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[joeloverture]

snowbound | dbf!j.m. x f!reader

masterlist | updates blog | ao3 mirror pairing: dbf!joel miller x f!reader summary: [no outbreak] joel is the only guy you know with four wheel drive in the rarely-snowy state of texas, so it seems like a no-brainer to have him pick you up from work — until his truck breaks down, leaving you two to the classic 'huddle for warmth' solution. warnings: (18+ mdni) dbf!joel, age gap (assumed 20s/40s), reader borrows joel's coat, but does not wear it and uses it as a blanket, self-indulgent humor & banter, joel has sarah and she's a 15y/o menace which means liberties are taken with the timeline, blink & miss it drug mention, close proximity, unprotected piv sex, vaginal fingering, (mocking) dirty talk & dirty talk alluding to anal but no actual anal, daddy kink, degradation, dom!joel, brat!reader, brat tamer!joel, mild bondage (with a scarf), rearview mirror sex, clit stim, riding, doggy, a few pussy spanks, 2 spanks, truck sex, sort of edging, getting caught after the act [no use of y/n] word count: 12.3k a/n: this fic was a labor of love from a request i received earlier this month. i didn't expect it to be this long but i really enjoyed these two! massive massive massive shoutout to talia, @lovesickonmybed, for putting up with me + advising. this fic was way too much to handle on my own. they're the reason i pulled it off. joel is latino here, but i think game!joel can be interpreted as latino too, so read who you'd like.

“Looking ahead for our chances at wintry precipitation tonight – measurable snow, freezing rain, or sleet. It’s hard to get snow here in central Texas – if only, huh? We’re seeing some strong flurries tonight, turning into snow showers in the early morning. Low chances of any significant build up, but you can expect hazardous driving conditions. Black ice and low visibility will make extensive travel dangerous–”

The radio in Keith’s Hardware is old fashioned, curving around the volume and tuning knobs. It’s one of the ones that still has a dial pointer, which is almost always aimed at 92.7 if Keith’s in the back (country); 96.7 (pop) if it’s just you and the only other girl that works in the carpenter’s wet dream of a store. Right now, though, it’s neither of those stations. The pointer is at 162.4, the weather station.

You’d known you were in for it on the drive into work. Watch the weather and it’s real nasty out there airing from your parents lips on your way out of the house for your eight hour shift. The drive had been a gunmetal sort of gray, clouds streaked through the sky and spitting bullets of sleet at your windshield.

For a little bit, the weather had almost cleared up. You’d sworn you’d seen a splotch of sun when you’d tried to step out for break, just to be driven back in by your too-thin jacket and the cold as balls temperature.

Now, though? It’s fucking freezing, and the flurries that the weatherman mentioned are starting to fall. And as much as you’d told Keith that your shitty two-wheel-drive couldn’t handle it, he’d insisted on scheduling you and Liz for close.

Which is where Mr. Miller comes in.

Joel Miller, your dad’s buddy. Joel Miller, the grumpiest secret-softie you’ve ever met. Joel Miller, a knight in shining armor with his 4x4 Ford F150 instead of a horse. Although, if your fantasies are correct – and you like to think they are – what’s between his thighs certainly makes up for the lack of a horse. But he isn’t bringing you for a ride on his cock. He just so happens to be the only man your dad knows with a four wheel drive vehicle, or at least the only one willing to spare you from spinning out by giving you a ride home. Just thinking about it has a knot pinching in the back of your throat. His hands, big and wide and stretching over the gear shift. One muscled arm dangling over the wheel. Looking over his goddamn shoulder to back out —

Liz hops up on the check-out counter where you’re counting up the last of the cash, a spread of Hamiltons, Grants, and Jacksons. You wouldn’t expect a girl like her to work at a hardware store, especially one in the backstreets of the seedy part of town. Some sort of family emergency had driven her back to Austin from NYU design school, which you’re thankful for. Mainly because you get out of cutting wood panels since she has the better eye for measurements, but also because after years of sulking in Keith’s, you finally have someone to talk shit with.

“Those heart eyes aren’t for fuckin’ Alexander Hamilton,” Liz says, tapping her acrylics on your ledger to get your attention. You cough, flipping her off with your pen still in-hand. Liz hums, pretending to think about it as you put down the last numbers. “Although I wouldn’t be too surprised. You do love a geriatric man.”

“Joel isn’t that old,” you scoff, arranging the bills into slim white envelopes and then licking them shut. “He’s just an… acquired taste.”

“Sure, his jizz probably tastes like prohibition-era booze–”

“What the fuck,” you wheeze, hands going out to brace yourself on the closest display case. Your head dips as your chest shakes with laughter.

Liz stays completely straight-faced as she continues, “You’ll have to have 911 on speed dial because if you clench, his heart’s giving out.”

“It is not,” you say, voice still strained with the laughs that won’t stop punching out of you.

She puts her hands up in defense and crosses her legs at the ankles. “Hey, it’s not my fault you like playing whac-a-mole with Great Depression dick.”

“Liz!” You playfully shove her off of the counter, thrusting the envelopes into her hands. “You’re nasty. Fucking nasty.”

She splays a wounded hand over her heart, fanning herself with the envelopes. “You know you love me.” She slips into the office behind the register. You hear the click of the safe before she calls over her shoulder, “Any particular reason you’re fantasizing on the clock?”

“Not fantasizing,” you refute. Liz pops out of the back with a uncertain look scrawled on her face. “My dad talked him into picking me up today so I don’t drive into a snowbank.”

“Sounds like the beginning of a shitty porno.”

“Don’t give me hope.”

“I’m just saying,” she grins. “You can still come to mine. Only a five minute walk with zero chance of rejection.”

“You have such little faith in me.”

She purses her lips. “Mkay…. Pro-tip: Keith probably has some Viagra sitting around in his desk drawers.”

“Liiiiiiiz,” you say. You’re about to tune her out completely when familiar headlights light up the wet asphalt, beaming through the windows. The engine idles, a soft rumble through the linoleum floors. The truck lights dim, leaving Joel in the buttery shine of the streetlamp. His thick arms stretch across the wheel, and he rakes one large hand through his hair. “Shit, speak of the Devil.” You clip off your nametag, tossing it into your half-open bag. “Can you finish closing tonight? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“No problem, no favors necessary.” She closes the register. You fumble to get your bag over your shoulder, not wanting to keep Joel waiting. “Use protection!” she calls after you, and you make sure to flip her off one more time as the door clangs shut behind you.

A wall of cold hits you like a blade of lightning. Wind unfurls, mauling telephone lines and frosted treetops, rippling your jacket. Not even the worn scarf around your neck seems to be doing its job. Suddenly, every one of your limbs feels like an icicle. Joints almost freezing up, you half-jog, half-penguin strut your way to Joel’s passenger side. You wipe the ice off of the door handle with your sleeve. A few stray flurries dust you as you tug the door open, exhaling in relief as you haul yourself onto the side steps and into the toasty warmth of the Ford F150.

You cozy up in the seat, too preoccupied by thawing your hands with long, winded breaths to notice the affronted look Joel is throwing your way. “Are you tryin’ to catch your fuckin’ death, girl?”

“No death to catch. It’s not that cold.” The way you’re shivering says otherwise. Joel pins you with the raise of his brow.

Before you know what he’s doing, he’s groaning as he reaches over the center console into the backseat. You see a flash of his trucker jacket before it lands in your lap, flannel-lined and heavy. You use it like a blanket, draping it across your torso and wrestling your hands into the inside pockets. The canvas smells like car exhaust and off-brand Dollar General deodorant, two things that are so inextricably Joel. As much as you hate to admit it, the warmth is already inking its way across your skin – or maybe it’s just being next to Joel that’s heating you up. “Thanks,” you grumble.

When you adjust in your seat, the inside of your foot catches an empty Dr. Pepper can on the floor. It rattles when you accidentally kick it forward. You lean down and pick it up, going to place it down in the cupholder, only to find it overpopulated with random Home Depot and Whataburger receipts.

“Tax deductions,” he shrugs. “Gotta eat on the job.”

“And a…” You pick up the receipt and squint at the faded typography. “$3.29 strawberry milkshake is part of that, I figure?”

Joel grunts, “Tommy’s order.”

You smirk. “Sure it is.”

“Quit shit stirrin’ and put on your fuckin’ seatbelt.”

You reach back, fingers snagging it and tugging it down. Groping for the belt between the seats and the center console, it goes on for at least five seconds too long before Joel grabs the buckle and shoves it into the slot. His fingers brush your thigh as he pulls away from you and settles his foot over the gas pedal. The singular touch shouldn’t make butterflies beat at the walls of your stomach, but it does. Everything about him does.

Now that you’re all settled in, everything about him is also settling in. The fact that he’s only wearing a tight-fitting white t-shirt now that his coat is off. His sleeves are constricting enough that his muscles bulge below the strip of fabric. Ample scruff dapples his jawline, and his hair is disheveled in the way that you’ve learned you like it. You trail your eyes down his body, his tummy, across the undone drawstrings of his dark gray sweatpants, and no, you move on quickly from there, because you refuse to get riled up in the passenger seat.

He’s slowly peeling out of Keith’s parking lot, arm thrown over the back of your seat. You’re starting to fail at your mission of not getting riled up when you see the flex of his bicep, the way his eyes meet yours as he turns to look through the back window. He turns out of the parking lot and onto the relatively barren, icy streets–

“What the hell are those?”

Joel side-eyes you, brows furrowed. He follows the line of your gaze to his feet, which you’re used to seeing in New Balances or steel-toed work boots, but are instead wearing… fur-lined crocs.

“These here? Yeah, got ‘em recently, good for my days off with all this nippy weather. Sarah told me they’re ‘all the rage’ with the youth–”

You can’t help it. You damn near double over with laughter, clutching at your stomach. Joel’s coat nearly slides off of you, but you hang onto it with your pinkie finger, quickly going dizzy from lack of air. “‘All the rage’? Oh my fucking God– Joel, she was pulling your leg. Those are fucking hideous.”

“Hey, now–” He sighs, pinching his nose bridge with the hand that isn’t dangling over the wheel. “Zip it, I don’t needa justify my shoe choices to ya.”

“Does she do anything other than give you shit these days?”

“You’re one to talk about givin’ shit, y’know,” Joel says. Unfailingly, he smiles. The smile that pulls at the edges of his lips. The smile that he only ever gets when talking about Sarah. It doesn’t matter where – loading up his plate with barbecue, your dad asking him while he’s picking up junk mail in the morning, or on the job. If someone asks him about his daughter, Joel fucking beams.

He sucks on his teeth for a second, and then, “She’s picked up soccer. Goalkeeper. Damn good at it, too, all them other kids on her team can’t match her collapse dive.”

“Of course they can’t,” you say. “She’s got better reflexes than a house fly.”

Joel hunches over the wheel, effectively ending the conversation as he concentrates on the road. The only noise is the rumbling engine and the wagging of the windshield wipers as he attempts to navigate the black ice polka-dotted roads. It shouldn’t be as arousing as it is, seeing him in such a state of focus, his thighs tensed as he manipulates the gas and brakes to stop early, start slow. His arms thickening when he makes a right turn. Thumbs drumming drumming drumming on the wheel and maybe they’d do the same between your legs—

“So how’s work?” you blurt out.

Joel mumbles something that you can’t quite make out.

“Huh?”

“Fuckin’ ‘big shot’ gringos up my ass all day. Goddamn shitshow.” He shakes his head, his lips thinned. “I tell ‘em terraforming is gonna make it look like a Flinstone-owned-and-operated putt-putt course. They say do it anyway. I tell ‘em that orderin’ custom windows is gonna put us months behind. They say do it anyway, then come up jibber-jabberin’ all ‘bout how long it’s takin’. And it’s fuckin’... window madness, not one window in that hellhole matches another. Ain’t had so much trouble buildin’ a house since Sarah had me build her one from Hobby Lobby when she was little. Their architect musta been doin’ lines.”

You think you’ve seen Sarah’s dollhouse before when visiting, just in passing when the guest bedroom door was left open a smidge. You remember stalling in the hallway to look at it, with a fleece of dust growing on the tediously placed shingles and the oakwood front door left open like it’d been waiting for someone to come home. But Sarah outgrew it, and although Joel would never admit it, you know he’s too sentimental to leave it on the curb.

“How bad can building a dollhouse from a kit be?”

“With a five year old yellin’ like a drill sergeant in your ear? Worse than you think. She even made me rig the damn thing with electric so she could have her pink chandelier.”

You pout at him, “Wah wah, I’ll bet you loved it.”

“Was a nuisance at the time. But, uh, she was fiddlin’ with some ‘a the dolls I’d gotten her. Don’t think she knew I was watchin’, had gone to put ‘er to bed ‘cause it was a school night. She was readin’ this book I always read to her. Something about… a stuffed bear with a missin’ button and a girl that was tryna to buy him. I don’t fuckin’ know–” “Corduroy?”

“Yeah, that. Anyway, she was reading, usin’ the same tone I always used with her, tucked her dolls in for the night, and switched off the lights. I don’t think I loved it until then.” There’s a glistening in his eyes at the memory.

You smirk, “Sentimental bastard–”

The truck slides. Or maybe it coasts, skimming across the thin film of black ice. Joel eases down on the brakes, hauling to a stop next to a Minivan with its warning lights on. It’s a long stretch, and you can’t even see all the way down the highway with how thick the snow is. No two snowflakes are the same, but you find it difficult to believe when you’re looking at what must be millions of them. They pirouette, landing on window panes, rooftops, and wind-agonized tree branches. Everything is blotted with white. Red warning lights glare on the ice back at you.

“Shiiit,” Joel says as he squints at the road ahead of him. He scratches at his scruff.

“Tell me you’re not going to drive through that shit.”

“I’m not,” he says.

“Then how the fuck are we getting home?”

“Chill it–” “That’s the last thing I need to do,” you huff.

“I’m takin’ the detour.”

With that, he jerks the wheel — a bit too recklessly considering the weather, in your opinion – and pulls off onto a slippery backroad. The snow seems to have clung to the trees more back here, a sort of incandescent saran wrap over the oaks. At a bend in the road, icicles hang from a yellow sign that says CURVE 30 MPH. Joel takes it at ten.

You’re not checking out his hands while he drives, no, of course not. You’re looking at the gazillion lights on his dashboard display. “You usually have that many lights on?”

“Ain’t your truck, ain’t your business.”

“I’m ridin’ in it, ain’t I?” you mock his accent. 

Joel sighs heavily. “Drivin’ me up the fuckin’ wall.” His hands clench briefly around the wheel. “Auto repair shop’s been price gouging, I’m tryin’ to get Tommy to hook me up with his buddy in San Anton–”

“Won’t be able to drive to San Antonio if your bumper falls off halfway there.”

Joel’s voice is dry as bone. “Ha ha. You get off on bein’ a smartass?”

It’s three words – that’s all it is. Just a throwaway phrase that he probably doesn’t even realize he said. If it were anything more, you’d know. But Joel, saying those words in that order? Damn him, because it turns your blood effervescent. You stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together underneath his coat. You’re about to make another quip that’ll not only distract you, but also surely drive Joel up the wall, one of your favorite activities.

His truck putters from ten miles per hour to eight.

Eight to six.

Six to four.

“Motherfuckin’.... shit,” Joel says again, this time much more urgent as he wrests the wheel to the side. The truck skims over the frosted roads and onto the shoulder, rolls for two seconds, and then falls to a complete, utter stop. The windshield wipers pause while they’re still up. Heat no longer spits out of the dusty air vents.

It’s the loudest silence you’ve ever been in.

“...So do you get off on letting your truck break down or–”

Joel sighs in the way that dogs do. “Thin ice, missy.” He unbuckles his seatbelt and pulls out his phone. “I’ll give Tommy a call.” He stares at the screen for ten seconds. Taps it. Shakes it.

“No service?” you ask.

“No service.”

“Let me try mine,” you mumble, shifting in the car seat. Sure enough, zero bars. Even though you know it won’t work, you press your dad’s contact. It goes straight to voicemail. “Well, shit.”

“Shit,” Joel echoes.

It’s unspoken, but you both know the harsh reality of this harsh wintry night: no phone service, no operational truck, and… no heater.

“Hang tight,” Joel says, reaching over the center console and hijacking his coat from your lap. He wrestles his arms through the sleeves and zips it up. He shoves the door open against the hoarse wind that keeps the trees at a slant, hops out, then slams it shut hard enough for the vehicle to rock. From how hard the wind was blowing, stray flurries dust the truck’s interior.

You can’t really see what he’s doing – the snow’s too heavy, the hood popped wide open for him to investigate the truck’s viscera. You run your hands up and down your thighs, already feeling cold. Without the heater, it won’t be much longer before you turn to an icicle in the passenger seat. The hood bangs back down.

Joel climbs in from the backseat, slams the door as hard as humanly possible, and then scoots to the middle seat. 

You crane your neck to see him as he shakes out his cold-reddened hands before puffing air into his cupped palms. “What’s wrong with it?” You ask. 

He lets out a frigid breath. “Don’t fuckin’ know, snowin’ too damn hard to tell.”

“Ten bucks it was one of the lights on your dash,” you say.

Joel glares at you, still huffing into his hands. His fingertips are bright red to match his ruddy cheeks. Snow is sprinkled through his hair like soot, quickly melting to beads of water on his windblown curls.

“Got some… hand warmers up in that glovebox. Grab the whole pack.”

You lean forward, kneeing it open and rifling through all of his shit. Insurance papers, more receipts, Miller Contracting business cards, a folded pocket knife, lens wipes, and –

“When’s the last time these saw daylight?” you huff out a laugh as you hold up a battered box of condoms. 

Turns out, snow isn’t the thing that makes Joel Miller redder than a tomato. It’s the fifteen year old, very expired condoms hiding in his glovebox.

He clears his throat and averts his eyes. “Jesus. Forgot those were in there.”

You shake the box around and pluck a condom out of it. Looking for the expiration date, you turn it over and over in your hand. “August 31st, 2004. Really that long since you got some, Miller?”

“Put ‘em back,” he grumbles. “Pain in my ass.”

You snicker, replacing the condom box with the box of hand warmers. They’re unopened, still sealed. You snatch Joel’s keys out of the ignition and swipe them across the tape. “Happy?” you toss them over your shoulder.

“No.” He tears open the pack and rubs his hands together around the warmer, sighing when it begins to heat.

“Dick,” you grumble.

More tearing. “Brat.” Another warmer lands in your lap.

“Oughta get comfortable. We’re gonna be here a while,” Joel says.

“And whose fault is that?” You ask as you weigh the warmer in your palms. The front seat already feels cramped, and you’re quick to unbuckle your seatbelt. Your legs and arms fold like pretzels as you climb into the backseat. The curse that leaves you when you hit your head on the roof has Joel rolling his eyes.

“Pipe down. First thing in the mornin’ I’ll make the walk out to that country club a mile out and use their phone. Just gotta ride out the night. You ain’t ever roughed it before?”

You fall on all fours on the backseat, finally pulling yourself upright next to him. “Never had a reason to. Like, what if I have to piss? What if I get hungry?”

Joel shrugs. “Tough.”

The cold is starting to settle into your bones. Even your tongue feels popsicle numb, and your fingers are stiff where they wrap around the warmer. It’s like you’ve been trapped in a snowglobe and shaken up by a handsy toddler with how the wind rattles the truck and the snow swishes outside. You suppress a shiver, leaning against the door. Condensation is already building on the windows. Absent-mindedly, you begin to trace a portrait of Joel in the moisture. Your fingertip squeaks against the glass. Your masterpiece wouldn’t be complete without his signature scowl, so you’re sure to paint a frown on his face and his forehead wrinkles on thick.

“Didn’t know you were an artist,” Joel comments from the opposite side of the back. “Looks nothin’ like me, by the way.”

You smirk, “But you knew it was you.”

Because there’s nothing better to do than burn time, you spend the next ten minutes filling up the window with whatever nonsense doodles come to mind — hearts, stars, trees, and of course, the only one that Joel seems to be fond of: Sarah, smiling and curly-haired.

Reality only settles in when you’re done with the ephemeral illustrations, their outlines starting to dissolve back to regular droplets that streak down the windows. You’re stuck, for God knows how long, on this shady backroad that the Zodiac Killer would’ve loved during his heyday. With your dad’s best friend that you’ve been harboring a dangerous crush on.

And it’d be impossible to forget that it’s freezing fucking balls.

“Joel?” you say into the dark truck.

“Hm?”

Always one to speak your mind, you say, “It’s freezing fucking balls.”

A sound that might be a laugh leaves him. “Here,” Joel says, unzipping his jacket. He tosses it over to you, and you snuggle back up with it, nose burrowing into one of the creases in the fabric. His coat smells like him – like cheap body wash, chewing gum, and gasoline. 

You try putting your hands in the pockets, even going as far as to open up a new hand warmer for each one, but they’re full of loose change and, expectedly, more receipts. When you curl up against the corner between the door and the seat, the hard plastic bites into your oversensitive back. Sitting upright or cross-legged doesn’t work, and when you test drive sitting diagonally with your feet propped up on the console, Joel makes a disproving noise and swats gently at your shin. You prop your forehead up against the window, but it’s cold enough to give you a brain freeze. 

“Jesus Christ,” Joel snorts. “Get over ‘ere, you wuss.” He hauls you over, big hand splayed over your waist, and drags you across the bench to his side. You yelp in surprise, but only for a second before you’re crushed against Joel’s side. “Can’t have ya gettin’ hypothermia,” he jests.

You don’t know where to put your hands, but eventually, you settle on cupping his neck. Touching Joel, hell, even just being near him, is like being by an open furnace. Or maybe the heat is just your stomach doing somersaults at being this close to Joel after years of frivolous pining. His nape emanates warmth, the kind that flows down your arms and wraps comfortingly around your chest.

Joel exhales, the tendrils of his breath curling from the frigidity. He grabs his coat from the side and flattens it over the both of you, a piss poor replacement for a blanket, but all you’ve got.

Still, cold seeps in through the cracks in the doors, spoiling whatever lukewarm air remains. It doesn’t help that Joel had hopped in and out of the truck to play eye spy under the hood. The truck struggles to hold onto heat properly, especially when it isn’t producing more of it.

Joel sort of… flickers against your back. You think nothing of it until it happens again, this time in short bursts, and then turns into full on shivering.

“Who’s the wuss now, old man?”

Joel tenses up behind you. “Funny,” he says. With your hands cushioned against his neck, you feel the grate of his voice in his throat. “This is the best you’re gonna get unless you wanna be butt ass naked to share heat.”

It should be a joke. But the way he says it… doesn’t sound like a joke.

You go still, lifeless, not even sure if you’re shaking anymore. Because now, the only thought in your head is being pressed against Joel, his soft cock hardening against you, his palms splayed and rubbing over your stomach to keep you warm. And if his cock needed to get somewhere warmer, too…. Your clit twitches at the thought.

You smother the initial shock in your voice with your usual solution: sass. “So what, we’re gonna fuckin’ huddle for warmth?”

As much as you enjoy the idea, you're already dripping — and that’s just from your body being pressed against his, breathing the same air as him, closer now than you’ve ever been before. With no panties in the way, it’s not a stretch to say you’d be dripping down his thighs. You’d hate to have that conversation.

“Would you rather freeze to death?” Joel asks. You look up at him from where you’re curled into his side and find no gleam in his eyes. This isn’t just some knee-slapper for him. Joel Miller is being completely, irreversibly serious.

“I’d rather something less like Naked and Afraid, Joel!”

“It works,” he says, nose flaring. “They do it in those fuckin’... action movies all ‘a the time.”

“I didn’t know Hollywood was writing survival manuals for pervs–”

“God, you’re a piece ‘a work, ya know that?” His eyes flick down to you, and maybe it’s just the fact that this road is damn near pitch black, but his pupils seem larger than before. “Listen, I ain’t tryna perv on ya. I also ain’t tryna send you back to your old man with four fingers missin’ from frostbite.”

There’s no way you’re actually seriously considering this. You’ve heard of cold temperatures impairing thinking, but not like this. Your dad’ll go chasing after Joel with a pitchfork and a shovel if he finds out the man who was supposed to get you home safe and sound was cuddling naked with you. Cuddling naked with you in the backseat, no less. You’re certain Joel won’t try anything – he’s not like that. No matter how flustered you get in his lap, he’d never take advantage of you. What you aren’t certain of is your ability to stop yourself from asking him t0 take advantage of you.

This is practical. It’s only supposed to be practical. He wouldn’t be suggesting something this drastic if you both weren’t shaking like a rattlesnake’s rattler.

“Fine,” you say, already unwinding your scarf from around your neck. Determined to keep some semblance of boundaries up, you add, “No peeping, Miller.”

Joel makes an exasperated sound as you once again scoot out from his coat and across the bench, working yourself out of your shoes, your cotton zip-up, and then the stiff Keith’s uniform – a blue polo and jeans. Joel’s eyes are respectfully trained on the truck’s floor mats, which you’re only just now noticing has a sun-bleached Lisa Frank sticker tacked onto it. 

Down to your bra and panties, your heart rate picks up. Your fingers are so fucking cold that it’s hard to get your bra straps out of the way so you can unclasp the damned thing, and then it falls to the floor. Your nipples harden in the face of the cold. The only thing you keep is your scarf, which do you do your best to cover your tits with. Scooping up your discarded clothes and tossing them to the front seat, you let out a shaky breath.

Fuck it.

You shimmy out of your panties and get rid of them just as quickly. When you try telling Joel you’re decent, or rather indecent, nothing comes out. Instead, you have to clear your throat with a strained,  “All good.”

“Alright,” Joel says, rustling around. You hear his crocs scrape against the mat, and then his shirt swishing over his head.

He doesn’t tell you to look away, but since it’s implied, you look out of the window. The snowy trees tremble in the wind, and you almost wince when you see a small sliver of his tanned skin reflected in the glass. His crocs clunk on the ground when he kicks them off, and you watch his criminally tight t-shirt go flying over the passenger seat. You casually grip the Jesus handle, hoping that Joel doesn’t notice your fist tightening around it when you hear him untying the drawstrings of his sweatpants. When his sweats and boxers follow the path of his shirt, breathing gets a lot harder than you remember it being.

Just an hour ago, you’d been certain that this would be nothing more than a ten minute drive. Maybe, if you were lucky, he’d call you a casual pet name that would fuel the wriggling of your hand between your thighs that night. 

The tension in the air is thicker than molasses. Each breath you take is fragile.

“I’m ready when you are,” Joel says.

Since you’re already half-naked, and since chickening out is out of the question, you inch over to Joel’s side. The air tumbles out of your lungs in one fell swoop when your bicep meets his. With some fidgeting, you bring your legs up at an angle beneath you, wrapping around his side in a way that has you feeling a little bit like a koala. You talk yourself into keeping your eyes forward and then scrub your palms across your freezing arms.

Joel, more indifferent than you think anyone else in this situation could be, abruptly casts his coat back over the both of you.

And, fuck him, he’d been right. The engulfing canvas of his coat keeps warmth trapped where it can be passed easily between the two of you. Or maybe it’s just being confined and skin-to-skin with Joel that has you heating up.

