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A/N: A little Acacius piece to jumpstart my brain again!
Summary: Out on a war campaign, Marcus wakes up in the middle of the night to a dream of you. Oh, how hard it is to be apart.
Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader/you (no y/n)
Tags: +18, YEARNING, kisses, piv sex, emotional and passionate sex, slight breeding, creampie
Word count: 2.6k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60742789
Dream
The Roman encampment lies quiet underneath the starry sky as Marcus startles awake, his legionnaires long ago having extinguished fires with dirt, downed the last goblets of drink, and found rest in their cots. It is in the middle of the night, the general judges by the silence around him thatâs only disturbed by the hoot of an owl somewhere. Along with the warm sun, early mornings also bring the sound of a bustling camp - its soldiers chatting and preparing for the dayâs march across the country - but right now, all is still.Â
Marcus also deduces that it is way into the night because the moon hangs high and silent on the horizon, its pale and beautiful light shining into his tent. With sleep still clinging to him, he realizes that he has been woken up by a warm breeze catching the flaps of the tent, the entrance repeatedly opening and closing with a whipping sound.
His first instinct is to reach for his dagger, sure of the fact that he secured the entrance to his makeshift bedchambers before falling asleep, but the second he wraps his fingers around the hilt, he sees you standing there with the moonlight bathing you from behind in a bluish glow that makes you seem almost ethereal.Â
You approach his cot, and he lets his hand fall from the dagger and drop onto the chest of his tunic. You are so beautiful, radiant in the same nightgown that he saw you in the night before you parted ways and he went to war. It is a memory that keeps him going even through the hardest of days; the way you had kissed him so deeply, sprawled out beneath him. This was while you had looked at him pleadingly and with tears on your face that he tried to catch with his thumbs before they rolled down into your hair. The way he had made love to you is burned into his mind, keeping him warm when temperatures outside drop along the seaside. He promised you that he would return to you as soon as he could but here he is in your company much sooner than he anticipated, and he knows it cannot be real.Â
Your gown flows around you with each step you take, draping so perfectly along the curves of your body as if youâre the personification of Venus herself. He knows what the white fabric hides, even if it werenât for the rounding of your breasts being outlined or the peaks of your nipples poking against the front. You perch yourself on the edge of his cot, leaning over him and smiling tenderly down at him.Â
âThis is a dream,â he says quietly. He reaches out to curl his fingers into your dress, wondering if youâll evaporate into thin air if he touches you. He doesnât think he can handle it if you disappear from his grasp.
âIf this is a dream, then I wish never to wake," you declare and the sound of the melody that is your voice has Marcusâ heart nearly leaping out of his chest. You stay with him as he tugs you down for a kiss, solid against him and nowhere like the mist surrounding the tents in the morning like he had feared, âYet some say that we must be thinking of one another at the same time to be meeting like this.â
âI am always thinking of you. I miss you more than I can bear,â he says weakly, a lump having formed in his throat, scratchy from sleep. You rest your forehead against his, the both of you sighing softly in relief at being so close. Then you place a hand on his cheek, and Marcus feels a whole universe of emotions inside of himself, expanding so fast that he canât breathe, that it threatens to overwhelm him.Â
âYou have me,â you reassure gently, opening your eyes to look at him even as you kiss him softly on the lips. Your scent envelops him, jasmine flowers - his favorite - from the garden where he took his first stroll with you. And there his heart and mind go once more, feeling relief yet longing, happiness yet sadness.Â
âThis war,â he whispers and his gaze is fleeting, âIt feels meaningless if I cannot be with you, beloved wife. We are parts of the same soul, you and I. What good am I here if I am merely a puzzle missing its pieces?â
âShh, look at me, my love,â you soothe and itâs like his body is draped in the warm blankets of your shared bed, hearing the sound of his home bustling with happiness. You brush your fingers across the stubble on his cheek. He leans into the touch, knows that his eyes are wide and pleading as he returns them to you. You scratch his beard again, âYou are whole, Marcus Acacius, even here. You carry me with you, just as I carry you.â
âMy clever wife, yet again you are right. It is my weary heart that speaks. Of course, you are always with me, always in my thoughts even when it feels like the skies will tumble down upon me and the world will end,â he replies, taking in the way you look to the version of him that dreams. He wonders if the picture before him will etch itself into his mind, so deeply that his thoughts will conjure up fresh images tomorrow during broad daylight.Â
âThose skies are skies we share, always under the same sun and moon,â you smile, and he sighs, closing his eyes as you trace his face with your fingers. You draw invisible lines across his features, gently over his cheekbones and carefully down the length of his nose, fingertips dancing across his eyelids with featherlight touches, âDo you remember nights spent under the stars? You love that spot close to the river back home.â
âTell me of home," he asks of you, a bead of desperation rattling around in his chest, "Tell me of the river, the fields, and the stars, of the songs the birds sing at dawn."
âThe river flows like it always has, my love. The fields stand golden and the wind makes it seem like they are one with the water surrounding them. Can you see it?â You sound like a lullaby.Â
Marcus nods, the sight is painted on the back of his eyelids. He knows each hue of blue and golden, each curve of the bending riverbanks, and he can almost feel his heart beating slower at the mental image. He finds peace in the idea that nothing has changed back where you are waiting for him, the familiarity more soothing than any draught or potion. For a moment, he is home with you and all is well.Â
You peck his lips while brushing his cheek with the back of your hand, âAnd the birds. Can you hear them? The way the larks greet each morning?â
âI hope the Fates are not so cruel as to keep us apart for much longer. I want to hear them again soon,â he murmurs, opening his eyes to find himself staring into yours. He reaches up to cup the back of your neck, feeling how warm you are despite not actually being here.Â
âSleep,â you encourage gently.Â
âI canât, not with you so near,â he whispers and draws you nearer to his mouth again. He captures your lips in a longing and deep kiss, a quiet urgency rising in his chest when you sigh the way he loves. As you thread your fingers through his graying hair, he reaches for your waist and guides you to sit on top of him.Â
Your dress pools around your thighs and him like the mountains and valleys he crosses each day. He pulls back to drink you in, committing you to memory as his eyes dance over the curves he had noticed beneath the fabric as you entered his tent.Â
"Then touch me," you let out a little breath of desperation, a fire having ignited in your eyes while you stare into his. He feels the flame within himself too.Â
One of his hands moves slowly up your bare arm, the other tracing the length of your spine on top of your dress until you shiver. He lets both hands grab at the straps of your gown, guiding them off your shoulders until your chest is bare to him. You lean down for another kiss but he grabs your soft shoulder to stop your advances, his thumb resting against your pulse point. He marvels at how real you feel, can feel your heartbeat underneath the tip of his finger as if you are truly here.Â
"Marcus," you plead him quietly and he doesnât hesitate. He sits up slowly until your breasts touch his chest and then he finds your mouth again, his fountain of youth. He slips his hands underneath the skirt of your gown and feels that you are already ready to welcome him if he wants. He touches you there for only a moment but you still beautifully furrow your brow with pleasure from how much desire Cupid has sent through your veins. However, he decides that he has no time to prolong this moment with you because only Somnus will know when heâs going to wake up.Â
âLift your arms,â he guides after hearing you make a feeble noise when he removes his digits from your slick core.Â
You do as he says and he lifts the waves of fabric over your head, throwing the discarded gown onto the ground with a smile on his face. In return, your hands find the hem of his tunic, sliding it up and over his head. The tunic joins your gown on the floor, the both of you finally touching each otherâs naked bodies with soft chuckles. Thereâs something euphoric about simply being naked in each otherâs arms before making love, something so vulnerable and private that itâs reserved only for each other.Â
Your palms roam over his broad, strong chest and your fingers thread through the coarse hairs there. His hands mirror yours but instead, they feel the softness of your skin that prickles his with warmth. He skims them over the swell of your breasts, the touch full of worship while he buries his nose in the crook of your neck.Â
âMy beautiful wife,â he murmurs while he showers you in kisses from neck to collarbone to the top of your breast.Â
âMake feel whole,â you moan and cradle his head, holding him against your chest while his mouth trails across the valley of your breasts. He doesnât need to be commanded twice, already helping you to sink down on him to the very hilt of his length.Â
The connection has the both of you gasping and chuckling further in relief, none of you moving as you get used to having him so deep within you. He stares up at you as youâve elevated yourself slightly to sit down on his cock, blown away by your beauty thatâs enough to make him twitch inside of your pulsing heat.Â
"I love you immeasurably, my wife.â
"And I love you, my husband.â
You move against him for the first time and he groans low in his throat, already feeling the stirrings of pleasure. With his hands on your hips, the two of you slowly begin moving together, your bodies finding a rhythm that is instinctive and familiar. He finds that he doesnât need to intervene in your sinful ministrations on top of him; he knows the pattern of your hipsâ movements like the back of his hand, knows when to leave you to do as you please and when to help you. Right now, you are an expert in driving him to madness.Â
His hands are everywhere as you take what you need from him. He touches where he can reach - your thighs, your hips, your back - as if he cannot figure out where he wants to hold you the most. Eventually, your hands find his to anchor him, entwining your fingers together to ground him in his longing for you.Â
However, Marcus is not a man of restraint when it comes to you. He needs you in ways that make him yearn for you even when you are on top of him.Â
âFaster,â he brushes his lips against your jaw, kisses your chin when he was supposed to find your mouth. You hold his hands and oblige, the rolls of your hips quickening to a pace much faster than how youâve been imitating the waves of the sea. Your skin is glistening in the moonlight coming through his tent, sparkling like you are a goddess descended from the heavens and into the arms of him, a mere mortal.Â
Youâve closed your eyes as you near your crescendo, your lips parting in a breathless moan while the world outside is lost to the both of you. He can feel you choking his length, tightening around him like a fist. In his belly, heat is tightening like a rope about to snap in two. He feels it within you too, both of you teetering on the edge of unmatchable pleasure. He wishes it was real and not in the realm of dreams, wishes that this was the moment he created a family with you and made you his entirely. Thereâs so much to look forward to in his return.Â
âLet go, my love,â he says in an almost commanding tone, âLet your general feel you.â
And you do. Your peak hits you like a bolt of lightning to the point where he has to keep up your pace, his hips thrusting up to meet yours while you lose yourself in the sensations running through your veins. He drags your entwined hands to his chest, placing your palm on his pounding heart, and mirrors his own hand on your chest too. Your hearts beat in unison and he canât take it anymore, can feel his control slipping from his grasp.Â
He comes with a quick intake of air and then a growl, his hips stuttering before he spills inside of you. His body tenses up for a moment before it relaxes thoroughly, chest heaving and head swimming with the intensity of it all. You say his name and he finds himself saying yours, repeating it like were they prayers for the Gods.Â
Eventually, your body slumps against him and he slips out of your spent heat. Your breaths are synchronized, even as they slowly start to calm down in your bliss. He holds you close to his chest, feeling you stick to him but he doesnât care. Heâll take anything you have to give when his body and soul miss you so thoroughly.Â
âSometimes I wonder if the Gods are punishing me for loving you so deeply,â he murmurs with a trail of kisses along your shoulder. A loud, satisfactory sigh leaves him when you slide your fingers through his sweat-damp hair.Â
âYour ability to love wholly and completely is yours alone. Do not let the Gods take credit for what belongs to your heart,â you whisper back to him, stealing a kiss when he looks up at you.Â
âStay with me,â he begs of you, âDonât ever go.â
âI will stay as long as the night prevails,â you reply gently, âBut come dawn, I have to go.â
It is unbearable but it makes it more precious. He reaches to brush a strand of your hair from your forehead as it has fallen into your face during your intimacy. He smiles as he takes in the sight of you, how beautiful you look with heated cheeks.Â
âTell me about home again,â he requests, âPlease.â
And so you do.
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I had no idea how my life was about to change when I asked that girl out on a simple date. Her name was Isabella. I had seen her around town, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall down her back, and her eyesâher eyes were a perfect shade of deep brown, mysterious yet warm, like a rich cup of coffee. She seemed different from the usual crowd, more reserved, but her smile could light up a room.
When she said yes to my invitation to dinner, I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world. We chose a quiet, cozy Italian restaurant on the edge of town, away from the hustle and bustle. It was the kind of place that felt like a hidden gem, with candlelight flickering on every table and a soft hum of Italian opera in the background. We talked for hours. She was charming, funny, and intelligent, and I was captivated by every word she said. She seemed so ordinary, in the best way possible, and I couldnât stop myself from thinking that I might have just met someone truly special.
As the evening came to an end, I walked her to her car, a sleek black Audi. She thanked me for the night, her eyes sparkling, and I felt like the world was at my feet. I promised to call her again, to arrange another date soon, and she smiled, nodding in agreement.
But thatâs when things took a strange turn.
The next morning, I was at work when I got a phone call from an unknown number. I almost didnât pick up, but something told me to answer.
âIs this Brian Holden?â a low, gravelly voice asked.
âYeah, who is this?â
âMy name is Vito. Vito Romano. We need to talk.â
I froze. The name hit me like a punch to the gut. Romano. That was the name of one of the most dangerous mafia families in the city. I had heard whispers about them. Stories of violence, power, and influence. And Vito Romano? He was the patriarchâthe boss.
âI⊠I donât understand,â I stammered. âWhat do you want from me?â
âI think you know,â Vito said, his voice calm but chilling. âYou took my daughter out last night.â
I felt my blood run cold. My stomach dropped. Isabella was his daughter? The girl I had taken on a date?
âI didnât know,â I said quickly, trying to explain myself. âI swear, I didnât know. I thought she was just a normalââ
âI donât care what you thought,â Vito interrupted. âWhat matters now is how you handle this situation. My daughter was not just any girl, and you will treat her with respect, or there will be consequences. Do you understand?â
âYes⊠yes, I understand,â I stammered.
There was a long silence on the other end of the line before Vito spoke again.
âIâll be at your place in an hour. Be ready to speak to me.â
I hung up the phone, my heart racing. I couldnât believe it. I had just accidentally asked the mafia bossâs daughter on a date. What had I gotten myself into?
An hour later, a black SUV pulled up outside my apartment. My doorbell rang, and I opened it to find two imposing men in dark suits standing on my doorstep. One of them was holding a leather briefcase, the other had a scowl on his face. Behind them, I saw Vito himself, a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair and a presence that made everything around him feel small.
âBrian Holden?â he asked, his voice calm but intimidating.
âY-yes,â I replied.
âCome with me,â he said, and without waiting for an answer, he turned and started walking toward the car. The two men followed, and I had no choice but to follow as well.
We drove for what felt like forever, the tension in the car suffocating. When we arrived at a large, gated mansion, I felt like I had entered another world. Vito led me inside, his presence commanding every inch of the grand house. We sat down in a lavishly decorated room, and Vito motioned for me to take a seat.
âI donât know what you were thinking, taking my daughter out without knowing who she is,â Vito said, his tone softening just slightly. âBut I can see that youâre not the type of man who would intentionally disrespect the Romano family.â
I swallowed hard, still in disbelief.
âI⊠I had no idea. I swear. I didnât mean any harm.â
Vito studied me for a long moment before nodding. âI believe you. Isabella speaks highly of you. And in this family, that counts for something.â
I felt a weight lift from my shoulders.
âSo, what happens now?â I asked cautiously.
Vito smiledâa rare, approving smile. âYouâll be a part of the family, Brian. You have my blessing. But remember this: we look out for our own, and youâll do the same. Understood?â
I nodded, my mouth dry. âUnderstood.â
And just like that, I found myself welcomed into the heart of the mafiaâa place I never imagined Iâd be, all because of a simple date with a beautiful girl.
REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS
Too many beds
Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss
Really nice guy who hates only you
Academic rivals except itâs two teachers who compete to have the best class
Divorce of convenience
Too much communication
True hateâs kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)
Dating your enemyâs sibling
Lovers to enemies
Hate at first sight
Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead
Fake amnesia
Soulmates who are fated to kill each other
Strangers to enemies
Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you arenât actually dating
Too hot to cuddle
Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground
Nursing home au
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SINGLE DAD! X BABYSITTER! READER HAS ME FROTHING OMGG. Even better when the rest of TF 141 is involved
part 1 | part 2 (coming soon - rest of tf 141 introduced)
master list
MDNI 18+
Warnings: big age gap, babysitter! reader, reader is in medical school (but still legal guys)
You told yourself it was just a temporary summer job, something to fill your pockets over the Summer break as you moved into another year of university. Medical bills were not easy to pay off and your old job that paid the bare minimum did not help you in the least. All it taught you was that you had a nasty uppercut (from the time you actually hit someone and got fired).
So, you found yourself standing in front of John Priceâs house. You stared up at the tall building, brows raised in surprise. He had understated how big his house was⊠it even had a garden and a pool. You may as well consider it a mansion.
You quickly rang the doorbell, smoothening out your tight blouse. Your much more appropriate one was in the wash so you prayed whoever answered the door did not notice.
It was a tall middle-aged who greeted you, beard cleanly trimmed and⊠a hat on his head. âY/N L/N?â He asked you. You swiftly nodded, softly smiling when he stepped aside.
âSo, medical school, huh? Training to become a doctor?â He asks as he brews you a cup of tea while you read over his terms and conditions.
âA surgeon, sir. Not much better, though.â You offer him another smile, hoping to ease the awkward tension.
âRight. Next time I need surgery, Iâll call you up.â He takes a sip from your tea, which you notice but you say nothing. âJust checkinâ the temperature. Wouldnât want ya to burn yourself.â He hands you the mug, his fingers lingering on your skin for a moment too long.
âI assume this is only a quick job for you? Just away to gain a bit of money to pay those student fees off?â
Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you nod. âYes, sir. I know I should have clarified it but Iâm a little desperate at this point. Besides, no retail places want to hire me⊠after I hit someone.â
Your words intrigued him. He let out a low chuckle as he sat across from you. âNow Iâm interested.â
âWell⊠thereâs not much to it⊠a guy kept staring at my chest. He said some vulgar stuff and next thing I knew, I was punching him.â
Price shrugs, leaning back in his seat. âThe lad was askinâ for it. So, what do you think about the job? Youâll honestly be a glorified babysitter. Just do some cleaning and cookinâ here and there and make my baby happy and youâll get a nice pay check every week.â
It all happened in a blur. You agreed to the job and weeks later, you found yourself at Priceâs house more than your apartment. You hadnât stepped foot into your apartment since two days ago, Price generously allowing you to use one of the guest rooms.
âLila has a sleepover tomorrow.â Price mentions as youâre reading the instructions on how to make cookies for Lilaâs bake sale.
Based on the cooking skills you had seen from Price, you doubted he could bake very well. In fact, all he could cook was steak, which was general knowledge for dads.
âI can drop her off if needed.â You offer while opening the packet of flour only for it to explode in your face. You smacked your lips together, grimacing. âNot a word.â You mutter to Price whoâs chuckling under his breath.
âWasnât gonâ a say anything, love.â He helps wipe the flour dust off your face, still grinning in amusement.
In all honesty, your relationship with Price felt a little too domesticated, especially right now as you wore a frilly apron he had bought just for you.
âYour skirtâs too short, by the way.â Price grumbles, attempting to tug it down. âYou sure no creeps stared at you on your way âere? Wouldnât want ya in danger.â
You push his hands away from your hips. âEven if people were staring, Iâll just punch them.â
You had tried to maintain a professional relationship with your boss but it was hard when he carelessly manhandled you and treated you like his wife rather than his daughterâs babysitter.
And all professional behaviour came crashing down when he unexpectedly stood behind you as you whisked the cookie batter.
âYou look like a coke addict.â Price jokes, referring to the flour that still stained your face. âLike you got it everywhere but up your nose.â
âI can assure you, sir, I have never tried coke unless my friend daring me to snort sherbet counts.â
Price grins at your biting remark, his heavy hands falling to your waist. âYeah? Heard it doesnât feel too good with sherbet.â
âNot in the slightest.â
His hands trail dangerously low but you donât have the courage to ask him to stop⊠nor do you really want him too. He seems to sense your willingness as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, body pressed up tightly against yours.
You feel more like his spoiled wife than a medical student just trying to pay her bills.
âYouâre pretty, ya know that? Surprised you donâ have a boyfriend⊠or girlfriend. Or partner. Dunno what your label is.â
With shaking hands, you place the bowl filled with cookie batter to the side, afraid youâll only spill it.
âNever met a woman as soft as you⊠most think I chased Lilaâs mother away. But nah. Her mother ran off, leavinâ me with a baby. Not that Iâm complaining, I love Lila⊠and without her, I wouldnâ have met you.â
Youâre reduced to listening to Priceâs words, stuck between his larger frame and the marbled kitchen counter.
âSir.â You whisper but it reaches his keen ears. Everything after that is a distorted blur and you find yourself bent over the counter, clad in nothing but the apron, with Price right behind you.
Price was a mystery to you. How could a man be turned on by something as simple as an apron? Though, he was a single dad so it made sense.
Price is muttering praises in your ears as your knees tremble, threatening to buckle. You never imagined youâd be in your employerâs kitchen, having your back blown out by the man himself.
His hands were hungrily climbing your body, gripping every bit of exposed skin he could find. If it wasnât for him holding you upright, you would have toppled to the ground in a heartbeat.
You feel Price lift a hand to grip your hair, tugging at your locks. Heâs in a desperate stupor but youâre not any better, pushing back your hips to meet his harsh thrusts.
âGonâ a fill ya up. Give you a baby of yer own. Fuck⊠be so pretty just like you. My perfect little wife.â He grunts in your ear. You have no energy to correct him; that youâre not actually his wife but youâd have no complaints if he bought you a ring.
If anything, his words spur you on more.
Your chest is heaving by the time you near your release. Youâre whining like a damn dog, high pitched noises slipping past your saliva-slicked lips. And you only grow in volume as Price speeds up, pressing his body against your back.
Heâs older than you, thatâs a fact you knew from the start, but heâs definitely more experienced as well. His well thought out words have the desired effect on you as the coil in your stomach snaps.
Your fluids drip down your exposed legs, hitting the tiles kitchen ground in thick droplets. You hear Price swear under his breath, quickly pulling out and staining your back white.
He doesnât say anything for a moment as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. Then he leads you towards his bathroom, ushering you inside and handing you a spare set of clothes.
âImma place your old ones in the washing, yeah?â He mutters, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before leaving you to wash off.
You sit on the shower floor for a good five minutes, replaying the moment in your head. When you finally cleanse yourself of sweat, you slip Priceâs shirt over your head, inhaling the intoxicating smell of his cologne. It was the one you liked too.
His clothes engulfed you as you stumbled back into the kitchen, hobbling a little.
âI guess Iâll⊠get going then.â You murmur, fidgeting with your hands.
Price reaches out a hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face. Then he nods. âSee you tomorrow night, lovie.â
Right, you still had to finish those cookies and pick up your clothes.
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àŁȘ Ë⥠BREAKING POINT (FT. TOJI)
ê° synopsis. tojiâs job was simple: watch, report, and move on but when the lines between his mission and his desires blur, heâs forced to confront a breaking point he never saw coming. content. potentially dark themes. (stalking. mention of death.) nsfw. (cunnilingus) wc. 8kâish. (oops) an. itâs very late so iâm sorry if certain things donât make sense. there will be a part two, hopefully soon.
toji never liked simple jobs. the thrill was always in the hunt, in the unpredictability of his targets. but this time? this time felt... different. heâd tracked down his mark to a small, unassuming neighborhood, half-convinced heâd been sent on some kind of wild goose chase. this place wasnât exactly a breeding ground for threats.
and thatâs where you come in.
youâre not what he expectedâat all. no training, no hint of power, no connection to the dangerous world he roams. just... you, living your life, completely unaware that a man like him is lurking in the shadows, keeping an eye on you. itâs almost a joke. the ease of it should make him itch to move on, to wrap things up fast. but instead, he finds himself sticking around, watching from a distance as you go about your day.
and damn, youâre making it hard to leave.
thereâs something about the way you carry yourselfâunconcerned, relaxed, like you know nothing about the danger he could bring into your world. it almost makes him feel... invisible, and thatâs a feeling toji hasnât had in years. the way you look at the world, unguarded, itâs like you donât know people like him exist. youâre a mystery thatâs more enticing than he wants to admit.
then, one night, you catch him.
itâs a fluke, reallyâa careless mistake on his part. heâs standing in the shadows outside your apartment, watching as you lock up, but tonight you linger, glancing around as if sensing somethingâs off. and then your gaze lands on him.
âyou gonna stand there all night or what?â you ask, your tone half-amused, half-annoyed. itâs bold, like youâre talking to some stray cat on the sidewalk instead of a trained killer.
toji feels a flicker of irritation, mixed with something else he canât place. usually, people run when they see him, or at the very least, they freeze. but you? you look at him like heâs just another random inconvenience, and that almost pisses him off. almost.
he steps out of the shadows, crossing the distance between you in a few strides, his figure looming over you. âdidnât know you were waiting for an invitation,â he murmurs, voice low, watching as your expression shifts, just a little hint of caution now, mixed with curiosity.
