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wordstome · 6 months

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COD Men as Dream Daddy DILFs

Call of Duty single dads x gn!single parent reader

⤐Characters: 141 + König + Horangi + Keegan

⤐Premise: You just moved into a neighborhood with a high population of retired military personnel.

*glances at my 3-4 wips* let's talk about some dilfs, shall we? ...Don't look at me. I had a vision. (No relation to the actual characters from Dream Daddy, just a similar premise) Also a disclaimer: I'm writing these dads mostly in their late 30s to 40s, but don't think about their ages and the ages of their kids too much. This is all vibes. And sorry ahead of time if I gave one of the kids the same name as you 💀 Feel free to imagine the kid has a different name because the names really don't matter

p.s. I wanted to write more characters but I had to reel myself in. I could be persuaded to write a part 2 with Vaqueros, Nikolai, Valeria, Nikto, and other Ghosts tbh

Warning: this shit is LENGTHY. Strap yourself in.

Price: A post about DILFs and you expect me not to start with Captain John Price? Price is the lynchpin of this cul de sac. He's the one inviting everyone over to the barbecue, tries to get the dads to get along, and gives everyone advice. He has the quintessential dad energy. He 100% slaps his knees and says "well!" when he gets up. Price also has major girl dad energy. He's got three adorable little ladies, aged 3 (Clara), 9 (Brianna), and 11 (Alice). Yes, he did name his daughters in ABC order, I can see him doing that. Oh, he dotes on his girls, and they love their dad endlessly. He's the model father: recitals, sports, parent teacher conferences, you name it, he's there.

That's how the two of you meet: he comes up to you at one of the aforementioned events and gives you a firm handshake and apologizes profusely for not coming around to introduce himself earlier. It's not like him not to at least swing by, and he hopes you can forgive him the discourtesy. He hands you his number and says anything you need, just give him a call, or maybe swing by for a beer sometime. He gives you a wink that makes your knees weak, a wink that says he definitely noticed you checking out his muscled arms and broad shoulders. Maybe you will swing by for that beer sometime—and maybe get a little more than just a drink.

Ghost: I could see Simon having a one night stand kid. He certainly never saw himself starting a family after he lost his last one, but he was stressed and probably piss drunk as well. Years and years later, he's back from deployment and finds a social worker with a boy on his doorstep, and the rest is history. I love the idea of Simon with a moody 16 year old, but I actually see Simon and his son having the same dynamic as Mike and Abby Schmidt from the FNAF movie. Since Simon wasn't around for Caden's early childhood, they have a relationship that's undeniably father and son, but leaning towards casual and sibling-like. Simon's figuring his shit out, dealing with his PTSD and the various lasting health issues his time in special forces has left him with, and Caden's a quiet, sensitive 10 year old boy who thinks the world of his dad.

You meet Simon at the local bar. His Ghost days are long behind him, but the balaclava's a hard habit to kick. Besides, he doesn't need people staring at his scars. He's usually there with the 141, but today he's alone, and looks like he could use some company. You sit up at the bar close to him and order a drink, but you don't disturb him, and he visibly relaxes when he realizes you're not going to try to make small talk. It becomes a routine, the two of you: always sharing a quiet drink together at the bar, and then both of you wordlessly go home to your kids. You have a sort of silent conversation every time: Good to see you again. Yeah, you too. Neither of you actually speak a word to the other until Price introduces you to him at a gathering, and you finally hear his voice. "We've met before," he says, with a glint in his eye that suggests perhaps he'd like to be more than just a silent drinking buddy. That's fine with you: you're dying to see what's under the mask and dark hoodie.

Soap: JOCK ALERT. Johnny's basically Craig from Dream Daddy: total dreamboat who goes on runs around the neighborhood and gets all the appreciative looks from the local moms. He thrives on the attention in a way that definitely makes the 141 roll their eyes. He's got an older little girl named Elodie, and a lil baby boy Thomas that he takes everywhere with him. Obviously he's just being a responsible parent taking care of an infant, but secretly, Thomas is a great conversation starter with aforementioned local moms.

Conversely however, it's Johnny who makes the move on you first. Maybe in the grocery store, maybe at one of Price's get-togethers. Sidles up to you and introduces himself with a look in his eye that means trouble. Only the good kind of trouble, of course. If you reciprocate and he finds out you're single, you're not getting rid of him. But why would you want to, anyway? He's endlessly charming, attentive, and good with his hands. When he's fixing a leaky tap for you, of course—what did you think I meant?

Gaz: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is a fucking heartthrob. I'm saying it right here, right now. He's a walks in with flowers, makes you dinner kind of partner. Also househusband vibes, because, surprise: Kyle is still married. This isn't a Joseph (Dream Daddy) situation, though: he and his wife, Emily, have known each other for a long time, a very high school sweethearts situation. Over the years, though, they drifted apart with Kyle in the military, and Emily eventually realized she's not actually into men. They're still married for coparenting purposes: they've got an older teenage girl named Violet, and a younger boy named Elliott. (Yes, I'm naming him after Elliot Knight, sue me.)

Honestly, I think it would be HILARIOUS if you met Kyle on a dating app and realized he's your next-door neighbor. But however you guys meet, Kyle is an old-school courter kind of guy. He is taking you on dinner dates, listening to you rant about your day, and is on your doorstep in a heartbeat when you call him in a panic because your kid's running a 105 fever (41 in Celsius) and you need a ride to the emergency room. (Not that the other dads wouldn't do the same, but I'm trying to convey "most reliable man in the world" vibes here.)

König: Y'all...you don't know how much fucken time I've spent thinking about this man as a dad. He's in the same boat as Ghost where he never saw himself living long enough to start a family, but here he is with the most precious little girl you've ever laid eyes on. Ava's got her father's curly hair and big green eyes, and she has her dad wrapped around her pinky finger. For König, Ava is living proof that he's capable of being more than just a tool for violence.

You meet König through Ava, of course. Your kids are the closest of friends, and the two of them are constantly going over to each other's houses. You're obviously delighted that your kid is making new friends and fitting in so well, but you'd be lying if your heart didn't skip a beat whenever you open your door to see Ava's six foot ten dad standing there with soft eyes and a sheepish smile. I have to stop here, because I've already written an extra paragraph for this man that I've cut out and pasted for safekeeping in my notes app, and if encouraged I will write more. (Please encourage me.)

Horangi: I know we already had a sort of Robert (Dream Daddy) figure with Ghost, but I think Horangi is a dad whose kid is an adult, much like Robert and Val. I also think that out of all the dads, Horangi is likely the one who's still doing some level of military work. Either that, or he has a very demanding job that takes up a lot of his time. He's ashamed of the way he let his gambling affect his family in the past, and is making up for it by being responsible and keeping his finances in order.

You don't meet him until you've lived in the neighborhood for quite a while, but he pops up at a gathering, talking quietly with König in a corner. You'd thought you had met every neighbor in the cul de sac, so you're intrigued by the newcomer. Someone, probably Price, tells you what Hong-jin's deal is, and ever since that you just can't keep your eyes off of him. You can't quite work up the nerve to talk to him, so you occupy yourself talking with the other parents. Some time later, you're at the food table grazing on the snacks when you look up and make eye contact with him. There's something intense in his gaze that makes you freeze, like a deer in headlights. He's definitely checking you out, you think. Your chest erupts into nervous butterflies when he starts walking towards you.

Keegan: Keegan is an adoptive father! I love his dynamic with the Walker boys, so I can see him being the kind of guy who adopts an older teenager so they have a home and a family instead of aging out of the system. Jason and Cecelia are high school age siblings who would have been separated otherwise, and consider Keegan their dad in every way that's important.

I think you and Keegan are definitely rivals in some way. Maybe it's a PTO thing, maybe he gets a little too boisterous at your kids' sports game. Whatever it is, you can't stand the man, but your annoyance whenever he's around only seems to amuse him. You have no problem saying to his face exactly what you think about him, but unfortunately, Keegan can see right through you. And hey, Cecelia could use some experience as a babysitter, so you won't have to worry about spending the night over at his place, will you?

As always, I wanna hear peoples' thoughts and feedback! If you want to hear more about these dads, drop me an ask <3

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haet-sal · 10 months

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if you hold me without hurting me you’ll be the first who ever did//juyeon smut

tags: juyeon smut, sugar daddy/ age gap au (8 years lol!!), you’re 22, seduction, DRINKING!!, corruption kink, Juyeon asking you if it’s okay A LOT, juyeon calling you ‘innocent’, CHOKING, ROMANCE!!

You meet older rich guy Juyeon at a hotel bar, and the rest is history

“I’ve never been with a stranger.”

“How could you be okay with me doing these things? Aren’t you afraid what I’ll do to you? Do you think about my intentions at all? You’re so easy…”

“You can do anything you want,” you say. “Even ruin me.”

“... I couldn’t live with myself, Y/N, please… I… I still think you’re innocent, so I can’t give in to you. But in all honesty, I want you so bad I could just…” His hand clasped against your jaw, as if he were afraid to touch you.

You kissed him on the lips the only way you knew how to kiss a man. “Can we go? To your room?”

w.c.: 3.8k

You adjust the strap of your slip dress on your shoulders, it just kept falling off. Bereft of any foresight, or perhaps rushing, you didn’t bring any coat or jacket, leaving you with a side-boob out; at least the hotel bar was heated, although the lights were dim; like a dark, damp wolf’s lair you’d walked into.

You’re not really a bar type of person, although you guessed you could make an exception for a place as classy as this—jesus, you thought, how’d doyeon even book this hotel for her birthday party? How much must it even cost on a night?

You tell the bartender the number of your room—0602—and asks that he puts the drinks’ into the room’s tab, hoping that by tomorrow morning they won’t pore over the giant receipt and just pay upfront. You were less… affluent than your friends, to be very honest…

The bar was dark, and the lights lit up a dim green and orange around the seats. You order a fun cocktail, a sweet thing that you could drink all night without getting a buzz, and sit down.

You don’t know why you sat so close to someone, when there were empty seats all around the bar… You didn’t feel like switching now, though, what if the man took offense, that you didn’t want to sit next to him?

You started to chew on the kiwi slice the cocktail came with, and the gentleman beside you puts down the notebook he’s writing in, turning to face you, probably because it’d be rude not to greet at all.

Once he turns his face towards you, though, you get a terrible idea. Maybe the cocktail did make you a little braver, more effective than the taste of sharp stinging in your mouth… “Hello,” you whisper, not to disturb the quaint atmosphere in the bar. You had your purse with you, and you toyed with the faux leather just to fight the nervousness. You nodded at the notebook. “Business?” You had an uncle that did his accounting every night after he was done spending, maybe the guy was that kind of man.

But the man shook his head, and you see that he’s lean—when he turns his body towards you—a thin figure, and broad shoulders, and amazing, beautiful, narrow eyes, with a few crinkles around them when he smiles that you know he has to be somewhat older.

“No,” he says curtly, “no business at all.” He sips his drink, and you see that it’s hard liquor, presented in a no-nonsense, almost completely sombre dark orange shade of liquid.

“Oh.” You turn back to the bar, thinking he didn’t want to speak to you. What business did you even have talking to him—you’re literally here for a goofy party, he’s probably relaxing because he’s swamped with so much work.

But he extends a friendly gesture. “It’s my vocabulary book… I’m learning Spanish, so.”

“People do that on an app these days…”

He chuckled, and you saw that his voice was already quiet and light without even needing to whisper. “Maybe younger people, yes.”

“You can’t be that old.”

“You just look much younger than me,” he says softly.

“What are you drinking?” you ask, and he tears his eyes away from your lips just to look down the bottom of his glass.

“Bourbon.” His eyes are back on your lips again, tinted deep pink with a lip product, thinking you were going to look pretty for the boy classmates, but here you were with an older man… “I am here on business, though,” he says. “But I’m… well, even I get tired sometimes.”

You nodded.

“Can I ask if you’re even allowed to be drinking?”

You laughed, opening your purse and sliding your uni ID down the bar counter, towards his side of the wooden boundary, presenting him with un-fake-able proof.

“Ah, you’re a student… Second year?” He asks, reverting back to korean, dae-hak yi-hak-nyeon? He stared at the card for a while, slowly saying your name as if he was savoring it. “Twenty two,” he said softly, calculating your age.

“It’s a lucky number,” you put in. He’s eyeing your lips, but you’re eyeing his drink—maybe if you drank something that strong, you’d have more courage?

“I almost think I should take care of you. You look like a lost little girl.”

“Twenty-two,” you reminded him, unable to stop your face from making an adorable pout, which he reaches out and touches, as if trying to get you to smile again.

“Aren’t you too cute?” He pauses to swallow. “Like, dangerously cute? What are you doing at this hotel?”

“My friend had a birthday party, so they booked a room to party in, but… I just felt like… I don’t know… not partying? I didn’t know I’d meet someone like you, though…”

Juyeon smiles slightly. “Does the fact that you met me make you feel better about coming out here?”

You nod. “I mean, you’re older, and rich, probably my friends’ dream… they all want a sugar daddy.” Oh, fuck. “I mean! I’m not like… preying on you or anything, not taking advantage of your kindness... Like I wouldn’t… I’m… good? I’m a good girl.”

“Good girl?” He sips his bourbon until all that’s left was ice, and wordlessly flags the bartender down to give him another glass-full. “It’s funny you think I’m the one being taken advantage of. Ah… I really should control myself.”

“Control yourself from…?” You knew, of course, but you wanted to know if you were actually reading his mind correctly right now.

“First, from kissing you.”

You pulled back. “I’d taste like a cocktail…”

“If you worry about that, I wouldn’t do it.” But he still leaned in closer towards you.

You close the gap, kissing him, a hand on his jaw almost so tenderly, better than you’d ever handled one of the boys at your college. Then you giggle. “So I learned the taste of bourbon second-hand through a kiss…”

Juyeon looked almost scandalized, pulling away but just barely. “I can’t believe you did that… You weren’t supposed to kiss me, Y/N, you weren’t supposed to want me…” He grabs the base of your chair and pulls it close until your thigh was touching his, you didn’t even know these chairs at wheels…

“You didn’t like it?” you asked, absolutely concerned you might have to go back to your room with your friends and just…

“I liked it…” he looked pained. “Too much. I can’t resist the way you look at me and the thought of being with you…”

Shyly but seductively, you put a finger on your pink lips, the spot he couldn’t stop staring at. “You’re already thinking of it? Are you thinking of what I’d look like… under you?”

“Are you trying to seduce me now?” You think you feel what that book he was writing in must have felt, to be touched so tenderly and with so much care… He looked enraged, pained, everything… He looked absolutely seduced. “You think I don’t already imagine those things?”

“Bartender?” you asked, raising your hand, but he covers it from being raised.

“Are you trying to drink more?”

“I want to know what kind of buzz you have…”

“You don’t know how to drink. You’re so cute.” He pulls you closer. He’s the cleanest man you’ve ever even met or touched, he smells like expensive cologne… “I really can’t stop myself.” He touched your shoulder, gradually going up to the neck. “I might kiss you again. I don’t know what’s come over me…”

“Am I that sexy right now?” you joked, almost classlessly.

“I could just take you up to my room,” Juyeon whispers. “Would you still want to be a good girl?”

Your dress’s strap falls down the shoulder again, and you fix it, giggling. “Ah, my dress is already coming off!”

He almost growls. “Please… if I go any further with this I’m… I don’t know if this is the correct or right thing to do to you. Don’t do this. Please, you’re innocent.”

“I’m not.” You kiss his neck, even biting the skin, although he doesn’t react. “I’m here for you to devour.”

“You’re just a college girl… I’m an adult. You’re not supposed to want this, please…”

“Why do you think 22 is young?” You giggled. “I can drink, drive, buy condoms…”

“I just… don’t want to be a bad guy…” He pulls away. “We need to stop.”

“Oh…” you sighed. “Can I still go to your room for tonight? My friends are probably high, and I don’t wanna go back to my room.”

