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persistent perstering- c.leclerc

Day 13 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

summary: Ferrari drivers are persistent. You’re not looking for love. Too bad he is. 

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You liked your job. Ferrari was a good place to work. You’d befriended many of your colleagues, you enjoyed the travel, and though your work was challenging, you felt good. You were the assistant strategist who, granted, usually had better strategies than your boss, but you bite your tongue to keep his massive ego alive. If you could slap him in his dumb fucking face, you would. You liked being in the garage, well, you would if it weren’t for one thing. 

Charles LeClerc. 

Ferrari’s number one, Prince of Monaco, il Predestinato, King of Monza, the Ferrari driver. 

He was a pain in the ass. He followed you around like a love-sick puppy, he hung on every word you said, laughed too hard at all your jokes, talked too much, and he wasn’t exactly your type. 

Well, no one at that moment was. You’d imposed an iron-clad dating ban on yourself when your last relationship ended badly. You weren’t interested in the Monaco dating scene, and even if you were, you wouldn’t start up again with Charles LeClerc. 

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“Morning!” You called out to Carlos. The humid air made every piece of clothing you owned too warm, so you were in a vintage Ferrari cropped-tank. You loved your team, even before working there. Behind Carlos, was Charles, not that you knew that. Carlos smiled, coming over to you. 

“How are you doing?” He asked with a smile. 

“Fucking hot,” you chuckled. He nodded. “It's mad weather.”

“I know what you mean,” he nodded. “Charles’ here could barely stand getting out of bed.”

Charles stepped out from behind him with a bright smile. You smiled back politely, and somehow didn’t notice the way his jaw dropped when he saw you. 

“Ready for tonight?” you asked them both. 

“Ready,” Carlos nodded. “And hoping that you’re doing my strategy.” 

You chuckled and followed him into the paddock, Charles tagging behind you both. “Sadly no, but I will be on stand-by for drinks afterwards, first round on me if things go wrong?”

“First round on me if things go right,” Carlos nodded. 

“Well, good luck today,” you smiled. “Can’t wait for the sprint!”

“Thank you,” Carlos smiled and left to go to his side of the garage. 

“Feeling ready for today?” you asked Charles, trying to be polite. 

He nodded. “How bad can it be?”

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Very, very bad. Extremely bad. Awful. 

Sprint went like this; 

Lap 2: Charles Engine failure into the pits for a 20 second stop.

Lap 8: Carlos crashes with Norris 

Lap 16: Charles into the barriers. 

Double DNF with the feature race tomorrow and quali tonight? Yeah, you’d all be getting fined for staying late. 

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You sat at your desk, looking over the strategy for tomorrow, disheartened at your prospects. Quali had ended 2 hours ago and Charles and Carlos were starting at the bottom of the grid, and it was your job to get them back up into at least the top 10, if not the top 5. Finally, the ball was in your hands in terms of strategy and no matter what, they were going to listen to your calls. The team had all left 30 minutes ago, the cars were fixed with no upgrades and some understeer, but they were drivable. 

“Heading home soon?” Charles’ voice rang out through the empty garage. 

“Nope,” you sighed.

“You’ll work yourself to death,” he sighed. “What are you looking at?”

“Strategy is in my hands tomorrow,” you blurted out. “And I’m fucking freaking out,” You let out a sad chuckle as you felt all of the pressure on your shoulders get heavier and heavier. “I don’t know what to do now. Austin is always a fucking ordeal, and with teh Sprint and you tow trashing the cars we’re so fucked, and they’re finally giving me the chance I’ve been asking for and if I fuck it up they’ll never promote me, even though they know it’s less than ideal circumstances.” 

You took a deep breath as your eyes watered. He placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s alright,” he whispered. “You can cry.”

You groaned, covering your face. “I don’t want to cry.”

He chuckled softly. “I think you might need to.”

You shook your head, taking deep breaths and wiping your eyes. “No, I-I’m alright.” 

Your breathing quickened. Your heart raced. Your mind clouded. Your ears rang. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

This couldn’t be happening, not in front of your colleague, not in your workplace not-

And then his lips were on yours? His hands in your hair as you sat there stoic and frozen with anxiety, he fucking kissed you. 

WHAT A CUNT. 

You hastily pushed him off and gathered your things, hoping he would just leave you alone. He rushed out apology after apology until you finally turned to him and screamed. “Leave me the fuck alone Charles! Not everyone is in love with you, alright? I’m Carlos’ friend, not yours! I tolerate you, because I fucking have to, because it’s my job, and because I’m a fucking professional! If you cannot extend those same respectful luxuries, don’t come near me Charles. Just leave me alone!” 

He stood there, shocked, as you stormed off to your hotel room. 

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You walked into the paddock the next morning with your head held high and a plan for the strategy. You knew what you were doing, and the only time you’d have to see Charles today would be on your screen in a car driving more than 300 kilometres an hour. Perfect.

When you got to your desk, there was a small note on it with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. 

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Dear Y/n,

I am so sorry about my behaviour last night, it was unacceptable. I panicked and I wasn’t sure what to do, but I know now that was not the way to go about it. I am so incredibly sorry, and I promise to leave you be from now on.  Sorry again, Charles. 

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A part of you felt bad, another didn’t. I mean, working with F1 drivers, you were used to tall egos on shorter men, with very little to back them up other than their money. You were sick of it, and to be honest, Charles just got the brunt of your anger because he was close to you, and he had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

And I mean, it was a pretty good kiss. But no, he’s a dickhead, right? 

You huffed at your own stupidity. No way you were letting a man get you this confused about what you wanted. You didn’t want…? You wanted…? Fuck, what did you want?

“Hi,” Charles’ sheepish voice came from beside you. You whipped your head around to meet his eyes. “I just wanted to apologise in person as well. I am truly very sorry about last night, I put my own feelings above yours and took advantage, and I am deeply ashamed. I promise-”

And then your lips were on his?

How the tables turn.

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What Are Friends For?

'Oh yeh, this has done it' I thought as I finished the last slice of pizza. Extra meat and extra cheese, the greasier the better. This was on top of of the full fry up I'd had for breakfast. The cabbage stew for lunch. Topped off with a protein shake. Not that I'd been to the gym today, that wasn't the point. I'd just had one, on top of all that heavy food, to get myself nice and gassy. My stomach was bloated with gas and it was starting to bubble away inside.

I have been planning this day for a while now. Ever since I worked out my friend, Joel, had a fart fetish. At first I'd thought it was just the usual, gay guy fancying his straight best friend. I didn't mind, he was free to lust after my ass. Nothing would happen, but he was free to look. But I realised he liked it more than just to look at. I'm a gassy guy and my blasts can clear a room, but not Joel. He'd always make a comment on them. Hed sit on the floor next to me, said it was "more comfortable". No amount of farts would shift him. He'd just get closer through the night.

Now he'd never admit it to me, he was too shy. I felt bad for the guy. He didn't have much luck with pulling guys, maybe his fetish made it hard. So I'd decided to help him out. I planned a day of food that I knew would aggravate my stomach, get me all gassed up, and invited Joel over to watch a film.

He arrived on time, which was great because I could not hold these in for much longer. As he sat down in his usual spot on the floor I went to the TV and turned it on, making sure to silently release a fart and crop dust him as I walked past. He didn't say anything but I caught him staring at my ass as I passed. So on the way back to the sofa I turned and stood in front of him as I loaded Netflix, letting him get a good view.

Releasing another small silent fart, only this time in his face, I looked down. "Do you need anything?"

"No...no...I'm good. Shall we start the film?"

I sat down on the sofa next to him and pressed play. The film hadn't been going for more than 5mins when I let out an enormous fart.

PPPPPRRRRBBBBBB

After holding them in and only releasing the silent wisps so far, this one had erupted out. More than I'd planned.

"That was a big one!" Joel joked, laughing a little. "Gassy today? Thought I smelt one when you got up"

"Yeh, my stomach is rough. Sorry about that"

"It's fine. You know it doesn't bother me".

The smell of the fart lingered, it had a meaty scent, one of my better ones.

But I was just getting going. I let out a couple more silent ones to really fill the room. Letting Joel stew in my fumes. Never once saying anything. Happily sitting there, watching the film he'd say of course, but still he was inhaling pure methane. I knew my suspicions were right, no one else would have stayed in the room, let alone sit so close to the source.

It was time to push it. I let out a triple assault.

Prrrrbbbb

Pbbbbtttt

PPPBBTTT

Laughing as I unloaded I began wafting the air. "Oh man, they stink! Here, breathe through this", and I handed him a cushion of the other end of the couch.

Joel took it, faked using it as a mask for a second, then just gave me his innocent smile and placed it behind him. "Ha, thanks, but I'm fine, I'm used to your butt bombs".

Damn this guy loves my gas. Needed to crack him before I eventually ran out. I wanted him to openly embrace it, not just sneak sniffs from the side. I decided to give him a little treat to tide him over, until he was ready to open up.

The farts were now putrid, even for me and I'm used to my own flavour. The milk from the protein shake was really kicking in. But I was able to let out some quiet wet ones. I moved the cushion next to me down a bit so half of it was under my ass. Then for 10mins released a constant stream of silent farts on to it.

Casually I pulled it out and passed it to Joel, need another cushion? I could feel how warm it was from the farts and being flattened under my big ass.

Joel looked like he was going to decline it, then the smell must have hit him. Could have sworn his eyes glazed over, he took it and placed it behind his head but turning so his face was pressed up against the scented fabric. He wasn't even facing the film now.

I watched as huffed on the cushion, away in his own little world. The first cushion he had behind his back was pulled out and placed over his crotch to cover, I assume, evidence he was pitching a tent. I was thrilled.

"Hey, Joel, I have a gift for you"

"What is..." Joel began before being interrupted as I slid down the sofa and turned so his face was mms from my hole

PPPPPRRRRBBBBBB

My fart exploded in his face. I swear it blew his hair.

Joel looked shocked. "Damn, man, what you do that for?"

"It was a gift, I knew you'd like it"

"I don't like your farts"

"Sure you do! You're always sitting next to me, despite how gassy I am. Tonight I have been actively butt bombing this room and you have been vaccuming them all up. Plus you have been glued to a literal fart cushion for 10mins. Mate I paused the film and you never noticed!"

It was quite cute to see him get all flustered. He went a little red too.

"I don't...I just don't mind..."

"Don't worry about it" I said. "It doesn't bother me. I mean I've had no issue when you walked behind me on the stairs so you can stare at my fat ass, though I suppose you were back there sniffing it secretly. I don't mind when you make jokes about it. We're friends, it's just fun for me, and something you really want."

Joel didn't say anything, I may have doubted my instinct had it not been for one fact. He still hadn't moved. My ass remained hovering inches from his face.

"Honestly, just admit..."

Prrrbbb

"...you have..."

Pffftttt

"...a fart fetish".

PPRRRRRRPPPBBBBB

With each toxic blast Joel closed his eyes and sniffed deeply. When the last fart ended he looked up at me. Eyes watering. Clearly conflicted to unload his biggest secret. As seconds ticked like an eternity, the silence lingering along with the smell of my farts in the air, Joel eventually reached for his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. I could see it pressed hard against the waistband of his jeans. That moment of pleasure must have tipped him over, he looked at my ass and whispered, "I have a fart fetish". And with that he dove in, sniffing the back of my joggers and getting his nose up in my crack. "Thank you!"

I lay there, proud of myself as Joel pigged out. "You're welcome...

PPPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTT

...what are friends for?"

[sweptawayghost]

In Dreams Pt.1

PAIRING: Joel Miller X Reader

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Joel Miller is down bad for the first time in a long time. After him and Ellie arrive and settle into life in Jackson, Joel is itching to get out. He becomes your patrol partner but he could be so much more if you give him the chance.

Hello!!! 

This is my first time writing any kind of fan fiction so please be nice. I'm a huge fan of The Last Of Us and a major Joel Miller apologist. God, I love that man. Lots of Joel's inner thoughts. NO USE OF Y/N. W/c 4.1K

Anyway, I wanted to write a series and I had a hard time laying the groundwork but baby I got dirty things brewing. No warnings for this one but I will mention any trigger points in the future. Anything Written like this {Italic} indicated Joel's inner thoughts

CHAPTER WARNING: Mention of male masturbation, mentions of alcohol, Age gap

Joel Miller was down bad. 

He found himself wondering how far too many times. He was sure he'd sworn off love and romance but then there you were. With your toothy grins and your warm palms. Eyes that made him feel safe and seen. 

Your laugh filled his ears and swelled his heart. He would do anything to be in the same room as you, he would move where you move, he would go where you go, He could listen to you talk about anything and nothing as long as you kept looking at him and laughing at his jokes. 

He wishes he could tell you right now how badly he wanted you. He wishes he could let you know how important you were to him, how he would move mountains if it would make you smile. 

He hoped you would see how much Ellie loved you.

Joel saw the spark return to her eyes thanks to you. He loved that you cared about her so much, as if she was the most precious and fragile thing in the world. 

How you fed her, brushed her hair for her. You happily opened your home to her when you knew Joel would be gone for a night or so just to make sure she wouldn't be alone. 

There were just certain things that Joel couldn't provide for Ellie. But He knew you could. He wanted you to be in her life regardless of how he felt for you and how you felt for him. How do you feel about me? 

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He sat with Tommy in the Tipsy Bison one fall afternoon, the sun was sinking down behind the hills, the cool breeze whipped and swerved around the town centre. The Trees with their many hues of orange hung lazily ready to be whisked away.  

The town prepared for the cold months that were to come, fixing and unblocked gutters, salted and jerked meats, pickled and preserved anything they could. prepared the garden beds in the greenhouses for new crops to come, pulling weeds and turning soil. It didn't feel rushed or urgent, it felt like a normal town, on a normal day, in a normal world.

Joel and Ellie had all but settled into Jackson by now, not like they had a lot to unpack when they arrived. He remembers one of the first nights they had come back. The feeling of the hot water on his skin made him want to cry. He had a chance to wash away all the blood, all the grime, the sweat, the shame, the guilt, the tightness in his chest and the pain in his heart. 

Tommy had handed him a large crate when they arrived. Soaps, toothbrushes and toothpaste, Conditioner and shampoo in solid bars, lip balms, razors. Simple items that were worth more than gold. Most of the items were handmade and imperfect in shape which made them seem even more special. Someone made this for you. 

There were also a number of clothing items given to them, shirts, pants, socks and underwear, jackets, even a few dresses that Ellie all but discarded in the back of her wardrobe. 

It felt odd to be given so much when he had taken so much. 

Stop thinking about it. 

 he wanted to make himself useful, he didn't want to sit still anymore, he wanted to move, to distract his mind. He started to worry about what Jackson would do to him in the long run. Would it take off his edge that kept him and Ellie alive all this time? What would happen if it burnt to the ground? He didn't want to put Ellie through anything more than she had already had to endure. 

He felt naked without his pistol glued to his hip, exposed, vulnerable. He wasn't used to people smiling at him on the streets, raising an arm to wave or finding cooked meals or small gifts on his front door step. Those first few weeks were a lot to adjust to. He wondered how Ellie was handling it. She seemed closed off and quiet. She's worried about fitting in. Joel thought to himself. Teenage girls are still teenage girls after all. 

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“So your patrol partner…” Tommy sat looking from his glass across the table at his older brother “ you’ll like her, she's a bit rough around the edges at first but she's got a good head on her. She just weary of people '' Tommy spoke with a small smile on his lips but drew his eyes back to his glass. As if thinking back on you with fond memories.

Tommy had taken Joel out for the first few weeks. He had learnt the ropes quickly, to be honest there wasn't much to get, it was straight forward and it was what Joel was good at. He knew the job wasn’t for everyone but he knew he was damn near built for it. 

He wasn't particularly worried about getting a new partner, he and his brother worked well together. The communication was little but clear, a nod of the head, a knowledge of the others limits, no need to make small talk and comfortable silences.but damn did Tommy know how to get on Joel's nerves. 

He was more worried about whether his partner would crumble under pressure. If they would make stupid moves and get one or both of them killed. What would happen to Ellie? 

“Is that your subtle way of tellin’ me she a bitch?” He raised an eyebrow at his brother. 

“Some would say” is the only reply he was offered

Some would say. 

But Tommy wouldn't. Good sign.

“She aint real good at small talk either” Tommy mumbled from the rim of his glass before he sipped back the amber liquid. 

“She’s good quality” a smile hung from his lips “she’ll just say some shit that’ll catch you off guard” 

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He woke up with a tightness in his chest. Like he does most mornings. As the soft glow from his window floods his room he stills the thumping in his chest, rubbing small circles to alleviate the ache.

He sits up and lets reality wash over him. It's okay.

It feels wrong to feel safe. 

He went about his normal routine he had set up for himself, any distraction from the nightmare he awoke from. Get up. Get dressed. Get to it. Coffee was a non negotiable, even the instant stuff was doing it for him these days. He slowly opened the front door, ultra aware of the creaks of the old home he now called his. He found himself thinking about the family who lived there before him. Stop 

Stepping onto the front porch with socked feet. He let the steam of the coffee swirl around his face as he inhaled the chilled morning air. Seeing the street lights glow softly as the morning creeps over the hills. Jacksons main street was a few blocks over and he could hear soft murmuring of people start to make their way into the mess hall for breakfast before starting their daily assignments. It reminded him of before. 

He could almost imagine that the last 20 years were just a really bad, really vivid dream. 

The sounds of a neighbourhood waking up to begin their day. The sound of gravel crunching in the distance, a soft yell from the other side of main street, the sound of his neighbours walking around the upper level of their home. All once familiar sounds to Joel. All sounds that now feel alien. 

He let his chin drop to his chest and began slowly moving it from side to side to relieve some tension, noticing a large hole in one of his woollen socks right at the big toe. The padding on the heel is also threatening to split open any day now. 

Moments like this were scary for Joel. moments of silence. Moments when he could let his mind wander because he didn't have urgency at his back, he wasn't being chased down the street by a horde of infected or being shot at by a group of raiders, he wasn't doing supply run with the threat of a QZ guard blowing his head off if he got caught and he wasn't lying in the woods wide awake all night to make sure Ellie was safe as she slept a few feet away from him.  

No. Joel Miller, for the first time in a long time, was safe. 

His attention snapped up quickly when he heard a slam a few doors up from him. He let the goosebumps run down his spine as the thought faded from his mind. 

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When Joel arrived at the gates of Jackson to meet his patrol partner he wasn't expecting… Well, you. You greeted him with a simple nod of your head and handed him the reins of a horse. He looked down at your extended hand, small cuts and scrapes that covered your skin, they looked soft but worked. He grabbed the reins from you and let his eyes jump to yours. 

In the low morning light, your face serious but soft, your eyes beamed up at him. You were younger than him, a hell of a lot younger, that much he could see. He wondered what you'd be like out there. What kind of person is he stuck with for the next few hours?  Would you run at the first sign of trouble? Or worse, someone who wouldnt shut the fuck up and would rather spew bullshit then sit with the silence. 

“You a decent shot?” His voice came out low almost like a whisper, all thick with sleep that still lingered in his lungs.

You gave a small huff as you turned to mount your horse and only looked at him, without saying a word. 

You made him a little nervous. This he could admit to himself. He couldnt put his finger on it right away but as you continued on your patrol that day he started to work it out. You had already checked out the weapons and saddled the horses before he reached the gates that morning, You had taken the lead on the trails, you didn't offer him your hand or even said hello for that matter, You hadn't spoken a word to him full stop. Did you think you were too good to talk to him or give him the time of day? Did you think he was incapable or stupid?

Incapable. Useless. Ineffective. No, surely not. You were just some girl, what did you know about me? 

As these thoughts swamped his brain he became overly aware of every move he made, any noise he made, he felt like he was under a microscope with you.

 Every now and again he would feel you looking at him as you slowed to ride beside him, he tried to catch your eyes. It made him sweaty, uncomfortable and restless. Why are you so nervous? Why do you care if she likes you or not? you're working together not getting married.

Neither of you had made an attempt at small talk. He didn't even know your name until you had been out for several hours and that was only because communication was mandatory at that moment. 

“Im Joel by the way” He offered you. The response you gave was only a look that said yeah I know dumb ass

That was the last time he tried to talk to you. You made him feel small and like his presence was unnecessary. He was meant to be the stoic one, the quiet one, the protector, the one who takes the lead, not some girl 30 years younger than him. 

Tommy had been right, you had a good head on your shoulders and while your silence unsettled him to a degree he did feel safe, you weren't distracted and you weren't distracting him. Right?

He didn't like being the one on the outs as much as he would protest that he didn't care and didn't need people to like him. For some reason he wanted you to like him. He wanted you to talk to him at least. 

The rest of the patrol was uneventful. You were good, he did what he could although he just felt like a supporting act to you. An odd feeling stirred in his gut when he looked at you. Everytme he let his eyes wander over your form he noticed small details.

Your cheeks were flushed as the cold afternoon wind whipped past you. You were swimming in the sweater you wore, small mended patches where you had repaired holes in the ageing fabric. The way you would adjust your backpack periodically, cracking your back in the process.He liked the way you smelt when you walked close to him or when the wind changed in his direction. Small things. He wondered what you would notice about him.

You still held a stony expression as you approached the gates of jackson. While he felt relieved to get out of your presence he also wanted to look at you more. He wished he could pause you just to study your expression. 

You held your expression when you looked up at him. He looked back blankly at you before he noticed you had extended your hand out in front of you towards him. He glanced down at your hand and then back to your face, he shot you a confused look.