âwhat, do you follow everyone home?â you challenge, crossing your arms as if youâre unbothered by the proximity. âor am i just that special?â
toji smirks, something dark flashing in his eyes. âdepends. maybe i just like the view.â
itâs a cheap line, but it gets the reaction heâs looking forâyour eyes narrow, a spark of annoyance flickering across your face. youâre not scared, though, not really. if anything, you look like youâre ready to push back, and that... thatâs something he hasnât felt in a long time.
âyouâve got a weird way of complimenting people,â you shoot back, the faintest smirk playing at your lips.
âtoji,â he says suddenly, the name rolling off his tongue like itâs an afterthought. âfigured itâs only polite to introduce myself.â
your brows lift slightly, but you recover quickly. âwell, toji, youâre still creeping around outside my building.â
âand youâre still talking to me,â he counters smoothly, tilting his head just enough to give you the impression heâs sizing you up. âguess that makes us even.â
you narrow your eyes at him, irritation sparking, but itâs laced with a strange flicker of curiosity you canât quite push down. âyouâre weird,â you mutter, your voice losing some of its edge. âyou know that, right?â
toji chuckles low, the sound rough but not entirely unkind. âiâve been called worse,â he says, stepping back, his gaze still locked on you. âdonât stay out too late. wouldnât want anything to happen to you.â
you blink at him, caught off guard by the unexpected hint of... concern? but before you can respond, heâs already turning on his heel, his hands shoved into his pockets as he strides off into the dark.
ââââ
over the next week, his presence becomes almost predictable. every evening, when you glance outside, heâs there, leaning against the streetlamp or pacing the sidewalk. itâs unsettling at first, but eventually, you find yourself getting used to it. you even start thinking about how to break the tension. maybe if you offered him something, this strange game would become a little less unnerving.
so you bake cookiesâjust a simple gesture, something to bridge the gap. but when you head downstairs, holding the small jar of freshly baked cookies in your hands, his usual spot is empty.
you glance around, half-expecting him to emerge from the shadows, but thereâs nothing. just the dim streetlight and the quiet hum of the city. for some reason, the absence stings more than you expect. had he moved on? stopped stalking you? the thought should bring relief, but instead, it leaves a pang of disappointment.
ââââ
a week later, youâre walking home from work, the late evening air cool against your skin. itâs a quiet night, uneventfulâuntil you feel the faint prickle of unease. someone is following you. the footsteps behind you are too deliberate, too measured, sending a shiver up your spine.
you quicken your pace, your keys clutched tightly in your hand, your mind racing as you glance over your shoulder. the man trailing you is nondescript, but his intent is clear in the way his gaze locks onto you, unyielding.
just as he closes the distance, a shadow moves faster than you can process. the air shifts, heavy and violent, and before you can even register whatâs happening, the manâs feet leave the ground. a dull thud echoes through the night as he crumples to the pavement, his body limp, unmoving.
you freeze, your breath catching in your throat, your eyes wide as the shadow that felled him takes shape. âtoji...â you gasp, the name tumbling from your lips as your gaze darts from him to the man sprawled on the ground. âdid youâdid you kill him?!â
toji steps forward, brushing his knuckles against his shirt, his expression calm, unbothered. âno,â he mutters, glancing down at the unconscious man.
you stare at the scene, your chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. then your eyes lock onto him, and for the first time, you notice the state heâs inâbruises darkening his cheekbone, a shallow cut near his temple. thereâs a stiffness in the way he moves, like every step costs him something.
âtoji...â you breathe, softer this time, the concern in your voice impossible to hide. your hand twitches at your side, almost reaching for him, but you stop yourself just before you do. âare you okay?â
he tilts his head, his smirk faint, almost weary. âyouâre worried about me princess?â he asks, his tone laced with faint amusement.
but your questions spill out before you can stop them, each one tripping over the next. âwhat happened to you? where were you all this time? who is that guy? why was heââ
tojiâs hands come up, his fingers gripping your arms gently but firmly, grounding you. âbreathe,â he says, his voice low but steady, his gaze holding yours. âjust... breathe.â
you blink up at him, startled into silence, your chest still heaving as you try to process everything at once. his touch is warm, solid, a tether pulling you back from the edge of your spiraling thoughts.
âiâll tell you everything,â he murmurs, his grip loosening slightly, though his hands stay on you. âbut first, you need to calm down.â
you swallow hard, nodding, your breaths coming slower now, though the weight of the moment still presses heavy against your chest. tojiâs gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he steps back, his expression softening ever so slightly.
tojiâs hands fall from your arms, but his gaze doesnât waver. thereâs something steady, almost unshakable, in the way he looks at you, like heâs already made up his mind about what comes next.
âi need you to trust me,â he says, his voice low but firm, the weight of his words settling between you.
you blink, your breath catching for a moment. âtrust you?â you repeat, incredulous, your eyes darting between him and the man still unconscious on the ground. âtoji, i donât even know you.â
he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly. âyou donât have to,â he mutters, his tone lighter but edged with something darker, something urgent. âjust please, trust that i know what iâm doing.â
âwhy?â you ask softly, your voice trembling.
tojiâs gaze lingers on the man sprawled on the ground, his expression grim, tension radiating from his frame. when he looks back at you, thereâs no trace of humor left in his eyes.
âbecause this man was here to kill you,â he says flatly, his voice low and heavy, the weight of the words sinking into your chest like stones.
your breath catches, your mind scrambling to keep up. âkill me?â you repeat, your voice rising slightly. âhow do you even know that? who are you?â
he exhales, dragging a hand down his face, his knuckles brushing against the fresh bruise on his jaw. âjustâplease,â he mutters, his voice thick with frustration, âlet me take you somewhere safe. iâll explain everything, but not here.â
you shake your head, your arms crossing tightly over your chest, as if that alone can keep him from pulling you into his orbit. âmy apartment is safe,â you insist, your voice steadier than you feel. âwe can go there. but iâm not going anywhere else.â
toji groans softly, muttering something under his breath, his jaw tightening. âno, youâre not safe here,â he argues, his tone sharper now. âpeople are coming. more of them.â
your stomach flips at his words, dread curling in your gut. âwhoâs coming?â you demand, your voice trembling despite your best efforts.
he doesnât answer right away, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. finally, he shakes his head, his voice softer now but no less urgent. âplease,â he says, his eyes locking onto yours, his voice dipping into something almost pleading. âjustââ
âno,â you cut him off, your tone final. âif you want to talk, weâre doing it in my apartment. iâm not going anywhere.â
toji lets out a sharp exhale, his shoulders slumping slightly as he stares at you, clearly debating his next move. after a moment, he relents, jerking his head toward your building. âfine,â he mutters.
inside, your apartment is warm and inviting, a cozy little sanctuary from the chaos outside. the faint scent of vanilla lingers in the air, mingling with the soft glow of a small lamp on your end table. the space is lived-in, filled with personal touchesâbooks scattered across the coffee table and a throw blanket draped over the back of the couch.
toji steps in, his sharp gaze sweeping over the room, taking in every detail. his expression softens briefly, the faintest flicker of something almost fond crossing his face. âcute place,â he mutters, the words gruff but genuine.
before you can respond, a tiny, black-and-white blur darts across the room, a soft, rumbling purr filling the air as a fluffy cat weaves around tojiâs legs. its bright green eyes gleam mischievously as it nudges against his boots, its tail flicking with casual arrogance.
toji tenses, jerking his foot back like heâs just stepped on something dangerous. âwhat theâ?â
you canât help the laugh that escapes you as you kneel to scoop the cat into your arms, its purring growing louder as it nuzzles into your neck. âoh, ninja, meet toji. toji, this is ninja,â you say, grinning up at him as you scratch behind the catâs ears.
âninja,â he repeats flatly, glaring at the tiny creature like itâs somehow offended him. âyou named it ninja.â
âheâs stealthy,â you reply with a shrug, holding the cat up to face him. ninja blinks lazily at toji, his green eyes half-lidded as if bored by the entire exchange.
toji sighs, muttering something under his breath about âuseless little nuisances,â but he doesnât move, watching as you set ninja down. the cat trots off, tail high, completely unbothered by the towering man now occupying his space.
toji exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. âwe donât have much time,â he says, his tone sharpening as his gaze snaps back to you. âwe need to go.â
but you plant your feet, crossing your arms over your chest, your expression firm. ânot until you tell me whatâs going on,â you say. âfrom the beginning.â
he groans, his head tipping back briefly before he looks at you again, his jaw tight. âthis isnât the time for a story,â he mutters. âyou want answers, fine. but we need to move.â
âiâm not going anywhere until you explain,â you reply, your voice steady. âstart talking, toji.â
toji groans, pinching the bridge of his nose before leveling you with a steady, unreadable gaze. âfine. you want to know whatâs going on? here it is,â he says, his voice low and measured, like heâs choosing every word carefully. âi was assigned to gather intel on you. youâve been classified as a threat.â
âa threat?â you repeat, your brows furrowing in disbelief. âme? why?â
âbecause of your father,â he replies, his tone clipped. âhe was involved in some... shady business.â
you take a step back, your pulse quickening. âmy parents are dead,â you say, your voice trembling, the words scraping against your throat. âthey died in a car accident years ago.â
âi know that,â toji says, his voice softening just enough to make the tension in the room feel heavier. âbut how do you think they died?â
the question hits like a hammer to your chest, the room tilting slightly as his words sink in. âyouâre saying...â you trail off, your voice barely above a whisper. your thoughts race, piecing together fragments of a past youâd never questioned. âtheir car crash wasnât an accident?â your stomach churns as the realization dawns on you, sharp and cruel.
toji doesnât answer immediately, but the look in his eyes is enough to confirm it. you feel frozen, your legs unsteady beneath you, your breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.
âbreathe,â toji says softly, stepping closer. âlook, i know itâs a lot. but we donât have time to unpack all of this right now.â his voice is firm but not unkind, his gaze steady as he watches you struggle to process everything. âi need to get you out of here before they come.â
he turns toward the window, pulling the curtain back just enough to peer outside. his shoulders tense, his jaw tightening as he spots something in the distance. âshit,â he mutters under his breath. âtheyâre already here.â
âwhoâs here?â you ask, your voice barely steady.
âpeople who wonât hesitate to finish what they started with your parents,â he replies grimly. âwe need to leave. now.â
you hesitate, your hands trembling as you clutch the back of a chair for support. âi canât leave ninja,â you say, your voice breaking slightly.
toji glances at you, his expression hard, but then he sighs. âfine. bring the damn cat,â he mutters. âbut grab your essentials. only what you need.â
you nod, swallowing hard as you rush to your bedroom. ninjaâs carrier sits by the door, and you quickly scoop him up, his soft purring a faint comfort against the chaos unraveling around you. you throw a few shirts and pants into a small bag, along with your phone charger, some cat snacks, and ninjaâs favorite toy. your hands tremble as you zip it shut, your mind spinning with questions you donât have time to ask.
toji meets you at the door, grabbing the bag from your hands with ease. âstay close to me,â he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. you clutch ninjaâs carrier tightly, nodding as he leads you toward the stairs instead of the elevator.
he pulls out his phone as you descend, speaking in a low voice. âgojo,â he mutters, his tone urgent. âsend backup. now.â
you canât hear the response on the other end, but the name lingers in your mind. gojo. another question for later.
toji suddenly halts, his body tense as he peers through the narrow window on the stairwell door. you follow his gaze, your heart stopping as you see men entering your floor, their movements calculated, their intentions clear.
he turns to you, his hand firm on your shoulder. âstay quiet. stay behind me,â he whispers, his voice barely audible.
you watch as the men fan out on your floor, their presence clearing the stairwell for now. toji gestures sharply, and you follow him as he moves quickly, leading you downward again. your heart pounds in your chest, every creak of the stairs feeling impossibly loud.
you reach the basement parking lot, the space eerily quiet except for a single man stationed near the exit. toji moves like a shadow, closing the distance before the man can react. one quick strike, and the guard crumples to the ground, unconscious.
âcome on,â toji urges, his voice low as he glances back at you. you hurry after him, clutching ninjaâs carrier as your legs shake beneath you.
a sleek car pulls up, its headlights cutting through the dimness of the garage. the driverâs side window rolls down, revealing a man with dark hair tied into two buns and faint dark circles under his eyes. he peers at you briefly before addressing toji. âyouâre late.â
âshut up, choso,â toji mutters, opening the back door and motioning for you to get in. you slide into the back seat, holding ninja close as the carrier shifts in your lap. toji closes the door behind you before sliding into the passenger seat. âdrive.â
choso doesnât hesitate, pulling out of the parking lot with practiced ease, the car gliding into the quiet streets. the tension in the air is thick, but no one speaks. the black cars you feared never materialize behind you, the route clear as choso expertly navigates the city streets, heading toward the outskirts.
you sit silently in the back seat, your arms wrapped protectively around ninjaâs carrier, your eyes fixed on the shifting shadows outside. your mind races, replaying tojiâs words over and over. their car crash wasnât an accident. the weight of it settles heavily in your chest, your breath shallow as you try to process what it all means.
toji glances at you through the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable. he doesnât say anything, doesnât press. he knows this is a lot to take inâtoo much, evenâbut he also knows thereâs no way to soften the truth.
the car slows as they pull into a small gas station, the bright fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across the cracked pavement. choso cuts the engine, nodding toward a second car parked discreetly in the lot. âswitching vehicles,â he says simply, already getting out.
toji turns in his seat, his gaze landing on you. âyou need anything?â he asks, his voice low but steady.
you shake your head, your grip tightening slightly on ninjaâs carrier. âno,â you murmur, your voice quiet, barely audible.
he watches you for a moment longer before stepping out of the car. you donât move, your thoughts still tangled and heavy, the soft rumble of ninjaâs purring the only thing grounding you.
when toji returns, he opens the back door and hands you a cold bottle of water and a small pack of citrus-flavored candy. your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you take the items, your gaze darting up to meet his. âhow did youââ you start, but then it hits you. heâs been watching me. the thought stings, a strange mix of discomfort and something else you canât quite name.
toji leans against the doorframe, his smirk faint but noticeable. âfigured youâd need something,â he says simply, not offering more than that.
you exhale softly, your fingers brushing over the pack before tucking it away. âthanks,â you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
âdonât mention it,â he replies, stepping back to let you out of the car.
the three of you transfer into the second vehicle, ninja settling in your lap once more as you strap in. the silence follows you as the new car pulls onto the highway, the city lights fading behind you, replaced by the sprawling emptiness of the outskirts. it feels surreal, like the ground beneath your life has shifted, leaving you grasping for something solid.
ââââ
the car pulls off the main road onto a narrow dirt path, winding through dense trees until a modest house comes into view. the structure is secluded, its exterior unassuming, the kind of place that could disappear into the background without much effort.
as the car rolls to a stop, the front door swings open, and a man with white hair steps out. heâs tall, his posture relaxed, and thereâs a boyish grin on his face as he approaches, completely unfazed by the tension hanging in the air.
âwelcome, welcome,â he says brightly, pulling open the back door before you can even unbuckle. his eyes immediately land on ninjaâs carrier, and his grin widens. âand whoâs this little guy?â
you blink, caught off guard as he leans down, cooing softly at the cat. âhey there, buddy,â he murmurs, lifting the carrier carefully from your lap. ninja lets out a soft meow, pressing his nose against the mesh, and the man chuckles. âoh, i like him already.â
âgive it a rest, gojo,â toji mutters as he rounds the car, his tone laced with faint irritation. âyouâre here to help, not adopt a cat.â
âwho says i canât do both?â gojo replies, turning to you with an easy smile. âsatoru gojo,â he says, holding the carrier with one hand as he offers the other to you. âpleasure to meet you.â
you hesitate for a moment before shaking his hand, your grip tentative. âuh... thanks,â you manage, your voice soft.
toji falls into step beside you, his presence a steadying weight as gojo leads you toward the house. the air feels heavier as you step inside, your eyes immediately drawn to the two figures waiting in the living room.
the first is a tall woman with blonde hair tied into a loose ponytail, her arms crossed as she leans casually against the back of a worn-out couch. her gaze shifts to choso as he enters behind you, and a slow, easy smile spreads across her face.
âtook you long enough,â she says, her tone teasing.
âhad to pick up stragglers,â choso replies, his voice softer now as he steps forward and kisses her, his hand resting lightly on her waist. she leans into him with an ease that makes you feel like youâre intruding on something private.
you shift on your feet awkwardly, but before you can decide where to look, the woman turns her attention to you, her smile softening. âyou must be exhausted,â she says gently, her tone warm and disarming. she steps forward, her hand resting lightly on your arm. âyuki tsukumo,â she introduces herself. âdonât let the boys intimidate you. they mean well. mostly.â
her kindness catches you off guard, and you manage a small, hesitant smile. âthank you,â you murmur.
tojiâs voice cuts through the moment, his tone gruff. âdonât let her fool you,â he says, motioning toward yuki with a slight tilt of his head. âsheâs dangerous.â
âonly to people who deserve it,â yuki replies, her grin returning, her tone light but edged with a quiet confidence that makes you believe her.
beside her stands another figure, a man with long black hair pulled back into a neat bun. his features are sharp but composed, his expression calm as he steps forward, offering you a polite smile.
âsuguru geto,â toji says, motioning toward him. âdonât let the nice guy act fool you.â
âignore him,â suguru says, his tone carrying the faintest trace of humor. âhe likes to pretend heâs the only one you can trust.â his eyes soften as they meet yours. âitâs nice to meet you. i know this must all feel... overwhelming.â
you nod wordlessly, still clutching ninjaâs toy in your hand, your mind struggling to process everything. suguruâs voice is calm, measured, and thereâs something about the way he speaks that makes you feel just a little more grounded.
meanwhile, gojo sets ninjaâs carrier down, popping the door open to let the cat stretch out onto the floor. ninja lets out a soft meow before trotting over to inspect the room, his tail high and proud.
âso,â gojo says, straightening up and clapping his hands together. âwhatâs the plan? because iâm assuming you didnât bring her here just for the company.â
toji sighs, running a hand through his hair as he looks at you. âthe plan,â he says slowly, âis to keep her alive.â
ââââ
âcome on,â yuki says, her tone gentle as she motions for you to follow her. âiâll show you where youâll be staying.â
yuki leads you down a narrow hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking faintly underfoot. the house is surprisingly clean and cozy insideânothing like its rugged exterior. the walls are painted a warm beige, and small touches, like neatly arranged bookshelves give the space an unexpected charm.
yuki stops in front of a door, pushing it open to reveal a small, simple room. âhere you go,â she says, stepping aside to let you in.
the room is bland but functional. a bed sits in the center, flanked by two plain side tables. thereâs a narrow windowsill with a view of the surrounding trees, and the soft yellow glow of a table lamp casts a warm light over the otherwise bare space. itâs not much, but something about it feels oddly groundingâlike a blank slate.
you set ninjaâs carrier down and open the door. he stretches his little body out, his back arching and his paws spreading wide, before he begins mapping the space with his usual confidence, tail flicking as he investigates every corner.
âheâs cute,â yuki says with a soft smile, leaning against the doorframe. âyou okay?â
the question hangs heavy in the air. she knows the answer before you say anythingâitâs written all over your face. still, you appreciate the softness in her tone, the way she gives you space to process everything.
âit gets better,â she says quietly, her smile small but reassuring. âi promise. weâll keep you safe.â
her words settle over you like a blanketânot enough to erase the weight in your chest, but enough to remind you that youâre not alone. she straightens, stepping back into the hallway. âtake your time settling in,â she adds. âoh, and just a heads-upâthere are only two bathrooms, and neither of them lock. so if youâre using one, just stick a towel under the door. itâs an unspoken rule for when we stay here.â
âgot it,â you reply, managing a faint smile.
she nods once before disappearing down the hall, leaving you alone with ninja, whoâs now perched on the bed, lazily cleaning his paw. you glance around the room again, sighing as you take it in. itâs bare, unremarkableâbut maybe, just maybe, you could see yourself living here.
you grab a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt from your bag and step out of the room. the hallway is quiet as you make your way to the bathroom, pushing the door open. itâs clean, the tiles worn but scrubbed spotless, and the mirror above the sink reflects the exhaustion etched into your face.
remembering yukiâs advice, you grab a towel from the rack and slide it under the door, pressing it into place with your foot.
the warm water feels like a balm against your skin, washing away the grime and tension of the day. for a brief moment, you let yourself relax, closing your eyes and letting the steam envelop you. but then the weight of everything crashes back downâthe truth about your parents, the sudden upheaval of your life, the danger still lurking somewhere outside the walls of this house.
after a while, you turn off the water, wiping your face with trembling hands before stepping out. you change quickly, pulling on the sweatpants and shirt, the soft fabric a small comfort against your damp skin. you gather your things, pulling the towel from beneath the door as you prepare to head back to your room.
âshit!â you yelp, your heart leaping into your throat as you clutch your chest. âwhat the hellââ
âsorry,â he murmurs, holding up a hand. âdidnât mean to scare you.â
you stare at him, your pulse still racing as you take in his expression. his voice is quieter than usual, the sharpness dulled, and thereâs something in his gazeâconcern, maybe, or something close to it.
toji watches you for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for something. âyou okay?â he asks, his voice low but steady.
you hesitate, your hands tightening around the clothes youâre holding. âyeah,â you murmur, though the word feels hollow. âiâm fine.â
his brow furrows slightly, but he doesnât press. instead, he gestures down the hallway. âcome on. letâs talk,â he says, stepping aside and waiting for you to follow.
you trail after him, the quiet creak of the floorboards the only sound between you as he walks you back to your room. ninja is curled up on the bed when you enter, his tail twitching lazily as he stretches out, completely undisturbed by the tension hanging in the air. toji closes the door behind him, leaning against it as you sit on the edge of the bed, clutching the fabric of your sweatpants for something to ground you.
âi owe you an explanation,â toji begins, crossing his arms over his chest. his voice is even, but thereâs a weight to it, like heâs been carrying this for a while. âabout whatâs going on. and about me.â
you nod silently, your gaze locked on him as you wait for him to continue.
âmy crew, weâre... mercenaries, more or less. we take jobsâtracking people, running interference, whatever the client needs. and our clients? not the kind of people youâd ever want to meet.â
you stay quiet, your heart beating faster as you wait for him to continue.
âthere are two big players we work forânaoya zenâin and ryomen sukuna,â he explains, his tone matter-of-fact. ânaoyaâs got power, connections, influence. he thinks that makes him untouchable. sukuna? heâs just pure strength. nobody crosses him and lives to tell about it.â
you canât help the question that slips out. âso... who do you work for?â
âboth,â toji replies with a slight shrug, as if itâs no big deal. âitâs a balancing act. naoyaâs got more reach, but sukunaâs stronger. we take jobs from both of them, depending on whatâs on the table.â
âand me?â you ask, your voice trembling slightly. âhow do i fit into this?â
tojiâs jaw tightens, and he looks away for a moment, as if weighing his words. ânaoya gave me your file,â he says finally. âhe wanted you followed. didnât say whyâjust that heâd pay well.â
your chest tightens, the reality of his admission hitting you like a blow. âthat's why you were... stalking me,â you say, trying to keep up.
âyeah,â toji replies bluntly, his tone unwavering. âbut hereâs the thingâi told sukuna about the job. figured heâd want to know what naoya was up to.â
âand what did he say?â you ask, your pulse quickening, the pieces of this twisted puzzle refusing to fall into place.
âhe told me to keep it up,â toji says, his voice quieter now. âbut not for naoyaâs sake. for yours.â
you blink, confusion clouding your thoughts. âfor me? why would he care about me?â
toji exhales, dragging a hand through his hair, his frustration evident in the way his shoulders tense. âthatâs the part i donât know,â he admits, his gaze flicking back to you. âbut sukuna doesnât do things without a reason. if he wanted me to keep you safe, thereâs a reason for it. so thatâs what i did.â
your hands grip the edge of the bed, your thoughts racing. âand naoya?â you ask, barely above a whisper. âwhat does he want with me?â
âweâre not sure about that yet,â toji admits, his voice quieter now, almost reluctant. âweâre trying to figure it out. but whatever it is...â he pauses, stepping closer. âyouâre safe,â he whispers, the words carrying a weight you didnât realize you needed to hear.
his eyes soften as he crouches in front of you, his movements careful. when he notices the tears slipping down your cheeks, he reaches out, his thumb brushing gently against your skin to wipe a stray tear. âi wonât let anything happen to you,â he vows softly.
ninja pads over, his little paws silent against the bed as he hops up, settling into your lap. his warm weight presses against you, his soft purring vibrating through your legs, as if he can sense your spiraling emotions and wants to anchor you in his own quiet way. you stroke his fur absently, your fingers trembling slightly as you try to process everything.
toji watches you for a moment, his expression unreadable. then he tips your chin up with a finger, his touch firm but gentle, forcing you to meet his gaze. âi mean it,â he says, his voice low, insistent. âi wonât let anything happen to you.â
his words settle over you, and for the first time in what feels like hours, your breathing evens out. the faintest flicker of something close to relief creeps in, though the fear and uncertainty linger.
before you can respond, toji leans in, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. the gesture is brief, almost hesitant, but it sends a warmth through your chest that you canât explain.
