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gojonanami · 7 months

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GOT YOU - SATORU GOJO

☆ summary: satoru finally found you -- and he's not going to let you go this time. (in other words, feral dub gojo had me by the throat). ☆ cw: 18+ only, dead dove, do not eat, smut, yandere!gojo, non/con (at the start), dub/con, mentions of noncon masturbation w/ clothes/in bed, manipulation, gaslighting, light choking, degradation (slut, whore), fingering (f!receiving), panty sniffing, oral (f!receiving), breeding kink, cumplay (slightly), multiple orgasms. ☆ wc: 3,132

“Got you,” a familiar voice hums in your ear, and the floor was yanked from under you - mentally and physically, because now you were pinned to the floor, looking up at the same blue eyes you had prayed you would never see again, “miss me sweetheart?”

And he knew the answer from the wide eyes and trembling lips, but that only made him all the more eager. He leans down, pressing his lips to your soft cheek, “come on, baby, not even a hello? I’d even settle for a kiss or a smile,” he pouts, feeling your hands squirm under his grasp, as he straddled you, “trying to wave hello? Thought we were closer than that,” he hums, “don’t I deserve a warmer welcome, after all the effort I took to find you? To wait here all day for you,”

You swallow the bile rising in your throat, harsh and bitter, as bitter as the words you wished to scream at him - but you know that would get you nowhere, “how about you let me go, and I’ll give you the welcome you deserve?” And the quaver in your voice isn’t what gives you away, he knows you all too well, and you know he won’t let you go that easy.

“Aw baby, I'd love to believe you,” he sighs dramatically, “but after I lost you for two years, I can’t risk you slipping away again,” he noses your neck, inhaling deeply, “I had to have such patience over the last few weeks, had to make sure you hadn’t picked up on my presence, and you didn’t,” he grins, as he traces a finger down your jaw, “you know how hard it was? I spent so many mornings in your bed after you went to work, slept in it, still warm from your body, and I could smell you,” his lips curled into a smile that would have been so gorgeous, if it weren’t terrifying, “made me so needy for you baby, I had to relieve myself,” he admits with a sigh, “luckily, your hamper was full of clothes with your scent, and in your bed, it made it even easier,”

And your stomach twisted at the thought of him touching himself in your bed — and oh god, with what clothes?

His thumb brushes against the length of your cheek, “why did you run from me, baby?” and you’re silent — he knows why you ran.

Satoru Gojo was perfect when he was your best friend — the perfect shoulder to cry on when one of your crushes didn’t work out, when a job prospect didn’t pan out, or a friend had hurt your feelings. What you didn’t know was he was the reason none of these crushes ever had worked out, why a job prospect that took you too far from him didn’t hire you, and why these friends who hurt your feelings and took up too much of your time had left shortly after. But to you, he was your savior, his compassion limitless, his patience infinite — and so you fell for him, just as he knew you would. It was a drunken kiss one night when he knew you were vulnerable, when he knew that your feelings for him were so close to the surface, you couldn’t help but kiss him. And kissing lead to a confession, and then the two of you were together.

It was perfect — for a while.

Soon, you couldn’t deal with his jealousy — over coworkers, friends, even your family, and with his controlling tendencies — he wanted you to spend every waking moment with him, he even wanted you to quit your job, to let him take care of you, and you couldn’t handle his constant suspicion — the constant questions of where you were (even when you had told him) and the accusations that came along with them.

So you tried to break it off — tried. The first few times, Satoru sweet talked his way back into your heart — and your bed — with false promises and sweet kisses. But that soon wore old when his promises remained broken and his kisses left you with a bitter taste in your mouth. And when you tried to leave for good once — your bags packed — he had grabbed you, held you down, and stared at you with the same paralyzing look he gave you now, lips twisted into a smile you had never seen before, as he whispered the same two words he said when he greeted you now, “Got you,” and then he added, “and I’m never letting you go.”

“Are you going to answer?” the present Satoru snaps you back to reality with a gentle hand around your throat, his thumb running over the hollow, before he kisses it, “or should I make you?”

“Satoru, please, stop—”

“That’s what you always say, baby,” he rolls his eyes, as if he was exasperated, “and then you always end up under me, begging for more,” and he squeezes your throat lightly, “nothing but a little slut, aren’t you?” and you gasp, as he loosens his grip again, “have you whored yourself out to any of those men at work?” and he’s grazing his teeth against your jawline, “if I leave a mark, that should keep them away, right? They’ll know you have a loving boyfriend — one who’s not afraid to claim what’s his,” and he’s smiling again, “now, tell me, have you slept with anyone else?”

And you don’t want to answer — the answer’s no, you hadn’t, but you didn’t know whether that would make it worse or better. But his hand around your throat tells you, you don’t have a choice.

“No, I haven’t,” you confess — and his smug grin only serves to irritate you, as he sighs far too contently, parting your legs as he moves to settle between them, “please don't—”

“I have to check, don’t I, princess?” he murmurs, and his hand is drifting up your tight skirt, “such a slutty skirt for someone who hasn’t been sleeping around. Did you wear it just for me?” and he’s raising a brow, as his fingers roll your skirt higher, fabric straining as he did, “well, I don’t want you wearing it for anyone else, so—“ and the fabric tears apart, your legs jumping as he does, and his lips press to your knee, “there’s my perfect baby,”

Your hands are free as his hands busy themselves with spreading your leg, inhaling your scent, as his fingers trail up your inner thighs. Your hands are trying to push him away, kicking your legs helplessly, but he’s got them under his grasp. Fingers pressing into the soft flesh a little too hard, and you know he’s going to leave bruises at some point or another.

“C’mon baby, don’t be like that,” he hums when he finds a wet spot on your underwear, “look, you’re already ruining your underwear, and I’ve barely even started — you’ve been wanting this too,” and your hand finds his face, trying and failing to push him away, but he only licks the space between your fingers, “now be a good girl for me or I’ll make you,” the last words a growl, “and you don’t want me to do that,” but he feels you grow more damp with your slick as his fingers press against your clit through your underwear, “or maybe you do.”