“The horse” you gesture with your eyebrows and a small tilt of your head towards the reins that he still held. 

“Unless you wanna hold hands” you said with a small smile on your face. She smiled at you

He handed the softened leather rein to you, he looked back at you and returned a lazy grin. You turned and began to walk towards the stables with a horse on either side. 

“Do you need help getting back or do you think you've got it under control?” you asked him with a slight turn of your shoulder. 

“Im good” was all he could muster with a small crack in his voice. 

But that didn't matter because you smiled at him. 

Joel thought about you as he walked back to the Bison, he couldn't stop the way his lips curled at the corners as he walked, Kicking up dirt and rocks as he went, hands in his pockets and head hung low. He thought about the flutter of your lashes. He thought about the strands of hair that fell in your face when you bent over. He thought about the way the strap of your rifle hugged your shoulder. He thought about the hushed tone of your voice when you spoke to him. He thought about the way you looked at him over your shoulder and the way your cheeks flushed when you caught his eyes already on you.  

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“How was it?” Tommy had asked him as he honed in on the bowl of stew, he held it close to his chest as if someone would swipe it from him if he didnt. 

“It was fine” was the only reply Joel was willing to give. She makes me feel like she doesn't need me.

Tommy raised his eyes from his meal to peer at his brother. He rested the bowl in his hands down on the table. 

“Really? Just fine” He said it like he was digging for more.  

“Nothing interesting happen that you wanna tell me about?” Joel only raised an eyebrow in place of a reply. 

“Yeah Tommy we had so much fun, we sang songs and picked flowers and braided each other's hair” Joel spat at him with annoyance. 

“No, nothing interesting happened” Tommy’s expression didn’t change at Joel's words, he had a lopsided grin glued to his face.

“It's just that you haven't whipped that smirk off your face since you walked in” 

“Fuck off” 

When Joel woke up the next morning he didn't feel as tired as he usually does, his back didn't feel as ache as it normally did and tightness in his chest felt lighter than most days. His mind felt quieter than usual. The normal shouting and screaming was dulled by miles of distance.

He chalked it up to having something to occupy his time, keeping him busy so his brain had less time to spiral. Get up. Get dressed. Get to it. He got his coffee and returned to his place on the porch once again, he absorbed the sounds, the smells, the houses around his own, the sharp feeling of the cold morning on his skin. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his head. He could hear music, the crunch of stone, the shower running from inside the house, the neighbour walking around the second floor. 

“Morning Miller” the sound of your voice pulling him out of his daydream, He opened his eyes to see you standing at the foot of his porch. 

“You busy today?” 

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That was the first time you had taken Joel out on a non official patrol. He remembers the sun beaming down on his back and sweat beads forming in his hairline as you walked side by side along the overgrown trail. The pack on his back felt lighter today, The weight of the gun on his shoulder was eased and the throbbing in his feet was a faded tickle. 

He liked walking beside you. He liked the way your hair fell. He liked the way you smelt. He liked to watch the smile grow on your face when you looked at him. He liked the way you looked at him.

“ Why invite me out today?” he asked “given how talkative you were yesterday” 

You laughed and looked up at him. He wondered if he mistook your seriousness for dislike. 

You let your eyes fall back to the trail. Some of the behaviours Joel noticed yesterday returned, you adjusted your backpack and he heard the snap of your spine in the process.

“I'm sorry about that” You winced when you spoke, your eyes lifting slightly from the trail to gauge your next move and secure your footing "In a world where women like me are beaten down, stolen away, used and left for dead…” Joel peered down at you when you stopped, you refused to meet his gaze as you spoke “I want people to see me as a threat before they see me as anything else"  

Fuck

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Once you arrived back in Jackson you had asked him to walk you home. The idea of spending more time with you made his heart jump and even with the ache in his back returning and a throbbing pain in his knee, he would walk to the other side of the country with you if you asked. 

He followed you up your porch stairs taking in the exterior of your home. It was small, the front steps bowed from years of pressure and use. The paint on the weather boards peeling and faded with time. The elements had not been kind to a lot of the homes in Jackson, Joel had spent a lot of time looking around his own home and thinking of all the things he would do if he had the resources. It didn't stop at his own and soon he was imagining renovating half the town. 

Your front wire door looked like it was hanging on by a thread and one of the gutters that ran down the side of your home was all but rusted out. 

He stopped when he reached the top step and watched you shove the front door open with your shoulder. You dropped your bag to the left of the door and kicked your boots off to the right. He watched you disappear into the house, he could still hear your voice as he approached the front door, not stepping over the threshold but he wanted to get a glance at your home, it was almost like eavesdropping on a secret or reading someone's diary.  

You didn't invite him in but you also didn't tell him not to come in. I'm just looking. 

Old books sprayed out on the ground near the fireplace, balls of yarn and half finished projects laid out on the daybed in the corner of the room. The whole room was lit up in a soft yellow glow from the afternoon sun, it looked like a home, it looked warm and inviting. He could imagine you sitting on the sofa with a blanket wrapped up around your shoulders, half asleep with a book in your hand or laid out next to the fire, the peaks of your face highlighted in the soft glow of the flames. 

“What are you smiling about?” you asked looking up at where he stood in the door jam. 

“Just lookin” he replied. He felt his palms go sweaty as if he was caught doing something he shouldn't have.   

He looked down at the item you had extended out towards him. You were holding a bottle, the label all but worn off from age and water damage. The seal on the top had been broken and the lid had dents and scratches on it. It looked like it had been used before and once opened used again and again. Take the bottle you moron.

“Thank you” He said as he reached for the bottle “its real nice of you” 

Joel didn't know it at the time but this would be the first of many gifts you would bestow upon him and Ellie. The next thing you would do would be mending his clothes including the socks he was currently wearing.

After that you would be lending him tools and teaching Ellie how to sew ‘a skill that everyone should know’ you would tell her. 

He would come over in the coming days and clean out your gutters before the weather turned and sunny clear days would be consumed by grey skies and rain. He would rip out rotten floor boards on your front porch and replace rusty nails. You would bring him home made meals or fresh bread to which he would invite you in and you would accept without a second thought. He loved how at home you seemed kicking off your shoes and leaving them next to his, throwing your jacket on the back of his couch or hanging it over his. 

He didn't know it now but soon he would be showing you chords on the guitar and swapping books with you. He would be following you out for more non official patrols, sometimes for days at a time, looking for supplies in dilapidated barns and old properties that have been lost to the elements. He would be coming over to your house to drag Ellie home when she was trying to avoid doing homework.

“You need me to help you get home?” a bashful smile laced your face, Joel couldn't tell if you were just flushed from the warmth of your home or if you were blushing. You brushed past him in the doorway and raised your arm with a pointed finger past his shoulder down the street.

Joel’s eyes followed your finger down the street. Seven houses were all that separated you, seven houses and across the street.

“See you neighbour” 

As Joel walked home he couldn't drop the stupid smile that hung from his lips. He slowed his steps as he walked, observing the bottle in his hand as he went. People started returning from assignments to rejoin their families, others turning straight for the Bison in favour of a drink. He listened to distant sounds of children laughing and playing in the streets. The sounds of a neighbourhood filled the air but all Joel could think about was the smile you gave him and the way you looked at him.

///

That was the first night that Joel dreamt about you. It was the first night you pulled him out of a bad dream and you didn't even know it. It was the first night that he went to sleep with your face glued to the back of his eyelids. When he woke up in the middle of the night you were the first thing on his mind. When he closed his eyes and pulled his cock out of his boxers and started jerking himself off he saw your face. What are you doing Joel? He saw your smile and the strands of hair that stick to your forehead. He pictured you laid out by your fireplace with his lips pressed to your neck as you moaned his name. 

Just once, get it out of your system. She’s attractive, I'm only human. It's fine. 

“Just once” he whispered to himself in the silence of his room. 

[featherandferns]

daylight - five

jj maybank x fem!reader | part 5 of the daylight series | read part 4 here

content warnings: sexual content (f receiving); alcohol

word count: 3k.

blurb: after avoiding JJ for a week, the two of you end up trapped together in the Chateau during a storm.

Whilst Mimsy’s advice was golden, you promptly ignored it. Avoided JJ like the plague. Bailed on nearly every Pogue meeting: met with the group one-on-one instead. He’d texted you a few times, checking if you were okay, asking if you were sick, offering to come around, apologising for the other night. You rarely replied, and if you did they were simple answers that left no room for further questions. I’m fine. Not sick, don’t worry. Just been busy. It's all good, I forgot all about it! 

But you hadn’t. 

That one fleeting touch of JJ’s hand on your chest had replayed in your mind like you were some budding virgin who had never been touched by another human before in your life. It was truly pathetic. The porn that got your body burning was the thing that a nun would gloss over without pause. You loathe yourself. 

It’s stupid, really. You’d decided that maybe Mimsy was right. Maybe it was time to stop punishing yourself for Tyler, for the damage he inflicted. Maybe it was time to remember that all people are different people, and the acts of one careless man doesn’t equal the acts of another. But then you thought about it, really thought about it, and the thought of being so open like that with another person terrified you. Made you sick. Love was bad but heartbreak was worse, and you had a habit of falling hard and fast. If JJ wanted casual, you couldn’t do that. You felt too much for him already. Sleeping with him would only make it worse. But if JJ wanted serious, you couldn’t do that either. And so, you were at a stalemate. 

“Can’t I just give you it tomorrow?” you ask Kiara over the phone. 

“No! Cause you’ll quote-unquote ‘forget’ and go another week with it!” 

“It’s a good camera!”

“Yes, that’s why I want it back,” Kiara laughs. 

Sighing, you smile. “Fine. I’ll drop it at the Chateau, though. That hurricane’s getting close and I don’t wanna get caught out near Figure Eight.”

“Alright, that works for me,” Kie agrees. “You talk to JJ yet?”

“Sure,” you lie. 

She sighs. “What is going on with you two? I know he can be a dumbass; did he yell at you or something?”

After knowing JJ for close to two months, you had seen his temper. It was short and explosive, and at times, scary. But he came down regretful for the things he did and said, and you’d learnt just like the others to understand it. 

“No, he didn’t yell. It’s nothing. We’re fine, really,” you tell her. 

Kie hums and you know she isn’t convinced. Grabbing your shoes, you say, “look, I’ll head to the Chateau now before the storm hits and leave your camera for you.”

“Icon. Thank you!”

“Talk soon,” you say before hanging up.

With Kie’s camera in your trademark backpack, you head downstairs. Leaving a note on the kitchen for your parents and pulling a thin raincoat over your sweats and crop-tee, you penny board to the Chateau. The journey is familiar now, the same way heading to and from the local store in Vancouver was less than a year ago. As you walk up, you find the Twinkie missing. 

“John B? You home?” you call as you pass through the door. Nobody answers.

You head to the table and place Kiara’s camera down, then send a photo to her as proof. Before you make the journey back home, errand now complete, you use the bathroom and raid the cupboard for a snack. As you pull back the wrapper on a month-out-of-date clif bar, the sky grumbles menacingly. You stare up at the ceiling when it does as if it might be to blame. Suddenly, everything is dark. Grey clouds loom overhead and cast the world in gloom. More thunder follows, and the distant flash that you catch through the window hints of lightning. You hadn’t managed to skip the storm.

“Shit.”

Through the tantrum of nature, the high-pitched humming of a motor passes through. You venture to the front door of the Chateau, wondering whether John B has come back. When JJ rounds the corner, your stomach drops like a black bear has wandered into sight. The rain has started now, pelting hard and heavy pellets, and JJ cusses as he rushes up the steps. He nearly jumps out of his skin when he finally looks up, now in the Chateau.  

“Jesus Christ!”

“Sorry.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he repeats, perhaps a little dramatic. 

You roll your eyes and tug your raincoat off over your head. It’s not like you’re going anywhere anytime soon: mother nature had decided so. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Where the fuck have you been?” JJ asks, frowning at you. 

You shrug. “At home.”

“Oh. Yeah, duh, how dumb of me,” JJ sarcastically mumbles. You head into the kitchen for a soda and JJ is hot on your trail. “I’ve been hitting you up for like a week and you’ve been ignoring me.”

“I replied to you.”

“Yeah with like two word responses. I’ve heard dogs talk more,” JJ fires back.

Once your hand is safely removed from the fridge, JJ slams it shut. It catches your attention; forces you to look up at his face. “It’s about what happened in the van, isn’t it?”

“JJ, grow up,” you say. 

“That’s not a no.”

“Because it’s a stupid question,” you reply. “I’m not twelve years old, JJ.”

“Don’t need to tell me that,” he mumbles. You pass him by, heading for the sofa whilst JJ stands in the kitchen and stares at you. “So that’s that?”

“I guess,” you say with a shrug, sipping your soda. 

He stares some more and then scoffs. You know he’s annoyed. His jaw clenches and he glances off to the hallway of the cabin. You take his distraction to remind yourself of his body. Of how fucking gorgeous he is. 

“What? What’s wrong?” you can’t help but ask. 

JJ shakes his head. He purses his lips, calms himself, and looks to you. “You hurt my feelings.”

On the surface, it sounds like an immature statement. The sort of thing a child would say to another on the playing field, after shunning them out of an imaginary game. But not now, not here. You knew more than most how much hurt feelings can wound. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologise, and you hope it sounds as genuine as it is. 

JJ contemplates before nodding. He heads over to you and sits beside you on the sofa. Kicks his feet up on a dining chair as he reclines into the sofa. 

“Do you forgive me?”

“I will if you give me a sip of your drink,” he mumbles. You hand him the can and watch him begin to drink. Your face contorts with horror as JJ backwashes into the can, a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“JJ! Ew!” 

He splutters a laugh as you snatch your drink back. It’s spoiled now. You glare at him and ditch it on the floor. Smack his shoulder jovially.

“Dumbass.”

The storm reigns on and for a while the two of you sit side by side listening to its petrifying symphony. Lightning flashes through the windows and illuminates the cabin for a fraction of a second, time and time again. It feels nice being in JJ’s company again. He calms you somehow, even in silence. Maybe it’s his smell, but if you admit that, you may sound a little insane or creepy. But the calm is only momentary. Soon you’re losing yourself to your thoughts, given too much freedom with the quiet. Thoughts of him. Thoughts which turn to glances, which turn to longing and yearning and…

“Wanna play a board game?” you blurt out. 

JJ quirks a brow at you, hitting his vape. “Sure. What game?”

You get up and head to the rickety wooden shelves, inspecting the games John B has. Most look thrifted. Jenga, Twister, Monopoly…

“Trivial Pursuit?”

JJ sniggers. “I don’t think either of us are smart enough for Trivial Pursuit.”

A hand slowly rises to your chest in mock offence. “Ouch.”

You slide the game out as JJ gets up and transforms the sofa into a pullout. The power is holding up good enough so far, in the summer storm turned hurricane. Taking a blanket, you cosy up on the couch and set up the game. JJ takes the time to retrieve a beer. You each take a game piece and fall into the game. It only takes about five rounds for JJ to be proven right: trivia was neither of your strong suits. 

You grab a card from the pile, reading out the trivia question. “What distance is the earth to the sun?”

JJ’s face contorts in bewilderment. “What kind of dumbass question is that?”

“A trivia one,” you say, watching him with a smile.

“I don’t fucking know. A hundred?”

“A hundred what?”

“Miles?”

You blink at him. “A hundred miles? From our planet to a huge ball of gas?”

“Who’s actually measured it, that’s what I want to know,” JJ says.

“Scientists.”

“But like how?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh, leaning back on the sofa. “With science, I guess. Answer the question.”

“‘With science’. ‘With science’?”

“Shut up.”

“Didn’t know I was in the presence of a genius,” JJ announces.

You roll your eyes and prod him with your toe through your blanket, careful not to knock over the pile of trivia cards. “Answer!”

“This game is dumb. Why couldn’t we just play strip poker?”

“Jesus Christ – answer the question!”

“I did! One-hundred miles!”

“That’s such a dumb guess!” you laugh, placing the card at the bottom of the pile.

“Was it right?”

“No!”

By now you’re in hysterics, shaking your head. JJ’s watching you, sniggering away. He takes another swig of his beer and offers the bottle to you. You have a sip. JJ’s still watching you. Swallowing, you quirk a brow. 

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, what is it? Is there something on my face?”

“No, no,” JJ says, stopping your wiping of your cheeks. “You’re just really fucking pretty.”

Your body chills like a winter breeze hit. Smiling bashfully, you glance down. “Oh. Thank you.”

“Course,” JJ replies. He takes the bottle back gently and has another sip. Clearing his throat, he grabs another trivia card. “Alright, uh, what we got here? Who wrote the novel ‘Pride and Prejudice’?”

“Jane Austen,” you reply. 

“Yep,” he says, returning the card to the pile.

And just like that, the moment has passed, and you’re only slightly surprised to realise how much you wished it hadn’t. 

You wordlessly take another ‘cheese piece’ for your counter. JJ takes the dice and rolls and as you wait for them to land, everything suddenly goes pitch black. You let out a screech as it does. 

“Oh shit,” you hear JJ say. 

“What happened?” you ask, though the answer is obvious. 

“Power went out,” JJ says. “Shit.”

You feel the pull out move and you flail a hand out, grabbing his t-shirt with your fist. “Don’t go.”

“I’m just gonna try and find some candles or a flashlight or something.”

“Wait, can you just…Can you stay until my eyes adjust, at least?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, course.”

JJ settles back into his spot. There’s the clink of his beer bottle carefully finding place on the floor. His hand gently pats around before landing on your leg. 

“You’re shaking.”

“I don’t like the dark,” you tell him. You’re waiting for him to laugh but he doesn’t. Instead, he coaxes you closer to him. 

“Come here.”

You comply. Shuffle until you can feel JJ’s body pressed against yours. You slowly, nervously lower your head onto his upper chest. The sensation of his chest rising and falling evenly calms your panic. You’d never grown out of your fear of the dark. It was stupid, something Tyler used to tease you for, but you couldn’t help it. Even still, you slept with some form of nightlight. JJ’s fingers begin to stroke the back of your hand. And just as his accidentally grope of your tit had, his barely-there touch turns you on. 

But this time you don’t flinch away. Don’t panic and startle and spiral. 

Maybe it’s the black out serving as some sort of safety net, or the storm making you feel disconnected from the world, or maybe just the effect of JJ in general, but you find yourself moving to face him. At least, what you assume is him. Eyes slowly adjusting, you can make out the vague silhouette of his face. Lord knows you’ve stared at him enough times to make good guess work of where his lips are. You lean forward so slow, you can convince yourself you’re not at all.

Your lips press against his lower lip tentatively. Testing the waters.

This close, you can hear when JJ’s breath catches in his throat.

You wait for JJ's next move.

JJ’s hand lands on the back of your head, returning your lips to his frantically. It’s messy and sloppy as the two of you kiss. Teeth and lips and hands, which caress down your body, grabbing greedily at your skin, landing on your ass to lift you into his lap. He’s getting harder and harder with each kiss, each brush of your tongues. You gasp a moan against his lips. Leaning back for air, swishing your hair from off your face and shoulders, you finally get to see how it feels to have your hands around his neck. Plant your fingers there, one by one,. JJ’s panting, his hands restlessly tracing your body. Reconnecting your lips with his, he mumbles against them. One word.

“Yes.”

His grip is tenderly mean in your hair as he pries you away to only plant kisses down your neck. Maybe he has a fascination with yours just as you do with his…JJ’s cold hands thrill your body as they slip under your shirt. Blunt finger nails rake soothingly against your back, juxtaposing the assault on your throat that has you whining and gasping. Fuck, you forgot how good this is. How good it feels to have another person pressed up against you. Touching you. You instinctively rock against his crotch. JJ groans, head dropping onto your shoulder. His fingernails press harder and it makes you grin. Leaning down to his earlobe, you kitten lick the skin just below. You feel him shudder under you. You tease your teeth against the lobe before gently catching it between your teeth. JJ lets out a moan. 

“You like that?” you whisper into his ear. 

“Yes,” he mumbles. You let out a gasp when he tugs at your hair once more, pulling you to face him. Now you can make out his eyes. They’re hooded. Crinkled like they do when he smiles. “You like being in control or something?”

“Or something…” you reply, finding your own smile. 

“Just like I said,” JJ says, eyes flitting down to your lips. “Exactly my type.”

His hands slide down from your ass to the back of your quads, and he practically tosses you onto your back. You land just shy of the game board. Can hear the cards and game pieces scatter. JJ unconcernedly brushes it away, making the two of you laugh, breathless. Then his lips are back on yours, figure looming over you, and you let your hands venture up along his body. His gaping t-shirt grants you expanse of his skin. It’s soft under your touch, ripples from it, rises and falls with his breathes. JJ pushes your shirt up and kisses down your sternum, down your chest, towards your crotch. And now, without him desperately close, despite his attention to your body, you feel lost. In the pitch black, you can confuse JJ with someone else. 

Tyler. 

No, no, it’s not. It’s JJ. You can smell his cologne. Feel the cool metal of his rings against your burning skin. Yes, JJ. 

“JayJ?” you mumble, fingers tethering into his hair. 

“Mmm,” he hums against your skin. Yes, it’s JJ. His fingers hook into the band of your sweats and he lowers them down your legs. Presses wet, open mouthed kisses to the newly revealed skin that you’d caught him staring at too many times to count. 

And you should be enjoying it. Should be turned on beyond belief, desperate for his touch or his mouth or something on your aching cunt. But instead you’re just trying to stay present. Drilling it into your head that it is him, that it is JJ, that this is different. It makes no sense. Tyler never abused you. Never too advantage of you. Or did he? Did he–

No, not Tyler. JJ. The same JJ who’s mumbling things against your thigh, dragging your panties down your legs. 