“I don’t think you understand, Y/N,” Juyeon says slowly, as if every word were a red-hot warning, “if you come to my room, I’m going to do things. You need to be prepared for this…”

You hesitated. “I’ve never been with a stranger.”

“How could you be okay with me doing these things? Aren’t you afraid what I’ll do to you? Do you think about my intentions at all? You’re so easy…”

“You can do anything you want,” you say. “Even ruin me.”

You kissed him on the lips the only way you knew how to kiss a man. “Can we go? To your room?”

“You’re going to make me do something I shouldn’t. Do you know what the right thing is here? I… you’re killing me. I can’t stop wanting you.”

You kissed him, and swiftly pulled him down to the elevators, lips attached as you waited for the doors to open. Breathless, you glanced at the buttons… “which floor?”

“12th.” He leans in and pressed you against the wall, whispering: “you’re making me want to do something very bad, little girl.” Your lips don’t touch, you just glance at him through the small distance, teasing him. The elevator stops.

You glanced around. “Woah, wait… aren’t there the suite rooms?”

“Yeah, my room’s right beside here.” You followed him in, and slowly got shell-shocked by the sheer massiveness of the room… Juyeon is loaded. Or his company is loaded. But… oh god. “You’re… this rich…”

“Enough about my room… Look at you.” He touched your dress like he’s trying to control the impulse to rip it.

Your strap fell down your shoulder again, and you giggle. “Should I leave the rest to your imagination?”

He grips your hips, pulling the dress up slightly. “You’re such a tease… this is so wrong. You’re so young.” But he pulls the strap down until both were hanging off your shoulder. “How can this be okay?”

He’d moveed on from your lips, now your chest was his new object, looking hungrily at you. “You just… you seem so innocent…” He touched your thigh, his hand going up between the legs, but stopping before he pushes anything hot and wet. “Fuck. I can’t go through with this and still have my honor… you don’t know what you’re doing and you don’t know what will happen to you if we go any further… Do you really want to be used up for your body? I can’t go through with this…”

Seeing his reluctance, you pulled back, and grab his broad shoulders, as if controlling him, and sit him on the luxurious hotel couch. “Okay, let’s take it slow. Let’s try to take our minds off what we’re going to do…”

“Fine…” he still looked weak, as if he was fighting everything in him from ripping your clothes off. “What now?”

You straddled him now, getting on top of him “Talk to me.”

His hands gripped the sofa at both sides just so he wouldn't do something wrong with your body. “Y/n… what are you doing right now? Aren’t you afraid? You’re making me weak.”

“Just try to talk, okay?” Your fingers unbuttoned his shirt slowly, and you teased him, lingering over his collarbone and ribs. “Tell me about your work? What were you thinking when you met me? Anything…” You started to kiss his ear.

He sighs in surrender, hands groping you now. “I really can’t think straight right now… You look so soft…” He kissed your neck now, and you could feel his teeth under all that softness.

“Yeah? you can’t think? What’s on your mind?”

“Everything… everything about you,” he admitted. “This must feel wrong, right? Showing your body to a man almost a decade older?” He took off his shirt, draping it over the couch.

“Should I stay on top of you like this?” You could feel his cock hard and intruding right under your hip.

“Whatever you like… What do you want to do to me?”

“I want you to pin me down onto the bed… and…”

“What if I made it hurt?” He was carrying you back onto the bed, just to pin you down.

“Do it.”

“Really?” His voice is more breath than words.

Before you nod to affirm, his belt is off and thrown across the room, and his tight suit-pants are down, and he looks down from you, almost godlike, before attaching himself to you, ever single way: teeth in neck, tongue on skin, his hard length directed into your warmth by a stray, careful hand.

He doesn’t talk, almost like he’s basking in the shame. Just the rocking of his hips against yours. There’s panting, and even whimpering from him, like he’s pathetic and you control what he gets to receive, but it’s him that’s inside of you, desperate and leaking. “Please… ah…”

“You’re not going to have any regrets about this, alright? I promise,” he says.

“Of course not… I trust you…”

“You do?” He pants again, and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands so he holds yours. “I’ve been having a fantasy of making a good girl like you turn into a bad girl, okay?”

“How do you do that?”

“I make her… drool. And beg. And get as thirsty as she can for my cock.”

You simply moan in answer, Juyeon hot and hard against you. How warm you were was driving him insane, made him weak in the core, but he wouldn’t say that out loud… Just through breaths and body language and clandestine cogitation.

“Poor darling,” he panted. “I can’t… I can’t be as rough as I want to, or you’ll regret this. You’ll be crying.”

When you’re both around to come, you get desperate, and the rocking isn’t doing it anymore. Juyeon is the first to get rough, slamming himself into you with a pace unmatched from him before… Suddenly, he decides he couldn’t leave his hands idle anymore, bringing them to your neck and choking you. It feels good, as you leave the rest of your strength in your legs, which wrap around his hips until you come.

You’re sniffling as you recover.

“Y/n, are you crying?” He held you quietly. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s just that it felt so, so good,” you say with a smile. “I get… I don’t know, teary, when it’s that good. You were good. You were kind.”

“Which part was I good to you…” he groaned. “I can’t believe you still want me.”

“Well…” you reached over and touched his hands, which were about three sizes bigger than yours. “Maybe you are too big for me… But you’re still a perfect fit.”

He opened his arms. “Sleep? I promise in the morning we can sort it out…”

You switched the lights off, crawling into bed. “Ah… messy…”

“‘S okay,” he hummed.

His cat-like eyes were watching you as you woke up, and you immediately touch him, wrapping yourself around his shoulders. “Good morning.”

“Morning… I can’t believe you’re not mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because…” he brushed away your hair from your neck, revealing a hand mark, red but not purplish like a bruise.You couldn’t see it, but seeing the regret in his eyes was enough. “... because of this.”

You kiss him in reply to tell him you weren’t mad, but he quickly pulls away.

“Do you work part time?”

“Yeah, but on nights.”

He chuckled. “Classic night owl… It’s Saturday, and my client wants to meet in the afternoon. I have something planned for us, if you wouldn’t object?”

You nod slowly. “... What…?”

“You’ll see.” Blithely, he covered your naked body with more blanket, and fished out a giant fluffy bathrobe from the shelves for you to wear.

You giggled. “Don’t you want to… continue, if your plans aren’t taking place any time soon?”

“Don’t. Be. Naughty.” He chided slowly as he typed away an email in his phone. “They’ll be here soon.”

“They?!” You’re lucky you dressed in time, because the door bell rang, and as Juyeon told them to come in, staff, dressed in hotel uniform-blank-and-white suits, brought in a whole rack of clothes, almost too many, jammed in a small pole on expensive ivory hangers. “Juyeon,” you murmur quietly, “what is this?”

“Shush.” With a kiss on your lips, he lifted you up to your feet. “I thought I’d buy you back what I ripped from you last night,” he says, referring to your panties… and the broken zipper of your slip dress. Which, honestly, seeing all these new dresses, was a horrible fit from you, plus the strap kept falling off, although that did help you seduce someone.

Juyeon finished his coffee sporadically glancing at you with the staff, who fitted you in for the clothes right away, everything you pointed at and wanted to try. Although everything was heavenly nice, you just picked out two outfits in the end: a dress, and a matching skirt and blouse, thanking the staff who folded it for you.

“Is that all?” Juyeon frowned. “You didn’t like the others?”

“No, I liked it! I just… it’s too much.”

“If you liked it, you can have the entire collection.”

“NO!” you gasped, too overwhelmed to even smile. “I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness, and… I have no place wearing things that expensive.”

“Of course you have a place doing that,” Juyeon chided absentmindedly. “But if these dresses weren’t to your liking, I’ll just get you more from the show.”

“... Show?” you started slowly.

“That’s what I’m here for—I have to make an appearance. For the fall/winter season…” He kissed your temple, then headed off to get dressed in his suit. “Don’t worry about it too much.”

You glanced over at the bedside table, where he had laid out two watches that he chose not to wear for the day, turning them over in your hands.

They’re expensive. Heavy. Crystal-studded.

What kind of guy did you just sleep with?

After excusing yourself but getting his number (to all three of his phones, even, and he told you to contact his assistant if you wanted), you headed back to the hotel room with your friends, where they were all hungover or still zonked out.

You had last night’s dress folded in a bag, and was wearing Chanel, which your friends noticed immediately, Doyeon coming over to you asking what the hell happened…

You’d never been asked ‘what happened’ without it being bad.

“I think I met a sugar daddy,” you say.

“Here?!”

“He has three Rolexes and he bought me an entire rack of clothes.”

You’d meant to call Juyeon after your part time shift, but after you finished, you fished around your bag for the contact numbers and emails he gave you, when you found the paper with the ink bled through from the mineral water you had that spilled, that simply couldn’t be salvaged. All that’s left was his work email, which you, assuredly, would never be able to contact without being awkward…

Imagine being his assistant, going through work emails, and seeing one with the subject ‘RE: so about that night…’ no way, she’d just delete your message.

You regretted not asking him when he was leaving the hotel, hoping he’d at least remembered your existence and left something for you to find him by…

When you went back to the hotel—and the security almost didn’t let you in, being that you had no business—his room had been cleared out and he was already on a plane. You just slowly dejectedly walked back to the lobby emptyhanded, missing the way his giant hand felt intertwined with yours.

“Did he leave any messages for me?” you asked slowly.

“Depends, what is your name?”

You gingerly slowly gave out your name, and the receptionist shook her head. You sighed. Well… it’s definitely not that kind of story, where you land a prince charming… it was just one night. You should be happy, right?

It’s two months after, that your friends make you contact him. They kept talking about how real sugar daddies should never be let go, when really, you didn’t care that he bought you chanel and all those other brands you couldn’t even fit in your mouth to speak… you’d have fallen for him even if he was faking the whole wealth thing…

Which he wasn’t, as you found out after googling his company and seeing the name of his assistant.

You typed in a long email explaining it to his assistant, hoping not everyone had access to this email, making it easy to find in his inbox.

Would he check it personally? You sighed.

Doyeon wouldn't stop talking about it, ever since you met Juyeon. Always "why do YOU get to meet a sugar daddy? At MY party?" Although you thought maybe your romance dreams were well and over once the contact card bled through your bag.

The truth was, you missed juyeon… a lot… endlessly, and the thought that he was just a one-time-brush-past scared you.

You fell asleep for a nap, and when you woke up, you had a new email. It was dark, and your designer clothes hung drying out after a wash. You rub your eyes and check it in a hurry—it’s 2 a.m. in korea, although who knows where he could be traveling to?

But what you found wasn’t automated, or from his assistant, and the words were his.

Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for your message?

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Falling Slowly - Chapter 1

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2000+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes:This started as a simple idea for Tommy. He had different ideas and I can’t say no to those freckles and smile. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for helping me get unstuck. You always have such great ideas!

And a big thanks to @wyn-n-tonic for helping me form thoughts and give this a little shape. I hope I can be a quarter as talented as you one day!

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It’s crowded in here tonight. Not quite theme park during season full, but close enough. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t seriously need a drink after the day I had at work. And this bar was the closest place to home that was still open.

Or maybe I just pulled into the first place I found.

I somehow manage to score a seat at the crowded bar, sliding quickly onto the stool that’s still warm from its previous occupant. I raise my hand to the bartender and she nods, taking another 2 orders before taking mine.

“Rum and Coke. Less Coke.”

She smiles, tossing me a wink before she walks off to make the drinks. I have to admit I’m mildly impressed by her memory, as she had taken at least 10 drink orders before mine and memorized them all. No wonder she has an overflowing tip jar.

It probably helps that she has giant tits too.

I take a few sips, letting the warmth of the rum spread through me, loosening my muscles before setting the glass down. The music playing is stupid loud, but the people seem to like it, jamming their sweaty bodies together in a tight group in the middle of the dance floor.

I’ll admit, this isn’t typically my scene. But the patients today were really on their game of trying to piss me off and I decided I earned a drink. I just wish I’d known how loud it would be. Thankfully, I'm not on call tomorrow.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

A man sits next to me, shifting his body so he’s facing me. When I don’t respond, he repeats himself, a little louder.

“I’m ok, thanks.” I try to let him down easy, but turning down a man who’s tipsy and looking to get laid is not an easy thing to do.

“Not yet you aren’t. We haven’t even spoken yet.”

Sighing, I turn my head to look at him. He’s all blue eyes and light hair, a slight tan on his face but one from hanging out at the pool and not from manual labor. I’d be surprised if this guy had to work for anything.

“I’m flattered, really, but I just want to drink in peace.”

“Oh, come on now, gorgeous. A little conversation won’t hurt.”

“Really, I’m good.” I turn my head back to my drink, removing my hand from the top of it to take a sip.

“You look stressed. I can help with that.”

His hand finds its way to my thigh, squeezing me slightly. But before I can do anything, a different, larger hand removes it for me.

“She said she was done talkin’.”

This new guy is gorgeous. Broad shoulders, a barrel chest, arms that could totally lift me, coupled with beautiful black curls, freckles speckled across his olive skin, accentuating his eyes, which I'm sure are normally kind when they aren't staring down an asshole.

The man who was talking to me yanks his hand away and stands up, the bar stool scraping across the floor.

"Fuck off, friend."

"Not until you leave the lady alone."

The man puffs up his chest, sticking his pointer finger out, jabbing at the man with the curls that I'd love to touch.

"Why don't you fuck off so you don't get hurt, hhmm? Me and the lady were getting along just fine."

The man with the curls looks at me and I shake my head, both to say I'm never going anywhere with this man and please don't get yourself hurt.

"Doesn't look like she wants to go with you."

The man glances over at me and I fix my face into what I hope is confidence.

"No way. I'm not going anywhere with you."

The man narrows his eyes. "I bought you a drink. The least you could do is come home with me."

Curls laughs and oh, I would love to hear that sound again. "Imagine being such a dick that you think forcing a drink upon a woman entitles you to sleep with her."

The man draws his fist back and quickly releases, punching Curls straight in the nose, his head flying backwards. He stumbles but doesn't go down, his hand swiping at his nose to see its already bleeding. The man tries to grab for me but Curls stops him, landing several good punches of his own.

"Stop! He's not worth it!" I try to step in but it's pointless. I can't get close enough to stop anything.

A minute or so later it doesn't matter because the cops show up, separating the men and loading them both into the back of cop cars, Curls meeting my eyes and giving me a small smile before he's pushed into the cab.

"Excuse me," I stop one of the cops. "Which jail is he going to?"

"Travis County. The one on 10th."

"Thanks."

The men load up and take off as I turn to walk to my car and head to the police station. When I arrive, the desk officer tells me I'll have to wait a while for them to be processed, but that they will both make bail.

So I wait.

Several hours later, the kind desk officer rouses me awake and let's me know I can post bail. I do and they ask me to wait in the lobby while they bring him to the front. When he comes around the corner, he's talking to the officer that's escorting him.

"Yes sir, but can you tell me who posted my bail?"

The officer nods in my direction while extending his arm out, indicating that the man should proceed without him. Curls turns in the direction the officer pointed him and locks eyes with me as I stand, folding my jacket over my arm. He smiles as we walk towards each other, making my cheeks feel warm under his gaze.

"You bailed me out?"

"I had to. You saved me."

God his smile is like sunshine. "Oh, you didn't owe me anything, darlin'."

"I definitely did. That guy was a creep and who knows what else he could've done?"

"Well at least let me pay you back the bail?"

I wave my hand at him. "No way."

"There must be some way for me to pay you back?"

I gesture at his face. "How about you let me take care of that?"

He touches his nose and looks at his hand, seeing some dried blood. "Oh, no that's ok. I'll just go clean up-"

I step closer to him, hand stretching towards his face. "I can't believe they didn't get you checked out."

"Ah I'll be alright."

"Stop arguing and come with me."

He looks at me, all brown eyes and tiny freckles, a small smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. "Yes ma'am."