âget some rest,â he murmurs, pulling back slightly. âweâll talk more tomorrow.â
you nod silently, your grip on ninja tightening as the door clicks softly behind him. the weight of the day still presses on you, lingering like an invisible force bearing down on your chest. you slump back on the bed with a heavy sigh, your head sinking into the pillow as the tension slowly drains from your body.
ninja curls up beside you, his small body warm and steady against your side, his soft purring filling the quiet room. you stroke his fur absentmindedly, your thoughts a tangled mess of confusion, fear, and exhaustion.
the room feels both too small and too vast, the events of the day replaying in your mind like a loop you canât shut off. the truth about your parents, the danger lurking just outside this house, and tojiâs quiet promiseâit all feels too big, too overwhelming to process.
but then you think of his words, the way his voice softened, the steady conviction in his gaze as he said, i wonât let anything happen to you. and for a momentâjust a momentâyou allow yourself to believe him.
ninja shifts slightly, nudging his head against your hand, and you sigh, closing your eyes.Â
ââââ
itâs been two weeks since your world turned upside down. two weeks of secrets, half-truths, and trying to convince yourself youâre safe in a house full of strangers who know more about your life than you do.
youâd emailed your boss a vague explanationâan âunforeseen emergencyâ that would keep you away for an indefinite period. theyâd been understanding enough, though your phone buzzed with missed calls from coworkers curious about what happened. but it wasnât until your best friendâs name lit up your screen that you faltered.
youâre curled up in the corner of the couch, staring at your phone as it buzzes with your best friendâs name flashing across the screen. you hesitate, your thumb hovering over the answer button. toji is seated nearby, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed as he watches you with that unreadable expression.
âyou need to keep where you are to yourself,â he says, his voice calm but firm. âdonât tell anyone anything.â
you exhale softly, nodding as you press the green button and lift the phone to your ear. âhey.â
âoh my god, finally!â your friendâs voice bursts through the line, light and frantic all at once. âdo you know how worried iâve been? you just dropped off the face of the earth!â
you glance at toji, his gaze unwavering, a silent reminder. âiâm fine,â you say, forcing your voice to stay steady. âiâve just been... out of town. for work.â
âwork? since when do you travel for work? where are you?â she asks, her tone sharp with concern.
âitâs nothing exciting,â you reply quickly, your words tumbling over each other as you try to sound nonchalant. âjust some last-minute project they needed me on. iâll be busy for a whileâprobably wonât have much time to talk.â
thereâs a pause, the silence on the other end stretching long enough to make your stomach twist. âare you sure youâre okay?â she finally asks, her voice softer now. âyou sound... off.â
you glance at toji again, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tilts his head. âiâm okay,â you lie, your fingers curling into the hem of your shirt. âjust stressed, you know? new place, new schedule. itâs a lot to adjust to.â
she sighs, the sound laced with doubt. âokay, fine. but promise me youâll call if you need anything. i donât care how busy you are.â
âi promise,â you say, the guilt clawing at your chest. âiâll call when i can.â
when the call ends, you set your phone down on the table, staring at it as if it might ring again. toji doesnât say anything at first, his expression unreadable as he pushes off the counter and approaches you.
âthat wasnât easy, was it?â he murmurs, his tone softer now, almost like heâs trying to offer reassurance.
you shake your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. âno,â you admit quietly. âit wasnât.â
toji sighs, running a hand through his hair before sitting down across from you. âi know it feels wrong. but you did the right thing,â he says, his voice steady, firm. âkeeping her out of this? itâs for her safety too.â
you nod, though the words do little to ease the ache in your chest. you pick up your phone again, staring at the lock screen like it holds the answers to questions you canât even form.
âyouâre not alone, you know,â toji adds, his voice breaking the silence. âeven if it feels that way.â
you glance at him, his gaze meeting yours for just a moment before he stands, walking back to the kitchen. his words linger long after heâs gone, a small comfort against the growing weight of isolation.
ââââ
you stood in front of the mirror in your room, adjusting the borrowed crop top yuki had tossed your way earlier in the week. it fit snugly, the hem brushing just above your waistline. the sweatpants hung loosely on your hips, comfortable but far from modest. you felt... exposed.
maybe it was the heat building in your chestâthe restless energy that had been simmering all dayâor maybe it was the way youâd caught yourself stealing glances at toji earlier during dinner, your thoughts wandering to the sharp cut of his jaw, the way his muscles flexed when he moved.
you shook the thoughts away, grabbing a water bottle and heading downstairs to the makeshift gym in the basement.
toji was already there, his back to you as he adjusted the straps on a punching bag. his black tank clung to his broad shoulders, the curve of his biceps catching your attention before you tore your gaze away.
he turned, his expression neutral before a faint smirk curved his lips. âyouâre early,â he said, his voice low.
âletâs just get this over with,â you muttered, stepping onto the mat and stretching your arms, pretending not to notice the way his eyes lingered.
the session started like any otherâjabs, kicks, counter-movementsâbut tonight, there was an edge to your strikes, a force that wasnât usually there. toji caught on quickly, his movements fluid as he blocked each attempt, his brow furrowing slightly.
âyouâre tense,â he said, stepping back and holding up a hand to pause.
âiâm fine,â you huffed, brushing a strand of hair from your face and resetting your stance.
âno, youâre not,â he countered, his voice steady but probing. âwhatâs going on?â
you didnât answer, instead lunging forward with a punch he caught easily, his grip firm around your wrist. he twisted, flipping you onto your back with a controlled motion that left you breathless.
you gasped as your back hit the mat, your pulse quickening as he pinned you down. one hand pressed your wrist to the floor above your head, while the other braced against your hip, holding you in place.
âtalk to me,â he said, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. âwhatâs wrong?â
you opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. all you could focus on was the heat radiating from his body, the way his hips pressed against yours, the weight of him holding you down.
ânothing,â you whispered, your voice trembling.
tojiâs gaze searched yours, his green eyes darkening as they flicked down to your parted lips, then back up. âyou sure about that?â he murmured, his grip on your wrist loosening slightly, but not enough to let you go.
your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest as the tension between you crackled like a live wire. you felt his thumb brush against your hip, the movement so slight you almost thought you imagined it.
âtoji...â you breathed, your voice barely audible, your body instinctively arching just slightly beneath him.
he didnât move, didnât break eye contact, his jaw tightening as he seemed to wrestle with himself. âyouâre not focused,â he said finally, though his tone lacked its usual bite. âwhatâs got you so distracted?â
âyou,â the word slipped out before you could stop it, the confession hanging in the charged air between you.
toji stilled, his expression unreadable as the tension in the room reached its breaking point.
his grip on your wrist tightened, but his other hand moved, brushing against your waist, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of your sweatpants. his thumb tracing an absentminded circle that sent sparks shooting up your spine.
âme?â he murmured, his voice low, like he wasnât entirely sure heâd heard you right.
you nodded, the motion barely perceptible, your lips parting as you tried to catch your breath.
he huffed out a low laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching as if supressing a mirk. âyouâve been all worked up over me, huh?â
you squirmed under his gaze, the heat rising to your cheeks making it impossible to deny. âjustâdonât make this a big deal,â you muttered, turning your head away.
but toji wasnât about to let you off that easy. his hand slid down, resting lightly on your hip, his touch warm and deliberate. âyou sure about this?â he murmured, his voice quieter now, the teasing edge replaced with something softer, more serious. âiâm not doing anything unless you want it.â
your breath hitched, your body betraying you as your hips shifted under his touch. âi want it,â you whispered, your voice shaky but firm.
his smirk returned, slow and deliberate. âgood.â
tojiâs hand moved lower, brushing over the waistband of your sweatpants. âthese,â he muttered, his tone dipping into something almost amused as his fingers hooked under the elastic, âare covering way too much of you.â
your breath hitched, the rasp in his voice sending a shiver through you. âtheyâre just sweatpants,â you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady, but the way his fingers toyed with the fabric had you faltering.
âjust sweatpants,â toji muttered again, shaking his head as his fingers hooked under the waistband. âcovering so much of youâŠâ his smirk widened, dark and teasing. ânah, princess. these things have been pissing me off all night. hiding all this from me.â
he tugged them down slowly, deliberately, letting the fabric drag against your skin in a way that made your breath hitch. his dark eyes followed every inch he revealed, his gaze growing hungrier as the sweatpants pooled at your ankles. âknew itâd be worth the wait,â he muttered, his voice low, rough.
you squirmed under the intensity of his stare, the cool air raising goosebumps on your skin. tojiâs hands returned to your hips, warm and firm, his thumbs brushing over the soft skin of your inner thighs.
âyouâre so damn shy all of a sudden,â he teased, his voice dipping into that low rasp that made heat pool in your stomach. âyouâve been fighting me all night, and now youâve got nothing to say?â
âtoji,â you breathed, your voice barely steady, your hands gripping the mat beneath you as his hands trailed higher.
âwhat?â he murmured, his tone dripping with mock innocence. âjust trying to help, princess. you said you needed this, didnât you?â
before you could answer, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your jaw, his breath hot against your skin. âthen let me make you feel good,â he whispered, his voice low, deliberate, his words sending a shiver down your spine.
his fingers slid lower, hooking beneath the edge of your panties. he paused, just for a moment, his gaze meeting yours, giving you the chance to stop him. when you didnât, he smirked, tugging them down with the same maddening slowness, exposing you completely. his eyes darkened as he tossed the fabric aside, and the air between you seemed to grow heavier.
âfuck,â he muttered, his hands gliding over your thighs, parting them as he settled between them. âlook at you.â his voice was low, rough, filled with something that made your pulse race.
he didnât hesitate, his fingers brushing over your folds, gathering the slick there as he let out a low, appreciative groan. âso wet already,â he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. âyouâve been holding out on me, havenât you?â
your cheeks burned, and you turned your head, trying to hide the heat rising to your face. but toji wasnât having it. his free hand caught your chin, tilting your face back toward him, his grip firm but gentle.
ânah, princess,â he said, his voice quiet but commanding. âi want to see that pretty face when you come.â
his fingers moved again, teasing over your clit in slow, deliberate circles. the light, teasing touch sent sparks shooting through you, your hips shifting involuntarily beneath him. âtoji,â you whimpered, your voice trembling as you tried to stay grounded.
âyeah?â he muttered, his lips curling into a smirk as he watched you squirm under his touch. âwhat do you need, princess? tell me.â
âdonât stop,â you breathed, your voice catching as his movements grew firmer, more insistent.
âwasnât planning on it,â he murmured, lowering his head. his tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, deliberate circle over your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. your back arched off the mat, a soft cry spilling from your lips as he settled into a rhythm, his tongue and fingers working in perfect tandem.
he groaned softly against you, the sound vibrating through your core as he slid a finger inside, the stretch making your breath hitch. âfuck,â he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. âso tight, princess. youâve been needing this for a while, havenât you?â
you couldnât respond, your voice caught in your throat as he added another finger, curling them just right, hitting that spot that made your vision blur. his pace was unrelenting, his fingers moving in steady, deliberate thrusts while his tongue worked your clit with maddening precision.
âtojiââ you gasped, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as your thighs trembled against his shoulders.
he hummed against you, his tongue pressing flat against your clit before flicking up again. âthatâs it,â he murmured, his voice dark and rough. âlet go for me. i want to feel it.â
his words sent you spiraling, your body arching as the tension in your core snapped, waves of pleasure crashing over you. you cried out, your voice breaking as your fingers tightened in his hair, holding him against you as you rode out the high.
toji didnât let up, his tongue and fingers moving slowly now, coaxing every last aftershock from your trembling body. when he finally pulled back, his lips were swollen, his chin glistening as he looked up at you, his expression smug and satisfied.
âsweet as hell,â he muttered, his voice rough as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with deliberate slowness. his dark eyes stayed locked on yours, the heat in them making your cheeks burn.
toji finally eased back, his lips glistening and swollen, his smirk impossibly smug as he looked down at you. your chest was still rising and falling with the aftermath of your release, your limbs heavy, your thoughts a jumbled mess.
âfeel better now?â he asked, his voice low, teasing.
you nodded weakly, your voice too shaky to respond. his smirk widened, and he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple before pulling back, his hand resting lightly on your thigh.
he reached to the side, grabbing a few tissues from the small box nearby. âhold still,â he murmured, his voice softer now as he gently wiped you clean, his touch uncharacteristically tender. the contrast to his earlier intensity made your cheeks flush all over again.
he reached for your sweatpants. his hands slid them back up your legs with care. his thumbs smoothed over your hips as he adjusted the waistband, his gaze flickering up to meet yours.
âthere,â he said, his voice low and almost fond. âback to being all covered up.â
but then his hand slipped to the side, grabbing your discarded underwear from the mat. he balled the fabric up in his hand, slipping it into his pocket without hesitation.
âtoji,â you said, sitting up slightly, your voice a mix of disbelief and exasperation. âmy underwear?â
he grinned, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before standing. âiâll give it back⊠maybe,â he said, his smirk widening as he glanced back over his shoulder.
âyouâre insufferable,â you muttered, glaring at him, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed the way your heart raced at his audacity.
âyou like it,â he called over his shoulder, already halfway out the door. ânext training session, sweet girl. donât be late.â
an. peep the nickname change after he got a taste of that thing.. mhm. what a good man.
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TAKE IT AWAY âčââĄâ 18+
CONTAINS : 20+ age gap, f is 19, james is 40, smut, fem!reader, p in v sex, size kink, praise kink, soft!dom, y/n implied, daddy kink,
SUMMARY: James Kelly is your bfs dad, after a stinging betrayal by your bf you find yourself at James front door.
JAMES KELLYâS doorstep was the last place you'd expect to find yourself at in the pouring rain late at night, but after a painful betrayal by your boyfriend and a rocky relationship with your family, your boyfriend's dad was the only person you could think to go to.
Of course, you knew him. Youâd been dating Chris for over a year nowâa relationship that began with promise but grew increasingly tangled in his chaotic habits. Chris, a year older than you, had seemed charming when you met at the start of your senior year. But as time passed, his love for drinking and late-night parties began to erode the foundation of what you thought you had. Tonight was the breaking point. After a grueling shift, you arrived at your shared apartment, only to stumble upon a scene youâd never prepared yourself for. Chris lay in your bed, passed out and tangled in the sheetsâwith another woman by his side. The mess of discarded clothes and disheveled bedding told the story as clearly as if theyâd shouted it aloud.
You fled the apartment as quickly as youâd entered, not uttering a single word. The nightâs silence was broken only by the soft patter of rain, which quickly turned into a downpour as you sped out of the complexâs parking lot. Hot tears streaked your face, blurring your vision as your mind raced. Part of you had almost anticipated this moment, yet another part had clung to the hope that Chris would never stoop so low. For 30 aimless minutes, you drove through the rain-slicked streets, the clock on your dashboard flashing 1:00 a.m. The storm was heavier now, matching the chaos inside you.
You considered pulling into a nearby hotel, but the cost gave you pause. Going to your family wasnât an optionâtheyâd never been the kind of safety net you could count on, and showing up at their door in the middle of the night would only make things worse. Your mind drifted to an unconventional idea, one that felt both reckless and oddly comforting: James Kelly. Chrisâs father had always been kind to you, a steady presence in the background of your chaotic relationship. He owned a small auto shop, if memory served, and lived alone after Chrisâs mother walked out when he was a baby. Youâd been to his place a handful of times, and now, with no other options, you found yourself driving down his street. A flicker of hope lit within you, faint but persistent, as you wondered if he might still be awake. The thought of telling James everythingâof laying bare what his son had doneâsparked a strange mix of boldness and satisfaction that pushed you forward.
You eased your car up to the small two-story house, its silhouette hazy in the rain. To your surprise, the living room light spilled out into the dark night, accompanied by the warm glow of the porch light. Was he awake? you wondered, your chest tightening with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Taking a shaky breath, you pulled into the driveway, the rhythmic drumming of rain against your windshield growing louder.
Glancing at the passenger seat, you realized with a groan that youâd forgotten a jacket in your frantic rush. Bracing yourself, you inhaled deeply before throwing the door open and making a dash for the porch. The rain immediately soaked through your clothes, icy and relentless, but you pressed on. By the time you reached the shelter of the porch, your hair and sleeves clung to you uncomfortably. Hesitating for just a moment, you raised a trembling hand to the doorbell and pressed it. The chime echoed faintly inside, and seconds stretched like hours. Then, you heard the sound of a lock clicking, followed by the creak of the door swinging open. Standing before you was James Kelly, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. His expression flickered briefly with confusion, then concern, as he took in your soaked appearance
Jamesâs brows knitted together the moment he saw youâsoaked to the bone, shivering uncontrollably. Concern flickered across his face. âKiddo, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?â His voice was steady but laced with worry. Tears burned your eyes as you tried to respond, but the words caught in your throat. âIâŠâ was all you managed before your voice cracked. Without hesitation, he reached out, gently taking your arm and pulling you inside. The door closed behind you with a solid thunk, and the sudden warmth of the house wrapped around you, a sharp contrast to the cold rain that clung to your skin. He took a step back, studying you with a careful yet alarmed expression. You could only imagine how you must have lookedâdrenched, trembling, your face a portrait of exhaustion and heartbreak. In that moment, you felt as fragile as glass, yet something about his steady gaze made you feel a little less alone.
James grabbed a soft throw blanket from the closet and draped it around your shoulders, his hands shaking slightly as he pulled it tight. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling a shaky breath before looking at you with deep concern. âWhat happened, hon?â His voice was low, barely above a whisper. You swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself, but the words spilled out before you could stop them. âChris... He... I came home from work, and he was passed out in our bedâwith another girl.â The tears, which had been threatening to fall for hours, finally spilled over, and you wiped at your face, your voice breaking. James's expression shifted in an instant, his features hardening with disbelief and a flash of anger. âHe did what?!â he demanded, his voice sharp with fury. You flinched at the force of his reaction. âI... I didnât do anything. I just left. They were still asleep when I left.â You could feel the weight of your own words as they hung in the air. Jamesâs face softened with regret. He closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if trying to process the words that didnât seem to make sense. âOh, sweetheart,â he murmured, his voice low and thick with sympathy. âI didnât realize it had gotten that bad between you twoâ You nodded, unsure of what to do with the heavy silence that followed. Your chest tightened, the emptiness of it all pressing in. âI just needed you to hear it from me,â you whispered. âIâll go now. Thanks, Mr. Kelly.â You turned to leave, your hand hovering over the doorknob, when his voice stopped you, hesitant but firm. âAre you going back?â For a moment, you stood still, torn between the truth and what you thought he wanted to hear. Finally, you let out a shaky breath and admitted, âNo... I was planning on sleeping in my car tonight and figuring out the apartment thing tomorrow.â His face softened with worry, his eyes darkening with concern. âWhat? No, honey, you canât do thatâ, he said gently, stepping forward. You can stay here tonight. âChrisâs old room is still open. Please... stay here.â The offer hung in the air, warm and kind, like a lifeline thrown at just the right moment.
You hesitated, heat rising to your cheeks. Youâd always found James attractiveâhis kind demeanor and effortless warmth had a way of making you feel safe, even in moments like this. The thought of losing him, too, in the aftermath of this breakup made your chest ache.
âI⊠I donât want to be a burden,â you murmured, glancing down at the floor. âBurden?â he scoffed gently, already grabbing a fresh sheet and blanket from a nearby closet. âNot a chance. Youâre not sleeping in your car. Thatâs final.â He handed you the linens, his tone leaving no room for argument. âTake these up to Chrisâs room. Thereâs no bedding on it right now,â he said, pausing to take in your still-drenched frame. His eyes softened. âYou should shower in the bathroom up there. Iâm pretty sure Chris has some old clothes in the closet you can borrow. Itâs not ideal, but itâll do for tonight.â He offered a small, reassuring smile that made your heart flutter despite everything. You swallowed hard, emotions bubbling to the surface. âSir⊠I mean⊠Thank you,â you managed to say, your voice wavering. He smiled again, softer this time. âPlease, call me James.â With a nod, he pointed toward the stairs, and you turned, clutching the linens tightly as you made your way to Chrisâs room. Each step felt heavy, but for the first time that night, there was a flicker of comfort waiting for you.
James sank back onto the couch, the soft hum of his show barely registering as he stared blankly at the screen. Letting you stay wasnât an inconvenienceânot after what his son had done to you. He sighed heavily, tipping back his beer, the familiar bitterness doing little to chase away the anger and disappointment that churned in his chest.
How had it come to this? Heâd tried to raise Chris better. Sure, his son had always had his flawsâhis drinking, his impulsive, reckless streakâbut James had held onto the hope that with age, Chris might finally grow up. Turning 20 shouldâve been a turning point, yet here they were. James dragged a hand through his dark hair, frustration etched across his face.
And then there was you. Sweet, soft-spoken, kind-heartedâyouâd always been a bright spot in the mess Chris often created. James had secretly hoped you might be the one to inspire his son to change, to break free from the careless habits that held him back. But tonight shattered that illusion. The image of you standing on his doorstep flashed through his mind: rain-soaked, shivering, and heartbroken. It stung more than he cared to admit. How could Chris betray someone like you? Someone who, in Jamesâs eyes, deserved so much better.
You stepped out of the shower, steam curling around you as the cold air hit your skin. Reaching for a towel, your hand met empty space. Shit. Your stomach dropped as you realized youâd forgotten to ask for one. Frantically, you glanced around the bathroom, hoping to spot somethingâanythingâyou could use. But the room was almost barren, save for a few toiletries and the clothes youâd left in a heap.
Groaning in disbelief, you stood there for a moment, weighing your options. Finally, with a deep breath, you cracked the bathroom door open just enough to call out. âJ⊠James?â
Downstairs, Jamesâs head snapped up from the TV, the sound of your voice cutting through his thoughts. He rose, walking to the base of the stairs. âYeah?â he called back.
Your face burned with embarrassment. âI⊠uh⊠I donât have a towel,â you admitted, your voice barely louder than the hum of the rain outside. James winced, mentally kicking himself for forgetting. âRight. Sorry about that,â he called up, his tone gruff but understanding. âIâll grab one and leave it outside the door.â
He trudged upstairs, grabbing a fresh towel from the laundry room. His footsteps were heavy but careful as he approached the bathroom. Setting the towel just outside the door, he cleared his throat. âItâs there,â he said, his voice low. Without waiting for a reply, he turned and disappeared into his bedroom, the quiet click of the door shutting behind him leaving you alone once more.
You peeked out from the door before quickly grabbing the towel and drying yourself off gently. Taking a deep breath, you wrapped the towel around yourself and stepped cautiously out of the bathroom. Just as you did, James emerged from his bedroom, having changed into his pajamas. You turned and gasped, nearly bumping into him as you took in the sight before you. He stood there in nothing but grey sweatpants, his bare chest inches from your face, his tall, toned frame towering over you.
âSorry,â you mumbled, your heart racing.
James looked down at your figure, your glistening skin only partially concealed by the towel, and felt a rush of heat pulse through him. âSorry, kiddo,â he muttered, quickly walking past you and heading downstairs. You turned on your heel and rushed into Chrisâs room, shutting the door behind you, your breath coming in heavy gulps, a mix of confusion and rising desire swirling within you.
Quickly, you dressed in one of Chrisâs oversized shirts and a pair of old boxers. You tiptoed down the stairs and into the living room, where James was engrossed in his show. âMr. Kâerm, James,â you said softly, not wanting to disrupt him completely. He turned to look at you, a warm smile breaking across his face as he gestured for you to sit beside him.
You settled onto the opposite end of the couch, trying to maintain as much distance as possible, but the charged air between you grew thicker with each passing moment. As the episode concluded and the credits began to roll, James stretched and stood up, preparing to walk by you. But in a moment of boldness, you reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks.
âSir,â you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. His gaze flickered down to your hand entwined with his, surprise etched on his face. âY-Yes?â he stuttered, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. You patted the cushion next to you, silently inviting him to stay. He hesitated, the tension palpable, before finally sitting down beside you. A rush of emotions surged through youâhurt, anger, confusion, and an undeniable longing. Gathering your courage, you turned toward him, your hand resting on his leg.
âIâŠI donât want to be alone tonight,â you whispered, the implications hanging heavily in the air. James tensed at your touch, his eyes widening as he processed your words. âWhat do you mean?â he choked out, his voice thick with apprehension.