The silence is cruel – it’s much harder to make conversation about work or dollhouses or whatever the hell else when you’re naked. Only the wind’s sibilance keeps you company.

You can get used to this, you think. Drift off into a somewhat sound sleep with your head on Joel’s shoulder and hope that you don’t drool all over him or moan his name in your sleep. More embarrassing things have happened to you.

But then, as if you’re the unluckiest person alive, the temperature drops even more, and suddenly, you’re shaking like a leaf all over again. Your teeth almost clack together as you try to stammer out to Joel, “C–cold, Jesus fucking… Christ that’s cold.”

Joel pouts down at you, but you don’t miss the way his lip quivers. “Should I call the wambulance?”

“Should I call the r–r–r–retirement home to pi…pick up a ru���runaway resident?” It sounded a lot better in your head than bouncing off of your frozen tongue, you have to admit.

“Drama queen,” Joel mutters into your ear. “Can’t do anythin’ more about it. Sorry–”

“Can I sit on your lap?” you blurt out so quickly that you don’t even have time to think about it. You grimace, partially covering your face with your hands. Shit.

Joel’s eyes widen. “Excuse me?”

You’re already half doomed. Why not go all the way? “Listen, it’s just fucking… fucking freezing, Joel. Holy shit.”

“That bad?” he chokes out.

“You’d be warmer than the seats,” you defend. “I’ll be careful, I promise. Best behavior.”

Joel seems to ponder it for a moment, brows stitched together while he looks down at you from where you’re furled up against his side. He gnaws on the inside of his cheek before giving you a slight nod. “Alright.” You nod in return, heart in your throat. “–But you better mean it when you say best behavior. Can’t have any ‘a this shit gettin’ back to your dad.”

Another nod. You hold your breath as you shinny your way onto Joel’s lap, mounting him from the front so his chest hits your back. In your attempt to get comfortable, you bracket your legs around his. His soft cock fits at the small of your back, and even though he’s as flaccid as can be, he’s big. Apparently your imagination isn’t too far off. Joel’s sharp intake of breath forms a pit in your stomach, and you know when you’re warming up for an entirely different reason than close proximity, you also know that you need to calm yourself down. Fast.

Think of something awful. Like that time that you had to dissect cow eyes in sophomore year biology. Think about mold. How many murderers you’ll walk by in your lifetime. Expired leftovers. Anything–

You adjust yourself in an attempt to get away from Joel’s cock. Instead, your hips move just so his cock slips between your thighs and bobs against your slit.

You whine.

Your body immediately locks up once you realize what you’ve done. Crawling out of the truck to die a hypothermia-induced death seems like a much kinder fate than facing Joel, but no matter how much you scream at yourself to reach out and unlock the door, your hands refuse to move. You hadn’t noticed how wet you’d gotten, and you have no idea how. It’s smeared across your thighs, and now pressed up against your back after Joel’s dick had dragged through it all.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit–

Chancing a look over your shoulder, you’re surprised to find the tips of Joel’s ears flushed, cheeks cherry ripe. His Adam’s apple bobs when you meet his eyes. Holy fuck.

You’ve flustered him.

For some reason, the thought makes your chest a lot lighter. You look away nonetheless, but this time, with a newfound gleam in your eye. There’s no such thing as a bad accident, right?

Maybe Liz was right about having to call 911, because when you ‘accidentally’ repeat the movement, Joel stops breathing all together. His cock, almost hard now, you’ve noticed, bumps against your clit. You almost swallow your tongue trying to keep your moan down.

“The fuck you think you’re doin’?” he asks, his gruff voice scratching at your ears.

“I didn’t mean to,” you lie straight through your teeth, a smug little grin spreading on your face. Something about his semi-hard cock between your bodies tells you he’s going to say no to your next suggestion. “Maybe you should put the coat between us, instea–”

“Are you outta your fuckin’ mind, girl?” Joel’s voice comes out raspy. He shakes his head, clears his throat. The vibrations rumble up your spine. “And take away the whole point of stayin’ warm? Now quit it. Ain’t that hard to sit still.”

You try your hand at listening – for all of two seconds.

You hike your hips up, fumbling with his coat as you slot his cock against your slit once more, pushing yourself forward. The coat slides right off of you, falling in a dark lump on the floor. Neither of you care — you’re both too heated for the lack of cover to make a damn difference. Joel hisses, a sound like water hitting an open flame. His hands fly down to your waist, anchoring you to his lap. A surprised noise squeaks out of you.

“What, you got rocks rattlin’ around in your brain?” Joel scowls. “You’re real impolite for a cocktease, sweetheart.”

Butterflies flap around in your stomach from his words. It’s enough to make your head tip against his chest so you can look up at him, lips shaped in a perfect pout. “I’m not,” you say.

“Not a cocktease, huh? Not even when you’re rubbin’ all over my lap?”

You gasp as your hands fly down to cover Joel’s, nails etching into where his fingers meet your bare skin. You tug at his wrist, trying desperately to guide him where you so desperately need him.

“Not happenin’,” Joel grunts, yanking your hands behind you and pinning them to your waist like you’re nothing more than a poseable doll. His large, work-worn hands make yours look damn near miniature as he holds you down. The sudden roughness douses your inner thighs with a new wave of wetness. “Jesus, girl. Poor thing, gettin’ all hot and bothered. Don’t blame ya for tryna get me to help out. Can feel ya dripping down my legs, gushin’ like a sprinkler.”

“S–sorry, fuck, ‘m sorry,” you whisper, words sticky with your arousal. Your clit twitches from his words, embarrassment and need doing all the work to keep you warm.

“Nahhh,” he says. “I don’t think you are, baby.” Maybe it’s the condescension he’s purring in your ear, maybe it’s the pet name; most likely, it’s a combination of both that has you convulsing in his lap. It’s like he’s found all of the right buttons to press to get you riled up, getting you back for all of your snide comments earlier. 

His fingers find the fabric of your scarf, luring it off of your neck so he can cord it around your wrists. You squirm when you realize what he’s doing, and a breathless huff of his laughter brushes your cheek. “I’ll be damned if you ain’t gonna be, though.” He draws it tight, tight enough for you to feel your pulses bumping into each other. Joel leaves a fair amount of your unreasonably long scarf loose.

“Joel, what the fuck are you up to?”

“Teachin’ you some sweet southern belle etiquette, darlin’. Such a goddamn troublemaker, grindin’ on me like I’m some kinda… frat boy.” He shakes his head, disbelieving. “Pullin’ that shit with your pops’ friend. Real fuckin’ classy.”

“Like you’re so different. Who’s the one that’s tying me up? Huh, Mil–”

You hear the hit well before you feel it, a firm whack to your cunt that makes your vision blacken and electricity scurrying up your spine. It takes you a second to come back to yourself before a ragged cry pulls its way out of your lips. You jolt in his lap, bound arms bobbing in front of you as your body instinctively lurches for control. You damn near kick your feet, accidentally ricocheting yourself into Joel’s chest. His forearms hold you there. 

“Guess I’ll make it crystal clear for ya, baby, since that dumb lil’ head ‘a yours is havin’ some trouble. My truck, my rules. You’re ridin’ in it, ain’t you?” You nod reluctantly as he turns your words from earlier in his favor. “That was a warnin’, you showoff. Think you can bat your slutty ‘fuck me’ eyes an’ get away with murder.” He fucking tsks at you.

He pulls his hand away from your pussy, and you’re both surprised and not surprised at all to see it covered in your arousal, webbed between his calloused fingers. 

“Got a whole goddamn slip ‘n slide down here…” murmurs Joel. You whine, bucking your hips against him. “Oughta just…” he starts, nudging his cock towards your hole. The noise you make is pathetic. “Stop ya from ruinin’ my seats. Cork you right up.” You tense up, fully expecting the intrusion, but his dick passes your cunt right up, instead sliding up to meet your clit. It taps against your swollen nub, and if his goal was to stop you from ruining his seats, you’re certain he’s already failed with how quickly you gush all over the upholstery.

“But that’d be real nice, wouldn’t it? Givin’ ya what ya want so early on…” Instead of pulling away like you expect, Joel griiiinds the head of his cock against your clit. You moan helplessly, head falling back across his shoulder.

And then he does it again.

And again.

And agai–

“Joooooel,” you whine, knees jerking each time his tip meets your most sensitive spot. Heat spins in your stomach.

He backs his hips up “What? Thought you loved this with how much you were gettin’ at it earlier.”

You shake your head rapidly in the negative, chest rising and falling at a breakneck pace while he teases you.

“So you can deal, but you can’t play?”

“I think you’re just taking your sweet old time getting it up, old man,” you grit out, knowing damn well he’s stiffer than titanium behind you.

Joel hums. “Ah, she’s got jokes.” His cock slips back, quickly replaced by his hand engulfing your mound. Your clit twitches ever so slightly against his palm lines, and you’re almost convinced you could get off from that alone. His palm cracks against your cunt again, somehow even harder than the first time. You cry out, eyes burning from arousal and the slightest edge of pain.

With his thumbpad, he taps your clit like he’s just scrolling through the cable guide with a remote. Fleeting movements that have you wanting more more more. It heals the sting of his slap even if the echo of the hit still simmers in your stomach. Your cunt throbs so hard that it hurts, jumping up to meet Joel’s scarce ministrations.

When he retracts his hand, your hips chase the movement. “See this?” he taunts, fluttering his wet fingers in front of your face. You make a choked noise when his drenched middle finger breaches your lips. He doesn’t even need to tell you; you latch on and suck yourself off of his calloused skin. You’re mostly salty, but a little sweet, and tasting yourself on your own tongue by his insistence manages to make you even wetter.

Joel takes his spare fingers, just as soaked, and smears them all around your chin and lower cheeks. He presses down on your tongue as he does. You gag from the pressure, and you can’t hear his laugh over the roaring of your blood in your ears, but you feel it rattle his chest where it meets your spine. Your slick cools quickly against your burning skin, syrupy as it clings to your face. “Need a bib, baby?”

He pulls his finger from your mouth with a pop and your scarf-wrapped hands spring to wipe yourself from your lips, hoping to save yourself from the humiliation of having your own pussy juice anointing your face. You only scoop up a little before Joel lowers his forearm over yours, but for once, you’re faster than him. You swipe your wet hand over his mouth, smudging as much as you can along the scruff surrounding his mouth.

He wraps a burly hand in the scarf and yanks your hands back into place. All you can do in response is giggle, but the breath is swiftly knocked out of you when he drives his cock right into your clit. “Think you’re funny, don’t ya?” He asks, and finally grunts as he rolls his hip into you. A break in his resolve, a sign that he wants this, or at least the discipline of this, as badly as you do.

You almost weep from the pressure, that rope of pleasure in your stomach that he keeps knotting tighter and tighter and tighter with each stroke of his cock, his fingers. “Joel!” you cry out as he follows it up with another firm swat to your clit. His cock spreads your folds as he softens the bashing, nuzzling his tip against your spasming cunt.

“Really, oughta give standup a go one ‘a these days. Be a real hotshot.”

“Oh yeah?” you pant, light headed and woozy.

“Mhm. If the whole crowd’s drunk.” His cock nudges your nub with a new vigor.

“Assh–”

Right as you’re about to press down and follow the sensation, Joel senses it. His cock gives way through your cheeks, just in time for him to land a ruthless slap across your pussy. It’s harder than the others – makes your ears ring for a second, gives you a sort of visual snow that has you doubling over and gripping at the closest object for purchase, which just so happens to be the metal rods coming out of the headrest. 

“Ain’t what you should be sayin’ if you’re plannin’ on gettin’ what you want, sugar,” Joel tuts. He shakes his head at you. “Don’t wanna hear no lip from ya, girl.”

You open your mouth, argument on the tip of your drool-loaded tongue, but your halfhearted attempt at defiance doesn’t last long. Joel’s hand clamps around your chin, denting your skin into your teeth. He jerks your head to face him, knocking you down a peg with scathing eye contact. “You’re pushin’ it.” He loosens his grip.

“As if, Miller. If those pre-Cold War condoms are anything to go by, you’ve been dying for a chance to get your dick wet. Doesn’t matter how much lip I give you, you aren’t gonna blue ball yourself for much longer.” Satisfied, you raise your brows at him.

Turns out, he is going to blue ball himself for much longer, because he lands six slaps in rapid succession across your sopping cunt. The skin smarts, and you cry out. Your grip tightens around the headrest rod to the point of strangling it. Your eyes water, and you can’t tell if you’re crying. Too consumed by Joel, everything has melted into him – the smell of sawdust perpetually sewn into his skin, his cock sealed against your body.

“How many times are ya gonna poke the bear before you learn your lesson, you cheeky little shit?” Joel’s palm cups the inside of your right thigh, just above the knee. He traces circles with his thumb, and heat trails after him with everywhere he touches. “See, the thing about havin’ ‘pre-Cold War condoms’ is that I’ve had a helluva lot more time to learn self control than you. Can wait as loooooong as it takes for you to get your head on right. Don’t matter if you’re waterfallin’ down my seats or not, pretty girl. I’m giving you exactly what ya deserve.”

You whimper, trying (and failing) to get your magma hot core closer to Joel’s unfairly large hand, still splayed out on your inner thigh. You can’t stop how you squirm in his lap, smearing your arousal everywhere with each movement you make.

At a snail’s pace, his hand begins to inch up your leg. Joel pauses to grope at you as his hand travels upward. Handfuls of your skin, rubbing at your scalding hot thighs. Your patience is wearing thin by the time he gets midway there. You need him to touch you. And that’s just the tip of this impossibly destructive iceberg.

You shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t have let him go down this shitty backroad, shouldn’t have agreed to your dad’s ridiculous idea of Joel picking you up, shouldn’t have asked to be naked on his lap, shouldn’t have gotten naked on his lap, shouldn’t be leaking like a twenty-year-old pipe in a building he’d been hired to renovate. If your dad ever finds out–

“Joel, please, please – plea…” you trail off, dissolving into incoherent whimpers as his hand hovers over your cunt. You’re running hotter than a radiator now, and if you both wanted to be warm, then you’ve got your wish. Although mostly gibberish, Joel has to understand what you want from him. It’s just that the bastard is unwilling to provide.

Joel reaches down to pinch your clit, and your body can’t even discern from pleasure and pain anymore. You react the same to it all, back arching as you try desperately to plant yourself on his cock. “Shhh, shhh, quit runnin’ your filthy mouth. Only gonna get yourself into more trouble.”

You swear you hear angels singing, swear you see the pearly gates when he gives your clit a merciful rub. Melting into him, you exhale shakily.

“See? All nice ‘n quiet when she’s gettin’ what she wants.” You wouldn’t even dream of mouthing off to him now.

“I want – I need…” you gasp out, putty in his hands. Moldable to his liking. Everything you’d pretended not to want.

“Go on,” he coos. “Tell daddy what you need.”

You don’t even hear him say that word. You’re too hooked on begging, begging, begging. “Please – Joel, oh god, please – I need… I need… please please please, fuck, it hurts–”

Joel clicks his tongue. “Nuh uh. Start over. Always such a chatterbox ‘cept for when I need ya to be.”

“Wha…?” you ask, admittedly dazed from the harsh treatment that you’ve come to crave more of.

“Tell daddy what you need,” he repeats, words molasses slow.

You clench, gushing even more all over him. Shit, your next paycheck might have to go to replacing the goddamn seats if you keep up like this.

“D–D… D-” you start stammering out, but you’ve lost autonomy over your body long ago, and apparently that goes for your tongue, too. “Da– Da… pl–”

“Any day now,” he scoffs.

“Daddy!” you spit out all at once. “Please, please, daddy, fuck – fuck me, daddy, please, I want your cock, daddy. Feels so fucking big. Need it daddy, it hurts… please, ngh– daddy!” Tears are burning the corners of your eyes, fueled almost entirely by arousal and partially by frustration. You squirm, cunt crying all over the place. 

“M’kay, baby,” he says. Running a hand down your chest and squeezing your nipple on the way down. He slides his hand down your stomach to cup your mound, giving your clit slow, gentle circles. Your hips jump forward, and this time, he doesn’t stop you. “Daddy’s got ya.”

At the first intrusion of his middle finger in your cunt, you jump. It’s a lot compared to what he’s been giving you, but nowhere near enough. A second finger slips inside. He doesn’t have to do much work to stretch you out — you’ve been seeping out of you since you first got on his lap. He’s all too quick thrusting them in and out of you – the messy squelch of your pussy filling the backseat has you burying your chin against your chest, averting your eyes. The heel of his palm bumps persistently at your clit with each shift of his fingers inside of you.

“I know you ain’t a virgin, but you’re soakin’ like one. Too damn cocksure to ain’t have had a cock in ya before. Prancin’ around like a glorified dick trap.” You inhale sharply when his fingers scrape that spongy spot inside of you that you can never reach yourself. A moan rips out of you. The combination of him talking down to you and rubbing your g-spot has you dangerously close to cumming. Your moan is quickly swallowed up by more of Joel’s condescension. 

He starts mumbling to himself then, obscenities that make you clench even tighter around his fingers. “Gonna get you all sore baby, make you regret beggin’ for this dick like a horny ‘lil bitch that ain’t ever been laid in her life. Fuck you so hard you’ll be cryin’ for daddy’s cock up your ass instead, turn you into an anal slut, too.” He’s too busy listening to himself talk, too absorbed in his own world to feel you balancing on that razor-thin edge.

The noise you make is inhuman. You pulse around him, doing your best to stave off your impending release. “Daddy–” you warn, but he cuts you off then, too. Joel grinds his cock between your ass cheeks, his precum dripping down your slit to meet your trembling cunt. 

“Ever been fucked here before baby?” He swipes his tip along your asshole, and the way you shudder is answer enough for him. “Don’t get all jumpy, sweetheart. Ain’t gonna fuck ya there right now. Be cruisin’ for a bruisin’.” Still, he replaces his tip with his free hand’s thumb, simply rubbing at the ring of muscle. You fidget in his lap without an end-goal. You just want to be close to him, want to take everything he’s willing to give you. His fingers hook just right inside of you. “Would love to be the first to unlock this pretty backdoor. If this tight ‘lil pussy’s anything to go by… Christ. You’d look so pretty squirmin with my cock in your ass, baby–”

“Daddy!” You scream as your orgasm guts you. His fingers and his voice rip your climax right out of you and your cum streams down your inner thighs and Joel’s hand, still smacking against your clit with each thrust. Your cunt spasms around his flexing fingers. He has to fold an arm over your chest to keep you from sliding off his slippery lap entirely.

All the way through the aftershocks that make your limbs quake, Joel holds you upright against his body, still bumping his palm and fingertips against your clit and g-spot. You swear you can feel him smiling against your shoulder.

“Didn’t tell ya you could cum, darlin’,” Joel murmurs, flicking his cum covered finger across your clit. You wince in overstimulation, a whine catching in your throat.

“‘M sorry, daddy,” you pant. His hands go up to 

“‘S okay, babygirl. Pretty pussy couldn’t help it when I was talkin’ ‘bout fuckin’ your ass, huh?” His hands rove up your stomach to play with your tits, palming and stroking, getting his hands all over every carnal part of you.

You hum into his bicep, “Mmmm.”

“That’s alright. Don’t mean you’re gettin’ away with a slap on the wrist though. C’mon, up,” he guides with a small slap to your thigh. You adjust, bringing yourself onto your knees so he can enter you from behind. You look down at his sturdy thighs, flexing as he adjusts himself between your legs. He gives you one more teasing thrust through your thighs, poking your oversensitive clit one more time before reaching down to spread your folds.

You moan as he presses against your entrance, and it’s not the best time to have a come to Jesus moment, but – Joel’s size was in no way over exaggerated between your legs. You stiffen in realization, and Joel, attentive as always, notices. He guides your chin to face him and nuzzles his nose up against yours, mouth tracing down to your lips. Your breath mingles, stagnant in the long-forgotten chill. A cushion of softness against all of his spiky edges that showed up tonight. “You’re on top, baby. Take it as slow or as fast as ya want.”

Nodding at the reminder, you find yourself that you don’t want to take it slow. You want to be as sore as he’d promised, want to feel him for days and be reminded of this every time you look at the winter morning’s frost on the shingles outside.

Sinking down over his throbbing length yanks the air out of your lungs as you seat yourself with him bottoming out and going balls deep in your cunt simultaneously. He grunts against you in surprise, softening the blow of your heady moan. “Attagirl,” he huffs into the crease between your neck and shoulder. It’s a stretch, searing up your thighs and to your lower back. You’re brought back to yourself when Joel rolls his hips into you, making the pain liquefy into mind-numbing pleasure. You spend thirty seconds waiting for him to fuck up into you in a way that changes your philosophy around the world, but instead, he’s still and solid inside of you.

“Go on,” Joel coaxes, placing a steady hand just shy of your mound. “Gotta prove you deserve to cum again.” He taps your thigh as if he’s telling you to giddy up, and the shame warms the back of your neck better than any heater ever could.

You whimper. His hands coast up your thighs, squeezing your hips tight before falling to grip the seats below. You’re still weak from your last orgasm, shaky legs struggling to hold yourself up as it is. “Daddy… I can’t…” 

“Ain’t no different than fuckin’ y’self on that vibrator or dildo or whatever the fuck’s in your nightstand. Girl like you, gotta have a wimpy ‘lil fucktoy somewhere.” His words make you clench around him, and he groans into your neck. Joel looks up at the front window, now covered in snowflakes. He smirks when he spots the rearview mirror. “Oughta make you watch yourself. Show a pathetic, cockstarved slut what happens when she bites off more than she can chew.” At that, you mewl, grinding yourself down. The chuckle he lets out is lined with cruelty.

Joel pins you to his chest with one burly arm and leans forward with a hash of grunts from effort. He reaches out towards the rearview mirror, lowering it to face the middle seat that you’re both braced on. He sinks back quickly, and it almost gives you whiplash before you make eye contact with yourself. You can see everything. Tremors travel up your legs and into your arms. Your body is getting freezer burn from how cold and hot you are at the same time. Pleasured tears threaten to spill over your waterline. Joel’s smug fucking face as he murmurs endlessly at you. 

Your mouth is parted as you take yourself in, truly a pathetic, pretty little picture as you pant. “C’mon,” Joel coaxes, squeezing your ass. “You can do it. Make daddy proud. I’ll even give you a boost.” Joel reaches to your tied hands and quickly undoes the scarf, letting it drop to the floor. You flex your fingers and then reach out for the chairs ahead to get a good grip.

You prop yourself up on your knees, anchoring yourself to the two chairs in front of you. Using a combination of your upper and lower body strength, you rise halfway off of Joel’s cock before your body gives out. His balls slap wetly against your clit. He laughs, still not touching you at all. Your head flops forward as you look down to where the two of you meet, and then at the mirror where his cock is buried deep inside of you. You whine in dismay.

He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to get you sore. You can only moan. It’s pleasure like you’ve never had it before – too much, not enough, painful, so good. “Please, Joel – I can’t… can’t handle it.”

“I’ll decide what you can handle,” he says.

“You’re– you’re so fucking mean,” you rasp.

“Gets you this soaked, baby. Don’t see your pussy complainin’. You love bein’ treated like a piece ‘a meat. Like a little fleshlight for men to fuck.”

You clench, tight. “Ah!” Joel fucking sniggers behind you, but a rush of confidence spills through you at the underlying moan in his throat.

Determined to get what you want, you tighten your grip on the front seats. Haul yourself up, almost so that the tip slips right out, and then collapse back onto Joel’s cock. And, shit, it’s a lot. You doubt you could handle his cock in missionary, but being made to ride him in such a compromising position, sprawled out across his shitty backseat? That’s an entirely different animal, one that you hadn’t expected to have to handle.

You focus on doing just enough to please him and just enough to keep yourself intact. You repeat your movements two or three times, rising and falling. Little moans and whimpers, some pained, some good when he nudges your g-spot just right, slip in and out of you.

“Mmmm, yeah, that’s it. Daddy’s ‘lil wannabe pocket pussy. Doin’ a ‘lil better baby. Keep doin’ that. Jus’ keep doin’ that.”

You’re shaking like a leaf on his cock as you somehow manage to lift yourself another time before fucking back on him. “Daaaddy.” Your lips quiver as you form the word. A single tear runs down your face from overexertion, and he’s quick to wipe it up with his thumb as if it was never there. You look truly whorish and pathetic, just like he’d wanted, bouncing on his cock with the last of the energy you have left in you.

His tip jabs against that goddamn spot again, and you double over on the center console. You take heaving breaths, making eye contact with yourself in the mirror, desperate to please as you attempt to keep humping him with the change in angle. You’re letting out strings of disoriented words, but barely can tell that you’re talking.

“I fuck you dumb already? Slutty little girl. Told ya you were in for it. Ain’t ever had much of a knack for listenin’. Gonna dick you down now, sweet girl.” He drags your legs into the crook of his elbows, holding you upright for him as he shifts to his knees between your legs. Braced on the center console with your pussy settled on his cock, the new angle makes you cry out. You hold yourself up on your elbows, giving shallow rolls of your hips in return as Joel gets settled inside of you.

The first thrust makes your eyes roll back so far that you see black. “Feel good?”

“So… so fu–fucking goo… good daddy,” you whimper into the console, gripping the sides of it just so you have something to hold onto.

“Swallowin’ daddy’s dick whole in this greedy cunt. Goddamn, drippin’ down my fuckin’ balls. Such a masochistic slut, all after a poundin’ from an old man. All up in a tizzy for this cock.”

You moan your agreement, completely submissive to Joel’s wills. You move like a ragdoll for him, letting him yank you back on his cock while he meets you there, thrust for thrust. He pulls out, a small mercy, but when he sheathes himself back inside of you in full, it’s the beginning of a punishing pace.

You don’t even notice yourself drooling all over the console until Joel says something about it. “Droolin’ from two places. Yeah, baby, you needed this. Daddy’s pretty cockslut.” You whine especially loudly when Joel drags you back across the console, damn near fast enough to give your stomach rugburn. 

Hands framing your spread legs, Joel hooks them both around his torso, using the leverage to plow into you. You’re boneless beneath him, mouth frozen in silent moans. His hips meet your ass with each shove of his cock in your sloppy cunt, the obscene sound of slap after slap pealing out within the truck. “Damn lucky we’re in the middle of nowhere,” Joel growls on another thrust. “Someone woulda been knockin’ on the window long time ago with how loud you’re bein’.”

“Mmph,” you gasp when Joel tosses one of your legs up and over the passenger seat. You hold yourself there as he digs his fingers into your other thigh, shifting his spare hand to your mound.

“Daddy please please please plea–” you start panting like a broken record, desperate to feel his hand on your clit, which throbs with inattention on the console. You grind frantically on the edge just in case he denies you again. 

Joel laughs above you, fully smudging two fingers across your clit in a blur of indescribable pleasure. “Ain’t gonna make ya beg this time. Can’t wait to feel ya creamin’ ‘round me… maybe I’ll make ya lick that up too. Nasty bitch.”

“Joooel, oh fuck, please…” you whine as he continues railing you, this time fiercely tweaking your clit in-time with his movements.

