at cards. All the crimes that should have you in the town square hanging, youâre wanted for. Somehow, youâve managed to never get caught.
How could he have let his guard down? How could he have fucked up this badly?
âThinking with your dick. Thatâs how.â
âGuess it takes an outlaw to know one,â He grits out, nostrils flared with fury. He can only hope his crew comes through those doors soon, though itâll be fucking humiliating to be caught in this position.
A giggle spills from your lips and the sound makes Suguru sick to his stomach. You donât even sound like the same person from before. âYâall are pretty easy to spot. âSpecially when all yâall think with your cocksââ You echo his thoughts, emphasizing the word by squeezing Suguruâs slowly softening length in your hand. You frown, releasing your hold on him. âHuh, thought youâd be able to gimme another one.â
He inhales deeply, shakily, narrowing his eyes at the woman â the stranger â that stands before him. âEverything you said was a lie, then.â
Itâs not a question. He knows. Because youâre just like him. Maybe even worse.
Laughter bursts from deep within, like what he said was the funniest thing youâve ever heard. âIt really is easy to fool yâall men. Just gotta make our pussies feel reallllll tight and wet and yâall donât question nothinâ.â
You climb off of the seat, taking the gun off his head while you fix your undergarments, unbothered and careless. And Suguru decides to act fast, takes this moment to lunge for you. But he doesnât make it far, because his head is yanked back roughly the moment he jumps forward. His scalp burns, and he reaches back, feeling a thick knot tied around the metal bar that sits atop the train seats. The same metal bar you were just holding onto moments ago.
âYou fuckinâ tied my hair to the seat?!â He growls.
And you chuckle, shifting your dress around until youâre decent again. The gun is pointed back at Suguruâs face, and he puts his hands back down, not daring to try and free himself when youâve got a revolver ready to blow his brains out.
âAnd your hands are next,â you promise in a sing-song voice. You keep your word, spinning around briefly to reach between the wall and your original seat, where youâd apparently hidden a small rope. You make quick work of tying Suguruâs hands behind his back, leaning a little too close to him as you finish the knot.Â
He can feel your breaths against his neck, and right now, if heâs being honest with himself â which he may as well be since he could very well be dead soon â itâs confusing him. Because he feels like he fucking hates you, is repulsed by you, could spit in your face right now. Oh, he really fucking wants to. But something tells him youâd like that anyway. And the thought of your face, depraved and covered in his saliva is making his still exposed length hard again. Even when you tug harshly on the rope for good measure, chuckling low in Suguruâs ear when you hear him hiss in pain, his cock stiffens further.
And of course you notice, your eyes glancing down to his lap, where the sticky mess you left him with lies. âSure you donât wanna go again?â You tease, laughing when Suguru scowls.Â
You like him upset, and probably a little pathetic, because you press your lips to his pout, kissing him hungrily. And apparently, Suguru is as pathetic as he looks, because â and itâs a surprise to him, too â he kisses you back! Your tongues tangle during this brief meeting of your lips, fighting for dominance, though itâs apparent whoâs the one in control here.Â
The filthy moans between you are interrupted when Suguru feels that damned gun under his chin now, applying enough pressure to push him back. Only a line of your mixed saliva connects you two as you stare down at him in amusement.
âLike I saidâŚâ you peer down quickly at Suguruâs lap before whispering. âAaaalways thinkinâ with your cock.â You step back, pointing the gun at him once again.
âWhat do ya want?â He asks, pulling at his restraints to no avail. Heâd love nothing more than to wipe that cocky smile off your face and flip the tables on you, but itâs not looking good for him.
âWhat I wantâŚâ You wiggle the gun in his face, tauntingly. â...is already mine, outlaw.â Thereâs humor in your tone, and your body language is relaxed. You couldnât see Suguru as less of a threat if you tried.
You piss him off.
And make him so fucking hard.
Heâs confused!
The noise of the doors to the train cabin opening can be heard and Suguru grins. Youâre fucked now. Larue is going to put a bullet between your eyes and sure, Suguruâll be sad about it. But better you than him. You were a great fuck, heâll admit. And yes, he entertained the idea of giving you a kid or two, maybe getting a little cabin out in the prairie. But that fantasyâs as dead as youâre about to be. Sad that he wonât beâ
âThe guy with the nipples and the girl have been taken care of, boss!â A chipper voice sings.Â
ThatâŚis not Larue.
Suguru couldnât turn his head if he tried, courtesy of this goddamn knot, but he can see the smirk on your face as you nod. âGreat work, Hime. And the goods?â
âAlready on the move with the others. Just gotta get on the horses when youâre ready.â
You turn your head, staring out the window and nodding again. Out of his peripheral, Suguru can just barely make out the form of two horses, racing alongside the train and he knows heâs screwed.
You sigh, shrugging while feigning sadness as you pout. âWell, outlawâŚlooks like this is the end of the line.â
Suguru tugs at his ropes again, struggling against the holds. âYou gonna leave me here like this?â He gestures with his chin at hisâŚsituation. You must be forgetting his entire dick is out for the world to see. And that youâve tied his hands up. Not to mention his fucking hair! If he has to cut his hair because of thisâŚ
You hum, like youâre actually giving deep thought to his question. Youâre not.
âYeah, actually. Think I am.â You lift your dress, not even pretending to be as innocent as you presented yourself to be when Suguru first laid eyes on you. You tuck his gun into the waistband of your undergarments, patting it affectionately. âThanks for a grand olâ time, outlaw. If you manage to survive this, we can do it again.â
You shoot him a wink before you lean over him, leaving him with one final kiss on the lips. Itâs gentle this time, soft, save for a light nip to his bottom lip that embarrassingly enough, manages to arouse Suguru yet again.Â
âAt least tell me your name,â Suguru grits out through heavy breaths. âSo I can be sure to repay the favor.â
Itâs a threat, but you donât take it as one. You simply smile. Itâs warm, almost reminiscent of the woman he met just earlier. The woman he thought you were. But that look is gone as soon as it appeared. You pat his face gently, reaching across the seat to grab his hat that he had set aside when heâd first sat down. You sit it atop your head, wearing it like some sort of crown, and without another word, you leave.
The train cars open, the roaring rush of the wind filling the space for just a moment before theyâre shut again, and Suguru is left with nothing but his thoughts and his dick literally out. He leans his head back against the seat, closing his eyes to calm his racing heart and honestly to stifle the pain of his untouched erection.
This has been the wildest ride of his life. Definitely the worst heist heâs ever done. And if he does survive this, does manage to somehow talk his way out of charges and prison time, heâs going to find you. Fuck the robberies. Fuck the brothels. Fuck gambling and drinking all day. Yeah, if he manages to survive this, he will make it his lifeâs mission to find you again.
Because even after all is said and done, Suguru thinks he might fucking love you.
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