“Satoru, please don’t do this,” you’re begging, but his crystalline gaze only grows more cold, as his lips curl as he sees hot, fat tears well in your eyes, “just let me go, I won’t run. I just don’t-“

“C’mon now, what’s wrong? How could I ever let you go?” He coos, as he watches the first tear roll down your cheek, as he leans down and tastes it, “I need you, baby, and now that I got you,” his two fingers sneak into the elastic of your underwear, snapping it against your skin, “I’ll never let you leave my sight again,”

You flinch from his touch, squirming underneath him, “Please, I-I’ll do anything, just don’t—“ and his thumb pressed against your lips, as his lidded eyes and smirk only draw nearer.

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart, don’t you remember? You asked for this — you made me promise to never leave you,” twisting the words you had muttered to him that drunken night, whispered after your first kiss with him and now he purred them as he bent down, breath warming your lips, as he tilted your chin up, “and I always keep my promises,”

“Now tell me,” he smiles that same smile that had caught your heart, “tell me you want this,” he’s nibbling at your neck, and you’re melting into his touch — and he knows you’re so close to submission, “tell me, baby,”

And you can’t stop the words from leaving your mouth, your body burning from his touch, “I want you,”

His lips curl into a wide grin, teeth flashing.

He kisses you, lips sliding against yours, and your lips shut even as his tongue tried to slip inside. And he bites your bottom lip, drawing a delicious gasp from your lips, and his tongue plunges in, as you moan, boneless and helpless.

And his hands slide down your sides, teasing the hem of your shirt, “Fuck, baby, I’m addicted to you — you taste so good,” and he’s tugging your shirt over your head, as his lips attach themselves to your jaw. You whimper as his teeth draw marks along your jaw, before trailing a path down your neck, kissing the hollow of your throat, before leaning down to the swell of your breasts right above your bra.

His fingers press against your soaked panties, the fabric doing little to prevent the full force of his touch, thick and mean fingers rubbing harsh circles against your clit, “Too fast,” you whine, back arching against the rough carpet of your living room, “too much,” your mouth falling cutely open and eyelashes fluttering, as your slick leaks through the thin material making his fingers grow sticky.

“But your pretty cunt doesn’t agree, sweetheart,” he reaches around and unclasps your bra and tosses it aside, his teeth grazing your nipple before sucking, a grunt leaving your throat, heat blooming a trail down between your legs, “it wants me to fill you — fill you like you deserve,” and he’s pulling your panties down your thighs and then pulls them to his nose, “so fucking sweet,” and he’s pocketing them for later use — your cum not going to be the only thing staining it later.

And he’s slipping down your body, kissing down your breasts, mouthing each nipple, before placing wet kisses between the valley of your chest, and down your stomach, pausing to slip his tongue into your bellybutton to make you gasp, as he hums against your skin.

“Been dreaming of tasting this sweet pussy,” he sighs dreamily, as he settles between your thighs, his large hands spreading you open for him, fingers spreading your dripping folds, making you clench around nothing, before, not one, but two fingers slip inside with ease, making you choke on air, as he steadily begins to fuck you open, “you sure you haven’t whored yourself out baby, or do you just want my cock that badly?” and he tuts, “nah, can’t be. You’re too tight, so fucking gorgeous,”

And you swallow thickly, hating the way his words make your resolve buckle — want seeping through the cracks, leaving only need behind — why were you weak for him like this? He knew you too well — knew where to touch, knew what to say to make you lose all sense, and he knew he could.

And he would do it too.

Soon enough, he’s pulling his digits from you, only the tips pressed inside as he spreads you, his mouth leaning do to press a sloppy kiss to your weeping cunt, “this pretty thing was made f’me, wasn’t it, princess?” and his hot tongue dragging your release up and down your pussy, before his fingers sink again for a hot minute, deeper than they had until they find that spot that has you seeing stars, making you moan louder, “Ah, this is where you’re weak, right, pretty baby?” And his mouth latches to your clit, sucking as his fingers bully your walls, “fuck, you’re so wet f’me, practically leaking all over your carpet, now what will your guests think?” he hums, a grin on his lips, “maybe after I fuck you, I’ll make you lick it all up f’me, clean up your mess,”

And his words drive you over the edge, making you cum all over his fingers, your slick slipping onto his palm, as he pulls his fingers from you as you moan wantonly, his tongue darting out to lick and clean his fingers clean, pressing his digits into his mouth, “Still the sweetest thing I’ve tasted, baby,” and he’s parting you again with the tips of his fingers, before his tongue slips in.

And his tongue parts your cunt, beginning to fuck you in earnest now, as his jaw aches as he does, hot and warm muscle reaching depths you didn’t know were possible. He’s licking, prodding, and sucking, and your soft grunts and moans only made him even harder, straining in his pants, “g’nna make me cum in my pants baby from your taste and sounds alone,” and you’re already so close, too close — your first orgasm making you so sensitive, but right as you give that telltale clench, he’s pulling away a moment, to watch your chest rise and fall with half lidded eyes glazed over with lust, pretty, pretty cunt quivering from the lack of sensation, and a long whine leaving your lips.

“Want you to cum on my cock this time, baby, not in my mouth,” he says, lips and chin glossy with your slick, “we have time for that later,” and now you’re growing desparate as he just watches you, cleaning up your release from his mouth, tongue darting out to lick what he could, before using the back of his hand to wipe away what he couldn’t.

And the plea leaves your mouth before you realize it, “Please,” you swallow thickly, your words weak and broken, “Satoru, please,”

“Please, what?” he teases, as he pulls his shirt cover his head, your eyes raking over his abs and lingering on the v-line as his sweatpants rode low, doing very little to hide the large bulge that your eyes were glued to, “want me to split you open with my cock?” and he wanted nothing more, as he slips his pants and boxers off with ease, his dick nearly slapping against his stomach as he did, a pearly white bead of pre-cum resting on the flushed red tip, his hand grasping it, as he pumped it slowly to spread his release, “gonna have to use your words baby, don’t care if they’ve been fucked out of that little brain of yours,”

You pout so beautifully, bottom lip quivering, all of your resistance and fear eroded away by lust and need, “I want you, need you to fuck me, please, Toru,” you squirm, thighs parting for him, “need you inside me, please,”

It doesn’t take more than a second before the tip of his dick is pressed to your folds, “Look at you now, baby — you were begging me to leave, and now you’re begging for this cock,” and you’re moaning as he feeds your insides his dick, inch by inch, “fuck, practically swallowing me up — want to be fucked that bad baby?” And finally he’s inside you, fully seated in your sweet cunt, “or maybe, you want me to fuck a baby into you? Want me to breed this pretty pussy, sweetheart? Make me a daddy?”