The new position has his thrusts meeting your cervix, and you scream, pleasure corkscrewing through your body. There’s nowhere for all of it to go with how viciously it burns in your stomach – all you can do is take it and whine for him. “Takin’ it real good. See what happens when ya behave? You get this fat cock splittin’ your whore cunt in two, jus’ like you were askin’ for.”

He grips your hip tight, clearly expecting an answer. You slur, “Mhm, daddy!”

Joel rubs faster circles around your clit, spouting filth while he drills your pussy. You can tell he’s chasing his own release, too, hips frantically fucking in and out of you, his cock twitching every single time you clench. You’re burning up as he jackhammers your pussy. Your second orgasm of the night brims low in your stomach, “Come on, baby, know you’re close. Feel this slutty pussy squeezin’ me. You gonna ask permission like a good girl this time, or are ya gonna go back to your defiant little slut self?”

“No, daddy,” you whimper, suspended in thin air over orgasmic bliss. He’s rubbing your clit erratically, doing everything he can to hold you in place. “P-please daddy, can I come?” You practically scream it out.

“Go ahead,” he says. “Come for daddy’s, come allll over daddy’s cock.”

The band snaps. Your back arches, and you feel time stop in the second before you fall slack on the console, spasming from the best orgasm of your fucking life. Your clit feels like there’s fucking pop rocks on it, something that not even your vibrator has ever achieved. “Thank you daddy!” you cry out, repeating it as you lose all feeling in your bones. You hardly have any control over your body anymore – it’s just Joel Joel Joel Joel. Sated and weary, you just lay there, letting Joel fuck into you.

And fuck into you he does – roughly, helping you ride out your orgasm as he pursues his. “That’s my girl,” he says, and you swear that alone could make you cum all over again. “Lettin’ your daddy use this juicy, well-fucked cunt to get his own.” He can’t hold back his moans, that’s how you know he’s close, grunting and gasping as he rocks his hips into yours. His hand lands on your ass in a sharp smack, and your pussy clenches in exactly the way that he expected. He lets out a particularly ragged noise, folding himself over you to nip at your neck and rest his forehead against your shoulder blade. “Daddy’s close, where do ya want me, baby?”

“Tits,” you whine. It’s a miracle you can even get that one word out, but somehow, you manage a few more. “Come on my tits, daddy.”

“Fuck!” Joel shouts, yanking himself over you. You help him roll yourself over and sit up on your elbows, and he jerks himself once, twice, before spraying his load all over your tits with the loudest groan yet. His brows fold together as he cums, eyes drooping and his mouth parted as he takes deep breaths.

You sit there for a handful of heavy minutes, listening to each other’s jagged breathing and the sawtoothed wind outside. You’re both so fucked. Literally, and figuratively. Stuck in the buttfuck middle of nowhere, you with your dad’s proclaimed bestie’s cum drying on your tits, and said bestie staring at you with post-coital puppy dog eyes and your cum all over his balls.

You’re the first to speak up, still winded. “That was… that was good.”

Joel nods mindlessly, tongue swiping out to lick his lips. He beckons you closer, and on trembling legs, you bring yourself to the backseat. You return to your previous position, huddled up and curled next to the door. Joel fumbles around under the back bench for a little until he comes up with a small, sunbleached pack of princess-themed pocket tissues that have to be as old as Sarah is. He dabs at your chest before stuffing them into the closest empty cupholder, and then brings you closer to his chest.

You don’t notice yourself falling asleep when all you can feel is Joel.

There’s better ways to wake up than a furious rapping on the window, but that isn’t the first thing you notice. You blink your eyes open groggily, only to face an egg yolk sun cracking wide open over the treeline and snowmelt bleeding out from every given surface. Joel’s behind you, nose in your neck, snoring softly with his arms wrapped around your middle. You take a moment to admire him – his sun kissed skin and his peaceful expression. It takes you a moment to remember you slept with him. You slept with Joel, and it was the best fuck of your life.

You’re stretching, on the verge of a yawn, when you see the familiar head of black hair over the window. “Shit!” you shout. Joel jerks to life behind you, mumbling something that sounds a lot like ‘what?’. 

You scramble to pull the coat over the both of you from where it fell off of you in the middle of the night, covering your naked bodies. “Get dressed!” you hiss to Joel, searching for wherever the fuck your panties ended up last night.

“What the hell’s gotten into ya–” he starts, and you feel the exact moment that he realizes Tommy Miller is outside of the truck. “Motherfucker,” he curses, swaying towards the front seat to snag his clothes. You see him almost put his head through his T-shirt armhole three times before he gets it right. His sweatpants are next, which he tugs up his bare legs without even searching for his boxers.

“Joel?” Tommy shouts outside. “Wake up, sleepin’ beauty!” He knocks on the door again, the windows blurry from melting snow. You have that to thank, at least. It buys you enough time to tug your polo over your head, but not enough time to button it all the way up.

“Fuckin’... dumbass,” Joel huffs as he clips the lock on the door and kicks it open, looking at least somewhat composed. You take deep breaths, looking between the two of them. “How’d you find us?”

Tommy looks Joel up and down, scrutinizing him. “What happened to southern gentleman manners? I came out here to save ya from Mt. Everest, brother! Least you could say is ‘thank you’.”

“Thank you,” you fill in for Joel, even if the last thing you’re feeling is grateful.

“Her daddy threw a hissy fit, y’know? Told him you were fine and we’d go lookin’ for ya in the mornin’. We saw all that backup on the highway, I went this way, he went that way, turns out my gut was right. ‘Course my dumbass brother would take this route… hey, you’re truck’s a fuckin’ mess.” Tommy sinks his hand into the closest cupholder, pulling out a wad of tissues that have been soaked in his cum. You hiss as if you’ve been scalded with boiling hot water.

Joel starts, “Tommy–”

“What the fuck is this shit?” The realization seems to dawn on poor Tommy when he’s peeling apart the tissues, and he drops them like they’re a thousand pounds. You can’t even bring yourself to scold him for littering as the wind carries them away. “Joel. You dirty dog!” He says, eyes flitting between the two of you like it’s the most impossible thing in the world.

Your heart picks up to a speed that can rival most NASCAR drivers and your face burns like hot asphalt. You look pointedly down at the ground.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Joel seethes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Get outta here, you little shit.”

Tommy’s hands go up. “Hey now, I ain’t doin’ anything. That is not a conversation I wanna have with her daddy.” He clears his throat, effectively clearing the air along with it. “So, uh, truck break down?” Joel grunts in affirmation.

“Been tellin’ ya you need to make a stop at the auto shop… C’mon, I’ll get y'all home,” Tommy says, jingling the keys to his own truck. “Call a tow on the way.”

Joel drags his feet all the way to Tommy’s passenger side. You get your wallet and jacket together, winding the latter around your waist. The sun almost blinds you on your way out, and Tommy stops you.

“I hope you didn’t let ‘im stick it to ya with them prehistoric condoms. You’re smarter ‘n that.”

“God, no,” you huff out.

“I dunno what’s stupider, lettin’ my asshole brother hit it raw or gettin’ a UTI–”

“Okay!” you announce, hands going up as you round the back of Tommy’s truck. “Conversation over.” You’re still smiling playfully at Tommy as you clamber into the back of the truck, sighing when the air conditioner hits.

Just like that, back to the same old same old sunny, shithole state of Texas. Joel looks at you in the rearview mirror and winks at you. You guess not everything has to stay the same these days.

[hyukascampfire]

IT WIŁŁ COME BAC₭ ⠀,, k.th

it’s a small world. you knew this, but you came to really believe it when you ran into an old classmate at the grocery store on a snowy vacation. how strange is that? even more so when he shows up once more at the door of your cabin, frozen from the cold and needing your help. ִֶָ. ´-

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“Taehyun?”

The man turns around, brow pinched and eyes searching for who’d said his name. When those sharp, intelligent eyes land on you, familiarity passes over them. In the black, there’s a shine, and the shape of them softens into something else; something you’re more used to, on him.

“Hey,” he says. His arms are full of supplies and groceries. Knitting his strong brows together, he says, “What are you doing out here?”

You toss the chips you’d been grabbing before you noticed him into your cart. It falls with a crinkle down onto the mountain of other snacks just like it. You should probably pick up some real food, too. The others shouldn’t have made food your job. If it was up to you, the cabinets would be stuffed with an array of quick snacks. Cooking isn’t really your strong suit. 

“I’m gonna spend a few nights at a cabin here with some friends. We wanted to find some snow, since it never snows back home,” you say, and then you laugh at the absurdity of finding someone from your hometown all the way out here. What are the odds of that? Especially since everybody graduated and scattered out into their own moving lives. “What are you doing out here?”

He reaches up to push his glasses up his nose, an easy smile on his lips. The sight of it brings back memories.

Taehyun and you had not been the closest in high school. You were in different crowds, and he kept to his own anyway. But the few times you two did interact, by some assigned group project or an incidental brief exchanging of words, he was nice enough. 

He changed a lot, though. If someone were to ask you yesterday if you remember him from school, the image you would’ve imagined is at stark odds with the man standing  in front of you now. Where the long, lanky limbs and unsure demeanor of a boy once was, there is now all the confidence of a man. The angles of him are sharper, more defined and chiseled. And, his shoulders… He’s gotten broader, too. The butterflies in your belly are strange; It’s strange feeling like this over a man you might not have looked twice at years ago. He wasn’t ugly by any means, back then. You just… had an eye out for other things. Your palate was different.

He answers, “Touché.” Stepping back, he lets another customer push their cart through the gap between you. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. What have you been up to? Back home for break? It seems like everybody from school moved on. It’s nice seeing someone from our class.”

It’s not an answer to your question, but the snow gear and thick jackets in his arms tell you enough. He’s seeking snow, too. Snow birding is really the only way that you might see snow, here. Snow really only ever comes to the mountain peaks. Speaking up over some storewide announcement that makes the bustle around you impossibly louder, you say, “Oh my god, right? That’s what I was just thinking.” You make your tone light—the kind of saturated sweetness that comes with small talk, all manufactured and stilted. It’s not necessarily awkward; you just are clumsy with this kind of conversation. You just ramble to fill the space. “I… Just have been working. Never went to school. Did I tell you that you look good? What have you been up to?”

For a moment, you think you see a glimpse of something… strange pass over his eyes. Something that makes you feel weird—one of those hair-rising feelings that you cannot explain, but feel innately to your core. A primal hunger being fed, a twitching of his lips, as though vindicated. It’s gone in nothing more than a blink of an eye, and barely even was there in the first place. You’ve got a mushy brain from driving all day, anyway. What a strange thing for your mind to make up, though.

“Nothing much. Work for me, too,” he says, shrugging. “Finally got the chance to get away from it, and decided to come out here.”

Another shopper comes shoving themselves between you. Clearly, your catching up is an obstruction on their very important, very urgent shopping trip. Taking the hint, you tell Taehyun, “I get it, believe me. But…” You gesture at your groceries. “I’ve gotta finish up shopping before everybody gets here. It was nice seeing you! I wish I could linger, really.”

He offers you an easy smile, letting his crossed arms fall away from his chest and shaking his head. “No big deal. I’ve got some stuff to pick up, too. Have a nice one, yeah? Don’t get caught in the blizzard, or anything.”

Snorting, you dip your head  goodbye and say, “I’ll try not to.”

❅

The hardwood floors creak beneath your flustered pacing. “Are you serious? How long is it gonna be?”

“I’m sorry? I didn’t expect someone to slash our fucking tires?” Your friend’s voice cuts in and out through the speakers, one of the few hollow sounds in the cabin. Aside from you and the decor, it’s empty. “I’m sorry that you’re stuck out there, but there’s nothing we can do. You’re going to have to wait it out for a few days. At least until we can get there.”

Gritting your teeth, you give her a tactful Okay, bye, and thumb the big red button. The sound of the call ending echoes, too. Curling your arms around yourself, the whole place feels big and haunting. The howling of whipping wind and snow against the windows doesn’t help.

Someone had slashed their tires, and now you’re going to be here alone. For days. If being alone wasn’t already making knots of your belly, that was. It’s startling: going out of your way to slash someone's tires, but making no attempts at stealing the car or anything in it. Either it’s personal, or somebody just wanted to ruin somebody else’s day. Both leave a sour taste in your mouth.

Your every limb goes rigid at a thump, and in the corner of your eye, there’s movement. When you whip your head to look fully in that direction, all that moves in the window is snow like haze and the trees bending in the same violent wind. Nothing but night and the storm.

Beside yourself, you inch toward the window to look closer. Tugging a thick, willowy curtain to one side, you do a scan.

Sat in the snow, dusting over with heavy white flakes as you look, are a pair of glasses. You are not stupid enough to go out and get a closer look. 

❅

With the fireplace roaring, the place doesn’t feel so empty. 

You waited all day for the snow to stop coming down so hard. If you’re going to be alone here for days, you want to go out and spend the daylight away around other people.

Really, you just don’t want to be in this cabin all by yourself. You have a bad feeling. It;s unfounded, maybe. But you do.

The snow does not stop falling, and the wind does not stop blowing it into thick piles. It’s everywhere: the whole entire yard is coating thick with it, and so is your car. Could you even drive away in this, if you needed to? Maybe after thirty minutes of plowing snow. You’ve at least kicked enough of it away from the porch to open the door.

At some point, hope for doing anything but toiling around in here dwindled away. With what embers of excitement for vacation you have left, you tugged on some knitted socks and played Christmas classics off your phone.

You’re still playing them as you decide to cook something up. You’re not the best cook, but what do you have to lose? It’ll only be you eating it. If it goes awry, you’ve still got snacks to make into a meal. 

The kitchen comes alive while you work. You tug out all the pots and pans that the cabin owners provide, clicking the stove on while you dance and hum along to the songs that you’d seemingly come out of the womb knowing. Pulling the fridge open to the song of Silver Bells, you decide on something ambitious and set ingredients out over the counters. 

You don’t even get to slicing before there’s a knock at the door. Three very solid, very resounding knocks. The knife makes a clattering sound as you let it drop to the cutting board.

There shouldn’t be anybody out here. Maybe your friends got the car up and running, and forgot to let you know. Your heart thrums a wild, crashing beat, as you swipe your phone up to shoot a quick text.

At the top of a screen, a text comes in from an unknown number. Your belly does a frantic swoop, a thousand different thoughts swarming and shoving to be the one at the forefront of your mind. 

+1 [678-999-8212]

Hey, it’s Taehyun.

+1 [678-999-8212]

I’m sorry if this is weird, but I’m the one who just knocked at your door. I wanted to hike up to my cabin but I’m lost as hell right now, and recognized your car outside

+1 [678-999-8212]

Thought it would be better to ask you for help instead of a random.

You take a moment to blink at the glow of the screen. Taehyun was the one knocking on your door? That both settles you and kicks up more questions. What are the odds that you both rented out cabins from the same people? The world is small; you’re reminded that a lot, these days. 

Sliding your phone into your back pocket, you head for the door. He’s got to be freezing. It’s coming down hard out there.

The door swings open to Taehyun’s face just as frost-glazed as you expected. His jaw chatters and his nose and cheeks are a deep, winter-pink. Despite it, his mouth pulls into a friendly smile—the kind that illustrates in the humorous corners that he is aware of the absurdity of his situation, as well. He keeps his hands tucked into his pockets, a thick winter jacket zipped up to the top dusted at the shoulders with fat snowflakes just the same as on top of his coal-black hair.

“Oh my god,” you say. A laugh seeps through the cracks. “I’ve got the fireplace going hot. Do you wanna come in? How long have you been out there?” Stepping to one side, you offer him entry into your home. Temporary home, that is. 

He tries to rein in the shivers, you can see it in the smile he’s got plastered on his face and the way he buzzes and trembles around the edges like the bitter cold is trying to push against his skin and escape him. “If it doesn’t bother you,” he says, stepping in past you. When he passes, thick in the air, he smells like smoke and the dark woods—it’s musky and familiar, but also haunting in the way that the wilder edges of a forest could be. 

He smells nice. Really nice. The kind of blend of manly musk and cologne that makes a woman look twice. It makes you look twice as he passes, at least.

Him standing there now, eyes roving over the cabin’s wood walls and the knitted blankets and the fire whispering from the living room, you realize how strange it is to be here with an old classmate that you haven’t seen for at least three years. How awkward it is. 

“It doesn’t bother me at all. You did scare me a bit, though,” you say, shooing the wispy chill away with a close of the door. “I’d rather you not freeze to death out there. It’s, like, ten degrees.” You tuck your arms across your chest. “What made you go hiking in this? It’s been nasty today. I haven’t even been able to leave.”

His cheek twitches with a dimple. Even back in school, you noticed that. Then, it’d fit right into his face. Now, it’s a delicious contrast against his angled face. “Sorry I scared you. I knew it’d be weird, but… Yeah, I was freezing out there. I seriously thought I was going to die.” Hair brushes over his eyes, their cunning and sharpness something that draws you in. Like two swirling, black pools of swirling water, they beckon you in a way that you can’t quite digest. “It wasn’t too bad down by the car, and I didn’t know there was a whole damn trail up here, so I… yeah. It got bad.”

Snorting, you nod. “I bet.” You’re not sure what else to say; your mind freezes over in an impermeable frost. You tap around with a pick to try and find words, but there’s no getting through it. You hardly know him. What do you talk about? What are you going to talk about, considering the fact that he’s no doubt going to be here for some time? Until it stops blizzarding so hard outside, at least. 

Charging through the tense moment with a brassiness that you do not remember him carrying back then, Taehyun nods a gesture toward the kitchen and the dinner you’d been in the middle of making. “Making something?” he says. The low, warm light of the cabin washes over him and make his face something cozier than it’d been standing frozen at your front door. It also makes a show of the angles of his cheek as it turns, and the tall line of his nose. Something on him is missing. You can’t capture the notion or put your finger on it, but somewhere in the depths of memory, you feel like there was something there that isn’t here with him now. Maybe it’s a different styling of his hair from the last time you saw him, wind-swept as it is now. Or maybe you’re just stir-crazy. 

“Yeah.” You nod, watching in place as he ventures into the kitchen. Narrowing your eyes down, you try to pinpoint the thought. Is it something small? A pair of earrings? “I was gonna cook up something warm for dinner, but I’m not the best cook. I don’t burn anything, but… it’s never great, you know?”

Taehyun tugs his jacket off his arms, and you confirm that it’s not a certain jacket or something. “I’ll help,” he says, discarding the heavy thing. “Make myself useful.”

“Oh!” you say, bringing your hands together in realization. “Are you not wearing your glasses? Holy shit, I’ve been staring at you thinking something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell what it was.” 

He furrows his brows, corners of his mouth twitching. The look passes over his face in nothing more than a split-second, before something else plasters over it. He crinkles his nose and says, “Huh. I didn’t even notice…” The knife you’d left to let him in glints as he picks it up to assume where you’d left off. “Didn’t you say that you were here with some friends? Is everybody asleep already?”

You trace the lines of his face where those brown glasses had rested the last time you’d seen him. He must’ve forgotten them in his cabin this morning, or something, before he went out. You grab a pot and fill it over the sink for noodles. “Actually, they all got caught up back home. It’s literally just me here for days. I’ve been so bored.” Over your shoulder, you add, “I’m just making some fettuccine and chicken.”

“Caught up?” he says, voice casual and occupied. The sound of the knife against the cutting board as he slices follow his words.

“Yeah. Someone messed their car up bad… Like, knife to the tires and the windows were smashed in all over the seats. It was fucking terrifying.” Clicking the stove on, you set the pot to boil. 

Taehyun doesn’t answer for a few minutes. You look over your shoulder and find him working in the chicken still. He answers, his eyes dragging up to you for a quick moment before making sure he doesn’t cut a finger off, “Did they steal anything?”

Turning to him fully as you wait for the water to bubble and turn over, you say, “That’s the weird thing. They didn’t steal or anything, they just fucked it up and… left.”

“Huh,” he says, furrowing his strong brow down at his working hands. “Yeah, that’s weird. That’s some personal shit. Maybe someone had a shit day.” The end comes out around a breathy laugh.

“Yeah, maybe.” You crack open the cardboard flaps and pour the noodles into the pot. “Still… scary.”

Taehyun takes over the cooking, and you’re happy to entrust dinner to him. He works diligently, and the sight of his back as he stirs and chops and seasons—it’s mouth-watering. This way, you can fully admire him as he does. You’re not much help, anyway. Instead, you just start the gentle hum of Christmas music once more and stay out of his way.

It’s nice to have somebody here. The howling of the wind and the echoing of your own movements back to you has started to become haunting. Maybe having Taehyun here is a bit unconventional, and it really should be your friends here with you, but having him here is the better outcome than some creep being the one knocking at your door. It’s nice to have him here in case that does happen, too.

It’s not like he’s bad company, or anything, either.

When the entirety of the cabin is full with the smell of warm dinner and your conversation, you swoop back in to offer help with something you can manage. Stepping beside him, indulging in his rich scent once more, you plate the dinner he’d made for you. Steam dances up from it and beckons your tastebuds. “You’re, like, a Michelin chef. What the hell? Thank you.”

He doesn’t answer, and in the corner of your eye, you catch his knuckles going white around the counter’s edge where he leans his weight into the arm. Frowning, you go to look up at him.

It leaves his face when you catch it, but you find him looking down at you�� different again. Darker, as though the pupils at the center have grown hungry and eaten up the chocolate there. You think you see his jaw tightening and a hard swallow bobbing in his throat, too. His face is so close like this, you can see the plush turn to his lips and the darkness beneath his eyes, and even the chap of his lips.

Flustering, you take a step back and do your work there. You’d stepped way too close to him. Does he think you’re weird? You’ve always been the type with a scarce personal bubble; you forget that others don’t work the same.

“It’s nothing much,” he finally says. It’s cool and collected once more. “I make this all the time. It’s one of my favorites.”

Handing him his plateful, the chicken glistening with glaze and the noodles a swirl of cream and garnish, you say, “You’ll have to write down the recipe for me, or something. I totally want to make it for myself.”

Accepting it with another easy grin, he says, “Yeah, sure.” He forks a bit of chicken off the plate.

The smile does not reach his eyes.

❅

The longer you look at it, the worse the feeling gets.  Black and scrawled in wobbling lines, jagged and dark in places where he’d gone over a line a few times, you just… feel like you’ve seen it all before. It’s a smokey, tainted memory, far-off and obscured no matter how you squint your eyes.

Why do you remember it? Why does the sight of it crawl like dread under your skin and wilt? Sure, you went to school with Taehyun, but you don’t really think recognizing his handwriting should feel like this. Who even pays attention to the handwriting of somebody you interacted with once or twice, anyway?

God. You are dramatic. You kick your legs out of the comforter, swelteringly thick and quilted with a gaudy winter pattern of reds and browns and whites, and fold up the paper to place it on the darkwood bedside table.

The click of you flicking the white switch on echoes off the bathroom’s tiled walls. You reach for your toothbrush on the counter, and then the world goes dark around you.

You freeze, eyes frantically blinking and straining against the blackness to adjust. The power had gone out. There’s a few beats of you stricken in place, toothbrush in hand, thrown for a loop.

Then, the whole cabin goes out as the power to the heater dies, too. You swear. 

Your journey down the hallway is a stumbling of legs and the grooves of the wood-paneled walls against your fingertips. It’s the pitch black of night out here, too. The only thing you can see is the static that fills up the gaps when it’s dark. “Taehyun?” you say. Is he asleep already? You don’t even know where the room he’d taken for the night is, relative to where you are now.

Nothing answers you for a few moments, and then from an opening door, light floods like a miracle. The shape of him, the light from his phone’s flashlight just enough to dimly illuminate his features, comforts you. His hair is ruffled, like he’d just drug himself from bed.

“Power went out,” he says. It’s awfully loud, now that you two are the only sounds in here. 

“Yeah, I think I just had a little heart attack. I was up brushing my teeth.” Why hadn’t you thought to use your phone’s light? “The heater… We’re gonna freeze to death. Do you think they have a generator, or something? The fireplace doesn’t really do much…”

He features glow in as he moves the phone. “Mine didn’t. It’s fine, my room’s got a fireplace in it. We can close the door and get it warm in there.”

“Better than nothing,” you say, shrugging and following him in.

You plop on his bed, the surface of it cold and plush, while he works on kindling a fire. “This is, like, nowhere near where I thought I’d be for vacation.”

He readjusts the logs, dry and perfect for burning, into a point. Poking and prodding, Taehyun says, “Not having fun?”

You snort at the dry and flat delivery. “Friends haven’t even gotten back to me, I’m snowed in, and I’m locked in here with a total stranger.” You draw out the last word as a joke, your smile painting the tone playful, but it’s the truth. You don’t know Taehyun one bit. It’s just as strange and unpredictable as the other things on the list of things that have gone awry. “I guess I had a good dinner, so I can’t be complaining too much.”

Curling up to his full height, he takes a knee and settles into the bed beside you. “Make some room for this stranger, won’t you? We should probably try to use our body heat.”

Laughing, you go to say something to rift off his joke. It dies in your throat when he doesn’t join you. In an awkward sort of panic, you wince and say, “Yeah, it’s cold as hell. We’re gonna freeze to death in our sleep.”

And, ridiculously, you crawl under the covers. You don’t know why you do it; maybe it’s because he’s completely serious and watching you, or maybe because it’s true that you might actually get so cold in your sleep that you die if you don’t. Either way, you do. You don’t know which way to settle: facing him or with your back turned to him. Both are strange, but which is stranger?

Facing him, you decide that turning your back to him just doesn’t settle in your soul right.

“Weird night,” he says, sliding himself under the blanket’s covering. The same blanket that you lay in. “But…” he says, eyes flickering over you laid there. He looks as though he’s going to say something else, but he decides against it. “Good night.”

He does you a favor and turns his back to you.

❅

Night still holds the world in its claws when your eyes flutter open.

You shift to try and find that perfect position that’ll lull you back into sleep, slipping your legs over the sheets and shifting your cheek against your arm and wiggling your hips against the solid pressure behind you.

The pressure behind you. Stilling, your eyes fly open.

The weight of Taehyun behind you, his chest rising and falling, and the warmth of him, pierce through sleep’s haze like a white-hot knife. You’re all the way on his side of the bed, pressing your bottom into him. Shame creeps its wicked way from your chest and then out through your skin, blazing the skin of your cheeks. You push up on an elbow to scoot back to your side of the bed as slow and covertly as you can manage.

Fingers like teeth, biting the skin of your waist, stop you. Your heart jumps.

“Don’t move.” Taehyun’s breath and words curl out over the juncture of your neck like a chill. He lets you sit in that for a moment, your heart thumping like a frightened bird in a cage, before he says, “It’s weird. Weird that when I suggested you sleep in my bed, you looked so nervous. But, look where you are now.”

Your voice comes out strangled. “I’m sorry.”

When his palm slides down from your waist to brush over your belly, you begin to think that it’s not an apology that he wants. Your stomach does untamed dips and rolls. It’d been the cold that you were afraid of, but now it’s the blistering heat that blooms where his touch goes that grips you. 

“That didn’t take very long.”  Like a trail of growing, raging fire, he takes that hand and brings it down the lengths of your body. Over your hip, and then down the supple curve of your ass, and then down the back of your thighs, where he toys with the notion of slipping it between the seam there. “It never did take much for you to give those men your body. Give them what was mine. Don’t worry, I’ll make it right. I’ll make you right.”