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy…”

But when he teases a finger to your folds, you’re dry. JJ pauses. 

“You okay?”

“Mhm,” you hum. Now your brain is busy with panic. He’s been turning you on like crazy so why the fuck is your body not doing what it’s supposed to do? Embarrassment stings your eyes. This has never happened before. Never. JJ continues to ease his finger up and down but to no avail. He shifts up your body, kissing delicately at your neck.  

“Are you…not into this or?” JJ tentatively asks. 

“No, I am, I just–” You cut yourself off with an exasperated sigh. Gently pushing JJ off you, you shift to sit up, hiding your burning face in your hands despite the black out. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why.”

“It’s alright. Hey, no, it’s alright, don’t worry,” JJ reassures.

As you tug your shirt down, JJ climbs off the pull-out. You hear his footsteps depart. You busy yourself with pulling your sweatpants back up. A flashlight guides JJ’s return. You squint when he shines it directly in your face. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, flicking it back down to the floor. He steps over the mess of the board game and joins you on the sofa. Passes you his half drunk bottle of beer and the alcohol helps wash away the initial sting of embarrassment. In the shadow of his flashlight, you still see his boner through his sweatpants and you instantly feel guilty for accidentally blue-balling him. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeat. 

“Don’t apologise,” JJ chuckles. He takes the beer back when you offer it to him. Has a swig. 

“S’just embarrassing,” you mumble. 

“Nah. Guess it’s just like ED for a guy,” JJ thinks aloud. 

“Oh, and ED isn’t embarrassing?” you half-heartedly joke. 

JJ chuckles. “Alright, fair point. But you don’t gotta be embarrassed with me. It’s cool.”

You nod. The two of you sit there in the pitch-black as the storm billows on outside. You look out the window. The wind throws twigs and sticks and leaves around; you can see it through the porch netting. 

“Did I ever tell you about when I lost my virginity?” JJ asks. 

You snort and look to him. “Yeah, funny enough, that never came up in any of our conversations.”

JJ smiles, amused. “Fair point.”

He relaxes against the back of the sofa and you decide to join him, settling your head against his chest. One of his hands loops around your body, fingers stroking your thigh over your sweatpants soothingly. 

“I was fourteen.”

“Fourteen?”

“I was an early bloomer, I guess,” JJ replies, making you chuckle quietly. “There was this smokin’ Toron visiting the island. I mean, not as hot as you, but a close second - I’m not gonna lie. Way better than what my thirteen-year-old wet dreams cooked up.”

“Gross,” you cringe, scrunching up your nose. 

“So, I started talking to her and she asked if I had...and I hadn’t, and neither had she and…Yeah. And then, when it came down to it, and we were macking and stuff, I couldn’t get it up.”

You shift to look up to him, lips apart. “Wait, really?”

“I’m dead serious,” JJ chuckles. “I was flippin’ out cause I’d never had a problem with it before.”

“What happened? Did you guys end up calling it off or…”

“Well,” JJ says, scratching the back of his neck, “the problem seemed to go away after she showed me her tits but–”

“Ah. That makes sense,” you snigger. 

“But the point is, it happens to all of us,” JJ tells you. “So, you don’t gotta be embarrassed.”

“Well, thanks,” you hum. Snuggling your head against his shirt, your eyes slip shut. The madness of the storm was strangely soothing. “I’m sorry for disappearing, JayJ.”

“It’s alright,” JJ says quietly. “I do it too, sometimes. When I need to think or it gets too much.”

The two of you understand one another. Guarded behind self-built walls of which only the other seemed to have the sledgehammer for. It's something you want to talk about more but with your eyes closed, in the comfort of JJ’s hold, you find yourself drifting away into sleep.  

read part six here!

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[animeangel21]

Gym day.

Summary: in which you go to the gym with your significant other cause he wanted you to join. He failed to mention just how many women actually ogle him when he’s there and you just have to prove a point and show that he’s all yours.

-slightly suggestive content nothing too extreme!

Starts below the cut

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Enjoy.

You’d finally found the time to go to the gym with him and never really went cause it was quite boring to you. You used to go a lot at first when you met him and once he started working and staying out late at night he had to start going in the morning.

You both would go at night when it was empty and less people around which gave him the opportunity to mess around with you from time to time, smacking your ass while you squat, pretending to bang you when you’d bend over and pick something up or while you were stretching, all the dumb shit.

“It’s not that bad baby, kakucho will be there, plus you can do what all those other women do and just run on the treadmill and talk shit, or ogle me” he said and you smacked his shoulder.

“Hey! First of all, they better not ogle you and I didn’t wake up this early to run on a treadmill I will walk though.” He just shrugged his shoulders and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

“They do ogle me and it’s fucking weird I ignore them though and it makes them very mad.” He said laughing as he pulled into a parking space.

“Yeah well if they do it today I’ll make sure they find another gym.” You laughed with him as well while getting out the car.

He watched you walk in as he got out and you turned around and winked at him. He stared at you in a black zip up jacket and grey leggings that accentuated all your curves that could make any woman in there jealous.

You scanned your little membership card and walked to the locker room to put your belongings away. You saw many women stare at you as you did but kept your head down with a smirk as you folded your zip up and left the cropped long sleeve shirt on. You slipped your sneakers on, grabbed your water bottle and clicked the lock shut and stuffed the key into your pocket.

Once you were on the treadmill so you could warm up before doing anything else you put it on a slow setting, put your headphones in and hit shuffle.

You looked over towards the weights and you could see Rindou spotting kakucho while he was on the bench press.

Maybe he was right, I could ogle him from here and no wonder these women did it too.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you could see a woman on the treadmill next to you. “Sorry to bother, he’s good looking right?” She said and nodded her head in rindous direction.

“Heh, yeah he is I guess.” You said playing along just to see how far you could go with it.

“Good luck with that one, he’s hard headed, doesn’t respond, might have a type.” She tried to size you up subtly with a smile.

“Maybe, have you tried approaching him yourself? Or did he just ignore you?” You asked trying to sound as genuine as possible while trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, he didn’t say anything but just looked away I think I made him nervous. Like I said, he may have a type.” She shrugged her shoulders. She was a bit taller than you, very thin, long dark hair. You smirked to yourself. This was too easy.

“Hmm, you think I could?” You said and she looked over and kinda scoffed.

“I don’t know lets see, go on.” She said and you paused the treadmill and laughed to yourself while walking over.

Him and kakucho were just standing there and you looked back to see the girl whispering to 2 other girls and another 2 watching as well.

You tapped him on the shoulder and slowly slid your hand down his back. “Baby, do me a favor and try to act like you don’t know me but those girls really do think I couldn’t get your number or talk to you so, I think I gotta show em how it’s done.” He just looked down and smiled “ you’re an asshole”

“ I know, can I please get your number though? I think we should go on a date tonight?” You said and he slipped his phone out his pocket and placed it in your hand and he grabbed your phone from your pocket without hesitation.

“Never told me you had a boyfriend? Whose this man that’s your wallpaper y/n?” He said while laughing at you.

“You dork.”

“Let this dork kiss you so that way those hags can stop glaring at us.” He smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into a deep loving kiss.

His hand started to slip and he gave your buttcheek a squeeze.

“Okay too much.” Kakucho said and grabbed your man by the back of his shirt and pulled him away.

You tossed him his phone back and walked over to the shocked group of women.

“How did you..?” She said kinda disappointed.

“Maybe, try asking if he’s in a relationship first, we’ve been dating for a few years now. And he really isn’t all that interested in anyone who isn’t me.” You said simply putting your headphones back in and continuing your warm up.

[jillsandwhichs]

RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection , Chap 1 , Talking Body

Masterlist

Piring: F!reader x Chris Redfield

Summary: Chris finds out about the fact you're insecure about your body and takes matters into his own hands

Status of your guy's relationship in this smutshot: Dating!

WC: 5.5k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Insecurities, Mentions of an ed, Clit rubbing, Dirty talk, P in V, Hair pulling, Praising kink, Breath play & No condom

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The mirror paints a reflection of the body you hate most. Staring back at it, you scoff in disgust. 'How could I let myself get this bad?', you think to yourself. You were wearing a cropped tank top with shorts, considering it was over 80⁰ today. The summer heat is no force to be reckoned with. Even with the AC kicked on in your bedroom, it wasn't going to stop the heat from finding it's way into the apartment. The AC's were practically busted anyhow.

You wandered around your small bedroom, aimlessly thinking about different ways you could view yourself in a more positive fashion. The only source of confidence you ever manage to have is when you're all covered up or directly after a workout. It's not like you're a slob or anything, you don't even understand how you've managed to gain weight. Even so, the flat out disgust you feel about yourself is clear as day.

Pacing around some more, you paused as you watched you dog come running in the room, barking and being obnoxious as ever. "What do you want, boy?" You giggle as you questioned your dog. You and your boyfriend, Chris, recently adopted him from an animal shelter. He was a great way to distract you from your insecurities. You could hear his subtle panting as he made attempts to jump up onto the lifted queen sized bed.

"Oh come here..." You laugh as you pick him up, placing him carefully onto the bed. He must've been over heated from being out in the other room. Your bedroom, the one you share with your boyfriend, is the only room with AC throughout all of the apartment. It was also micro sized so it got cold quickly.

His tounge was out as he rolled around on the bed, his hair shedding & sticking onto it. "Oh whose a good boy?" You snicker, plopping down on the bed beside him but right as you did, you watched as your rolls folded, you felt even more insecure now. This is exactly why you feel better being all covered up. You can't even escape it, not at home, not anywhere. Huffing out softly, you rub your temple firmly, you could just feel the eventual headache coming in.

You remember how you used to not care so much about your body. Hell, once upon a time you've been bigger than this and even now, you aren't even able to be considered chubby. But your mind doesn't allow you to have that positive mindset. Overthinking is a bitch. The only person whose ever there to reassure you is your boyfriend but even then, it's hard believing it, he's just saying that because he's obligated too. Does he not find you gross as well? He has too.

You stared down at your stomach, watching as the two rolls poked out. If you stood up, it wasn't as bad, actually, it was more bearable, but even then it was still upsetting to witness. But sitting down? It was just 100x worse. What haunts you even further is the fact your boyfriend works for the BSAA, all sorts of fit & attractive women work there, like his friend Jill, does he find her more attractive? Does he check her out without knowing? Was this all just deep down a fear of Chris not finding you appealing anymore?

Snapping you out of your trance, your dog barked loudly as your iPhone, which was resting on the entertainment center in front of you began to ring. "Oh just relax, boy." You whisper to your pup, giving him numerous smooches on the head before pushing yourself off of the bed and back onto your small feet. Your phone showed an icon of you & Chris together with formal attire on, that's how you knew it was him. It was his ID photo in your contacts.

Picking your phone up, you accepted the call and put it on speaker. "Hi." You calmly spoke out, waiting from a response on his end. "Hey princess, I'm on my way home now, I was able to clock out early today." Chris said with a loving tone, his voice also sort of distant due to the loud traffic in the background. "Oh, that's good baby, how far are you from home?" "I'd say like ten minutes." He answered your question. "How's the pup doing?" "Great, he's on our bed right now, just loving the AC." You snort out, petting him as you climbed back onto the bed.

A cackle releases from Chris as he hears what you said. "That's good. I'm glad he's settling in well. How are you doing, baby?" He asks, his tone gentle. Chris always makes sure you're okay, it's like he has senses to know when you aren't. "I'm fine, kind of hungry though." "Oh, want me to stop somewhere? I'll get you whatever you'd like." You think about his offer for a second before knowing you had to turn it down. No need to eat for the rest of the day. "No, I'm okay." "Hmm, I'm sure babe." Chris snickers - he can tell you're lying through your teeth.

"But anyways, I'll be home soon babygirl." "Sounds good... I love you." "Love you too baby." Chris cooed before you then ended the call. It was short & sweet. It was 3 PM, you could definitely live without eating for the rest of the day. Maybe you'll even be able to get another work out in. In your head, not eating yet working out will do you just good. It'll help you. Although, whenever you Google whether or not that's a smart strategy, you're just given links to eating disorder websites.

You aren't sure if whether or not you have an ED, your wellness doctor has told you there's a chance, but you feel as though you eat fine enough. It's just some day's are harder than other's. But that's normal. Chris even tells you that he doesn't think you do suffer from one but if you did, he'd help you recover every step of the way. He's really a great boyfriend. He's always there for you. You honestly couldn't have asked for someone better - someone better than him doesn't even exist.

Your dog continuously licked and nipped at you, he was a hyper boy. You were happy with the fact Chris was on board with getting one. You also never knew until recently that your apartment complex allows cat's & dog's. "Oh, you're such a good boy!" You praised him, his tail wagged at an even faster rate now. "Aww, look at you." You muttered to him, your face close to his as he'd occasionally slurp at your face. "Crazy pup." You giggled before lastly getting off of the bed, leaving him by himself to play.

You ambled back over to the mirror in your bedroom, it was long & skinny, it was what you dreamt to be. Chris bought it for you this past Christmas. It wasn't meant to look at and see someone you're ashamed of but to look into it and check yourself out, do your make up and he's put it to use in other ways as well... But, you're appreciative that he bought it, you just wish that every time you passed by it, you wouldn't feel sick to your stomach.

Rolling your eyes, you snatched the white, fuzzy blanket off of your bed and tossed it onto the mirror, that way you wouldn't see yourself as you pass by anymore. It worked. After doing that though, you strolled out of your bedroom and into the kitchen, which was close by, it wasn't that big of an apartment. You used to never care about what you ate & drank but that's different now. You grabbed an ice cold water from the fridge, the feeling of it's coolness on your hand was refreshing. You cannot wait for this heat wave to go away.

Twisting the cap off, you could the crackle as the seal broke. That sound was always satisfying. You took a few teeny tiny sips before putting the bottle back into the door of the fridge. It felt good, the cold liquid seeping down your throat. You felt more hungry now, the last time you ate was earlier this morning and with that, all you even ate was toast with berries. That was enough to get you through the day though. You were gonna be just fine.

"Come out here!" You shouted out to your dog, wanting him to come snuggle with you whilst chilling on the couch. You loved to utilize your living room, you'd sit out there for hour's on end. Chris isn't like that as much. Once he's out of work, he either takes a shower, eats or goes into their bedroom for the rest of the day. You don't blame him though, he's a hard working man and if he wants to relax, then he may do so. You work too, just not at a job like his. It is a lot different. His is way more tough to manage.

Jumping onto the couch, you could hear the sound of your dog's little legs running out to the living room. "Hey buddy!" You chuckled, lifting him up and putting him next to you on the couch. You grabbed the quilt and placed it beside you, making it into a comfy little spot for him to nuzzle into. You wanted to just sit and wind down before Chris gets home. You'll probably cook dinner for him. You don't know what excuse you'll use when you tell him you can't eat.

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As you were still sitting in the same spot, on your iPhone, you heard the sound of the doorknob being twiddled with, you knew Chris home for the night. You felt a surge of warmth within you as the door open and you seen him standing in the doorway, he was still in uniform and he looked so handsome. Chris's eyes trailed up to you as he stuck the house key into his jean pocket. "Hey baby." Chris smiled at you, closing the door and wandering over to you. "Hi." You articulated hushly, standing up and holding your arms out.

Chris wrapped his arms around your lower waist, sighing deeply into the crook of your neck. His breath was hot against it but you didn't mind, you were just happy he was finally home with you. "I missed you." Chris whispered, kissing the side of your head as he pulled away from the hug. "Missed you too." You said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Are you okay?" Chris raised the question to you, concern on his face. "Just tired babe, you know how it is." You reassured him, your arms crossed against your chest. "If you say so." Chris snickered out, his hand going to your cheek & holding it as he gave you a loving, brisk kiss.

"What's that?" You asked as Chris set his bag down and pulled out a paper bag, you couldn't read what it said on it. "It's food, for us, for dinner." Chris said with a tranquil voice as he unbagged it. "Oh... But I told you I wasn't hungry." "Yeah, but you lied." Chris laughed, presenting the bag to her. It was one of your's & his favorites, chicken wings from the local bar. "I wasn't lying. I ate this morning." "Honey, it's almost four now, you're going to it dinner soon." Chris demanded but not meanly, rather lovingly.

You weren't going to fight back. You weren't going to say no to him. You'd probably just have to say you are sick or say you'll eat later. Of course he had to pick up chicken wings from the best spot in town. He knows you've been craving them recently. He's only trying to do good for you but eating like this won't be good. You exhaled shakily before speaking up, "I don't feel very well, do you really think wings will help that?" "Eating will. What's going on with you babygirl?" "Nothing Chris, I think I'm just tired." "Ok babe." Chris mumbled out. He seemed off now. You felt bad for how you got.

Chris placed their food onto the coffee table, along with placing his bag on the couch. He was planning to take a shower but now he was unsure. He was worried about you. He has no recollection of what's going on with you. "You in the mood to take a shower?" "Not right now baby, I was thinking of just laying in bed for awhile." "I wouldn't mind laying in bed with you." Chris smirked and set his hands onto your hips, instantly you felt insecure. Could he tell how chubby you were? You didn't want him to feel your stomach.

You stepped away but very moderately so he wouldn't notice that you didn't wanna have him touch you there. It felt so weird. Being scared of having your own boyfriend touch you, it wasn't something you were used to. Chris didn't catch on, instead he gave you another fast kiss before turning around and convoying towards your guy's shared bedroom. You followed behind him, just wanted to at least be near him.

"So, I'll take you up on that offer of laying in bed." Chris chortled, gazing behind him at you as he entered the bedroom. "I don't mind." You giggled, teasing him right back. It was apart of your guy's love language. Studying the room, Chris took notice of the thick blanket wrapped around the mirror. It confused him. "Why is there a blanket on your mirror?" He questioned you, taking the blanket off of it and throwing it back onto your bed. "I put it there to fix the bed and I never put it back, my bad." You spoke with a blue tone.

Chris stood there, a plain stare as he did so. "You know, I'm not dumb baby." Chris said softly, his hands on his midriff. "What do you mean?" "There's something going on with you, tell me babygirl." Chris pleaded with you, stepping over to you and setting his hands on your hips, this time you didn't move away. There was a ball in your throat, a spiky & round ball. Not literally, but it sure as hell felt like it. It was like barbed wire was surrounding your neck.

"It's really nothing, I'm okay." You insisted but Chris wasn't having it. With both hands, he pulled you closer to him, sliding his left hand up to your face, caressing it carefully. "Talk to me." Chris whispered to you, pressing his forehead to yours. Chris felt like something serious had happened. You think the last thing he imagines is wrong is your own personal insecurities.

"Do you think my body is unattractive? Do you think I'm too big or something?" You asked him, looking down at your feet, you weren't wearing any socks, your toe nails recently got done, no shame in showing them off. "What? Are you being serious princess?" Chris wondered, now both of his hands were running your warm felt cheeks. "Yes, it's a serious question." "Babygirl, I think your body is the most attractive thing in the world. You're so beautiful. Where is this coming from?" He praised you, it made you feel so good on the inside.

You didn't say anything for a good bit. You honestly didn't know what to say. Deep down, there were many reasons. Your mind didn't allow you to live your body for what it was. Not only that, you fear Chris finds the women at work to be more fit & good looking than you. He always reassures you it's the opposite and that he doesn't find any other women even remotely attractive. It's the most heartbreaking feeling, that your partner doesn't find you beautiful anymore.

"I was looking at myself in the mirror today and realized my body isn't how it was when we first started dating. I've gained weight... Not a lot but some..." You explained, it felt so uplifting to get it off your chest. Chris gazed at you and released a quiet snort as he listened to what you were saying. "I think it's so damn sexy that you've gained weight, you're treating it like you're obese or something and even if you were, I'd be here to help you and to take care of you, like any good boyfriend should." Chris told her, playing with her hair somewhat.

"Is this what's been on your mind all day? Your weight? Baby, you're literally breathtaking." He expressed to you, his sweet brown eyes set on your's. "I don't know..." You said with hesitation. "Oh but I know." He reassured you. "What can I do to prove to you I'm right and the wrong?" Chris snickered, letting go of your blushed face. "Nothing... I'll just have to get over it." You complained, rubbing your eyes as if you blind yourself from your body.

"Don't cover the mirror up ever again. You're the most beautiful woman in the world." Chris spoke, stern in his tone. "Come here." Chris mumbled out as he pulled you into a deep & passionate kiss. His hands pulling you into him from your lower back. "Don't talk badly about my girl." Chris chuckled into the kiss, his lips rapid against yours. "Promise me you won't baby." "I promise." You said, you didn't know if you fully meant it or not.

His hands roamed all over your body. Did he truly admire you? Was he being truthful? You hope so. His hands found their way to your ass as he squeezed his hands on it firmly, grunting into the longful kiss. "Mmm." You whimpered, your hands placed on his chest as you randomly scrunched your hands onto his tight shirt. It was a full-on make out now. You didn't mind though. "Chris..." You whispered as his lips trailed from your yearning lips and onto your thin jawline.

"Hmm?" He hummed out, his soothing lips marking their territory on your face. "I want you..." You whispered out, your hands slowly slithering down his chest, to his abs then to his belt. He was wearing a brown leather belt, it was apart of his work gear. "You want me to fuck you?" He panted out, stopping his repeated kisses for now. "Mhm." "I'll fuck you so hard right now if you just tell me it's what you want." He paused, "I'll do anything for you." Chris noted.