And he’s starts to fuck you, hips snapping against yours — and he was unrelenting in his pace, cock breaching and bullying your insides, brushing against your sweet spot again and again. Your teeth bared down on your bottom lip, trying to hold back your noises, but he can’t have that, can he?

His thumb pulls at your bottom lip, “Wanna hear every pretty sound, sweetheart, wanna hear you scream my name as I fuck you,” and he begins to fuck you even harder, hips slapping against you, the lewd sounds of your pussy squelching from his cock, your sweet moans of his names, and lust glazed over gaze was almost too much for him.

But it only made him more desperate to fuck you harder, until all you could feel was him between your legs for the next month, as he grabbed your legs and placed them over his shoulders, making himself sink even deeper, deeper, deeper.

And it was too much, too much for you, as you came around his cock for the first time in two years, and god, it was the most beautiful thing Satoru had seen. Your mouth parted in ecstasy as your release slicked up his cock, as he fucked your cum back into you, as your princess cunt clamped down on him hard, again and again.

You were moaning his name again and again, the only word you knew now, mouth parted open as he fucked you through your orgasm, “Yeah, baby, cum on my cock, pretty pussy was made just for that. Gonna make you cum again and again, until you can’t live without my cock between your legs. You’d like that, huh? Make you walk around with my cum inside you, even when I get you pregnant, I’ll fuck you again and again, until you’re leaking with me.”

And you’re just moaning, nodding and broken, lost to the pleasure, as he grits his teeth, cock twitching at the sight before him, watching his dick slip in and out of you, a white ring of your release around the base of his cock.

It wasn’t much longer, until he notched his cock as deep as he could, holding himself as he gave only shallow thrusts, his hot release pumping into you, continuing to fuck it deeper, “gotta make sure it sticks, don’t we, sweetheart” he murmurs with a smile, as he captures your lips in a kiss, cock still stuffed inside of you, “can’t let you get away from me now. It’d be much harder with a baby, won’t it?”

And he’s easing himself out, groaning as he watches your mixed releases beginning to trickle out as the tip of his cock slaps against your weeping cunt. He pools the cum on his fingers, pushing it back in, making you flinch and moan, utterly blissed out, eyes fluttering as you gazed up at him.

He only smiles the same way he always did, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I got you.”

☆ a/n: i usually don't write things like this (i.e. non/con), but the dub feral gojo lines lived rent free in my head, until i wrote this (they still do, it's fine) I also don't post fics this often, but I am writing a lot of fics.

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virgincels · 5 months

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JINGLE BELL COCK !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. p in v, uncle/niece incest, somno

notes. MERRY CHRISTMAS!! this is very messy and rushed i haven’t been able to write properly lately so forgive me for the repetitiveness and clunkiness!! ignore typos as always :3 feedback n rbs always appreciated !!! this is reallyyy sloppy and I’m embarrassed so I may go back and delete and rewrite in a few days time 😭

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

“Woah,” Leon's knees almost buckle when you barrel into him, “Pumpkin, wow,” He takes you in, settles his hands on your hips, and it might be inappropriate ‘cause your mother glares at him over your shoulder. What did she want him to do? Grab your ass? Could’ve, should’ve, would’ve. Just doesn’t wanna get put on a list of some kind. “You’re so big now.”

“Yeah?” Your cheeks split with a sweet smile, “I missed you, uncle.”

“God, you’re so big I can’t believe it,” He gives you a once over, he’d like to catcall you to show you how he feels, Leon refrains from doing so. “I remember when you were a kid, always sat in my lap ‘n said you wanted to marry me.”

“Awww,” A gloved hand comes to pat his cheek, you take the tip of the fabric between your teeth, taking it off finger by finger, “I can do that again if you’d really like, uncle.” Your nails scratch his scruffy chin, press your finger into the divot he hates so much, then you stare right at it. Don’t look at that, god. Totally messed him over. Shit fucked up his golden ratio.

“What're you lookin’ at, pumpkin?” He shifts from foot to foot, moves his flight bag from one shoulder to the other.

“Just never seen you with a beard,” You shrug, beaming at him once more. Okay, not the chin then, thank fuck. “It’s cute, uncle, makes you look older.” Leon doesn’t know if that’s good or bad, though he feels his spinal disk shrink with each passing second.

You turn on your heels when his sister-in-law, fine as ever, says your name, “We should go before she gets pissy.” You tell him cheekily, taking his hand in yours, and you’re so big now he can’t believe it. A whole lot of tit, hip, and your ass ain’t too shabby either. Leon’s justification is that he’s only a man, can't help himself when he sees a pretty girl, even if said girl is his niece. He’s an honest guy, gotta give his brother props for marrying such a smokeshow, even more credit for knocking her up. ‘Cause she popped out an even hotter girl, younger, brighter, and your tits sit prettier.

Their family stands on crumbling foundations, when he’s around his brother, Leon’s five seconds away from blowing his brains out at any given moment. He doesn’t know why people question his suicidal tendencies, he’s more than willing to show them. Snow crunches under his boots as he navigates the path leading up to the front door. The layer of glossy red paint has chipped away to reveal the mahogany beneath. It’s been that long, huh?

“I’m in college now, I have my licence and everything, uncle, I wanted to visit you in D.C. but I couldn’t get ahold of you,” You chatter to him, tugging at your laces and propping your shoes up on the shelf near the door, make the move to grab his suitcase, but Leon swiftly moves it aside. “I can carry it, I’m a big girl now.”