Your mind turns over itself, a thousand stray, blinding thoughts bursting at the seams and all asking for your attention. You don’t know which to start with; you don’t have the slightest clue what he means. Asking any of them out loud seems absurd, and the notion crumbles to dust when he brings his arm down your front to cup your heat.

“Face in the bed, ass up.” He commands it in your ear like ice: absolute and biting. “It’s how you like it, isn’t it?”

Doggy is how you like it. You don’t know how Taehyun would know that. What you do know, though, is the way the simple words kindle hungry fire in your cunt. Dragging yourself from the heat of the mattress in a bleary, glazed-over mess of limbs, you paint yourself into an obscene picture: your cheek presses into the mattress, blazing with disbelief, your eyes wide and gone and the mess of your hair obscuring them, and your back the delicate arch of sex and sinfulness as you display your ass high in the air for him.

When you look at him to see how he likes it, you don’t find the man that you saw in the grocery store, nor the man that you let into your cabin. The look you find, vacant and overflowing with an untamed hunger, raises the hair on your skin. It’s off. 

“Taehyun,” you say. It’s really just to speak—you don’t have words. 

He runs a hand down the curve of your back. His voice comes from behind you, now. “This should’ve been just mine. But you never did look my way, did you?” Your body jumps when his hands find your hips and the fabric in the way of your skin there. Hooking his thumbs under both the waistband of your bottoms and your panties, he drags them down your thighs in a slow crawl. Each inch of blazing skin bared to the air tingles against the cold and under his gaze as you feel his eyes eat it up. 

That’s what his eyes do: they eat and they eat, taking up the space around them like ever-hungry blackholes until there is nothing but their absence of light and their heaviness. That was the pull you remember in the store—a force like gravity beckoning a perverse finger at you and leaving you nowhere to go but toward him.

He pulls the fabric until it’s bunched at your knees. Prodding a finger, just the very end of it, at your hole. You flutter around it, belly turning. “Why didn’t you look my way?” he asks. The rustling of him working on his pants has you twitching and shifting hot against the covers. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” You’re only able to choke out the words, heart jumping up into your throat as he takes his hand up your back, pins and needles following his path and pushes your head into the mattress by the back of the neck.

Breath hot over your cheek, he says, “Is this what you want? To be fucked like an animal?” You know he means the position. Your mouth goes dry. “You’re better than that. But, if it’s what you like, I’ll fuck you like it.”

You have a thought. It’s fleeting and fuzzy like the rest of your mind, but you catch it just long enough to turn it over once. When you’d seen Taehyun, you were struck by how he looked more like the kind of guy you might go after than the lanky, off-putting one you remember. And, now he’s set on how you like to get fucked.

The tip of his cock at your entrance sends the thought to smoke and the aftermath clogs your cognitive function. Your mouth falls open as he presses some inches in, slow and enriching. But then he pulls the slight length out to collect some slick and tap his cockhead to your clit. You jolt against the sheets.

When he slides back in this time, he makes sure to brush your hair out of your face to watch every last inch of you taking him reflected in the furrowing of your brows and the glassiness of your eyes and the pink of your cheeks.

He stills when he reaches the hilt, his hips flush to your ass, his shadow falling over you as he leans to bring his ear to your mouth. “You should’ve looked my way. Things could’ve been so different. It’s okay—I’ll make you realize. I know who you really are. I’ll wash this all away and clean you up and make you good again.”

He doesn’t leave space for words or thought. Not enough for you to taste the rust like rot over his iron words. Planting his heels on the bed and shoving your face further into the bed, he starts his hips in a rhythm that has your breaths stuttering and achy wines clawing out from the prison of your chest. He does not move precisely, nor is the bucking of his hips pointed, but it’s a crashing sort of ruin. It doesn’t matter if he finds that spot inside of you. He’s going to consume your every sense: he steals the taste in your mouth and replaces it with himself, steals your hearing with his pants and grunts, steals your sight as his cock twists your insides up, and steals your ability to feel anything but him. He steals your breath, too. Just as a wicked little souvenir. 

“Hhh—fuck, Taehyun, holy shit,” you say. A procession of crude and mewled cries come tumbling out your mouth after your words. No matter now you filter your sounds to try and maintain your decency, he just drags them from you anyway. 

Bringing his hand up to splay his hand over the entirety of the back of your head rather than the delicate back of your neck, he grits out, “Filthy-fucking-mouth.” He punctuates the words with a hollow smack of his skin against your ass. It’s the sound of sex incarnate—your skin burns hearing it clashing against the rest of your debased sounds. “And it’s just for me, now. Isn’t that fucking great? None of those vile pigs are gonna touch what’s mine again. Not after this. You—” His voice tightens when a certain spot he nudges in your cunt sends it clinging to him and sucking him back in at every return. “You were really testing the limits to my patience. Do you know that?” He drags his hand over your face, smearing obscenity over you with just his tainted touch. “Of course you fucking don’t. You don’t notice shit. It’s why you let this world walk all over you. It’s why you need me.”

As hard and fast as he fucks you, he doesn’t exchange full strokes for it. He pulls completely out of you each time he snaps his hips back, and then meets your ass in burning collisions when he slips his cock right back into you. You struggle for breath, trying to feed your oxygen-starved brain to contend with his snarled preaching. Never once do you catch a full chest of air, though. It turns your thoughts liquid, stupid and simple. “Taehyun—Taehyun,” you say, throat tight. The sheets are stifling against your clammy skin, and the hair around your neck is damp. You take fistfuls of the bunches fabric and his other hand on your hip to ground yourself. 

You are beyond grounding. All that floats in your head, one bare thought, is the beginnings of terrifying tightness in your lower belly. Only the sharpest things shove through the shadow permeating your mind. Nip. Bite. He drags his teeth over the soft curves of your shoulders and the expanse of your back. Anywhere he can reach, really. His mouth paints you in aching splotches—the kind that will speak of him should anybody other see your body. The kind that speaks already of who they belong to. You eyes and throat burn.

Taehyun brings that hand he’d been molding into the fat of your hip and curls the muscle-corder forearm across both of your hip bones. A bar. A cage. His solid chest works similarly as he blankets himself over you, speaking into your wild tousle of hair. “Fuck–Gonna cum now.” The friction of his cock against your walls becomes something more unpredictable. The tightening of that knot, just on the verge of a snap that might reverberate through you and crush you into nothing more than bitten flesh and eroded virtue, sits on the horizon. It’s a terrifying thing to be rushing toward. “A—and then they’ll realize that you’re mine. They’ll never put their goddamn hands on you again. Not when your body will have me written all over it.” You can hear the tightness of his gritted jaw, the words seething like black, festering corruption. They fall over your skin and taint you, too. No longer do you shake and tremble against him with innocent little squeaks. Gilt with his words as he speaks them, your body stiffens and your cries go hoarse and pitiful. You try not to think about how you sound. “Isn’t it so good? We’re perfect together. You’re perfect underneath me. Do you know how many—how many times I fucked my fist thinking about you like this? All I ever wanted was for you to realize that we are so much better than the rest of them. It’s always meant to be us. Why did you let them touch you? Dirty your skin?”

All you manage is a heaved cry. He pins you to the mattress and begins fucking you into it. In the black of your eyelids, you watch purity go to dust.

“Take my load, baby. Stay still,” he says. His voice goes soft, like whispers. Like he’s gotten everything he’s wanted, now. 

You squirm beneath the weight of him, hips reining against the arm he holds you there by the hips with. Alarm bells ring, booming and thunderous, but in this state of mind, they sound like the music of climax. To the beat of the bells and his hips, blazing through your reddened bottom and your utter inability to breathe, you go tumbling toward that terrifying release. 

Taehyun’s steadfast pace stutters. “It’s okay,” he tells you, clearing your clammy face of hair once more. His face is right in yours, his eyes heavy and consumptive. “Just let it happen. I’m gonna breed you up, and then it’ll be forever. We’ll be forever. Can’t let you get away again. Not when I’ve got you now. I need you to take it. Can you do that for me?”

Managing one last mhm, all your sounds catch in your throat. You stop meeting halfway, muscles twisting and turning and raging against the profound, terrible wash of it. Eyes flying open, your cunt clings to him, insides fluttering and rippling in a way that begins delightfully, but toes the line of dreadful as his cock continues to tighten them further. Lightning strikes from your core, crawling and crackling from it. It moves your thighs, convulsing them in tandem with the same release wreaking havoc in your stomach.

Cursing low in your ear, he fucks you frantically, fingers planted on your hips. His cock twitches against you a few times, and then the arm he’s supporting himself on collapses down to the elbow and he’s pinning you and shooting white-hot cum right into you. Your shoulder takes the imprint of his cheek as he nips the shoulder he hangs over. His hips twitch, rolling to ride out his high with deep, chesty groans, and then jumping up to spurt a little bit more into you. His panted breaths fall against your skin like fire. 

You blink bleariness away from your eyes. For a few long minutes, that’s all you do. Your chest races so much so that you feel the pulse in your neck and the thumping of it where it rests. Your insides are liquid and intangible, blood slow just as slow as your thoughts.

When reality seeps back through your veins, though, Taehyun’s tugging his chest from your sweaty meeting of bodies. His fingers dig right into the reddened skin where his hips had abused your bottom to hold you open. To view you, and the slow oozing of his seed from your hole. The weight of his gaze sends you fluttering. With the movement of your hole, more of the hot and thickness comes seeping out, slow like molten passion down the shape of your slit and then over your clit and then dripping down onto the bed from you.

The feel of it has you swallowing hard. Holy shit, you are stupid. So painfully stupid. So, you’re just letting men cum inside while you’re not on birth control, now? Ones that you haven’t seen since school? Ones that talk like… that?

Tapping your thigh and pressing a hot kiss to your outer hip, Taehyun says, “I’m gonna go check the breakers. You take it easy here for a second.”

Whiplashed, you nod. There goes that pristine, normal mask again. You watch him go, heaving yourself up from the nasty bedding to be greeted by the musk of sex humid in the air. You think a thousand little thoughts, watching the wall as you go far away in your mind.

Everything that he said… That was not just a little weird, or a little kinky. It was bone-chilling. The taste in your mouth, still tainted by him, sours.

You pull out your phone. Pressing it to your ear, your blood runs sluggish still. 

The cabin owner’s voice comes staticky through the speakers, asking you what you need help with. You ask about the power outage and where the breaker might be, debriefing him on Taehyun ending up here because he wasn’t able to make it to his own cabin, and how you think that the storm outside might be why the power’s gone out.

The cabin owner’s answer makes you pale.

It’s not a crashing realization. Not a thundering storm reaching its climax, nor a firework plasma and explosive at its center but flashy as it sparkles, nor a searing knife to the gut. It’s a slow, dreadful feeling, sinking to the depths of the ocean with a weight around your ankle and the realization that there is no getting back to the surface. It is drowning with water in your lungs, knowing that you swallowed that water down. 

You know why you recognize that hand writing, and you know why Taehyun was missing his glasses, and you know why he had your number even though you have no connections, and you know why he was able to find your cabin by your car despite never having seen it, and you know why your friends never made it here. He, long and spindly legged, the spider, did not even panic when you grazed by the hints toward what he really was. You were all ready in his web, anyway. All he had to do was wait it out and watch you, caught, oblivious, squirm. And, squirm you did.

“What other cabin?” 

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hey!! I love you works=) Can I request a fem!chubby(optional)reader x gojo,where gojo is her mean roommate and after a night when he had fun with a random girl and reader couldn't sleep because of it she confront him and he shows her how much he loves-hates her (NSWF if you can,when I say love-hate I mean he loves her,but she is not afraid to attack his ego so he finds this quite annoying) I truly understand if you don't want to write and I respect your decision =) I just say to try my luck and see if you like the idea

lol well, I'm lucky to have time to indulge in this idea, so why not? hope i did this right...

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x roommate! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader can be read as chubby or not - implied mutual feelings/pining - kissing/making out - teasing - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping and licking) - doggy style + missionary position - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - Gojo being a bit whipped for you - pet names (angel, baby, princess, sweetie) - implied usage of alcohol - mention of saliva/drool. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k

“God, you can be such a fucking dumbass…Who told you to drink so much?”

“Listen–hic–I was just being the life of the party. Plus, gotta impress the ladies~”

“Oh, for God’s sake, just eat your damn mocha bread.”

Lying on the living room couch with you sitting on your knees on the carpet, tending to his drunken state, was not something Satoru Gojo had planned. It was supposed to be a chill night at the club with the guys – Geto, Nanami, and Haibara – yet he somehow found his way to the dance floor and danced like a rock star, drinking like a fish from taking up all the shots bought by all the women infatuated by him. What can he say; he could never refuse the ladies, even if he doesn’t like alcohol.

However, he’ll admit he might have overdone it and puked in the club bathroom for a solid 20 minutes before his friends decided it was time to go. You opened your apartment door to your roommate being carried by Haibara and Geto, the dark-haired men apologizing for the inconvenience at the late hour after dropping their friend on the couch and leaving you to deal with the tipsy fool. 

Although, with him dealing with the raging headache and horrid acid from the vomit earlier ruining his tastebuds, Gojo would say this wasn’t all too bad. Why? Well, now he has his cute roommate to look after him like they always do.

Although he feels a bit bad that you were up to see him at this ungodly hour, watching you sitting beside him and feeding him his favorite snack to ease his subsiding intoxication made him feel warm. The little pout on your face as you break apart pieces of the mocha bread to feed into his mouth, your gorgeous eyes examining him to see if he’s okay, and your cute pajamas comprised of an oversized shirt and some shorts. If it meant being treated by you like this, the snow-haired man figured he ought to get drunk more often.

The only problem was you nagging at him like he was a child, grabbing for his hand to hold the glass of water on his own. “Drink; I don’t want you puking on my carpet.” Yup, you were his roommate, all right.

He rolled his eyes while taking a sip. “You’re supposed to be talking all sweet and slow to me here because my head’s going at sixty miles an hour. Aren’t you supposed to be sympathetic to the weak?”

You scoffed. “Oh please, you are not weak; you’re just dumb enough to drink whatever thing some pretty girl gives you.” 

“Hmph,” He puffs at you, evoking your eye to twitch. “Well, maybe I should just go back to the venue and find that pretty lady who was dancing with me all night!” He takes a bite of some more mocha bread. “I’m sure she’d be nice enough to minister to my drunk self.”

That was a lie. There was a lady he was dancing with, the same lady who hung out with the guys at the club and had a good time with them. The woman was a wild and entertaining girl, Gojo will admit. But in all aspects, she was just there; she was nothing. If anything, Gojo wished that you were there instead of her. You were busy with work, opting to sit this out and maybe go with the guys the next time. 

And although he didn’t try to argue (outside of pestering you in giving in and coming along), he couldn’t get his mind off you while he was away. You were all he could think about, wondering if you were okay or if you remembered to eat dinner. Or just imagining you being with him, wearing something nice and letting loose around his friends – around him. Fuck, just visioning him and you dancing together would’ve been such a treat and probably saved his poor liver and stomach from all the alcohol. 

Instead, he’s spending the last moments of his late-night high with you, who should be sleeping. You say to him, “Would you?”

He draws his brows upwards. “Hmm?”

“Would you go back?” he now notices the look on your face, as if you’re going back and forth with something internally. “I mean, probably not because I’m sure whoever has to deal with you can’t feed you your favorite bread.” 

He hums, taking note of your expression and your fingers playing with the edge of his plate. “Why do you ask?”

“Because Nanami called me earlier when you were getting a little too wild, like, five shots in,” The number throws the man in a whirlwind; damn, I had more than five? “And he told me you were so tipsy and touchy that you couldn’t stop asking about me. Like, ‘Where’s Y/n’ or ‘Man, I wish Y/n was here; they love this song.’” 

Did I say that? “I said that?” A curt nod is given to Gojo, and he presses his lips to a thin line. Ah, shit. 

“All I’m saying is,” you continue with a pout. “It would be pretty scummy of you to say you’d wanna hang with another woman and then turn around and worry about me, for whatever reason.” 

Sky-blue eyes observe yours downcasted to the plate with the sweet bread. He couldn’t ignore how cute you avoided his gaze — it’s what prompted him to say this: “…There is a reason.”

“Hmm?”

“I didn’t worry about you for nothing,” you watch the white-haired man bring his upper body up from the couch with his elbows. His face is now a foot away from yours, close enough for you to see the earnest glint in his eyes under the soft, warm glow of the ceiling lighting. “Nothing is for ‘whatever’ reason if it’s with you.”

Your brows furrowed together, eyes avoiding Gojo’s gaze. “What could that reason be, I wonder. You’re just saying that so I can stop being up taking care of—“You couldn’t finish that sentence; how could you when Gojo brought a hand to your chin and prompted you to look back at him? Azure eyes pierced right into yours; it made your heart skip, and your body dare not to move.

“You want me to prove you wrong?” He asks with a neutral expression, hard for you to gauge what’s on his mind. You know him; he likes to poke fun or try to get you riled up. So, this shouldn’t be any different (aside from him holding your chin).

You huff, “Go ahead.”

And it was there where you should’ve chosen your words carefully.

“Khaaa! Ohhh! G–Gojo, stop…! Y’r fingerss—Ahhaaa!”

“Aht, aht, don’t do that, angel. Open those legs up for me…Fuck, you’re so cute…Mmm”

It took you aback when Gojo stood up from the couch, took your hand, and walked you from the living room to his room. Confusion on your part turned into immediate shock when he brought you into a kiss. With wide eyes and thoughts going at a million miles per hour, you instinctively tried to brush him off you. But one kiss turned into two, and two kisses turned into three. And before you know it, you sink into the feel of his pillowy lips, a leg situating between yours while your hands come around his neck.

And the surprises don’t stop there; Gojo then hoists you up — yes, picks you up! — and brings you to his bed to continue laying his lips on you. Your shaky moans resulted from his kisses trailing from your chin to your collarbone, the humps of his lower half chafing the groin of your shorts. The twitch of your chasm happens involuntarily — how embarrassing! Especially when he distracts you by claiming your lips again so he can pull down your bottoms and panties.

And that’s how we end up here, you crying out for him as he kisses and nibbles on your ear while his fingers play with your wet folds. “—Ahahhnn!! G–Gojo, no..! Not there…Hnnfff…!”

“You say that, but you’re not letting my fingers go, huh.” He chortles before kissing your cheek, stuffing his middle finger to aid his forefinger in scraping your inner walls. The wails that escaped your lips were so unlike the stern persona he’d usually deal with; they provoked him into wanting to hear more. “Damn, didn’t know my little cute roomie could make such cute sounds. Let me hear more, ‘kay?” 

Cute!? The adjective had your cheeks increase in heat with the twitch of your southern walls clamping onto Gojo’s digits. “Hoooh! Q–Quit playing with me, Gojo; just stop going so fa—Aaahhhh!!” 

From your protest, his fingers go even faster. And worse, he sneaks his thumb to your clitoris, where he shocks your body with swipes and grinds to the delicate pearl. Too fast for you to chew on your lip to shield the creams, “Hey now, I said call me by my name.” He looks at you with flushed cheeks and soft, hooded eyes — way too late to blame the alcohol for such effects. But you can see the passion that’s burning inside those blue orbs of his. “Don’t be stubborn on me, pretty girl. What’s my name, Y/n?”

God, first cutie, now pretty girl; how many names was he gonna call you to drag you deep into your pool of embarrassment? “Haahhh, Satoru, please,” your body jerks to the jabs of his fingers hitting inside you. 

“Heh, good girl. My little angel…” Gojo kisses you again, sucking on your tongue with a teasing vigor before lifting your shirt to display your body to him in its whole form. Your breasts spill open for him to claim a nipple into his mouth for a quick suck. He then travels down your abdomen, playfully nibbling on your soft skin and flesh for you to jerk. His hands massage your inner thighs after spreading them further. 

His face then comes down to your bare cunt, blowing on it to make you squirm. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to look at you for so long. You made such a gorgeous mess for me.” 

“Go fuck yourself, Gojo,” you peer down at him, only for him to beam with a mischievous smile. Damn, you cursed his dimples for making him look like a childish bastard!

“No thanks, I’m more interested in fucking this cute thing.” He snickers to himself before descending further in between your legs and having you gasp sharply at the feel of his lips on your slit. His tongue swishes between your folds and sucks in your leaking substances for him to savor, the wet muscle teasing its entrance of your vagina before inserting inside.

You almost choke on your spit, crying out for him to stop and trying to close your legs. But that proves worthless, Gojo’s hands holding them to your chest for him to feast on you properly. You’re forced to accept the laps of his tongue, and it has your ears ringing with the obscene sounds coming from the commotion.

“—Ohoo!! Satoru, stop!!” You bring a hand to his head to grab a tuff of his snow-white hair. It does nothing, only making him eat you out even more unsteadily.  His nose occasionally bumps into your clit, your other hand gripping the sheets. “Stooop it, I’m gonna cummm, if you keep….!”

“Go ahead, baby,” he withdraws his mouth, slipping his fingers back inside you to massage euphorically. Your eyes roll up when he licks on your clitoris. “Let’s see my pretty angel be messy for me.” 

You couldn’t prevent yourself from following his command even if you wanted to, the fingers and his wet muscle all doing their part in making sure you give in. And so you do, releasing the reins to let your orgasm overcome you, clamping onto his fingers as it pass through your body through the shocks and your erotic howls. 

And Gojo eats you up through your sensitive nerves and all, his hands not letting you writhe out of this as he stuffs his face into your cunt. Your body jolts with every passing shock until it relaxes. And even then, Gojo still carries a naughty grin when lifting his face and licking his digits. “Look at that, princess. Making my fingers all pretty.”

The display made your ears hot. “Don’t play with it like that!”

“Why, I’m gonna play with you a whole lot more, anyway,” he says while kissing your thighs. He surprises you with a bite, making you huff in surprise. “Gonna play and mark you all mine all night long.”

And he was not lying. Everything happened so fast; one moment, you’re lying on Gojo’s bed with him, eating you out until you come from his mouth two times. The next moment, your pajamas are stripped off you and thrown to the floor along with his. 

“—Noohhh!! Ohhh, fuuuck, ahh, ‘Toruuu, yer goin’ too fast…! Slow down!!”

“Hnngh! Ahhhh, easy for you to say with you gripping on me like crazy…Holy shiiiit, you feel so good…”

Now, you two in the nude are fucking like animals. The hour is way past late for noises to disrupt your neighbors, yet here you are on Gojo’s bed with your face down to the sheets and your ass propped up for him to drill his length deep inside you. He’s caged you beneath him, his strong arms on either side of you while his hips thrust into your plump ass and thighs. The sounds of the action were so raunchy to the ears, something straight from a porno.

The two of you have been going at it for about two previous rounds; your body is already sensitive and sweaty from this. You want to be tired – your mind is trying to tell you you’re exhausted. However, it’s impossible to think of anything else with Gojo hammering his dick into you like no tomorrow. Excessive come leaks from your cunt down your thighs, a white ring forming around the base of his shaft — evidence of your sexes union. 

“Ohhh Jesus, this ’s too much…Nnnphh!” The clap of your ass smacking onto Gojo’s pelvis made you sheepish, sinking your face further into the sheets to try and conceal your cries. But that’s not working when the tip of his cock grazes your velvety walls in such a precise motion that you almost choke on a sob, drool coming down your mouth. “Oh God, right there, ‘Toruuu…”

The white-haired man observes from above, examining your round ass and body jerk from his movements. Fuck, you looked so fucking sexy like this under him, wailing out from him being able to make you feel so good. It strokes his ego so badly, but that’s what happens when he’s finally proving to you how much he’s wanted your body like this. Your erotic body, your adorable mewls, and your amazingly tight cunt clenching on him as if you don’t want to let him go — it all makes his head pound, and his strokes smack on your harsher.

“Shiiiit, I’m so close…” He moans with a cold sweat that rolls down to his chin and hits the skin of your trapezius. Gojo then decides to switch things up before his evident release comes knocking. “Hey, sweetie. Let me see that pretty face of yours.”

You were already maneuvered to face him before he could finish that sentence, your front forced to be seen in his gaze. Your half-lidded orbs locked in with Gojo’s as he bucks his hips to you during missionary. Oh, what an intimate position! 

“Hic—Don’t look!” You say while putting your hands up to his face – accidentally hitting the bottom of his chin, taking him by surprise – not wanting him to see your disheveled and messy self under his observant eyes. 

But that didn’t fly by with him, immediately grabbing your wrists and pinning them down. “Oh, none of that, princess,” his face descends to brush his nose against yours. “I told you I’d prove you wrong. So, how am I supposed to do that with you hiding from me like that?”

You gulp to give him a snarky answer, “Mmmph—You’ve proven that enough!”

“I don’t think so,” he chuckles lightly; fuck, he sounds so hot. “With you, there’s never enough.” He takes your lips with him before you can say more, grinding his hips onto your squelching chasm to scrape your sensitive spots to evoke your screams to be taken from his mouth. 

Gojo then snaps his hips into you at an unsteady tempo, the rhythm too fast to comprehend and catch yourself. The rough hits of his dick so harsh and sporadic, and your mewls are muffled by his kisses. Your hands go to his back, preparing yourself for the climax that rushes back to you for the fifth time that night. 

Oh, fuck, oh my fucking God! And it hits you like a slap to the face; your exhausted body trembles for yet another crescendo to crash over you. Your legs come around to Gojo’s waist to hold on. And Gojo’s not too far from orgasming on his own; the fluttering contractions of your cunt force him to give in and spill into you once again, groaning into your wet and puffy lips. 

The two of you embrace the jolts of your bodies in union, your lips glued to his as he kisses you through it all. And he drops his sweaty body on yours, the heat between you two sticking to your skins from the contact. A hand comes to the top of your head, caressing and massaging your scalp to further your relaxed state.

Gojo breaks the kiss with a soft sound, and a string of saliva sticks to you two until it’s broken apart from his ascent. He chortles, using a thumb to wipe your mouth from spit. “Well, did I make my point?”

You send him a tired glare, sighing heavily while your finger traces his back. “More than enough, Satoru.”

He beams, the dimples returning to blind you. “Good! Because I was thinking of going for another round—“

Your lips quiver with dread at the words, grabbing for a pillow and instantly hitting him in the head with it, not caring about him exclaiming in pain from the impact.

“Hurry up and get off me, you drunk, horny bastard!!”

But one thing was definite; it wasn’t the alcohol that Gojo was drunk on — it was you.

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – dividers from @/benkeibear.

[righoul]

Oh Honey, I'm the Big, Bad Wolf / Wolverine x Reader (18+ only)

Pairing: Logan (Wolverine) x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, 18+, rough sex, creampie, missionary position, doggy style, roleplay, biting, ass grabbing

Word count: 2.3k

Synopsis: I wanted to try and write a Wolverine x Reader, but would it sound hot if Logan poses as the Big, Bad Wolf? Anyways, enjoy 😊

You have been trekking these snowy mountains for so long you have lost track of time. The sun was starting to set, and it would be dark very soon if you don’t find shelter. These Canadian mountains aren’t too kind to those who don’t know their way, and the winter is just as harsh at night.