"I want you, I want you to fuck me." You begged of him, kissing him again, inhaling harshly whilst doing so. Chris lifted you up by your thighs, his ripped arms grasping them. A surprised gasp emitted from you as a giggled did too. "I'm gonna show you just how much I love you and your entire body. Every single part of it." Him saying that made your core soak, he really knew what to say. He made you feel so much better. He was so fucking perfect. "You're perfect." You uttered out as you brought your arms around his neck.

You could feel the wetness from your center soaking through your panties. You didn't know how he always managed to get you like this. The arousal you feel currently is immense and all you want more than anything is for him to rail the ever living life out of you. As he held you close, Chris layed you down on the bed gently, making sure you didn't get hurt in the process. He was rough, but not rough enough to actually injure you. Your head hit the soft, silk pillow, it felt comfortable.

Chris pulled away from your body slowly, his hand going to his belt and unbuckling it. The entire time he did that, he looked at you dead in the eyes, it felt extremely intimate. "Can't believe you think badly of yourself... Just look at you..." Chris said with pure love. He spoke from the heart. His heart told the truth. He genuinely loves you more than anything, even if you'll never know that. He slipped his belt out through the loops of his jeans, tossing it onto the wooden floor swiftly before drawing his body back on top of yours.

You stroked his cheeks softly, his scruff running against your thin fingers. You felt his big hands trail down your body and down to your shorts, his thumbs latching onto the elastic waistband. "Already?" You questioned, wondering why he wasn't going to start with foreplay. You don't know why but the feeling of when he teases you makes it so when he fucks you so much better. "Sorry baby, I just can't wait." He snickered, he pulled off your shorts which ended with your legs being spread open to his liking.

The underwear you were wearing had lacey trim on it, it wasn't a thong, you'd never wear one. "Cute." Chris complimented them, giving you a playful smirk before bringing himself back down to you, pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. You opened your mouth slightly and moaned as you felt his tounge slip into it, exploring your mouth and taking control of it. You also felt his right hand glide down between yours legs but he hadn't done anything yet.

Both of your hands went to his back, reaching down and ripping off his shirt speedily. You loved his body. Hopefully just as much as he loved yours. Chris allowed you take off his shirt, his lower half then his upper half being revealed. The sunlight from outside of the window beamed on him, it made him look even sexier, especially when it'd shine into his brown eyes, he was so handsome, it was overwhelming.

Your nails lightly trailed down his front, feeling his pecks was like heaven. The tiny amount of chest hair was so attractive too, his facial hair overall was a turn on. The feeling of his scruff on your dripping cunt whenever he eats you out is enough to bring your orgasm closer. Just thinking about it makes you wanna ride his face. Your guy's tongues were in a dance battle as you made out. You wrapped your legs around his waist, making it so he couldn't move away at all.

"You dirty girl..." Chris chuckled, towing his mouth away from yours, it made you pout a bit. Chris lifted his boy up slightly and slid his hand to your crotch as two of his fingers found their way to your clit. "Shit." You mumbled dully, biting your lip as he rubbed circles on it. He could most definitely feel how fucking soaked you were. It was too much. You couldn't help it though. Chris was just something else. "Does that feel good?" "Mhm." You whimpered out, opening your legs a teeny bit more, your mouth gapped out as whiny noises came out from it.

As he fondled your clit, you couldn't help but begin to breath heavier. The way he'd rub it fast then more slow was painful, you just wanted release but then again, it felt so good. "You're so beautiful. I don't know how you can't see that." Chris's coos to you meant everything. The way he'd talk about you made you feel affirmed. "Fuck." You groaned, your nails digging into his back which only nudged him to pleasure you faster.

Whilst he was pleasing you, he gazed into your eyes with thirst. Oh you could just tell he wanted you. No. He needed you. Even Chris was getting pleasure out of this despite not being the one getting pleased. "Go faster." You whined out, your legs wobbling as you focused on the sensational feeling he was providing you. When you requested him to do it quicker, he obliged, now using three fingers to stroke your clit, causing your thick hips to buck up. "Oh!" You shrieked out, an adorable giggle coming out as well.

"Chris... Oh it feels so nice." You keened, biting your lip and throwing your head back as he stroked you perfectly. "You're so wet for me." Chris praised, "You're doing so good." He went on, kissing your pretty little neck as he slowed down on the rubbing, he could tell you were getting close due to your mannerisms. "I'm gonna cum." You muttered out to him, you were practically riding his fingers at this point. "Hold out a little bit longer princess, I know you can do it." Chris mumbled against your neck, licking up it before planting gentle kisses behind your pristine ear.

"My sweet girl." Chris said with a drowsy tone as he kissed your ear lobe then pecked you numerous times back down to your collarbone all while still smoothly rubbing you. You could feel your wetness dripping from your center and down your ass, onto the sheets, you two were definitely going to have to remake your bed for the second time today. Wasn't a problem though, cause & effect is a real thing.

Chris caressed your clit at light speed now, he just wanted to see you unfold, to see you lose your sense of reality. "C'mon babygirl... You can do it..." He tittered, staring at you as you squeezed your eyes shut. "No, no, no, look at me." He demanded, using his free hand to grab a hold of your chin sternly. You opened your eyes and gazed back at him, shaky breaths were all that was heard as your orgasm came up from deep within you. It felt so spectacular.

You moaned loudly as your climax hit an all time high. You rode out your high, riding Chris's three fingers as you orgasmed. As you came, Chris fondled your tits, squeezing them and rubbing them, you could feel his erection pressed against your bare thigh. "Fuck Chris." You gasped out, your breath lost as you panted over & over again. His fingers manage to work wonders on you each time he fingers your nub.

"You did so well babygirl, good job." Chris leered, leaning down and giving you a simple smooch. "But I'm not done with you yet." He laughed sincerely before flipping you onto your stomach. It wasn't totally unexpected but you figured he would just fuck you in missionary, this was an amazing surprise. "Oh." You giggled seductively, not even allowing him to pull you up as you set yourself in doggy style instantly, your ass pressed against his manhood. "That's my good girl." Chris chuckled, fondling your ass carefully.

From behind you, you could hear the sound of him unzipping his jeans and pulling them down alongside his underwear too. Your bare ass was already ready for him, the feeling of him inside you was going to be exlierating. Your arms held you up as they rested on the pillows, Chris will hold onto you too, he always does. You could feel his hard length frequently touch your rear, you knew he was ready for you.

"You ready sweetheart?" Chris asked you, wanting consent. His hands were already on your waist, it felt like he was also gripping onto your tank top. "Yes baby." You responded, moving your ass on his pelvic area. You could hear a grunt from Chris as he held onto his cock before he then swiped it up and down through your wetness. This caused you to sigh softly, his tip went over your sensitive clit. "Oh." You moaned into your arms, your head lifted above the pillows.

Chris held onto you tightly as he pushed himself into you, you could feel all of him, it felt never ending. "Oh babygirl." Chris groaned out, his fingers digging into your waist as his member was now buried deep inside of you. He began to thrust in & out of you carefully, taking in all the pleasure he was receiving from it. "You're so tight princess." He praised you. Chris was obsessed with how you felt around him. The way your core clenched, it was like your cunt was made for him.

He pumped himself out of you, basically pulling all the way out before slamming himself back in, ending up with you moaning into the pillow. He wasted no time with this. His right hand slid up your back and held onto the back of your neck, as if he was mounting you. He slammed himself into you over and over, and over again. You could hear muffled grunts & moans coming from Chris, he was enjoying this just as much, if not more, than you.

Going from slow and cautious to rough and passionate, you couldn't tell what his next move was going to be. You could feel yourself grip around him, were you already close again? That dick has some power to it. "My beautiful girl." Chris boasted out from behind you, his front hitting your ass roughly whenever he'd slide back into you with ease. Your wetness was like it's own lubrication. You two rarely ever had to use the real stuff, that's how wet you tend to get for him. He just does something to you that's indescribable.

His hand moved up to your head now, his fine fingers running through your hair. You knew what he was going to do, it was just a matter of when. Now, all that was able to be heard was your skin slapping together and your wetness squelching each time he fucked into your sopping cunt. "Keep taking it babygirl." Chris stated as he continued to fuck into you, his strokes turning into long & deep thrusts.

As he slowed down, his hand dug into your hair, lifting your head up as he officially sped up. "Oh fuck..." You moaned out hushly as he dug his free hand into your stomach. All he was doing was admiring you & your divine body. He was still appalled with how you were talking about yourself earlier. He genuinely finds you to be the sexiest woman to ever roam the planet Earth. You are his world.

"You're so fucking hot." He grunted out, his voice husky. You realized he was almost at his breaking point. You could feel his cock twitching and squeaming inside of you. You could just imagine how much he was pulsating. Your clit still felt like it was. Each one of his fingers held onto thick strands of your hair as he thrusted into you at a crazy pace. "Says you." You stifled out, your freshly manicured nails going hog wild on the bedsheets.

Switching from just grasping strands of your hair, Chris let go for a millisecond before using his entire hand to grab a full fist of your hair, resulting in your back arching even further. "Oh yeah." Chris panted, his left hand smacking your rear, not too hard though, he still feels bad for how rough he was last time...

"Chris, I'm so close." You winced out to him, attempting to look back at him but his hand wasn't allowing you as it just kept you in place. "I know princess, I know. Me too." Chris grumbled, heavy heaving emitted from his throat. Chris unburied his hand in your hair and swiftly convoyed it to the front of your neck, choking you lightly as he moved into you again, this thrust was your complete & utter undoing, your second orgasm of the day.

You gripped the sheets so hard, your knuckles turned white. You felt your core clench around him in an instant. Your stomach felt like it was burning with pure passion & lust. "Oh fuck me, oh my God." You moaned out, practically screaming. Chris's hand immediately covered your mouth, your eyes widening. "Jesus baby, you wanna get people to hear you?" Chris chortled, slowing down but still giving you pressed movements. He was about to nut.

"Fuck babygirl." Chris exclaimed as he released inside of you. His cum dropped from your cunt and onto the bed, you lathered his dick in it too. "Oh my Gosh." You soughed, plopping onto the bed like a ragdoll after Chris pulled out of you, laying right beside you. "You were fucking amazing." Chris snickered as he grabbed you, nestling his head into the crook of your neck and suckling on it. "So were you." You whispered, tossing your hand up to the top of his head, messing with his fluffy hair.

He kissed down your shoulder all while making eye contact with you. "Don't ever talk badly about your body. I just fucked the life out of you, I wouldn't do that if I didn't find you to be beautiful." He assured you, leaning up & kissing your nose with calmness. You grabbed ahold of the blanket that was once on the mirror and covered the two of you up with it as you placed your head onto his chest. "Thank you honey." You expressed, trailing your finger tips along the lines of his abs. "Always beautiful." He mumbled, kissing the top of your head, chuckling at your now frizzy hair.

[mythicalmyles]

Scientist!Farmer!Reader x K1-B0

(18+, dubcon, overstim)

(K1-B0 has red eyes at start that turn into blue as consciousness begin hitting him)

Loneliness is something you had long since become accustomed to, all alone cooped up in a lab all day. Your tired eyes flicked down to the clock, 1.25 in the morning. But it had all been worth it.

You anxiously bit your lip, pushing the red button. Yet excitement coursed through your veins, you’re wide eyes barley blinked as you stared. A few moments passed and you felt your hope smash into pieces, nothing happened. The sudden whirling of fans filled your ears, and hope returned to you once again. Wide excited eyes staring into bright red.

Your entire body quaked as you anxiously awaited his first words. "What, has happened?" His voice wasn't bad, you had used the most realistic sounding AI voice you could spend money on and it had all been worth it. "I am (Name), I created you." Your voice was laced with excitement.

"You... Created me?" You felt like you were going to pass out, ten years locked up in your room and it was all finally worth it. "Yes! I created you to help me out in the fields." His head tilted as his eyes glowed. "The fields. Farming." He rambled off about Ph levels for a moment before snapping out of it, his blank stare returned to you. You couldn't help but immediately begin clapping your hands, dancing and squealing.

"You are acting weird." It's monotone voice was deep and robotic but you didn't mind. You had given him the ability to learn, to research any database he could get his hands on. "I'm happy!" His head tilted. "Happy? What is happy?" It almost felt like he was a new-born, except he could talk. You giggled letting out a happy sigh. "It's an emotion, you can't feel them unfortunately but it's a good thing. I promise." You reassured him with a smile.

"I think I'll call you K1-B0. Yeah that sounds good." You muttered to yourself smiling.

A few months had passed since you had successfully gotten K1-B0 up and running. Your life had gotten so much easier since his creation, due to his researching abilities made your farm was bountiful. He had more or less redesigned the entire area but you hadn't minded, much more crops were popping up. Many juicy fruits and vegetables ready to be sold off to the public. "Thank you K1-B0." You looked at him full of gratitude, a smile coating your cheeks.

"It is what i was made for." You chuckled a little and shook your head. "Not really." You replied, looking into the distance. "I do not understand. You said you created me for the farm. Was that what you humans call a lie?" You bit your lip, nose scrunching up. "Honestly? I've been on my own my entire life. It's just really nice to finally have someone i can talk to." K1-B0 stared at you momentarily before accepting your answer.

"Your needs weren't being met?" You laughed, shrugging. "No, I guess not." You didn't think twice about the answer and continued to stare off into the sun set, not noticing K1-B0 running through his databases for answers. He wanted to help his creator feel better.

"Anyway, we don't have anything to do for the next few days so i might check you up and see if everything's okay?" K1-B0 nodded his head, turning to watch the sunset with you. You couldn't deny how peaceful it felt, the gripping feeling of loneliness slowly unclutching your heart the longer you spent with your new friend.

Part of you knew it was sad, you couldn't even get on with your own species. Instead having to create something that couldn't leave you. You couldn't deny it tugged at your heart, the guilt of making something rely on you completely momentarily eating you up from the inside.

"Are you happy?" You knew it was a redundant question. He was a robot, an AI. He couldn't feel, that would never be something you could get him to do. No matter how hard you tried, the technology available to you wasn't even close. "I am happy." You tried not to show the disappointment on your face, you knew it meant nothing.

You couldn't tell how many hours had passed as you stared at your ceiling. Each mark in the plaster wholly captivating your attention. The sudden opening of your door had your attention soaring to the interruption, K1-B0 stood at the entrance of your door. He was shrouded in darkness and his eyes had changed from a red to a bright blue. Confusion filled you, you hadn't done this change.

"K1-B0, your eyes?" You rubbed yours as if it would change his. "I understand now, apologies for not helping you earlier." Uncertainty filled you as he made his way to you. "What do you m-mean?" You stuttered out, unease filling you as he stopped right beside your bed. His cold hands grabbed your arms, pushing you back onto your back. "Wait! wha-what are you doing?" You gasped out.

"I will take care of you. do not worry." Confusion filled you before his hands slid up your shirt, cold fingers rubbing against your hardening nipples. A loud gasp left you, wide eyes staring into bright blue. "N-no, K1-B0 thi-this isn't what i me-meant!." You stuttered out, trying to ignore the arousal that began making its way through your body.

“N-no, K1-B0, th-.” He hushed you, a smile plastering over his face as his hands slid down your chest, pulling your pyjama bottoms down. Before you had a chance to say anything else his cold metallic hand wrapped around your cock, cutting off any thought that tried to enter your mind.

You couldn’t help the whimper that you let out, shaking in K1-B0’s grip. “K-k1-.” He cut you off with another hush. “Do not worry, i have searched the databases. This is what humans need.” You let out a load moan at the sudden intrusion of cold metal fingers sliding into you had your mind blanking hard, the ability to process anything gone out the window.

“I like when you make those noises. I will take care of you.” Never had this possibility crossed your mind, the idea of your creation having its way with you sent a shameful pang of pleasure surging through your stomach, whimpers falling from your lips as he worked your cock and fingered you at an almost painful pace.

You hadn't been touched in so long, who could really blame you for falling into the pleasure you were being given. "G-god K1-B0!" You whined out, eyes scrunching shut and arching back as your voice grew higher in pitch. "So pretty." K1-B0's voice had your eyes opening to look at him, entire body shaking with pleasure as he abused your prostate.

Choked whines flew from you as you felt your end coming close. "A-Ah! Fuc-fuck." You moaned out, entirely overwhelmed and at his mercy. "More?" K1-B0 questioned and without a second thought you rapidly nodded your head, eyes begging him to fill you up. K1-Bo's hands had warmed up due to your body temperature sky rocketing, he gripped your hips and pulled you close, your legs wrapping around him as your arms rested on his neck.

He wasted no time in burying his cock into you, a loud scream leaving your throat as you were finally stuffed. You could feel yourself drooling over his shoulder, your loud moans bouncing off of the walls as he bounced you on his cock. Despite the fact you knew he was a machine, you hadn't expected him to be so willing to use you like a fleshlight.

His name fell from your lips like a mantra, whining and begging him to both give you more and to stop because it was so damn overwhelming having his cock slam deep inside of you, targeting your prostate in a hope to milk you for all you had.

Every time he slammed you down onto his cock your eyes rolled back, body twisting in his grip. "K1-K1, Ple-please. God. G-God. G-." You let out a loud scream, orgasm smashing into your body and completely overwhelming you and leaving you panting in his arms. You flopped down onto him, boneless and twitching.

"Better?" K1-B0 questioned, all you could do was shake in his arms and nod.

[alia-schlatt]

Good Luck, Babe || JSchlatt

Idea: Parting with Ted and Schlatt. Schlatt getting hit on by a guy while Ted and Reader are dancing.

a/n: I made a post about this idea a while ago but never got to actually do it but I went to a brat x rise and fall of a midwest princess event a few nights ago and it rekindled my imagination for this. Although the main idea was just chappell, I thought to add Ted and the whole brat side of it because of that one edit on tiktok...iykyk! Anyways, enough yapping, enjoy!!!

(As always, story under the cut)

Growing up in Massachusetts, there wasn't a whole lot of excitement in my life. Every day seemed dull. But everyone felt like that about where they grew up, right? That was until I met Ted, my best friend in the entire world, in the seventh grade. He was the reason I moved to LA to pursue acting after senior year.

But alas Ted and I had stopped talking for a while, with no bad blood, just busy lives, and reconnected in 2020 during lockdown. And ever since, we were inseparable. Once a month, we spent the weekend together, and it was just like being kids again.

And then Ted introduced me to Schlatt. And when he found out I had a small crush on him, during chuckle week, after my girlfriend had broken up with me, all hell broke lose. Ted made it his duty to get me and Schlatt together, and hey, it worked.

Two years later, Schlatt was in LA yet again for Chuckle Week, trying to convince the boys to go out partying with me was proved unbelievably hard. Okay, maybe not Ted so much, but Schlatt would not agree. Telling me to go without him.

In the end, I won, but I had to discuss all the lore to the boys before we went to this event, so did I really win? I had to explain to these two men who Chappell Roan was, who charlie xcx was, and had to introduce them to all the music so they wouldn't be lost. It took some time and convincing, but it worked, and they were all dressed up and ready to go.

I dressed up as Chappel Roan from the pink pony club music video and Ted after being introduced to that one edit wore the outfit he had worn at some event for YouTube Ludwig had done. Schlatt, on the other hand, thought dressing up was stupid. But was at least a good sport about it and had gotten a shirt off of etsy that said, "I love my Chappell Roan Crazed Girlfriend".

We had been sitting around talking when Hot To Go came on, and I dragged Ted back to the dance floor. We were having a ball, and when 365 came on, I immediately whipped out my phone and his so we could do that viral thing where you played the edit and the song live, and idk. As the edit ended, I moved the second phone to face Ted, and he smiled, putting two thumbs up. I laughed before ending the video. Giving him his phone.

It was then I realized I hadn't done my duolingo. "MY DUOLINGO!!" I screamed at him, seeing it was almost midnight. I opened my app and started doing my lesson so as not to lose my streak. Then Good Luck, Babe came on, and when I tell you, Ted and I probably lost our hearing for a few seconds with everyone screaming to lyrics. It was such a vibe.

But after another charlie song, we went back to our table where Schlatt was looking for us. "You okay?" I question. "I just got hit on," He says. "Who hit on you?" Ted asked, and Schlatt pointed to the exit to a guy wearing black jeans and a mesh crop top. I start laughing. "You alright?" I ask him, running my hand up his back. "That's the first time a guy has ever flirted with me," he says, a smile tugging on his face. "It was nice," he adds. I smile and laugh a bit. "Was it?"

"Yes, surprisingly," He says, and I laugh again. "Hey, at least you know you're not just good looking to the ladies but also the men" I joke.

"Does it really matter if there's only one girl I want?" He asks, wrapping his arm around my waist. I roll my eyes, "yea yea you simp," I say, shaking my head. I kiss schlatt on the cheek before turning to Ted, who is watching us an almost curiosity in his eyes. "Teddy, wanna get something to drink with me?" I ask. "I'm actually kinda starving, to be honest," He tells me.

I pull out my phone, checking the time. "You guys wanna head out? We can get some McDs or something on the way home?" I ask and they both nod.

"I'm ready to go" Schlatt says.

"Yea, me too," Ted says before we grab all our stuff and leave, me singing along to California, as we walk out the door.

a/n: I am quite literally half asleep while writing this, so I'm sorry if it's kinda weird. Also, I've seen a few polly Schlatt and Ted fics on my timeline so like, I think there's a little bit of that vibe to this accidentally, or I'm looking too hard into it. Idk like I said I'm half asleep. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!!!!