Oh I am so fucked.

He follows me to my car and gets in the passenger side. As I turn the key on the ignition, I realize I don't even know his name.

"I'm Tommy by the way."

I tell him my name. "But my friends call me Daisy."

"Well it's nice to meet you, Daisy."

We make it back to my place, as his truck had been impounded and so unavailable until morning. Tommy tries to decline my offer of a place to stay while he waits for his truck, until I ask if I'm so offensive looking that he wouldn't want to come up to my apartment.

"No way, ma'am. Quite the opposite."

He follows me upstairs, kicking off his boots when I kick off my shoes. He looks around nervously and I see him scanning all the windows and doors.

"You serve?" I ask.

He looks at me, eyebrows raised. "Yeah. Desert Storm. How'd you know?"

"My dad always scans a place when he enters it. I'm assuming you'll want your back to a wall too? Exits visible?"

"I…yeah. That would be preferable."

I gesture to my couch, which is against the wall. "Have a seat. Let me get my first aid kit."

I grab my kit and some ice in a bag and sit next to Tommy, who turns his broad chest towards me when he sits up. His eyes glance behind me at my bookshelf.

"That shelf looks like it's on its last leg."

I chuckle. "Probably is. I've had it forever and it wasn't high quality to begin with. Just some Ikea shit."

He groans, like I’ve just offended his entire ancestor line. "No, not Ikea! I could make you some new ones."

"What, are you a carpenter or something?"

"Similiar. Contractor. But I do know my way around wood."

"So do I."

Tommy shifts his legs at my implication and I smirk, dabbing at the now dried blood on his face, cradling his chin with my other hand.

His eyes are on me, so close I can feel his breath puffing out against my skin and I feel heat starting to pool between my thighs.

"Pride and Prejudice?" He asks.

"What?"

"On your shelf."

"Oh. Yeah. Haven't read it in a while but I was obsessed when I was little. Wait - have you read it?"

He smirks. "Are you surprised?"

"A little."

"My niece needed help with her book report. So I read it to be able to help her."

"You read an entire book to help your niece with a paper?"

"Yeah."

"That's really sweet. Not many people would do that."

"Oh I'm not many people."

"That's for sure.. hey Tommy, are you hungry? I have some pizza left over."

His eyes flick between mine, a soft smile appearing on his face.

"I love pizza."

"Great!" I move to the kitchen and start getting out the pizza, putting some slices on my pizza stone and turning on the oven to preheat it.

"I rented the new X-Men movie from Blockbuster. Have you seen it?" I ask as the oven bings and I slide the pizza in it.

"You managed to snag a copy?"

"I bribed the cashier."

He chuckles. "I haven't seen it yet."

"Ok cool. I'll put that on for us."

The pizza finishes reheating and I divvy it up, offering Tommy a beer. We sit on the couch, plates on the coffee table as I get out the DVD. Tommy whistles.

"You got a DVD player?"

"Yeah. It was my one splurge on myself when I moved here. Well that and a new mattress."

I fast forward through the commercials, cursing the makers for not adding a "skip ad" button.

"Is your boyfriend gonna be alright with us hanging out?"

“Yeah, no. I don’t have one of those.”

Tommy sits up a little straighter. “Oh? Why not?”

I shrug. “I just moved to a whole new city and wanted to settle in. I don’t like long distance because it just never works out. Plus I can’t deal with all the-” I twist my wrist in a circle “- neediness?”

Tommy chuckles. “Neediness?”

“Yeah. My job takes a lot out of me and honestly, I don’t have the mental space for a boyfriend right now. That’s why I like you.”

Tommy points to himself, eyebrows raised in question. “Me?”

“Yeah. I’ve only known you a few hours but you’ve already saved my ass and don’t act all high and mighty. Plus you have great taste in books and movies.”

Tommy and I finish watching the movie and I drive him back to the impound lot now that it’s open. We exchange numbers and promise to hang out again, both of us missing the glances in the other’s direction. Although I’m pretty sure he caught me staring at his ass when he was standing at the checkout counter.

“So you’re just….friends?”

Tommy nods, taking another sip of his beer. “That’s what I said, Joel.”

Joel studies his brother, his eyes narrowing. “She pretty?”

“So pretty she’d make a man plow through a stump.”

The corner’s of Joel mouth tick up for a second before he fixes a stern look on his face. “Be careful, Tommy. It’s hard for men and women to be friends if they’re attracted to each other. Someone’s bound to get hurt.”

“That would mean she’s attracted to me, big brother, and there’s no way. She ain’t lookin’.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“‘Sides, don’t you want a good example set for Sarah? That boys and girls can just be friends?”

Joel shakes his head, pointing at Tommy. “I don’t want her near any boys for any reason for her entire life.”

>>Chapter 2>>

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Summary: Ezra is stranded without a ship and has nothing to offer you in return for a ride off The Green... So you make a deal.

WC: 1.6k

Content/Warnings: Butt stuff :) oh and just like... warning for the way Ezra talks. Excessive use of lines from the movie.

I am excited to present the next installment of the Peg that Middle Aged Man Campaign 2023. My dear friends @atinylittlepain (who made the graphic!), @beskarandblasters, @serenaxpedro, @jksprincess10, @cutesyscreenname and I are all writing a series of pegging fics for you lovely freaks. And we all have at least one out already! We'll be posting a masterlist next week, but for now, you can find them under the tag #peg that middle aged man campaign 2023.

Thanks to @str84pedro for the edit/commentary <3

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The Green is a terrifying place to mine for Aurelac, being one of the rougher and less regulated prospecting destinations. As such, you don’t make a habit of talking to strangers here. Get in, get the shit, get out. That’s how you’ve always done it.

This time is different though. This time you found a man sitting on a log, helmet-covered head pressed into his hands. You tried to retreat quietly, hoping he wouldn’t notice you. It’s never a good idea to get caught out here alone. People got desperate.

Before you could safely make it back into the cover of the forest, the man looked up and locked eyes with you. You pulled your thrower on him, taking several steps back. The man threw his hands in the air and said, “Easy there, stranger. I do not intend to cause you any harm.”

He spoke with an odd cadence, some fringe-planet accent coloring his dialogue. It was oddly disarming, causing you to drop your weapon a tad.

“And why would I believe you?”

“I happen to be without a ship and therefore have no reason to dispossess you of your trophy case,” the man shot back, hands still above his head.

This shocked you, as being without a ship on The Green pretty much guaranteed you were not long for this world. His air filter would give out sooner or later and the dust would choke him to death. You may be tough, maybe even cold, but you’re not evil. You couldn’t leave him there.

You holstered your thrower and took a few steps toward the man. “I can give you a lift, but I won’t do it for free. What can you offer me?”

The man had slowly lowered his hands to gesture at himself. “Your offer is indeed generous, and I would be more than happy to sign and seal save for one glaring slip… I have naught to my name but this suit and my body.”

You considered him for a moment. It was a little hard to get a good look under the bubble of his helmet, but from what you could see, he was handsome. He had dark hair and golden skin. A mustache framed his plush lips and a scruffy beard covered his jaw. His nose was prominent and curved, which you’ve always liked on a man. Fuck it, he’s hot. “Your body will do.”

He had shrugged and stood up, striding over to shake your hand. “Name’s Ezra.”

On the walk back to your ship, you’d introduced yourself and asked for the story of how he came to be without a ship on this gods forsaken moon. It was a sorry tale and made you more than a little wary about his motivations, but he was so damn charming you couldn’t help but trust him.

Now, sitting in the captain’s chair of your ship and taking in the sight of Ezra out of his suit, you’re glad you decided to trust him. The man is gorgeous, sitting sprawled out against the wall. He’s all broad shoulders and thick thighs wrapped in a black and tan flight suit. His close cropped hair has a little blonde patch at the front and his eyes are a deep chocolate brown.

“Would I be too forward in asking how you intend to proceed, little bird?” Ezra drawls.

“Not at all. How experienced are you, exactly?” You doubt very much that he’s a blushing virgin, based on looks and age alone.

“I myself have frequently indulged, and I have not often found regret,” he throws a wink at you, the corner of his mouth quirking into a self-satisfied smirk. He knows he’s hot, damn him. But you intend to throw him for a loop.

“I’m not sure you’ve indulged in this particular technique… If you want a ride on my ship, you’ll have to let me take you, pretty boy,” you stare him down, smugness settling into your features as you take in his shocked expression.

“I… um. I have not had that particular pleasure… you do not appear to have an apparatus with which to accomplish the task at hand.” He gestures at you, clearly wondering if you’re hiding a dick under your flight suit.

“I’m full of surprises.” You stand and make your way to a small wardrobe by your bed, digging around in your stash to find what you’re looking for. You shut the door, triumphantly holding your strap out for Ezra.

The harness is made from a similar material to your flight suit. Already slotted into the ring is a long flesh colored phallus made from a soft but firm material mined on your home planet.

“Now this is somethin’ I have never seen… in all my time in The Green.” Ezra looks fascinated by your contraption, not a hint of nervousness in his big brown eyes.

“So what’ll it be, Ez? Deal or no deal?”

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Ezra is truly beautiful. His golden skin shimmers with sweat as you pump two fingers in and out of him, lightly stroking his pretty cock. He’s laid back on your bed, thighs spread to accommodate you, a pillow under his hips to grant you easier access. “Feel good, babe?”

“Kinda nice… tingly,” Ezra chokes out, throwing his head back onto the bed dramatically. He’s extremely vocal, talking himself through the new sensation and whimpering when you curl your fingers into the sensitive spot inside him.

You lower your head and gently suck the tip of his cock into your mouth, skimming your lips over the smooth skin and taking in the earthy taste of his precum. Ezra whines and jerks his hips, trying to push himself deeper in your mouth, but you follow the motion. You just know his begging will be glorious and you’re determined to draw it out of him.

You dip your tongue into his slit at the same time you add a finger inside him. Ezra’s whole body goes taut for a moment, his head snapping up off the bed, before he relaxes into your touch. “You’re so responsive, Ez. Good boy.”

“I greatly… appreciate the compliment… little bird.” Ezra grits through his teeth. “I would also greatly…” he breaks off with a moan as you press the pads of your fingers into his prostate again. “... appreciate getting… a move on.”

You decide you’ve teased him enough for now, sitting back on your heels and slicking up your fake cock. You grip the backs of Ezra’s thighs and push his legs toward his chest, admiring the way he’s so pliant for you. You settle the tip against his hole and push in just a bit. “Good?”

“No harm done yet,” Ezra says breathlessly. You rub your hands up and down his thighs soothingly and push in slowly. Ezra sucks in a breath and blows it out quickly a few times and you giggle at him.

“Ezra, sweetheart, you alright?”

He shifts his hips, seating himself fully on your toy with a slightly pained groan. “You don’t have to be so gentle with me, little bird. I will not shatter.”

You take this as your cue to fuck him stupid. You wonder if you can render him speechless. Leaning forward slightly and readjusting your grip on his thighs, you pull out of him and thrust back in to the hilt twice.

“Slow… slow down a beat there, little bird.” Ezra’s hands flutter over his own chest and up into his hair, like he doesn’t know where to settle them.

You slowly circle your hips, rubbing against the spot inside him you know will get him back on board. Ezra tugs at his own hair and babbles a string of praise at the sensation. “There ya go baby. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”

You lean forward, planting your hands on either side of his head and slot your thighs under his. You thrust slowly in and out of him, drawing a circle with your hips each time. His body chases your movements like he doesn’t want you to pull away at all, hands sliding up around your waist and pulling you into him.

“Fuck, little bird, you are a miracle.” He gazes up at you in awe, as if you just told him you know where the Queen’s Lair is and you’re going to take him there. His lips part and his head digs into the sheets as he arches his hips up to you. You reach between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his length and begin stroking him in time with your thrusts.

“Are you going to come for me, pretty boy?” You whisper before sucking his earlobe into your mouth. He whimpers and arches further into your body, hips shifting to meet every thrust.

“Please! Don’t stop birdie, I’m near- nearing my rel- release.” You stifle a giggle at his phrasing and speed up your hand on his cock. You feel his body jerking beneath you and pull back to watch his face as he cums.

His eyes are shut tight, brow pinched in the middle, and little moans and whimpers fall from his parted lips. You lean forward and suck his plush bottom lip between your teeth, grazing it lightly before kissing him fully.

You feel the hot spurts of his cum cover your fingers as he breaks the kiss, throwing his head back and groaning deep and loud. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your back, pulling you down on top of him.

He lays there, panting into your shoulder for a minute before he turns his head and whispers in your ear.

“Actions like these foment the threat of appropriate reactions.”

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Good Morning Honey🥰

I hope you have a good rest of the week🖤🥺

I was wondering Dark! Stepdad Michael x f| reader where Michael has been dating your mother for months and a year he's moved in with you two he starts a relationship with you while mother goes out for work or a trip away for work and something happens, I love your blog <3

Thanks Megan, you as well 😊😉

Man, did this idea make me smirk. I'll give it my best shot - hope you'll like it!

Dark!Stepdad OG Michael Myers (set in modern day) x Fem Reader

Warnings: Cheating / Age Gap: Michael is 38 and Reader is 19

NSFW / MDNI

You looked down into the back yard through your bedroom window with utter dread. Your mom had invited a bunch of her friends and some select few family members for a Saturday afternoon bbq and you were not looking forward to mingling with them.

You knew the same questions would be fired at you, such as have you found work yet? have you met anyone special? i hope you help your mom around the house? when last have you seen your dad? Then they'll go back to ignoring you and carry on with their insipid conversations about their marriages and work life. As always. Leaving you to sit there like a stooge with no one to talk to.

You at least managed to get out of the first hour or so of the bbq by lying to your mom that you had a headache and that you just wanted to take a pill and have a bit of a sleep so that the medication could work before you join everyone for lunch. She believed you, to your own surprise, as the 'ol headache excuse was one of the oldest in the book.

Michael of course was not so lucky. He could not escape the dull chore of domestic entertainment and socializing that was a bbq this time around. Usually the moment mom mentioned the words 'friends', 'family' and 'coming over' Michael would disappear for a day or two and your mom had to make up stories as to his whereabouts.

You had a giggle to yourself as you spied Michael standing with the men around the grill, an apple cider in hand and a 'dear god please kill me now' expression on his usually stoic face.

You looked at him for a bit longer, admiring how the navy tshirt he wore stretched across his broad chest and shoulders, how his black jeans hugged his shapely thighs and ass.

You always felt guilty when you looked at and thought about Michael in any way other than platonic. The Shape of Haddonfield was your mother's boyfriend after all. Lusting after the serial killer seemed wrong for so many reasons.

But you simply couldn't help it. He was too compelling, too darkly alluring, too physically attractive. He reminded you of a jungle cat - beautiful and svelte, dexterous and strong and so very enchanting to gaze upon. But he was also deadly and dangerous, an apex predator. Death in human form - the boogeyman. And that made him all the more alluring for you. Your mom obviously felt the same, otherwise she'd have run for the hills by now.

Michael must have felt eyes on him as you jerked slightly when you again looked at his face and found him staring up and right at you. His usual blank expression was back in place but his eyes always held so much emotion that he didn't need to use any expressions.

His head tilted a bit to the left as if asking why you weren't down there suffering alongside him. You took pity on the murderous man and decided that you had hidden away in your bedroom for long enough.

Let's just get this started and over with

You looked at Michael one last time before you left your bedroom and made your way downstairs, passing a gaggle of your mom's friends who were gossiping and giggling about who-know's-what. You gave them a quick hello and a wave and rolled your eyes as you exited out of the living room's sliding door and out into the back garden.

You were immediately accosted by your two overbearing aunts with their obedient and wimpy husbands trailing after them. They of course bombarded you with the usual questions, judgement in their eyes and fake interest and sincerity dripping from their tongues. All they wanted was gossip fodder and you were glad your life was relatively boring and free of anything to gossip over.