“Damn it.” You whined. “I don’t have enough time.”

“Ya lost out here, Red?”

You gasped as you heard a deep voice rumbled behind you. You turned around to see a man that is wearing only jeans, a wife beater, a flannel shirt, and a pair of boots. You took in his features. He’s tall and very broad around the shoulders. His hair is a dark brown, kind of shaggy looking but it’s well kept. He also had some unusual facial hair, something that you would see in a Civil War photograph. But what really strike you was his hazel eyes. He is very intimidating, but you thought of him to be handsome. At first, you were confused at the nickname that he gave you but then you remembered, you were wearing your maroon velvet trench coat.

“God, you scared me!” You gasped.

He let out a chuckle, “Sorry about that, darlin’. Why are ya out here all by yourself? It’s about to get dark.”

“I know. I was trying to find my relative’s home, but I seem to lose my way.”

The stranger looked around us and stared back at you. He rose an eyebrow at you.

“There’s not a single house around these parts beside mine.”

You crossed your arms at your chest. You straightened your back and you felt like you grew at least a few inches. “As you can see, I’m not from here.”

“I can tell, sweetheart.”

You wanted to sneer at him, but you didn’t have a whole lot of time out here. Winters are brutal in Canada.

“Can I at least get some shelter, please? I’ll be out of your hair before you know it.”

“Alright, follow me.”

~ ❆ ~ ❆ ~ ❆ ~ ❆ ~

After hiking through the snow, the sun just now made it to sundown, and you arrived at the stranger’s home. Your mother always warned you about going into stranger’s houses since you were a child. Ever since you’ve been going to do errands and making trips to your grandmother’s house. But this is the one exception that you can make. The stranger unlocked his door to his cabin and opened the door wide open.

“Ladies first.” He smirked.

You wanted to smack that stupid look on his face so badly just for being a cocky bastard and you also wanted to kick yourself for letting his charms get to you. You were feeling like a schoolgirl around this man, for God’s sake!

“Thank you. You have a lovely home here.”

You peeled off your trench coat and hung it on a coat rack by the door. You rubbed your arms, trying to gain some warmth. You were wearing an oversized sweater that had a v shaped on the back and the front, and it was coming off both your shoulders. The stranger was trying not to peek at your front since he can about see your cleavage. You took noticed at it, so you rest your arms at your chest.

He cleared his throat and asked, “Ya hungry?”

“Yes, I’m starving!” You beamed.

You followed him to the kitchen, and as if on cue, the soup that was sitting on the stove was ready. He fixed up both of your bowls and placed it on the table. You sat across from him and dug into your nice, warm meal. The stranger took in your features. He had to admit, you were very pretty. You had curves in all the right places and the way that you placed your hair on one side gave him a bird’s eye view of your impeccable neck. He licked his lips just thinking about placing bruises and love bites on that neck and other places as well. His pants were starting to feel too tight for his liking, but he had to take his time with her.

“I never got to know your name.” You spoke after a moment of silence.

“Logan. The name’s Logan.” He gruffed.

“Logan.” You mumbled to yourself.

He liked his name being rolled off your tongue. Almost as if it was second nature to you. He could feel his bulge pressing hard against his denim jeans and it was killing him. Not yet, he thought to himself. You leaned down to eat the last bit of your meal. As you did, Logan timed it perfectly to see the tops of your breast, noticing that you were not wearing a bra. If he keeps this up, he might explode. Just a little longer. If even though he doesn’t know it, you couldn’t help but lifted your eyes up as you saw Logan getting front row tickets to see over your sweater front. You slowly got up as you both finished your bowls.

“I’ll go ahead and do the dishes.”

“Wait. You’re a guest, I should do it. Make yourself at home.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

You walked over to the sink and began cleaning. Logan followed you. He grabbed your waist and turned you around to look at him. You let out an audible gasp, but Logan for once ignored the tightness of his jeans. You start to feel the wetness between your legs, and you were sure Logan got a whiff of it. He cocked his smile, showing his canines. He knew he had you in his traps.

“I don’t know what game you’re playin’ here, but I’m starting to lose patience.” He grumbled.

You raised your eyebrow at him and sneered, “I caught you twice looking at my breast and I’m the one playing games?”

Logan grabbed your face and leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours.

“Y’know, that mouth of yours is gonna get ya a whole lot of trouble if ya keep that up.”

Now, you were testing him. By not pushing this guy’s buttons too much, you apologized like a scolded child.

“Atta girl.”

Logan let go of your cheeks and you couldn’t help but rubbed your face from how hard he was holding it. You peered up at him through your lustful lashes. You decided not to fuel the fire and walked past him as you were about to grab your coat.

“Thanks for the meal, but I should get g—.”

As you turned to face your host, he slammed his hand on the door right next to your head. You were surprised by the action, and you looked up at him.

“The weather is still bad out there, sweetheart.” Logan said, barely above a whisper.

“I’ll take my chances.” You challenged.

Logan leaned towards your face and was staring straight to your soul.

“I never noticed how dark your eyes got till since now.” I whimpered.

“Maybe ya were starting to piss me off with your stubbornness.”

You tried to swallow down your fears, but Logan knows you were not hiding it very well. God, why did he have to sound so hot?

“And your hands are so big.”

“All the more to grab on.”

Logan took his other hand and gave your ass a good slap following with a firm squeeze. You let out a moaning gasp and before you realized it, you covered your mouth hoping he didn’t hear it. Oh, he heard it alright. And how it sounded like music to him. He wanted to hear more from you. He was starting to enjoy toying with his little plaything. Logan leaned down, breathing into your neck.

“God, I could do so much to ya right now. Ya couldn’t even imagine.”

For once, you were at a loss of words. Logan took noticed of it and peer up at you.

“Cat got your tongue, doll?”

“Please.” You whispered.

“Please, what?” Logan taunting you.

To kiss you already? Take you here in front of the fireplace? Let you go? Your head was spinning. You didn’t know what you want. Logan was focusing back to the area where your shoulder was meeting your neck and was placing small pecks. Your knees were starting to grow weak, and you were breathing heavy. He then began to lightly scrap your neck with his teeth, but his sharp canines got the best of him.

“What sharp teeth you have.” You moaned.

You could feel Logan’s lips curled into a smile as he is nibbling your neck like he was savoring it.

“So, I could claim ya.”

Within milliseconds, Logan lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist so you wouldn’t fall. He placed both his hands on your ass to help support you. He was now making long strides to his bedroom. Both lips were fighting for dominance, teeth scraping against one another, and your hands found its way to help loosen his belt buckle. You were starting to get frustrated, but you were determined. Logan chuckled against your lips, but he had a mission to carry on. You managed to unbuckle his belt as you both finally made it to his room, and he gently tossed you to the bed, causing you to bounce a few times. You peered at him seductively as he was tearing off his flannel and wife beater off, without breaking eye contact. You peeled off your leggings, only leaving you in your revealing sweater and black panties.

Logan’s eyes grown darker as he saw the show in front of him, in his bed, looking delicious as ever. He was starting to look like a starved man, and he couldn’t wait to take a bite out of you. He crawled towards you, placing slow kisses from your ankles to either side of your hips to your neck. To hold his weight, he placed both hands on either side of your head, caging you in. He leaned down to kiss you again, but you were refusing to let him in. He took noticed of this, so he slipped his hand underneath your sweater giving your breast a nice squeeze. You let out a moan, but before you close your mouth, Logan slipped his tongue inside, winning his dominance against you. Logan grew impatient and tore your sweater over your head and threw it somewhere in his room. You unbuttoned his pants and helped slid it off him as he did the rest and kicked it off him. Logan tore off your panties, leaving only your naked bodies pressing together. Logan let go of the kiss, leaving only a trail of saliva.

“Ya sure about this, darlin’? If I hurt ya, please tap me on the shoulder three times.”

“Please, fuck me.”

Logan cocked his eyebrow and gave you a smirk. That was all he needed to hear. He spat in his hand and gave his cock a few pumps before inserting it inside of you. He was pushing it all the way until he reached at the hilt. You grabbed onto both his shoulder as he was making fast pumps into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper. He was fucking you hard and fast.

“Oh fuck, just like that.” You screamed.

“Ya taking me so well. Ya like it when I go rough on ya, huh?”

“Yes! F-fuck you feel so good!”

“Turn around for me, baby.”

You did as you were told and got on your hands and knees for him. Logan liked how obedient you were to him when it came down to sex. He’ll have to keep that in mind. Logan reentered himself inside your tight pussy and began pounding into you. Logan leaned down to your ear and started whispering dirty things to you. You were starting to see stars around you. He was basically fucking you stupid.

“Tell me what ya want, I’ll give it to ya.”

“P-p-please Logan! Cum in me!”

Logan couldn’t help but smile to himself. He loved hearing his name coming out of your mouth.

“Say my name again.”

“L-Logan! I’m about to c-c-cum!”

“Hold on. I’m right behind ya.”

Logan took his fingers and started rubbing circles on your clit. He knew you weren’t kidding when he could feel you clinching around his cock. His thrusts were starting to stutter, and his rhythm was out of sync.

“LOGAN!” You moaned out his name one last time before he began to roar into the sky as you climaxed. He thrust a few more times as he came inside your pussy. His thrusts began to slow, riding out his high. Both of you fell into the bed, coming down from your euphorias.

Logan got up to go to the bathroom to grab a wet rag. As he came back, he wiped you down first and then himself. He tossed the wet rag into the hamper and joined you in his bed. Logan pulled you to his chest and rubbed circles on your back.

“Y’know, I used to think that this whole roleplaying shit was gonna be a waste of my time, but damn was I wrong?” Logan chuckled.

You propped yourself up and gave his shoulder a little push, knowing it wouldn’t move him much.

“You see, I told you we need to spice up our relationship every once in a while.”

“God, I love ya.”

“And I love you, too, baby.”

You leaned towards Logan to kiss him a good night, but Logan had other plans. Before you could turn your back on him, Logan placed his hand firm on your chest to lay you still.

“This big, bad wolf could go for round two. If you’re up for it.”

[luv4fandoms]

Let it snow (CH 2) Older!Billy Loomis x Fem!OC

Chapter 2 is here! Thought this one would be shorter, but no, this one ended up longer 🤣 But I hope everyone enjoys it, Billy is more of a tease in this one.

This is for Fluffcember, but I am doing my own twist on it.

(I chose peppermint patties as a nod to Billy eating junior mints in the video store scene)

Chapter 1

This story is also on ao3

I also have a Ko-Fi, just in case anyone wants to tip with a $1 coffee ❤️

Word count: 8,085

Pairing: Older!Billy Loomis x Fem!OC

Warnings: Alludes to bad past relationship, Billy being a teasing little shit lol

Prompts: Sugar rush/Mint

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

You found yourself in the same dark room as before, the air still thick and almost suffocating. You still couldn't see anything, but you began to walk through the darkness knowing eventually you would find the door again. You did, after a while, and you once again began making your way towards it.

“HEY!” You heard the male voice shout at you once more, a chill running down your spine and your hair standing up as you started to run towards the door faster, once again moving in slow motion. You jumped, tried to take larger steps, anything to reach the door faster..and suddenly, you felt the knob under your palm.

“Evie” another familiar male voice spoke.

You sat up in bed, trying to catch your breath as you looked around, no dark room, just your new bedroom with Cassie snoring beside you. Running your hand along your face you tried to scrub away the dream. With a sigh you grabbed your phone and looked at it, eight am, a little earlier than usual but you figured sleep would not be coming, so instead you checked your emails, messages, things of that sort, thanked Hitomi for the airdropped videos of the tree as well as some of Kate and her shop that she took last night, and then figured you would make some coffee while you transferred the footage over to your laptop. You moved carefully so as not to disturb the sleeping pup beside you, knowing full well that once she awoke her energy would be at a hundred. While you waited you opened your curtains and opened your door to get some wood for the fireplace, but upon stepping off of your porch you stopped…footprints. There in the snow by your porch, they were much larger than your own. You followed them out, looking as you noticed they went all the way down your driveway and back. Shivering, and not just from the cold you quickly gathered some wood and made your way back to the porch, walking around the house and not seeing any more. The thought that someone was standing on your porch last night made your hair stand up. But Cassie hadn't alerted you to anything, how had she not heard them? Or had she not sensed danger from them? Moving back inside you started the fireplace, your mind trying to tell you that it was just someone wandering around, not a threat. Or perhaps it was someone who knew the previous owners and then realized after seeing your truck that they no longer lived here…yeah…it had to be something like that. You got back to the kitchen, your coffee was done as was your videos. You sat down with your cup and began piecing together your video, your brain wandering to the footprints every now and then. Once your video was where you wanted it to be you saved it and uploaded it to your YouTube, deciding to move onto starting the long process of putting together some shelving units. You unlocked the doggy door and poured Cassie her food, listening as she groaned before her feet hit the floor and in an instant was eating. You couldn't help but laugh while you got another cup of coffee, and before you could turn around you heard the doggy door flap move, telling you that she had already bolted. Shaking your head at her energy you made your way upstairs, today you would put together all of your yarn shelves and get them organized.

“So what are you going to do now?”

“I…I don't know…I don't even know who I am”

“You'll find that out in time”

“How much time?”

“As long as it takes. But you can start with something simple, what do you like to do? What brings you joy?”

“I…Crocheting is fun…so is knitting”

“Well there you go! Start with that, focus on that, the rest will come”

You finished rebuilding the last cube organizer, placing it against the wall and stepping back, you nodded, now that that was done you could get your yarn in its proper color coded place.

“You should start a youtube channel!”

“Yeah right” you laughed

“No I'm serious! Even if you don't talk, just a relaxing crochet along with me sort of thing, I think it would be good, for you, and who knows, maybe someone out there too”

You looked over at your phone that dinged just as you put the last skein of yarn in its place.

“Two questions Chica! One, how did you manage to pick the cutest fuckin town to move to?!? And two HOW THE FUCK YOU GOT THE HOTTEST COPS?!?!?” You couldn't help but laugh at the text message.

“No good morning Lil?”

“Good morning!!!🤗 NOW ANSWER! 🤨”

“Luck”

“Luck….Luck…I'm coming to visit, and I'm stealing the puppy dog one”

“Lmao Hernandez is your type”

“He looks like he could use a Mami 😉”

“LILIANA!

“What? I'm doing you a favor, then you can bag Officer.Jones, that man is total Daddy material 😈”

“I'm ending this conversation”

“It's not just me Chica, look at your comments lol”

People were commenting on the video already? You went back downstairs to your laptop, waking it back up and checking your video. Over three hundred likes so far as well as…fifty comments?! That was the most you had gotten on something that wasn't a tutorial.

NovaSphere: Ok but that lighting ceremony was so magical!

EpicEchos: That yarn shop tho😍

WittyWonders: Can I live in that cafe!?! That is the cutest thing I have ever seen!

Ok…ok those are tame…oh…oh this is what Lil was talking about.

FunkyFables: The town and shops are cute but I'm sorry can we talk about Officer.Jones!

PlayFrame: @ funkyfables RIGHT like hello officer, I seem to have broken the law and need to be arrested.

CodeCrafter: @ playframe but first I need to be searched…thoroughly

SnazzySasquash: Officer.Jones is the Daddy our girl needs

Giggletales: Are we clocking how he looked at her when she said she was 31 and Hernandez said that Jones was only 15 years older? 😂

Craftyalchemy: @ giggletales mans was thinking, I can do a 15 year age gap 🤣

Giggletales: @ SnazzySasquash Yes!! Ok but why do I wanna see a video in the future of these two together now! Like they would be so cute! He would be Daddy and she could be his Baby Girl

SnazzySasquash: @ Giggletales OMG GIVING MORGAN AND GARCIA VIBES!!

You quickly closed your laptop, face hot as you blinked, seriously? Seriously?!

“I don't even know what to say or do with that knowledge” you texted Lil back, waiting only a moment before she replied.

“I feel like your comment section would tell you what to do but it would not be under an R rating 🤣”

“I'm never going to be able to face that man again”

“at least he doesn't know your youtube” she typed back, but your eyes suddenly widened and the color drained from your face, your silence must have clued Lil in.

“omg does he have your youtube?!”

“I left my card at Kate's shop, so people could find my shop…it has my youtube channel on it”

“whelp, hope officer Daddy is cool with his new found youtube fame lol” you groaned as you laid your head on the table, suddenly you wondered if you could move again.

The rest of the day you just FaceTimed Lil while you finished organizing and even as you cooked dinner. You missed her, her and your family, but you knew that you had to get out of your old town, get away from those memories.

“So how are you doing? Be honest” she asked while you stirred your pot of chili.

“honestly? I'm ok”

“No bad dreams?”

“not bad..just…weird”

“weird how?” She asked, looking up from where she sat in her garage while working on her motorcycle. You explained your dreams, about the dark room and the door. She hummed, the wrench she tapped on her oil stained cheek only leaving more behind.

“I mean we know who the first voice is, I have a feeling I know who the second voice is” she smirked before quickly adding.

“But I'm stumped on the rest. I'll ask Mamá tonight when I go over for dinner, you know she's better at that whole dream interpretation thing”

“I appreciate it” you smiled. The two of you talked until she had to leave, agreeing to tell her family hello for you. With a sigh you looked around your now quiet house, Cassie had eaten and was now sprawled out on the couch again, the crackling fire having lulled her into a deep sleep…so you were left to yourself.

“Are you sure you are going to be ok? I know you say you have Cassie but…by yourself?”

“I can do it Lil…I think I have to…to know that I can”

“I can do it” you told yourself, sitting down with your bowl of chili at your laptop, deciding to read through the rest of the very thirsty comments.

Same dark room, same suffocating feeling, same door, same shout. You hated that you felt like you were stuck in a twilight zone episode, always repeating the same thing hoping for a different outcome. You grabbed the door handle again, the same voice as before saying your name, only this time, this time you heard something else…footsteps, coming closer.

You opened your eyes quickly, your gaze darting around your ceiling before it settled on your window, the curtains slightly opened and you shivered as you remembered the footsteps in the snow, you hadn't told Lil, knowing she would get worried, and besides, you had meant to close your curtains but you must have been so tired when you came to bed that you forgot. Getting up you made your way over to them, looking out but not seeing anything unusual, although you weren't sure what you were expecting. Letting out the breath you didn't know you were holding you closed the curtains…not even seeing the handprint that had been left there. You did your normal morning routine, before deciding that you would go out to film some today, you thought about how you could film the river, maybe sit there and crochet a bit before maybe moving on to the cafe. You decided on that, grabbing any supplies you may need before loading yourself and Cassie up, Melody and Hitomi had told you that Cassie was more than welcome, saying the cafe was pet friendly as they wanted it to have the vibe of a dog or cat cafe. Your first stop though was the river, making sure you got plenty of shots of the water before sitting down on one of the benches, letting Cassie run around and play while you filmed yourself crocheting a scarf with the yarn you bought at Kate's shop, you were about a quarter way in when you noticed a cop car pulling up close by, you felt your face flush, God you hoped this wasn't Billy asking you to take your video down due to all of the comments. You watched as the door opened, and you sighed in relief.

“Officer. Hernandez” you smiled at the man while he made his way over.

“Ms. Mills” he smiled, gesturing towards the bench, you nodded and watched as he sat down.

“You know you can call me Evie right?”

“Fine, but you call me Miguel ok?”

“Deal”

“So what are you doing out here?” He asked, leaning down to pet Cassie who had spotted him.

“Just doing some filming”

“Ah, your video is doing well” he nodded, and you once again felt the color leave you.

“Is it? I hadn't really checked” you lied, right now it was your most viewed video.

“It is, the comments are hilarious”

“Oh God you've seen them? I swear I didn't know my audience was that thirsty” you groaned, listening as he laughed.

“I don't think thirsty begins to describe it. Though I gotta say, I think Billy was flattered”

“Oh God, I was afraid he saw them” you hid your face in your hands, now you were sure you wouldn't be able to look at him again.

“I don't think he would have…If Anthony hadn't shown him”

“I don't know who Anthony is but I hate him” you grumbled making him laugh again. He decided to spare you after that, changing the subject and asking how you were liking the town so far, you told him how you were happy you moved there, when the footprints popped into your head, you hesitated for a moment, contemplating if you should get a cop involved or not, you could hold your own after all.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, suddenly concerned about your halted sentence.

“No no it's nothing really”

“Evie…come on, I'm a cop, if anything is wrong you can tell me”

‘Not always’

“No, really-”

“Evie” you stopped, before sighing and shaking your head.

“I noticed some footprints outside of my house the other day, I just figured someone who knew the previous owners came by, saw they no longer lived there and left”

“Were there any tire marks?”

“No”

“Where do you live?”

“Out on farmhouse road, the sellers were the Mason’s” you explained, watching as he blinked.

“They walked down your driveway and back?”

“Yeah I know, that was the only thing that struck me as odd, but nothing was broken into or anything so” you shrugged.

“That's still-”

“odd”

“Yeah, I'll have someone come by and check things out just to be on the safe side”

“You don't have to do that”

“No it's ok, a girl living alone out that way, there may be something you missed that we are trained to see. It would make all of us feel better if we knew one of our own was safe” he explained, leaving no room for arguments, you nodded, giving him a small smile.

“Thanks” your attention turned to the sound of a loud engine as a police truck pulled close to you, the window suddenly rolling down as Billy leaned slightly out.

“Hernandez come on, we have to go get the Collin kids out of damn Gander Peak” he spoke, the quiet sound of Stranglehold coming from the lowered radio.

“Again? Didn't we just pull them out last week?” Miguel asked while standing.

“Yes, and you would think they would learn, but they are Danny's kids”

“That's true” Miguel sighed, before turning back to you.

“Take care of yourself ok”

“I will, probably head to the cafe”

“good choice” he smiled before walking towards the truck, you swallowed and dared a looked over at Billy, his gaze was covered by sunglasses, but you can tell he was looking at you.

‘now or never’ you thought, standing and making your way over to him.

“Hi, ok so, I didn't know my audience was like that” you started, listening as he just chuckled before waving you off.

“it's fine, I don't mind”

“ok, I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable or anything, they have never acted that way before…though come to think of it the only guys I've really had in videos was my friend's brothers…but still”

“Evie” he spoke, the tone sending you straight back into your dream.

“It's fine”

“ok” you whispered, trying to pull your mind out of that dark room.

“You ready Hernandez?” He asked, looking over at the man who was buckling up.

“Ready boss” he nodded before Billy turned back to you.

“Good music by the way” you nodded towards his radio once you finally righted yourself mentally. You watched as he gave you that small smirk before he reached over and turned it up a little louder, the guitar rift flowing out of the open window.

“Thanks…Baby girl” he replied, watching as your face flushed before he pulled out and left, leaving you there wishing you hadn't uploaded that video. You filmed at the river for a little longer but decided to head to the cafe when it started getting colder, so you loaded Cassie back up and headed further into town.

“Ok now you got to behave” you told Cassie as you reached the cafe, she huffed but followed you inside.

“Evie! Cassie!” Melody called upon spotting you.

“Hey” you smiled back, making your way to the counter.

“We were wondering when we would see you two again,” Hitomi smiled.

“We knew this would be the best place to escape the cold”

“Yes it is” Melody told Cassie, reaching down to pet her.

“So what can I get you?” Hitomi asked while Melody continued to love on Cassie.

“I'm in a Christmas-y mood today-” You started.

“Peppermint Mocha latte and a Gingerbread cookie?”

“That sounds amazing” you laughed

“Oh! We also have pet friendly cookies!” Melody told you, pointing to the rack of cookies off to the side in the case.

“Would you like a Gingerbread man of your own?” You asked Cassie, listening as she whined, her tail wagging.

“I'll take that as a yes” you laughed, watching as Melody grabbed one and handed it to you, you paid for everything and sat down at a booth.

“Sooo…your youtube is amazing” Melody started while she and Hitomi sat across from you.

“Thank you” you smiled, already having a feeling you knew where this was headed.

“Your latest video is doing really well” Hitomi added…yup…you knew where this was headed.

“You read the comments”

“Oh my God your subscribers are all about Officer.Jones!” Melody laughed.

“I don't think I have ever seen so many thirsty women in one place. Like I don't see the attractive but…go off”

“I was not expecting them to react like that to him, he wasn't even in the video that much!”

“It was enough for them” Hitomi laughed

“They ship you and him so much, like I wouldn't be surprised if someone drew fanart”

“Please don't give them ideas!”

“I busted out laughing at the Morgan and Garcia reference”

“But I could so see you two being that!”

“Do you know of he has seen the comments?”

“He has”

“How do you know? Did he ask you to take it down?”

“No, he said it was fine and he didn't mind”

“So how do you know he saw them?”

“I saw him at the river…he called me Baby girl”

“Shut! Up!”

“I think his new favorite hobby is going to be fucking with me because of this”

“This is probably the most fun he's had in awhile, this town isn't that exciting”

“Or! Or! There is another possibility”

“No there isn't, he and I just met, let's not go there”

“But why not? I have to agree with your subscribers, you two would be so cute together!”

“Though I have to agree with Melody, I also agree with Evie Mel, they just met”

“Outside of a coffee shop! It's a meet cute!” you heard the door open, signaling a customer.

“Saved by the bell” you sighed, watching as Hitomi laughed and Melody pouted, they got up to attend to the customer and you set up your camera, and quickly pressed record.

You ended up staying at the cafe for close to an hour, finishing up the scarf as well as giving Melody and Hitomi more screen time. But just as you were about to leave Melody stopped you.

“Do you bake?”

“Yeah, I love baking”

“Great! You should totally enter!”

“Enter?” You asked while looking down at the flyer she handed you.

“Willowcrest annual bake off! First place winner gets a $200 prize. Second place gets a $100 prize, and Third place gets a $50 prize.

Judges

Sophia Wilson & Officer.Jones”

“Am I supposed to enter to win? Or are you wanting me to enter because Billy's going to be a judge?” You asked.

“Billy?” Hitomi asked with a smirk, and you realized your slip up.

“...He told me his name last night”

“Mmhm”

“Well you should enter for both reasons”

“I don't know”

“Please! Listen” Melody started, lowering her voice and getting closer.

“Debbie Brown is Sophia's best friend and she wins every year, at this point everyone knows Debbie will win”

“So it would do any good for me to enter how?”

“Because Officer.Jones will give you a higher score,” Hitomi smirked.

“Exactly! He wouldn't let you lose”

“I like how you are so confident about that”

“We're not saying we agree with the one comment about the way he looked at you-” Hitomi started

“But we're agreeing with the comment,” Melody laughed.

“Ok, well I will think about it” you told them while walking backwards out of the door. You sighed once the door was shut, why did everyone think you and Billy were like these destined soulmates or something? You weren't…couldn't be…was he attractive? Yes, you weren't blind. But…it just wouldn't end well, you knew it..

Your back suddenly collided with something as you were walking and you felt a hand grab your waist to steady you.

“At this point I don't know if you're just clumsy, or if this coffee shop is dangerous” you heard his voice, causing you to turn your head slowly and look up at him.

“Sorry” you smiled while pulling away, feeling his hand and its warmth leave your waist.

“It's fine, just need to watch where you're going, could have easily hit that ice again” he chuckled when you groaned.