[silentglassbreak]

Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

The next chapter of Noah & Leena's story

I was so on the fence about writing a sequel, yet here we are. I saw the sequel in my head, and decided it was worth the write. This story is told from Noah's perspective. This time, I'm going to put warnings in on each individual chapter, as some may not need any. Also - something worth mentioning; the names of each part in the first story were obviously Bad Omens song titles. This time, they will be titles from songs that just inspire me. If you're here, thank you for reading! Leave me your thoughts, and let me know if you'd like to be tagged. xo

Warnings: Just some gool ol' fashioned smut with some kinky stuff added in. (Also mention of marijuana smoking)

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Taglist: @flowery-mess @lma1986 @myownthoughts12 @poisongirl616 @missduffsblog @reidsblessing

Part 1 - Shame On Me

I've been a morning person my entire life. Even before I was active, and in the shape I'm in now, I was usually risen with the sun. However, after having spent the vast majority of my days the last year running on fumes, I found myself still laying in bed, hugging my pillow, letting my brain drift comfortably in and out of consciousness.

That is, until I felt something tugging at the edge of the blanket I had draped over my midsection.

I rolled over, eyes cracking open, seeing the miniature fingers grasping at me, Addison's eyes bright with a smile plastered across her face.

"Da da da da!" I smiled back at her, sitting up and lifting her onto the bed, flopping her down on the pillow next to me. She giggled wildly and I pulled the blanket up over the both of us.

"Five more minutes, baby girl."

Her tiny hand was pulling at the hem of my tank top, trying to 'wake me up' as I laid there, dramatically snoring.

"Da da!" Her voice was getting angrier, and I laughed.

"Da da's tired, Addie! I get to sleep in!"

"Nooo!" I snorted at one of the few words she had come to learn very well.

"No?!" I grabbed her sides, pinching and tickling her, causing a roaring laughter to burst out of her. Her onesie was wrinkled and nearly popping open at her diaper from how hard she wriggled under my grip. "You don't get to say no to me, lady! I am your Daddy!"

She thrashed her head back and forth, gasping for air between happy squeals.

"Addie, would you let your Daddy sleep?" Mileena's voice floated in from the doorway.

I turned my head, and my hand stopped the torment on Addison. Leena was stood in a pair of black leggings, white crop top exposing her belly button, and her dark brown faded hair now pulled up in a messy bun. She looked so comfortable, so unkempt, and absolutely fucking delicious.

I reached an arm out toward her, earning me a small grin when she walked toward me. She placed a hand in mine, and I pulled her close to me. She bent down, her face stopping only inches from mine.

"Happy Birthday, Noah." Her voice was even, but her eyes were hungry.

With everything we had been through the last few weeks, with shows, Addie's first birthday, a bout of the flu, and Laura announcing she was getting a divorce, there had been very little time for us to be alone. I knew she felt it, but we weren't there yet. We needed to get through today, the Halloween party/birthday celebration, before we had any chance of spending time together.

"Thank you, my love. Happy Halloween."

Leena's eyes lit up. Halloween was her favorite holiday even before her and I met, so getting to have a huge celebration was right up her alley.

After Addison was born, it became abundantly clear that living with a newborn and all of the band members was no longer ideal. Addie was as colicky as they come, keeping everyone up at all hours of the night. The constant crying, mess, and general irritation that it caused made our living arrangements difficult. As much as Uncles Nick, Jolly, and Folio loved baby Addie, they needed a change.

I had offered to move us out, buy a new house, but Nick insisted that they would get a place - promised to be close by - to allow us our space. I was eternally grateful, and will never be able to pay him back for everything he had done for me. Eventually, they moved out, and the house was left for just us.

Aside from the struggle that being new parents took on Leena and I's sex life, it also took a serious toll on our recovery. Nothing sounds better to take the edge off from three-day long sleepless binges than a rum and Coke. Leena confessed her drink of choice was Vodka, and she nearly broke down once, driving to the liquor store, but never making it inside.

We both went back to our meetings once Addie was old enough to be babysat, spending a few hours at a time with either Laura or the guys.

After spending a few more minutes smothering Addie in kisses, I finally began getting out of bed. Leena was folding laundry on the dresser, putting it away meticulously.

"What time is it?"

"Almost noon. Laura will be here in a few hours to pick up Addie for the night." She folded one of my pairs of pants, placing it neatly in the dresser drawer.

I turned my attention back to my daughter, wiggling my eyebrows at her. "Nah, I think she's going to stay here with me. Hang out with Daddy on his birthday!"

Addison squealed, her legs kicking at me. I grabbed her hand and began pretending I was going to eat her fingers.

"As fun as that would be, I don't know that her being here when the sheer amount of musicians in our house come by is such a great idea."

I didn't look at her, still pretending to take bites out of the baby's arm. "What do you mean? Andy loves kids! Oli does too, said Addie was the next Stevie Knicks!"

Mileena shook her head and snorted. "Yeah? Are you referring to the last party, when she was kept awake most of the night, and we had a miserable day afterwards because she was so tired?"

I narrowed my eyes back at her. "Listen, Folio promised he wouldn't play drums this time."

She gave me a look that told me I wasn't winning this.

"You sure she isn't old enough to trick or treat, yet?"

She shook her head at me. "Honey, that's what the trunk or treat last night was for."

I pursed my lips. "Fine, but tomorrow, I'm taking you guys somewhere. Just the three of us, yeah?"

I was standing now, shirtless, and pulled Addie down onto the carpet. She immediately crawled toward Angel laying on the floor.

"That sounds fun." Mileena was bent down, putting one of her shirts in the drawer in the bottom of the dresser.

I walked up behind her, my hand grazing the back of her thigh, coming to rest on the curve of her ass. My touch startled her, making her stand up straight in a flash, her back bumping into my chest.

I took the opportunity to wrap an arm around her middle, pulling her back into me. "Mmm," I hummed into the skin just below her ear. "think Addie's going to nap today?"

Leena pressed her ass against me, pushing into the fabric of my shorts. She leaned her had back against my collarbone, eyes closing comfortably.

"Probably not." Her voice was breathless. "She slept in."

“That’s too fucking bad.” I kept my voice low, glancing at Addie, who was leaned against Angel’s sleeping body, holding her feet in wonder. “Because it’s been so long.” I let my hand graze over the hem of her leggings, slipping a thumb in the waistband.

She groaned. “Noah, don’t start something you can’t finish.” As annoyed as she sounded, she was still pressed against me, hands now gripping my arm where it held her in place.

“Oh, baby, I’m finishing it. The second I get you alone, I’m ripping you to fucking shreds.”

She giggled then, pulling away and turning to peer up at me, her eyes as dark as mine.

“Yeah? You always say that. Yet, somehow, I can still walk afterwards?” Her smirk was devious, and I raised an eyebrow at her.

She chuckled, and picked the laundry basket up from the bed, making her way back toward the hallway.

Oh, she was dead.

-

The living room was buzzing with energy, music playing over the speakers, and conversations filling the air. I stood, leaned against the bannister of the staircase, hands in my pockets. The smell of marijuana permeated the air, which was to be expected.

Hearing we were having ‘dry parties’ didn’t sound like much fun, until people learned we made other accommodations. Although Leena and I didn’t partake, we weren’t opposed to others having a good time.

Speaking of my girl, I had lost her at some point in the night. When Ronnie and Saraya showed up, she had excitedly grabbed the latter’s hand and drug her off to the backyard, where her garden was flourishing. The girls were undoubtedly gossiping. They usually did.

I made my way through the sea of bodies toward my kitchen, where I found Jolly and Nick, ripping a joint, laughing about something I hadn’t heard.

I had to raise my voice for them to hear me. “You seen Leena?”

Jolly exhaled his smoke, a rough cough coming out as he passed it back to Nick. “Last I saw, she was outside talking to Oli.”

I nodded, heading for the back door. I stopped at the dining room table, catching sight of her. Her floor length black, unforgivably tight dress hung so beautifully off of her frame. The sleeves reached her wrists, the neckline plunging disrespectfully. Her, now freshly dyed, black hair was pulled up into a ponytail, the length falling down her back. I drank in the sight of her.

My gaze was disrupted when I saw her hand reach up, grabbing an arm. It was a thick, muscular arm covered in tattoos. I then realized that she was, in fact, talking to Oli. Her lips were pulled in a smile, her teeth flashing. She was laughing. And she was touching him.

He was towering over her. Oliver was nearly as tall as me, his frame poised so you could see the ripples of his chest under his shirt. Something inside me tightened. I didn’t like it.

Stepping outside, I consciously kept myself calm as I approached them. Oli saw me first.

“Hey, there he is! Birthday boy!” His thick accent made me smile, my primitive rage fading slightly.

“Hey, what’s going on guys?”

Leena turned, her body pressing close to me instinctively. “Hey! Oli and I were just talking about that tour you were on with him in Europe?”

I nodded. “Fun stuff, man. Cant wait to do it again.”

Oliver nodded, a lazy smile spread across his face. “Oh yeah, we had that crowd eating out of our hands, man. What a fucking rush.”

Leena giggled at Oli’s excitement, it made my spine stiffen, and my blood run cold.

She shouldn’t be laughing like that, not because of Oliver. That giggle was so high-pitched and squirrely. I didn’t care for that at all. It felt flirtatious.

I knew before Leena and I even got together that Bring Me The Horizon was one of her favorites, of course Oli being, by extension, one of her favorites. However, she was also a huge Falling in Reverse fan, but she sure didn’t giggle like that around Ronnie.

Ronnie was also not Oli Sykes; a big British brute with a natural sense of seduction, whether he was trying to or not. Regardless, I still did not like that laugh, not when it wasn’t pointed at me.

“Hey, could I borrow her for just a few?”

Oliver nodded, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Well, of course, man! Listen, I’ve got to get out of here anyways, got to head back to the motherland in the morning. Early flight and all that.”

He reached an arm around me first, pulling me into a tough, tight hug. “So good to see you, mate. Come see me on the other side of the pond some time, right?”

I slapped his back while embracing him. “Of course, man. I appreciate you being here.”

Oli excused himself inside the house, leaving Leena and I stood on the patio, alone.

She smiled brightly at me, but I still had this unnerving itch. She must have noticed my stiff demeanor, because her face fell some and she raised an eyebrow.

“You alright, babe?”

I exhaled. “Yeah, why?”

She took a step back, putting a hand on her hip. “Well, you asked Oliver if you could borrow me? And you look irritated?” Her eyes were soft, which contradicted the sass in her stance.

“Mm.” I sucked my teeth and glanced back toward the house. “How is Oliver?”

Anything soft fell right off her face, her eyebrows scrunching together. She saw right through me.

“He’s great.”

I inhaled deeply.

“What did you need to borrow me for, Noah?”

I looked back at her then, realizing I didn’t have a reason to pull her out of her conversation aside from disliking the way she was touching another man. Running it back in my head, it felt stupid.

“Oh, uh,” I ran a hand over my mouth, thinking. “just wanted to see if you heard from Laura? How Addie’s doing?”

She wasn’t buying it. “Addie’s fine, like she always is with Laura. Last update I got was an hour ago, when I came and found you.”

This wasn’t going well.

“Well, good.” I pulled at the skin of my bottom lip with my teeth.

“Noah?” I looked back at her. “What’s going on?”

Shaking my head, I tried to look clueless. “Nothing, why?”

She crossed her arms. “Cause you’re acting weird.”

Something about her tone, her body language, I couldn’t put my finger on why, but it irritated me. She was feeling up on someone else, and I’m getting questioned?

I mimicked her and folded my own arms over my chest. “I’m not the one acting weird.”

Eyes narrowed at her, I held my face even.

“And how is that?” She didn’t falter. Leena was one of the only women I knew who could give my poker face a run for its money.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you not just getting all grabby with Oli?”

Her eyes widened then in disbelief. I knew, because when I heard it come out of my own mouth, I realized that was a pretty big stretch. She grabbed his arm, not his cock.

But still, we were already here, and I wasn’t in a place to back down. Not right now, feeling this attracted to her when she was pissed off.

“Grabby?!” Her voice came out louder than I expected, and I whipped my head around to see if anyone else was outside. “How in the hell was I being grabby with him?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Well, it was pretty clear to me.” I was digging myself a hole, I knew it. So did she, but now she was waving her hands around, and her tits were bouncing in her dress, no confines of a bra. My mouth was watering, so I doubled down. “Was it really necessary to be grabbing his arms like that?”

My tone was cool, which contrasted her face that was now turning a shade of pink with rage. Was I proud? Not exactly… Maybe a little.

She’s so fucking sexy when she’s mad.

“You’ve lost it, you know that?” Her voice was filled with incredulous frustration. She then began trying to walk away, forcing me to reach out and catch one of her wrists in my hand. I was too tired, too depraved. I needed her so badly, but the idea of her being spitting mad at me made it worth the effort. I wanted her so angry that she was damn near ready to rip me apart. The idea made my dick twitch in my slacks.

“Leena,” She looked down at where I held her arm, then looked back at me with narrowed eyes. Oh she was enraged. Excellent. “I-“ I wanted to say sorry, tell her I was being dumb and to go inside and enjoy the party, but I just…couldn’t.

Something in her stare told me she had figured me out, and her eyebrows lowered, her lips twisting up in a menacing grin.

“Are you…jealous?”

I was taken back. Jealous? Of Oli? Nope. Couldn’t be me.

“No.” I said through grit teeth. “I just don’t want you to forget who you belong to.”

That was it. That sent her over the edge. She ripped her arm out of my grip, standing back defensively.

“Belong to? Like a piece of fucking property?”

I didn’t respond, just shrugged.

“You son of a bitch!” Twitch.

“How dare you speak to me that way?! As if you own me?!” Twitch.

“I don’t give a half of a fuck who I’m talking to, or grabbing. You don’t own me.”

Maybe this was going too far. Maybe.

But then she stormed inside, and I was barreling after her. She was already halfway to the staircase when I grabbed Nick by the sleeve on my way after her.

“Everyone out. Now.” No one needed to hear what I was about to get into.

The bedroom door slammed when I was about a foot away. I could hear bodies shuffling out the front door, but I didn’t care. I just burst into the room, not surprised it wasn’t locked.

She stood between the bed and the dresser, fists balled at her sides, baring her teeth. Oh it was lovely, seeing her so fucking hostile. I nearly fell to my knees in front of her, begging her to do whatever she saw fit. I didn’t, however.

Instead, I slipped the door closed and turned the lock carefully behind me. My face was stoic, doing my best to keep my own composure. It was taking every bit of self restraint, but I could feel it faltering. We were going down soon, I could feel it. My brain was sizzling just looking at her.

“I don’t care how much I love you, Noah Sebastian. I will not be treated like a piece of meat.” She was waving a finger at me, manicured and perfect.

I took a step toward her. She didn’t allow me the space to speak.

“I’m not sure where you found all of that fucking audacity, but I will tell you, it is so out of character for you.” Her voice had fallen some.

“Is it?” My words came out low and slow.

She couldn’t believe me. As if I had no idea the inconvenience I had caused her.

“Why would you do that?” Her face was now pulled into something that looked like confusion. “I can’t think of one good reason why you-“

She didn’t get to finish, my control finally slipping through my fingers, and my hands grabbing her and pressing our mouths together. She stilled at first, but when I pressed my tongue against her lips, she melted, her anger being fed through her grasp on me.

Mileena pulled at my blazer, ripping it down my shoulders and tossing it on the bed.

In a moment of absolute primal agitation, she growled at me, which sent every drop of blood in my body down to my crotch.

When her fingers began pulling at the bottom of my shirt, I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled her backwards. She stared at me, all venom and lust, and snarled. I smiled, licking my lips. It was unbelievable. I used my free hand to rip the front of her dress open, her breasts falling out, and capturing my attention. My hand loosened on her hair, sliding down her face, neck, and reaching for her chest.

She used this opportunity to wrap a hand around my throat, which took me by surprise, my gaze lifting. She was controlling this, which was new.

Her teeth ground together, and her fingers squeezed me, the tips of her sharp acrylics digging into my skin.

“On your fucking knees.”

I scoffed. “Or what?”

Her hand tightened even further, and her other hand came up to grab me by the cock, gripping the fabric of my pants in an almost uncomfortable squeeze.

“Or I walk away, right now.”

That sounded like misery in the highest degree, so, naturally, I sunk down to the floor, sharp eyes glancing up at her. The hand on my neck was now running through my hair. She was looking down at me with an almost loving look on her face.

“You were so fucking mean, you need to make up for it.”

My hand grabbed her ankle just above her heel, sliding up the back of her calf, to her thigh. When my fingertips reached her hip, I noticed something that made me nearly fall backwards. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

Using the slit up the side of her dress skirt, I moved the fabric over to see her, already visibly wet. She loved this as much as I did. I only peered up at her for a split second, seeing she now had her head leaned back, waiting, anticipating.

Catching her off guard, instead of starting slow, building her up, making her whine and beg, I attached myself to her core, drawing a sharp breath out of her.

“Fuck, Noah!” She pulled at my hair, looking down at me while I worked her over, feeling the moisture running down my chin. “Ugh, you look so fucking cute when you do that.”

I raised an eyebrow at her, but didn’t detach. I pulled her one leg so her thigh balanced on my shoulder and dove in deeper, sliding my tongue up and down her folds. I saw her tits bouncing up and down as she bucked into my face.

I settled in, intending to let her finish before I took the reins back, but I was interrupted at her pulling me upward by the hair. The unfamiliar sting on my scalp made me wince, but I still stood up in response.

“Lay the fuck down.” She pushed me down onto the bed. “Pants off.” I smirked at her, not moving an inch. “Now.”

Her voice was terrifying. I began unbuckling my belt, and popped the button open with one hand. She must have been getting impatient, because her hands ripped my pants down and off, her eyes focusing on the bulge in my boxers. I leaned back on my elbows, waiting for her to do whatever she needed to torment me further.

I truly did not expect what she said next.

“Touch yourself.” This confused me.

“What?”

“You fucking heard me.” She jumped up onto the dresser, leaning back against the wall, and let her legs fall open, giving me full view of her. My eyes followed her every move.

I reached down and palmed myself over my underwear, feeling vulnerable.

“C’mon now Sebastian, this is no time to be shy.” This made me actually fucking blush. She was enjoying this way more than I expected.

Hooking my thumbs in the band of my boxers, I carefully slid them down low enough to let myself free. My fingers gently grabbed my dick, tugging at it ever so slightly. The sensation was good, but it wasn’t her.

“That’s it, baby.” She spread her legs, her pussy sitting just above the wood of the dresser, putting herself on full display. “Nice and slow.”

I whimpered. I actually fucking whimpered. It wasn’t lost on her, either, her eyes darting to my face and licking her lips.

“See, Noah? This is what happens when you’re an asshole. You get treated like the fucking brat you are.”

Who the fuck was this girl and how quickly could I lock her in a room and never let her escape?

My hand worked up and down my shaft, my eyes falling closed and my breathing erratic. I could feel myself getting close just thinking about her.

“Stop.” My hand froze, and I opened my eyes, staring at her in defeat. “Don’t come yet.”

I was getting frustrated. “Why the fuck not?”

She sat up, crossing her legs, putting herself away.

“If you don’t wait until I tell you to come, I swear I will put on my sweats, go downstairs, and start cleaning.”

That was the threat that made any confidence I had falter. Once she started cleaning, it was over. She would hyper-focus, and I wouldn’t see her again until the entire house was shining.

I moved my hand off of my cock to resist the temptation and laid flat back on the bed, digging the heels of my palms into my eye sockets.

I stopped when I felt the bed dip on either side of me, and looked up to see her kneeling over me, now fully nude. My heart sped up as I felt her slide herself up and down my shaft, her slick pussy gliding so fucking deliciously. Instinctively, I reached for her hips, but my hand was met with a hard slap, which caused me to pull away.

“Not this time, baby boy.” I groaned, lavishing the feeling of her on me, the weight on my hips excruciatingly divine.

“Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” I looked at her, lost on what she was asking for.

“What?” My voice was a breath, an exhale.

“For treating me so foul?” She pulled back, and grabbed the base of my cock, pulling it forward to line up with her entrance but holding steady as not to let it touch her.

“Ugh, Leena,” I moaned,

My hips trying to buck. She pulled further away as I tried to press into her.

“Say it, Noah.” She demanded.

“Fuck!” My body was screaming, fire coursing through me as she ran her hand up and down, grazing the head. “I’m sorry! Jesus Christ!”

With that, she sunk down, enveloping all of me so fucking perfectly. My eyes snapped shut, trying like hell not to finish just from the edge of it.

“That’s right, honey.” Her voice was a soft moan, her hand coming up to wrap around my throat again as her hips snapped forward. My vision was turning white.

“Now, ask me fucking nicely.”

Wild that she could think I could speak, given she was cutting all my air off. It was unholy, and I loved every fucking second.

I choked, trying to speak, and I felt her fingers loosen slightly.

“Please, baby,” I breathed in hard. “please let me come.”

“Fuck, Noah, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” She let go of my throat, reaching down to circle her clit. I felt her rhythm become unsteady.

“Leena, Jesus fucking Christ, please, baby, please.”

She thrusted faster, her climax coming uncoiled, and I felt her tighten around me.

“Oh, fuck!” She fell forward, wrapping her fingers in my hair.

“Fuck me, Noah. Fuck me, please!” Did I need to be told twice?

My hands gripped her ass and lifted her, slamming my hips up and pounded into her. She still hadn’t told me yet, so I was fighting as hard as I could to hold it together.

“Noah, come for me.” She cooed directly into my ear, her voice so fucking sweet.