“No, you’re not,” Leon frowns, to him you’re a baby. An undeveloped prefrontal cortex and a soft spot on the top of your head. Yeah, you got a rack now, sure, he wants to fuck you now - doesn’t change a thing.

“Okay, well did you bring me a present?” You trail after him, and you really are still a baby.

“Yeah, you’re my favourite girl, I bought you lots.” He’s not sure if you’ll like it. Colouring books, dolls, plastic jewellery. He’s a bit of an idiot. Didn’t think about how long it’s been.

“Can I open them now?” You seat yourself next to him on the couch, knee bumping his.

“Later, pumpkin, I promise.”

“I want to transfer to Washington.” Wine trickles over the edge of your cup, Leon soaks it up with a napkin, dabs at your face when a rivulet dribbles down your chin.

His brother’s knocked out in their dad’s old armchair, it’s beyond saving, but he’s cheap. Your mom retired to bed a while back, they argued over something trivial, a cheeseboard or some shit, and with that it leaves the two of you.

“Yeah? You got friends out there or what?”

“No, but you’re there, uncle.” You grin, batting your lashes so pretty he gets without popping a viagra or two. Three. He needs three minimum. “I could come stay with you, right?”

Fuck no, under no circumstance should he be allowed within fifty feet of you. And here Leon is, bumping knees, brushing fingers like you’re lovesick teens on a first date. That’s just not right, is it? He’s a decrepit old man on his way to getting a senior bus pass, and he’s your uncle and all. Can’t really go around popping boners over family members.

“I work too much.” Leon says coolly, sweat dripping from his temple, drumming his fingers against the table. “Hey, you wanna open your presents?”

“Yes!” You nod with wild enthusiasm, like a bobblehead, cute ones you keep on the dashboard. Leon would love to take you home with him, display you on the mantle like a China doll, show you off like some rare artefact. Just can’t, he’d end up doing something awful, peeking in on you showering— or worse he’d start sleepwalking, get into your room- “Go get them then, uncle.”

The paper is pink, the shade you used to adore as a young girl, the colour you’ve since painted over in your room. He got that professionally wrapped, big bow on it and all. Leon’s not good at making things look pretty. It’s easier to assemble a gun than it is to wrap presents. Your name is scrawled on the tag in cursive writing that belongs to none other than Claire, she insisted on doing so, felt inclined after seeing his chicken-scratch.

“It’s for me, you shouldn’t have, uncle!” You snatch it out of his hands, Jesus, had more manners when you were a kid. Once you tear through the paper, you blink down at the plastic princess costume jewellery. Clip-on earrings, fluffy mules that are much too tiny, the whole lot. “Oh, wow, well, it sure is nice.”

“Pumpkin,” Leon starts, “It slipped my mind that you’re a big girl now, I wasn’t thinkin’ and I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You placate him with your smile, “I’m just glad you’re here.” Cheesy, still makes him swoon.

“We can go shopping ‘fore I go back, I’ll buy you whatever, yeah?”

“I don’t need that,” You shake your head, eyes flitting from his lower half then to his lips. He’s making shit up in his head now. It’s late, Leon should go to sleep, doesn’t wanna start kissing on you and end up in court. “Oh, you’re going already?”

“I’m tired, pumpkin.” My dick is so hard it’s cutting off all blood flow to my brain, my pants are squeezing it so tight I’m gonna contract sepsis and that shit will fall straight off, I don’t want my dick to fall off, pumpkin, hope you can understand my reasoning. Leon hopes you can see the desperation in his eyes, that you can see the sentiment he’s trying to get across.

The bed creaks with his weight, and it’s the same dusty, bed-bug ridden shit his brother’s had for years. He jerks off, blows his load on his stomach, too worn out to clean it up. Falls asleep with his hand down his pants. Then Leon starts having wet dreams like he’s twenty-one again, of your petal lips, of your hands on his dick, your tits, how your thighs look when you sit. Warmth engulfs his cock, and it’s so real, he’s so sure you’re right there, sucking him off like a good girl. You’re cute like a sex doll, and it’s unfair that he has to put on this uncle act. Used to come natural to him when you were a kid, but it’s just different.

Only when Leon lifts his hand does he come into contact with skin, with hair, and a human. At first, he thinks it’s the dog, one of the three. Then he feels small hands parting his thighs further, the familiarity of your smile warming his skin.

“Pumpkin.” Leon rasps, and it’s not quite warning, just a tone that says keep going, but this is fucked up, doesn’t mean I don’t want it though. He thanks you for making the first move.

You pull off with a wet pop, kissing along his Apollo’s belt. “I want to come to D.C. and stay with you,” You say between fervid kisses, “I want to be with you, uncle, you’re handsome and I like you.” Your confession is feverish, he wonders if you realise the weight of your words. Can’t go around telling lonely old men that you like ‘em.

“I’m your uncle, pumpkin.” Leon states simply, ‘cause he’s an adult and he’s collected, but you can keep pumping his dick like that, he really don’t mind.

“No one would know,” You kiss the sticky tip, pre smeared over your lips like lip gloss, tongue poking out to taste him, dipping into his leaky slit. “I could be your girlfriend.” Leon doesn’t even know you, he knows the little girl you once were.

Leon’s too old for that shit. Girlfriend boyfriend talk. “I’m too old to be dating, pumpkin.” He cradles the back of your head with his calloused hand, guides you to base of his shaft, your tongue tracing the vein that runs along the underside of his cock.

“Yeah, but you’re not too old to marry me, are you?” You’re a clever girl, giving him a cheeky smile as you sit up and clamber into his lap.

“What’s gotten into you, pumpkin?” Don’t stop, pumpkin. Same thing. He hopes his dick says enough, standing proud as you lift your hips, wet hole stretching to accommodate his fat tip. Leon can’t see your face, but he shuts his eyes and thinks about it, how your lips would part so pretty, and you’d toss your head back, sweat making your skin all shiny.

“I just really like you, uncle.” One way ticket out of this shitty town, away from his shitry brother, away from your narc bitch of a mom, free food, free housing - Leon understands your motive. Truly, he does, and he can’t find it in himself to give a damn. If you pretend to love then it matters all the same.