You took a deep breath, hesitating for only a moment before straddling his lap, trailing soft kisses down his neck. His eyes widened completely as his body ignited with fire at the feel of your warmth pressing against him. âSweetieâŠyouâŠyou donât know what youâre doing, youâre upsetâ he protested weakly, but the growing tent in his pants betrayed his struggle. Pulling back slightly, you met his gaze, intoxicated by the electric tension that surrounded you.
You gazed up at him, an intoxicating mix of desire and exhilaration coursing through your veins. âNo⊠pleaseâŠâ you whispered breathlessly, your lips trailing down the warmth of his neck once more. He panted, the sound raw and primal, his hands hanging limply at his sides as he surrendered to the moment, throwing his head back against the couch in a surrender that sent shivers down your spine.
Pulling back, you locked eyes with him, vulnerability etched across your features. âPlease, sir⊠take it away⊠it hurts⊠please,â you whimpered, your voice thick with need. Each plea that slipped from your lips only stoked the fire of his desire, the tent in his pants growing more pronounced, his pupils dilating with hunger.
He held your gaze for a heartbeat, tension crackling in the air, before swiftly rising to his feet, lifting you effortlessly over his shoulder. You gasped in surprise, the rush of exhilaration making your heart race, and just then, he gave your ass a playful slap, the sound echoing like a declaration. âYou asked for it, princess,â he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he carried you triumphantly up the stairs, the anticipation of what was to come hanging thick in the air.
As he carried you up the stairs, your heart raced in tandem with each step he took. The world around you blurred, and all that mattered was the thrilling heat radiating from your bodies. He reached the top, and with a swift motion, kicked opened his door and tossed you onto the plush bed, the soft fabric welcoming you against your skin.
You lay there, panting in anticipation, your body tingling with electric excitement. He stepped closer, a feral glint in his eyes. âYou wanted me to take it away, didnât you?â he growled, a predatory smile curling his lips. The heat between you was palpable, a magnetic force that drew him even nearer.
âPlease,â you murmured, your voice quivering with an intoxicating mix of pleading and longing. He leaned over you, his breath hot on your cheek, sending shivers cascading down your spine. His hands found your waist, fingertips digging into your skin as he leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
His tongue danced with yours, a seductive exploration that ignited every nerve ending in your body. You moaned softly, lost in the taste of him, the way he pressed his weight against you, his arousal evident. He broke the kiss, his breath a ragged whisper against your skin. âYou have no idea how much Iâve wanted you,â he confessed, his voice low and husky, making your pulse race.
His hands roamed down your sides, exploring every curve, every dip that made you uniquely yours. The roughness of his touch contrasted with the softness of the bedding beneath you, creating a delicious tension that made you ache for more. âIâll make it go awayâ he promised, his eyes dark with desire as he captured your gaze.
As he hovered over you, the energy in the room crackled with intensity. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. âWhat would Chris think seeing you this wet for me?,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire. âYou naughty girl begging for my cock.â
Your heart raced as he pressed his body against yours, the heat between you growing unbearable. His hands roamed freely over your skin, almost worshiping every curve, exploring the soft expanse of your thighs before moving higher, teasingly slow. âTell me what you need, princess,â he commanded, his tone both rough and thrilling.
âPlease⊠I need you,â you gasped, your body arching instinctively towards him, craving his touch as if he were the only source of sustenance in your world.
He captured your lips fiercely, plunging his tongue into your mouth, dominating yet savoring you at the same time. âDo you want me to fuck you hard? Or would you rather I take my time and make you beg for it?â His words dripped with sultry intent, fanning the flames of your desire even higher.
âBoth,â you breathed, the urgency of your need spilling over. âI want you⊠I want all of you.â
He grinned wickedly at your response, his eyes blazing with lust. âGood girl,â he praised, the words igniting something deep within you. âYouâre so fucking cute when you beg.â
He slid down your body, leaving a trail of kisses that ignited your skin as he plunged further down. He paused, his mouth hovering dangerously close to where you most craved him. âI want you to remember this,â he said, his gaze locked onto yours, âThink about how much you begged for your exs daddies cock. I own you.â
His lips finally found you, teasing at first, sending waves of pleasure washing over you. You moaned, your back arching, your hands tangling in his hair, urging him closer. The sensation was exquisite, and he lapped at you hungrily, his tongue swirling and flicking in ways that made your hips buck against his mouth.
âDoes that feel good, princess?â he asked between trails of kisses, his voice a low, intoxicating whisper that wrapped around you like silk. âGod, yes⊠please donât stop,â you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through you. âI wonât stop until youâre begging me to let you come.â And with that, he intensified his rhythm, his fingers now working in perfect harmony with his mouth, bringing you closer to the edge.
The tension coiled within you, a tight spring ready to snap. You could feel it building, an insatiable need coursing through your veins as he took his time, drawing you tantalizingly close but never quite over the edge.
âJust a little more,â he urged, watching you with hungry eyes. âLet go for me, let me hear how good I make you feel.â And with one final stroke, he pushed you over the edge. The pleasure exploded through you, radiant and consuming, as you cried out his name, your body trembling as he held you through it, his voice a dark, sultry whisper in your ear. âThatâs it, let it all out.â
Finally, he climbed back up, his body pressing against yours once more as he captured your lips in another heated kiss, tasting you, savoring the sweetness of your release. âYouâre perfect,â he growled against your mouth, his hands finding your waist, pulling you flush against him. âNow it's my turn.â
With a commanding grip, he positioned himself at your entrance, looking deep into your eyes as he pressed forward, filling you completely. âYou feel so fucking good,â he murmured, his voice rough with need. âYouâre mine, all mine.â
He began to move, slow and deliberate at first, before ramping up the intensity, each thrust igniting the fire within you once more. âYou like that, donât you?â he growled, his breath hot against your skin. âYou like being my little slut.â
âYes⊠Iâm yours,â you moaned back, surrendering completely to the pleasure.
His pace quickened, urgency fueling every movement as he drove into you harder, taking you deeper with each thrust. âTell me how much you love it,â he demanded, a rough edge to his tone.
âI love it so much! I never want you to stop! fuck Daddyâ you cried.
âGood girl,â he hissed, driving into you harder, faster, the sound of your bodies joining filling the air. Everything faded away until it was just the two of you, lost in this fevered dance, spiraling higher and higher together.
With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, and as your bodies intertwined, there was no denying the depth of your connection. The heat, the passionâit consumed you both, leaving nothing but raw desire in its wake. And as he whispered words of lust and possession, you became his entirely, swept away in the madness of the moment.
âLet go for me again, princess,â he urged, his voice laced with a dark hunger. âI want to feel you come around me.â
His breath hot against your skin, you could feel the tension building, both of you teetering on the precipice of something profound. The delicate dance of pleasure wrapped around you, binding you closer together. You arched your back, desperate for more, your body aching.
âJust like that,â he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers racing down your spine. You could hear the urgency in his tone, the need that mirrored your own. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, craving the sweet release. The room filled with the sounds of your shared ecstasyâbreathless gasps, soft moans, and the sweet melody of bodies moving in perfect harmony. With one final thrust you came around him one final time with a cry.
With one final Thrust of his own, he captured your gaze, and in that moment, you felt him let go. The powerful rush of his release sent waves of heat through you, and you could feel him spilling into you, filling you completely with a low groan.
As the waves of ecstasy began to subside, he slowly pulled out, a mix of tenderness and lingering desire in each deliberate movement. The warmth of his body left a lingering heat, and the sudden emptiness felt both startling and oddly intimate. You felt the weight of his gaze as you both lay there, the aftermath wrapping around you like a soft blanket.
For a moment, silence enveloped you, broken only by the soft sounds of your breathing gradually returning to normal. The room was thick with tension, the kind that seemed to pulse with the echoes of what had just transpired. You could still feel the remnants of his warmth surrounding you, the faintest ache reminding you of the deep connection you had forged in the sweet bliss just moments ago.
He turned to you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of satisfaction and vulnerability, as if he was also processing the intensity of the experience. His fingers brushed through your hair, a tender gesture that sent shivers down your spine, and you couldnât help but smile, feeling a rush of affection swell within you.
âIt wasâŠâ he started, searching for the right words, âbeyond anything I expected.â you answered voice low, almost a whisper, laden with sincerity. He could see how the rawness of the encounter had affected you too, his usual confidence was softened by the depth of what youâd shared.
he nodded, as you tried to gather your thoughts. The connection felt different, more profound, Nothing that you had ever experienced with Chris. An understanding passed between youâan acknowledgment that this was more than just a fleeting moment. His presence beside you was grounding, comforting, and you reveled in the intimacy of simply lying there together, skin against skin.
The world outside faded away, and in that cocoon of tranquility, it felt as if time had paused, allowing you both to bask in the simplicity of being together. Every breath drawn in was a reminder of the shared pleasures and an exhilarating sense of belonging. You lay there, enveloped in the warmth of his arms, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. James sleepily trailed soft kisses down your shoulders, each gentle touch igniting a warmth that spread through your skin. The comfort of his presence filled the space between you, soothing and incredibly intimate. As you felt his breathing slow, turning into a soft snore, a sense of peace washed over you.
You closed your eyes for a moment, absorbing the atmosphereâthe quietude, the warmth, the feeling of being cherished. In this serene bubble, worries about consequences or judgments seemed to fade like shadows in the light. You allowed yourself to embrace the moment, the vibrancy of your feelings, and the possibility of something beautiful unfolding.
You didnât want to think about what tomorrow might bring or how you would confront Chris. All you could focus on was the way he held you, the way his arm wrapped protectively around you, making you feel safe. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The only thing on your mind was falling asleep in the warm embrace of James Kelly, letting the softness of his breath lull you into a gentle slumber, where everything felt perfectly right.
ahhh my first story, Thank you so much for reading! it isnât the best as Iâm still experimenting with ideas and writing style but glad I could get something out there!
#fanfic#oneshot#hayden christensen x reader#hayden christensen#james kelly smut#james kelly x reader#star wars#i need him#anakin x reader#pleak#plz reblog#i hope you like it
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The King, Lâlandis Plebarin, hadnât stopped speaking. He stands ramrod straight, a large, obnoxious sword at his hip. The land behind him unfolds like a tapestry, a beautiful window into a world of fantasy. In Peterâs home, birds would dot the sky; here, there are dragons. Theyâre on the balcony of this prestigious building, so the view is high up and unobstructed. Thereâs no skyscraper to break up the horizon, or a thick smog to block it.Â
The building theyâve climbed the steps of reeks of a strange otherness, enshrouded in a beauty that Peter has only known to be in ancient cathedrals and grand eastern temples. Itâs beautiful, really. Heâs sure they brought him up here to tempt him with their wealth, their beauty and fantasy. What a real fucking shame this King and his servants only know how to spew filth.Â
â- and crush our enemies, who threaten our world.âÂ
Yeah, Peter had stopped listening after âwe will gift you with slaves to own and women to conquer.â Â
A high collared servant of some sort stood smugly by the Kings side, a polite smile scrawled across his wrinkled face. His too long robe fell into a puddle onto the floor, spreading out like a puddle of piss, except it floated before it could touch the stones beneath their feet. He wore another dress underneath, covering his feet, and Peter thought if magic was used so thoughtlessly, they might not be as stupid as they sound. Damn. There goes his punch-and-run plan.
The King stood confidently, his aged face warm with invitation. What a crime, for such a conventionally attractive man to be this vile. âWhat do you say, hero?â
Peter smiled, because sadly, he wasnât the one with a giant sword on his hip or magic at his fingertips. âYour enemies, the Demons, are they the only ones I have to fight?â
âI wish it were so.â A weary look overcame the King. âOur land is surrounded by enemies. To the west, lay the Lipkons, who vie after our riches. Should we defeat them, Iâm sure their Queen will make a valuable concubine.â
âQueen Kelamine is a proud woman, unnatural through and through. Worry not though, pride makes for feisty bed warmers,â the servant remarked. Fury burns begins to warm his skin, and Peter thinks how satisfying it will be to smack this fucker.
âThey are a Matriarchy, the fools, so naturally they will be the easiest to fell.â The King rubs his chin thoughtfully.
âRight.â Peter agrees in pure habit alone. Strangely, this feels like dealing with an old customer, one who begins spewing the most ridiculous shit completely unprompted. He employes his usual coping method: a flat smile, a nod, and a dash of a desperate hope that heâll get through it without getting yelled at. Fuck, itâs so annoying. Heâd just finished with this shit not an hour ago, getting off a stupidly long shift with a line that just wouldnât end. Fuck this old man and fuck Chick-Fil-A.Â
âAnd then to the east, the dirty Halflings have made a kingdom of their own.â The King laughs like its a joke.
âA rabble of bandits more like, liege,â the servant says, âthey are nothing to worry about. Built out runaway slaves and illiterate bastards.â
âYes, we have nothing to fear from them,â the King agrees, âthe North is ours, thankfully. The Dukes in charge had rebelled some time ago, but we have reasserted our control. Their heir resides here with us, so hence, the Northern loyalty is secure. And of course, the South is rife with the Demon Empire. So, yes Hero, we are in desperate need of your help.â
âI understand.â Peter closes his eyes. Heâs cold, only standing on this balcony in his thin, red uniform. He hadnât even been able to walk through the door of his apartment before all this shit. Couldnât get iskeaied into a nice place, could he? Or any of the other kingdoms? Couldnât be the east, or the west, or even the Demons - he had to get the sexist slavers, smack dab in the middle of the continent. No chance to run, no place to go. What the fuck is his life. Â
âSo, Hero, will you take this challenge?â The King sounds confident, as if thereâs no world in wich Peter will say no.
Fuck you, let me go home bitch, Peter thinks viciously, resentment bubbling up because this never should have been his problem. This man doesnât even see him as a hero, just pawn in a really fucked up game. Kinda like Kaden, the power tripping bastard that thought being a manager of a round down fast food restaurant was equal to being god. Kaden only bothered to start acting nice when an audit came about. Fuck the King, fuck Kaden, and fuck Chick-fil-A.
âYouâre asking a lot of me.â Peter grits out as politely as he can. Damn it all, just let me go home.
âYou are right, what we ask of you is tremendous. But, know this, you were not summoned at random,â reverence emboldens the King Plebarinâs words, and Peter has to shove down the urge to scratch his face off, big fancy sword or not. âYou were brought here for your strength, inwards and outwards. You may not believe in yourself, but I believe I do. You will be the one to save us, Hero. I know it.â
Oh, Iâll do more than that. Peter nods, more to himself then the king. Resolve slowed his heart, quieting its rabbiting pace. Save you? Ha! Iâll be a hero, alright, just not yours.
âThank you, your Majesty,â Peter bowed, his righteous fury and determination filling his chest, âitâll be my pleasure.â
the king has a large problem. The hero that was summoned thinks slavery is "a bad thing" and women "should have rights"
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Just sitting here thinking about how Jack would usually fuck you nice and slow, praising you the entire time and putting your pleasure before his, but one night after a really tough loss where nothing went right for him and the team, he just loses it and immediately comes home to let out his frustrations on you. Manhandling you like a rag doll, spitting on you, yanking on your hair as hard as he can, and choking you until you see stars and you'd be loving every second of this version of Jack and he'd pick up on that, calling you degrading names and mocking you for being such a dirty fucking slut that he never knew about you
WARNING!: degradation, name calling, choking
the change of pace was surprising to you, but youâd be lying if you said it didnât unleash a new preference of yours. the commanding, harsh, and derogatory nature of the entire night is something you never expected from him, but damn if there wasnât a part of you eating it up.
from the second he got home you knew something was off. he slammed the door, threw his bag against the wall and stomped right over to you, wordlessly picking you up and carrying you to the shared bedroom. he threw you onto the bed, the large bounce you did causing your heart rate to spike.
âjack, honey, whatâs going on? i donât-â
âshut up. donât fucking talk to me,â he interrupts you, your mouth instantly snapping shut. the look in his eyes was like nothing you had ever seen before â wild and dark.
he starts removing his clothes, standing naked in front of you before you could even blink. not knowing what to do, you start removing your sweatshirt, slowly bringing the thick material up and over your head. jack stood watching you, an expectant look on his face.
âgod, can you go any fucking slower? hurry up. off. all of it, off,â he spits out as you start to grab your t-shirt, removing the fabric from your goose bump ridden body.
âfor the love of god, are you fucking helpless or something? i said hurry up,â jack raises his voice, reaching down to grip your ankles, pulling you towards him harshly. once youâre sitting at the end of the bed, he grabs your shoulders, forcing you to sit up. he rips the shirt the rest of the way off of your body, throwing it across the room.
he doesnât even attempt to unclasp the bra you hadnât taken off from running errands earlier. instead, he tugs the material so harshly you can feel the piercing sting on your sensitive skin, feeling the plastic clasps snap apart, rendering the undergarment useless as it falls from your chest.
a gasp falls from your mouth, but itâs lost in the grunt he lets out as he shoves your shoulders back down onto the bed, gripping the waist band of your leggings as he tugs them down â along with your underwear â in a singular movement.
ânow, was that so fucking hard?â he growls, pushing your ankles back up onto the bed, moving you away from the edge as he crawls onto the mattress with you.
youâre surprised at yourself, because not once during the entire interaction did you wish jack was his usual, soft and caring self. instead, you found every single harsh word and rough action traveling straight to your core. an unfamiliar warmth of arousal now stirring in your stomach as you watch him crawl towards you.
âup, on all fours, ass towards me,â he commands you, not waiting even a millisecond before grabbing your body and placing you into position himself. he starts caressing your ass, taking the soft flesh into his hands and kneading handfuls. âdonât even get it. donât even know all the shit that happened tonight, do you?â he talks, pinching and squeezing your skin even tighter.
âtell me, maybe i can-â you start to squeak out, but a harsh smack to your ass stops you. you involuntarily let out a sharp squeal, not expecting the action.
âwhen i say donât fucking talk to me, it means donât fucking talk to me,â jack rubs soothing circle around the red skin. âyou donât know what went on tonight. what coach said in the locker room after the game. what an embarrassment the whole team was tonight. the way the refs let us get our asses kicked all night long. so thereâs nothing you can say thatâll make me feel better, you understand?â
you nod, looking back at him over your shoulder, surprising yourself when you jut your ass out further towards him, all but asking for another smack. he smirks, gladly granting your request.
he raises his hand, bringing it down even harder than he had the first time, your whole body jolting forward at the impact. your yelp sounded almost like pleasure this time, your brain going in a million different directions.
ânow this? this makes me feel better. this makes me feel in control again. because i am, arenât i? iâm in control right now. because youâre just my own personal slut, here to use as i see fit,â his voice dropped a few octaves, gravelly and thick.
before you can even fully register his words, a moan slips past your lips. you feel yourself clenching around nothing, your cunt slick with desire at whatever this new persona is coming from him.
he slides a hand down towards your entrance, interested at how turned on you seem to be by all of this. when his long, slender finger swirls around the still clenching hole, he chuckles, amused at your current state.
âyou like this new side, huh? my sweet, innocent girl likes being called a slut and treated like some whore i picked up off the street, doesnât she?â itâs more of a statement than a question. another clench of your pussy answers his question, his finger nearly getting sucked right into your sex.
âtoo bad this isnât about you, isnât it?â he clicks his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head at you, even though you canât see him. âtonight is about me. making me feel better. in factâŠ.â he trails off, bringing his cold fingers up to start attacking your clit, rubbing so ferociously your arms holding you up nearly give out from the friction. ââŠyou canât come at all tonight,â his fingers suddenly drop, your labored breaths stopping altogether as his words register.
your head whips around to glare at him, but the second you have him in your sights, you feel his cock slam into you without warning. your body lurches forward so much your nose nearly smacks into the head board.
jack pulls out almost immediately, slamming back into you with quick, full thrusts. he grabs your hips, pulling them back with each movement to meet his thrusts.
he canât see your face, but your mouth is hung wide open in a silent scream, not being able to even think about anything but how you swear you can feel him in your stomach.
you finally let out a whimper at a particularly deep thrust, feeling one of his hands leave your hip to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. he keeps easing your head back, neck fully extended, so much so youâre now able to see his face hovering above you.
âcanât believe youâre this cock drunk already. barely even started, baby. not been a peep out of you, has there?â you want to shake your head, say something, moan, anything. but the angle of your neck prevents any of that, only allowing you to look at him with your wide, rolling eyes.
he can feel the familiar flutter of your walls, signaling your impending release. he releases your hair, but so abruptly that your face flies forward like a rubber band has snapped, chin smacking against your chest.
he pulls out, leaving you a whining, pathetic mess. he takes his arms and flips you over so youâre now on your back. taking one of your legs, he extends it up and rests your ankle on his shoulder. he stands on his knees in front of you, looking at you with anger and annoyance.
âtold you youâre not coming tonight. itâs about me, not you. itâs always about you, you greedy whore. you canât just let me have this one night, huh?â he literally spits at you. the silky string of saliva leaves his mouth, its trajectory landing right on your stomach, mixing with the sweat there. he watches the rapid rise and fall of your chest, noting the stiff nature of your nipples.
as if heâs in a trance, he brings a hand up fully slapping one breast, watching it fly over and smack the other. then repeating the action with the opposite breast.
you jolt again, whining out a high pitched moan at the feeling of your heavy tits being smacked around. he smirks down at you, repeating the action a few times, each smack harder than the previous.
once he decides heâs had his fill of playing with your tits, he trails his hand down your stomach, swirling and smearing his spit around your skin. when his gaze falls back onto your glistening cunt, he snaps back into his previous task, smirking before once again, ramming into you without caution.
thrust after thrust, he can feel himself reaching the edge, moving in and out of you with ease, watching your eyes roll into the back of your head. there was one thing, however, he wanted to test before he let himself go.
he brings a hand up towards your face, running a finger from your temple to your chin, watching you. he brings his hand to rest on the side of your throat, thumb rubbing up and down the center. âdâya trust me?â he whispers to you, typical, soft jack making an appearance.
you nod at him eagerly, assuring him you trust him, wholly and completely. you risk breaking the rules, a small âalwaysâ leaving your lips. he looks at you with love in his eyes, but you watch as they switch, once again showing the wildness youâve grown to like tonight.
he moves his hand slightly so his whole hands covers your throat, and he squeezes. hard.
you sputter and wheeze, eyes wide at how much pressure heâs applying, not even easing into it. but youâre not scared. if anything, the pressure building in your head is dizzying, adding to every sensation coursing through your body.
he doesnât stop, squeezing tighter by the second. just as heâs about to let up, worrying heâs gone too far, he feels that flutter from your core once again. his sign youâre enjoying this far more than he ever thought you would. he holds his grip for a few moments longer.
youâre starting to see stars in the edges of your vision, but youâre so turned on you never want it to end. with a final, small caress of the side of your neck with his thumb, he lets go. you suck in air, actually a little worried he might have left a mark once you gain your wits about you again.
the whole time, he never stopped rutting his hips into yours, thrusts growing sloppier by the second. he leans forward and lines his mouth up to hover above your breasts, collecting a mouth full of saliva and letting it fall from his lips onto your full, bouncing breasts. and again on your chest. and your stomach. and where his dick is sliding in and out of you. then he moves back up your body, taking a hand and parting your lips, watching his foamy spit land right into your open mouth. the fluid drips right into the back of your throat.
watching you early swallow his spit, then opening your mouth and begging for more, is what does him in. he feels the band about to snap, so he pulls out of you, drops your leg from his shoulder, and moves to straddle right over your stomach.
he strokes himself a few more times, then aims his release to fall in a sticky mess all over your spit covered tits, watching the milky substance roll and drip over the fleshy mounds. he strokes himself until the sensitivity takes over, slumping down, but careful not to put all of his body weight on you.
you wiggle and writhe beneath him, trying your hardest to reach a hand down to your pulsing center, needing now more than ever to reach your own release.
jack feels what youâre trying to do, and grabs your hands, trapping them both above your head.
âwhat did i tell you earlier, you dumb slut?â heâs clearly not done with being an ass just yet. âonly i get to come tonight. and i did. so now youâre gonna go clean yourself up, come back to bed, naked, and if you can behave for the rest of the night, you might get to wake up to something nice,â he bends down to place a chaste kiss to your lips, releasing your hands and moving to sit beside of you.
you sit up and start to get off of the bed. once youâre stood fully, jack takes the opportunity to reach over and smack your bare ass again, smirking at you when your head whips around to look at him.
âhurry up, i may be pissed tonight, but now that i got all of that out of my system, i want to cuddle,â he tells you, his tone back to your normal jack, but eyes still wild as ever.
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â(Y/N)!â Your Orc called out into the darkness.
It had been hours since youâd left the camp. Youâd said you had needed some fresh air, after spending all day running back and forth from one tent to the next.