Realizing this, your aunts quickly ended the "conversation" and stalked off to a couple of your mom's friends. You huffed and walked over to the grill, intending to save Michael from his torment.

Before you could take another step forward your mom intercepted you and blocked your view of the handsome man with the butterscotch curls and intense stormy blue eyes.

"y/n sweetie, Angela is driving me crazy with her tales of her and Peter's trip to the UK - she's expecting me back to hear about their casino trip disaster asap. God I just can't get away. Please go to the kitchen and finish making the potato salad - I just managed to cut them into cubes before she found me and dragged me away" your mom huffed and rubbed her temples.

You chuckled and nodded before gesturing to your aunts. "Try sending her and Peter to aunt Yvette and aunt Miranda - they'll keep each other busy for hours with their gossip mongering"

"Good idea!" exclaimed your mom as she pecked you on the cheek before begrudgingly trekking back to her friends Angela and Peter.

You turn back to look over at the grill and see Michael staring intently at you again. You blush and clear your throat before you walk up to the intimidating killer.

"Sorry boys but I need help in the kitchen and I'll be taking Michael along with me" you say as you gently grasp Michael's wrist.

The men barely heard you over their own boisterous laughter and storytelling with you only receiving a few half-hearted grunts and "no problems" in return.

Of course they wouldn't miss Michael, he was practically a piece of garden furniture standing beside them. Silent and still as a statue.

Michael let you drag him through the throngs of guests before the both of you stopped in the now empty kitchen with everyone else enjoying the music and sunshine outside.

"Next time you're taking me with you to wherever you disappear to when mom has one of these get-togethers, ok?" you say as you get a spoon out of the drawer and reach for the ground salt and pepper.

Naturally you were met with silence but you weren't fazed. Despite his stillness you knew he was taking in your every word and movement. Which was both comforting and disconcerting at the same time.

To your surprise Michael went to the fridge and pulled out the onions, green and red peppers, chives and mayonnaise and handed them to you before silently moving to your side again. You smiled up at him and mouthed a thanks before you began the task of dicing up the veggies to add to the potatoes.

Your concentration on your task was at level zero with how close Michael was standing next to you. His presence was larger than life, engulfing you in a sort of tangible energy that threatened to swallow you whole if you allowed it.

You felt his eyes raking over your form and your heart began thrumming wildly within your chest. Your eyes were glued to the cutting board but at this point, with the atmosphere Michael was setting you were simply working on auto pilot.

Ever so gently - which was a miracle in of itself coming from Michael - he ghosted his fingertips along your forearm, circling your elbow before moving up your bare upper arm. Goosebumps formed on your flesh, the fine hairs on your body stood to attention and your nipples hardened and pebbled beneath your sundress.

You didn't know what in the hell had gotten into Michael but your body didn't want him stop. And stop he didn't. Your nerves felt like they were set on fire as the tall man moved to stand flush behind you, both of his hands softly caressing your ribs on either side, his lips gently brushing over where your neck meets your shoulder.

You let out a small gasp, your eyes closed and you stopped cutting the veggies. This was wrong, so so wrong. You shouldn't give in to this, you should yell and push him away and march to your mom and tell her what her boyfriend just pulled in the kitchen. But you don't listen to your head. You fall into your body's desire and succumb to the ministrations Michael is performing on your flushed skin.

"Michael this is wrong" you try and tell him but your words lack conviction and are instead laced with lust. "We can't do this" you try once more but your eyes shoot open and a loud breath leaves you as Michael lowers himself to his knees, lifts the hem of your dress and drags his index finger along your cotton clothed slit.

Little jolts of electricity bounce to every nerve and cell of your body as Michael repeats the motion while his soft lips press chaste kisses against your bare bottom. You nervously look out through the empty living room and into the garden where you can see the guests drinking and chatting away, none the wiser of what's happening in the kitchen with their friend's daughter and her boyfriend.

Michael moves to sit on the kitchen floor, his back against the kitchen cabinets and his face right in line with your now dripping pussy. A wanton moan escapes you as he pulls your cotton thong down to your knees and grips your throbbing clit with his lips, giving it a deep pull, his teeth gently scraping against the sensitive flesh.

"Michael!" you gasp as your hands drop the red pepper and knife and instead grip the curls atop his head as Michael continues to caress your clit with his lips and tongue. You find yourself grinding against his face at the pleasure wracking through your heated body as Michael's large hands grip each one of your ass cheeks, firmly squeezing and massaging them.

Eventually you feel the blazing tightening deep in your core as your orgasm fast approaches. "Michael... I'm gonna..." you can't form coherent sentences with how good the serial killer's mouth is abusing your pulsing clit. Michael gives your ass cheek a firm, hard slap - his way of commanding you to cum for him.

That hard slap sent a pleasurable jolt through to your pussy which pushed you over the edge. Your hands flew to your mouth to cover your euphoric cry as the orgasm which wracked your body was the most intense you had ever felt - your own fingers had never and most likely could never bring such an orgasm about.

You panted and gripped the counter while trying to steady your breathing as you came down from your high. You looked down onto Michael who was staring back up at you. The bottom half of his face was glistening with your juices, and while his features showed no emotion, his eyes were smoldering with satisfaction and something else you couldn't identify... something dark.

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A few weeks had passed since your and Michael's initial escapade in the kitchen and since then the two of you had been indulging in one another and simply spending more time with each other whenever you could - you of course enjoyed the carnal pleasure that Michael brought you but more than that you found you really enjoyed his company. His mere presence calmed your otherwise natural nervous disposition and you found you shared a lot of things in common such as your music, movie and even food tastes among some other things and interests. You were never the one to initiate though, you were far too shy and guilt-ridden for that.

You couldn't believe what you were doing to your mom. She loved Michael but Michael clearly didn't love her. So why was he in a relationship with her? Was it perhaps one out of convenience? A roof over his head, food, a body to keep him warm and satisfied? You could imagine his barren old childhood home didn't offer much of anything, not like your and your mom's home could.

You didn't really know how to feel about that. If that was the case then he was simply using your mom while she in return was giving her resources, time, heart and body to someone who held no true feelings for her.

With an aggravated huff you pushed those ruminations to the back of your mind, where you had been trying to keep them caged and out of sight so that the guilt didn't eat you up while you fell deep and hard into the Michael abyss - you were treading dangerous terrain with Michael and you were afraid to where it would lead to.

"You seem deep in thought y/n" you jumped, startled by your mom's voice as you sat on the sofa, with you only partially paying attention to The Last of Us showing on the tv.

"Oh! Uhm, yeah.. sorry. Just thinking about the interview yesterday. I hope I get the job" you lie nervously as you look up at your mom.

"Don't worry hun, you'll get it. That job is perfect for you, Mr. Jenkins would be a fool to let you slip through his fingers. You would be so happy in that little bookstore. Just you, your boss and a ton of books. I know you'd hate to work in a large office building with hundreds of people, bright lighting and loud constant noise like myself"

You blow out a small breath as you rake your fingers through your hair. "I don't know how you manage that, I would never be able to get any work done and I think half the time I'd just hide away in the bathroom"

Your mom chuckles and pats your head before grabbing a chocolate covered pretzel from the bowl in front of you. "By the way, I just came to let you know that I'll be leaving for a couple of days with Don. Some seminar in Seattle and he wanted me to tag along"

Your eyes narrowed as your mom carried on speaking about the business trip, though Don was more on her tongue than the actual details of the trip itself. She raved about his big house and red Porsche, and how many new business ventures he was wading into. She had stars in her eyes and a dusting of pink on her cheeks as she practically gushed about her wealthy boss and all his possessions.

You couldn't believe it. Was your mom really feeling some type of way about Don the Douchebag? You hated that guy - you'd never met anyone more smug, self-important, materialistic and pretentious as that man. You had to be wrong about this, you just had to.

Michael was 100 times more of a man than Don could ever hope to be! Sure, Michael didn't have any material possessions or financial resources but he outshone Don in all other ways.

Michael was handsome, he was strong, capable, had an indomitable will, he had an endless pool of determination and conviction. He was sure in and of himself and let nothing stand in his path. His skill as a lover was to your limited knowledge, skilled perfection. He was smart and had a subtle humour that resonated with you which often left the two of you snickering while your mom stood there not understanding the joke.

When you felt down he would sit close by you, he never spoke but his presence comforted you - he had even allowed you to hug him on occasion when you had had a rough day at school and you needed physical affection - your mom was always working of course and you were often left at home with Michael. Sometimes you'd come home to a sandwich having been made for you by him, which always softened your heart to the ruthless killer.

He wa-- you stopped your inner defense and monologue of Michael and realized you sounded just the same as your mom who was raving about Don. You paused and alarmingly wondered where all those thoughts and praises came from - and they came so quickly too.

As your inner self had spoken so vehemently about Michael a warmth had spread throughout your chest that set your heart racing. Spooked at this, you quickly shut that train of thought down and focused back on the now retreating form of your mom who was informing you that she'd be up in her bedroom packing for the business trip.

You felt eyes on you and looked to the doorway that lead to the garage. Michael stood there in his coveralls and mask, a shiver ran down your spine as those two empty black voids of the mask bored right through you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when he turned around and went back into the garage.

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Michael had been a bit distant from you and scarce from the house since your mom had been away, only showing up for dinner and two lunches. You worried at this change. Did you do something to upset him? Was he angry at you for some reason?

You didn't quite understand it, but you felt hurt by his absence and distance. You shouldn't though, he's not your boyfriend - he belongs to your mom. So why is that fact starting to hurt too?

You were lying flat on your stomach on your bed doodling in your sketchbook the night before your mom was due to arrive back from the seminar. Your thoughts were everywhere except on your drawings.

These past few weeks had unlocked something within you which had perhaps been there for a long time and only now after certain events had been transpiring was it bubbling to the surface.

That something was Michael.... and your feelings for the masked killer. You knew you shouldn't feel the things you did for him - he was a serial killer, an escaped patient... or inmate? Honestly you felt he was a bit of both. He was way older than you and most importantly he was your mom's lover... not yours.

But you had crossed that line already, had you not? None of those burdensome thoughts crossed your lusty little mind when his mouth and tongue were attached to your wet little pussy, when his long dextrous fingers were inside of your tight hole or when your lips were wrapped around his lengthy, girthy cock. You had no right to bemoan your issues with Michael and your feelings when they meant so little during your desire filled hazes.

Suddenly you felt a dip in your bed from behind you. Your eyes grew wide and your heartbeat sped up. You felt a large body lean over you, caging you between their legs and arms - the white tip nose of the familiar latex mask brushed up against your cheek and down the column of your neck inhaling your scent.

Heat and moisture immediately pooled between your legs as Michael ground his groin against your ass. You could feel his hard length through his coveralls and your thin lacy panties. A small whimper escaped you as Michael moved his hand between your legs and palmed your clothed pussy. He grunted at the warm moisture which had soaked right through the thin material and now coated his calloused skin.

A startled gasp left you as Michael flipped you with ease onto your back - that expressionless sinister mask staring down at your prone form. You noticed his coveralls were stained with darkened splotches here and there and then you spied a little bit of crimson close to the left ear of his mask - he had just come back from a kill... or killings, no doubt. A sickening thrill shot through you and to your core at the thought, your breathing visibly picked up and your pussy clenched.

You should be disgusted and ashamed with yourself at the fact that his killing actually turned you on so much or at all, but as usual, as The Shape lifted your short nightie up your body and shimmied it up over your shoulders and off your head your reservations and warnings fell to the wayside.

You stared up at the killer in eager anticipation as his large, calloused hands began to roam your soft, warm body. You sighed contentedly as his fingertips gently ran down over your ribs, beneath your breasts, down the center of your belly and over your hipbones only stop atop your soft pubic mound.

Your eyes bored into the two shadowed holes of his mask, feelings you didn't understand and maybe didn't want to understand swam at the forefront of your mind as Michael worshipped your body with a sensuality and gentleness you didn't think him capable of. But should you really be shocked? Michael had been surprising you for the last 3 years by proving all the preconceived notions about him wrong. Even your mom took him at face value and never delved deeper into the man behind the mask.

You smirked not so innocently inside your mind, this was something you had of Michael that she didn't. Michael showed you and you alone the real him, the man beyond the one dimensional aspect of the serial killer, the true Michael Audrey Myers and you would savour this for as long as you could.

Michael then trailed his warm hands back up your body to your breasts, cupping them in his hands and giving them a firm squeeze before his fingers began rolling and pinching your pebbled nipples.

You mewled and squirmed at the sensation as his ministrations on your nipples sent small jolts of electricity down to your aching clit.

Michael then took his right hand and brought his fingers to your mouth, pushing his middle and index fingers past your lips for you to suckle and lave with your tongue. You stared up at him again, your half lidded eyes making contact with his own as he finger fucked your mouth. Your ears perked up as you heard the faintest of moans from behind his mask - you smirked to yourself as you found that there were few things sexier than a man who was vocal during sex, even if it were on the softer side. Not that you had been with other men to personally know and hear them moan, as you were a virgin - but you did watch porn.

Him removing his fingers from your mouth broke your chain of thought as you watched him move his hand down to your pussy where he then inserted his wet fingers into your clenching, eager hole.

You squirmed and mewled as he began pumping his long thick digits in and out of your slick pussy, his other hand was rubbing circles around your throbbing clit.

The pleasurable sensations made you tweak and pinch at your nipples which sent you over the edge. With a cry your orgasm shot through your body, your pussy spasmed and clenched around Michael's fingers, your clit pulsated and you sighed in satisfaction with your head hitting your pillow as you came down from your orgasm.

You watched lazily and contentedly as Michael removed his fingers and made to unzip his coveralls. You admired his fit form as more and more skin was revealed the lower his zipper went.

Once his coveralls had pooled below his hips and his throbbing, red tipped member was released you assumed he was after a blowjob as the two of you had not had actual sex with one another yet.

Your eyes widened when Michael brought the head of his large cock to your slick pussy and dragged it up your slit before circling it over and around your sensitive clit.

Was he planning to-- was this the night!? And with Michael Myers??

Your heartbeat sped up again and your chest visibly rose and fell. Michael looked towards you and tilted his head, seeing your sudden nervousness.

He reached for his mask and pulled it off, tossing it on the floor before returning his attention on you. His stormy blue eyes were darkened with lust yet held a softness to them that you were unused to as he gazed into your own e/c eyes.

Your breath hitched as bent forwards and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. You closed your eyes and felt his tongue slide across your bottom lip asking for entrance. You obliged and opened your mouth, allowing his tongue access. The kiss, at least from your end was sloppy and amateurish as you had never kissed anyone before this. Michael didn't seem to care as he moaned into your mouth. His bare chest was now flushed against yours, his hold on both sides of your head became firmer as the kiss deepened and became more desperate.

You raked your fingernails across his back and gasped into the kiss as you felt the tip of his cock poke at your entrance. Michael pulled away from the kiss leaving you panting and smiling up at him. Never did you ever think a kiss could be so good.

You looked down to where Michael's length was gently resting atop your pubic mound and wondered if you were ready to lose your virginity... to your mom's boyfriend.

The easy reply was yes, a thousand times yes. You wanted this so fucking badly and with nobody else but Michael. And before the other voice in your head could list all the reasons of why you shouldn't do this and why it was wrong you pushed it to the very back of your mind and smiled up at Michael once more before spreading your legs a little wider - your permission for him to continue. For the both of you to go through with this. For Michael Myers to take your virginity.

Michael dragged his nails along your hips and along your thighs before he gripped them and pushed them as wide apart as he could. The cool air hit your moist pussy causing you to whimper. Taking his cock in his hand he ran the head up your slit before rubbing small circles over your clit, you moaned and cupped your breasts. You had never wanted anything more than this before. This is feeling was so unfamiliar, so strange and yet felt so right, so good.

"Michael, please... I need you.. now" you whined as you tweaked your nipples and ran your hands down your flushed body.