“Okay, then sit on it, pumpkin.” Leon urges, firm hands finding purchase on your hips, forcing you down on his cock till you take all of him to the hilt. The head bumps your cervix, and Leon is in love with you. Thank fuck he came back home, thank god, thank Claire for pushing him to the point of booking a flight. “You wanna marry me?”

“I told you, didn’t I? Promised I was gonna marry you when I was a kid.” You press your tits flush to his chest, lips ghosting Leon’s. “I wanna marry you so bad, uncle, you’re all I want.” And Leon can’t help himself, doesn’t mean to let go so early, the coils of heat in his belly turn searing, and he empties himself into you with a groan. The quiet noise of disappointing you let out as his cock softens inside of you is adorable.

“You gotta get used to that if you marry me, I’m old now.” He strokes your head, holds you tight, refuses to let go now that he’s got you.

“I can deal with it, uncle, as long as I get to be your wife.”

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detectivestucks · 30 days

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Date Crasher

18+ Content Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Modern AU Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Your toxic ex-husband Kakashi crashes your first date since the divorce and you fall into his baby trapping scheme when you look to use him for a one night stand.

Warnings: NSFW, Baby Trapping, Public sexual acts, Hair Pulling, Fingering, Oral, Unprotected Penetration, Degradation.

Word Count: 3.4k

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Tonight was a big night. After months of wallowing in self pity you’re finally doing it. You’re finally going on a date. You’re not expecting to find love on the first try or anything, you just want to dip your toe in the dating pool. Maybe even splash around a little bit. A hot makeout session and maybe even cuddles would be nice. Nothing serious, just a small ego boost from a nice guy.

It had been forever since the last time you were on a date. You didn’t know how to dress for one anymore so you just wore your favorite outfit. Was it really girly? Yeah, but it looked cute and you felt confident. Nothing could make you feel more beautiful than your sparkly pink body con dress. The fabric stretched over your hips just right, tapering in to hug your thighs and accentuate your coke bottle figure.

As you gaze in the mirror you realize this is the prettiest you’ve felt ever since your ex husband cheated on you. You scan yourself up and down as you soak in the figure of a woman you had since forgotten. A tear begins to well in your eye before you blink it away and grab your bag to leave.

You head to the restaurant and wait at the bar for your date to arrive. After your second tequila sunrise you decide to slow down, not wanting to be drunk before your date arrives despite how calming the liquor is to your nerves. You chase the lime wedge around the bottom of your glass with the tiny ink colored straw when you hear a woman clear her throat. You begin to stand as your eyes glance up to meet the hostess.

“Evening miss, your table is read-”

The small woman gasps as a strong hand comes down on your shoulder pushing you back into your seat.

“She won’t be needing that table. Now scram.”

Her tiny frame, after a quick nod, disappeared from view as she slipped through the crowd that mingled around the bar. Hand still pressed on your shoulder, there was suddenly a warm tickle in your ear.

“Now just what do you think you’re doing here?”

“Moving forward”

“Oh no sweetcheeks, you’re not moving anywhere. Did you really think I’d let my wife go outside wearing that slutty get up?”

“I’m not your wife anymore.”

“You’ll always be my wife. When will you realize that. I own you, sweetie?”

You shove his hand off of your shoulder and make to stand up and leave when his other hand grabs you.

“Not so fast, babe. We’re not done here.”

“Yes we are.” You say, ripping your arm out of his grasp. “Now, I need to call my date and reschedule seeing as you’ve officially ruined my mood.”

“Don’t bother. He’s not coming.”

You freeze and turn around. “What did you do?”

A coy smirk grows beneath his mismatched eyes.

“Kakashi, what did you do?”

“I gave that twerp a proper warning outside to stay away from my wife.”

You let out a huff in frustration. “I’m not your wife!”

“YES YOU ARE!” he boomed the words so loud that the restaurant fell silent.

Your eyes flick around the room in embarrassment. “Our nullified marriage license would disagree.” You give one more glance around the bar. “Can we please not have this fight in public?”

“We wouldn’t have to fight at all if you’d just let me come home.”

”You’re not coming home because you cheated Kakashi. You broke our marriage the moment you stuck your pecker inside another woman. Don’t blame me for the fruits of your labor just because they taste bitter.” You grab your purse and start to head towards the door.

“There you go with your high and mighty speech again.”

“Leave me alone Kakashi.”

“No, not till you see reason.”

“You’re the one who needs a reality check.” you say haughtily as you walk away.

Kakashi is hot on your tail as he once more grasps your arm. He pulls you out of the restaurant, dragging you down the street.

“Kakashi let go of me! Let go!” Your arm tries clawing him off of you but he drags you into a vacant alleyway and shoves you against the wall. Your hands are pinned against the rust colored brick on either side of your face. Hot breath fills your ear with that sultry deep voice.

“What were you going to do with that little punk, huh? All slutted out in your favorite pink dress? Were you gonna let him touch you?”

Kakashi rolls his hips into you and you feel that familiar sensation of fear and arousal blended together.

“Were you gonna give my pretty lips away to some other man?”

He lunges in to kiss you, swirling his tongue around your mouth before biting down on your lower lip. Tears splash down your cheeks during his forced passion. You didn’t want this. You wanted an awkward first date with a nice guy, but instead you’re trapped under your toxic ex husband.

Kakashi lets go of your wrists to grab covetously around your waist, pulling you in and squeezing you against his defined chest. His kiss becomes more desperate while you vainly attempt to push him off of you.

“You’re never going to find someone else who knows you like I do sweet cheeks. No one else will ever satisfy you the way I do.”

His lips ghost over your cheek and trail down to your chin. You can’t help the way it steals your breath.

“No Kashi.”

“No baby, you don’t get it. We belong together.” He starts kissing your neck, softly lulling you into a state of compliance. “We still have a future together.”

“Kakashi, please.”

“Please what baby? What does my good girl want?”