“Never going to live that down”

“Nope”

You rolled your eyes before he spoke again.

“You thinking about entering?”

“Huh?” You asked, looking at him again, he nodded down and you followed his gaze, the flyer.

“Oh! Oh I'm not sure, the girls want me to but…yeah”

“You should”

“I should?”

“Yeah, what better way to introduce yourself to the town than through competition” he laughed.

“I have a feeling enough people see me that way” you sighed quietly.

“thought you said you weren't” he smirked.

“I'm not”

“Have a feeling if Sophia finds your video she'll think differently, after all, sexualizing the officers of the town, I can hear her now” he teased, chuckling as he watched your mouth fall open.

“First off, I didn't sexual anyone, I already said that I was not expecting my subscribers to act like that”

“Relax, you get riled up easily you know that” he gave you that small smirk again, letting you know that this was far too much fun for him. You simply huffed, crossing your arms while Cassie decided to simply sit down and wait.

“I don't get riled up” You defended, watched as he raised a brow.

“You don't?” He asked while taking a step closer, watching as you held your ground.

“No, I don't”

“Gotta say, I think you're lying” replied taking another step and entering your space.

“I'm not, and back to the first subject, why do you think I should put my head in the guillotine by entering? What would I gain?”

“Well, a hundred bucks sounds nice don't you think? Plus bragging rights” he shrugged, now standing directly in front of you, so close that you weren't sure if even Cassie would fit.

“Are you sure it's not just because you're a judge?” you decided to ask boldly, watching as he studied you for a moment before smiling.

“maybe”

“maybe?”

“I wouldn't mind eating something of yours” he smirked, watching as your eyes slightly widened before you cut your eyes away from him. You felt your face slightly heat up at his words, you would think you just imagined the double meaning behind that, but the smirk he was giving said he very much meant it.

“I don't even know what I would make,” you muttered, still not looking at him.

“I'm sure you could think of something sweet. Gingerbread, sugar cookies, pineapple upside down cake” he finished with a shrug, watching at your head shot up to look at him, oh you seemed innocent but you caught onto every underlying thing he said.

“either way, I'm sure it will be good. And between you and me” he started before leaning down to your ear, your mind screaming at you to not shiver as you felt his hot breath fan across your neck.

“Debbie has won far too many times, it's time for a new woman to be on top” he smiled, only pulling away because his radio went off.

“This is Jones, go ahead” he spoke into it, still looking into your eyes and taking in your slightly flustered appearance.

“Hey we got a 10-16 at Meadow ridge, it's the Johnsons's again” you heard someone say, and watched as he rolled his eyes with a sigh.

“I'll head out”

“10-4”

“You better get going, domestic disturbance calls can get ugly quickly” you told him, watching as his eyes snapped to yours, searching, he wouldn't find anything though, you had already learned how to hide it all years ago.

“Yeah, just another day for the Johnsons's though” he stated, watching as you nodded.

“Never know when it could escalate”

“Yeah…I guess so” he nodded, falling silent, still staring, searching.

“You should enter” he stated, tapping the flyer again.

“I'll think about it” you replied, watching as he gave you a small smile.

“Take care Evie”

“You too Billy” and with that he turned and made his way back to the sheriff truck, and you watched him leave before looking down at the flyer again, maybe you would enter.

You stopped by the store on your way home, luckily their grocery stores had a pretty good international aisle so you could pick up some supplies. You weren't sure what you were going to make, but you had a few ideas of options.

Once back you let Cassie do her own thing until dinner, which, because you were baking, her own thing consisted of following you around in hopes you would drop something. You thumbed through the recipe book, it was one that had been passed down through your family for years, you still remember the Christmas your mom gifted it to you, you cried, getting the book was an honor. She said it was time to pass it along, you were old enough and had the potential to be the next “mom” in the family…How wrong she was. Sighing, you shook your head before anything further thoughts could come forward and decided on a recipe to try first.

After a couple different small batches of cookies and about three hours later you stood in your kitchen with your hand on your hip, thumbing through the book once more, still not happy.

“Come on grandma, give me a sign of what to make if I'm supposed to enter this thing” You slightly jumped when you heard a knock on your door, looking towards the window and seeing that it was already sunset, where had the day gone? You made your way over, hand resting on the quick unlock of the box next to it and looked out of the peephole.

“Billy?” You questioned while unlocking the door and opening it with a confused look.

“Is everything ok?” Sudden thoughts of the girls going through your head, was everyone alright?

“You tell me, Hernandez said something about footprints”

“Oh” you sighed, relieved, you had forgotten about telling him about those.

“I told Miguel not to worry about them, probably just someone looking for the previous owners”

“Still, where were they at?” He asked, watching as you grabbed your shoes, having missed the look he had given you when you said Miguel's name.

“I don't think you can see them anymore, I'm sure Cassie has destroyed them, I took pictures though” you explained, grabbing your phone and unlocking it before handing it to him. You pointed at where they had been, Cassie's paw prints and tire marks now there.

“And I looked around, there wasn't anything else. And there wasn't any snow on the porch so they didn't walk around”

“You know a lot of what to look for,” he said while zooming in on the picture.

“Stepdad taught me how to track and hunt”

“Well the tracks do look like they stop once they could spot your truck. But I'm going to look around just to be on the safe side” he told you while handing you back your phone.

“It's all yours” you gestured outwards, hearing the timer go off.

“Oh! I gotta get that”

“Go ahead, I won't be long” you nodded and turned, going back inside to grab your current batch of cookies. You figured Billy would just walk your property, see he same nothing that you saw, and be on his way. Which is what happened, except for the last part.

“Well I'm not seeing any other tracks, signs of anything messed with or broken” he told you after knocking on the half open door and walking in. He removed his hat and ran his hand through his hair to fix it.

“See, tell Miguel to stop worrying,” you laughed.

“You can't blame him for worrying, a pretty girl living by herself so far from town, could be dangerous,” he said while walking to the edge of the kitchen.

“I like how everyone thinks I'm a damsel in distress” You replied, forcing down the blush at his pretty comment.

“No? You know how to take care of yourself?”

“Most southern women do”

“Ok, I'll bite, how are you gonna defend yourself?” He smirked while leaning against the counter. You rolled your eyes and walked past him, going back to the door and pointing up towards the woodburning of the deer. You reached up and pressed the side, allowing the front to pop open, revealing two nine millimeters and a small rifle. It was your turn to smirk as his eyes widened slightly.

“Bubby made it for me before I left, said I needed to be able to protect myself. Like I said, southern woman. If we ain't got a man around to protect us, we protect ourselves” you watched him nod, looking down as he chuckled.

“Alright, noted”

You smiled as you closed the case and began walking back to the kitchen.

“And don't worry, bullets are separate. I know the law…doesn't mean there isn't one in the chamber but” you shrugged, pulling the cookies off of the pan and setting them on a plate before grabbing one and giving it a bite.

“Are these what you'll be making for the bake off?” You heard his voice directly behind you as he leaned forward, his breath on the back of your neck while he reached down and grabbed one, only leaning back to take a bite.

“Maybe, I'm not sure yet” You told him after a moment.

“These are good, what are they?”

“Lebkuchen”

“...I'm going to nod like I know what that is” he joked, causing you to laugh.

“It's a traditional German cookie”

“Ah, so you're German”

“Part, great Grandma came over from Belgium, before they separated from Germany, the first part of this book is all of her stuff” you tapped the old recipe book. He looked down at it, gently closing it to look at the cover but not losing your place.

“Mom never had anything like this” he stated quietly, seemingly lost in his own thoughts or memories.

“It's been passed down to all of the women in my family since great grandma, mom just gave it to me early”

“Early?” He asked, letting go of the book, instead resting his weight on his hand against the counter while still standing behind you. You mentally scolded yourself for feeling at ease with him standing so close, you kept having to remind yourself that it wouldn't end well.

“Usually it gets passed down once you have a child” you answered, your tone one of not wanting to go any deeper than that.

“Well you're still young, plenty of time for that” he stated with a shrug while he reached and grabbed a different cookie.

“Yeah, just gotta find someone crazy enough to marry me and have a kid with me” you laughed while shaking your head, you looked over at him when you felt him lean away from you to lean his body on the counter, half of the cookie still in his one hand while his thumb met his lips, his tongue licking the chocolate off. His eyes though, never left yours, his gaze just as the first time you met, almost like he was luring you in and studying you at the same time.

“Never know. There could be someone that crazy here” he spoke, watching as you swallowed, your eyes darting down to his lips before you quickly looked back at the book. He noticed that, you never held eye contact with him for too long, he wondered if he scared you? Surly not or you wouldn't so easily let him in your house, although…people felt safe around cops right? Maybe you did anyways, you did seem to be getting rather close to Miguel. Eating the other half of the cookie to get the bitter taste out of his mouth from that thought he pushed off of the counter.

“Just saying, you're a pretty young girl, I wouldn't be surprised if someone in town decided to lay claim”

“Lay claim? Am I cattle now?” You asked, your tone letting him know he struck a nerve. So there was something there. What sort of past were you hiding?

“No, but any good husband let's all others know his girl is off limits, hell, any real man does”

“And yet gets ticked off if the girl says she wants that to go both ways” you stated, looking back at your book.

“Only boys get pissed about a girl wanting to stake her own claim” he replied, watching as you looked back at him, slightly shocked by his sentence.

“Any man would be happy if they knew their girl wanted them just as much”

“Thought it was suffocating” you shrugged

“Everyone wants a ride or die, any man who says differently is a pussy. But those kind of relationship work both ways, one party can't be half assed, all or nothing, it's the only way they work”

“What happens if there is only one side that Is that way?” You asked, but you already knew the answer far too well.

“They get killed…eventually…emotionally”

You nodded, yeah, you know.

“But the things most guys do wrong is they just lay claim, but they don't let her know that she's his”

“Let her know? Pretty sure most guys that do that tell everyone, including her” you replied, watching him chuckle and shake his head, that smirk coming back.

“He can tell her til he's blue, but he has to show her, prove to her that she's his…and, that he's hers”

“Prove?” you asked, what did he mean by prove, there were things your mind flashed on and all of them made your face want to heat up. You watched him push off the counter and invade your space again.

“Show her that no other guy can treat her like he can, that he would protect her, provide for her..and any kids…please her. If he's not doing that, she may as well find a new man, because she's dating a boy” The house went quiet as the two of you stared at one another, your eyes darting between his while his darted between yours and your lips, you felt your mouth open but no words came out…what were you supposed to say after that?

“Oh” you finally whispered, he gave you that same little smirk before he reached over and grabbed another cookie.

“Better get going, never know what trouble people will get up to at night” he spoke quietly, before backing up and turning towards the door.

‘Night?’ You looked towards your window and was greeted with darkness, how did it get dark so fast?

“Just keep an eye out ok?” He told you once he got to the doorway.

“Yeah..I will” you nodded, watching as he leaned down to give Cassie a quick pet.

“Take care of your momma while daddy's not around ok girl” you heard him tell her quietly, your face flushing instantly at his words, you were starting to hate your youtube comments. You made your way towards the door as he stepped through it.

“drive safe” you told him, watching as he turned to smile.

“Always do, night Evie”

“Night Billy….Thanks…For stopping by to check everything out”

“Anytime, not doing my job if you aren't feeling safe” he replied before turning back towards his truck, you watched him drive away, his words from earlier ringing in your head due to his reply.

“Show her that no other guy can treat her like he can, that he would protect her, provide for her..and any kids…please her. If he's not doing that, she may as well find a new man, because she's dating a boy”

Shaking your head you pushed away the thought as you walked back inside.

‘it wouldn't work out, you know it wouldn't, eventually it would all fall apart so just stop’

Sighing once you reached the stove you looked at the cookies again, the plate of mint chocolate chip cookies now two less…wait. That gave you an idea, smiling as you flipped to your grandmother's section of the recipe book.

“not what I was expecting grandma,but thank you for the sign” you spoke to the air as you gathered up your ingredients.

“I still don't know why I'm entering” you told Melody as you sat your covered plate of goodies next to hers.

“Because you're awesome” she smiled

“And because we don't want Debbie to win again” Hitomi whispered.

“I still don't see how you think I will win” you whispered back, watching an older man walk towards the three of you.

“Hello ladies”

“Hello mister Brown” Melody smiled

“Hello, I don't think we've met, John Brown” he spoke with a smile, holding out his hand. You shook his hand but you could tell that his smile was far from real, a fake smile put on to seem friendly around his peers.

“Very nice to meet you Mr.Brown, Evie Mills” you replied while shaking his hand, giving him your own fake smile.

“I've head a lot about you Miss Mills, Sophia says you moved into the Mason’s place”

“I did yes, couldn't pass up such a steal” you nodded.

“I don't blame you, so why Willowcrest if you don't mind me asking? I mean, I know we have plenty to offer” he laughed.

“I just needed a change of scenery, can only live in one place for so long you know” You laughed.

“Oh I couldn't imagine moving from here, born and raised,” he laughed.

“That's how my stepdad feels about Georgia” you reply.

“Oh yes, Sophia said you made a remark about living on a farm”

“Yup, my stepdad's farm, lived on it since I was knee high to a grasshopper” you replied, watching as he slightly cringed when your southern accent got a bit thicker.

“I see, well sadly there aren't any farms in Willowcrest” he told you.

‘None yet’

“That's ok, not every place can be like the south” you chuckled.

“Oh looks, there's Officer.Jones” Hitomi said suddenly, possibly trying to help you. You looked over as Billy walked in, saying hi to those who said hi to him, you watched him look around, before his eyes landed on you. He gave you a small wave, his smile almost saying that he knew you wouldn't back out of this. You gave him a smile and waved back, John watching the whole exchange.

“Well then, I'm actually in charge of setting up the plates for judging, and now that Officer.Jones is here, I suppose I better get started, you ladies can go have a seat if you like.

“Thank you Mr.Brown” Melody nodded, you nodded as well and went to sit next to them.

“If plastic was a person” you whispered to Hitomi who sat on your left, Melody on your right.

“Mr.Brown has always been that way, as fake Splenda” Melody replied.

“So am I right in assuming that is a relation to this Debbie person?”

“Her father in law, one of the top real estate agents in town,” Hitomi nodded.

“Ah, I see, so she married money”

“Which is why Sophia is friends with her” Hitomi added

“What does Sophia do?”

“One of the district attorneys in town” Melody spoke up.

“So that's why she and Billy are close”

“That and they dated for like, a hot minute” Melody replied, causing you to look at her.

“He dumped her, said they just weren't a good match but they could still be friends”

Hitomi added

“Needless to say she didn't take that too well”

“She thinks they are a perfect match and keeps trying to show him that”

“Which is whyyyy-” Hitomi started, looking at you with a smirk.

“She doesn't like that you and he are getting close” Melody finished with the same smirk.

“We aren't getting close” you told them, pushing down the thoughts of when he stopped by.

“Suuuure” Hitomi nodded.

“He's looking by the way” Melody whispered, and your eyes darted to the front of the room where they quickly met his gaze, almost as if he had been trying to figure out what the three of you had been talking about.

“Attention everyone” Mr.Brown spoke into the microphone, backing away slightly when it gave feedback.

“Thank you all for coming to our tenth annual Willowcrest bake off!” He cheered, and the room filled with applause.

“Now this year we are going to do things a little bit differently, not only because there have been rumors that there is favoritism, which I can assure you there is not, my daughter in law is just an amazing baker” He laughed.

“But also because we have some new contestants. So what we are going to do, is we have asked the bakers who have entered before, to bring us a brand new dish we have never tried. We also have not labeled whose is whose so the judges can't go off of that. Sound good?” He asked, listening as the room agreed.

“Alright, so let the contest begin!” You watched as Sophia and Billy tried the different cookies, brownies, and other treats. Melody and Hitomi's Puku Puku Tai getting a four from Sophia because of the shape and a five from Billy because of the taste.

“nine is good” you smiled at them.

“next up, oooo Christmas tree cake pops” Sophia smiled, grabbing two of them and handing Billy one, you had a feeling she knew these were this Debbie woman's

“Oh these are so good! They taste just like a little Debbie Christmas tree snack cake!”

“Well that is a dead giveaway on who's that is” Hitomi whispered.

“Right, be more obvious?” Melody added.

“Definitely a nine for me!”

“has anyone ever gotten a ten?” You asked, suddenly realizing you had only heard Sophia go up to a nine.

“We've never heard any judge give someone a ten no” Melody answered.

“I'll give it a one” Billy replied.

“One?! Come on now Billy” Sophia laughed.

“Not really my thing, too sweet” he shrugged while dusting off his hands.

“a one? That's what you're sticking with?”

“I can give whatever number I want right?”

“well yes-”

“then one”

You watched as she huffed, and you tried not to laugh at the look on his face that said.

“you wanted me to judge, this is what you get”

“Ok, last one” she told him, walking over to your plate, you watched them both pick up one and bite into it. And you watched Sophia immediately spit hers back out into a paper towel.

“Oh I do not do mint, that was far too much. One definitely” she spoke.

“bullshit, she orders a peppermint mocha latte all the time” Hitomi grumbled.

“she knows that's yours, that's totally unfair” Melody added, but you were watching him, he had already finished one and reached to grab another.

“Billy?” She asked, waiting for his answer.

“Ten” he told her, causing the whole room to fall silent aside from a few gasps.

“We've never heard any judge give someone a ten”

“W-What?” She asked, mouth open as she looked at him while he casually ate another one.

“that's my vote”

“Billy…no one has ever given a ten before…it's-”

“a number between one and ten, is that not the range we can choose between?”

“yes, it is but”

“not my fault no one has given a ten before” he shrugged.

“Billy”

“Sophia”

“ten? Really? They aren't even good!”

“to you, I love mint”

“since when?!”

“since always, you just never decided to find that out” he stated, and at that moment you realized this was no longer just a bake off.

“we can't have a ten Billy”

“sure we can, it's in the range”

“Billy”

“Not changing it, that's my vote” he told her, grabbing yet another one.

“very well” she told him, though her face said that she was beyond pissed.

“O-ok, and we that we have our three winners” Mr.Brown started.

“When I point to your plate please come up to receive your ribbon and prize” he added, before making his way down with the third place. He pointed at the Paku Paku Tai and you clapped as Hitomi and Melody made their way forward. Next a woman that looked to be around Sophia's age with long red hair stood up and walked forward, so that was Debbie. Lastly Mr.Brown pointed at your dish, and with a smile you stood up, listening as the hushed whispers filled the room and Sophia's smile dropped.

“Ms.Mills…Congratulations” Mr.Brown gave his same fake smile as he shook your hand and gave you your ribbon.

“thank you, but the credit goes to my grandma, it's her recipe” you told him before holding the ribbon slightly up and looked towards the ceiling.

“I'm sure she'd be proud” he added, that same plastic smile in place, before he moved out of the way, allowing the photographer from the local newspaper to take a picture of just the three of you before he asked the two judges to step in. Billy stood beside you, only turning to look at you once the others had drifted away.

“congratulations Evie”

“thank you, and thank you for your high vote, didn't know I would be the first to ever get a ten” you chuckled, still in disbelief.

“you deserve it, they're good”

“I had a feeling you'd like them” you nodded, he raised a brow at your statement.

“I noticed you picked the mint chocolate chip cookies over all the others the other day, took that as a sign you favored mint and chocolate like me. These were one of my favorites growing up”

“so you picked these to bribe a judge?”

“is it bribing if I just took note of something you liked?” You asked, your mind replaying his earlier remark to Sophia.

“since always, you just never decided to find that out”

“I suppose it's not” he smiled, not smirked, but a hint of a real smile.

“Well, congratulations are in order” you heard behind you, turning, you spotted Sophia.

“Oh thank you” you smiled.

“no bad feelings about the vote right? Not that it seemed to have mattered” she stated, looking at Billy.

“Oh no it's ok, mint isn't everyone's thing” you waved it off.

“seems to be some people's” she replied before adding.

“well, congratulations” she smiled, and you watched it drop as she looked at Billy before turning around and leaving.

“She's very friendly,” you nodded.

“like I said, she doesn't like competition”

“that still sounds like a personal problem”

“...Not denying you're competition anymore?” He asked, causing your head to whip around and look at him, that all too familiar smirk on his lips.

“I….I didn't say that”

“didn't not say it either baby girl” You felt your face flush because he was right, why hadn't you denied it? No…stop it Evie.

“I-I have to go” you told him, rushing off after Hitomi and Melody, hearing him chuckle.

Well there is chapter 2!

I hope everyone is liking it so far. Here is what I keep picturing officer Hernandez to look like lol.

[roachie-paradise]

The business and the little sore gore // The Business ++ The player Warnings: An animal gets hurt // 1K words // A/N: the autism made me write this, it's not that good

You arrived once again on Fortuna, performing an impressive backflip only to land on your feet, half crouched - you intended to go out again and hunt precious prey and predators on Venus, this was your favorite part of your duties here actually and The Business who was conducting this preservatory effort has gotten to know your face- or mask, he never truly saw you outside your warframe, you two never exchanged words yet there was a small aura of understanding between you two when you came to visit.

However, you have more to do. The Chill caresses you as your feet step onto the snow. With multiple missions on your mind, a friendly voice — Eudico — calls out to you. It's going to be a long day.

Tired, you reload your tranq rifle, and somehow after brutally dismantling corpus money-making efforts, you find yourself peacefully tracking down precious animals on the snowy fields, without any lure leading you to them. Comfortable in your tranquilizing nest, the snow on your back perfectly camouflaging you, you continue to wait until… a red-crested virmink appears, making you immediately sit up, the snow falling away. The tranquilizer shot hits the poor animal's left eye due to your excitement.

You panic, expecting a disappointed call from The Biz, before cluing in that Solaris United might be going to sleep, turning off the lights soon. This animal was going to lose its vision or worse — die if you didn't bring it to the one taking care of the animals. At the same time, he's still open for business, so you slide down the hill you were sitting on, bringing your rifle along and swiftly putting it on your back, hurrying to the Virmink. Once it's in your arms the warframe bolts it to the old elevator, placing a hand on the metal doors before banging a bit to hurry. Up. The doggy in your hands softly whimpers, that's all it can do in its sorry state induced by a tranquilizer to the eye it took from you earlier.

After some time, you made it inside, Eudico was now gone from the entrance and most lights were turned off, some passed-out workers being lifted and carried home by their friends. You rush to The business, who seeing you and the Virmink in your hands is largely confused. For so long, you were a cold presence, carrying out tasks for some unknown purpose, but here he sees you, tail between your legs, holding a puppy with a dart in its eye. " Oh dear, let me take that beauty off your arms. " You handed it to the half-machine man, your arms trembling a bit as your strong emotions resonated with your warframe, it was the first sign of emotion he's seen from you. Quickly, The business led you to the backroom where there laid a medical table and some tools he used to treat the animals you caught on Solaris, some little animals were sleeping in the corners tucked in little blankets and beds, snoring, all of them recovering from anesthesia, thankfully your arrival here didn't disturb these sleeping beauties. It was a quaint little place, not as professional as you thought The Business to be. The man you trusted put the virmink on the table and sorted through his disorganized tools while doing so he looked up at you from his mess of a medical set and asked in a rather stern voice. " Outworlder, what happened to its eye? " It was pretty obvious but you tried to explain yourself before it hit you … you can't speak through a warframe, all that came out was a tearful sob from the steel warrior you possessed, but it was all The business needed to understand that you didn't exactly do it on purpose before he could acknowledge that the virmink twitched in pain. " I've got you, fuzzy friend, rest easy. " gathering his bearings and swiftly urging the dart out of its eye, before steering a machine hanging from the ceiling to laser its tear shut. While he does that you wonder how to explain yourself. Did you have to? " I'm waiting for an explanation. " Eek! Biz's stern voice jolted you awake, making you panic and eject yourself from your warframe — pale as a sheet! The Business almost messed up his procedure, seeing a kid appear from the formidable warframe that worked for him day in and day out, you looked so small, so weak. You rose to your feet and started explaining yourself.

" I- didn't mean to " He looks at you puzzled. What he thought of as a mighty warrior is now a kid getting up on their two feet. Your warframe stands still as if frozen in time while you try to explain what happened, overusing various phrases such as "it was an accident" or the one you started with. The business sighs, ending your rambling, and grips the machinery around his torso. " Don't worry Outworlder, I understand, at least I think so. " He walks up to you, clearly taller and you feel as if he's examining you slightly, like he does with every other animal. But to your surprise, there was just something on your face, which were half-formed tears, you wipe them and after you do The business spreads out his arms. A gesture you've almost forgotten, but remembered instantly — he was silently asking to comfort you. To that you agreed, hugging Biz tightly, you heard him gasp a little, he was surprisingly warm and despite all of the square and sharply angled machinery resting on his body, it wasn't that bad of a hug. You wanted more of them in fact, but you figured this was a special occasion due to the backroom and being the majorly distressed thing you figured it probably reminded you of past experiences and that's why you almost broke down here, out of the fear of disappointing someone you looked up to — someone fatherly like him. You'll unpack that later, for now, you pull away from his comforting embrace and quietly thank him, to which the friend in front of you nods. " Now that it's sufficiently dealt with, how about you and me wrap this place up? " You agree to help, soon looking at the virmink you helped rescue, of course, he immediately caught your gaze and with a chuckle suggested " While you're here, pet her. " Approaching the now sleeping beast you gently stroke its body, while you cannot fully feel the texture of its coat due to your suit, she's warm and you can guess she's also fluffy. Meanwhile, The Business sorts his tools at long last, glancing at you every so often, he had no idea how much responsibility a tenno like you could have, or how you felt because of it all. You were so meek yet powerful, like… a sawgaw, a little sore gore. After what feels like a few minutes you stopped and started helping clean the place up, no more blood, no more messy tools, and a carefully placed sleeping virmink. After this, you and him walked out of the backroom, you now in your warframe as the rest of Solaris United couldn't see you so frail, not yet at least. The business stops you for a minute and says " Get some rest. " Before leaving you to your own devices, to walk back to where your orbiter could pick you up and as it does Ordis complains about how long you were out today and voices his concerns for your true self, as he has noticed you almost cried. You'd tell him all about it once you get some much needed rest.

[ghastlyfilters]

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬!!

pairing(s): implied billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, randy meeks, tatum riley + sidney prescott x gn!reader

warning(s): none, just billy being a dick as per usual lol. some slight mentions of dog shelters. (if you’re anything like me it hurts your heart thinking about places like that)

BILLY

• Is this man necessarily a pet person? No.

• Billy will literally tell you to get a fucking grip if you cry over a fish..

THIS MAN IS AS BLUNT AS THEY COME. CMON NOW.

• He finds cats more peaceful than any other animals.

• He’d much rather a kitty cat being able to snuggle with him than a dog drooling all over the place..

(This most certainly changes the minute you show him the crazy ass cat compilations 😭)

• Billy hates nothing more than people giving pets (dogs specifically) the most dumbass names. Buddy, Max, Milo, you know where i’m getting at, lol.

• If you have a baby lizard, he actually enjoys sitting holding the little creature as it slowly moves around on his hand. (I LOVE LIZARDS SM MAN)

• Though this is him if any animal comes into your room and pisses him off:

• OH BILLY BOY YOU WILL NEVER CHANGE..