Needing no more confirmation Michael aligned the head of his cock with your entrance before carefully pushing inside. You gasped and whimpered at the burning and stinging stretch, gripping Michael's forearms tightly as they rested on either side of you.

Tears welled in your eyes at the painful sensation and looking down at your now joined bodies you knew that Michael's impressive girth was not helping.

Michael began moving in and out of you at a steady pace and slow rhythm, giving you time to adjust to the new sensations.

Soon the sting and burn began to dissipate and pleasure washed over you. You moved your hips forward to meet his thrusts which had now picked up pace and strength.

"Yes Michael... harder.. faster!" you moaned louder as Michael obliged. His pace became thunderous, your hips and thighs visibly rippling as his pelvis slammed against your sweaty, heated skin again and again and again.

Your nails scratched at his back, your toes curled. You never would have thought sex could actually feel this fucking good. The stretch of Michael within you was overwhelming as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each deep thrust causing you to let out obscene moans of intense pleasure.

As the both of you chased your orgasms, Michael too became more vocal. His low, throaty grunts and moans sent thrills down your spine, hastening the euphoria that was fast approaching.

Michael leaned down for another desperate kiss as his fingers lavished your clit with needed attention.

The kiss broke as Michael let out a pornographic moan at his orgasm, thick ropes of warm sticky cum coated your fluttering walls and with a cry your own orgasm assaulted you at hearing Michael. Your pussy clenched and gripped his shaft, milking it of everything it had to offer.

Michael collapsed on top of you, his weight and him still sheathed inside of you comforted you in a way you didn't know you needed.

You brought your hand up and began running your fingers through his curly sandy blond hair, a content smile gracing your lips. You didn't want to speak to ruin this peaceful moment, so you closed your eyes and continued your ministrations on Michael's head as he hummed in sleepy approval.

There were so so so many things to contemplate on now and to consider going forward but as sleep began to take you, you would worry about everything tomorrow.

If only you had heard the key being slotted into the front door downstairs....

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Megan, girl, sorry lol I got carried away with this one - its way longer than I anticipated. Hope you don't mind 😄

#michael myers #og michael myers #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x reader #halloween #halloween 1978 #slasher #slasher smut #slasher fic #slasher fucker #slasher lover #slasher fandom #slasher community

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how do you deal with loving yourself in an age where everybody publicly hates you? i think my internalised transphobia/homophobia is actually killing me

I think first, you have to forgive yourself for not loving or even liking yourself. That may sound counterproductive, but when I actually did this, I felt so much less pressure to perform love and to pretend like I was okay.

This is a process that can take years, and honestly? I still struggle with this. It's not realistic to expect yourself to wake up and be fine. Recognize when you aren't okay, when you feel that self-loathing, and don't feel shame over it (easier said than done, yes, but it is important). What you feel is only natural. What you feel is completely understandable.

Some of the things I have done beyond what I put above are:

Finding a passion outside of anything related to my internalized transphobia/homophobia. For me, this is crafting. It separates me from the world and from myself in such a way that I feel... beyond myself, if that makes sense. It's a liminal space where nothing matters, but what is in front of me

Community. Finding your own place in this world is incredibly important, and it can be difficult. If there is an LGBT center near you, please go there, even if you leave early. Being surrounded by others who are not only similar but you can see can make a difference.

Learning. This one might not work, but I found that education helped me love this world in a way that really helped change my view. I've dabbled in science and history because they're my favourites, but I think learning the beautiful parts of this world can help to make you reflect on how you aren't seperate from this world, you are integral to it.

Make time for yourself. Whatever time you have left, dedicate it to you. What this means, only you can say. For me, I set time for myself to enjoy video games and crafting and being with my cats. This time should be true to what you want to do in order to listen to and honour yourself

In the vein of community: Surround yourself with others like you, with trans and gay and queer people - with a broad spectrum of our communities. Don't tolerate intolerance, and when you come across it, remember your worth and remember that you and your existence aren't debates. You are an actual person. You don't have to entertain the idea that you are anything less.

Remember the world can be kind. The world can (and will) show you kindness, especially where you least expect it. It may seem like the hatred you hear is loud, but louder still will be the people who will see you for you and won't turn away from you.

This isn't a cure-all. I won't peddle magic cures, and I don't want to give the impression that you are "wrong" or "bad" for how you are doing. You aren't the first person to feel this way, and you aren't the only one, either. In that sense, your pain isn't felt alone. I hope that you can feel peace and safety within yourself, if not now, then one day. You are worth that. If you aren't ready for this, please keep all this in your back pocket. It is never too late. It won't be too late.

#ask #queer #gay #trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #internalized bigotry #these also were ideas and there's no shame if you come up with other ideas or don't think my ideas are for you 💛#i really appreciate the vulnerability it took to send this. this can be such a personal wound that (understandably) people hesitate to show #i can tell that you have what it takes to truly grow into yourself. you have that tenacity and that bravery even if you don't see it #recognizing hoe you feel is the first step and it is SUCH a difficult thing to do. you have already accomplished a LOT #and i hope you genuinely feel that and maybe even feel pride in that? because you deserve to recognize when you're doing well

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Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic. This fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 6: Hyun's Half-Brother Tries To Kill Us

Chika PoV

I felt my body disintegrating in the shadows, and I yelled in horror while Hyun was using the shadows. I know I'm not going to die, but it was still uncomfortable, to say the least. Reyna and Hyun don't seem phased at all, so I'm assuming they did this before. Why can't we use some magical portal like what usually happens in Harry Potter and some sci-fi movies? As I felt my body and clothes coming out of the shadows, I saw Reyna and Hyun reappearing from the shadows. Reyna shows a stoic, emotionless expression while Hyun is smiling like a maniac.

“Next time, warn me about shadow-traveling," I say in annoyance while Hyun just shrugs her shoulders.

"Doesn't matter anyway, shadow traveling is much faster than going on Reyna's pegasus." Hyun looks around as if she expects someone. We are staring at some large dark mansion that seems to be covered with symbols, whoever lived here must have been some supervillain or a wizard. There are eight steps to the mansion and the windows have many different colors like a rainbow. I guess the windows are covered with magical energy, the resident could be like Hyun, who is a child of Hecate. I also notice some gargoyles at the top of the ceiling of the mansion. Reyna looks very focused and determined while she takes the first steps to the mansion door.

"Hyun, why did you take us here?" Reyna asked in confusion. Hyun looked around nervously while Reyna glared at her. I’m starting to think that Hyun has no idea what she is doing.

“You see Preator, I know this guy who happens to be my Greek half-sibling. His name is Alabaster Torrington, and he is the best magician I know, he could help us find ways to defeat Eris and Enyo.” I hope Hyun is right about her half-sibling, but I doubt that they will be the friendliest person if they live in some dark, enchanted mansion.

The door opens right after Reyna takes her second step and it shows a boy who looks to be Reyna's age with markings covering his arms. He has the same green eyes as Hyun except he looks pretty angry when he glares at us. I noticed he wears a magical robe and that his hair is brown with a messy hairstyle. He looks like some DnD cosplayer or one of those crazy Harry Potter fans that you see at every Comic-Con. He suddenly chants in Latin, the language that has been all over Camp Jupiter, and suddenly he has green fireballs at his hands and starting to shoot at us but Hyun is quick enough to put a force field around us. Dang what is his problem, maybe he didn’t sleep very well or he could be a paranoid maniac.

"Chill bro, we come in peace," Hyun says in a laidback manner which only makes her half-brother angrier.

"No, you are reckless to bring more demigods in broad daylight." The guy, Alabaster, says in a loud aggressive voice. While he kept attacking us with fireballs, Reyna got out her sword while I got out my scythe. Alabaster was busy throwing fireballs but I managed to grow roots from the ground. Alabaster looks surprised but he chants in Latin and all of my roots become frozen I did make my roots impregnable because I know that I have magic with magic. He keeps doing different chants like striking the roots with thunder, trying to decay it, and even trying to vanish and do shadow-traveling. The roots kept on growing on him till they looked like the outer bark of the tree. Alabaster looks very annoyed that his body is stuck in some tree-like substance. Magical tree for the win, I’m so glad that I managed to practice my powers in secret after Hyun and I were doing training drills with Reyna. I managed to figure out how to give magical conditions to my plant powers at night, I wanted to surprise Reyna and Hyun. Hyun looks very shocked at how I made an impregnable tree prison for her half-sibling while Reyna looks on in pride.

"Chika, you naughty girl, you never showed us you could create a magical tree prison and that it worked." Hyun looked on at Alabaster while he kept on struggling.

“Well done Chika, you did splendid work on keeping this maniaco at bay. Now Alabaster, why have you attacked us?" Reyna questioned as she held her sword up to Alabaster's eye. Is Reyna going to kill him?

"Because you could be working for the Olympians and they send you here to kill me, look tell your friend to let me go. I will explain properly."

"I think you are better in this position; you can talk while we don't have to worry about you trying to kill us with magical fireballs." Reyna steadily held her sword close to his eye socket, I'm not sure if I can go through murdering a guy. Did Reyna kill someone before?

“Look Alabasty, both of my friends are willing to let you go as long that you swear on the Styx that you will not kill us," Hyun says in a bored tone. How can Hyun be so calm about this situation? That’s a bit unnerving.

"Fine, I swear on the River Styx that if you let me go, I will not kill you," Alabaster says in an earnest tone. Reyna brings her blade back to her chest while she nods at me to let him go. I undid the binding while the tree bark and roots disappeared around him. He touched his wrist to see if his arm was broken, he looked annoyed that his robe was now full of dirt stains, but he seemed fine for the most part.

“Look I’m sorry about my actions. I’m just paranoid about Olympians sending their kids and monsters to try to kill me.” Alabaster says apologetically.

"Why do the Olympians want you dead?" Reyna questioned in an authoritative voice as she glared at him.

"Does it matter? Anyway, Hyun why did you bring these girls here?" Alabaster questioned while standing up to look at us straight in the eyes. The poor guy must have suffered a lot from the gods, does he think that we will kill him?

"You still haven't answered my question, why do the Olympians want to kill you?" Reyna swings her sword at him but still holds him at gunpoint.

"Reyna just dropped it, we didn't come to fight Alabaster. We need his help with the whole Eris and Enyo business" Hyun puts her hand on Reyna's sword and Reyna puts her sword down. Reyna is still glaring at him with suspension.

“You have to fight Ares mutts; Olympians are cowards to make their kids do their dirty work for them.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah you can go on how the gods suck rant, but we need your help. Do it please for your baby sister.” Hyun blinks her eyes three times like she’s trying to charm him. Alabaster looks disgusted when he moves his head in revolt.

“Fine I will help, just don’t do that again. Come inside and I will take you to my library.” Alaster leads us to his mansion, and it looks nice. There are many paintings of witches getting burned at the stake and many demons as well. It has a checkered floor and the stairs are cotton with red coloring. He take us to a room filled with books of different colors, could be spell books for all I know. There is a fireplace with a red sofa and a red armchair. Hyun, Reyna, and I sit on the red sofa while Alabaster sits on the red armchair. The fireplace makes us feel so warm, I feel like sleeping.

"So you guys need help with these two troublesome deities? The only thing I can offer you is poison to weaken them and that you girls need to bind them. Fighting two deities is a bit of a daunting task. By Hyun, I got you a potion that will help your boyfriend deal with his condition." Alabasters handed out a closed flask with red liquid showing and Hyun quickly snatched it away from him and put it in her pouch. Ryna and I look at Hyun questioningly and it seems we share the same thought, Is Ben her boyfriend and is he sick?

"You guys will need a tracker device that can track down Eris and Enyo, Hyun does a location spell on this device, and they should track down any deity on Earth at the moment." Alasbaster hands Hyun a sonar detector device and Hyun holds it close to her chest.

"Can you girls promise to never mention at your camp, and don't even say I help you."

All three of us nods our head yes and Alabaster looks relieved.

"We not going to speak of you if you are in trouble with the gods. Thanks for the help" Reyna pats Alabaster on the shoulder.

"And Hyun, control your impulses or else you will be killed," Alabaster says in a low and threatening tone while looking at Hyun with an ice-cold glare. Hyun looks indifferent with lowered eyes and a frown on her face.

“Don’t worry Alabasty, all three of us will be cautious with Eris and Enyo," Hyun says in a sing-song tone with a similar ice-cold glare and a creepy smile pestering on Hyun's pretty face. I don’t think Alabaster meant the quest because Hyun is staring daggers at him, what is she hiding? Reyna stares questioningly at Hyun while she is making a creepy smile and barring all her teeth. All three of us exchanged our goodbyes with Alabaster and left his mansion. As we walk past his steps, Hyun chants in Latin to the sonar device, and dark red and dark, purple-colored dots appear on the device. I’m guessing those dots are Eris and Enyo. As Hyun was getting ready to shadow us, suddenly a beautiful woman with piercing green eyes and dark hair braided with gold threads appeared in front of us. She was wearing a similar creepy smile like Hun and suddenly all three of us were tied with magical black ropes. Reyna looked very shocked and alarmed; she didn't even fight off the rope.

"It's been a while hasn't it Reyna Ramirez-Arellano, I'm glad that you escaped those blasted pirates. How is your sister?" the woman asked Reyna while the ropes held us on tightly.

“Thank you, Alabaster, for bringing them here, now I hope you treat our guest well. My name is Circle, the famous sorcerer who once captured Odysseus himself. Reyna can tell you all about me.” The lady, Circle, stared at the three of us struggling against the ropes and Alabaster looked on from the entrance. Circle levitated the three of us back to the mansion and shut the doors. Just great, now we must deal with the most famous witch in Greek Mythology. Hopefully, we can break out the ropes and get away from Hyun's crazy half-siblings, I'm blaming Hyun for our predicament.

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Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 8: Something Like a Date

Since you wore yourself out repeatedly the afternoon before, you slept like a rock and ended up awake and about at 4am. Oh how the tides had turned on how this Sunday was going compared to last week. You took a nice shower that you had hoped would be relaxing, but the idea of getting into clothes that had been gifted to you had gotten your imagination rolling again.

You had once heard Thatch tell Marco that a man only gifts a woman clothes to see them on his floor, and by that logic they had decided to buy you a set of lockpicks for your birthday instead of clothes. But now the jest was bouncing around in your head as you put on the sweats and shirt.

You had to admit you were grateful, of all accessories provided, lingerie wasn't a part of it. You had plenty of your own and given the modest cut of the dress you didn't have to worry about needing anything custom to go along with it. It had taken you a few moments to decide on what underwear to wear – the basics, and assume nothing will happen? Or dress to match and deal with the fallout of having thought ahead if something does happen.

In the end you went with dressed to match, since the idea of something happening and being in your boring underclothes felt more mortifying than anything else. At least if you ended up being teased for matching it would help you lean into things that were already happening.

You stepped outside a few minutes before 8, enjoying the morning air and preferring to watch the world go by vs pacing yourself into a frenzy inside. It was barely a minute later when an, admittedly modest, limousine pulled up to the end of your driveway.

An older gentleman, who looks like he worked out at every available opportunity to be that muscled at that age, steps out from the limo's driver side and approaches you.

"Miss (Y/N), shall I take your bag?" He inquires. His voice didn't have the deep timbre that Doflamingo's did, but there was a layer of long-held authority in it. You doubted his only job was chauffer.

"Yes, please – mister?"

"Just Lao, young miss. The young master suggested that if you insisted on calling me Mr. Lao I should address you as young lady." He adds, and a grin spreads across your face.

"Very well, thank you for coming to get me, Lao." You reply as he puts the small suitcase into the trunk.

"You're quite welcome, Miss (Y/N)." He opens the door for you, and you had the good sense to let him. As you step into the limo, you find you were not alone.

Doflamingo sat along the side in casual enough attire you were almost unable to stop yourself from making a face at the sight of it. He still wore his shades, but the t-shirt fit him in a relaxed way – quite the feat given his broad shoulders. You were surprised to see sweatpants not dissimilar in style from yours, and loafers to finish the look. You noticed he had even downgraded his usual metal watch to one with a leather band.