I think I may have had a stroke, the sheer velocity of my orgasm ripping out of me. I let out a hard, visceral scream.

Once we were both still, her body laid lazily on top of me, I left soft kisses on her shoulder.

“I really am sorry, baby.”

She chuckled softly. “I know, babe.”

I turned my head to look at her face, looking absolutely exhausted.

“You’re so fucking amazing when you’re angry.”

She lazily lifted her eyebrow. “Did you start a fight just to have angry sex?”

I bit the inside of my cheek. That was probably the better answer.

“Maybe.” I tried to be coy, and she seemed to buy it.

I didn’t know what had come over me in the backyard, or why I got so annoyed with her talking to another man. I’m not like that, I never have been.

But something inside me told me that the feeling was going to get me into trouble.

[rikanescence]

mdni (3.7k) [heavily feminised reader] sweet summer air was for lovers, the love they made, and the sweat it produced. rolling down your back as you rolled forward, looking down at a foreign face. you liked the way he smiled and the birds chirping outside, maybe the whistling of the trees, made it all feel cinematic. a still frame of you in your prime, messy hair, head thrown back, mouth open (stuck in a smile), doing what you were best at, being a whore! for charity, of course and totally. you made the world a better place, left every man satisfied. the crime rate probably went down, too. your pussy had magical powers! you'd make a graph if you could understand one, maybe you'd ask leon to do it. maybe you'd catch your step-brother in a good mood.

step-asshole, his little ‘manly man’ cosplay with a compact tee and sweatpants as if it stopped him from being a total lame. who was he trying to impress with his stupid room? it looked like he single-handedly funded the military with all those damn guns he got from his dad, just being there for the short minute it took you to call him for dinner had you antsy. it felt like one wrong step could turn you into swiss cheese. leon was such a damn try-hard, you heard him through the thin bedroom walls and he was panting heavy from his workouts. he smelled like sweat, gunpowder, and strong tones of egoist. this summer, hot with life and opportunities, could not be ruined by your step-brother. you'd do everything in your power to avoid that, to avoid him. 

you were in a hurry to be outside all summer in nothing but miniskirts and cropped tops, anything else would have you sweating to death. anything else would be a disservice to yourself and your world, hiding way too much of the temple that is your angel-crafted body. today, this awesome afternoon was for a date. he'd pick you up, take you at the mall, carry all your bags, and then you’d let him it in his cool car! totally awesome! you wondered if that was what would help your step-brother and his temper, too, if you just gave him your magical pussy you could totally save him!

your bouncy hair swayed with your hips, stepping towards the front door. there was no one to call out to when you left, your step-parents were enjoying their summer holidays just like you. and your step-brother, well, that—

“fuck are you going?” didn't involve him anyways. you whipped your head back, scrunching your face up and looking to the side. the houseplants were so pretty.

“out,” you kept your answer as vague as possible, your hands behind your back, hoping for leon to believe you despite… everything. the way your bottom lip was jutted out and quivering, how the ends of your mouth were curled down, you couldn't even look at the guy and you hoped he wouldn't be suspicious. as if. leon was leaned against the wall by the stairs, brawny arms crossed below his broad chest. how long had he been there? you bet he was staring at your ass the whole time, that creep. sure he had looks, but with that personality there was no way one self-respecting woman on earth liked him.

“like that? hell no.” your step-brother marched towards you, his footsteps loud as hell. did he do that on purpose? he didn't give you time to react before grabbing your forearm, hold tight so you couldn't tug it out.

“no one ever teach you how a woman is supposed to dress?” you didn't answer, and he took that as a no.

“that's okay, because i'm here now. i'll tell you straight up: modest.” you scoffed and leon tightened his hold. 

“you think you can do whatever you want when mom and dad aren't home?* too bad, cus that's not how it works. i'm a man, you'll listen to me.” your eyes twitched, you held back a smile, leon was going to make you giggle.

“uhm, like hell i will,” you refused, leon didn't laugh. when you tried again to get your arm out of his grasp, he jerked you away from the door and towards the couch. your back hit the wooden framing inside and it hurt like hell.

“ouch.”

“you're so lucky i didn't slap you. fucking bitch,” he spat, hovering over you as you used your hands to push yourself off the couch. you looked good from his view, spread legs hindering your skirt from covering much, he could just about make out your lacy thong, pink and being swallowed between your pussy lips. leon would be lying if he said he wasn’t close to cross-eyed trying to tear his eyes off the exhibition.

“you'll listen to me, yeah? i don't wanna make you cry, so be good for me and answer the damn question.”

you would fight with the devil in your head telling you to provoke him with a stupid response, but the pain in your spine dissolved that argument before it could begin.

“date,” you pushed yourself to answer, “i have a date, leon.” 

he clenched his teeth, clicking his tongue. he was pissed. like usual. you were a fucking whore, but never with him. never with the one guy who actually deserves you. honestly, you were perfect for him, so damn pretty. god, why'd you have to be a damn slut? leon was about to chastise you before he heard the doorbell ring, his features portraying a shock he tried to mute. 

“what, is that your date? the dumbass is picking you up?” you nod your head to your step-brothers discontent and he continues, “that's weird, don't you usually go meet your ‘dates’ at some random place like a hooker?”

how rude! that leon, oh how he was lacking in the manners department.

“what do you mean, stupid? i'm obviously not a hooker! now, are you gonna let me open the door for my date? he's waiting for me out there!”

you looked at him like he was stupid and leon's face tightened, his fists clenched around nothing and he remembered he wasn't touching you. your cheek was reminded, too, when his hand came to greet it.

“easy. i said i don't wanna hurt you,’ he insisted in an admittedly docile voice, “don't make that hard for me.” you looked into his eyes, saw the shaky teal pupils and the wrinkled eyebrows.

“don't you get it? i'm so fucking good to you, more than most men should be. you know how fucking embarrassing it is to have the town slut for a step-sister?” his pupils weren't shaky, it was that he kept looking between your face and your body. you were slow to comprehend that.

“so quiet now, huh?” leon observed with ridicule, your pouty lips were separated, but no words left from them.

“i'm a better teacher than i thought,” he laughed, “got the brattiest bitch i know to learn how to speak when spoken to and only in a couple of minutes.”

leon all but beat your head when he petted it, conceited grin on his face as he did. it wasn’t even going to take him half a summer to train you, by the looks of it.

“all this,” he started, sight limited to your underclothed body and the tight fabric hugging them. a day during which leon could see your nipples through your shirt was a lucky day. today, leon planned to get lucky. “this is a cry for attention, isn't it? it's what girls like you who aren't all there—” he pokes your temple with his middle finger. “—do when you want a man to pay attention to you, but you're too shy to ask for it. i'm sorry i didn't get that till now.” you couldn't believe your ears, leon didn't understand your cause at all! once he made that graph, then he'd see your one cause was to make the whole world smile!

“i get you now. all this time, ever since you moved in, you've been screaming–” he mocked your voice with a higher pitch,”-’pay attention to me already, leon!’” he laughed and patted your head again. your hair was due for a wash. 

“if all you wanted was me, you should have learned how to use those cock-sucking lips of yours to communicate, dumbass. not usually, but for you, i'm open to save a hoe. you don't have to go looking for men you can pretend are me while they give you some mediocre dick anymore. you can just be a real sweetheart and help get your big brother off, yeah?”

his hand spread on your head to force it up and down, emulating a nod.

“there we go,” he praised, “i knew i could get you to come around.” he tugged at your hand.

“now stand. get the door for that stupid date you're oh-so desperate to go on. come on, i'll walk you there.”

leon pulled you to stand on the ground, feet guided by him as you made your way to the door. you checked yourself in the doorknob, reflective from its clean shine, twisting it open after confirming you still looked good. behind you, your step-brother made a blurred sound between a scoff and a cough.

the man on the other side seemed…. surprised, to see leon standing behind you with such a daunting face. seemed shaken to the core. his name slipped your mind, but you were sure it started with a ‘c’. plus, you could ask him later during your date.

“you dragged out a cheerful, ‘hi’ as you waved at your date with a welcoming smile, your tone-deaf and carefree nature bringing for a laugh from C despite himself. 

“hey, you look fantastic.” 

“fantastic?” leon butted in, portraying disbelief “that's all you can say?”

you watched the man before you shrink as the one behind you condemned him.

“jesus.” leon took a step forward, turning your face to his. he did not look impressed.

“these are the guys you let fuck you?”

two out of three people looked uncomfortable, with leon being the outlier.

“well, aren't you gonna let him in?” leon parodied your cattier cadence from earlier. invite him in? that wasn't on the plan for your totally awesome date, but you figured leon would be a meanie again if you didn't listen.

“you wanna come inside?” you reached your fingers out to hold your date's hand, allowing him to follow you inside like a dog on a leash. leon frowned at the sight. losers like the one you held by the hand would do anything to get their dick wet. a heavy cloud of tense awkwardness floated down on you all, brought in by your step-brother's presence, and you felt its weight when you could hear your date breathing close behind you. his breath tickled your skin and— that's probably it. it's not a cloud, it's his continuous breathing on your neck that's making you feel all weird. you roll one glossy lip beneath the other.

“um—”

“you wanna continue what we were doing earlier?” leon put his hand on your bare shoulder. close to the base of your neck. you wondered if those rough fingers were there to protect you from the cloud or take  you from it. 

“on the couch, you know? i was actually getting kinda into it.” leon wasn't looking at you as he spoke, but behind you with a strained smile one would give a friend. playing innocent. if he were to open his eyes, they would look down at C with disinterest as though he was beneath leon in every aspect. they didn't know each other, did they? you never mentioned even having a step-brother to begin with. aw no, C must be so confused!

“leon, what are you talking about?”

you felt leon's fingernails dig into your skin, making it sting like a wasp would. not that it's lethal, but that he was on the lookout for reasons to put his hands on you. when everything and anything you did could be seen as provocation, the reasons were too many to count.

“sorry, my step-sister here never really had anyone teach her to speak when spoken to,” he laughed, “she's kind of annoying. fuck that, she's an irritating little whore. man-to-man, what do you even like about her?” 

ouchies. both leon's words and his fingers on your neck were totally ouchies, but he still smiled like he was chatting about something trivial. did he really want to know that?

“you shouldn't—”

“is it her ass?” always with the interruption, speaking over people was his specialty. he waited for an answer, ignoring the weird mood he set in the room.

“i won't judge you, c'mon.”

“no, man. she's a sweet girl,” C insisted. his voice was weak, he sounded intimidated. 

“a sweet girl,” leon scoffed, “a sweet girl? don't sugarcoat it.” his strong hand on your weak shoulder turned you to face your date, showing you off like a one big, shiny trophy.

“be real. i already said, man-to-man. what's your favourite thing about her? is it her cute little face?” leon pinched and pulled at your cheek.

“her tits?” his hand enveloped your breast through your thin top with a firm squeeze.

“ass?” you braced for the impact, but a yelp was forced out once leon smacked your ass instead of letting you off with more groping. when you opened your eyes again, the face before you was contorted with… disgust? oh my god, he probably thought you were totes weird! you had to let him know this wasn't a normal occurrence at all, your step-brother hated you! he'd never even touched you until now! well…

“pussy?” leon's hand crept down your midriff and the eyes before you shot wide.

“fuck, no. dude,  stop touching her.”

leon found that an amusing reaction. the faces a man made when jealous were quick to make him laugh. how could someone be jealous of what they didn't own? your step-brother had his hands on his property, that was all. not a crime in the slightest, unless C could stand straight and say it. but he wouldn't. leon wasn't an easy man to confront, he knew that well, but a sight like this really stroked his ego. made his dick real hard. leon's fingers prodded past the elastic of your panties to move them to the side and he was met with no objection because who could challenge him? now you looked down at the floor in shame, feeling how fat your tongue had become in your sealed mouth. bloated with the burden of silence. shame and disappointment fixed your gaze to the ground. you thought maybe C would speak up for you, but maybe he knew it too. knew this needed to happen, for leon's sake! it made your palms all sweaty and your tongue all fat and the room all weird, but at its core you were happy for an opportunity to turn your step-brother's frown upside down!

“you gonna get on the couch for me now?” leon spun you towards him, peeved by the shaking of your lowered head. 

“nuh uh,” you dismissed, “that… really hurt my back.” it was true, you still felt it.

“aww, really?” leon ruffled your hair, not moved at all by your complaint. 

“princess used to getting her pussy stuffed on a silk mattress? too bad,” he grinned, “you’ve been getting treated good, but you haven't been getting it good. let me fuck you how you deserve.” leon kicks at your ankle. “on the floor.”

you stumble onto it. first your knees, then your back. your hair cushioned your head from the impact. but now you'd need to comb it to be neat again.

“ouchies, leon,” you grumbled, scratching the back of your head as your eyes adjusted to your new position. it wasn’t long before your pupils were honing in on a blurry face, made clear by its brash expression. leon wasted no time getting into you while you were dazed and confused. your miniskirt, panties pushed to the side underneath it, all mouths shut, no objections. your step-brother couldn't be asked to take his pants off, only to yank his dick out from the border and stuff it inside his favourite thing about you. the curse, ‘fuck', left your lips in tandem with his. yours a squeak, his a husky groan. you didn't like it when you weren't eased into it, getting dick forced inside your cunnie kinda hurt! it made your eyes all watery, too. leon above you had a grin that rivalled the joker's. yay, your magic was working already, he was so happy! you were happy, too, for the most part. those weren't sadness tears and the sweat collecting on your skin was a byproduct of the action. nothing to do with the burning sensation of being watched, two sets of eyes trained on you. it wasn’t a rare occurrence, being the center of attention, but it had never happened in this kind of scenario. it was new and new was exciting. like a phone, or a hairstyle, or a boyfriend. new pumped your blood with stimulation and made you stupid with light-headedness, a smile growing on your face as your clingy hands reached out to clutch your step-brother's shoulders. that smile of yours broke, face twitching each time the drawstrings of the sweats he refused to discard, hanging low off his hips, connected with your ass cheeks. leon kept the stained trousers on, wasn't that stupid? his brain was emptied and taken over by the dumbifying drug of something new, but what had also been his for a while, the first time trying you out.  your walls clenched around his dick, that fucked-out face you were giving him, how you so wholly embraced him now when you were so standoffish a few minutes ago. it didn't take time at all for him to break you. leon lowered his face, his mouth touching your ear as he spoke between grunts. 

“that good, huh? nothing to say to me?”

your nails scratched leon's back as he bruised you with careless thrusts.

“thank you, leon,” you whimpered, the wetness of your eyes boldening the wisps of your eyelashes. leon felt his balls tighten. a thank you? he'd cum right there if you had offered an apology alongside it.

“feels good, huh? it's cus you were made for me. this is how it's supposed to be.” when you looked at him with such doting eyes, the eager sucking in of his dick by your lovesick cunt, he was sure he could get through to you. 

"yeah, that's it. a misguided woman like you… shit,” he panted in a whiny pitch, “you needed a man like me to break you in. remind you of— shit!– your fucking place.” his blushing face grimaced between words, trying to downplay how your pussy affected him.

“huh, leon?” was that dirty talk? you couldn't focus on his words, deafened by your own moans. you'd cry out every time leon reached a spot you'd somehow never felt before. your vision was blurred by ever-bubbling tears and leon could only thank god you weren't a snotty bitch.

“you. born to be under me,” leon huffed, simplifying his language to an extent that mocked your intellect. though it was also possible he couldn't go on spiels with all the sounds you were bringing out of him. sure he hadn't got some in a while, but had it ever been this good? to skip the formalities, to have you cling on to him like he was life itself, how stupid he'd made you to the point you hadn’t glanced at your little date even once. it was too good. with your brain functions paused, leon’s eyes glazed over as he thought of all he could make you do. no more alarms, he'd get you to ride him till he woke. any time he sat on a chair, he'd have you on your knees licking and sucking. his heart was racing. he could hold a gun to your head as he did it. if they were careless earlier, now his movements had dissolved to erratic, messy assaults. you cried out his name a multitude of times, pleading for him to slow down whilst your pussy drooled around his stingy dick. you didn't really want that.

“take it. c'mon, take it for me like i know you can. didn't i…” your hands had fell to his heaving chest now in hopes a slight push might slow him down. it couldn't. you were atleast glad he was enjoying himself, he could testify for your cause after this since he has first-hand experience now.

“didn't i tell you? you were born to be beneath me, so do what you're fucking best at and take it,” he demanded, slapping your thighs to bring a whine and nod from you, then using that same hand to swipe the tears off your face. they were starting to ruin his view if not bother him.

“stop crying before i shove it up your ass,” leon menaced, making you clench around him harder. you weren't sure it would be any fun with such a brute-force kind of guy, but it would be new.

“okay, i'm sorry,” you squeaked, and that mousey apology just about did it. it took less than a day. it only took some good dick could get you to listen to him. leon was too fucking good to you, this only reaffirmed that, a fact that had his dick twitching deep inside you. comforting, familiar warmth flooded you as leon emptied himself into your snug and magical cunt, he couldn't resist the urge to give your would-be date a boastful winner's simper as he finished. guys with no backbone get cucked. what, they don't teach that in school anymore? who was he kidding? you were made for step-brother to have, you just got confused. he came in his property, big deal to him. though, that would make a real mess of things for you. who'd still want a girl after knowing she gets it from step-bro and takes it with a twinkle in her ecstatic eyes? too bad for you, those endeavours would be forced to a halt.

leon understood now, as he watched your form twitching beneath him, his load staining your inner-thighs as it trickled down, your face frozen with such an obnoxious smile. the joy of ravaging a woman. the satisfaction of fucking the slut out of his step-sister. you’d obey him now. leon pushed back his blond, sweat-soaked hair. he'd really been missing out. 

thank you for reading, i really appreciate it ♡

[telekineticseance]

REUNION

kinktober day twenty-four: cross dressing

pairing: matt stone x f!reader

summary: you go to a little high school reunion where you see an old high school crush

genre: smut

word count: 1701

cw: unprotected sex, p in v, cowgirl position (woohoo!)

author's note: i know it's november but here we are! also this is based off the thing i read where matt and trey used to go to parties in women's clothing soooooo

You dreaded the idea of actually attending a party with people from high school but your friend insisted. It was like an unofficial reunion of sorts and everyone that graduated in your year would be there, well mostly everyone because obviously there’d be some that wouldn’t show.

You looked at the house in front of you, debating on just turning around and going home for the last 5 minutes as you watched people go in and out, almost like it was a cliched high school party which took you by surprise since you figured people would’ve matured a little since high school.

One last look at the house, you finally dragged yourself out the car and up the steps before walking in. You looked around at the large crowd trying to find your friends but realized it was almost hopeless with the crowd. Knew you should’ve carpooled.

You took a deep breath before starting to walk around, keeping an eye out for your friends.

“Shit I’m so sorry,” A tall figure spoke as you felt the cold liquid of a drink spill on you. You let out a gasp looking up at the figure before realizing who it was. Matt Stone. You had a crush on him throughout high school but never actually spoke to him other than the occasional help with math work he’d offer you. And did he look even better now than he did before.

“Oh no it’s okay. It’s fine. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” You shrugged at him, looking down at the liquid you couldn’t really see on the dress. “Besides you can’t see it.”

He let out a small sigh of relief while looking down at you, “It’s Y/N? Right?”

Your eyes widened slightly, “Um yeah that’s me. And you’re Matt.”

He chuckled slightly looking down, “I am Matt. I think we had a couple math classes together?” You gave him a nod in response, noticing his outfit as you looked him up and down. He wore a crop top with low waisted jeans, and had waist chains. Normal girl fashion of the time which made you raise an eyebrow before he started chuckling once he noticed you were looking.

“Oh it’s something me and my friend do in LA. We like to dress more feminine to make people upset. Decided to try it here as well.” He pointed in a direction to reveal a guy in similar height who had bleached hair and his own feminine ensemble on.

You gave a nod, you kind of liked the look on him. You looked at the way his waist curved and the happy trail that ran down the lower abdomen before being concealed by the pants that rested just below his hips. He looked good. Really good.

Matt noticed you were looking and cleared his throat which brought your attention back to his gaze as you blushed lightly and nervously laughed, “Sorry. Just don’t usually see that. Not that it’s a bad thing of course. You really pull it off.”

He grinned back at you, almost forming into a smirk as his eyes scanned your own body. He let his eyes return to your eyes before speaking again, “So…are you seeing anyone?”

The question caused your eyes to widen slightly, was he seriously hitting on you? No it was just a question right? You shook your head in response, “Uh no not right now. Are you?”

He chuckled lightly, “No I’m not. City girls are..different. Hard to find the right one I suppose.” He continued to let his eyes roam you as he spoke, sending chills throughout your spine.

You gave a nod, feeling nervous around him which was nothing really new. “Do you wanna go somewhere quieter to talk?” His voice rang through the crowd, which was almost like you had forgotten about the room of people surrounding you. 

“Yeah that sounds great,” He started walking through the house as you followed before he whispered something to his friend who glanced at you before nodding. You followed Matt up the stairs and walked throughout the hallway, opening random doors and seeing people from high school already try hooking up with one another before the two of you finally reached an empty room.

You laughed lightly when you reached the room, “I’m shocked people are treating this party like we’re in school all over again.” You turned your gaze back to him, “So how’s Hollywood been treating Matt Stone?”

Your eyes scanned him another time as he chuckled from your question, giving you a shrug, “Good? I guess. Finally moved out of the shitty studio I lived in with Trey. Still can’t afford our own place but now we have two bedrooms. I think we’re doing another movie though. Big Hollywood one, you should check it out when it comes out.”