STUUUU

• SMOTHERS YOUR PETS WITH EVERY BIT OF AFFECTION HE HAS IN HIS BIG OL’ HEART!

• Dances with your snake around his neck to Britney Spears’ “I’m a Slave 4 U” playing in the background.

• Yes this man will honor Britney in any way he can, shush..

• There’s a few animals he’s allergic to so he might be a lil sneezy here and there.

• His eyes get that red and puffed up until the point Billy thinks he’s fucking high or smth..

• But if he loves one of those animals THAT much he’ll just buy allergy meds and tell himself to suck it up.

• Giggles at the vids of dog owners letting their pooches stand up and dance with them.

(So much so, he tries it with your dog himself)

• Has a special thing for Labradors and Great Danes!

• Nah, spiders are def a big NO NO..

“Hey babe, look!” You said, both hands open wide as a fat, hairy black creature sat in the middle of them.

Stu stared at you from the other couch, standing up as he began to back away. “Nah, put that shit down.”

“BUT LOOK.”

“BABE STO-”

• Cannot go into a dog shelter whatsoever. Even if the pair of you were to find one perfect for you guys, his heart aches for the other ones being left behind.

• Would love nothing more than to lay down with a dozen puppies crawling on top of him whilst he plays with the little cuties. OMG.

MICKEY

• I just know y’all would have a black cat named Salem.

• Takes multiple pics of husky puppies in the snow.

• Feels all fuzzy inside when you say you’re the “Momma” of your shared pet and he’s the “Daddy”

• Always lets your pets sleep at the bottom of the bed with you two! (Maybe even further up and snuggled in if he’s feeling particularly nice that day)

• When he’s not busy with his film studies, he’ll watch some movies with your furry friend, letting them sit on his lap whilst stroking/patting the cuddly creature.

• I imagine he wouldn’t necessarily bother with getting a pet that’s not a house cat or a regular dog. But if you decided to go out and get something extremely different from those two sorts, he’d probably be intrigued to see what it was and what it could do.

RANDY

• Randy is most certainly someone who doesn’t mind animals. He’s the kind of person who wants one for the sake of having some extra company.

• He has a golden Labrador of his own, so he certainly won’t be fussed if you tell him you have a dog.

• Stu threw a bit of meat onto Randy’s back without him noticing. Well, until he was screaming when he realised a fucking PIT BULL had been chasing him half way down the goddamn street!

That sort of messed up his thoughts on certain dog breeds for quite a while..

• Unlike Billy, Randy LOVES having popular dog names for his pooch. In fact, Buster is actually the name of his doggie!! :D

• No joke, if you tell this man you have a Tarantula he will avoid your house at all costs. ALL. COSTS.

• He would try and phone you to have a movie night and it would go a lil something like this:

“Hey, my mom’s out of town and Martha went to her friend’s house for the night, you wanna come over? I picked up some movies when I was finishing my shift earlier. I was thinking a horror seeing as it’s fall, ya know?”

“Don’t be silly! Come over to mine! I’ve got Halloween and plenty of snacks at the ready! Jamie Lee Curtis, hello?” You giggled.

“Uh- you know what babe I think i’m *COUGH* coming down w- with um- something.”

“Wait wha-”

“LOVE YOU, BYEEEEEE!!”

• No matter how much begging you do, he’s not coming over.

*You, Randy, Tatum, Stu, Sid and Billy walking home*

“Who’s house are we having that dumbass ‘movie marathon’ at tonight?” Billy snorted.

Randy gave him a look of pure offence. “Hey! It’s not dumb! It’s a HORROR marathon!! That’s what people do in October, Billy. Jesus.”

“Whatever.”

Tatum glanced towards you. “Y/n, I was thinking your house because you have the full Nightmare on Elm Street boxset-”

“ADIOS!” Randy shouted, practically sprinting back the way you lot had already came.

“PUSSY!!” Stu added with a loud echo of booming laughter.

TATUM

• Tatum loves animals so much, especially BUNNIES!

• As much as she may like your animals who are fluffy as HELL, she always carries a lint roller around with her. She hates hairs on her skirt.. (I feel you girl 🥲)

• Does not understand why so many girls freak out at dogs licking their faces. She knows it’s their way of giving affection like chill out??

• Her and Dewey had rabbits as kids, so don’t be surprised if she gets extra excited over the fact you have some aswell, hehe.

• Always asks if she can pet people’s dogs in public. If they appear friendly enough, of course.

• Snakes are definitely not her thing, so if you have one, perhaps keep it hidden when she comes over.

• She’ll try and get you to let her hold your rabbit whilst you watch a movie. (I mean, why not?)

SIDNEY

• Sidney is 110% a cat lover. So much so, when Christmas time came around, you decided to gift her a little kitten as a thank you for how supportive she always is towards you.

• It would be a beautiful little grey kitty named Daisy. And I imagine Sid would definitely spend time with her 24/7. Daisy was one of the only things that made Sidney truly happy, despite you, of course.

• She likes dogs too! She’ll always giggle her head off if your dog gets overexcited when she comes around to visit.

• Literally finds mini turtles so fucking cute. (She is definitely interested to see unordinary pets too!!)

• Much like Stu and Randy, our girl Sid is a big fan of Labradors. Especially black ones. She finds them beautiful creatures, standing proudly with their big chocolate brown eyes.

hey guys! headcanon requests are open if you’d like to see some specific types of hcs with a certain one of these lovely characters! remember to drink plenty of water and take care of yourselves! i love you my darlings, you are always welcome to have kj’s blog as your safe place. always. <3

[finniestoncrane]

Hellooo! Can I get an extra spicy BBQ Platter with Oysters, a Meat Plate, and a Signature Cocktail? It'll be a Sit-In order, thank you! 😊💗

general!boomer x gn!reader, word count: 300 content (warnings): rough sex, some doggy style rooting 💚 orders open here! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: SNOW THANK YOU my first ever foray into the land down under >:3 💚

The head of his cock, lubed with his own spit which he rubbed in with his palm, grazed across your entrance, teasing you with an air of cruelty that filled you both with desperate arousal.

You almost managed to stutter our your plea, but fumbled over the words as you felt his free hand grip your waist, strong arms controlling the powerful hold he had. He kept you steady, stopping you from sliding back on to his cock.

"What were you tryin' to say, love?"

Digger had pulled himself back from you ever so slightly, the tantalising touch of his length distant now as he waited for your reply. With a deep breath and a shudder you managed to get it out.

"I... want you to... I mean, you can be... rough... if you want to..."

You could feel his toned stomach against your back, his body enclosing around you as he leaned in to you, growling in your ear.

"I've never wanted anything more."

With no further hesitation, he pushed himself inside of you, filling you almost instantly. You could feel his cock, thick and veiny, stretching you carelessly as he pressed up to the hilt with the first thrust. You could barely hear your own wail over his grunting.

"Fuck me, babe. Are you tight, or am I just that impressive, eh?"

You weren't sure what the answer was, but the combination of whatever he was working with and how he was using it would have you swearing you could almost feel him rearranging your insides as he bucked his hips quickly and powerfully.

Another hard thrust, stealing the words, and the breath, from your throat. The relentless fucking only served to have you drooling, incapable of much more. Which suited Digger fine, more than happy to use you as a hole to fill.

[allfortzu]

a space just for you

-- dahyun / tzuyu. 1.8k, fluff. MEN DNI.

dahyun and tzuyu watch the first snow together.

tzuyu kneels down and fills kaya and butter's bowls. 

she'd bought some new food for them to try. smiles when they start eating without hesitation. 

she turns, scoots over to another bowl carefully, and fills a third. 

today, she has ari with her. 

"ari-ah," tzuyu coos. 

ari is more sceptical of the new food, and he stares blankly back at tzuyu.

"I promise it's good," she scratches ari's head for good measure. "your mom told me you eat less than kaya and butter, but i'll give you more if you like it, okay?" 

tzuyu thinks ari definitely understands, because he picks up a single kibble, nibbles on it, and seemingly decides he does like it enough to continue eating. 

"okay, tell me when you want more," tzuyu whispers, because speaking too loud would disturb the dogs' peaceful dinner, and she pats ari's head again.

she squats there, arms folded over her knees, until they finish their food. it's winter now, cold outside, but her company is warm.

"when do you think your mom's coming home?" she asks ari. she hopes dahyun wore enough layers today. 

ari can't reply audibly, but tzuyu's pretty sure she knows what he's thinking. 

"i miss her already too," she sighs, pouts so ari can tell that she's sad. dogs probably need more obvious social cues. "want more food?" 

ari licks her, wags his tail. 

"okay!" tzuyu grins, pinching ari's cheeks excitedly. she's happy ari's warming up to her. maybe he can be friends with kaya and butter soon. 

"momo recommended this brand to me. she said boo and dobby really like it," tzuyu says, just to fill the silence. she imagines its similar to how she enjoys watching tv while she eats. "i think it's good for digestion, like bananas? and it tastes good too, right? hopefully you poop later!"

it's a little funny, it is; obviously one-sided – none of her dogs can talk – but it's fun. tzuyu likes talking to her dogs. she also likes talking to ari, and ari reminds her of dahyun.

soft and shy, polite smiles, tiny enough to lay on her chest. 

tzuyu smiles, tilts her head sideways. "you know, you're just like dahyun." 

ah, why is she talking to a dog about her girlfriend? 

ari yips; maybe because he's already finished his extra portion, maybe because he'd recognised dahyun's name. kaya and butter yip back, and they start having a little private doggy conversation. 

"do you all think you could live together permanently?" tzuyu asks, finding it quite endearing. their tails are wagging excessively fast, ears pulled down. "i want dahyun to live with me, but does ari want that?" 

ari does a little spin and runs past tzuyu. 

tzuyu pouts a little, turns her head to watch where ari went. he's disappeared behind a corner where the apartment entrance is, and tzuyu hopes it's not because the idea of living with her is so repulsing that he instantly wants to leave. 

she finds ari clawing at the door, and her heart drops a little. "hey, is my apartment that bad?" 

she's about to bend down and pick ari up but then the door clicks open, and ari is forced to step a few steps back. tzuyu scoops him up before he gets hit by the opening door. 

"ari!" 

...dahyun.

ari scrambles to leave tzuyu's arms, his excitement palpable. dahyun sets her bag down and makes grubby hands, grinning wide as tzuyu hands the ball of fluff over. 

dahyun's home.

she laughs softly when ari licks her cheeks, and tzuyu can't help but smile. 

dahyun's laugh is light and airy, fills their quiet little home perfectly. 

there's something about hearing dahyun in the house, having dahyun come home to her. 

"how was your day?" tzuyu asks, slotting herself in between dahyun’s arms. 

"better," dahyun says. she leans in to bring a palm to the curve of tzuyu's jaw, guiding tzuyu in. "now that i'm here."

she presses her lips to tzuyu's, soft and sweet, a routine that has naturally come to be. 

tzuyu deepens the kiss, hand to the back of dahyun's neck. 

she might be taller than dahyun, but when dahyun coaxes her in like that, her shoulders slump so easily, and she moves like jelly, going wherever dahyun wants her. 

there's a warm and slow sensation all over after, a messy knot untangling from the point of dahyun's lips. 

the beginnings of a grin blossom, and she's not sure if it's just her or dahyun, or both of them. 

tzuyu giggles, the kiss settling in like a warm blanket. they part slightly for air, giggling, noses touching. 

“i heard it’ll snow today,” dahyun murmurs. ari tries to join the conversation by burying his snout in between them. “wanna go see?”

“you don’t wanna rest?” tzuyu asks, leaning back to make space for ari, but also to check if dahyun looked tired. 

“all recharged now,” dahyun grins. “let’s go?” 

– 

it isn’t snowing yet when they come out, but they don’t mind. 

they’ve seen snow together many times; it was a staple tradition for couples, after all. they know they do it just for the excuse to make their dates a little more special. 

ari, butter, and kaya have scurried off to the field, and five has become two. 

they start on their usual stroll, a route they frequent. dahyun curls her arm around tzuyu's, snug and close, and sometime in between, she slips a hand into tzuyu's pocket. 

tzuyu's fingers find their way through dahyun's, intertwining wordlessly. they've done this a million times. 

“what did i say about getting a coat?” tzuyu jabs, teasing.

dahyun tightens her hold. “who says i’m not doing this to keep you warm?”

tzuyu smiles. “yeah?”

“i’m a romantic,” dahyun declares. 

it’s cheesy, it’s charming; it’s such a dahyun thing to say even if she’s the one huddling up to tzuyu for warmth. 

they lean into one another as they walk, shoulders bumping, and it’s hard not to laugh when they’re stumbling over each other like that, like shy schoolgirls who can’t hold a conversation without giggling, amused about nothing but each other’s presence.

“you know,” dahyun had said, the first time they’d watch the snow. “people say if you see the first snow with someone you like, you’ll fall in love.”

dahyun had her eyes on the night sky; she was simply sharing a fun fact. 

tzuyu had her eyes on dahyun; she wasn’t much interested in anything else.

“really?” tzuyu replied. 

“yeah,” dahyun said. “and you’ll be together forever.” 

they’d watched the first snowflake fall that day, side by side by a windowsill. tzuyu had hoped what dahyun said was real. 

“do you remember when we first did this?” tzuyu asks. “in high school, in your room.” 

“yeah,” dahyun says, resting her head on tzuyu’s shoulder. “you know, i’d already started liking you then. i don’t know if you noticed.”

 

maybe if they were still in the beginnings of their relationship, tzuyu would be surprised. but now, after spending more of her life with dahyun than not, it seems such a small part in all their other, infinite instances of falling in love.

“i don’t think i did. i was kinda distracted looking at you,” tzuyu admits, then laughs. “is that why you told me about that saying? something about snow?” she knows exactly what saying it is, has never stopped thinking about it since dahyun told her, but she wants dahyun to say it again. 

“if you see the first snow with someone you like," dahyun recalls. "you'll fall in love." 

tzuyu feels something on the tip of her nose, and looks up at the sky. white speckles in the night, gliding downwards. snow falls slowly, dahyun watches with her. 

"and you'll be together forever," tzuyu continues, watching dahyun. "do you think it's real?" 

dahyun raises both her palms up, leaving tzuyu's hold. she catches a few snowflakes in them. 

"i don't think there's any harm in believing in it," she says, and shows tzuyu what she's caught. "i mean, it worked for us."

tzuyu remembers what she'd told ari earlier today, i want dahyun to live with me. 

wonders if it's the right time to ask, to drop the question now. 

dahyun shivers, and she shakes the snowflakes off, quickly tucking herself into tzuyu's coat. tzuyu takes the opportunity to lay a kiss on dahyun's forehead, enveloping her in a hug. 

"we're forever?" tzuyu asks. she knows they are, she just likes hearing dahyun say it. 

"longer than forever," dahyun says. she knows tzuyu knows, but she says it because tzuyu likes it. "if i die from hypothermia right now, i'll haunt you in my grave." 

tzuyu giggles; a perfectly dahyun answer, just how she likes. 

snow continues falling, dahyun's hair powdered in crystalline white. 

"should we go home now?" tzuyu suggests. 

"let's stay like this for bit," dahyun mutters, voice muffled. she has her face buried in tzuyu's chest, hands wrapped around. it's perfectly warm, where they are right now. 

tzuyu stays still for dahyun, presses her lips to the top of dahyun's head and lets the snow build around them. they're quiet for so long, she almost wonders if dahyun's fallen asleep in her arms. 

it's the type of hug where they go completely pliant, fitted into each other snugly. tzuyu squeezes tightly, and she feels dahyun’s shoulders rise and fall in a deep breath, burrowing into the crook of tzuyu’s neck. 

kaya, butter and ari have found their way over, licking at the snowflakes on their shoes. 

“can i stay over tonight again?” dahyun mumbles after some time. “i… don’t want to drive in the snow.” she doesn’t part from tzuyu yet. 

“you can stay over every night, if you want,” tzuyu says, gives dahyun another kiss on the crown of her head. “i think ari’s starting to like kaya and butter.”

“yeah,” dahyun agrees. “ari would miss kaya and butter too much.”

“and me,” tzuyu says. “i gave him really good food today, you know." 

"careful,” dahyun jokes, snickering. “he might start liking you more than me." 

"it's okay, don't be jealous," tzuyu teases. she nudges her nose gently into dahyun’s hair, thinks her girlfriend looks incredibly pretty under snowflakes. "i like you more than him." 

"i'm honoured," dahyun laughs, full and bright. 

she pulls back, presses her palms to tzuyu’s cheeks and squishes them together. dahyun grins, the edge of her lips rising until her cheekbones show, melting a little at the sight. 

“cute,” she says. 

she tilts her chin upwards, stands on the tips of her toes, and kisses tzuyu’s puckered lips softly. 

people say if you see the first snow with someone you like, you’ll fall in love.

dahyun is perfectly warm despite the winter, tzuyu finds. 

"let's go home now?” dahyun asks. 

and you’ll be together forever.

“lets go home.”

love is home and love is warmth and love is silly smiles and raising pets together and missing each other when you're not together! what is love if not writing those same things over and over again and never tiring of it <3

thank you for reading! interactions appreciated very, very much :)

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Time Away (Mayday x F!Reader)

Mayday x F!Reader

Word count: 1350

Warnings: some discussion of internal injuries and healing from them (Mayday lives after the snow crushes him), NSFW, minors DNI, oral sex (both receiving), PiV, fingering, doggie style, boobs getting attention, unprotected sex, praise, maybe slightly dom!Mayday

A/N: established relationship, two people in love fucking including aftercare

There are two versions of this fic.  The M!Reader version can be found here.

To anyone who knew you, it was not surprising that you fell in love with someone like Mayday.  While you met many wonderful troopers when working in the infirmary in your time during the war, things changed in the Empire.  When he was rescued from Barton-4, you saw Mayday’s extensive internal injuries and trauma and learned that he nearly died if it weren’t for his new friend.  You spent time not just attending to his physical needs, but keeping him company and listening to his rage over what happened to his brothers.  All of those clones died for what?  Their treatment by the Empire left you in no doubt of your future path.  You needed to leave.  You stayed for Mayday and once he was well enough, he left with you.

You had since been creating a life together that involved new goals and no small amount of hardship and adventure.  You wouldn’t trade it for anything, but sometimes you needed a break.  After saving credits here and there, you managed to surprise him with a trip to Alderaan in a secluded location.  You chose the planet, promising him there would be no snow on any of your trips together.  The hotel room included a very large bathtub and a bed that left him sighing and half asleep the minute he laid on it.

“I don’t know if I want to get up,” he said, closing his eyes.  “I could lie here the whole time.”

“We just got here,” you laughed. “What about some time in the bath together?”

His eyes opened at that suggestion and he looked at you with a grin. “That sounds perfect too.”

You drew a bath and added some bath salts, testing the temperature of the water as the tub filled.  You started taking your clothes off, turning slightly to see Mayday appearing in the doorway, completely naked.  He walked up to you from behind and kissed your shoulder.  

“I could be of some assistance,” he said in a low voice, tugging on your clothes playfully.

You turned to kiss him and he helped you out of your shirt with the rest of your clothes quickly following.  He held your hand so you wouldn’t slip while getting into the tub, and then followed you in.  You turned the water off and laid back against his chest.  He kissed your neck and wrapped his arms around you with a low hum.  You turned in his arms so you were sitting in his lap.  You cupped his face and threaded your fingers in his beard and hair.  His dark eyes looked back into yours with love and lust in equal parts.  He inhaled your being as he started kissing you, wasting no time in letting his tongue offer wordless praises against your mouth.  You took your time with each other, going between passionate kisses, soft caresses, and gently grabbing.  It was only when the water started to get cooler that you realized just how long you had spent in each other’s arms.

“Do you have plans this evening,” he teased.

“I was hoping to have sex at least once while we’re here.”

He chuckled and replied, “That can be arranged.”

“Yeah,” you teased.  “Now’s good.”  He laughed and nodded a few times with a grin.

He helped you out of the tub, drying you both off, and kissing your body as he went along.  He stood up and kissed you, devouring your lips with his and gently guiding you to the bedroom.

“Lay down on me, love,” he said, laying on the bed.  “Legs right here,” indicating you straddle his face.

You got on top of him, a thigh on each side of his face, while you laid on his abdomen and took his growing cock in your mouth.  You grinned and then gasped as he started fingering you, moving your folds tenderly before his tongue dove in.  He licked and lightly sucked your folds, nuzzling his nose against your clit while his finger traced your entrance.  You teased his cock with your hot breath, smiling before kissing from base to tip and bobbing your head.  Mayday groaned at the sensation as you squeezed his thighs while working his length with your mouth. Despite his mind getting hazy over pleasure, he was, however, determined to properly prepare you for a good fucking. He started sucking on your clit, his tongue tracing patterns that made you gasp, while his finger danced around your entrance.  He paused for a few breaths of air, enjoying the sight of you before pressing his finger inside you and leaving kitten licks on your clit.  By this point you were so lost in the moment that you could barely pump his length with your fist.  He didn’t mind, happy you were getting lost in the sensation and kissing your outer lips.

“Mayday, I-”

“It’s alright,” he said. “I’ve got you.”  You moved off him and laid next to him, leaving a searing kiss on his lips. It was as if nothing else mattered.  Your happiness was his world.

“How do you want me,” you asked.

He gave you a wicked grin, while simultaneously holding you securely for a moment.  He nibbled your earlobe with the lightest touch and whispered, “I want you on your hands and knees in front of me, moaning as I take you from behind.  Then I’m going to reach around, play with your tits, and make you come while I empty myself inside your pussy.  How does that sound?”

Your heart raced and breathing got heavier at his very forthright description.  You swallowed and nodded, leaving the lightest kiss on his lips.  “That’s… yes,” you replied.  “I want you.”

You got on your hands and knees in front of him, wiggling your butt a little.  You tilted your hips toward him and he grinned at your eagerness.  He left firm kisses down your back, making sure you were relaxed and ready.  You felt him enter you slowly.  He held on to your hips and started thrusting, still slowly.  He laid his chest across your back, wrapping his arms around you to hold your breasts as his thrusts moved at a faster pace. His thumbs swirled around your nipples, causing them to pucker and sending more heat through your body.  You felt his breath near your ear and heard his pleasured groans.  You moaned when you felt his balls slap against your clit and he gently squeezed your tits.

“So good,” he breathed.  “Taking me so well.”

“I love when… when you fuck me,” you managed between gulps of air.

His weight on your back, fingers playing with your nipples, and soft grunts in your ear felt like bliss, like he was holding your entire being exactly as you were, enveloping himself around you. You loved the feeling of him against your back, never too heavy or overwhelming, but just a sensation of more closeness.

His vocalizations became more drawn out and you felt his beard brush along your back as he nuzzled his face against you.  You felt a surge of electricity building in your body each time his balls touched your clit and he brushed that spot inside you, tight heat inside spilling out as you came with his cock pounding into you.  His thrusts became more erratic until he came, cock buried inside you and hands holding your tits like two treasures.  You both stayed put for a moment until the exhaustion caught up with you.  Mayday left firm kisses between your shoulder blades before lifting himself off your back and releasing you.  He sat back against the headboard and pulled you into his arms.  

“You’re so perfect,” he said, kissing your neck.  “I’m so in love with you.”

You cupped his face and kissed him back.  “I love you, too.”

You held each other, relaxing in the embrace until you realized maybe you’d like more time in the tub.  Mayday kissed your cheek and got up to draw a hot bath.  In no time you were back where you started, kissing each other in the bathtub.

Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone

[littlebosslady7]

read The Home We Built. Can you describe Grey Hunt manor more?

Sure. That story is here. I know this probably or rather most definitely isn't architecturally sensical or sound, but to be fair, it changes depending on what fits in the story.

The outside is painted in gray of course, archery range off to the side. The front door, just a single door, blue. We enter through the foyer. Sometimes the walls are plain white or a pale yellow in my mind. There's a chandelier with a wood frame and elven crystals that appear branch like.

The living room has various paintings of snowdrops and blue roses done by both Percy and Keyleth. There's racks on the wall for Vex, Wolfe, and Leona to hang their bows, arrows, quivers, and whatnots. It's never used by Vex or the kids. LOL. They have a family portrait comissioned by a young artist named Genevive above the fireplace.

The kitchen has arched, rounded windows that allow for a lot of natural light. They have a massive kitchen island, the best quality stove, and a new fangled tall ice box. The door to that looks more like wood paneling. They have a nook with a round table by the window. Arrowheads, nicks on the island, and a few old food stains when the kids didn't want to eat their vegetables give the kitchen some character.

The hallway has each of the kids rooms'. Vesper's room is a lot of pinks and lavenders. She has huge parchment posters of her favorite musical artists of a pink troll, a purple tiefling, and a blue orc in a newsboy cap. All either old timey typewriter or calligraphy font.

The twins, they share. They argue about wanting to their own rooms on occasion, but to honest neither can sleep without Wolfe's snoring or the quiet little hoots, mid-slumber wing flaps from Leona's snow owl. They do have a deep purple curtain divider for privacy. Their walls are a rich coffee mocha color. Their parents decided that so there would be no arguments. Wolfe's side has a couple fencing trophies. Books on werewolves. Crude, for a 13-14 yr old wolf drawings under his bed. He has a few crude pamphlets/comic strips he stole from Uncle Scanlan. Men, women, NB individuals posing a bit too sexy. He thinks he can hide it well, but Vex and Percy catch on it and find it when they're with their tutors. Leona has archery trophies and a couple medals on their nightstand. They have books on fey and a series about a fairy/changeling royal romace on their shelves. Their floor is covered in multi-colored bowties, arrow parts, and dusty glasses cleaner clothes. Wolfe's is even worse. The boy leaves leftover food breakfast in bowls by his alarm clock.

Danny has mint green walls, a warm mural of a cherry tree and a friendly raven in it designed by Auntie Kiki. He has a toy box filled with various animal plushes and wooden airships/carriages. He has what starts out as the size of a doggy bed for Charlie, but eventually the cub needs let's say a sturdy twin bed. Percy and Vex ocassionally take away his lock picking kit he got from Auntie Pike, but a 4 year old boy and his trusty bear have ways.

Gwen has white walls with the mural of the two moons Catha and Ruidus. She has lots of fun baby books, rattles that change color, teething rings shaped like various animals -- bears, bees, lizard bee ect. She has blocks in the Infernal alphabet and bracelets, hats, and old clothes from Aunt Zee and Uncle Kash's twin girls. Her crib has little bite marks, especially when her fangs popped out. Her mobile has the stars.

Percy and Vex's master bedroom has their massive king sized bed, but honestly it's a bit more lumpy on Percy's side cuz Vex likes to spoon with both her legs tangled around him and her ear pressed to his left pec. They have Percy's short swords above their bed, which Vex isn't always fond of. Though they have come in handy. But it's a better, tamer visual of what they used to have before kids. A painting done by Percy in silhouette of Vex naked. Percy just saves that for his sketchbook now. They have a bed for Trinket that the kids will sometimes use. Lots of long cushions and sleeping bags tucked away in the closet for the kids. Their walls are cream colored. They have a little purple love seat, blue throw pillows, and a little table/tea cart for any warm drink.