You couldn't help yourself as you settled in, and quipped. "Do you even own a pair of sneakers?"

"Due to my height, my shoes are all custom-made." He replies smoothly enough.

"That would be a no, then." You smile back at him as Lao gets into the driver's seat.

Doflamingo gives a faint smirk and turns toward the front of the limo. "We are ready, Lao."

"Very well, young master." Comes the reply, and the window separating the driver from the two of you rolls up as the limo rolled into motion.

Taking a better look around the limo, you realize it wasn't overly large, but with enough room that both Doflamingo and you had a comfortable amount of personal space, while not being so separated as to make conversation awkward. The black leather interior was broken by accents of velvet and a deep blood-red wood grain. It was certainly old-time elegant, and not as flashy as you expected.

"I admit, I appreciate you sending over clothes for today. I would've felt uncomfortably under dressed for breakfast if I'd chosen something on my own." You'd poked him a couple times and he hadn't teased in return, so you figured it was only polite to go easy on him. As he said before, today was for your enjoyment.

"I'm glad to hear it put you at ease." He purrs with a smirk. Teasing or not that voice was a sin. "Before we get too far into the day, I did want to ask if you were at all uncomfortable with going to my family's estate. I have alternative plans if you'd rather not, so don't feel pressured."

"Will your family be there?"

"They will."

"I'm okay with it then," you admit. "Being in a place like that and having it empty would be a bit unnerving, but it wouldn't be bad to see your family again." You see him raise an eyebrow and you sigh in mock defeat, pouting and looking away. "I feel a tiny bit guilty for leaving how I did last week."

"I see."

"Miniscule." You reiterate, going quiet for a few minutes before relaxing into the comfortable seats. The low, barely noticeable vibration of the car's wheels as it drove forward were starting to lull you into a nap, and you decide to fight against it.

"So where are we going for breakfast, your estate?"

"No, after some asking around, I was informed of a nice place not far from here that does an exceptionally good job with breakfast, and I thought it would be worth the risk to go there."

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows in surprise. "I... don't mean this nearly as mean as it's gonna sound, but you don't look like the kind of person who risks the unknown, Trouble."

"I assure you; I take plenty of risks." He replies, and you could swear there was almost the tiniest hint of a pout in his voice.

"Oh, I'm sure you take all kinds of risks, Trouble." You laugh. "What I mean is you seem like someone who mitigates risks to make sure any risk you do take still end how you want. Like if you went skydiving you'd pack your own parachute."

Or provide someone with clothes for a day on the town so you knew they'd wear something that matched your style. You thought to yourself, finally realizing all the reasons behind the offered clothes.

"A fair assessment, Miss (Y/N), and one I imagine I cannot deny in this case either."

The limo comes to a stop, and you hear Lao exit from his cab. He opens the door and Doflamingo steps out first, offering his hand as you come out behind him.

"Something like a date, indeed, what a gentleman." You tease, taking his offered hand and stepping out of the limo.

"I did promise." He states.

"You never said 'promise', but you're keeping your word, so I'll appreciate... that..." Your words die on your lips as you realize you are outside Sanji's café. A sign on the door indicates they were closed, but Sanji steps out and greets you.

"The private party has arrived, right this way." He offers cheerfully.

You weren't sure who you needed to kill for this first, Trouble or Sanji. You opened and closed your mouth a couple times trying to find the right words and a chuckle from Doflamingo causes you to turn to him first.

"Worth the..." you stammer, and then bite back what else was on your mind, unsure of if you wanted to say it.

Stomping over to Sanji, you go to snag his cigarette out of his mouth, but he removes it and holds it aloft before you can reach him, smiling all the while. "You could've warned me." You huff.

"My silence was appropriately negotiated." He beams, he was having the time of his life, this romantic idiot. "Besides, (Y/N), I promised."

"Tch." You walk past Sanji and into the café. It was done up a little more than usual, with nothing but a single table in the middle of the, granted, small interior of the café. Normally there weren't more than five tables as it was.

After Doflamingo enters, Sanji closes and locks the door, to make sure that none of his sleepy morning regulars blunder in past Lao accidentally. There are menus waiting for you and Sanji leaves to get coffee before coming back to take your orders. You have been keeping your arms crossed and grumbling in Sanji's general direction since entering the café.

"I hope you're not truly upset, Miss (Y/N)." Doflamingo says as you wait for your meals.

You finally crack a smile and shake your head. "I'm... not. I'm just," you scrunch up your nose a little. "I can't say I dislike surprises, cause good surprises are great, I've just been done in by my own morals is all."

"Might I ask you to elaborate?" He inquires. You could feel him taking in all of this as though he were compiling data for future use.

"For reasons I'm not yet okay with getting into, let's just say I take promises seriously. Someone's word can falter, cause sometimes we agree to something, and it slips our mind. No shame, no foul." You explain. "But promises are another matter. An invocation of honor. I don't promise lightly, and my friends seem to have adapted it."

A moment's silence. "Ah, I see. You expected your long-time friend and boss would give you a warning about my plan."

"I did, until he said he had promised." Your smile is genuine. "I'm not mad. A little salty that I feel like I've fallen into a trap of some sort, but not mad."

"Promise?" Doflamingo prompts, quite the smile on his lips.

Your face goes pink despite your efforts. "Promise."

You have a good meal afterward, filled mostly with small talk about the food. You say the most; rambling on about Sanji's cooking, about how bad you were when you first started helping him, and about how you only absent-mindedly put buttered bread in a toaster one time before you never made that mistake again. It was hard to keep conversation going with Sanji's cooking in front of you, however, and things naturally die down as you finish up your meal.

"I don't know how you do it, Sange," you say, not quite hitting the last syllable of his name. "But I feel perfectly full again. Like if I had one more bite it would be too much."

"Agreed. It was delicious and satisfying." Doflamingo adds. "Well worth the risk."

You almost choke and then laugh. "You really are a smarmy bastard."

"Nonsense," Doflamingo insists, standing up and offering his hand. "Today I'm a perfect gentleman."

"You're a perfect something," you quip taking his hand. It was warm, and expectedly large, and you were reminded of when you shook hands before, as though he wanted to kiss yours instead of shaking it. "Jury's out on what, exactly."

He unlocks the door in a smooth motion and holds it open as you leave the café and go back into the limo. Lao assists you back in again, and this time Doflamingo sits next to you in the same backseat. There was still some space, and he kept his hands to himself, but the proximity was threatening to stir your imagination.

"We're not going far." He states, as though giving an excuse for why he hadn't moved to a different section of seating. "There's a small carnival between here and the estate and I had assumed it would be a good place to walk after breakfast."

"Oh, Binks' carnival," you are doing your best to seem completely unconcerned about the arrangement, you didn't want to scoot away and give the impression he was having an effect on you. "That's not a bad place for a stroll. Especially this early on a Sunday, there won't be many people."

The walk around the carnival grounds was relatively uneventful. Neither of you said a whole lot, but it wasn't uncomfortable. At one of the stands you leaned into the whole 'something like a date' concept, and asked him to buy you something to commemorate the day.

He makes a face. "Something from here?"

"Yes indeed Mr. Money-bags-inc." You flash your best teasing grin. "I want you to pick out some hokey cheap carnival gift. The ordeal will make this more of a proper repayment."

"Oh?"

"Well, I can already tell you're not particularly enjoying the idea of it." You grin. You feel like the Cheshire Cat, except with more sass. Sitting down on a nearby bench, you gesture for him to peruse the stalls, your feet kicking back and forth and the shit-eating grin still plastered on your face.

With a sigh, and a smile, he goes over to the stalls. You had to admit watching him walk away was a bit of a treat, he had an ass that didn't just look good in a suit, and it was a good thing you were already seated or you would've been tempted to smack it. You decide to distract yourself by poking at your phone for a little while, so as to not get caught staring.

You kept your eyes on your surroundings regardless and caught sight of someone you hoped would continue to not notice you. The officer appeared off-duty, which was surprising all on its own, you were pretty sure Agent Smoker only had one setting. But it seemed he was doing some volunteer work, as he was completely without any cigars, and surrounded by a small gaggle of children.

Kudos to him for doing the Big Brother thing and looking like an actual human begin while doing so. You notice Tashigi with him, coming back with two more kids following her, and trays of food for everyone. They disappeared off in a direction you were resolved to avoid, at least for today you didn't want to have to deal with either of them.

Not they were bad or treated you unkindly. Smoker wanted you to go into the force as a linguistics analyst or some other equally boring desk job. Tashigi thought you'd make a good agent if the desk job sounded too boring. Both knew who your biological dad was, and who you considered to be your real father. You imagined they were just trying to keep you out of trouble.

Bit late for that, though.

Doflamingo returns after a few long moments and sits down beside you. He holds out his hand, whatever he had decided on apparently fit inside of it.

"My dear," He says, and you weren't sure if he was playing at the role of A Good Date™, or if the 'something like' had started to fall away into actual date territory.

You put your hand out, palm up, expecting him to put it in your hand, when instead he slips a beaded bracelet around your wrist. The material holding it together was stretchy, the beads were small marble sized orbs of polished wood. For carnie fare, it was surprising good quality, and looked quite elegant.

You smile. "Leave it to you to find the highest quality carnival gift I've ever seen."

"I do my best within the situation." He replies with a chuckle, and you feel a heat in your cheeks rise.

Before you even left the carnival grounds you knew those cheap wooden beads were already more important to you than they should've been. It was a shame there was no way they'd go with the evening gown, and you certainly weren't going to risk them swimming.

You head back to the limo, and while you let Lao open the door, you step back and make a dramatic flourish with your arm, bowing. "Age before beauty, Trouble, I insist."

The cheeky action earns you a small chuckle and Doflamingo gets into the limo first. Your win, you imagine, but he sits in the back-side seat again. If you didn't want to sit beside him, you'd have to step over him. This slick bastard.

You decide to turn your win into a draw, and sit down beside him. He already has one arm draped across the back of the seat, and you opt to sit close enough to be under his arm while not right next to him. Between his reach and your height, it wasn't like you were really super near any part of him.

"Now we're headed to your estate?" You prompt, putting a bit of lift on the word estate as though you were teasing him for being rich.

"Mmm," He agrees as he leans into your teasing. "We're headed to my estate, in my limo, driven by my chauffeur, so that my savoir can swim in my pool and relax before dinner." Oh, when he smoothed out his voice and teased you it was better than you had imagined.

"Savior, huh?" You muse, trying to distract yourself from the effect his proximity and tone were having on you. "I wouldn't go that far. If those SUVs hadn't belonged to your family, it would've been a total botch job on my part."

"And yet the end result has been thus." His seems to pout.

You turn toward him a little, looking up and giving him a crooked smile. "You sound irritated by that. Are you angry someone had to step in and help?"

A frown twists his face for a second, before he was back to his usual expression. "Not even slightly. I feel as though you are undervaluing what you did, and that is unacceptable."

"Oh." You lean back into the seat, heat going to your ears. "Well... my apologies, then." Being told to value yourself by an international underworld mob boss was certainly an experience. "So, uh, tell me about your family. If I'm going to meet more important people, I'd rather not do so cold."

"Very well, my dear."

He spent the rest of the car ride telling you about his family. Names and basic descriptions. you'd met Vergo and Diamante before, and briefly interacted with Dellinger, and Lao was driving the limo. When he spoke about his family there was a kindness in his voice you hadn't expected. He very obviously cared about these people, even if they all worked together for often nefarious reasons, and you were absolutely certain he'd burn and salt the world to protect them if that's what it took.

In the twenty or so minutes of the ride you learned about sixteen members of the family, and some of their more particular quirks. Pica had a unique voice, and he was quite sensitive about it. Giolla's taste in art suited her but it was a bit outside what would be considered typical. When he talked about Dellinger you admitted to having praised his heels. That earned you a smile, before he moved on to Senor Pink. This poor man had been through the ringer, and how he coped could be shocking if you weren't prepared for it.

Aside from Baby being needy, the rest of the family seemed fairly normal. Sugar was the youngest, but she was Monet's baby sister and not the only child at the estate either. While you hadn't met Violet, you had spoken with her, and that covered the immediate family for the most part.

When you arrived at the estate, you had to admit that Doflamingo was in a different class from Pops, it was almost twice the land and building size. Which wasn't too surprising, since the immediate Family of Donquixote was quite a few more top officers than Pop had. You imagine the number of subordinates was a number of people that was a real nightmare to keep organized.

There wasn't a chance to go swimming. You saw the pool, and the gardens, and the dinning room, kitchen, living area, work out room, Sugar's playroom, Dellinger's heel collection, half – if not all – of Giolla's favorite art pieces, and were told about the deep history of some of the estate's older heirlooms by Lao. You had been effectively kidnapped by Doflamingo's family. Not even Doflamingo could save you.

Sugar had immediately decided she liked you and was putting random bow clips in your hair while you painted Dellinger's nails after an hour or so of being dragged around the estate. Sure, some of these people were a little quirky, but you couldn't say that your friends were exactly normal either.

"There you are." Doflamingo's voice was full of amusement. You probably look like a reject store front display with enough unmatched barrettes in your hair to make clacking noises if you moved your head too fast.

"Here I am." You reply, not looking up from what you were doing. "I'm almost finished with Dellinger's nails, give me a moment."

"We still have some time to spare, though I apologize there won't be enough time for you to swim before we need to leave." He didn't sound too apologetic, and you imagine it was because you had been effectively claimed by his family.

"(Y/N) can come over again and swim whenever she wants." Sugar declares. "You weren't only going to visit today, were you?"

"If you're only here for today you can't leave to go to some stupid restaurant." Dellinger adds. "You're going to come back, right, right?"

You finish with Dellinger's nails and smile. "I mean, that's kind of your boss's call."

"Young master, you have to let her come back!" Sugar demands, flashing an impressive pair of puppy dog eyes at Doflamingo.

"Young master pleeeeease?" Dellinger begs, drawing out the long word in a childish whine and trying to imitate Sugar's puppy dog eyes.

You get up and walk toward him. "I feel like you're going to be outvoted if you don't acquiesce." You tease, pointing to the clips in your hair. "I've been adorned with highly valued prize items after all, you might have a rebellion on your hands."

"Rebellion!" Sugar says forcefully.

Dellinger turns to her hurriedly. "No rebellion Sugar! Focus on the prize items!"

"Highly prized (y/n)!" Sugar put her fist in the air.

Your face goes beet red at the unexpected qualifier, and Doflamingo licks the bottom of his lip before his face splits into a devious grin.

"Highly prized, indeed." His voice rumbles quietly, but you weren't sure if the others had heard him. "Miss (Y/N) is allowed to return if she wants to," he says, loudly enough for Sugar and Dellinger to hear. "But we cannot force her, she's not a part of the family."

There was an unspoken yet that drove its way into your brain, and you had the distinct impression of being hunted again. You could feel heat in places that weren't just your face and then shoved your children-inappropriate thoughts back down into the corner of your mind before turning toward Sugar – who has turned her puppy dog eyes on you.

"Since I've been invited, I'll come back." You assure her, taking out some of the clips. "So make sure you keep these safe and you can fancy up my hair again next time, okay?"

Sugar nods happily in response and her and Dellinger start chattering about all the things they could do the next time you visited while they help you remove the rest of the clips. In the few minutes it took them to empty your hair of clips you were certain they'd listed off enough events to ensure you'd be visiting several more times.

Leaving the others behind, the two of you walk down the hallway together. Despite the bustle of the estate, you realize that there wasn't anyone else around. You very quickly became very aware of being alone with him.

"There's been a room and bath prepared for you," Doflamingo begins, "so you can relax and clean up at your leisure before dinner. Lao has already put your luggage in the room for you." He stops in front of a door, opening it and allowing you to step through. "If you need anything, the common room is in that direction," he points, "please don't hesitate to ask."