“I might. Tell people that I know that guy on the screen.” You giggled lightly as you moved over to the bed in the middle of the room, sitting on it as you looked over at him, “Do you know what the movie’s about?”

He shrugged, “Horse? Like that basketball game? I mean that’s pretty much what it’s about anyways.”

You gave a small nod in response, listening to him as he explained the plot of the movie. He also told you what it was like making a show for tv and how different LA was compared to living in Colorado. He sat down next to you as the two of you talked, catching up on the years even though the two of you hardly talked in school.

He grinned down at you as the two of you exchanged glances before you looked down at his attire once more, “So why the outfit? I know you said why but why?”

He chuckled, “It kind of just started as a joke I guess? We would wear clothes as if we’re cross dressing just to see if it would piss people off. It does, obviously for some reason. Normally we pull out wigs and stuff but we toned it down because we’re just here.”

You nodded while looking at him, while he was right, most people would be offended by something like this, he made it work. And it really made you more attracted to him than before, if that were even possible. You looked up to his eyes and noticed they were lingering on your thighs, your dress had slipped up revealing more of your legs than it was originally.

You bit your bottom lip, scooting closer to him as you looked up at him, letting his eyes catch yours. “You know, if I’m being honest I had a huge crush on you in high school.”

He gave you a small smile, moving closer to you, “Really?” You nodded in response as he moved his hand up, moving a strand of hair out of your face as he looked at you.

“Do you still…feel that way?”

You gave him a small nod, feeling the air around you two grow thick as he leaned closer, his breath against your lips, “Would you be okay with me kissing you?”

You didn’t give him a response, instead you just put your lips to his, feeling his hand move to the back of your neck as he pulled you in closer, the two of you intertwined your tongues with one another as you kissed.

He leaned back against the bed as you climbed onto his lap, allowing the tension between you two to heat up. His hands moved to the bottom of your skirt, lifting it above your ass as his hand gripped your hips.

Your hands moved down his stomach, the cold metal of the chain grazing against your finger tips before you reached the waistline of his jeans, unbuttoning them before tugging at them, watching as his cock hit his bare stomach.

“No underwear?”

He gave you a shrug, while looking down at you. You wrapped your hand around his length, running your hand along it. He bit his bottom lip as you moved your hand, watching as his eyebrows furrowed. His hand moved to your underwear, applying pressure to your already throbbing clit as he started rubbing you through your panties causing you to gasp under his touch.

You lifted yourself off, shifting yourself on the bed as you pulled off your panties before hovering yourself over Matt. His eyes watched you closely as you lowered yourself down on him, watching as he leaned his head back against the pillows beneath him, closing his eyes. His lips parted as gasps escaped as you started bouncing on his cock, your hands resting on his chest.

Moans escaped from the two of you as you continued rocking your hips, clutching the pink fabric of his shirt. Matt’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you, watching his length enter you as he thrusted his hips up, sending chills throughout your body.

“M’fuck,” Matt groaned out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you moved, throwing your head back. His hands moved under your hiked up dress, massaging your breasts as you felt the heat start to grow in the pit of your stomach.

“I-I’m so close,” You squeaked out as your grip tightened, practically ripping the clothes from his torso.

You let out a few more breathy gasps before the pressure built up, feeling his grip on your breasts increase as you let out a moan, reaching your orgasm as you flexed your walls around his cock while you did so.

His eyes watched as you cum, a groan coming from his mouth as he did before you pulled off him, stroking your hand along his length once more. He bucked against your hand as you watched the cum spill from the tip, his moans getting more feminine as he came into your hand, his breathing heavy.

You almost fell next to him as you laid on the bed, catching your breath from the two of you. His eyes looked over to you before he gave you a small grin, “I’ll be in town for the rest of the week if you’re free.”

[bunnyboowrites]

𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 ~ 𝓟𝓽.2

Roanoa Zoro x Reader

Warnings: slight nsfw, almost being assaulted (nothing too serious happens) cursing, some bad writing and not proofread.

Sorry I haven’t been updating but I promise I took a little self care break and I’m gonna put out one more part of this and a couple more stories! Xoxo

       The dynamic of the crew shifted drastically to accommodate the new crew mate; It  was starting to infuriate him how quickly everyone was getting along with the new stranger (other than Zoro) ; it seemed that (Y/N) was everyone's new best friend. Luffy was clinging to her, and it got worse when even Robin would go out of her way to be around the new girl. (Y/N) tried to talk to him  many times but he just didn't want to talk to her, and eventually his silent treatment made her finally cave into leaving him alone. He was ‘sulking’ alone on the deck according to Usopp

        “Come on Zoro! It's almost time for (Y/N)’s welcome feast and you have been practicing instead of getting ready” Usopp turned away from his plants to look at the swordsman “I don’t know why you act so cold towards her, she seems to only sing your praises”  Zoro raised his brow, straining as he did another set of push ups with a dumbbell in his mouth. 

      “She just appeared and i don’t trust her, she is hiding something and i can’t believe you idiots don’t see that it's suspicious” he huffed as he moved back onto his haunches watching as the sniper just shrugged before disappearing to go to his workshop. Zoro sat there with his thoughts before he could hear the perv yell thanks to someone and Zoro knew the universe hated him at that moment. There she was in some of Nami’s clothes. The low rise jeans hugging her pudgy hips and the top left very little to the imagination; cropped and low cut with words he couldn't make out from where he was sitting. The kitchen door swung closed behind her and she was getting closer to him. She had a bottle of sake and a sweet smile on her face.

        ‘Zoro i'm sorry if i offended you or made you feel like you couldn't trust me” with the bottle in hand she shook it to entice him to being nice for her “ i stole this from the kitchen and thought i could start over with the introduction” he closed his eye and crossed his arms across his chest, she tried very hard not to look at his straining chest. He ran through his options, he could drink later without her but he also knew the rest of his crew would hound him until he talked to her sooner or later. He sat back and crossed his legs “you can sit, but i get the first drink” she clapped and plopped next to him he reached for the bottle and his fingertips brushed hers and she was hit with a vision.

   Clacking was what came to her first the noise of fighting and then she saw the image. A girl laughing as a young Zoro fell to the ground “another win for me Zoro” his scowl familiar to (y/n) he got up and quickly got back into position “you won’t this time Kuina” 

    Her vision ended and it bled back into reality; Zoro’s hands were on her shoulders violently shaking her “Hey! Hey! What's wrong? Wake up” she groaned and sat up, his breathing was uneven from the panic. “What just happened? What happened to you?” he questioned. She looked into her lap, she got nauseous; they didn't know about her powers and she wouldn't let them know. “I'm sorry for bothering you Zoro, i'll see you later at the feast” she stood up and waved as she ran towards the girls dorm. 

       Later that night she was sitting by the fire with Robin and Nami watching everyone drink and dance. Zoro finally decided to get off the ship and join the rest of the crew he plopped down next to Luffy who was too busy eating to notice the arrival of his first mate while Usopp and Franky taught Chopper a new dance while Brook played on his guitar. Sanji carried drinks and food over to the table where all the girls were sitting. Zoro felt her gaze but it was gone the moment he looked over. He couldn't hear what was being said across the banquet grounds but he could see a man sitting besides (Y/N). Her face was all he needed to know that she wasn't comfortable but Zoro just took a chug of his sake. Nami and Robin were there; they could handle it if she truly needed help.

      “So pretty I wouldn't believe you were a pirate.” she rolled her eyes and just looked at the man who appeared trying to hit on her “well i'm having a party about being a part of a pirate crew so i hope you would know that.” she rolled her eyes and took a sip of her fruity drink. She was still upset with herself for invading Zoro’s privacy and all she wanted to do was drink and eat until she passed out but this sleaze wouldn't leave her alone. “Would you like to dance honey?” he purred, maybe she should just enjoy his advances. Robin asked if she was alright and she said she could handle it. It wasn't like she had to do anything more than dance. She nodded and he took her hand leading her to the group of dancing bodies. She eventually got more drunk and was leaning against the stranger's chest giggling at the whispers he was sweetly reciting into her ear.

        Nami waved and giggled seeing the brown skinned girl pull the stranger towards a darker ally way away from the chatter of the party.  Zoro got a bad feeling about it seeing as she was just trying to reject him before she was drunk. Against his better judgment he followed after them. (Y/N) giggled at the kisses going down her neck, her body warm pressed against the man “what's your name? I at least wanna know who i'm gonna have sex with” she muttered flustered and fiddling with her ring. He looked at her and just continued on with groping her body. His hands went down her back gripping her butt “ow that hurts” she whimpered he huffed and put his body weight onto her. “Hah- you sweet mourning lamb.” he pressed a knife to her throat  “Just shut up, after this is over I'll take you back to your father. He's paying a pretty penny to get  you back” the panic washed over her like a splash of cool water; she started to struggling against him, the tears were blurring her vision “i said too STOP” she shouted, the tendrils of energy rolling through her body to her fingertips blasting him against the opposite wall a sickening crunch noise was heard as she  stood in the ally way watching with horror as the man's limbs began to break in multiple places. Her body wasn't her own and she could only watch as the light left his eyes; the energy seeped back into her skin as he fell to the floor with a sickening thud. She turned to leave and get far away from his body but she froze in her tracks when she saw Zoro.

“What the hell was that?” he reached for his sword and she held her hands up in surrender “i- he wouldn't stop.” she sobbed “i didn't mean too but he wouldn't stop and he was gonna take me away” he let go of his hilt almost reluctantly and sighed “we have to go now, we have to gather everyone up and leave.” he grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him “stay close to me and don't answer any questions, i'll let our crew know it's time to leave and hopefully we make it out of here before they discover him” she nodded comprehending what was asked of her.

       It wasn't hard to convince Nami and Robin it was time to go when they saw (Y/N)’s panicked face and they quickly went to round up the rest of their crew. Once everyone was back on the ship Zoro leaned against the railing and closed his eye. He felt a warm embrace across his chest and quickly looked down to see their new crew member, and his smart response died on his tongue he just wrapped her in a hug. He could hear her silently crying and he just looked up to see everyone shocked at how soft he was being and he scoffed and looked away, they didn't  miss the flush on his face as they got ready to sail off.

[daftdrac]

Ive been procrastinating watching X-Men '97 so hard because in the first 15 minutes of the first episode there's already so much I don't like about but I just. The ONE thing that's making me want to give this series a chance is gambit istg

I will list my complaints below if you're a '97 fan and don't give a shit or you just like gambit and want to hear me scream ferally about him you can skip

Imo: jean being pregnant at the start weirds me out idk I get a major ick

I also don't like the one scene where she's talking about him quitting X-Men and shit like she doesn't know he's committed his life to the team like girl. This is out of character STOP.

Logan's voice actor is bad. Just stop. Please.

Who the FUCK is Morph. Also they make me uncomfortable 😭. Or they did in like the scene where they're trying to find the rich kid at the rave and they're imitating Jean to tease Logan. That is just uncomfortable to me like ew stop please

Idk who jubilee is I'll be fr and that makes me wary of her. I know she's a comics character (Im pretty sure) but the only X-Men content I've watched is two other of the cartoons (xmen evo and wolverine and the xmen) and she's not in those and my autism reallyyyy doesn't like change so randomly finding out about new characters is uncomfortable but she seems cool and silly I like her

I also think from what I've seen of him '97 Scott is the LEAST likeable version of himself, but also probably the most simp worthy I'll be fr that tanktop gets to me too y'all-

I also don't really like the art style. It's a cool STYLE but most of the character designs don't look quite right with it and it just. Eurgh. Idk. Gambit is like one of the only characters who I like in the xmen '97 artstyle

The ONLY thing I can praise in this show so far is gambit. I love him. Look at him

(img found on Pinterest credits to original artist/creator)

Just LOOk at him. This man is such a slut I love him. Long red hair a crop top AND slutty jeans?!?? And don't forget the cHOKER,, like DAMN this man is a FRUIT! SALAD! And the fingerless gloves I almost forgot to mention those. Hc his shoes are blue converse im making him gayer. Also the belt chain GOD this man is GAY i LOVE HIM. This is by far his best design I swear to God. Evolution does him so DIRTY dude it actually made me fucking CRY laughing when I first saw him I felt SO bad he's RIDICULOUS

sigh. Poor soul. The fucking BOWL CUT THEY GAVE HIM

God and wolverine and the xmen is hardly better 😭

I LIKE HOW THEY DID HIS OUTFIT. ITS COOL. BUT GOD HIS FUCKING HAIR

Long story short/tldr I dislike X-Men '97 but it's portrayal of gambit is AMAZING I LOVE this GAY MAN

Ok I have a class I have to get to I need to post this BAHSB BYE

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 6

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter/ Trigger Warnings: fluff, mean girls, body insecurity, SMUT

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Reader is older-not trying to alienate anyone, but I wanted the reader close to Jensen’s age and with children. This will make more sense in later chapters.

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You got in line for your photo ops. The first one was a single photo with Jared. You stood in line and waited chatting with the fans around you. Y’all talked about the con and how great the guys are and how you all felt the ending of the show needed more, because Dean deserved so much better than dying like that. You giggled because you’ve always believed he deserved so much more. As the line kept moving you started to get a bit nervous. Jared was Jensen’s best friend and brother. You worried if he would accept you or if you would get the third degree. You all did have a great conversation earlier, but was he just being nice? After all, Jensen is such a good hearted guy and he deserves to have friends who have his best interest at heart.

Your mind was racing and you started to feel your chest tighten. You could feel the anxiety creeping in. You didn’t realize you started to fidget and bite your lip. While deep in thought you felt your phone go off.

J: Mmm don’t bite your lip. That’s my job ;)

You smile then look around.

Me: where are you and is it really?

You take your tongue wiping it over your bottom lip and biting your lip.

J: just standing to the side watching the most beautiful woman in here fidget and get nervous about seeing Jared.

Me: I can’t help it. I’m worried he was just being polite earlier and he doesn’t really like me. I mean I did just come into your life out of nowhere.

J: Oh sweetheart, don’t worry about that. He was being genuine. When he really gets to know you he’s gonna love you. Besides we are family and he just wants me happy. Now, let me see that beautiful smile.

Me: Thank you Jensen. You text while smiling.

J: there it is. Thank you sweetheart. I’ll see you soon. Xoxo

Me: You definitely will ;)

You put your phone back in your pocket and notice you’re closer to the front. As the next group is walking up Jared notices you, smiles and nods at you. You smile back and think “okay, maybe this won’t be so bad.”

You continue talking to the people around you and you over hear some girls behind you talking about karaoke last night. The girl with the very short crop top on said “did you see that girl that sang with Jensen last night?” The shorter brown hair girl that was with her said “yeah, I can’t believe she got to sing with him. Who is she and what’s so special about her?” You heard her ask. It made you smile when you thought about last night. The first girl said “yeah, I mean did you actually see her? God she’s fat. She doesn’t have a chance with him. He’s into skinny hot girls like me.” She said and her friend laughed but agreed. Your smile instantly went away. You couldn’t believe how nasty these two were being.

You looked up and realized your turn was next. Jared saw you and when you walked up you tried to fake a smile. He bent down and asked you what’s wrong. You told him nothing but he really didn’t by it. That’s when the girls looked up and saw you. They gasped loudly and Jared noticed it. He bent down and said “hey, I know Jay and he has never done anything like he did last night with anyone before. You’ve got to be pretty special to him for him to have done that.” He grabbed you into a huge bear hug and you were grinning from ear to ear. The photographer snapped the picture and told you to pick another pose. Jared yelled “dips on little spoon” You started laughing hysterically. You were having such a great time trying to figure out how to get your arms around this gigantic man you didn’t notice Jensen leaning against the wall and smiling. You thanked Jared and the photographer. Jared gave you one last hug and you started to walk away. You felt your phone go off and when you looked it was a text from Jensen.

J: Hey, why are you hugging that moose? ;)

Me: Because he’s a sweet Moose that gave me some words of encouragement about a certain squirrel.

J: oh really? What did he say?

Me: Oh that’s between me and the moose. ;) Where are you?!? I miss you.

J: Look up. :)

You looked up and met his beautiful green eyes. He motioned with his finger to come to him. You walked over and Jensen pulled you into a tight hug. “Hey beautiful” he said to you. You smiled and said “Hey handsome, how’s your morning been so far?” “Oh it started out pretty great. Waking up next to a beautiful woman and taking a very hot shower.” He said with a wink and smile. “I’ve been keeping busy and I’m about to get ready for my photo op.” You looked at him and smiled. You desperately wanted to kiss him but you knew eyes were on you both. “Um, Jensen should we go somewhere more private? People are starting to stare.” You said looking around a little nervous. He looked around and pulled you back behind the curtain.

“Better?” He asked. “Almost” you said with a smile. You stood on your toes, cupped his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips. As you pulled away he grabbed you by your waist pulling you closer and pressed his lips back to yours. The kiss started to get hotter and more passionate. You both kissed until your lungs were on fire begging for air. You both pulled away panting trying to catch your breath. As you regained some breath Jensen’s lips were back on yours. Your mouth parted as his tongue swept across your lips and your tongues began fighting for dominance. You both were so lost in the kiss and each other you didn’t realize someone had walked in until you heard a throat clear. You both looked towards the sound to see Misha standing there with a huge grin on his face. Jensen looked at him and said “Oh sorry Mish, I know she’s a Cass girl, but I couldn’t help but try to persuade her to be a Dean girl.” You playfully hit his chest and you all laughed.

Jensen told you he had to go get ready for his photo op and he’d see you soon. Jensen gave you one more sweet kiss and a hug. Misha chuckled and playfully teased you and Jensen. As he walked away you couldn’t help but smile. Something started to tingle in your chest and you could feel your heart swoon. Misha noticed the look on your face and leaned over to you. “Y/n, you know he’s never hooked up with anyone at a con before, right?” “Yeah, he told me that and Jared did too. I guess I’m just a little nervous and shocked he picked me.” Misha looked at you and said “I’m not. You seem like someone who can handle him, this life and you deeply love and care for the people in your life.” “Thank you Misha, that means a lot to me.” He smiled and hugged you. “Now make sure you take care of our boy. He doesn’t usually let people in easily, but when he does he’s all in.” “I promise, Misha. I’m not going to hurt him.” You smile, hug Misha and start to walk towards Jensen’s photo op.

You’re standing in line again. This line is just a long and energetic as Jared’s. You’re chatting with the people around you as you’re waiting and you keep watching Jensen interact with the fans. You can’t help but smile. He definitely loves his fans and he’s such a great guy. One girl walked up to him and she looked like she was about to have a panic attack. Jensen was so caring and took his time with her. By the end of her time she was calmer and thanking him for his patience. Your chest tightened with that feeling again. Oh man did you have it bad for him. It scared you too. How could you be feeling like this so soon. You pulled out your phone to text y/f/n to chat with her when someone from behind you was trying to get your attention. The group behind you said “um ma’am, those girls over there are trying to get your attention.” You followed their finger to the two girls from Jared’s photo op. Oh great you thought. What could they possibly want.

You turn around and say “hey, what’s up?” The girl in the crop top looks at you and asks if you were the girl who sang with Jensen last night. You shook your head yes. She looked you up and down and said “oh okay, you know he was just being nice. He’s not interested in someone like you.” The people around you gasped at her boldness. You simply looked at her and said “Oh honey, you have no idea what he’s interested in. Please don’t pretend you actually know what he wants or doesn’t want.” You turned back around and looked up and locked eyes with Jensen. He gave you a soft smile and you smiled back. Then from behind you a voice seething with venom said “well we know he doesn’t want you Shamu.” You could feel the anger and embarrassment rushing over you. You’ve had people call you things like that before and every time it stings. You tried to just ignore them but she kept on. Jensen saw your face and looked concerned. He mouthed “are you okay?” You simply nodded yes. The other people around you started jumping to your defense and were getting loud. The event staff, Jensen and security took notice. Cliff walked closer to Jensen as a precaution and Jensen whispered something to him. Cliff made eye contact with you and walked over. “Are you okay, Ms y/l/n?” “Yeah I’m okay. Just some ugliness from some people. Nothing I can’t handle. Thanks Cliff.” He leans over and asks what was said. You tried to tell him it wasn’t important but the people around you started to tell him. He thanked them, gave you a quick side hug and walked to Jensen. You could see Jensen’s face tighten as Cliff told him. His eyes met yours and he looked so mad and upset.

The line kept moving and between every photo Jensen looked at you. When it was your time the photographer asked if you had an idea of a pose you wanted. Of course you wanted one where Jensen was hugging you with him behind you. He took you in his arms and the photo was taken. Jensen told the photographer he had an idea for the next pose and smirked at you. You knew he was up to something but you were not prepared for what he was going to do. He made eye contact with the rude girls and grabbed your hand spinning you around to face him. You let out a loud laugh and squeal. You looked into his eyes and saw a mixture of lust, love and mischief. The mischief look had you a little worried. He whispered in your ear “do you trust me?” You nodded yes. He told the photographer to get ready. He grabbed your waist, pulled you to him and placed a kiss on your lips. The whole room got silent then there were gasps and the sound of cameras clicking. You pulled away stunned and he was smirking like the cat who caught the canary. He whispered in your ear “now that’s what I want. Meet me in about 20 minutes in the green room.” “Okay” you said with a smile.