You didn’t know what to say. You wanted him to stop and leave you alone but you also wanted him to keep going and touch you the way he used to. What he says is true, no one makes you feel the way he does. No one can make your skin flush the way he can. No one makes your legs shake like he does.

“Come on baby, what does my sweetcheeks want?”

Your eyes close as you breathe “Kiss me.”

“Gladly”

He restrains your hands above your head with one hand even though you were no longer fighting him and with the other her laces his fingers through your hair just above the nape of your neck. He pulls your head forward till your face is crashing into his, squishing your nose against his in a searing kiss. He rubs his pelvis along your hip as he sucks on your tongue, pulling it from your mouth into his. You moan into him and he knows he’s won back his little wife temporarily.

“Moanin like a little whore, huh? Is that what you are?” he teases “You daddy’s little whore?”

You look up at him through your lashes hating how much you loved how he degraded you.

“Yeah, you’re daddy’s whore alright which means I get to take these.”

Kakashi’s hand slips from your hair and pulls up the hem of your dress, phishing underneath for your panties. He rubs his fingerpads over the fabric, massaging your clit and making you squirm. Just when his hand works you into a fever, he slips under the elastic band and yanks them down to your knees where they fall to the asphalt in the dark alley, pooling around your shoes.

“Now she’s dressed like a whore.” he whispers into your ear as he brings his hand up to cradle your heat before dipping his pointer and middle fingers past your folds. A gasp slips from your lips and the cocky smirk on his face makes you twist in frustration. He loves the control he has over your body. He loves how he plays you like a fine tuned instrument. His fingers disappear inside of your gummy interior as he buries them deep within your walls quickly and repeatedly. You moan and squirm in his grasp. The squelching sounds from under your dress become louder with each stroke of his hand.

“Please Kashi, slow down, I’m gonna…” but you were growing too dumb from his hand to continue.

“Gonna what baby?”

“M’gonna…gonna”

“Speak sweetcheeks”

You choke out your next words, “m’gonna cum”

Your eyes cross and a creamy substance surrounds Kakashi’s knuckles. He withdraws his hand and smells his fingers, loving the sweet stench. Lapping up your tangy juices from his knuckles, he licks his lips before feeding you his fingers to finish it off.

“Looks like someone remembers who she belongs to. Let's get my slut home.”

“No wait!”

Kakashi pockets your underwear before pulling the skirt of your dress above your hips and exposing your entire sex. He then slings you over his shoulder so the whole street would see your bare cunt as Kakashi carried you to his car.

“Kashi, put me down!”

One arm hugging around your kicking legs, with the other he buried his knuckles back into your slit, finger fucking you into silence as he walked.

“Kashi, s’so embarrassing” you whisper between gasps, head dangling upside down while one hand claws at his shirt, the other clutching your purse.

Many sounds of surprise and disgust were heard from onlookers but Kakashi didn’t care. He relished in the power. He enjoys embarrassing you the way you embarrassed him in your meaningless divorce.

As he carries you into the parking garage a group of drunk men saw you and catcalled. Kakashi asked them if they wanted a taste of your gushing wet pussy and two of them agreed eagerly.

“Kakashi, no!”

“Quiet slut!” he yells with a harsh smack to your ass.

You whimper as the stranger’s hands run up the back of your thighs and grip your stinging cheeks before you feel his steamy breath against your labia. He laughs before diving his tongue into your unconsenting cunt. The man moaned from your sweet fluids and began to bury his face in your warmth.

“Say thank you, Y/N”

“T-thank you, ahh!”

His tongue began scooping out your tangy arousal before his friend became impatient and pushed the man away to get his fill. Both of his hands came down on your ass as he stood behind you and began to suck on your clit.

“Don’t just moan like an ill-mannered whore. Thank the man.”

“Thank you sir!” you say through clenched teeth.

“Thank you for what?” Kakashi barked

“Thank you for sucking on my pussy!”

You scream and shake before more cream comes dripping out of your entrance. The second stranger gladly slurps it up before Kakashi continues walking you to his car. Your freshly wet sex feels cold against the night air as he makes his way through the garage but your face is hot with embarrassment.

Once you come up to the royal blue Corvette he sets you down, both hands cupping your face to kiss you tenderly before he spins you around and bends you over the hood of his car.

“You love being a little slut. Look how wet you are cause some strangers wanted a snack.” Kakashi slapped your plush behind violently, making you scream.

“But you’re done being their toy. Now it’s my turn.”

He slaps you again, both the sound of the sting and your scream reverberate off the concrete walls. Kakashi hurriedly unbuckles his pants to free his raging cock from its confines. He presses the tip to your folds which part easily for him, welcoming him back to his rightful home.

A whorish groan spills out of you as the familiar stretch loosens your silky walls.

“Yeah, that’s right, groan for your daddy.”

You close your eyes and hum, the embarrassment ebbing away slightly as his strokes satisfy an itch that you cannot scratch all on your own.

“That’s right baby. Remember me? Remember how good I make you feel?”

You try to ignore him as your body reacts in bliss. You didn’t want his words tainting the utter euphoria it is to have him inside of you.

“No one else can do this to you. Not like I can.”

“Please shutup.” you slur between gasps as he pounds into you with loud wet slaps.

Your hands had been bracing the hood of his car but your outburst of sass made him steal your wrists and pin them behind your back. With one hand he restrained you, with the other he fisted your hair just like in the alleyway.

“Don’t you dare speak to me that way, little slut.”

He snarls and though you hate him, you loved how rough he was being with you.

“I’ll speak to you however I want, cheater.”

“You’ll respect your daddy.”

He pistons into you to quiet your retort as your hips collide with the car’s paint over and over. You can’t help the way he causes you to unravel when speared on his dick like a spit.

“You’re mine sweetcheeks. Always will be.”

He pulls your hair as he leans down to kiss your neck. You let out a grunt of discomfort from the tug and it only reaffirms his control.

Soon he stands up to his full height again before pumping away inside of you. Your eyes cross as you feel your legs give out from the intensity of the throbbing in your cunt. Each harsh thrust steals your breath away till you babble on his cock and cum comes gushing out.

“See baby? All mine.”