This wasnât your fault, the whole camp had been forced to stay in their tents due to a bad outbreak of food poisoning. Maybe something wasnât cooked right, or maybe someone had brought in a diseased animal carcass unknowingly and fed it to the whole camp on accident, no one really knows how it began.
Nor did it really matter as about seventy percent of the Orcs had fallen ill, and now had to remain bed bound until they got better.
One of the lucky few who hadnât suffered, was you.
Your boyfriend found it sweet how you so quickly jumped to help the other Orcs around the camp. âWell, itâs the least I can do,â you had told him when he voiced this to you. âItâs not like I do anything else around the camp other than help in the kitchens and prepare supplies for hunting runs.â
âThat, is already a lot my love.â Heâd pointed out.
âWell I canât just sit around and watch other Orcs suffer!â
Your boyfriend had too, been unaffected by whatever had happened to the rest of the camp â given that he was a rare kind of Orc, who was a vegetarian â and thus solidified the theory that there was something wrong with the meat that had been brought in.
The remaining Orcs standing had tossed out all the remaining protein that they had hunted over the past few weeks and burned it all to prevent anyone else from consuming it.
Apart from the smell of burning meat, the other sickly smells that came along with food poisoning was suffocating.
Your Orc awed at your ability to remain so composed in the face of such gross things like vomit.
But obviously, there would come a breaking point. And today, it had.
You had stalked back into your shared tent, thrown aside your stained apron that youâd used as a guard against any unwanted bodily fluids and stalked out of the tent.
âWhere are you going?!â He called out to you, watching you storm to the camp entrance.
âIâm going for a walk! Itâs the third time Iâve been sick on today!â
âAhâŠâ As you vanished into the surrounding woods, your Orc thought that he too, would want to go on a long walk after being thrown up on that many times.
So, for the rest of the day, he took over your duties as nurse.
A lot of the sick Orcs complained about his bedside manner, saying that he wasnât nearly as nice as you were, but he ignored them and did the best he could to tend to their needs, bring them water to drink â forced those who refused it and demanded something stronger â and do anything else that the camp needed doing in absence of hands.
But, as the day had dragged on, your Orc began to wonder where you had gone. Of course, you needed some time alone. It canât be nice being around grumpy sick Orcs all day⊠but usually, after about an hour youâd come back and help out however you could.
By the time the night had settled in, your Orc decided to go out and look for you.
A few other Orcs who had tended to the main duties at camp told your boyfriend that theyâd keep an eye on the others while he went to go and look for you. âOh and look for Ruak too,â he was asked by one of the main hunting Orcs. âHe went out to go and find herbs to soothe the others stomach cramps, but he hasnât come back yet either.â
âGot it.â And so, here he was now. In the middle of the forest that surrounded the camp, looking for an Orc and a human woman.
Torch in hand, your Orc held it high above his head, squinting into the forest. â(Y/N)!? Can you hear me!?â His voice rang through the forest, with no response coming back to him. Cupping his hand around his mouth, he bellowed. âRuak!?â
Your Orc placed a hand on his hip and sighed, annoyed. Where could you have gone? You never wandered far from the camp, you knew it wasnât safe to do so.
A creeping dread washed over your boyfriend as he continued through the woods. There was always a possibility that a someone of a less forgiving nature had come by and done something to you, and possibly Ruak too.
He shook his head, no, thereâs no way that would happen. Both of you were good at making quick escapes and-
âOuch! That hurt!â
âSorry, itâll only hurt a little bit longer. You can do this (Y/N).â
Your Orc stopped in his tracks, listening out for more of an indication where your voices could be coming from.
âBut it really hurts, I donât think I can cope with it!â Your voice sounded pained, afraid.
âYouâll be fine. Youâve been tending to sick Orcs all day, you can cope with this too.â Ruakâs voice assured.
Your Orcâs heart sank. He took off in the direction where your voices were coming from. Heart thundering in his ears, he turned past some shrubbery, and there you two were.
Your ankle was propped up by Ruak, who was twisting your ankle around, like he was massaging it. Your back was pressed against a tree, where you were gripped onto itâs exposed roots.
Fury rushed through him. Dropping the torch, your Orc ran over and tackled Ruak away from you. âWhat the hell are you doing?!â He shouted at him.
âHey!â You shouted, âhe didnât do anything!â
Your Orc, who had now put Ruak in a headlock, looked at you with a glare. âOh? So, what was that just happening then, huh?!â
âI sprained my ankle.â You deadpanned. âI was worried Iâd done something worse to it, when Ruak came by and offered to help me splint it before he took me back to camp.â
âWhat?â He released Ruak from the headlock, the other Orc collapsing to the ground and gasping for air.
Beside you, was an open leather first aid kit, a bandage laid unravelled and ready to use, a stick beside it.
âO-Oh,â heat flushed your boyfriends face as Ruak finally regained his breath and massaged his throat. âSorry, Ruak.â
Ruak shot him a glare, but shook his head. âNo, itâs fine. If I saw the same thing without context, Iâd probably snap the Orcâs neck who dared lay a hand on my partner.â The other Orc rolled his head side to side, âremind me never to piss you off. Now youâre here, care to help me with this?â
Sheepishly, your boyfriend nodded. âY-Yeah, sure.â
After carefully supporting your ankle and determining that your injury wasnât anything worse than a sprain, Ruak went ahead to the camp to prepare a place for you to rest, while your Orc had scooped you up into a bridal carry.
âYou didnât seriously think we were going sleep together, did you?â You asked, frowning at your boyfriend.
He looked away from you, not making eye contact. âI dunno⊠todayâs been a lot.â Between trying to make Orcs stay hydrated and having to fight them to eat and help them keep their food down, his mind was a mess.
There was a fear in the back of his mind that maybe youâd just had enough of taking care of the camp and wanted to blow off some steam and since he was busy taking care of the sick OrcsâŠ
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to assume that.â He said, looking at you.
âYou know Iâd never do something to you like that, right?â You reassured him. âEver.â
Your Orc nodded, pressing his forehead to yours. âI know, and Iâd never do that to you either.â
Guilt washed over him. How could he assume youâd do that to him? Youâre one of the most conscientious people heâs ever met.
After a moments silence, you spoke again, âyou know this means youâre also going to have to take care of the others now, right? Since my ankles, yâknow, sprained.â
Your Orc let out a groan. âOh God, please no.â
You chuckled, âthink of it as penance for thinking Iâd cheat on you.â
Sighing, he nodded, âyeah, alright. Iâm sorry again.â
âI know. Câmon letâs get back and see how the others are doing.â
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A Strange Guy
Viktor x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 5k
Chapter Summary: Jayce needs to go to Undercity for certain materials if he wants to continue his secret project. Which ends up taking him to the only crazy person who take risks to take him. You. Even if it ends up getting you into more serious problems than street fights.
Series: The Path of Zaun
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N/A: English is not my first language, feel free to correct me in the comments and I'll update it. Remember share if you liked it.
KnockâŠKnockâŠKnock
The knocking on the door started softly, like the sound of a drop on wood, almost imperceptible to your ears. The cold air of Piltover came through the window, clean air, so pure that even after so many years your lungs were still not used to it. In undercity you were used to the heavy, dry air, the damp, sticky streets, but above all, dark, where the sun was barely a mirage and everything was ruled by shadows. In the great city of progress everything was full of unusual energy, each piece destined to move with millimetric precision, full of light even at night.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The knocking became louder, making the beams of your very humble bedroom at the academy vibrate. It was not how you had thought you would end up. A small apartment, so old that you thought maybe Professor Heirmerdinger himself lived there when it was just new, but you couldn't expect anything less, without a last name to bear or a sponsor watching your back it was all you had, and still it was better than having nothing like in undercity.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
You woke up with a start, your back creaking as you stood up from the chair and stretched. Some of your notes were stuck to your face and the ink had been ruined by your drool. You were a complete mess right now, but who would come to your room at this hour? The clock read 2:36 AM. You ran your hands over your face trying to help you wake up and tear the papers off your face.
You walked as best you could to the door, tripping over everything in your way. You swung the door open, through the shadows of the night and your irritated eyes, you focused on a tall, burly man standing in front of you.
âWhat do you want?â you asked. You werenât in the mood for whatever that guy needed, besides only one person in the world had the right to visit you in the middle of the night and it definitely wasnât him.
âAre you Y/N?â he seemed quite nervous, playing with his fingers and avoiding eye contact with you.
You refrained from answering for a moment, if this was some kind of joke from your classmates they would pay dearly for waking you up at this hour. âWhoâs asking?â
The boy didnât seem to expect that answer but he answered as quickly as he could, as if he was holding back from spitting out a wave of words.
âJayce Talisâ
I think the raised eyebrow on your face gave him the message that you had no idea who the hell he was, maybe thatâs why he seemed embarrassed.
âMhmm, and what is Jayce Talis doing knocking on my door?â You leaned back against the door with your arms crossed. âI donât think youâre coming here just to introduce yourself.â
The boy cleared his throat, as if he was gaining courage to be more firm in his way of speaking.
âYouâre from undercity, right?â
âYou got it, congratulations.â I joked, giving him a sarcastic, slow applause.
You snapped your fingers in front of him when you caught him looking behind you. âWhat do you need?â
The academy was very clear about where they wanted to invest the funds they received. The biology faculty was one of the last places on their priority list. It had been years since any of the projects proposed by their students had borne fruit or even been promising. This was the reason why you fell asleep on your desk that night, working on your own project.
âI need you to take me there.â
Your eyes widened before bursting into a loud laugh.
âYou? In undercity? Are you crazy?â Youâll be eaten alive.â You tried to stop laughing when the boyâs brow furrowed in disgust, but you couldnât imagine a guy like him, so well dressed in a place like your home.
The light of a flashlight at the end of the hallway caught both of your attention, your laughter had attracted a police officer who was making rounds in the academy.
âI donât think you should be here, Jayce Talisâ you smiled, ready to close the door and have someone else take care of him.
The man clenched his jaw and clenched his fists, he was annoyed, not at all pleased with you playing with him, the police officerâs increasingly closer steps left them little time to act.
âHey!â you shouted when the man pushed you aside and snuck into your room, closing the door behind him.
You didnât say anything when the police officerâs flashlight stopped in front of your door a few seconds before continuing his rounds. The academy was very strict about students in the hallways, their strategy had been foolish and risky. You could scream, alert the police about himâŠbut you wouldnât, because then you would bear the brunt of the possible punishment.
âWhat is all this?â he asked, moving from the door to walk curiously around the small living room.
Behind your back, what you had tried to hide from him, was your small private laboratory. The desk was overflowing without space, filled with papers and notebooks in total disarray, one of the walls was completely covered with terrariums, large ones with flowers that possibly no one in Piltover had ever seen before. A sight for someone so curious to Jayce.
âItâs none of your businessâ you replied, there was no way to excuse the sight, it was just what it seemed. You let yourself fall on the couch reluctantly.
He smiled maliciously âMaybe not, but I bet Professor Heimerdinger didâ
Your body rose as if a spring from the couch had lifted it, you grabbed one of the books on the nightstand, the thickest one and threw it in his direction, with such good luck that you managed to hit him directly in the forehead.
âIf you say anything Iâll kill you!â you screamed while trying to keep your composure and relax your agitated breathing.
He didnât scream in pain, although you were sure he would have if it werenât for the fact that the policeman would have surely heard him and wellâŠit was the female student wing âCrazyâŠâ he sighed while touching his forehead with his fingers, luckily there was no blood. He took the chair from your desk and turned it to sit in front of you, with a grimace you dropped back down onto the couch. âLetâs make a deal.â
You had no other choice so you just nodded.
âTake me to undercity and Heimerdinger will never know about⊠whatever you do here.â he said as he pointed at the terrariums.
âTheyâre toxin purifiersâŠâ you muttered under your breath. You werenât happy that they treated your job like a simple childâs game.
âWhat?â
âTheyâre plants that purify the air and earth of toxins, Iâm trying to make them work on a large scale.â
âIâve never seen that kind of plants,â he exclaimed, and it made sense, they were rare and it had been extremely difficult for you to find them, they glowed in the dark, some with leaves that seemed to move like tentacles, others gave the image of a skull.
You let out a small, egotistical and proud smile. âOf course not. They are plants from undercityâ
âHow did you get them?â he asked, standing up and bringing his hand closer to the glass of one of the terrariums.
âWhat do you think?â you walked towards him as soon as you saw him approach the terrarium, you had been working on this project for years and you werenât going to let any of his imprudences ruin it.
He rolled his eyes, you werenât being easy to deal with, not that you wanted to be. He let out a small growl before turning around to glare at you.
âAre you always this charming?â
âOnly with those who enter my room without permission.â You forced a smile.
He sighed again, massaging his temples in frustration.
âLetâs stop playing games, take me to undercity tonight and no one will know about your research. Period.â He crossed his arms, seeming very determined to continue with this crazy idea.
You thought of some way to dissuade him from that, but he seemed too sure and perhaps too desperate for you to convince him. There weren't many undercity students in the academy, you could count them on the fingers of one hand and you would have fingers left over, but you supposed that no one was crazy enough to go down again after all the comforts that the academy offered.
âWhy do you want to go?â You asked, giving up, after all if it was something simple you could do it, otherwise you would hit his head with something and leave him in the main hallway so it would seem like it was just a bad dream.
âIt's none of your businessâ he replied, almost in the same tone that you spoke to him.
âYou already stuck your nose in my business, it's only fair that I do the same.â He also sighed and sat back down in the chair.
Both of you were realizing that their pride would only lead them to an ego fight until dawn and neither of them were comfortable with something like that.
âI need some machinery partsâŠâ he said, obviously not wanting to reveal too much and biting his tongue to avoid accidentally saying anything too much.
âMachinery parts? You could get that at any market here.â you snorted, finding it ridiculous that he wanted to go down for something he could get in much better condition in Piltover.
âThey are specific parts, I couldnât get them here without raising suspicionsâ he mentioned, taking a notebook out of his vest.
You hadnât noticed that he had something inside his clothes, it made your hair stand on end to think that it could have been a weapon and you hadnât noticed. You swept those paranoid thoughts from your mind to continue listening to him.
âShow me and Iâll tell you where to get itâ you walked slowly behind him, leaning an elbow to rest your face on his shoulder, he winced but you didnât care.
He opened the book to one of the bookmarks, very clever of him, so you wouldn't take a quick look at the rest, on the page there were very specific tools and materials, and you knew that things like that wouldn't be easy to get in the (in your opinion) very basic markets of Piltover, if he said to make them on his own, it would attract the attention of the teaching staff and since this boy had sought you out, that was probably the last thing he wanted.
You looked at the notebook for a moment, hoping to see something that would give you a clue about what he was up to. âYou sign every page? A bit of an egotistical on your part.â He just rolled his eyes, but you noticed that he tried to cover his name on the page with his thumb. âDo you have money to pay for something like that? Things arenât cheap downstairs,â you mentioned, letting your face fall on his shoulder.
âWill this be enough?â he asked, leaving in the coffe table a bag of considerable size with gold coins.
You let out a small giggle. âIf youâre not easy to scam, I suppose this is enough.â
âSo, do you accept?â He turned his head in surprise, getting too close to yours, both of you moving away from each other as if you were leprosy.
You thought about it for a few minutes, it seemed like something not too difficult to do, go get some gadgets and come back, it didnât seem that difficult. It would be easy.
âOkay, deal.â You extended your hand to him, who didnât hesitate to close the deal with a smile.
âSo⊠are we going now?â he asked, like an excited child going on a trip for the first time.
You looked him up and down very critically, everything screamed Piltover boy.
âNot with those clothes.â
âWhatâs wrong with my clothes?â he asked, looking at himself for any wardrobe flaws.
âDo you want to be stripped? If you come thereâs dressing like that, forget about getting anything.â You crossed your arms, thinking of something that might work, you didnât think he had a change of clothes in his vest.
âDo you have any ideas?â
An invisible lightbulb lit up above your head, accompanied by a mischievous smile that chilled his blood. âI think soâŠâ
âI hate you.â Jayce exclaimed. If looks could kill your body would be unrecognizable.
âWho goes on an undercity with gold details on their clothes?â you quickly replied with a murmur. It wouldnât be wise for any police to see them right now.
âCouldnât you get something better?â he stretched the tight collar of the shirt that clearly wasnât his size.
âThe janitorâs clothes are fine, donât complain.â You poked your head out of one of the alleys. âA cop is coming. Against the wall.â
For once he heard you, it was funny to see him stick to the wall, a little more force and he would go through it. You did the same, clearly with more class than him. It had been a long time since you had worn those clothes, you had buried them in the back of your closet in the hopes of never wearing them again but somehow it was the most comfortable you had been in a long time.
In Jayceâs case you couldnât say the same, he looked like a cake in the wrong mold, the poor janitorâs uniform barely fit him, the buttons were trying their best not to jump out of the buttonholes of the shirt, you didnât even try with the shoes, they were too small so you just limited yourself to putting tape on the gold details and making him step in every mud puddle on the way to the bridge.
When the policeman walked away, far enough so that he wouldnât hear you, you motioned for him to follow you, both of you successfully sneaking to the end.
âThis place isnât so badâ he said as you walked through the streets of the surface.
âThis isnât undercityâ you mentioned, giving him a quick glance before quickening your pace and tightening your grip on the backpack on your shoulders.
âWhat are you talking about?â he asked, as if he didnât expect that answer from you. Somehow that irritated you.
Going back to that place simply awakened a huge irritation inside you, you couldn't control it, it was the part of you that kept you alive all that time. Both arrived in front of an old establishment in ruins, next to a dark precipice.
âDo you want the easy way or the interesting way?â you adjusted your backpack and began to stretch all the dormant muscles in your body.
âWhich is the interesting one?â He asked, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets when you pointed with your head to the precipice âThe easy one, definitely the easy oneâ he quickly said.
You sighed, you had definitely liked the idea of ââjumping on roofs and sliding down pipes with the minimum of safety.
âAs you wish princessâ without warning you entered the place, at the back was the elevator â I was thinking of giving you the panoramic view tourâ
Jayce ran after you, as soon as he set foot inside you turned on the elevator and with the sound of old mechanism working you warned them that they were descending.
The sight in front of Jayce left him with his mouth open. The view only gave an industrial and decaying place, in the darkness the only touch of light were the saturated neon signs of some stores, he was surprised how they were still standing, above them rose buildings more similar to the architecture of Piltover, only a few could afford that luxury, as they went down the air became heavier and more humid with different smells that he preferred not to think about too much, he knew that the path would not be easy when you hid a knife in your pocket.
âJust in caseâ you told him. It's not like he would be of support if they found themselves in crossfire but at least it would be enough to keep away a few addicts and minor criminals.
The elevator soon filled with people and Jayce felt you press your back against his body to make him crash into the wall, you didn't look at him, nor did you apologize, it was what you were used to doing and he seemed to understand it well.
Each inhabitant had a unique style, crazy and anti-gravity hairstyles, old clothes or with patches everywhere, some with prosthetics made to make them look more intimidating than to take care of their health.
Going down you took his hand and pushed him through all the people in the elevator, you received some insults but you wisely ignored them.
Returning gave you back the feeling of hopelessness you used to live with, remembering all the time you were fighting to survive at all costs. Every inhabitant of undercity was resilient, refusing to let themselves die, clinging to life and the dream of something better with nails and teeth.
You shook your head to clear away that fog of thoughts, you weren't here to go back to the streets, you were here for work. Both of you walked in silence a few more blocks, loud and noisy music could be heard coming from most of the premises.
âKeep your eyes forwardâ you told him when you caught him looking at a modified weapon in the hands of a thug with an unfriendly face.
He listened to you, like a punished puppy he looked at the ground and let himself be guided to a small and lonely alley where they barely change.
âWhy are we stopping?â he asked, he seemed somewhat worried. Sure two academy students caught trying to buy contraband in undercity deserved a considerable punishment if they were caught, but to be honest it was the least of the problems they could face right now.
âShow me what you need to finish this quickly.â He quickly pulled out his notebook in the correct bookmark, it was definitely things he could get here. You examined the sheets for a few moments before rushing over and tearing one of them off.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?!â he yelled at you, pulling the notebook away from you and putting it back. You didnât need to see his face to know he was very upset about it, the way his voice sounded and the heaving movement of his chest made it very clear to you.
âIâll give it back to you later, donât yell, we canât go together or weâll attract trouble.â After all, you were the expert here. âSee the beech store?â you pointed with your index finger, there was a white-haired boy cleaning the glass of the entrance.
âThe one that says Benzoâs?â Jayce asked, you just nodded.
âGo to that store and look for the rest of the stuff, itâs like a premium junk store.â
âWhat are you going to do?â he asked as he saw you putting on some goggles that were previously hanging from your backpack.
âI going to get the rest. I'll give you 30 minutes, if you're not out of the store by then you'll be back upstairs alone.â You pulled up your shirt collar to cover your nose. âDon't let them rip you off.â Giving him a friendly punch on the shoulder you ran off until you were lost among the people.
âWait, you don't have any money!â Jayce shouted your name but the sound was swallowed up by the noise of the people, he had no choice but to trust that you would come back. Resigned, he walked as fast as possible to the store you had indicated, as soon as he entered he was already amazed.
He was greeted by a small child with white hair, who watched him from the counter, following him with his eyes wherever he went.
âCan I touch something?â Jayce asked, in other cases he would have expected the arrival of an adult but his minutes were numbered.
âOnly the ones you plan to buy.â The child answered suspiciously while playing with a wrench on the counter. He was almost sure he used the same tone of voice that you used with him all this time.
âOkayâŠâ Jayce shrugged as he looked at all the artifacts carefully to know which one to take âItâs all stolen?â he said to himself.
âStolen is a very big word, letâs say they were bought without permissionâ The boy appeared at his side as if by magic âBuy something or leaveâ the boy crossed his arms in front of him.
Jayce sighed and began to take things and put them on the counter, at first with some laziness and before he knew it he already had a considerable mountain of things and was going for more.
âWhy do you need so many things sir?â the boy asked as he noticed how the mountain of things grew and grew.
âIâm going to do something revolutionaryâ Jayce said proudly, if everything went well it would change everyoneâs lives forever.
The boy nodded curiously, he was willing to ask more questions until his curiosity was satisfied but the bag of gold coins caught his eye the instant it was placed on the counter.
âHow much would everything cost?â asked Jayce.
The smile on the boy's face was big and malicious. "This would be enough." He quickly grabbed the bag of money and put it under the counter before his naive buyer could complain or change his mind. Jayce was more than satisfied with everything he had acquired, his mind was already plotting how he would put it all to work. He looked at the old and strange clock on the wall of the store. He still had a few minutes of free time before you arrived.
"Waiting for someone, sir?" the boy asked, playing with a gold coin between his fingers.
"Yes," Jayce replied, his gaze fixed on the door, waiting for you to enter at any second.
"What's all that noise?" Jayce asked as he heard screams and moans of pain from outside the store, as well as a huge commotion among the people walking by.
"Some idiot caused a fight." The boy seemed too used to situations like that. He got off the counter stool and approached the door, ready to put up the closed sign.
His hand only stretched a little before returning to his body at a surprising speed. The door ended up swung wide open, cracking glass and wood alike, a hooded figure dropped to the ground, trying to catch his breath.
âPut⊠everything in the bag⊠we have to go⊠Now!â you got up from the ground, taking off your goggles.
âThereâs the idiot.â the boy calmly returned behind the counter.
âWhat the fuck did you do?â Jayce asked as you carelessly threw all of his recent purchases into the backpack and threw it into his arms. âWhat do I do with this?â your adrenaline began to spread to him, you didnât have to say anything to him as he adjusted his backpack himself.
âI pissed off the wrong people, we have to get out of hereâ He grabbed your hand tightly, something that made you scream in pain, you didnât have enough adrenaline to not feel that your wrist was really hurt. Both of you left the store and ran, you could still hear them shouting your name, it seemed impossible to lose them.
âHow are we going to get out of here?â Jayce pushed you into a small alley, both of you too exhausted to take another step, but your pursuers didnât seem tired at all and they were getting closer and closer.
âYouâre getting out of here. Wait for me at the end of the bridge, Iâll lose them.â You let go of his hand before he could stop you. With shouts and exaggerated gestures you managed to get them to follow you. âHey! Finn! Youâre falling behind!â you shouted and said goodbye to Jayce with a wink.
It wasnât hard to lose them alone, yes of course, they were thugs with guns but you knew Finn well, the last thing he would want is for a bullet to go through his former âtreasureâ. You had run into him while you were walking through the market, taking some things from here and there, just what you thought Jayce might need, you can confess, you got distracted in the food area but who could judge you? It's been years since you tried something homemade. You ended up wandering until you reached the limit between the market and the red light district, there was your limit but there was also him. His eyes were fixed on you like arrows, you tried to calm down as he approached to greet you, you weren't friends, not even good acquaintances, if it were up to you you would erase him from your mind forever. When he got closer, that's when you punched him in the golden jaw and ran away, obviously it didn't take long for him to send his bitches after you.