As you walked away you looked at the two girls whose jaws were on the floor. You smiled and walked back towards the green room. About 20 minutes later Jensen was walking through the door with Cliff. You stood up and Jensen wrapped you in a big hug. You instantly felt better and safe. You looked at Jensen and said “I can’t believe you did that. I’m sure it’s all over the internet by now.” He smiled showed you his notifications on his phone and said “yep, my phone has been going off constantly with photos that were taken.” You looked at his notifications and it already had over 1200 notifications. Dang, I don’t think I get that many in 2 years you thought to yourself. You both sat on the sofa in the green room talking about what this meant now and if your were comfortable with the attention you were going to get now. You admitted you were nervous, but you could handle it. Jensen cupped your face and kissed you softly. “Hey pretty lady, don’t let what those girls said get to you. You’re absolutely beautiful and I’m so glad I found you.” Dang it, there’s that feeling in your heart again. Oh Jensen, if only you knew what my heart was doing. You thought to yourself.

Jensen grabbed your hand and said “come on, let’s go get some dinner.” “Can’t we skip to dessert?” You said with a smile and wink. Jensen groaned and smiled. “We need food so we can enjoy a very long dessert later” Jensen said as he was pulling you out to the waiting SUV. He helped you in and climbed in beside you. Cliff climbed in the drivers seat and pulled away. Jensen started kissing you and grabbed your hand. He was grinning ear to ear and so were you.

Cliff pulled in front of the restaurant and walked to the door to open it. Jensen got out and helped you out. He took your hand following behind Cliff into the restaurant. Cliff told Jensen to send him a text when y’all were ready and he’d come get you. You smiled at Cliff and thanked him giving him a big hug. Jensen smiled and took your hand leading you to your table.

Dinner was delicious and you were both on your way back to the hotel. Jensen’s fingers wrapped around yours and your head resting on his shoulder. Jensen’s thumb was rubbing circles on the back of your hand. You looked up at him smiled and thanked him for tonight. He smiled and kissed your forehead. Instant butterflies started floating in your stomach. You put your head back on his shoulder. When you arrived back at the hotel Jensen helped you out of the SUV and took your hand in his. “Where to sweetheart? Your room or mine?” He asked with a smile. “Hmm how about mine.” You said with a wink.

You both made it to your room and his lips and hands were on you. As you’re trying to get the door open he’s being very distracting. You giggle and tell him to stop so you can get the door open. Once open you pull him inside and he pushes the door closed with his foot. You push him against the door kissing him and letting your hands roam over his shirt with his tight chest and arms. He bites your lower lip just enough to send electricity through you straight in between your legs. You could feel your panties getting soaked. He grabbed you like you weighed nothing and playfully tossed you on the bed. You kick off your shoes and he’s pulling your shirt up while his lips are still locked on yours. You sit up so he can pull your shirt off exposing your bra. He bites his lip and growls. His beautiful green eyes are now darker and full of lust. Damn he makes you so wet with just a look. You help him pull his shirt off and as he stands up you bite your lip. He’s absolutely gorgeous and right now he’s all yours.

He starts to crawl towards you kissing you from the top of your pants up your body to your bra covered breasts. He pulls one cup down exposing your breasts. He starts to lick and kiss your nipple sending a chill through your body. Jensen starts kissing up your neck peppering your upper body with kisses, love bites and marking you. As he gets to your ear he whispers for you to lean up. He wraps an arm around you and unhooks your bra exposing your beautiful, ample breasts. Jensen lets out a low growl as his eyes rake over your exposed breasts. His hands grab both of your breasts and he begins sucking and kissing your body. You throw your head back as he takes one of your nipples in between his thumb and index finger giving it a squeeze. You begin to moan and move your body. This drives Jensen more. He starts to unbutton and unzip your pants. He pulls them down before you have a chance to lift your hips. “Damn baby you’re so beautiful” he said in a deep lust filled voice. You looked up into his deep green eyes and smile. You lean forward and start to remove his pants too. You unbutton and unzip his pants. As you’re sliding the zipper down your hand brushes against his already hardened cock. He sucks in air quickly as you run your hand over his length as you pull his pants down.

As soon as his pants are down and off he motions for you to lean back on the bed. As you start to lean back Jensen is grabbing your legs and pushing them apart. He slides his fingers around your panties and feels how wet you are. Jensen pulls his fingers back and says “is this all for me sweetheart?” You smile and nod. He slides your panties off and quickly dives between your legs. His tongue lapping at your clit and between your folds like a man starved. He inserts a finger into your dripping wet pussy. You moan his name and grab his head with one hand and grab the sheets with the other. He slowly adds a second finger. Pumping in and out while he’s licking and sucking your clit. His fingers curl inside you hitting your sweet spot. With each lick, pump and suck you start to feel that familiar sensation building. Jensen knows you’re getting close. You’re running your fingers through his hair pushing him further into your sensitive clit. “Oh my god…Jensen…I’m so close. Yes! Right there, Jensen. Faster baby! Ooooh FUCK!” You scream “Jensen, I’m coming!” He keeps licking and pumping. You start to squirm as your body rides your high. Your toes start to curl and you try to break free from his grip. He hooks his large arms around your thighs and pulls you closer to his mouth. You could feel a second orgasm coming and your over sensitive heat felt like it couldn’t take much more. You squirm and moan Jensen’s name. He stops long enough to look at you and says “cum for me again baby. I love the way you taste.” With that your body responded to his command and you fell apart on his tongue again. He helps you ride your high and when he knows you can’t take much more he starts to kiss up your body. Starting at your thighs, making his way up your sensitive mound, up your stomach and peppering both breasts and nipples with kisses, licks and sucks. He smiles as your breath hitches and you run your hands through his long hair. “Please Jensen” you breathe out. “Please what, baby?” He says with a smile. “I need you so bad baby.” You tell him through your moans and gasps. Jensen leans down and kisses your lips as he stands up. He removes his boxers and his large hardened cock springs out. You bite your lower lip and slide to the end of the bed. You take his cock in your hand and guide it to your mouth. You look up at him a smile. As you’re taking his length in your mouth you keep eye contact and watch his eyes go wide as you take him down your throat inch by inch. You slowly start to suck and lick his shaft. You grab his balls with one hand and you feel him tense up. He takes your head in his hand and grip your hair. He starts to push your head deeper on him and you let him. “Mmm babe you feel so good. I’m not sure how long I can last and I want to feel you.” He says as you continue to take him in. You pull back and look at him. “Then take me, Jensen.” You said. He stripped his boxers off the rest of the way and positioned himself between your legs. You grab a condom and he rips the package open with his teeth. You lay back on the bed completely exposed as he lines himself up to your dripping entrance.

Jensen slowly pushes his length in giving you time to adjust. Once he bottoms out you move your hips to signal to him to move. Jensen slowly moves in and out. The way he’s moving tonight feels different. Good, but different. He’s taking his time and he’s being so sweet. You look in his eyes and see his green eyes sparkle. You felt an overwhelming feeling of warmth and love and you smiled. He leaned down and kissed your lips gently. Jensen isn’t just having sex with you, he’s making love to you. The magnetic connection you felt yesterday is definitely there and it’s almost like your bodies were made for each other. The sound of moans, kissing and heavy breathing are the only sounds in the room. Jensen leans over kissing you and your heart is overwhelmed by the feeling in your chest. Without realizing you whisper “I love you, Jensen.” While closing your eyes and gripping his arms. Jensen’s thrust stopped and you looked at him. Your brain just realized what you said. “I’m sorry Jensen. I know it’s too soon.” You say panicking. Jensen doesn’t say anything and you start overthinking and you start to think you just ruined everything. Jensen leans down and places a kiss on your lips and whispers “I love you too, y/n.” Your eyes start watering with happy tears. You’re so overwhelmed by the feelings and now he’s said it to you. He continues to make love to you and even though he’s moving slow you can feel another orgasm coming. “Jensen I’m going to come.” He places a hand between you and starts rubbing your clit. You feel your core tightening as he’s pushing you closer to your orgasm. “Y/n I’m not going to last much longer.” You tell Jensen to cum with you and you both ride your high together. Jensen’s thrust getting sloppy until he stops. He slowly pulls out and you moan at the empty feeling. He kisses your forehead and tells you he’ll be back. Jensen goes to the bathroom removes the used condom and grabs a warm washcloth. He returns and cleans you both up. He tosses the washcloth to the side.

Jensen slides under the covers with you and you snuggle to his side placing your head on his shoulder. He’s running his fingers up and down your back as you’re running your fingers up and down his chest. You look up and him and smile a soft smile. “I really do love you, y/n. I knew from the moment I saw you I did.” He said to you. “I love you too, Jensen. More than anything.” He kisses your lips and you both sigh a happy sigh. You’re safe in his arms and you hope your heart is safe in his hands. You’ve fallen in love with him and there is no going back now. You both smile and slowly drift off to sleep.

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Inside The Heart - Chapter 1

viarayy01

Summary:

//A human glamrocks au that involves Evan and Cassidy learning to accept the love of others, even if it’s scary//

Cassidy slammed her lunch tray against the table with a sneer. Evan jumped at the sudden noise but relaxed after catching Cassidys eye.

“You okay?” Evan asked tentatively, his voice just barely loud enough to be heard over the bustle of the lunch room as Cassidy mumbled to herself. Her crop top ruffled at the neckline as she sat.

She scoffed angrily and glared into the boy's soul. “Do I look okay, Afton?” Her hand reached for the thin plastic fork that came with the school lunch and she stabbed her dry chicken sandwich so hard that the prongs bent into a curve. Evan swallowed and made himself small.

Cassidy sighed and released the fork from her grip. “Sorry. Sorry. I didn't mean to take it out on you.” Evan neatly folded his hands on the rickety table and nodded.

“It’s okay. So, tell me what’s up? You're usually not this angry before lunch.” Cassidy gave him a look and he metaphorically retracted the statement.

She shook her head angrily and threw her hands in the air. “It’s that Cassie girl. She tried to partner up with me in English class for our project.” Cassidy’s stomach burned just thinking about it.

Evan took a bite of his sandwich. “Did you say yes?” Cassidy started to laugh hysterically and held her hand over her face.

“Hell no! Like i’m gonna work with that prissy brat on anything. Could you imagine?” Evan drooped slightly and folded the edge of his napkin.

“She’s not so bad you know.” Cassidy wiped the gleeful tears from her eyes and caught her breath.

“Dude. Tell me you're kidding.” When Evan didn’t respond or give her a “just joking” sign, her gaze sharpened. “Evan, buddy, she’s a terrible person. Plus, she hangs out with Gregory, who you know is bad news.”

Evan knew there was no denying that. Gregory was known all through their middle school for getting into fights and causing trouble with Cassie. After enough punches and bloody noses, Gregory and Cassie were separated from each other's classes and monitored 24/7. Cassie had ended up in the majority of Cassidy’s classes and Gregory to Evans.

Even with the split between Cassie and Gregory, all four of them had one period together, science. When the two had walked into the science lab side by side, Cassidy let out an audible groan that was loud enough to get everyone’s eyes glued to her. Her face flushed to an extreme red but she didn’t apologize.

Evan had to admit, it must have been lonely to be separated from your best friend. Part of him felt pity for the pair of trouble makers. He couldn’t imagine being at school without Cassidy there by his side.

“That’s what I thought. Anyway, enough about priss and pissed, lets eat.” Cassidy said. She stared at the school lunch with detest and pushed it aside. Evan ripped his sandwich down the middle and slid her a half. “Thanks Ev.” He made a “mhm” noise and ripped the crust off the remaining chunk of his sandwich.

Cassidy chowed through her half for a moment before her eyes lit up. “Oh, I totally forgot!” She said, mouth full. “I'm not going to be here tomorrow. Just thought I’d give you a heads up.” Evan stopped eating and blinked a few times.

“What? Why?” He asked quickly, trying his best to not seem desperate. If Cassidy noticed the panic in his voice or the watering near his tear ducts, she didn’t say anything. She just scoffed and placed her sandwich down.

“Family stuff. My mom is… whatever. I don't really wanna talk about it.” She bit her lip and pressed into the soft white part of the bread with her red nails.

Evan did his best to keep composure and not break down into tears. “Oh. Okay. You’ll be here the next day though, right?” Cassidy’s snarky grin returned to her face and she giggled.

“Don’t worry Ev. You're crazy if you think you can get away from me that easily. It’s just for tomorrow.” Evan laughed a bit as well.

“Darn it.” He said, snapping his fingers. “I really thought I'd be free from your wrath.” Cassidy lunged over the table and socked him in the arm, hard enough for his sandwich to slip out of his hands. “Wait! Wait no! Don’t attack me nooooo!!” He teased, ducking out of Cassidy’s way as she went for another blow.

“You’ll never be free from my wrath.” Cassidy said solemnly. She shook her punching hand out and fell back onto her seat. “I’ll be haunting you forever Evan Afton. Even in death.”

“I sure hope so.” He replied quietly. He finished off the rest of his sandwich before the bell rang and quickly cleaned up the rest of his lunch. Everyone stood up from their tables and began moving down the rows of tables to rush to class. Cassidy swept her food off into the garbage bin and reached down to pick up her backpack that was leaned against her seat.

She swiftly flung her head upward and shoved her skull into the person behind her. Their heads clashed with a thud.

Evan looked at Cassidy as she blurted out a few curse words.

“What the hell! Watch where your goi-“ Behind her, Cassie was rubbing her cheek with a pained expression. Cassidy stopped dead in her tracks and immediately backed away. Her own hand rubbed the back part of her cranium where their heads had met. “S..sorry.” She mumbled. Her hand reached for Evans and he quietly hid behind her, snagging her hand in the process.

Cassie winced as she felt around the slowly forming bruise on her face. To her left, Gregory stood furiously with his arms crossed. Evan didn’t even realize he was there.

“You better be. Why don't you watch where you're going next time.” He bit, heat practically radiating off him. Cassie pulled his arm and rolled her eyes.

“Easy Gregory, she said sorry. It was my fault too. Sorry, Cass.” She gave a nod to Cassidy, who was still frozen stiff in front of Evan. The two moved away in the sea of students, leaving Cassidy and Evan in the mostly empty lunch room. Before he was completely out of sight, Gregory locked eyes with Evan and made an effort to look as pissed as possible. Cassidy’s hand closed tightly around Evan’s.

“Bitch.” Cassidy whispered.

— — — — — —

Evan did his best to squeeze through the crowd of students standing in front of the exit doors as Cassidy plowed forward as fast as she could. If he wasn’t holding her hand, he would’ve definitely been left behind.

Once they had maneuvered their way through, Cassidy released his hand and instead gripped the straps of her backpack. “Who does she think she is? Calling me “Cass” like we’re all buddy-buddy.” She said to herself as she began to move out onto the sidewalk. Evan did his best to keep pace with her as she paced down the concrete. “She’s the one who bumped into me, anyway! Why should I apologize?”

They made it around the block and were approaching the neighborhood where the Afton’s lived. Everyday after school, Cassidy would walk Evan to his house and then run off to her own home. No matter how many times he offered to return the favor and do the same for her (it’s not like he was eager to get home), she always refused. He didn't really know where she lived, but If she was willing to walk him all the way home from school and then bolt to her own house, he couldn’t imagine it being far.

“It’s bad enough that she talked to me in class. This is even worse. She completely embarrassed me!” Cassidy tucked her hands into her sweatpants pockets and furrowed her brow.

Once they reached Evan’s house, Cassidy marched up to his house and stood on the porch. She leaned against his front door and slid her feet along their purple entry mat with her combat boots. Evan took note of the lack of cars in the driveway and stood at the bottom of the porch staircase.

Evan murmured to himself. “Technically you’re the one who hit her in the face.” Cassidy glared at him. “With your…. head.” He blinked at her a few times before refocusing his gaze to the grass. He could imagine the look she was searing into his skull.

It was quiet for a moment before Cassidy spoke up.

“So you're defending her now?” She snapped. Evan flinched. All of his previous confidence was completely lost. She stopped leaning against the door and met him on the top step. “Why do you always do that? Why can't you just agree with me? Is being on my side really that bad?” Her voice cracked. Evan looked at her cautiously before stepping off his stair and standing on the grass.

When he didn't respond, she clenched her fist. “Some people don't deserve a second chance, Evan. Or even a first chance for that matter. Some people should be hated. I hope you figure out who deserves that treatment soon.” She kept her gaze on him for a moment before pummeling down the staircase and shoving past him.

Evan was left standing at his front door, alone. He fished through his backpack for his house key and shakily slid it into the lock.

“I’m home..!” His voice wavered as it rang against the wallpaper of his home. When nobody answered, Evan threw off his shoes and bolted to his bedroom. Tears clouded his vision as he slammed his door shut and hid underneath his blankets. If mom were here, she would have scolded him for not changing out of his school clothes before laying in bed. She would’ve sat on the edge of his bed, asking him what was wrong. She would’ve known what to say. But his mother wasn’t here, she was gone, and Evan was completely by himself.

Well, somewhat by himself.

At the foot of his bed, something crackled on like a radio. “Did he scare you again?” The voice said, cool and sharp. Evan came out from under his covers and eyed the stuffed animal that sat at the foot of his bed.

“N-no. He’s not home yet. And he hasn’t done stuff like that in a few months”

It made a ‘hmm’ noise before continuing. “He will be hiding again. You need to be brave.” Evan wiped a stray tear from his cheek and held the Fredbear plush close to his chest.

“I know. I’ll try to find him quickly.” He said, almost automatically. Evan cleared his throat. a low humming sound came from the center of the plush. “I got in a fight with Cassidy today. She just blew up out of nowhere and went on and on about second chances and first chances and— and that I'm never on her side. Is that true? She sometimes says these things about people th-that I don’t really think is true. I dunno’.” He sniffed and waited quietly for a response from the bear, having nobody else to ask about his predicament.

“She is correct.” It replied. “But she is also not someone worth listening to. She is a reckless and unempathetic person. She is not a true friend. You only need me as your friend.” Evan sighed and placed the plush on the floor next to his bed. He was used to hearing about how Fredbear should be his best and only confidant, so much so that he had noticed how often the bear repeated his phrases.

“Perhaps this is a sign. She doesn't know what is best for you. She does not know what he does to scare you. But I do.”

Evan uncomfortably looked into the glowing eyes of his “friend.” Something in his stomach twisted in a way he didn’t like.

“I..I don’t know. Let’s just.. Micheal is going to be home soon. I-I’d rather not be awake when he arrives.” He kept his eyes locked on the plush until its eyes flicked away from him and dimmed, the bright white pricks diminished. A single click came from the yellow toy and the silent hums stopped.

Somehow that always works…

“I think I'm getting way too old for stuffed animals…” Evan murmured to himself before kicking off the covers and crawling underneath. He wiped his eyes and curled up against his mattress. “One problem at a time, Afton.” he whispered, before quickly drifting off to sleep.

— — — —

Cassidy had slid over the top of the spiked fence as carefully as she could, but by the end of her climb she came out with a few new holes on her shirt. Still, no injuries, no problem.

The brown gravel that led up to her house shuffled beneath her feet, illuminated by a dim light that shone through the ornate windows of the building in front of her.

Mothers house.

Father's house.

Home.

It had already gotten dark thanks to the early November time change, so that made sneaking in and out through the window both easier and more difficult.

For one, it was much easier to go unnoticed in the dark. With her newly died black hair and deep red shirt, it was like she was invisible. But on the other hand, the lack of sunlight made it impossible for Cassidy to see the protruding ledge on her windowsill, leading to her face being pressed against the hardwood floors of the bedroom halfway through her climb.

“Ow…shit..” She groaned. Two head injuries in one day, somehow a record for her even with all the late night excursions she had been taking recently.

As if on cue, the back of her head flared up in a flash of heat and throbbed. Pushing herself off the floor, she rubbed the back of her head and rolled into bed.

She was hoping her headache could be slept away.

But to do that, she would have to stop feeling guilty for what she had said to Evan after walking him home.

Some part of her was happy that she didn’t have to see him tomorrow.

“Cassidy? Are you in there?” Said a voice that accompanied a timid knock. Cassidy stayed slumped over in bed and opted to not respond. A few more knocks followed before the door clicked open.

The person pushed her shoulder a couple of times before tugging Cassidy up and off of her bed.

“I was calling your name! Why didn’t you answer?” Cassidy slowly opened her eyes and was met with her mothers face staring back at her. A face that was very similar to her own, the only extreme difference being the golden hair that framed the woman’s face.

“Ever heard of sleeping?” Cassidy replied. Her mother made a frustrated noise and started to swipe her hair away before the wind got to it first.

Cassidy cursed at herself mentally and followed her mothers gaze. “Your windows open? Any particular reason?” She asked.

Cassidy sat up to get a better look. “Just wanted a nice breeze.” She said simply in return. Maybe she would buy it?

“With all these new holes in your shirt the wind is really going to get to you.”

Shit.

Cassidy looked down at her clothes and let the light do all the work. They were definitely tattered, but nothing too remarkable. Kinda cool in her opinion.

Unfortunately it didn’t look like her mother thought the same.

After looking her daughter up and down about 3 or 4 times, she turned away to walk towards the window.

“Well, it’s too late to have this open now. If you're hot, get a glass of water or something.” The windows slammed shut and the lock latched into its socket.

“Kay. What time are we leaving tomorrow?” Cassidy asked without looking at her mom. She hummed quietly in response as she tugged at the curtains that outlined the window.

“Early. And we won’t be back until late. So don’t stay up too long. Goodnight.” She said. Cassidy slumped back against her covers and waited until her mothers footsteps had rounded the hallway before flinging upwards and running to her window.

With one flick of her finger, the lock jutted out of place and the wind swung the glass open. She let her legs hang outside the window and tugged at the holes in her shirt.

“Night, Evan.” She whispered into the dark.

The wind said nothing in response.