Master closet is self explanatory. His and hers side. Massive dresser in the center with a few locked drawers for sexier things/hidden weapons.

Balcony on Vex's side of the room cuz she likes nature.

Second level has Percy and Vex's home office/study/quiet space. The walls are lined with tall shelves of books about various creatures, magical fauna surrounding the Parchwood. There's a secret short door for Trinket. Percy has his telescope in there. Vex has a few maps from her scouting. They have 2 separate desk where they go over the kids' schoolwork and expenses for the castle.

Percy's workshop covered in gears, tools, ect. He has a bunch of the kid's drawings, a small vase of seasonal flowers from Keyleth, letters piled from Pike and Scanlan, a long assembly desk, a literal drawing board, and there's a dropdown couch/sofa bed tucked away in a tall metal cabinet.

Pantry is self explanatory. They do have canned doughs from Pike, healthy cereals, fresh herbs, and veg. They also occasionally store a few gifts they hate in there.

Laundry room self explanatory, though they do have huge basins with enchanted washboards.

Vex and Percy have a spare room on the lower level, where they spar. They fence for fun, or honestly they do calming breathing exercises. Can't let those battle senses dull in times in peace.

Their bathroom not as spacious as the castle, but decent copper tub, chamber pot with a beaded cord to flush their waste.

The backyard has a swingset, sandbox, and a moderately sized airship (play house). A few of the kitchen staff live in a small, but easily livable bungalow between the lake and farm.

Lastly, they have secret doors that connect to various rooms.

[housamo-stories]

MC's new family part 17 (Housamo)

Everyone returned to the penthouse almost exhausted after MC's near death experience, they all sat on the very large and long couch in the living room.

Qinglong-that was a horrifying experience, I feel like my soul almost jumped out of me.

Horkeu kamui-y-yes, I hope to never go through such a thing again, as my heart felt as if it were about to shatter.

Kimun kamui-agreed silver wolf, as I believed they were a goner for certain.

Shennong-I think that shaved a few years off my life.

Makara-i'm just thankful their ok.

Gyobu-I don't know what i'd do if I lost any of my kiddo's, they're all precious to me.

Yasuyori-please my young commander, don't do something so foolish again.

Moritaka-yes, after all we l-love you little lord.

Nobumichi-if the crocodile hadn't jumped in, your big bro would have come to save you.

Snow-this heart of mine cannot take anymore excitement, please refrain from going off on your own from now on.

Everyone lectures the tiny MC, before sitting back to process the days events. MC began to do some exploring, running around the large penthouse seeing all the rooms outfitted with fancy appliances, the kitchen having two large refrigerators and two electric range ovens, the bathroom having a tub that looked like it was from a hot spring filled with warm water, they then made their way downstairs before seeing multiple bedrooms, 30 in total and some smaller bathrooms before going back upstairs but not before running into Horkeu kamui.

Horkeu-little hero, you shouldn't be wandering without one of us present.

MC-sowwy.

Horkeu-come here

Horkeu opens his arms before picking up the small toddler before heading down the hall to the living room, as he walked he reflected a bit on his life in Kamuy Kotan, all the heroes he had raised and trained only to march off to they're deaths, however with MC it was different, no matter how bad things got or how impossible the situation was, they never wavered and always had a smile on their face, Horkeu loved their smile, as it always stilled his heart even when he was troubled, he remembered when he went to the shopping center during the holidays to pick out a gift for them, and how MC bought and gifted him a decoration bowl not knowing that it was a traditional custom in his homeland for the bride to give such things to the groom to signify they're marriage, it didn't bother them as they told him to consider it a symbol of their love and that they will both be married someday, as he reaches the living room he sees some of the others have begun making dinner as it was already 6:15, Gyumao, Aegir, Dagon, Ophion, Balor, Snow, Jinn and Kimun all prepping the food, Horkeu sees this before his competitiveness gets the better of him as he hands MC over to Yasuyori.

Horkeu-(I shall not be outdone by that bear)

Yasuyori looked down at his little commander lovingly, before MC started playing with his muzzle.

MC-big doggy.

Yasuyori-c-commander, p-please cease this tomfoolery.

Ashigara-C'mon babe, let them have a lil' fun, after all you only get to be a kid once or in this case twice.

Yasuyori-y-yes, your correct, after all I was a young pup myself at one time.

Ashigara-that's the spirit!

MC looks over at Ashigara.

MC-teddy bear!

Ashigara-w-who me?

Yasuyori-commander how did you Ashigara's pet name for when we are alone tog-

Ashigara puts a large hand over Yasuyori's mouth before he starts whispering into his ear.

Ashigara-(what are you insane?! You can't just go blabbing somethin' like that to a kid! What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom, got it?!)

Yasuyori then nods his head before Ashigara lets go and continues playing with them, MC then makes a statement that almost causes Ashigara to double over with laughter.

MC-Yasu pineapple doggy.

Ashigara looks over at his boyfriend before noticing what MC was talking about.

Ashigara-gahaha!, hey their right babe!, hehe, your head kinda does look like a pineapple! I never saw it before until now, haha!

Yasuyori-p-please my love, d-don't laugh as you are embarrassing me in front of my father and fellow Hakkenshi.

Moritaka-a-actually um, I noticed the first time we met but didn't want to say anything out of respect.

Shino-it is true virtuous one, but I wonder why you yourself had not noticed.

Nobumichi-yeah I kinda noticed it too, it's pretty obvious.

Yasuyori's face blushes a deep red at hearing them point out what he himself was blind to all this time.

Ashigara-h-hey don't feel so embarrassed, after all I think it suits you, my sweet pineapple.

Yasuyori's tail begins to wag at hearing Ashigara's compliment, before turning his head and kissing the large bear on the lips.

Ashigara-heh, guess you like it when I call you that huh?

Yasuyori says nothing with only an innocent smile gracing his lips.

soon dinner is served as everyone gets up from the couch to the dining table, accept for one who is finding it difficult to navigate in his new surroundings.

Jacob-oh my, I think I knocked something over, I hope it wasn't valuable?

MC sees the blind young man struggling a bit before running over and taking hold of his hand.

Jacob-oh little one is that you?

MC-Jacob follow me, help you.

Jacob-my how thoughtful you are little one.

Jacob then allows them to help guide him to the dinner table before finding a seat, Mononobe beams with pride at seeing his child helping someone in need before everyone begins to eat.

After dinner everyone began to relax, some already having changed into they're night clothes, MC was sitting on the couch with everyone as they watched the weather forecast for tomorrow and the week ahead, the forecaster then began to do the nightly forecast saying there would be a high chance of thunderstorms until the next morning.

Asterius-uh-oh, MC won't like that.

Snow-what do you mean by that?

Asterius-w-well their afraid of thunderstorms.

As soon as the words leave his lips a flash of lightning lights up the room for a split second, followed by a loud BOOM!, soon MC runs away and hides under the couch before Snow coaxes them out and lifts them into his arms.

MC-scary, no like it.

Snow-do not be afraid little one, for I am right here.

MC buries their face into Snow's mane shaking with every loud clap of thunder, Snow begins to remember the first time he was put in Charge of caring for his beloved as he was a younger man back then but still very skilled, he remembers Claude's mother and father opening the doors to his room and seeing a little red ruby read headed boy sitting in a chair staring back at him.

Claude's father-son this is Snow, he shall be your servant and caretaker from this moment forward.

Claude's mother-he shall also be helping in your education and your studies so that one day you will be a fine ruler.

Snow then took a knee in front of the boy before introducing himself as he bowed.

Snow-greetings my young lord, as the master and mistress stated earlier my name is Snow, and from this moment on I am yours to command as you see fit.

Claude-g-greetings white lion, for we are Claude, and are delighted to meet you.

Both of his parents then left the room with they're servants one being a large muscular white tiger and the other a large muscular black panther.

Snow then remembers how one stormy night during a typhoon the power had gone out and he had gotten up from his bed and left his quarters wearing only his black briefs and lit a three-pronged candelabra before walking down the large hallway to check on his young master, as he entered the room he saw that he was hiding under his covers as the thunder and lightning resonated through the large window of his room, Snow then strolled inside before responding.

Snow-young master? are you alright?

Claude turned around as soon as he heard the large lions soothing voice, the lightning clapped once more causing him to jump into Snow's arms out of fear before wrapping his small arms around his thick neck and burying his face into his fluffy mane, Snow then held him close feeling his body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Snow-there, there, now young one, you need not fear as long as I am with you.

Snow then sets Claude back onto his bed but the small child refused to release his grip before saying.

Claude-S-Snow? Can you stay with us tonight? Please?

Snow-as you wish young master.

Snow then Climbs into the bed before pulling the covers up and and lying next to his beloved master, however the next morning Claude's mother was furious at him for staying in her sons room.

Claude's mother-How dare you sleep in here with my son! You are to be his caretaker, teacher and mentor, so that he may become a great ruler someday! Know your place!

Snow-do forgive me madam, for they had been scared by the storm last night, and requested I stay with them, I could not disobey an order from my young master.

Claude-it is true mother, we asked him to stay with us, we apologize on his behalf.

After that moment, Snow remembers that Claude was no longer afraid of thunderstorms, however Claude's parents began to become more and more distant as he grew older, to the point where he hardly remembered he even had any to begin with, except for a few of his mother's harsh educational lessons that helped shape him into the man he is today, it was also Snow's bedtime stories of gallant knights and brave warriors fighting horrific monsters and saving damsel's in distress that brought him the most joy, as he would envision himself as a damsel in need of rescue by a brave warrior on a noble steed, which is why he created the underground colosseum to find such a person, though Snow at many points had thought about stealing Claude away from his horrible mother and father like the knights in the stories, Snow also began remembering the day he met MC for the first time, how they fought with all their might to try and bring Kengo back with them to Shinjuku academy, that despite losing to him they earned his recognition as a strong warrior and even more so when Claude had acknowledged their strength against the rampaging exception, before declaring them his bridegroom, it took awhile before Snow was able to confess his feelings outright to him with a little help from MC, but was overjoyed when Claude said he felt the same way, and that he would happily marry them both, it wasn't long after that Snow had confessed to MC that he had romantic feelings for them as well, he remembered the night he confessed to MC was the same night the two of them made love for the first time under the glow of a full moon, it was something he would always treasure in his heart.

Snow was snapped back to reality as Claude called out to him.

Claude-darling? My darling.

Snow-o-oh my! I must have been daydreaming again.

Claude-oh? And precisely what were you daydreaming about my love?

Snow-w-well it would be better to tell you in private later, now then was there something you needed of me?

Claude-yes, I was wondering if we could hold the little one for awhile?

Snow-oh! but of course, as I need to prepare myself for bed, little one I have to give you over to Claude now.

MC reluctantly lets go as Snow carefully hands them to Claude, before they wrap their small arms around his neck, Snow soon heads down the hallway that leads to the downstairs, as Claude puts his hand lovingly over the back of MC's head.

Claude-you know little one? We used to be afraid of the lightning and thunder ourselves when we were still but a child.

MC-really?

Claude-I jest not, as what we say is the truth.

MC-how you get unscared?

Claude-that is an easy question to answer, it is because we had our beloved Snow by our side.

MC-Snowy?

Claude-indeed, as without him, we would not be the same Claude you see before you today.

MC-wow! Snowy's amazing huh?

Claude-indeed he is, as he means the world to us, and someday we shall have a magnificent wedding with you, and him as my beloved bridegrooms.

Snow having returned from downstairs hears Claude's small speech, making sure to stay out of sight so no one sees some of the tears falling from his face.

Snow-o-oh (sniff) my love, I had no Idea. "hic"

He soon regains his composure before walking back out into the living room wearing nothing but a black pair of briefs.

Snow-apologies for taking so long, as I needed to freshen up a bit.

Claude-nonsense my love, you always look lovely to us no matter what.

Snow-heh-heh, I think MC has rubbed off on you a bit, as you have become quite the smooth talker my darling.

Claude-haha! We are humbled by your observation my love, as we have noticed it to.

MC-Claude?

Claude-hmm?

MC-can I sleep wif you and Snowy tonight?

Claude-of course, we would love nothing more than to have you sleep beside us tonight.

upon hearing this Ophion was about to say something until Balor put his hand over the dragon's mouth and held him in a tight grip.

MC-huh? Ophi say something?

Ophion-mmf-urgmph.

Balor-worry not my beloved grandchild, he is just happy for you that's all.

Ophion shakes his head as he is unable to talk, but it goes unnoticed as Claude and Snow head downstairs to one of the various rooms to get ready for bed. Balor then releases Ophion from his grip before the dragon turns to him with an annoyed expression on his face.

Ophion-why did you get in the way?!

Balor-if I hadn't, you and the lion would have gone at it again.

Gyumao-I know how you feel about your beloved spouse my friend, but you need to exercise restraint, perhaps showing you some breathing exercises would help.

Ophion-this irritates me to no end, I should be the one my beloved sleeps next to, as I caress them in my arms and shower them with my love and affection.

Mononobe calls out to Snow asking if he could discuss something with him and the others, Snow agrees before telling Claude he would be with him shortly, after Claude took MC downstairs to their bedroom Snow asked Mononobe if everything was ok.

Mononobe-y-yes everything is fine, it's just.

Snow-just what?

Mononobe-I wondered if MC ever acted unusual around you?

Snow-unusual?

Mononobe-their always happy which makes me happy as well, but I wondered if they truly are happy all the time as I've sometimes seen them looking at families with they're children, playing, laughing, having fun, all with a sad expression, as if something was missing.

Snow-yes, they are quite a special person, but after our first encounter I was saddened to learn that they had no memories to speak of.

Ded-yes, it must be truly awful to not even remember anything or anyone you knew, I was shocked when I first met them and they said that they had never heard of Christmas, it nearly broke my heart.

Mononobe-I just wish there were some way we could recover their memories from before so we could see for ourselves who our beloved MC was before meeting them.

Hephaestus overhears the conversation between the three men before he gets an idea.

Snow-if there is nothing more for us to discuss I must take my leave as the little one and my beloved are waiting for me downstairs, I bid you all a good night.

Mononobe-yes, you as well.

Snow leaves and heads downstairs, as he enters the bedroom he sees a precious sight unfolding before his eyes, he sees MC wearing Claudes laurel wreath crown and Claude bowing down playing along with their game.

MC-I am MC, bow down before me!

Claude-as you wish my little majesty, I obey your every command.

Snow-if you're trying to be royalty little one, you have a long way to go.

MC-Snowy!

Snow opens his arms as the toddler jumps onto his chest.

MC-(Giggle) mmh, Snowy.

Claude-it seems they have become quite fond of you our lovely Snow.

Snow-how could they not? My fur is quite soft as you have felt for yourself.

Claude-indeed we do, as I do enjoy our cuddle sessions when we are alone together, the feel of your fur and toned muscles warming our body is a very pleasant experience.

Snow-and holding you in my arms is a blessing I thank the heavens for every night.

Claude- by the way my love, black is a good color for you.

Snow blushes at his comment as he knows Claude was the one who picked out the underwear he is currently wearing, though he blushes not out of embarrassment, but because he is happy to have pleased his lover.

Snow-my love you should get ready for bed, here put these on I think we'll both find them satisfactory.

Claude goes into the small bathroom to change before coming out revealing Claude wearing new white briefs that contort to his muscles, butt and his member.

Snow-heh-heh, I knew they would look good on you.

Claude-indeed, and quite breathable too.

Snow-come my darlings, let us rest up for tomorrow.

Snow takes Claude's hand in his guiding him into bed as he lays down MC turns and latches onto Claude's broad chest.

Claude-oh? What is this now?

MC-want to snuggle with Claude too.

Snow-oh my, well isn't that just precious,

Snow takes them both into his arms before giving Claude a kiss after which both give MC a kiss on the head.

Snow and Claude-we love you.

MC-I wuv you too.

after a few minutes MC falls asleep leaving the two men to talk amongst themselves.

Claude-my love, we have thought hard for awhile about this and wondered.

Snow-yes?

Claude-perhaps after we are married, it would not be so bad to father children of our own someday, but what do you think?

Snow-I would not mind fathering yours or MC's children, it would be one of the happiest days of my life.

Snow's eyes sparkle at the thought of two little babies in his arms, and himself, MC and Claude playing with them as they age.

Snow-yes truly, I would be a very happy lion indeed.

Snow and Claude soon lie down, Snow holding both MC and Claude gently in his broad muscular arms before the two of them shut they're eyes and drift off to sleep.

[barneyandthepoetrymuse]





Molly…



Not everything is black and white…

She was white and tan and full of life…

Took you by the hand with those puppy dog eyes…

She’d always understand you when tears arrived…

head on your lap with a contented sigh…

Time for a nap said with a smile…

An upward look of the gentle kind…

Reading your book, reading your mind…

A dance of her brow left to the right…

She won’t let you down, be with you all night…

A dog’s intuition is a beautiful insight…

They’ll give you their love, lay down their lives…

Bring it back pup after a throw of the ball…

Tempt her with cheese if you’re expecting a recall…

Off the lead, on her walks meeting people…

She’s finding her voice and talking like a beagle…

Over the cliffs in the fields when it’s sunny…

You take in the views, she’ll chase the bunnies…

Turning towards Barney to see if he’s coming…

She’ll stay up front now they’re both running…

Up with her tail and down with her nose…

There’s a sniffer dog out there in beagle clothes…

Over the fields and into the meadows…

Chasing the foxes back into their borrows…

Into the distance, parting the long grass…

She picks up a scent and follows it fast…

We wont get her attention or to do she’s asked…

Off the beaten track and on her on her own path…

Who’s that puppy as I open the door…

Trotting up the hallway on her chunky snow paws…

A face without fangs, feet without claws…

She’ll lick you to death, down on all fours…

Show her the treats, she’ll show you her appetite…

That’s the only time you’ll ever see her bite…

Polishing off dinners in the blink of an eye…

She’s not concerned about her dress size…

Come for a run, let’s shed all the pounds…

Beer belly’s aren’t a good look for hounds…

The queen of the custard creams, wearing the crown…

A face full of chips…look what she’s found!?

wear the cap and smoke the pipe…

Sherlock bones is on the case tonight…

Out in the shadows and under the street lights…

Cracking the code is extremely precise…

Chanel for dogs is the sloppiest of fox crap…

Where can you find some, she’ll draw you a map…

Under the fence, squeeze through the gap…

Out with the hose, turn on the tap…

She couldn’t have found a larger amount…

If shit was currency there’s plenty in the account…

In for a penny, in for a pound…

Gotta do it properly this time around…

Maybe today we’ll bump into Toby…

Do you think he likes me and wants to get cozy…?

Even though he acts like he doesn’t really know me…

Get me his number, I’ll call him on his moby…

He’s always got a bottle in his mouth…

What do you think that’s all about…?

He won’t let me touch it, its just not allowed…

Do you think he’s giving me the run around…?

Tell me the truth, do I look fat in this…

Is that why I can’t get Toby near a mattress

It’s the strappiest I’ve got and completely backless…

I’m a hundred percent natural, no fillers or plastics…

I’m using my charm, trying out tactics…

He’s obviously gay or one of the spastics…

He won’t trade a kiss for one of his catches…

Can you wean me off him with nicotine patches…

Maybe he’s just not into fat chicks…

I wear it proud like the flags and badges…

I don’t like dogs with beards or moustaches…

He’s not the only boy for me on the planet…

Alongside the river, woof at the cows

I tried a swim here once but nearly drowned…

Instead of doggy paddle I’ll look for a mound…

Past the stile there’s crusty pats on the ground…

Lift the lids and sip from the cups…

Salmonella isn’t a thing that affects pups…!

Ready made stew tastes a million bucks…

What’s the worst that can happen, I’ll only get hiccups…!!!

Give me the recipe I can’t get enough…

This must be heaven, I think I’m in love…

Free food on tap from the arse of a calf…

I’m not sharing with you or slicing it in half…

Covered in camouflage, straight up on the bed…

I’ll pretend I can’t see you if you object…!

When beagles are hiding they’re hard to detect…

I know I’m invisible because I just checked…!

If I wasn’t so hefty I might have crept…

It’s been a whole couple of hours since I last slept…

If these are your pillows I’m afraid this is the theft…

When I moved in with you there were terms to accept…

I’ll lay on what I like and add fluff to the pile…

The moult is on autopilot, it’s airborne for miles…

On the sofa, all over the tiles…

You can wear my coat, it’s always in style…

Lucky for you there’s plenty where that came from…

Buy some get some free, the sale is on…

The farts are a giveaway, Yves Saint Laurent…

The same fermentation is at the bottom of your pond…

Share in the snacks or I’ll muke from the gums…

Give me your Big Macs and poppadoms…

Where do you get those kind of treats from…?

If you let me loose on those it could be a problem…!!

I still remember the day you came and got me…

You’d already named me Molly…….

You went onto the internet and searched for me…

You took a week off and stayed home to support me…

I knew I was destined to be happy…

Nobody could’ve loved me the way you loved me…

You moulded me in your hands like putty…

I want you to know I’ll always be your puppy…

[dxrknessembr8ced]

It's snowing in metro city and Junior stop by and parked her bike aside the gas station as she went alone on foot to find some gas for her motorbike along with snacks to keep her from going hungry. The girl head inside of the gas station convenience store and take a few snacks only to hear growling and steps in the back. It didn't bother her, but she is being cautious about what is going on so she quickly shift her focuses on the noises that are barking and growling.

" What the hell? "

Following the sounds of growling and foot steps, she sees glimpses of what appear to be shadows moving through the store only to witness a trail of blood and prints that lead to the source. Once she enters the back in the room she's been spooked by vicious canine B.O.W.s. of different viruses barking and becoming territorial. The first line of the creatures are the fenrir, B.O.W.s. afflicted and viciously mangled from the inside which there are borns and ribs protruding around their bodies by the T-Abyss virus. These infected wolves growled and barked at the girl not because they're bloodthirsty, but these wolves are territorial and sees Junior as a threat rather than prey. Something is off about these creatures almost as if they now behave less like monsters and more like what they use to be, animals. The black fenrirs too behaved like regular wolves in their pack much larger and built defending their pack.

The second line of canine B.O.W.s are these orthrus, dogs that have been injected with the T-Phobos virus, tortured and mutilated beyond disbelief these creatures are what Junior felt disgusted the most. Not because they are bio weapons but also the abuse the dogs had endured. They received physical trauma and abuse from the cult that are still on the loose after their plan to eradicate all the darkstalkers have failed miserably and lead to the course of evolution. The Orthrus hounds themselves no longer feel the need to kill anything in their path, instead these hounds felt nothing but excruciating pain and sorrow and yet the fenrir didn't bother to kill or attack them. These bio weapons have developed a symbiotic bond thus the hounds are apart of their pack. They behave like regular dogs and no longer are a danger to anyone, acting like actual animals like the rest.

And lastly in the pack are the Colmillos bio organic weapons infected with lost plagas by the cult. Like the Fenrir and the orthrus these bio organic weapons do not show any violent behavior nor tendencies to kill for sport. Upon witnessing the normal animal behavior among bio weapons is something that bothers her, bio weapons don't behave like animals. They kill and murder without mercy yet here they are, these bio weapons are more scared of junior than she is of the creatures in front of her.

Junior still unafraid by the pack she hunch over and call over one of them, she show them that they're not a threat for she have characteristic of canis lupine. She smiles at them, sitting on one knee perking her ears up and wagging her tail.

" Come on guys! It's okay! I'm one of you! "

One of them got closer towards junior, then the few came and followed sniffing her and examining her ears, tail and fur on parts of her body. Once they finished they realize now that she's indeed one of them, they cuddle up against her licking her face slobbing up against her as a few of them barked. Junior giggled from their licking and overwhelming and unconditional love.

" Hehe! Doggies! Good doggies! Good doggies! Arf ! "

Junior lets her primal side take the wheel as she cuddled them back behaving much like any canine would.

She place her hand on one of the fenrir as she catches the scent on the rest of them. They all reek of T-Erebus, which means the bio organic weapons around her are being affected by the virus forcing them to evolve but however she sees that the virus have taken into the next stage of evolution. The bio weapons, they have regain sentience and their true animalistic tendencies, their consciousness, etc. The bio weapons from every virus from all previous bioterrorist attacks have begun to regain their sentience as well as evolving, adapting and becoming smarter again, which the exception of a few bioweapons ( Uroboros ) but regardless her mother practically make these bio organic weapons, no longer weapons but reverting their state of mind and body back to being animals again.

" Mama really did this, thank you mama... "

After realizing this Junior has thought of an idea that is crazy. She decided to adopt and take all these canine bio organic weapons as apart of her family. Some would say they are her pets, but to junior they're more than just pets given that wolves are social and family orientated species and dogs are man's best friend it's no fair to her to outright abandon or kill her family members because they're all mutated.

Junior after decided to take them all as her family members and faithful companions opened the back door and walk out as she calls them out to follow her.

" C'mon out guys! We're gonna go meet mama and the rest! "

The hounds follow them happily barking and following their new member of the pack wherever she goes, she stares at her bike parked outside but she decided she no longer needed the bike anymore and decides to make use of her new found companions, she doesn't want to loose them or abandon them since the bike is faster than they are so she had to think of something but for right now she enjoys her time with these bio weapons in the cold snow rolling around and simply playing with them.

[tombeane-blog]

The Lonesome Death Of A Backyard Buddy

Starring:

Molly, as the young and brainless German Shepherd belonging to my daughter's family.

Seeva, as the older, more beautiful and extremely intelligent Australian Shepherd who loves me beyond human comprehension.

Carolyn, as the well meaning, innocent, caring, giving and totally unsuspecting  - dog-dupe.

Since we've been doggy sitting Molly 3 days a week, Carolyn and Molly have developed a unique relationship - Backyard Buddies.

When Molly gets here she immediately wants out into the backyard to run and play.  She insists that Seeva go with her.

Seeva waits for me to go outside to clean up the poop and only then does she join us.  Then the two of them romp around the backyard while I slouch around with a shovel and a bucket, trying not to breathe.

Seeva chases Molly.  Molly chases Seeva. They stand and bark at each other and eventually they run barking and growling, side by side as they rush to the fence to deter some unseen danger on the other side.

By the time I've finished and I'm putting the bucket away, Seeva is all done in and comes back into the house with me.

So Molly comes in after her and they wrestle some more with Seeva so tired by now she lays on her back, legs in the air while Molly jumps around her.

Then finally, Seeva lays down next to me and calls it quits.

Pretty soon Molly is bored and wants to go back outside.  I say, "No thanks, not me." so Carolyn goes outside and sits in a chair on the deck while Molly runs for another 20-30 minutes.

Now that summer is over, it is wet and cold with nothing in our future but wetter and colder as far as the calendar can see.

So now I keep thinking of those movies that take place in Montana or maybe Wyoming in a brutal winter storm where, at the end the bad guy is found sitting in the snow, eyes open, frozen more solid than an ice cube.

I'm beginning to think that before the end of winter, I'm gonna find Carolyn out there, still in her night dress, blanket over her legs, glassy eyes staring at something over the horizon.  Covered in a light coating of snow. Like a statue, frozen stiff.

A Nana Flavored Popsicle.

Molly next to her, thinking "Hey human person, I guess I'm ready to go in now".