Getting into that kind of trouble wasn't in your plans, you cursed yourself for having let yourself be guided by nostalgia and curiosity, that shouldn't happen again.
âCome on Y/N, is this how you treat an old client?â Finnâs voice echoed in the desolate street, his thugs had disappeared from your sight but they had to be close, never too far from their master.
You remained silent, it would be foolish to answer him and give away your location while you looked for a way out of there, the cliff you had mentioned to Jayce was close, if you managed to jump over it you could use one of the huge pipes to get out of there and knowing Finn he was too cowardly to follow you there.
You came out of your hiding place with the objective you plain in your mind. A huge hand grabbed you by the hair and slammed you against the wall, your thoughts scrambled a little from the blow, you were dropped to the ground full of broken glass. You tried to stand up as best you could but the small glass stuck in your skin and small rivers of blood dripped from your fingers.
âArenât you saying hello to an old friend?â Finn asked, placing his gun under his jaw, as if he were talking to a pet, forcing you to stand up.
âYou're not my friend,â you spat the words in his face, he didn't seem to like it very much.
âYouâre rightâŠI was much more than that for youâ his hands grabbed your thighs and forced you to hug his hips with your legs . âYou still rememberâ He dropped the gun to the ground and quickly caught your wrists with his hand.
The feeling of having his body close to yours was too unpleasant. He made a gesture with his face and his thugs left, you rolled your eyes, hitting your head against the wall, but this time you felt higher than just the wall. You surreptitiously looked up, some rusty fire escapes were above you like a blessing.
A smile settled on your âperfectâ face, you let your legs climb up Finnâs body until his face was between your legs and although your hands were trapped you managed to stretch enough to hold the first bar surreptitiously.
âHoneyâŠyou know I donât do thatâ Finn replied with that stupid and pitiful tone that imitated flirting.
âBut I do.â
Before the idiot realized it, your feet were on his shoulders, staining his expensive shirt with dirt, using him to push yourself up and make you touch the last bar of the emergency staircase, getting him to let go of your hands wasnât difficult, you just hit them against the rusty metal, with the brief moment of freedom you used a bar to balance yourself and push yourself to a more comfortable position until you climbed up and reached the top. Finn tried to follow you but with a couple of kicks the ladder basically crumbled, creating an ideal distance between the two of you.
âBye Finnâ you didnât stay to hear the answer, you ran as fast as you could before they found a way to follow you.
You ran in the darkness with blind faith that you wouldnât fall, a dim light indicated that you were approaching the precipice and the sound of pipes greeted you, without hesitating for a second you jumped. It was easy to land on them, they were giants, while you ran back to Piltover you managed to see Finn and his thugs on the edge of the cliff, he wasn't happy at all but that wasn't your problem.
When you got to Jayce he seemed totally nervous and worried, he had dodged a few guards and was afraid that they would have caught you.
âDid you lose them?â He asked just to confirm.
You just raised your thumb, giving a long sigh âJob doneâ
Jayce sighed just like a worried mother would and both began to walk, this time calmer, without haste and better yet without pursuers.
âSo⊠this is your house?â You asked when both stopped in front of a nice apartment complex in the academic district.
âYes⊠umm, thanks for tonight. Without you I wouldn't have been able to get any of thisâ Jayce shook his backpack a little âI'll give it back to you tomorrowâ
âDon't worryâŠâ you turned to leave but a mischievous smile crossed your face âI promise that next time we go I won't get into troubleâ
Jayce let out a genuine laugh âProve itâ
Your response was to laugh with him, while you let yourself be absorbed by the early morning mist until you finally disappeared from sight.
That morning, before going to the academy, Jayce opened the door to his balcony while sipping his morning coffee, only to find a small ribbon of stars and beneath it the page you had torn out of his notebook.
N/A: For the person who sent me a one-shot request⊠You could be more specific, my brain is a bit slow and I didn't understand the request đ
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The funny thing about Jesus shipping is it literally drops us into about 2000 years of Biblical interpretation. Which disciple we pick is an exegesis/headcanon. And, in the most literal sense, it even depends on what texts we decide to count as canon.
Like, if we want to focus on John, we have to note that John is the only gospel that uses "beloved disciple" in the first place. So our source for John is... John.
And obviously "'The Gospel of X' says that X is the most important disciple" is the best fun you can have.
That's why I use "The Gospel of Judas" (c. 2nd-century CE) as my canon, even though it's Gnostic fuckery. tbh I think the "kiss" is the least compelling bit of J/J, because the anachronism of reading anything into that kiss makes it the weakest bullet point in the Jesus/Judas Shipper Manifesto. And the idea of Judas as a zealot is pretty indefensible unless we're just having fun (and we are).
Peter sources are all from the Synoptic Gospels (the oldest Gospels, in chronological order: Mark, Matthew, Luke). We can cherry pick gospels for shipping, but let's be real... Synoptics have Word of God energy lol. We kinda have to concede first place to Peter and then squabble (in good fun) about every other spot on the podium. Peter sure did deny Jesus three times but hey, he didn't betray him to his death.
(Long post, I decided to ramble. Just for my own amusement. Because this was my undergrad degree.)
Judas:
"The Gospel of Judas" is probably the ur-source for Jesus/Judas girlies and I just gotta infodump. Is it canonical to any Christian tradition? No, itâs docetist tomfoolery. But it's a really fun text to pull in because, as you'd expect from "The Gospel of Judas," Judas is Jesus' specialist little disciple:
(Jesus said to the disciples) â[Let] any one of you who is [strong enough] among human beings bring out the perfect human and stand before my face.â They all said, âWe have the strength.â But their spirits did not dare to stand before [him], except for Judas Iscariot. He was able to stand before him, but he could not look him in the eyes, and he turned his face away.
You get Jesus selecting Judas as the only one who was worthy while also being enigmatic and fucking off when Judas asks questions:
Knowing that Judas was reflecting upon something that was exalted, Jesus said to him, âStep away from the others and I shall tell you the mysteries of the kingdom. It is possible for you to reach it, but you will grieve a great deal. For someone else will replace you, in order that the twelve [disciples] may again come to completion with their god.â Judas said to him, âWhen will you tell me these things, and [when] will the great day of light dawn for the generation?â But when he said this, Jesus left him.
You also get an enigmatic nickname and weird lovingly condescending divinity:
Judas said, âMaster, as you have listened to all of them, now also listen to me. For I have seen a great vision.â When Jesus heard this, he laughed and said to him, âYou thirteenth spirit, why do you try so hard? But speak up, and I shall bear with you.â
And we canât emphasise enough that while Judas is special and the only one Jesus confides the truth in, Jesus tells him heâll be reviled pretty much until the End Times. Poor little meow meow Judas:
When he heard this, Judas said to him, âWhat good is it that I have received it? For you have set me apart for that generation.â Jesus answered and said, âYou will become the thirteenth, and you will be cursed by the other generationsâand you will come to rule over them. In the last days they will curse your ascent to the holy [generation].â
And although The Last Temptation of Christ was written well before we found the Gospel of Judas, we get the same dynamic where Jesus and Judas both know beforehand that Judas will enable Jesusâ sacrifice, which has a tragic weird intimacy about it:
âBut you will exceed all of them. For you will sacrifice the man that clothes me.â
This bit really almost reads like fanfic already:
âLook, you have been told everything. Lift up your eyes and look at the cloud and the light within it and the stars surrounding it. The star that leads the way is your star.â
Speaking of The Last Temptation of Christ, I personally find it to be a better, weirder J/J source than "Jesus Christ Superstar." Not least because it tries to reconcile the gospels the most of I've seen in any other piece of media. Side note: When I say "reconcile," I mean narratively dealing with contradictions. E.g., how Nativity plays put both magi (Matthew) and shepherds (Luke) in the same story.
And "The Last Temptation of Christ" film adaptation really brings in the unsettling chaotic energy that I think a story about an incarnate deity destined to die requires. Apart from "Goncharov," it's my favourite Scorsese:
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John:
If we ditch the Synoptic gospels and focus on John, of course John will give us John as the "disciple whom Jesus loved," since John is the only gospel that uses that term. And John is the best-written gospel, hands-down, so it's just a winner of a text.
Though, just to clarify for anyone who might have misread what OP said: the word "philtatos" is not in the Bible. The closest concept is the "ho mathÄtÄs hon ÄgapÄ ho IÄsous"/"disciple whom Jesus loved" term that the John author invented to describe John. And since John is the last of the canonical Gospels, it would be absolutely bugfuck crazy Dan-Brownery to make historical claims. But I hope Jesus/John shippers are out there pulling in the Apocryphon of John just because the opening is pretty poignant. And obviously John 13:23 with John leaning on Jesus' chest is tremendously good.
Peter:
For Peter, I feel like having the Synoptics backing up your ship will always give the superior claim to, uh, your ship being canon. But the full bit of Matt 26:33-35 kinda ruins my fun:
Peter replied, âEven if all fall away on account of you, I never will.â Truly I tell you, Jesus answered, âthis very night, before the rooster crows, you will disown me three times.â But Peter declared, âEven if I have to die with you, I will never disown you.â And all the other disciples said the same.
All the other disciples chiming in makes it less special. And the fact that he does disown Jesus is a bit... :(
I think my problem is that Peter gives me Kronk energy by running about hopping out of boats and swinging his sword about. It's giving "Peter, dumb as a rock". But I'd be lying if that didn't make for good material.
Tangentially: I'm also in the camp that The Secret Gospel of Mark was a forgery (it's too damn convenient to find an intensely controversial "gay gospel" and then whoops! we lose the gospel Ă la Joseph Smith's golden tablets) but I respect Morton Smith for giving us this:
âThe youth, looking upon [Jesus], loved him and began to beseech him that he might be with him,â it read. âAnd after six days Jesus told him what to do and in the evening the youth comes to him, wearing a linen cloth over his naked body. And he remained with him that night, for Jesus taught him the mystery of the kingdom of God.â
If only he'd had access to AO3...
jesus/judas isn't even the best jesus yaoi. the betrayal kiss is a powerful symbol for sure and judas killing himself after jesus' crucifixion is of course hugely significant (see: jesus christ superstar). but in biblical canon there is literally a disciple described as jesus' most beloved. his favourite disciple. his philtatos, for the song of achilles girlies. he was the last disciple to die, he leans his head on jesus' shoulder at the last supper (and some scholars believe he was the only one jesus told of the nature of judas' betrayal). and lest we forget peter, who also betrayed/rejected jesus after swearing his eternal love for him, threatened to kill and die for him, was all like "i'll follow you anywhere" and "i'll be with you forever". straight up tried to walk on water for jesus. He was crazy. it was yaoi central in there
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ROUNDS Vi x afab reader (nsfw)
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The dim glow of the setting sun filters through the grimy windows of your apartment, casting long, dramatic shadows that dance across the worn-out floorboards. You're sprawled out on your couch, a glass of cheap red wine in hand, when a sudden knock at the door makes you jump. You're not expecting anyone, but the silhouette standing on the other side of the frosted glass is unmistakable. Those sharp, angular lines, the confident stanceâit can only be Vi.
You open the door, and there she is, leaning against the doorframe like she owns the place. Her red choppy hair is a mess, and her grey eyes sparkle with a mix of mischief and lust. She's wearing her signature red leather jacket, and the tattoos on her back and arms seem to ripple as she moves.
"Hey, gorgeous," she says, her voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. She pushes past you, invading your personal space, and you can't help but inhale her scentâa mix of leather, smoke, and something uniquely Vi.
"What are you doing here?" you ask, but she just smirks, tossing her jacket onto the couch.
"I thought we could have a little fun," she says, her eyes roaming over your body. You feel naked under her gaze, even though you're fully clothed. She steps closer, and you can feel the heat radiating off her body.
Before you can react, she's on you, her hands gripping your hips as she pulls you against her. Her lips crash into yours, and you can taste the faint hint of bloodâher latest fight, you presume. Her tongue forces its way into your mouth, and you can't help but moan as she explores every inch, claiming you as hers.
She pushes you back onto the couch, her body pressing against yours. Her hands roam over your body, rough and demanding, as she kisses you deeply. You can feel the cool metal of her rings as she slips her hand under your shirt, her fingers tracing the curve of your breast.
She pulls away, her eyes dark with desire. "I want to taste you," she growls, and you can't help but shiver in anticipation. She grabs the hem of your shirt, ripping it off in one swift motion. Her eyes roam over your body, taking in every curve, every imperfection.
She leans down, her lips finding your nipple, and you arch your back as she sucks it into her mouth, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. She moves lower, her hands working on your pants, and you lift your hips to help her. She pulls them off, tossing them aside, and you're left naked and exposed before her.
She kneels between your legs, her hands spreading your thighs wide. You can feel the cool air against your pussy, and you know you're already wet. She leans in, her tongue running along your slit, and you can't help but moan.
She takes her time, exploring every inch of you, her tongue darting in and out, her teeth nipping at your clit. You can feel the tension building, your body aching for release. She slides a finger inside you, and you buck against her hand, wanting more.
She adds another finger, and you can feel yourself stretching around her, your body accommodating her intrusion. She pumps her fingers in and out, her tongue flicking against your clit, and you can't hold back any longer.
You come, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure wash over you. She looks up at you, her chin glistening with your juices, a satisfied smirk on her face.
"That was just the warm-up," she says, standing up. She holds out her hand, and you take it, letting her lead you to the bedroom. You can't wait to see what she has in store for you next.
Vi's tongue is relentless, lapping at your clit with a hunger that sets your body ablaze. You're writhing on the couch, your hands gripping her red leather jacket, pulling her closer. Her fingers, rough from years of fighting in the streets, are buried deep inside you, pumping in and out with a rhythm that matches the pulsing of your heart.
"Fuck, Vi," you gasp, your voice a ragged moan. Her grey eyes glance up at you, a smirk playing on her lips as she feels your body responding to her touch. She curls her fingers, hitting that spot that makes your back arch and your eyes roll back.
"That's it, babe," she murmurs, her voice a low growl. "Come for me."
And you do. Your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you a trembling mess on the couch. Vi grins, her face glistening with your arousal as she sits back on her heels.
"That was just the appetizer," she says, her voice thick with promise. She stands up, offering you her hand. "Ready for the main course?"
You take her hand, letting her pull you up from the couch. Your legs are still shaking, but Vi's strong grip keeps you steady. She leads you to the bedroom, her stride confident and sure. Once inside, she pushes you gently onto the bed, her eyes never leaving yours as she sheds her leather jacket and starts to unbuckle her belt.
"I want to see you," she commands, her voice a low rasp. You quickly strip off your clothes, your eyes locked on hers. There's a power in her gaze, a raw intensity that makes your heart race.
She climbs onto the bed, straddling your thighs. She's naked now, except for the strap-on harness she's wearing. The sight of it, the sight of her, sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through you.
"You want this?" she asks, her voice a low growl as she takes hold of the silicone cock.
"Yes," you breathe, your voice barely a whisper.
Vi grins, her eyes flashing with heat. "Good," she says, leaning down to kiss you, her body pressing you into the mattress. "Because I'm just getting started."
She sits back, her hands gripping your thighs as she positions herself at your entrance. You can feel the cool silicone against your skin, and you shiver in anticipation. Vi's eyes never leave yours as she slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, until she's fully seated.
You gasp, your body stretching to accommodate her. Vi gives you a moment to adjust, her thumbs drawing circles on your thighs. Then, she starts to move.
Her hips thrust against you, slow and steady at first, then faster, harder. You can feel the tension building in your body, the heat intensifying as she fucks you, her grey eyes locked on yours.
"Touch yourself," she commands, her voice a low growl. You obey, your fingers finding your clit, rubbing in time with her thrusts.
The room fills with the sound of your moans, her grunts, and the slapping of skin against skin. You're close, so close. Vi leans down, her body pressing against yours as she whispers in your ear.
"Come for me, babe," she growls. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."
And with a final thrust, you do. Your body convulses, your back arching as your orgasm rips through you. Vi rides you through it, her own breath coming in ragged gasps as she finds her own release.
As the waves of pleasure subside, Vi slows her thrusts, her body gently rocking against yours. She leans down, her lips finding yours in a soft, tender kiss.
"That was..." you start, your voice trailing off as you try to find the words.
Vi grins, her thumb brushing against your cheek. "Round one," she says, her voice a low purr. And with that, she pulls out, leaving you with a promise of more to come.
You're lying in Vi's bed, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin, basking in the afterglow of your intense fuck. Vi is propped up on one elbow, her red choppy hair a mess, her grey eyes tracing patterns on your bare stomach. She's got that smirk on her face, the one that promises trouble and pleasure in equal measure.
"You're fucking amazing," she says, her voice a low growl. You can feel her fingers tracing the curve of your hip, her touch sending shivers down your spine.
You grin, stretching out like a cat. "Right back at you, Vi."
She leans down, her lips finding yours in a slow, lazy kiss. You can taste yourself on her, and it sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through you. But Vi pulls back, a playful glint in her eyes.
"Not so fast, babe," she says, her hand pressing gently against your sternum, keeping you in place. "We've got all night. No need to rush."
You pout, but Vi just chuckles, her fingers resuming their exploration of your body. She traces the curve of your breast, her thumb brushing against your nipple, making you gasp.
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A Date Date
Wolf!Natasha x Reader
You have been dating your best friend and wolf pal, hybrid Natasha Romanoff for the past week or so. And honestly, it was the best week of your life.
Natasha really furnished her cave on the Westview sanctuary complex site. She put in the couch, the kitchenette, the flatscreen TV and of course, the foosball table. You still have bragging rights over beating her the first time you played.
And Natasha didnât simply get much alone time, though because well, Natasha shared the cave with her sister and fellow wolf Yelena. not that you were complaining or anything. You and Natasha were happy to take your relationship slow. You were best friends before all these uncovered feelings.
Your mind couldn't help but think about how most of your time together was spent in the cave or on the sanctuary grounds. Natasha was an amazing girlfriend, she deserved to be treated like a queen.
"Hey (Y/N)" Yelena said, stirring you from your thoughts, "you gotta take Nattie on a date"
"Yeah I should!" you agreed, "i'm dating the most spectacular girl in the world and I want everyone to know!"
"That and I need my sleep" Yelena huffs, "you two kissing and cuddling keeps me up. Love is so gross."
You simply left the break room and made your way to your office. You began researching little events you could take Natasha out to. One certain little event caught your eye. It was perfect! It was local and it was something that you knew Natasha would love! You bought the tickets and made your way next door to your wolf girlfriend's office.
âHey Nat,â you walked into her office a little uneasy yet confident
âYes malysh?â She asks her tail swishing happily at the sight of you.
âThereâs a community theater production of Swan Lake this Friday.â You explain, âand I wanted to know if you wanted to see it with meâ
A small smile makes its way across her lips, âare you asking me on a date, malysh?â
âWell I am yourâŠand I want to..toâŠâ you find yourself stuttering nervously. Natasha gets up from her chair and saunters over to you, giggling.
She wraps her arms around your neck and her wolf tail around one of your legs. âOf course. I would love to go with you. I l or ballet.â
She kisses your cheek.
âItâs a dateâ you blush, âour first official dateâ
âFirst of many Iâd say,â she whispers in your ear before placing small peck to your lips. âDress nicelyâ
âI-I willâ you answer back.
Friday had arrived. You and Natasha had agreed to meet at the community theater. So you got yourself ready in your own apartment. You got a nicely tailored outfit and got yourself ready.
Meanwhile, Natasha was in her cave trying to find the right outfit. She found herself muttering in Russian as Yelena walked in.
âYouâre muttering again,â the blonde wolf smirked at her redheaded sister.
âDonât just stand there!â Natasha whined, âI need to find the right outfit here! Itâs my first date with my malysh!â
Yelena grips her sisterâs arms. âListen here sestra, (Y/N) loves you. So much. Like you could wear a paper bag and they would see you as a goddessâ
âThank you,â she whispers back, hugging her sister tight.
Yelena shoves an outfit package into Natashaâs hands. âHere wear this.â
âWhat? How?â
âI bought it for you as soon as I found out you two were into each otherâ Yelena shrugs and leaves.
Natasha made her way to the community theater. She was practically stunned to see you waiting for her on the steps to the theater in that nicely tailored outfit. How it fit you just right.
You were in shock, seeing her in that grey dress. How it hugged her curves and allowed her wolf tail to swish freely. The grey highlighted her red hair and the red fur of her tail and ears.
âHeyâ she smiles as she walks up to you, âyou look deliciousâ
âI could say the same about you,â you respond, âyou look amazing. The dressâ color suits youâ
Natasha hums in contentment. You offer your arm which she gladly takes. The two of you walk up the steps to the theater arm in arm.
You take your seats and enjoy the rest of the evening holding hands. The ballet was pleasant. Natasha keeps whispering all the techniques and styles of ballet that she remembers from her youth. You loved seeing how her eyes lit up and how passionate she was for the art.
The crowd cheered as the demonstration of Swan Lake came to an end. You could hear Natashaâs stomach growling.
âSorry I didnât eat before coming hereâ she blushes in embarrassment.
âTo the nearest diner!â You say in an over the top heroic voice as the two of you rush off hand in hand. The two of you laughed and giggled the whole way to the diner.
You and Natasha would go on to have many more dates. And each and every one of them just made you fall deeper and deeper in love with your redheaded wolf girl.
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jealous george âËâčâĄ
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âŻâflatmate george clarke, fluff, friends to lovers
you have been friends with george for a while and since moving in to his shared flat youâve learnt that chris loves to tease and flirt with you, after playing truth or dare youâve also learnt that george might have a truth he isnât ready to tell you yet
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Youâd been friends with George Clarke for as long as you could remember. From climbing trees in your back gardens as kids to navigating the worst of university together, George had always been a constant in your life. There was something lovely about himâreliable, funny, the kind of person you could count on no matter what.
It was an easy friendship, the kind where you could pick up conversations exactly where youâd left off, even after months apart. But now, living together in a flat with two other housemates, things felt⊠different.
It wasnât that George had changed exactly. He was still the same dry, sarcastic George who could make you laugh with just a stupid impression or an under-the-breath comment. But there were moments now where youâd catch him looking at you a second too long or leaning just a little closer than necessary.
And then there was the way he touched you.
It had always been natural for George to be touchy, he was just that kind of person. But lately, the touches felt⊠different. Softer, more deliberate. Like the way heâd rest his hands on your waist when squeezing past you in the kitchen, or brush stray bits of hair from your face without a second thought. Sometimes, when you were sitting next to each other on the sofa, heâd place his hand on your thigh lightly stroking it without a second thought. The gesture that didnât seem to have any reason other than the fact that he could.
It wasnât just you noticing, either.
Arthur had teased you about it more than once, laughing about how George would always stand just a little too close when you were talking, or how his hand would linger on your shoulder whenever he walked behind you. âHonestly, how have you been friends that long and you havenât at least kissed yet,â he joked one night, all you could do is roll your eyes.
âHeâs just like that,â youâd insisted, brushing it off. But even as you said it, you werenât sure you believed it.
You werenât sure when it had started, this strange awareness of him. Maybe it was the way he always seemed to notice when you were upset, even before you said anything. Or the way his laugh could light up an entire room, making you forget whatever was bothering you. Or maybe it was just the fact that George was, well, George, uncomplicated in the best way, someone who just got you.
But nothing had ever come of it, and you werenât sure it ever would. After all, you were friends. Best friends. Youâd never even thought about risking that, until now.
Because now, Chris was in the picture.
Chris had been a bit of an issue from the moment youâd moved in, with his constant routine and inappropriate jokes about you and George, the kind of guy who could talk his way out of anything. He loved pushing boundaries, especially Georgeâs, and lately, it seemed like heâd taken a particular interest in you. It was harmless, of course, just Chris being Chris.
At least, thatâs what you told yourself.
But you couldnât ignore the way Georgeâs mood shifted whenever Chrisâs teasing got a little too much, or how his comments became harsher, more defensive. And you definitely couldnât ignore the way Georgeâs touchiness seemed to intensify, his hand on your back lingering just a moment longer when Chris was in the room, as if to quietly stake a claim.
Something was definitely going on between you two. You could feel it every time George looked at you, every time he made one of those quiet brutal remarks when Chris got too bold. Whatever it was, it was building.
And you had no idea what would happen when it finally came to a head.
The flat was filled with the comfortable chaos of a lazy night in. The living room was a patchwork of cushions, discarded blankets, and half-eaten Thai food. Someone had dimmed the lights, the glow of the lamps giving everything a warm, intimate feel. Your flatmates were sprawled across the modern furniture, all caught up in the easy feeling of the moment.