"Ah, um... thank you." You manage, walking by him into the room you found yourself a full bundle of nerves. You kept expecting, or wanting, him to just reach out and do as he pleased, or maybe as you pleased.

"You're welcome, Miss (Y/N). I had been informed by your talented café boss that you do appreciate space and quiet. After the welcome my family unexpectedly bestowed upon you, I believed this would be an acceptable adjustment to the schedule." He didn't draw nearer, or loom, or do anything ungentlemanly, but you still felt the small hairs on your neck stand on end.

You chuckle a bit as you step further in and appreciate the room. It was luxurious, but not ostentatiously so, and the door leading into the private bath was open. There were several bookcases, seating for people who were visiting, and an impressive four poster bed that was separated slightly from the more common area of the room by drapes and an elegant room divider. There was a TV as well, and a computer – not that you were going to log into someone else's family network during your short stay, but the efficiency of items in the room was appreciable.

"I believe I was correct earlier," you muse, turning toward him with a smile. "You really do mitigate all possible risks, don't you?"

He chuckles. "Such mitigation seems hardly effective recently." He admits, his voice slipping from the near-business tone he'd been using most of the day, into something more akin to a purr.

Oh. Oh I was not wrong. Things had gone from business to interest at the café, and there was no mistaking that interest was fast becoming desire. Assuming it hadn't already gotten there before now, and he was just putting on a solid gentlemanly display this entire day.

"Until later, Miss (Y/N), please relax to your heart's content." He bids you farewell and closes the door.

You gulp, alone in the room, and silently wondering if a fling was even an acceptable possibility at this point. If he was as skilled in other activities as he was in well, in whatever all this was, then it might be impossible to just dip a toe in the proverbial pool.

If the vibe was appropriate during dinner, it wouldn't be a bad idea to brooch the topic. Leaving things unresolved wasn't really your style, and if being blunt scared him off easily, then that would resolve things.

And if it didn't, then, well, that was not something entirely undesired.

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denial-permanente · 2 years

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Hi Tom, I'm writing a book (in French) about chastity cages and I'd like to quote a few excerpts of some answers that you or Mrs Edge have published here or on Reddit. I hope you don't mind? If not, I have a small request... Even if, after having followed you for some time I totally trust you're a real couple, an anonymous quote is not really a quote ;-) Could you at least give me a (fake?) first-name for Mrs Edge and a broad idea of your ages and where you're living ? Thanks! John (from Paris)

Bonjour from New England.

First, I am pleased and honored that you would like to show a few of our bits of advice. @mrs--edge and I have been playing with long term locking and denial since the late 1990s.

My wife and I are both in our early 60s, and live in the northeast US. We do not have a BDSM or FLR relationship; keeping me permanently locked is really the only "kink" she feels comfortable with, and after almost 35 years of marriage I don't think that will change. Oddly, if you ask her, she does not see what we do as "kinky" or "dominant" at all. She just says that she is doing what she enjoys, and does not want to put any labels on it.

I have been writing about chastity and orgasm denial since the early 2000s, and I do have a blog that I now rarely use: The Edge of Vanilla. That is where I coined my wife's name that she uses here (Mrs Edge). She is very private about her name being used, but says that you can use the initial "V" if you desire.

Hi John, I am Mrs Edge. We visited Paris several years ago and it is a beautiful city! I wish we could have stayed longer. Maybe one day my husband will take me back there.

I've been using the name Mrs Edge ever since Tom started writing so that's the only name I go by when we write about him being locked up. Please feel free to use anything we have written here. I hope that more wives will be able to enjoy the spark that it has brought to my own marriage!

#chastity question

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musings-of-a-rose · 6 months

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Falling Slowly - Chapter 2

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2400+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Notes: This started as a simple idea for Tommy. He had different ideas and I can’t say no to those freckles and smile. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for helping me get unstuck. You always have such great ideas!

And a big thanks to @wyn-n-tonic for helping me form thoughts and give this a little shape. I hope I can be a quarter as talented as you one day!

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<<Chapter 1<<

“Would you rather never be able to wear pants or never be able to wear shorts?”

Tommy laughs, his entire body shaking it with it. “What kind of question is that?”

I smirk at him. “Just answer it.”

“I think you know the answer.”

“You do love your Daisy Dukes.”

Tommy pokes my rib and I flinch, giggling as I pull away from him. “Hey don’t attack me!”

Tommy lunges towards me, fingers outstretched as I scream, not moving fast enough to avoid his waggling fingers. They find their way into my sides, tears streaming down my face as I giggle uncontrollably, my body twitching to try and get away, but Tommy just pulls me in closer.

“S-s-STOP!” I throw my entire body backwards on the couch to try and get away, but Tommy comes with me, pressing his body into mine. My laughs slowly subside as he stops tickling me, his eyes switching between mine and my lips. I swear he can feel my heart beating through my chest.

“W-would you rather be balding but fit or overweight with a head full of hair?”

“Way to kill the mood.” Tommy was smiling, but he lifts himself off of me, extending his hand to help me up.

“Which one, Tommy?”

He puffs out some air, eyes shifting up like he’s thinking. “This is a hard one. I mean, look at me.” He gestures to himself and I can’t help but look for just a brief moment.

“Yes, yes. Very hot. Answer the question.”

“Have you seen this hair? I ain’t given’ it up.”

“That’s fair.”

We resume watching the movie and I lay my head on his broad shoulder, hoping that he can’t hear how my heart still beats through my chest.

It’s been the week from hell. Any minor inconvenience happened, mixing in with semi major issues, all contributing to my stress levels being over the top, even more so than normal.

It’s Friday night and, like clockwork, Tommy knocks on my door at 7:30pm. He is annoyingly prompt. I’d almost cancelled tonight, but he's the one thing I look forward to every week.

“Hey Daisy!” Tommy is way too chipper for a Friday night after a week of hard work.

“Hey.”

He whistles. “That bad, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

“Good thing I brought this then.” Tommy holds up a case of beer. “I’ve cleared my schedule for a good hangover tomorrow if needed.”

I can’t help the small smile that creeps across my face. “Thanks. Pizza just got here about 5 minutes before you did.”

“Great. I’m starvin’. Oh, I managed to snag Gladiator for tonight.”

“Pop it in.”

We sit and eat, making commentary on the movie. But no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to at least hide my frustration. Something that I was desperately trying to hide from Tommy - he doesn’t need to deal with my shit on top of his. Unfortunately, I’m not as slick as I think, and Tommy is way sweeter than he should be. Maybe laying on his shoulder wasn’t such a great idea. The movie quiets, dialogue happening between some of the characters, and Tommy leans his head on mine.

“You ok?”

I sigh. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t sound fine.”

“It’s just work.”

“Stressing you out again?”

“Just one of those weeks where anything that could go wrong, did. And anything that could take as long as humanly possible, did.”

“You need to let out some of that stress. It’s not healthy.”

I laugh. “Duh. Why didn’t I think of that?”

He’s quiet for a moment and I think I hurt his feelings. But before I can apologize, he speaks quietly.

“You know what you need? You need to get laid. You’re not getting any which really doesn’t help with the stress.”

What did he just say? Did he just suggest I get laid to calm down? Wait, is he offering?

“Yeah well, that may be, but in order to get laid, I’d have to have a boyfriend.”

“Not necessarily.”

“Are you suggesting I go find some random guy to hookup with?”

“N-no. Not some random guy.”

“Then who?”

He pauses. “Me.”

What?

I sit up, turning to stare at him, hoping my mouth isn’t hanging open like it is in my head. He chuckles nervously, eyes darting around the room, barely staying on me, his hands rubbing down his thighs over his jeans.

“You know what? That was stupid. I didn’t mean-”

"We'd have to set some ground rules."

Tommy's eyes snap to mine. "You..You're serious?"

"I am."

Tommy shifts in his seat, straightening himself out while trying to look chill and relaxed.

"Like, uh, like what-what exactly?"

"Hhmm… well, we still remain friends."

"That's a given."

“If one person wants to leave immediately…after, that’s ok. No obligation to stay.”

“Sounds good.”

"We can't get jealous if the other person wants to date someone else."

He’s silent a moment. “Seems fair.”

“And…oh, if either of us wants to call it off, it’s off. No hard feelings.”

“Oh, I can’t promise I won’t have hard feelings,” Tommy smirks at his joke as I roll my eyes, a smile on my face.

“Deal?” I stick my hand out.

Tommy looks at my hand. “Oh darlin’. That’s not how we’re sealin’ this deal.”

A rush of wet goes straight between my thighs and I try to swallow back the sound I just made.

Tommy chuckles darkly while he shakes my now sweaty hand. “Deal.”

He pulls me close, his large, warm hand coming up to cradle my cheek, fingers wrapping around the back of my head and winding their way into my hair. His lips are just above mine, his breath warm and hot on mine.

“Are you sure, darlin’?”

My head is full of desire, Tommy’s scent surrounding me, his hand grounding me to him, but I manage a nod.

“Yes,” I sigh.

He presses his lips to mine, soft and warm, tasting slightly of tobacco, as they gently push mine apart, his tongue sliding into my mouth. My hands slide up his broad chest, settling there for a moment as we both moan and get lost in a kiss that feels like we had both had been waiting for.

I throw my leg over his lap and straddle him, my hands sliding up to his face to tug at his curls at the back of his head. He moans and I do too, rolling my hips to get some kind of friction on my rapidly heating cunt. Tommy’s hands grip my hips, guiding me and helping me grind down more as I whine into his mouth and feel him harden under his jeans.

I throw my head back, gasping out his name as he kisses my chest, pulling at the hem of my shirt. I get the hint, yanking my shirt from me and throwing it across the room, my fingers already undoing my bra clasp before my shirt hits the floor, the bra joining it a moment later.

“Oh shit!” I cry out, as Tommy latches onto one of my nipples, sucking, licking, and nibbling as he still guides my hips to roll over his jean–clad erection. He switches to the other side, moaning when I tug his hair more.

Suddenly, he stands, sliding his hands under my ass as I wrap my legs around him, our lips finding each other as he marches down the hall to my room, kicking the door open. I giggle as he tosses me on the bed, grabbing my ankles and yanking me towards the edge of it. A quick glance up at me for a final confirmation, and my enthusiastic nod has him undoing my pants, quickly sliding them off and tossing them behind him. He stares down at my panties and I’m grateful that I actually wore cute ones today instead of my regular "I don't give a fuck" underwear. He reaches for my pant line but I stop him.

“Wait…you have entirely too many clothes on.”

He smirks, his eyes darkening even more. “You’re absolutely right.”

He sheds his shirt and while I knew how he was built, it was never in this situation. Outside of my fantasies, of course. He undoes the button on his jeans, sliding them down and off, balancing on each foot to take off his socks, both of us giggling as he nearly falls over in doing so. Then he’s back by me, fingers dancing at the hem of my panties for a moment before he hooks his fingers in, sliding them down and off, his eyes never leaving my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re prettier’n I imagined.”

He leans his head down, but I put my hand out to stop him. He looks up at me from between my legs, concern on his face.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Do you not want me to?”

I can feel the heat coming off my cheeks because yes, I very much want him to do that. “No, of course I do. Like, I really do….But we agreed to sex and you don’t have to do all of…this.” I wave my hand around, aiming it between my thighs.

“Darlin’, we agreed to be friends with benefits. Not friends with some benefits. You get my dick, but you also get my mouth too.”

And before I can say anything else, he licks up the center of me and I whine, my back pushing further into the bed as he pries my legs open wider, using his broad shoulders to hold them open. He licks at me like he’d been dying to do this the entire time we’ve known each other, sucking gently and nibbling at my inner thigh. His finger comes up to my entrance as he rubs slow, small circles there, gathering up my arousal before slowly pushing in. I cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he pulls his finger out, adding another as he pushes in, curling his finger and tapping until he found the spot I desperately hoped he would find.

“There! Oh shit, there!”

He scissors his fingers, licking and sucking at my clit and my hand flies out, gripping those beautiful curls. I look down at him between my thighs and he must feel my eyes on him. He looks up at me and smirks, his tongue darting out to lick at my clit and that’s all it takes to have my thighs shaking, twitching under his shoulders as I cry out random words. Once I come down, he crawls up my body, leaving little kisses on my skin as he goes, sucking on a spot on my neck as he grinds his still cloth covered dick into my soaked pussy.

“You want it rough or slow, darlin’?”

“You have multiple settings?”

He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am. Now, how do you want to be fucked today?”

He’s going to kill me.

“Tommy, you can rail me as fast or as slow as you want, so long as you make me forget my hard week. I won’t break.”

“Fuck, darlin’, you may just kill me yet.” He pulls back, getting off the bed and reaching for the hem of his boxer briefs. “Safe word is tomatoes.”

Before I can question it, he slides his boxers down and kicks them off, standing upright in his full, naked, broad chested, well endowed glory. He smirks when he sees me staring at him. Tommy crawls up my body again, his lips finding mine as he slides his large cock through my folds. He pauses at my leaking entrance, pulling back to look at me. His hand comes up to grip my chin and when I look at him, he slowly pushes inside of me.

While he’s not porn star large, he’s definitely the most endowed man I’ve ever slept with and damn does he know what he’s doing. I can feel every inch of him filling me up, pushing at the back of me, his breath hot on my face as he watches it contort in pleasure. He pulls out and pushes in slowly a few more times to allow me to adjust before he snaps his hips, pushing himself inside even further and I cry out. He sets an increasingly rough pace, snapping his hips against mine, adding that extra thrust that I swear is going to bruise me and I don’t even care. He turns my head to the side and nibbles at my earlobe, kissing down my neck gently, in stark contrast to the rough, deep thrusts he’s fucking me with and it’s all too much and not enough, my legs wrapping around him, willing him to do more. He pulls back slightly, pushing my legs up and hooking them under his arms as he continues to rail me at this new angle, hitting multiple spots simultaneously.

“Oh God, Tommy!” I scream his name as I come, my hands fisting the sheets, head thrown back, nearly buried in the mattress.

He keeps the pace but brings a hand up to my clit, rubbing circles there, only needing a few moments before he coaxes another orgasm from me, this one harder than the last as I scream his name again.

“Fuck, Tommy, fucking come inside of me!”

“Fuck!” Tommy rams his hips into me a few more sporadic times as he comes, panting out heavy words as he fills me up, our heavy breaths the only sound in the near silent room.

He pulls out of me with a hiss, walking into my bathroom and getting a couple of washcloths wet. He comes back out and cleans me up, chuckling as my thighs twitch when he dabs at my overstimulated cunt. He chucks them in my hamper and comes back to the bed, sitting on it next to me, where I haven’t moved since he got off of me.

“You ok, darlin’? Forget your hard week?”

“Mmmhmm,” I say, my eyes heavy with post fucking bliss. “You’re amazing at that, Tommy.”

“Ah, I do alright.”

“A Fucking King.”

He laughs. “I’m making a shirt.”

He slides into bed next to me, pulling me next to him as he wraps his body around mine.

“You cuddle too?”

“Only when I’m cold.” I can feel him holding back a laugh.

“Well, if your cock gets cold, and I’m asleep, you have my permission to put it inside of me.”

I feel his dick twitch behind me. “I may hold you to that.”

Tommy did take me up on my offer, softly thrusting into me from behind as he rubs slow circles into my clit. I wake to an orgasm, quietly moaning his name as he comes again, biting my shoulder as he does.

But as we make breakfast, Tommy laughing and joking around, still trying to tickle me as we flip the pancakes, it hits me.

I am totally fucked, in more ways than one.

>>Chapter 3>>

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hislittleraincloud · 6 months

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Are you familiar with the concepts of ship and let ship? Don’t yuck my yum? Don’t kinkshame? It’s okay to vehemently disagree with other fandom pairings/scenarios/etc., but posting screen shots that openly shame other users for their preferences is very unkind.

I’m genuinely sorry that you were triggered. It would have been easier to use the block button than to create a post saying “Wyler people are gross” and specifically calling the screen-shotted user garbage.