He takes you and shoves you into his passenger side seat before slamming the door shut.

“Hey! Kakashi, let me out!”

Kakashi rounds his car and gets in the driver’s side.

“What the hell? You have the child lock on? Are you insane?”

He doesn’t respond. He only turns over the engine.

“Just cause we fucked one time doesn’t mean we’re getting back together. I just needed to get my rocks off.”

“Stop being a brat. We’re going home.”

You were livid. He was quite literally abducting you and you had no way of stopping him. You groaned knowing you were at the mercy of his sick mind and were going to have to pay for an Uber to come back and get your car whenever he released you from his dumb games.

“If I hear any more of your sass that pretty pussy’s gonna get it once we’re home.”

You purse your lips together before chewing on the inside of your cheek. This man is out of his mind. He’s delusional. He seriously thinks you’re just gonna go along with all of this?!

He pulls up to the house, opens up the garage and parks inside. You wait not so patiently for him to round the car and open the door for you.

“Fine, I’m home now. You can leave.”

Kakashi’s hand swiftly strikes your face. You cup your cheek in shock.

“Don’t tell me to leave my own home.”

The glare you give him would frighten most but he’s completely indifferent to your rage.

“I’m not leaving my wife or my home ever again.” he grabs you by the hair and pulls you close to his face. You can smell the hint of mouthwash lingering on his tongue as he speaks. “Do you understand? You’re not moving on from me. Ever.”

The way he snarls at you almost makes you believe he cares. Like he must love you but alas he doesn’t know how to love. He only knows how to fuck and it’s easy to get them confused.

“Drop the act Kakashi. This was just sex and you know it.”

He spins you around so he is behind you. One of his hands comes up to your neck and the other to your chest where he gives you a good squeeze.

“This isn’t just about sex and you know it. Now walk.”

The two of you stumble to your once shared bedroom and he throws you down on the mattress. Climbing in, the springs give way under his weight and he positions himself over your body.

“I’m gonna take good care of my pretty baby. Gonna make sure she’s satisfied like a good husband.”

You roll your eyes in response and he slaps your face once more. You look up at him gobsmacked. “I said to stop behaving like a brat.”

Kakashi pins your arms above your head and lunges in for your lips. His mouth strays from your lips and greedily explores your body, licking and nipping your neck, collarbone, and chest. His hands slide from your wrists up your palms and his fingers slip between yours. Your back arches up, pushing your chest up into his. He grinds up against you, mindlessly relieving his aching member while he happily invites his lips to roam wherever they please.

You fall back into your old ways, moaning as your skin is tickled by him. Was he a walking red flag? Absolutely, but did he know how to touch you?

“Yes”

Kakashi groans as he lifts your dress, pulling it off of your figure. You raise your hips and then your shoulders as he drags the fabric up and over your head. Your naked silhouette lay bare beneath him and the drool quite literally falls from the corner of his mouth.

You feel the warm droplet splash your skin as he unbuttons the front of his pants. Hands brushing up along your sides, sliding under your shoulders, and clutching your back. Muscular physique pressing against your form before he lines up his tip.

It slowly pushes past your sopping lips before parting your gummy interior, seeking to bully against your cervix and push his precum up into your uterus. Soft little mewls sputter from your mouth, clenching around the girth that has always brought you ecstasy.

A creamy ring already forms around his base and he can feel the coolness of the bedroom air with each withdrawal as you paint him in an increasingly thick coat of your arousal. The chill is a stark contrast to the warmth of your walls that he plunges back into rhythmically.

He is never letting you go again, no matter what you say. You will stay by his side. He will ensure it. Thoughts of moving back in and living out the rest of his life with you consume his mind. His pounding triples in enthusiasm and your body is pushed up the bed slowly.

Your hands move to clutch his chest when he flips you to your belly. One leg is settled between his knees and the other is bent by your waist. The angle’s deep and stroking a spot so sweet you forget about the other woman who broke your marriage.

The blankets scrunch from your fingers clutching them tight as you brace yourself for his beating. Snapping hips pummeling into your cheeks as you look back at the towering frame behind you.

“Yes sweetie, you can cum. You don’t have to ask.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as your legs quake beneath him. Fluid drips down onto the bed from the pleasure that rips through you leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Still shaking from the aftershocks, Kakashi grabs a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffs it beneath your hips, then closes your legs between his own.

He falls to all fours, thrusting up into you with every drop of passion in his body. Your sensitive cunt clumps around him unable to handle how his mushroom head pulls along your silken interior. Your moans echo around the room, body twisting in pleasure. Curses flow from his tongue as he grunts, dropping to his elbows to kiss the back of your neck.

Little ‘I love you’s’ are whispered into your ear as punctuated thrusts slam into your abdomen. His seed bursts all over your walls coating every centimeter of your insides. Kakashi rolls you on your back, swinging your feet over his shoulders and continues fucking his hot fluids deeper, leaning down and tilting your pelvis up to keep his spend inside. He lets himself grow soft in you as he keeps you pinned beneath him.

His soft pointed nose nuzzles behind your ear, and you feel his grip on your arms tighten before he says the words,

“I’m coming home for good cause this baby’s gonna need a father and I know you’re ovulating today.”

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Vaya Con Dio

Dio Morrissey x f!reader

Dio thinks he's got her all figured out, but she's got a few tricks up her cashmere sleeve.

wordcount: 3K

story playlist (which I highly recommend listening to while reading)

warnings | 18+ *smacks fic like a car salesman* this bad boy can fit so much depravity in it. SMUT, kinda angst? pegging, duh

a/n | Dio Morrissey - if you don't know him, get to know him, law and order, babes, he's my new favorite freak ;)

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It’s too easy, really. He has it down to a science. The library on fifth is the best for this, being so close to the NYU campus. Smart girls, but not too smart, not smart enough to get into Columbia. And good girls, studying in the stacks on a Wednesday afternoon, pulling their little cashmere cardigans bought by daddy closer around their shoulders. Dio gets to kill two birds with one stone this way, brushing up on his important literature (he’s really into Scientology these days) and finding a pretty little thing to take home for his dinner.