It was Chrisâs idea to play Truth or Dareâof course, it was Chrisâs idea. He thrived on moments like this, always looking for ways to push people just far enough for his own amusement. You were sat on the sofa between George and Chris, your usual spot, though you couldnât help but notice how George seemed just a little closer than usual tonight.
Chris was in fine form, as always. Heâd already embarrassed Arthur into confessing his worst Hinge date story and dared George to drink an unholy combination of Birra Moretti and salsa. Now, he leaned back with the self-satisfied smirk of someone who thought he owned the room.
âAlright,â Chris said, his eyes glinting mischievously. âMy turn and imma say truth.. and my truth is⊠that I used to have a little crush on you.â He directed the comment squarely at you, the grin on his face daring you to react.
You blinked, thrown off balance for a moment, before rolling your eyes. âOh, come on. Youâre such a lying asshole.â
âAn attractive asshole, though,â Chris said back, leaning into the bit. âI mean, letâs be honest. Who wouldnât? Youâre funny, youâre gorgeous.. I guess⊠and honestly, youâre the only one in this flat who doesnât steal my shit.â
âWow, high standards,â you responded, trying not to laugh.
Chris grinned, unbothered by your deflection. âHey, Iâm just saying. If youâre ever sick of these boys, my doorâs always open, we can talk over some food.â
The room burst into laughter, everyone enjoying the ridiculousness of it all. But beside you, George had gone very still.
âYeah,â George said, his tone light but with an edge that made you glance at him. âGood luck with that. Maybe next time you should ask her opinion on your shitty cooking before you start planning your future.â
Chris tilted his head, pretending to consider this. âAh, okay so she has preferences. A crucial first step. Of course.â
âEspecially since she doesnât even like your tasteless lamb,â George added, his voice sharp in a way that felt out of place.
Chris shrugged, unfazed. âWell, we all have our faults,â he said, winking at you. âIâm sure I could convert you eventually.â
You chuckled, shaking your head. âNot a chance.â
The conversation moved on, but the energy in the room felt different after that. George didnât join in the way he usually did. Instead, he stayed quiet, his arms crossed, offering the occasional dry comment whenever Chrisâs flirting got too much.
As the game continued, Chris leaned further into the joke, making playful comments about him liking you.
âHonestly,â he said later, âif we werenât living together, Iâd have asked you out ages ago. But, you know, flatmate stuff and all.â
âWow, you really know how to talk to a woman,â you joked, shaking your head.
George leaned forward, speaking before Chris could. âYeah, because nothing says âromanceâ like passive-aggressively leaving your dishes in the sink.â
Chris laughed. âHey, those are part of my charm. Donât act like you wouldnât miss me if I moved out.â
George didnât miss a beat. âI think weâd survive. At least she wouldnât have to put up with you filming your voice overs at 2 a.m.â
You couldnât help but laugh. âOkay, heâs got a point there.â
Chris held a hand to his heart, pretending to be offended. âYou hurt me, both of you. But donât worry, George. Iâll give her front-row tickets at all my games, and Iâll sing Arthurâs songs at our wedding.â
That did it. George sat back abruptly, his expression hardening. âYeah, Iâm sure thatâs exactly how sheâs always pictured her big day.â
The sudden bitterness in his tone surprised you, and for a moment, the room fell quiet.
Later in the game, the group was getting tired, but Chris wasnât done yet. He leaned back, arms stretched behind his head, and grinned. âYou know, George, you seem to know everything about her. Should I be worried youâre my competition?â
Georgeâs jaw tightened, and he leaned forward, his voice dangerously calm. âIâm just saying maybe you shouldnât pretend to have a crush when you donât even know the basics.â
Chris raised an eyebrow, still smirking. âWho says Iâm pretending?â
You blinked, caught completely off guard. âWait, what?â
Chris winked at you, his tone still awfully calm. âRelax, Iâm kidding. Mostly. Unless youâre interested, in which caseâŠâ
George stood abruptly, cutting him off. âAlright, I think weâve had enough for tonight.â
He left the room without another word, leaving you and the rest of the flatmates staring after him in stunned silence. Chris glanced at you, his smirk softening. âWhatâs wrong with him, I was only joking?â
You shrugged, trying to shake off the weird tension. âIâll go check on him.â
You found George in the kitchen. He was scrubbing the counter with a level of focus that suggested he was trying to erase more than just crumbs. The faint hum of the fridge filling the space as you leaned against the kitchen counter. George stood a few steps away, arms still scrubbing. His hair, a soft chestnut brown that always seemed to fall perfectly without any effort, was slightly mussed, and his jaw clenched as he stared at the counter.
âHey,â you said, propping yourself up on your elbows.
George didnât look at you. His beautiful blue eyes, usually so clear and steady, flicked toward the counter instead. âHey,â he responded.
George said, his voice sharper than he intended. He finally looked up, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, the weight of it was enough to steal the breath from your lungs.
The kitchen light caught his eyes, making them impossibly blue, like the sky just after a rainstorm. You could see the frustration etched into his face, the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips pressed together like he was holding something back.
You leaned against the counter, watching him. âYou okay?â
âFine,â he said shortly, his tone jarring.
âRight.â You crossed your arms, not believing him for a second. âSo the whole moody silence thing is just for fun, then?â
That earned you a faint, fake laugh. He set the sponge down with a sigh, finally turning to face you. âItâs nothing. Iâm just tired.â
âUh-huh.â You tilted your head, studying him. âThis doesnât have anything to do with Chris, does it?â
George rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. âChrisâs an idiot.â
âOkay,â you said slowly. âBut why does that bother you so much? He was just joking around.â
Georgeâs jaw tightened. âBecause he doesnât know you.â
The intensity of his words surprised you. âWhat do you mean?â
âHe doesnât know anything about you,â George said, his voice rising slightly. âIâve known you for ages. He doesnât know shit, like that you hate lamb no matter if itâs his or not or that you canât stand his awkward karaoke singing or that you hum when youâre nervous. He doesnât know you reread the same book every year because it makes you feel safe, or that you always eat the edges of your toast first because you like saving the best part for last. He just⊠throws out stupid lines like itâs all a joke.â
You stared at him, stunned by the outburst. âGeorgeâŠâ
He looked away, shaking his head. âForget it. Iâm sorry. I donât know why Iâm getting so worked up. Itâs not my business.â
You stepped closer, your heart thudding louder in your chest with every inch you closed between you. âGeorge,â you said again, âdo you want a hug?â
The question caught him off guard, and for a second, he blinked at you like youâd spoken in another language. âWhat?â
âA hug,â you repeated, smiling gently. âYou look like you could use one.â
He hesitated, his arms unfolding awkwardly, as if he wasnât sure what to do with them. âUh⊠sure?â
You didnât wait for him to decide fully. Instead, you closed the distance and wrapped your arms around him, your head resting against his shoulder. His body tensed at first, like he was unused to the softness of the moment, but then he relaxed, his arms coming around you hesitantly at first and then more firmly.
He smelled like the faintest trace of aftershave and the laundry detergent you both used. His body was warm, and for a second, you let yourself sink into the comfort of it.
When you pulled back, you caught the faint pink tint creeping up his cheeks. He was looking anywhere but at you now, rubbing the back of his neck like he didnât know what to do with himself. âThanks,â he mumbled.
âAre you blushing?â you teased, grinning.
âNo,â he said quickly, his voice a little too high.
You laughed, crossing your arms. âItâs okay, George. Itâs just me.â
He let out a huff of air, finally looking at you. âYou donât get it,â he muttered.
âDonât get what?â
He hesitated, then shook his head. âChrisâs an idiot. Thatâs all.â
You sighed, stepping closer again. âYouâre being stupid, you know that? Itâs not like Iâm interested in Chris or anything.â
He blinked, his expression shifting. âYouâre not?â
âNo,â you said giggling. âFucking hell George, just stop talking.â
And then, before you could overthink it, you leaned in and kissed him.
It wasnât the kind of kiss youâd imagined when youâd let your mind wander late at night. It was softer, lighter. His lips were warm and slightly chapped, and for a moment, he didnât move.
But then his hands came up to cup your face, pulling you closer. The kiss continued, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could feel it. His fingers were slightly wet from his scrubbing, his touch almost like a ghost, and when he pulled back just enough to look at you, you saw something in his eyes that made your knees weak.
He stared at you, wide-eyed. âOh,â he said quietly.
You laughed, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. âOh?â
âYeah. Um⊠okay,â he stammered, his face reddening again.
You smiled, leaning your forehead against his. âYouâre actually quite cute when youâre nervous, you know that?â
âStop,â he murmured, finally smiling. âBut I thought you liked Chris.â
You leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, âOf course I donât, youâre the only idiot iâd likeâ
George let out a breath he didnât seem to realize heâd been holding. âGood,â he said quietly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. âBecause Iâm pretty sure Iâd lose my mind if I had to watch him keep trying.â
You laughed softly, the tension between you dissolving into something warmer, sweeter. âYou must know he was only joking?â
He smirked, finally regaining some of his usual confidence. âYeah I definitely knew that.â
For a moment, the world outside the two of you didnât existâthe messy kitchen, the flatmates in the living room, even Chris with his incessant teasing. All of it faded away as George leaned in again, his lips kissing yours with a little more certainty this time.
When you finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. âSo, what happens now?â he asked.
You smiled, threading your fingers through his. âWell, for starters, youâre going to stop being moody every time Chris makes a joke.â
George chuckled, his fingers squeezing yours lightly. âNo promises.â
âAnd,â you added, tilting your head to meet his gaze, âweâll figure the rest out as we go. Okay?â
His smile widened, his blue eyes softening. âOkay.â
Just as you were about to kiss him again, the sound of Chrisâs voice carried from the living room. âHey! Whatâs going on in there?â
George groaned, resting his head on your shoulder dramatically. âHeâs actually insufferableâ
You laughed, nudging him gently. âCome on. Letâs get back out there before he starts another round of Truth or Dare.â
George sighed but didnât let go of your hand. âFine. But if he says one more word about a wedding, Iâm throwing him out.â
You grinned, pulling him toward the door. âYouâre so dramatic, Oh my God.â
As you stepped back into the living room, Georgeâs let go of your hand, Chris immediately spotted the change between you both. He raised an eyebrow. âLook who decided to rejoin us.â
Arthur glanced between the two of you, his eyes narrowing. âWait a second. Are you twoââ
âShut up,â George interrupted, though his tone lacked any real heat.
You squeezed his hand, laughing softly. âDonât worry, Arthur. Youâll get the full story later.â
Chris leaned back, clearly delighted. âAbout time,â he said with a grin. âGuess Iâll have to back off now, huh?â
âGuess you will,â George shot back, his tone dry but the faintest hint of a smile on his face.
As the laughter died down, you caught Chrisâs eye and couldnât help but smirk. âFor the record,â you said, your voice carrying a teasing edge, âI always knew you were joking, Chris.â
Chris put a hand to his chest in mock offense. âJoking? I would never joke about something so serious.â
George muttered something under his breath, and you grabbed his hand giving him a reassuring squeeze. âItâs fine,â you whispered, just for him. Then you turned back to Chris, âWell, thanks for your confession, I think.â
Chris laughed, leaning back with exaggerated smugness. âWhat can I say? I have a gift.â
âYour gift is being obnoxious,â George replied, though his tone had softened now, the sharpness replaced with a reluctant smile.
You laughed, shaking your head. âAlright, enough about that. Whoâs next in Truth or Dare? Arthur?â
The next morning, Chris caught you both in the kitchen, you sat on the counter, leaning in to talk to George. He raised an eyebrow, grinning. âWell, well. Looks like my work here is done.â
George groaned. âDonât start.â
But you just laughed, jumping off the counter to slip your arms around Georgeâs waist, resting your head on his back.
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Hey, can you write some more Kate stories please ? They are really good đ
puppy love
kate martin x reader
warnings: none! more family series coming soon
kateâs been quiet since the loss. sheâs not one to show it too muchâalways trying to be strong, for her teammates, for youâbut you can see it in the way she moves around the apartment, slower than usual, her usual spark dimmed.
itâs been a tough adjustment, this first season in the league. vegas has been good to her, to both of you, but the end of the playoffs hit harder than either of you expected. youâve been wracking your brain for days, trying to find a way to cheer her up.
and then it hits youâthe idea youâve been holding onto for years.
kateâs always wanted a dog. she talked about it all the time in college, her face lighting up as sheâd scroll through adoption websites, dreaming of the day youâd finally have a place big enough, a schedule steady enough, to make it happen.
now feels like the perfect time.
you spend a few days researching, visiting shelters while sheâs at practice, and finally, you find the one. a golden retriever mix with the sweetest brown eyes, one that practically melts into your hand the moment you meet him.
the adoption papers are signed that afternoon.
when kate comes home from her workout the next day, the apartmentâs unusually quiet.
âbabe?â she calls, setting her bag down by the door.
âin the living room!â you reply, barely containing your excitement.
she rounds the corner, her brows furrowing as she takes in the sceneâyou sitting on the couch, and the dog sitting at your feet, wagging his tail like heâs already claimed her as his favorite person.
âoh my god,â kate breathes, dropping her water bottle as her eyes widen.
âsurprise,â you say softly, your smile growing as she just stands there, frozen.
âis thisâ?â
âheâs ours,â you confirm, patting your thigh to call the dog closer. he trots over to you, but his attention quickly shifts to kate, sniffing her cautiously before pressing his nose against her hand.
âyouââ kateâs voice catches, and she sinks to her knees, scratching behind the dogâs ears. âyou got me a dog?â
âi got us a dog,â you correct, watching as her eyes start to glisten. âi know how hard this seasonâs been for you. and i thought⊠maybe this would help.â
kate lets out a shaky laugh, wrapping her arms around the dog, who happily licks her cheek. âyouâre amazing, you know that?â
âi try,â you tease, moving to sit beside her on the floor.
she looks over at you, her eyes still wet but filled with so much love it makes your chest ache. âseriously, i canât believe you did this. heâs perfect.â
âyouâre perfect,â you counter, leaning in to kiss her temple.
she laughs again, this time lighter, and rests her head on your shoulder. âwhatâs his name?â
âi was thinking you could pick,â you say, watching as the dog flops onto his back, clearly at home already.
kate grins, brushing a hand over the dogâs soft fur. âhow about lucky? because thatâs how i feel right now.â
you laugh softly, pressing a kiss to her hair. âlucky it is.â
#kate martin x reader#kate martin#wnba x reader#wnba imagine#wbb x reader#wbb imagine#iowa wbb#las vegas aces#lv aces
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â back. á°.á donât hate me.
đđđđđđđđđđ homicipher. mr. scarletella. fluff. angst if you squint. gn! reader // wc : 957
you were sent to another world by the man with the umbrella, coated in red with a glow that followed him around everywhere. mr. scarletella was the name you had given him.
his delusions lead him to believe that you were giving him gifts, though you were only trying to dispose of bodies in an abandoned building. well, who could blame the man ? if someone was delivering the equivalent of a packed lunch everyday, youâd surely assume that theyâd have some motivation.
â you teach name ? â
mr. scarletella asked, leaning down all the way to meet your eye. the umbrella tilted which shielded you from the non-existent rain, casting that eerie red glow surrounding you both.
clutching your bloodied crowbar in hand, you stood your ground with an unwavering glare but there was no use in hitting him drawing from prior experiences.
â dislike communicate ? â
he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. his wide eyes never leaving yours. he wondered why you kept silent, he had seen you around others like mr. crawling, you were much more relaxed. even laughed and spoke with the other entity.
what else could..- oh !
an idea popped in his mind.
mr. scarletella reached his hand out, his cold palm plopping itself on your head, up down up down. he had seen this action being exchanged between mr. crawling and you.
â pet, pet. â
however, you immediately lifted your crowbar, swinging it at him with full force, just to watch as his body glitched out once again. the man now stood at his full height just a step or two in front of you, the hand on your head now by his side.
mr. scarletella seethed with rage, he didnât take rejection well, but he would never hurt you and instead disappeared.
that was a few days ago, mr. scarletella continued to stalk you from afar as usual though he stopped using the telephone to call, halting his usual random appearances.
mr. scarletella roamed the halls in one of the rare moments which wasnât spent stalking. unbeknownst to you, he was upset. he didnât know he was hurting from rejection, he just knew that this painful feeling burning in his chest was foreign and unpleasant. it felt worse knowing the reason behind it stemmed from the human that he was so drawn towards.
he stumbled aimlessly into the room with bits of concrete on the ground caused from earthquakes which moved rooms around. he scanned the ruins, spotting things that were thrown from the world of humans. magazines, dirty shoes, broken cellphones... etc.
the only thing that wasnât broken or covered in dust was something in a clear ziplock bag, mr. scarletella reached down to pick it up. it looked like a white paper bird..? an origami bird. white reminded him of you.
â pretty doll... me give pretty human. â
he mumbled, ripping apart the ziplock bag and gently placing the delicate craft on his palm. it was fragile, swaying left and right as he walked, but it was something he needed to protect for you. he had never been so gentle with something before, even slowing his steps just to keep it from toppling, too afraid to touch it in case he ripped it.
luck was on his side, he found you alone without your crawling companion, being separated from him after one of your adventures.
mr. scarletella smiled but he hesitated to show himself to you. this was new. he doubted himself. the aching feeling in his heart returned when he remembered his previous interaction with you. would you reject him again� did you really dislike him that much..?
â human. â
he called out, softly. his voice trailing off to a whisper at the end.
he watched you whip around, the same glare in your eyes. though you noticed he was slightly different. his head was tilted down, he wasnât standing straight, his shoulders were slightly hunched in an attempt to make himself look smaller in front of you.
slowly, he held his arm out, the white origami bird was directly in front of your face.
â me find, me bring doll you. doll pretty, human pretty. â
they probably didnât have a word for origami or paper or birds in their language, doll was probably the closest thing to that.
his smile returned when you cautiously reached out to take the gift, watching as you inspected it. the corners of his lips widening when your eyes softened, the tension surrounding you both slowly dissipating but still lingered.
â you like ? â
your head snapped up towards him.
â âŠlike, thank you. â
mr. scarletella leaned down, lining his eyes up with yours. his hand reached out once again, hovering just above your hair.
before he could touch you, you stepped aside. clutching the crowbar in your other hand, which he noticed and acknowledged as a warning.
â can pet ? â
mr. scarletella asked.
you hesitated, well⊠he did go out of his way to get you this origami bird. plus, as much as you hated to admit it, you did think about him during that period where he left you alone albeit in a negative way.
â pet one. â
his palm came into contact with your hair, up and down, lingering there for a second before pulling away.
a noise came from the corner of hallway, making you whip around, just to see mr. crawling pop out. he rushed over, blabbering on how worried he was and asking if you were hurt.
you turned around but mr. scarletella was gone.
â doll pretty ! â
mr. crawling pointed out, looking at the white origami bird on your palm.
â where find ? â
ââŠsomeone give me. â
mr. scarletella watched from afar, smiling to himself, he made a mental note to give you more gifts in the future.
> maybe heâs slightly ooc.
© @kastighur
#homicipher#homicipher x you#homicipher x mc#homicipher x reader#homicipher mr scarletella#mr scarletella#mr scarletella x reader#mr scarletella x you#mr scarletella x mc#æććć
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apart of maki's kinktober: the 2024 anthology
prompt: ghostface, exhibition/voyeurism, stalking
pairing: alex quackity x reader
words: 6.1k
warnings: scream!au, mentions of murder and violence, stalking, exhibition and voyeurisms, stockholm syndrome, friends to lovers, masturbation, phone sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, condom usage
There were few things you and Alex disagreed on. You had your moments, sure, but you were thick as thieves. Anyone and everyone could see that. You were his, and he was yours, âitâs totally not romantic, just platonic companionship!â
So, you got along well. Horror movies, though⊠That was one unfortunate, disagreeable thing between you two. You would go all in with the popcorn and the candy and top it off with a fuzzy blanket draped over your form. Alex would signify his leave the minute you got comfortable before acquiescing and sitting next to you, face anxious and full of fear as he sat still.
He just wasnât the type of person to indulge in such media. Thatâs why seeing Alex so enthralled in the Ghostface killings happening around town was so utterly shocking. He flips his phone towards you, and youâre graced with gory crime scene photos and a news article, âAlex! I donât wanna see that.â
Alex sighs and nods before showing you another photo as he leans across your countertops. Heâd come over for a late-night study session, but after too many Celsius drinks, it was safe to say that you were not going to pass your exam.
âThis happened right by your dorm! You should see, youâve gotta stay safe with that killer out there.â
He says it in the midst of your kitchen, wearing your too-big t-shirt and too-big sweatpants. He was fretting over you. Itâs so domestic, your heart squeezes at the fond way he gazes at you; heâs warmth and love that tastes like the finest wine. You couldnât get too distracted admiring the dotted freckles on his cheeks and wisps of dark hair, no. That wasnât platonic of you. You shake your head, âI donât care. I just donât wanna get freaked out by that stuff.â
Alex hums and scrolls some more. Heâs withholding, and your fingers come to poke at his ribs, âwhat?â
âYou probably donât want to know who died then, huh?â
âWhat do you mean?â
You give him an incredulous look with raised eyebrows. Alex makes a face and looks away before snapping back to look at you. He hems and haws before the words slip past his lips faster than he can stand them.
âCarlos Rodriguez, ring a bell? Says here he was dismembered walking homeââ
âOh god! Stop, thatâsâŠâ horrifying.
âThat was the guy you went on a date with,â he pops a grape into his mouth like it was the most casual thing in the world, âright?â
âYeah, yeah. It was.â
He observes you for a moment. Your eyes look guilty, and he canât place why. It makes something inside of him twinge. Heâs rounding the counter in seconds and wrapping an arm around your shoulder in a protective embrace. Alex smells like warm musk, spicy with a hint of cinnamon. You instinctively curl towards him and bury your face in his neck. He was always comforting.
Alex preens when you go in for the hug, feeling your chest squish against his as he pulls you close to him, âitâs alright. Heâs in a better place now! You have me; Iâll keep you safe.â
Itâs a sweet sentiment. As if Ghostface would come after the two of you. You try not to hone in on his âyou have me.â He was considerate of your feelings and wanted to make you feel safe. Your heart pitter-patters in your chest. His hand rubs small circles on your back, and you shudder, pressing closer to his warmth.
You both stay like that. Alex keeps you enveloped within him for as long as he can, purring soft comforts into the shell of your ear. His lips brush against the sensitive skin before he picks you up into his arms and drags you to the couch.Â
âCome on. Itâs movie night!â
It doesnât really leave your mind, though, even as you sidle up close to Alex while re-watching your favorite movies.
âAnd youâve known Alex for how long?â
A gaggle of your friends sit around your dorm, Christina being the first to start the interrogation. Itâd been a week since Carlos had been killed, and youâd been spending all your time with Alex. It was for safety, you said. Itâs just so nothing happens, you reiterated. Your friends knew better.
âFive years? Six?â
âOh my god! He wants to date you,â Imane exclaims. âItâs obvious, he buys your lunch, you guys cuddle: you just need to man up!â
âWoman up,â Noah emphasizes before sipping on his beer. âBut I agree, heâs got it bad for you.â
You sit in the center with flushed cheeks, âweâre just friends, guys!â
âFriends who wanna fuck,â Christina adds with a laugh.
âBut isnât it suspicious he hasnât made a move yet? Like, whatâs he waiting for?â
âGuys, come on. Heâs not bad or suspicious or anything! Heâs just shyâŠâ
You defend your man, but Noah blurts out the unthinkable. The inconceivable.
âMaybe heâs Ghostface!â
The silence was deafening against your speakers, humming a tune of bedroom pop; you could hear your blood rushing in your ears. You all pin Noah with a deep stare. How could he say that?
âThatâs not funny, Noah.â
âIâm not saying anything! Iâm just saying maybe he doesnât want to date you because heâs too busy chopping up peopleâs bodies or something.â
âNoah! Enough,â you cry with hands covering your ears. âIâm not listening to you! I donât want to listen to you.â
âListennn, I like the guy. Trust-wise? Heâs on my list.â
What if he was? Can you tell? Youâre not sure, and you think about it for a while. There was something about the Ghostface persona that youâd initially joked about being hot, but that was before it hit so close to home. You were unsure and unsettled. Alex couldnât be capable of something so horrid. He was your best friend and, admittedly, your crush. It just wasnât believable.
Youâre stuck in your head for the rest of the kickback. Alex had said he couldnât come; he was ïżœïżœswamped with homework.â It wasnât exactly believable since you shared a Google Calendar together: even more definitive proof of you two toeing the line between friends and lovers, a sentiment echoed by your friend group.
The sun sets into an inky black night, and your friends are filed out of the room. Youâre left alone and freezing. A hot shower might do you some good. You take your time. The bathroom fills with its warm steam as you turn the knob and let your clothes drop one by one. Your phone rings. Your wrist is dampened from the brief spray of water, pulling out your arm to decline the call.