At the very least, please keep any shaming off the general fandom tags. I would have preferred to not see any of this and I don’t even ship Wyler.

It's not kinkshaming to call someone who said that they hoped that a beloved character in fandom was "ripped to shreds" 🗑️.

Context, hun. Did you completely miss the part of the post where I said I had no hate to the OP/the potential for that story? It'll be a good story if real justice is served. The little screencap was served not against its OP, but to the sentiments that it incurred in the comments. Violent stalking/murdering someone else's boyfriend is acceptable to that person, and that's just rank.

I've posted before that I cannot stand Wyler. Fuck That Monster is my 'vehement disagreement' with that, and I am open to that story... I'm not open towards shitty comments about murdering Joel just because Wednesday was dating him. I would love to read that stalker story for justified comeuppance, but I can't say that's what it'll be about given the comments. The real diff there is that my hope as a reader is for real justice to happen while there are people like the 🗑️ poster who hope, as a reader, for INjustice to happen (since there's a real injustice towards two characters being happy only to have one other be gross, inappropriate, and threatening to their happiness). I would have said that poster was 🗑️ regardless of their chosen ship for having posted comments like that, but so far I haven't seen anyone in the popular ships who post 🗑️ like that...because they don't tend to be 🗑️.

Thick skins only grow in the face of adversity. This fandom is full of the thinnest skins imaginable because somewhere along the line, people got the idea that no one's ideas or comments are open to any criticism; that 'staying in a lane' is the way to drive, even though we're seriously all on the highway to Hell here together (especially in this fandom, let's not sugarcoat that). Why do you think that I don't give a flying 💩 about what anyone says about Wenovan and can defend it (maybe not to everyone's liking since they cannot conceive of AB Wednesday having such strong agency at her age/regurgitate whatever the moral line is atm)? Because I've been through that war before. It's nothing new to me.

Senseless death is already happening in realtime in this world. Don't be 🗑️ and wish death upon...how did the Millennials call it before Gen Z became teens...a precious cinnamon roll like Joel just because Hunter Doohan [in a role that was, by general real world consensus, a milquetoast character] makes your panties wet. Yeah, sure, write whatever the Hell you want, it's all fiction. But it still isn't immune from crit, just as the show itself isn't at all immune to crit.

My story isn't immune to crit either, but not one greyface anon has actually read it to criticize WHY things don't work within or don't make sense to them (those are actually in the comments at AO3, and I've responded to them... like the fan who didn't like AB Wednesday in love, even though that's...what she's been LOL). It's just all general "ew gross" or "it's illegal!" or some inane broad brush about the premise with nothing to react on its substance. "But I don't have to read it to know that it's wrong!!!" ... 😐 ...If I am willing to read a Wyler with the above premise to see where it (hopefully) ends up, I think others could be as open minded.

But anyway

If you seriously yum a murderous stalker over love--even while that's 'cute' in this fandom given the solidly frozen misanthrope that is our favorite heroine--then I can't help you. There's something broken there. 🤷🏽‍♂️ Wenclair and Wavier are at least based on 💕 love💕, so I guess that we've got that to be thankful for.

As for tags, for real? As if the tags on this shit app actually work? 💀 You said you don't even ship Wyler, but I'll give 'em a new tag anyway: Wyner/Wyners. Because that's what it all sounds like rn. Wyners whining about why they can't have nice things because ✨Hunter is so dreamy✨, and no one should ever be called 🗑️ just because they hope for a universally loved character to die a bloody death.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #shipping #whining #greyface qs #anons #wednesday shipping #waaaaaah don't tag us 😭😭😭#these fucking tags are shit to begin with #what the fuck are you complaining about #wednesday ships #wyler people #wyners #do NOT come for joel or i will come for you #joel glicker #bullying joel #actually this is bullying joel on steroids #yes let's bully the nerd because that's cool

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ghost-guard-13 · 8 months

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Quite a Disguise

Requested by @oolunafoxoo Hope this is kinda what you imagined <3

Nick Fury x Talos

Warnings: Language, Guns, Blood, Violence, Death, Smoking

Summary: Going undercover per Fury's request yet again, Talos wants nothing more than to get into his own skin once the mission is done. When Nick unexpectedly appears in the middle of the final day, Talos must play along, but can't help but mess with his friend along the way. (Takes place around the 1990's - 2000's, no real specific date) (This isn't my best work ngl but I sorta like it) (Also sorry if they're a little OOC, sometimes I have trouble with writing characters that aren't mine so- sorry :])

Talos dragged the unconscious body into a supply closet, mimicking the mans appearance as he did so.

The man's name was Novak Smithy, a member of the organization known as The Raven. They had been causing trouble on a national level, and although it was important enough to get on Nick Fury's radar, it wasn't big enough to drag S.H.I.E.L.D into its mess.

Hence why the shifter was here, taking another mans face and stealing the means to take the organization down from the inside, per his good friends request.

He harbored deeper feelings for the dangerous director of the world's largest, most secret company meant to keep the world safe, of course. He had since around 1995. But that was a problem for a later date.

Slipping Novak's I.D. and other possessions from his person, he rehearsed what information he knew about him prior.

Nick hadn't given him much time to prepare for this job, nor a specific target to shift into, so he had taken it upon himself to choose a higher ranking officer in The Ravens ranks and study him for a week or so from afar, taking the appearance of passerbys throughout the days. Finally he felt confident enough to get the ball rolling and finish this mission. He wanted to be in his own skin again.

"Just a few more days," he whispered to himself, shaking out the broad shoulders he now had.

And so, turning off the lights and entering the empty hallway - one of the only ones without a camera - He straightened his now shoulder length hair and army green jacket, breaking off the closets jaunty doorknob on his way out and dropping it into a nearby bin.

Copying the low-hipped saunter he had seen Novak take on throughout his day, he began the hard part of his job, copying the mannerisms and such from his hosts everyday life.

He just hoped it wouldn't be long.

~ Six Weeks Later ~

Talos walked beside Novak's closest friend and associate, Isaac Lloyd, the chilly breeze whispering the coming of Autumn in their ears. The Skrull shimmied further into his jacket, muttering to his 'friend' in vague codes, or simply commenting on the pedestrians of New Jersey.

He had learned more than he thought he would in the last month, most likely enough to give Nick an update, if not blow the place to the ground, and he was ready for the final day to end.

What he had seen here though...he knew he'd never forget. The morbid methods they planned for the future, the ideas he had to give in order to stay out of suspicion, the way they treated their prisoners was inhumane. He wanted to leave during the first hour within the compound, but he stuck with it, knowing no one else would suffer if he saw this to the end. At least not by their hand.

Which led to now, where he and Isaac travelled to a nearby coffee shop to pick up lunch for the members of today's shift. They visited so often that the middle aged employees paid below minimum wage had memorized their entire order.

As Isaac rattled off their orders anyways in that husky accent only smokers seemed to master - a sound Talos wasn't fond of - Talos let his eyes wander the danky diner. He saw a few sketchy regulars, and an old lady he's seen visit every other week for one reason or another. She always gets the same thing, and an extra plate of steak and chips to go, he assumes for some sentimental value of a lost one.

Besides that however, he didn't see anything new. Same flickering fairy lights, same checkered tiles and same peeling rose red walls. A sad little place really, but the food was decent.

He nearly turned back to boredly stare into the tip jar when a shadow in the back seat caught his eye. The seat that always seemed to be empty.

First looking out of the corner of his eye, he made out a silhouette he couldn't help but call familiar, the warm and dark colors adorning its limbs pulling him in.

Stretching back and turning his head, he locked eyes - or eye - with none other than Director Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Shit.

Why was he here? How was he here? When was he-

Shit.

That seemed to be the main word going through his head at the moment.

But the strangest thing? Nick didn't use any secret signal or mouth a word, never even kept eye contact for more than that second. He looked away so fast that Talos wasn't sure if it had happened at all.

But Talos couldn't not stare.

The dim lights shining on his dark hickory skin, the eye patch he wore blending with the shadows, the intense calculation that rested within his deep iris watching his cup of coffee with personal offence, the natural turn of his lip set in his skin.

He must be here for more than a cup of coffee though.

When the one-eyed man glanced his way again, he quickly looked away, thankful for the tan skin that overpowered the blush creeping up his neck.

Wait a second-

That's right, he didn't know he was him.

Nick didn't know who he had taken the face of, but there was no chance he hadn't been keeping tabs on the group since his arrival either, so while he didn't know who he was...

He knew Novak.

Shit.

~ Five minutes Later ~

Issac had went out back for a smoke, leaving Talos on a bar stool staring at his coffee, keenly aware of the director watching him discreetly like the spy he was.

The Skrull wanted nothing more than to sit and chat with his human friend, inform him of the horrid things he saw and give him Intel on other organizations The Raven was working with. And he would on any normal day.

But many things were at stake here.

For one, Issac could come back at any second. His smoke breaks were inconsistent, so he wasn't able to tell when he'd be returning.

Then there's the fact that Nick could choose not to believe him. He could think he, Talos, had been captured.

He was sure that with enough time, he could be convinced, but what time he had was unsure and running out...

He could give a hint, a few actually seeing as Isaac wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed and he loved to brag.....

Talos decided, finally, to bring a bit of light into his currently sorrowful situation.

Sure enough, Issac appeared minutes later, tapping Talos' shoulder, nodding his head back to the door he had just entered. Having no other choice, he nudged his chin up in confirmation. But just before he closed the door, he glanced at Nick suspiciously and quickly looked away.

That outta get his attention.

As the man beside him dug out another cigarette, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, watching his breath swirl with the rising smoke beside him.

"What's new, man?" He asked, the human slang falling naturally from his lips.

"The boss called, started talking about our next delivery."

Delivery, of course, meant one of two things. Drugs, and prisoners. Experiments, more like.

Humming in that deep voice he had adopted, Talos waved away the offered joint, leaning his head against the brick wall behind him, faintly hearing the door open. So soft that Issac surely wouldn't notice.

"What does she want us to do?" He questioned, keeping his indifferent tone. No one in the compound was bothered by their work, so neither must he.

"Oh the usual, break 'em in and all that." The brunette shrugged, letting the cigarette rest between his teeth. Talos needed to reveal a bit more than that if Nick wasn't going to do anything himself.

"What if we tried something different this time? Y'know, fuck 'em in the head instead of with guns and shit." He muttered.

Issac gave him a strange look.

"You've never had a problem with it before."

This was going south very fast.

"I just mean, y'know we could test out some other methods, see how it affects the experiments."

"Do you know how much trouble we'd be in if the tests went wrong? You really wanna risk that?"

"Well of course not, I just thought-" Talos struggled to fix this conversation.

"You've been asking so many questions lately, man. I thought you were just going through something, y'know all that shit with your wife, but now it's getting weird." He studied him with a scrutinizing stare. "You aren't...doubting anything right?"

Even as he asked, he dropped his joint, letting it burn out in the snow as he reached not-so-subtly for the pistol he had attached to his hip. Talos gulped, cursing Nick sending him on a mission alone.

"Nah man, I'm just tired is all, don't worry about it." He raised his shoulders, eyeing his hand warily. Issac narrowed his eyes, his hangover from the night before still apparent.

There was a moment of silence, no one moved, no one spoke, and Talos didn't dare breath, the two just watched each other, pupils shifting.

The moment ended when Issac pulled his gun, only to find himself disarmed a second later, his hand now broken and his 'friend' trapping him in a chokehold. Talos finally let out a breath, the precipitation clouding around his enemies head.

"Sorry mate, but we can't have that now can we?" And he snapped his neck with a jerk, catching the body already in his arms.

Dragging the 160lb man around the corner and to the dumpster, he hid him from plain sight. Rummaging for his I.D and all other identifications, he shoved them in his pocket and tossed some trash bags over his body, wiping his hands of death on his jeans.

The adrenaline completely rid his memory of Nick following them, or the danger he posed to his host's identity.

He was reminded, however, when the barrel of the same gun he had kicked away was pressed to his temple.

"Hands up. I don't take murder lightly." Nick spoke.

"Oh we both know we do what's necessary when needed." Talos said as he did what he was told, smirking at the fact he knew something Nick Fury didn't. He wondered if he should keep his disguise much longer.

"Is something funny?" Nick asked rhetorically.

"Not at all, Fury." He shrugged, glancing to the side and seeing Nick narrow his eyes with a scowl.

Suddenly the biting metal was removed from his skull, but his relief was short lived as a blinding pain erupted from his calf, causing him to fall to his knees.

"Shit!" He cried, grasping the wound and watching the man now above him. "What the Hell Fury?!" He could feel the skin around the wound burn and shift - as well as the blood seeping into the snow - his green skin revealing itself to the shocked Nick Fury.

"Talos?" He exclaimed, kneeling down beside him after dropping the gun.

"Who else, you lunatic?!" Talos huffed, tearing a piece of his shirt to better compress his wound.

"How was I supposed to know?" He muttered back, placing a hand on his back and the other on his leg, assessing the damage as he helped Talos tie the strip of fabric.

"You're the damn spy here! You read into everything,"

"Well clearly you've been getting better."

Hissing as pressure was applied, Talos grasped the director's arm, sighing as he sat in the shadows. Fury sat with him, thinking of a way to get out of here inconspicuously. It'd be a bit difficult, but he may be able to manage.

"Can you stand?" Fury asked quietly, aware that someone could walk by any second. Talos let out a hard breath and nodded, using the wall to help him while Fury held his other arm. Taking a moment to shift into one of the men he and Issac had passed by earlier, he made sure the man's coat swept over his leg to hide the oozing blood.

Limping to the end of the alley, Talos watched him look down either side of the street before deeming it safe enough to come out. Helping him walk to the car, it took everything for Talos to walk like a half-normal human. Albeit a possibly drunk one.

He was sitting in the front seat of Nick's Impala SS, observing his friend drive from out of the corner of his eye.

"So," he edged, a question for information. However it was parried with,

"So..."

Alright, he'd just have to start then.

"There's a shipment coming in soon, within the week most likely. Drugs and prisoners they'll be experimenting on. I could get you the passcodes, maybe go in myself." Talos informed him, watching the road as they drove.

"Are you sure you'll be up for that? You just got shot for fucks sake." Fury quizzed.

"You shot me. And I'm well aware." He gave him a side-glance. Nick grumbled in response.

"Well that was quite the disguise, Talos." He managed to murmur.

"Wasn't that the point?" He shot back. "Anyways, I'll give you more of what I've learned, I have a few data sticks in my pocket...er, somewhere." Talos looked down at his current disguise, shrugging it off. "Back to the diner, what were you doing there?"

"We'd been tipped off that something may be going down, and due to surveillance I need Novak, you, would be at the diner today. I was planning on calling in your mission today anyways. If at least for just a check up."

Talos accepted the answer, any fight soon leaving him. Resting his left hand on the console and resting his eyes, he peered down when a weight was placed over his skin. Covering his knuckles was the hand of the man beside them, a light touch, but a reassurance all the same. His heart beat just that much faster, but he took the chance. Before Nick could even consider pulling away, he turned his hand, trapping his fingers between his own.

A surprised noise came from the director's throat, but Talos just smiled, closing his eyes with his temple on the windows glass.

And together they drove home.

~ Bonus ~

Cleaning the wound and nursing it properly, Nick then carried the now half-conscious man to his room he often stayed in when working with S.H.I.E.L.D.

Laying the Skrull down and pulling the covers to his chin, Talos shifted on the mattress, sighing once he got comfortable.

The fearsome Nick Fury couldn't help but smile at him, his markings, his ears, and he could just imagine his beautiful black eyes glittering under the light.

Unable to resist himself any longer, he kneeled down and pressed his lips softly against his forehead, quickly feeling heat rush up his skin at the realization of what he'd done.

Quietly wishing his...friend goodnight, he left the small apartment and locked the door behind him.

Maybe friend wasn't the right word anymore...

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