They call again, and youâre huffing as you swing your phone up to your ear.
âHello?â
âHello,â a gritty voice filters through and purrs your name. âGetting ready for bed?â
You know in your heart who it is. That telltale voice, the way he repeated your name⊠Ghostface had asked you a question, and your legs tremble as your mouth gapes, âitâs in your best interest to answer.â
âYes! Yes, I am,â you squeak out.
âThatâs nice. I like your panties. Teddy bears? How cute.â
âHow do you know that?â
Your voice is firm, yet its slightest wobble makes Ghostface chuckle. This couldnât be happening. It was impossible. The shower drips and sputters in the background as your breathing grows heavier. It was impossible.
âLetâs play a game. Tell me your favorite scary movie.â
Unshed tears glisten in your eyes, âI donât want to.â
âYou have to. Whatâs your favorite scary movie?â
âI donât know! Please, I donâtââ
âIâm not gonna kill you, so just answer the fucking question, pretty girl.â
Rivulets of tears stream down your cheeks as you choke out an answer. The panic and sickening arousal courses through you. He kept complimenting you, making you feel all gooey inside, all while the threat of his power loomed over you like a fog that grew thicker every moment you stood in fear. He grew on your fear, he devoured it whole.
âI like the Chucky movies.â
Ghostface laughs, and itâs so familiar, but then heâs going from joyful to mad as he teases you over the phone.
âAh, with the doll? Not as big of a fan of me, hmm?â
âY-Youâre scaring me,â you whisper, phone clenched in your fist. âWhat do you want from me?â
Thereâs a deep pause before he continues.
âI just wanted to play with you before bed. You should show yourself off more,â he hums and then sighs. âEnjoy the shower, pretty.â
He canât help but add, âyou donât know what you do to me.â
Click. Ghostface hangs up, and your dreadful face stares back at you in the mirror. Were you meant to feel slick between your thighs as Ghostface lulled sweet compliments towards your body? No, it was wrong! It was so bad that you had to gnaw on your lip to prevent yourself from pressing the âcall backâ button.
Water streams down your forehead and nose, pooling at your feet before sliding down the drain. Your hands run through your soaked strands with a slight tremble as you sniffle, wondering if that murderer stands under a similar stream of water to watch crimson flow down the drain. You canât get it out of your head as you towel off and slip on silky pajamas. Your heavy body sinks into the covers, and you stare at the ceiling. Itâs almost on instinct for you to reach over with a huff and pull up Alexâs contact.
âHey, whatâs up?â
âI canât sleep,â you murmur as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt. âWill you come over?â
You can hear him yawn, and youâre quick to apologize even as he waves you off, âdonât worry about it.â
âIâll be there soon.â
Barely ten minutes pass by before a gentle knock sounds at your door. Thereâs a stream of light as he enters that shines and is then blown out when he closes the door behind him.
Alex tiptoes in, toeing his shoes off by the door, âIâm here.â
Youâre already breathing heavily and scooting over to give him more room. Alex looks at your sleepy eyes that stare back at him in the dark, joining you and slipping under your fluffy duvet to get close to you. You arenât touching, but youâre so damn close. You need him closer, and the need to feel his skin against yours is overwhelming your entire being.
âCan we cuddle?â
Alex adjusts with his head on his hand, arm bent, and lying on your pillow as you snuggle a little closer, âyeah. Câmere.â
A buff arm wraps around your figure, and itâs heavenly. You tuck your face into the crook of his neck and inhale his freshly showered scent, making you instantly relax in his arms. Your feet tangle with his, and he lets out a soft hiss at the cool feeling of your toes against his ankles. You both fall asleep, tangled in soft breaths, and the comfort of muscle looped around you. As you dream of nothingness, it then turns into something hapless.
â...Alex?â
Your voice is dreamy and wispy. You can hardly speak out, let alone yell out. Ghostface and Alex sit facing each other, and you call louder, eyes fluttering and blurring as you draw closer. You know itâs a dream, but you canât help but take it as fact, as reality.
âWhat are you doing?â
They both turn towards you, Ghostfaceâs mask shaped in a long, menacing grin as he tilts his head towards you. Blood starts seeping from the edges of the mask and runs down its contours as it continues staring into your soul. You turn towards Alex, horrified to see him with a sickening grin as ruby red drops splatter on his face, âwhatâs wrong?â
Thereâs no reply as they both reach for you in a desperate bid to make you join whatever fucked-up seated circle they were reveling in. Revelling. That was the reason Alex was smiling. You awake with a gasping start.
Itâs hard to focus on classes, on homework, on your relationships. Youâd be holed up in libraries and study rooms with your ringer on in case another killing happened. They did happen, two in the same week. You couldnât stop thinking, wondering if heâd sweet-talked his victims before brutally shoving the knife in deep till the fight leaked out of them. Did he call them, too?
Youâd have told anyone, but there was no one to tell. Your friends would encourage you to tell the police, and there was no excuse for hiding something as crucial as a phone call from Ghostface. Youâd be vilified within seconds. You couldnât tell Alex, and it wasnât even your fault. Alex had been distant. Busy, heâd said. Liar, you bit back.
He blew you off on the days you typically get lunch. He packed his bag up quickly as he bid you goodbye. The eye bags on his face only got darker and deeper, you were feeling worried. Maybe he was just as affected by the killings as you were. Just as affected by Ghostface as you were. It was still hurtful.
It hurt even more, knowing that your heart would beat rabbit fast at the thought of him. It was clear now, crystal. You liked Alex; you only wanted Alex. You thought this was mutual. You cuddled, were close, and shared your first kiss at a dumb high school party. Maybe he didnât feel the same or care about your crestfallen expression as he urged ahead to leave class early.
You tried to repeat to yourself that he was just busy. Though you were unaware of it in his absence, Ghostface had you right where he wanted you. Open, pliable and all his. The phone rings.
âHello?â
âHi,â Ghostface elongates your name, and you can hear his smirk through the phone. âHow are you?â
You should just hang up. You shouldnât even entertain it, he needed to leave you alone. You press the phone closer to your ear.
âPlease, stop calling me!â
âMmm, no. I want to talk to you. Donât deny me.â
âYou just wanna talk because youâre a freak,â you retort and sit up in bed with your hands angrily fisting the sheets. âLeave me alone.â
âFreak?â
Ghostface bursts into a peal of deep laughter. Itâs mocking, and you wonder if heâs watching you.
âThe only freak here is you refusing to hang up the phone.â
âI-Iâm not refusing! Iâll hang up right nowââ
âBut you wonât,â he interjects quickly. âI know you wonât.â
âAnd how do you know that? Maybe Iâll call the police!â
âI know you wonât do that, either.â
Heâs right. Youâre too stricken and impulsive, fighting every word he says with a monologue. Your teeth worry your lips as you take a deep breath, âare you watching me right now? Like in the shower?â
âYes,â his breathing seems deeper. âIâm watching you right now. You look fantastic.â
âIâm just in my pajamas.â
âI like how they look.â
You shouldnât indulge in this any longer. It was so wrong, and you were making yourself so vulnerable. Socked feet cross as you turn to glance out your window; thereâs nothing there.
âYou do?â
âYes.â
A hand that has a mind of its own comes to the hem of your shirt. The mingled breaths between you two nearly echo on the call, and youâre slipping a hand under the cotton to touch your stomach.
âThatâs a nice sight,â and thereâs a rustling of fabric as he seemingly shifts positions. âWhat do you think youâre doing, hmm?â
âTesting you. If you were gonna kill me, you wouldâve done it when I was in the shower.â
âIâm not so clichĂ©.â
âReally? I beg to differ,â and youâre not sure where the confidence comes to set your phone down and peel your top off from your body.
Your nipples harden instantly as the cool air. You sit with your chest exposed and a rapid heartbeat, quickly putting the phone to your ear just to catch the briefest groan, âare you still there?â
âOf course. Take off your shorts.â
His command makes you hesitate. Were you really going to go through with this? Ghostfaceâs voice crackles in the still air, âdonât be shy.â
The drawstring is undone in seconds, loose fabric slipping down your thighs to your ankles before you unceremoniously kick them away.
âThere, I did it,â you whisper as if someone was listening to your debauched call. Thereâs a long stretch of silence and rustling. âHello?â
âYou look really sexy like this,â he whispers in a breathy tone.
If you listen even closer, the wet squelch of him fisting his cock is obvious. Your hand starts at your collarbone and dips to squeeze your tits, âaahâŠ!â
âPlay with them, let me see.â
It doesnât matter that heâs watching you from God knows where; your eyes slip closed as pathetic mewls escape your lips with every grope of your fingers.
âA-Ah, fuck,â you whisper before laying back to let another hand follow the curve of your sternum to the flat of your tummy. Ghostface openly moans when your manicure nails brush against your waistband. He moves his hand faster; youâre intoxicated by every âthwipâ of his fist as he jerks off.
âI wish I could touch,â his grunts echo, and he teases himself lewdly with his thumb running over his leaky slit. âI-Iâll fuck you so good.â
Your clit is throbbing when you finally start rubbing pathetic little circles. Writhing, your lips part to breathily whine out, âGhostfaceee!â
âOhmy, fuck. Put them inside. Fuck yourself, pretty.â
Itâs easy to do what he says, your whole greedily sucks your fingers in deep. Your hand tweaks your nipple while your toes dig into your plush bed, âfffuck me! Oh my god, feels so good!â
âGonna blow my load all over youângh, shit. I canât wait to touch you for real. Yeah, yeah; fuck. Soak âem for me.â
Ghostfaceâs rambling spurs you on, and your fingers rub right against that spongy spot that makes you convulse and gush all over your hand.
âOh, fuuuck!â
Your face presses hard into the pillows as he cums. You could imagine his hips popping up as he came all over his knuckles. A few minutes pass, and the only thing audible is your mingling breath while you both come down from your eyes.
The phone is pressed to your ear as you eagerly ask if heâs still there.
âI am,â he says slowly. âHave a good night.â
âW-Wait!â
You call back several times, but they all go unanswered. He leaves you spoiled and naked in bed with a slick drying on your inner thighs.
The post-nut clarity left you sleepless and wondering if you had just made the biggest mistake of your life.
The guilt wears down on you like a weighted blanket; every square inch of your body canât stop imagining the voice, and the guilt coats you in another heavy layer of shame. You try to fight back, but the fabric is never-ending, and youâre useless against its power.
You had to tell someone. Anyone. It has to be Alex; no one else needs to know anything other than him.
[you]: hey
[you]: will you come over?
[you]: need to talk to you
[alex]: be there in a few <3
The heart makes you smile. Locking your phone and setting it aside, you tug your knees to your chest in waiting. How would you tell him? More like admitting to him since you were undoubtedly hiding this fact of admiration because it was so shameful and wrong. Alex knocks lightly on your door, and your voice is shaky when you call, âcome in!â
He looks calm, if a bit confused. Alexâs eyes scan you before sitting beside you on your plush bed. He always looks at you with those amber eyes that show pure devotion.
âWhatâs got you all wound up, huh?â
A gentle hand releases your knees from your embrace, Alexâs arm slinking past the back of your neck to cup you close by the shoulder. You tuck yourself into his side with ease. He hums for a bit, rousing you with a shake.
âHello?â
âSorry, itâs just⊠I donât know. Something happened.â
âWhat happened? Are you okay?â
âYeah, yes! Iâm okay,â you take a deep breath, and your head tilts up to peer at him with anxious eyes. âJust donât freak out that bad, okay?â
He doesnât reply, only maintaining eye contact as his thumb rubs circles into your soft skin.
âGhostface⊠called me. We had a conversation.â
â...What?â
He says your name with a laugh, âyou probably just got prank called!â
âNo, Alex. Iâm serious! Please,â you grab his shirt and tug him so close that your noses brush. âI talked to Ghostface, seriously. You need to believe me.â
âHow do you even know it was really him, hm?â
Oh, you knew. The telltaletelltale scratchy voice. The deep, mirthy laugh. How he coaxed you to orgasm through simple words of, âyou can go harder than that; Iâve seen you.â
âI-I just know. It was him, he was stalking me.â
âOkay⊠so Ghostface is coming after you?â
âI donât know what heâs planning! I guess so,â you bury your face into his beauty mark-dotted neck. âI donât know what to do. What if heâs just waiting to kill me?â
âNo way. Heâd be stupid, you already told me. Iâm, like, almost a witness to it.â
That was true. Now that Alex knew if anything happened⊠youâd have someone to back you up. You squeeze him in gratefulness.
âThen what should I do? Hire a bodyguard!?â
âI donât think you have bodyguard money,â he teases. âBut I can always walk with you anywhere, everywhere. And what ifâno, never mind.â
âAlex, you need to tell me everything youâre thinking,â you urge.
He looks apprehensive, teeth tugging his lip between them to gnaw at the sensitive skin. He looks all around your room, his eyes landing on a framed photo of the two of you at an amusement park. Alex is grinning while holding a peace sign; your hair flies wildly and without abandon as the sun shines down on you two, âwhat if we found a way to catch him? You know, set a bait.â
Your face twists up immediately.
âBait? Iâd be the bait! This is a horrible ideaââ
âHear me out! Iâd be waiting there and see if he shows up. You could make sure itâs obvious youâre alone. Ghostface comes, I tackle him, and boom! We call the police, and heâs finally gonna be held accountable.â
Alex eyes you, âwhat do you say?â
It was such a dumb idea. Every part of you screaming to lock the door and shut the blinds. But you donât. Alex texts you periodically to check in, but the plan was just an unsafe waste of time for a while. But your phone rings at half past eleven.
â...Hello?â
âHiya,â he croons your name, and your blood runs cold.
âIâm hanging up!â
âDonât you fucking dare, or Iâll gut Alex myself.
You whimper, âI donât want to die!â
âThen play a game with me. How about warmer or colder?â
It gives you a sickening pause. You held Alex and your own life in the palm of your hands, the threat of losing what means most to you evident. Your valued life and love would be lost through the gaps of your fingers like rivulets of clear water. You stand.
You had to be brave for both of you.
âAre you in my apartment?â
âNow, youâre playing,â and he chuckles over the phone.
A thick gulp sticks in your throat as you swallow. Something takes you to the kitchen where you peer around the corner to gaze into the yellow-lighted tiles and counters filled to the brim with your things, âcolder.â
âWhere the fuck are you?â
Ghostface has no reply. You move away from the kitchen, soft steps padding against the ground like a knowing prey animal. You glance at the living room, eyes scanning for a Ghostface-shaped hiding spot.
âWarmer,â his voice lulls, and he sounds so fucking amused that it makes your heart clench.
âWhereâs Alex?â
Ghostface has no reply, and you frustratedly groan at him over the phone, âwatch your tone.â
âFuck you.â
âYouâre bratty today, hm? All wound up over Alex?â
âJust stop talking about him!â
It makes warmth spread all past your cheeks and ears. You venture forward and stare at the looming hallway before you. Finally, you registered the tremble in your knees as they knocked against each other.
âHot.â
Your hall closet stares menacingly at you, and your stomach drops. You got to turn, but his voice commands you to stop, âfreezing!â
Thereâs a shake in your lip as your ears fill with salty tears that threaten to spill over onto your cheeks. You blink them away and take step by step closer. Breathing grows heavy and restricted before youâre standing before the hall closet.
âYouâre on fire.â
The door is yanked open forcefully, revealing beige and white towels with silk sheets. There was no one there. He lied! Only then, does Ghostface leap from your bedroom door to wrap his arms around you from behind. You try to scream, but a gloved hand slots easily over your mouth as he begins to tug you.
You kick and scream and cry like a petulant child as you fight with all your power. He doesnât seem all that interested in your pleas. He only grunts softly as you land whack upon whack on him. However, heâs undeterred as he hoists you up like a sack of potatoes on his shoulder.
âNo! No, lemme go! Let. Me. Go!â
âCome on,â he drawls your name as he lays you flat and helpless on your back against the couch.
He easily fits over you and pins your wrists to the fluff of the furniture. The two of you stare at each other, and youâre panting wildly with fear and adrenaline. Ghostface adjusts to straddle you, sinking down till his hips are flush against yours.
âDonât tell me you havenât thought about it.â
âA-About what?â
âFucking me. I know you have, you wanna know how I know?â
âYes! Yes, please, justââ
The mask is ripped away to reveal a harsh, shocking truth. Itâs Alex, sweaty with matted hair that sticks to his forehead. You nearly go limp from the shock and stress as he looks down at you with pleading eyes, âdonât shy away from me, now. You werenât like this earlier.â
âI donât, I donât understand! W-Whatâs going on, âlex?â
You murmur his nickname desperately, watching as he gnaws on his plush bottom lip. His lip trembles as he peers at you, his hands loosening their grip on your wrists. You wiggle a hand free and wrap it around his shoulders, your hand splaying flat against his back and holding him protectively, âbut why?â
âI needed you,â he croaks. âI needed you to realize you want me.â
He starts nosing at your neck, lips planting gentle kisses on the smooth expanse of your throat. A weak whine rises and dies from your lips.
âAlex, Iâwait, this is!Iââ
âWhat youâve been craving, right? What youâve been needing.â
He sucks on your pulse point, and you arch lewdly into his all-encompassing black robes. Heâs sticky with spit as he collides the two of you together into a heady kiss.
Itâs all youâve been wanting, but itâs all the wrong circumstances. He presses with such need into you, such desperation; your mouth slips open wider to tangle with his syrupy tongue.
âThatâs it,â he huffs and lightly rocks his bulge against your sweatpants.
Heâs so hard, you can feel him shudder as he presses forward again to lightly hump against you.
âWanted to just have you all to myself.â
He joins you once again to heavily make out, both of you growing more and more eager by the second. You bury yourself within him, his hand groping your breast with a groan of satisfaction.
âYouâve kept me waiting,â Alex tugs your earlobe with his teeth. âEvery time we cuddled, hugged⊠I just wanted to fuck you to tears.â
It makes such a hot moan escape, your toes curling as you writhe beneath him.
âFuck, really?â
âYes, I needed you more than I could stand!â
Alexâs hands are eager as they skim your stomach to reveal more of your glowing skin. He bites his lip in anticipation, observing as the shirt reveals your perky tits; he canât help but latch his mouth to your budding nipple and suck.
âOh, fuuck. Alex, shit.â
âFeels good, right? Mmm, love how these feel.â
He grins before diving in and peppering love bites and suckles along your sensitive skin. Buff arms wrap around your middle and pull you closer, teeth grazing the underside of your tit; he laves a dark mark and pulls away with a wide smirk.
You realize Alexâs clothing is still on. Youâre tugging his robes up the minute your eyes are able to focusâhe was a god with his tongue, and you needed it more than just toying with your boobs.
âYou need to take this, ngh, off.â
âYeah, you want it off?â
âDonât tease me, âlex. I wanna see you. Not Ghostface.
It gives Alex pause, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he pulls back to look at you.
â... You really mean it?â
âYes,â you purr. âI really do.â
Alex quickly tugs off his draping outfit, sighing as his bare, caramel chest is given its glory. Suddenly, you see him for who he is. A man, a man youâre soaking your panties for. You need him like a fish needs water.
The two of you meld together like itâs all youâve ever known. In a way, Alex is all youâve ever known.
Your hands greedily feel him up, squishing his pecks and running your thumb over his hardening nipples. His hips pop once with a meek whimper escaping him, âI-I should be doing this to you.â
âBut youâre not,â you taunt and latch your mouth to his chest and suck.
A keening whimper escapes Alex as his fingers tangle into your tresses, pushing his chest further into your tongue with a whine.
The two of you meet in a sloppy kiss, Alex pushing you onto your back as he leaves love bites down your neck. He leaves more on the other side of your breast, sucking soft, supple skin to leave bruises of remembrance.
Alex pauses, his eyes flickered to yours and a steamy gaze, âcan I⊠Can I eat you out?â
It doesnât feel weird, even if heâs your best friend. Your knees fall apart wider as you give a shy nod, ây-yeah. Be gentleâIâm sensitive.â
He hums and levels with your pussy. Alexâs right hand comes to entangle with yours as his breath fans over your soaked panties. You both stare in a terse, heated moment before heâs licking with the flat of his tongue.
âOoh! ShitâŠ!â
Alex makes it sloppy while teasing you over soaked cotton. His smirk is evident when you cry out and practically crush his hand as he laves over your swollen clit.
âYou taste like candy,â he pulls your panties to the side with a groan. âAnd youâre so wet.â
âYouâre embarrassing meâaah! Ohmygod, âlex!â
He dives in like a man starved, and in a way he is. Alex slurps messily at your folds, tongue swirling your creamy hole before sucking your clit into his hot, wet mouth.
Your fingers grip and tug ferociously as you grind your cunt against his face. Alexâs eyes slip closed as he loses himself in you, his adept tongue working you open.
It burns hot and white as your stomach clenches. You ride his face, and he lets you, ââlex!! âM gonna cum!â
Thereâs a wet, inaudible groan, and Alex is pressing his tongue at your entrance and tongue-fucking you. The hot strand of pressure snaps, and you cum with a needy cry.
âAlex,â you sob out, knees squeezing his head as he helps you through your orgasm. âC-Canât! Too much, please!ââ
He pulls away with a glistening mouth and jaw. Heâs so hard in just his boxers, and you can taste yourself as you bring him in for a messy kiss.
âI canât believe I just,â you cut him off with another desperate peck, âmmfâjust ate you out.â
âDonât brag about it,â you murmur against his lips before he settles back on his haunches.
Alex starts to claim heâs not âbragging,â but you hone in on the reveal of his thick, bobbing cock after freeing it from his boxers. The fat tip smears pre-cum on his navel and your mouth waters. God, you needed him.
He fishes out a condom from his black robes, and you draw close to help roll it on. Heâs hot to the touch and shivers at how your hand barely wraps around him, âthank you.â
Your hand is still on his dick as you smile up at him. Alex gives you a tender grin before motioning you to lie back. He uncoils like a snake, stretching across you to lay between your legs. His dick just barely brushes your throbbing clit, and you jump at the contact. Alex swallows and seems nervous as he grips his base.
âI-I love you,â he says. âI love you.â
The world seems to stop for a moment. You stare into the galaxy of brown amber held in his eyes.
You can hardly breathe, and you swear your heartâs crawling up your throat and about to beat past your lips. Alexâs eyes search yours for something, anything. You hadnât realized how silent youâve been, âI love you, too.â
Alex laughs and scoots a little closer, his cock head just barely pressing against your fluttering hole.
âGod, you really made me nervous there.â
âYouâre about to be inside me! I wasnât ready for a confessionâŠâ
Alex kisses your pout away and sinks into you with a hefty groan, âholy shit.â
Youâre scratching his back from the deliciously sinful way he stretches you out. With the legs looped around his hips, he starts to shallowly thrust. His dick plunge is deep and drags heavy amidst your spasming gummy walls.
âFuck me, oh, yes!â
âNgh,â he grunts, and his hips are hitting yours with punishing claps.
Alex makes you submit, laying there in a writhing heap as you take him in your guts. His hips angle upwards, and heâs battering your g-spot while uttering sweet nothings into your ear, âyouâre such a good girl. Ah, ah, fuck; c-canât believe Iâm fucking your pretty pussy.â
Your lips are swollen red and parted as Alex fills you entirely over and over and over! You cling to him in a pathetic embrace, barely able to keep your eyes open while staccato moans fill Alexâs ear.
âAlex, I-I canât for m-muchâooh!! Ohgod, gonna cumâŠ!â
In between your sweaty, grinding bodies, Alexâs sneaky hand slinks down to messily rub your clit, âyouâre fucking perfect.â
His voice shakes with a compliment, and his thumb presses his hard circles on your sensitive nub. Itâs enough to break you down in a mix of cries and sobs as you cum all over him, âoh fuu-huh-ck!â
Alex inhales sharply, chasing his own high as your walls squeeze him during your orgasm.
âFuck, fuck. Baby, Iâ!!â
He lets out a whimpering squeak before burying deep and emptying his balls inside the condom. He thrusts once, twice, before collapsing down onto you with panting breaths on his lips.
You both are exhausted. Your bare foot presses against the cool plastic of his mask, and you blurt your question before you can even think.
âDid you really kill all those people?â
He doesnât look at you, merely planting kiss after kiss on your exposed skin, âI did it all for you.â
Thereâs no guilt or apprehension this time. Only the way your heart sings with love.
-
âItâs hard to say whether Ghostface had help this time,â the newscaster reports. âBut, itâs an ongoing reminder to lock your doors and report any suspicious activityâŠâ
The screen goes black as Alex laughs and cuts the TV off. Your eyes trace his features, the delicate curve of his nose, and the slope of his lips; he is stunning. Neither of you speak of the mutual dried flecks of blood on each otherâs cheeks.
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