Today is no different. He’s got his eyes set on a baby pink sweater set, and a cute little headband that matches, plush lips wrapped around the eraser of a pencil, brow furrowed in concentration over whatever she’s working on. Showtime.

He sits down in the seat next to hers, nothing more than a glance his way before she focuses back on her textbook. It’s a script by now, certified. He watches the clock, aimlessly flipping through a book, waiting the requisite five minutes before sitting back with a huff, slamming his book shut with a dull thud. That gets her attention, winged-eyeliner focused on him now.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. It’s just– your aura– it's mesmerizing to me.” A little quirk of a lip-glossed smile is all he needs to know that he’s got her, leaning closer on his elbows to hear her response.

“Does that line work on other girls?” Kitty’s got claws. He can work with that.

“What? You don’t think I mean it? How you wound me, pretty girl. You see, I have a good feel for these things. I’m drawn to beauty, to pureness. I just couldn’t help myself when I saw you, I had to come talk to you.” Her eyes narrow at him as she lets out a breathy giggle, shaking her head lightly at his words. Got her. He slings his arm over the back of her chair, leaning in real close, letting his lips crook up like he’s got the most delicious secret to tell her.

“Do you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere a little more, mm, cozy, so we can really talk? I’d like to get to know you better.” Her perfect french manicure twists around her pencil as she bites down on her lip, and he doesn’t even need to hear her speak to know what her answer is.

…

“This is me, home sweet home, or something like that.” He grins, all teeth, as she ducks under his arm and into his shitty little apartment. He doesn’t have much, just a futon and a pile of clothes, some books, a stove that works half the time. But he doesn’t care about possessions like all the sheep. Besides, chicks dig it, it adds to the whole effect.

Her heels click on the peeling linoleum floor, spinning in a slow circle as she takes in the space before her wide eyes finally settle back on him.

“Come get comfortable, baby. Let’s talk.” He coaxes her over to his futon, sitting down next her, his thigh pressing up against hers as he slings his arm over the back of the makeshift couch. Her eyes are focused on something behind him, and when he jerks his chin over his shoulder and sees that she’s looking at his bong propped next to the futon, he grins.

“You want a hit, pretty girl? I’m happy to share.” He’s already reaching for it along with his lighter as she answers him.

“Oh, um, sure. Actually I was looking at what’s laying next to that, but I’ll take a hit.” When he realizes what she’s referring to, the dark purple strap-on that’s haphazardly laying on the ground, he can’t help but chuckle.

“You ever seen one of those before, baby?” He revels in her wide eyes as he turns back to her, fiddling with his lighter to fix up the bong for them.

“Do you use it a lot?”

“I enjoy partaking, yeah. Why? You looking to try it out?” Not really expecting an answer from her, he takes the first hit from the bong, his eyes not leaving hers as he lets a slow slip of smoke out of his mouth.

“Here, pretty girl, let me show you how to–” before he can even finish, she’s taking the bong and lighter out of his hands, hitting it with the deft precision of someone who has done this many times before. She blows the smoke out with a smirk, the haze directed right at his face. He hates to admit it, but it throws him off his game, just a little, though he’s quick to compose himself with a smirk of his own.

“Well, well, aren’t you just full of surprises? You do a lot of this in coll–” She’s surprising him again, setting the bong on the floor before straddling his thighs, her little mini-skirt bunching up at her hips. Her hand cups his cheek, a soft touch that he can’t help but lean into, his own hands resting on her thighs. But as she slips her fingers back into his hair, her light touch turns hard all at once, nails grazing his scalp as she tugs his head back, pressing a kiss to his bobbing throat.

“You know, baby, I’m not really interested in doing any more talking.” This is a first for him, and it’s not that he minds exactly, but he did have a whole routine ready for her, and she just stepped all over it with her pretty pink kitten heels. But he doesn’t have much time to get pissy about it, not when she’s tugging him by his hair into a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth and sticky-sweet lip gloss.

…

It’s too easy, really. She has it down to a science. Boys like this, who think they have the whole world figured out and wrapped around their black nail-polished fingers, are her favorite. She knows how unassuming she looks, and she knows what they think of her. Innocence lost, an easy target, something sugary sweet to sink their teeth into. She revels in proving them wrong.

“Dio– that’s not your real name, is it, baby? Why don’t you be a good boy and tell me your real name?” She tugs him back by the hair at the nape of his neck, his eyes wide and dark as he looks at her, mouth agape and spit-slick, remnants of her lip gloss smeared glittery on his lips. His Adam's apple bobs, fingers flexing where his hands are curled on her hips. She’s got him surprised, guard down, mind swimming in her shocking sour-sweetness. She’s got him right where she wants him.

“It’s– it’s Shane. My name is Shane.” Not so tough now, are you? She grins, leaning in and letting her lips just graze over his, tongue flickering out over his top lip.

“Shane, you wanna have some fun together?”

“Mmhmm, yeah, I– yes.” She has to giggle at his frantic answer, the jerky nod of his head, and she pulls him in for another hard kiss, licking into his mouth as she grinds her hips down on his already prominent bulge. She pulls away just as fast though, dragging his bottom lip between her teeth before letting it snap back in place, getting up off his lap to stand in front of him with her hands on her hips.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off for me, pretty boy?” He doesn’t need to be asked twice, shrugging out of his leather duster jacket, standing up in just his black wife beater and chains, making quick work of his belt, toeing off his boots and shucking off his pants, all the while keeping his eyes glued to her, lips parted and dazed.

“You can leave the hardware on, baby, silver suits you.” He gets what she means, nodding and tugging his tank top over his head but leaving his chains, a nervous little smile quirking his mouth as she steps forward and shoves him back down onto the futon.

When she straddles his hips again, there’s a whole lot less fabric separating her throbbing core and his obvious hardness, grinding the damp cotton of her panties down over the bulge in his boxers. He lets out a low groan when she swirls her hips, the sound getting stuck in his throat when she licks a hot stripe up the strong slope of his neck.

“Fuck, you’re– you’re unreal.”

“Oh, Shaney, I assure you I’m very real.” They’re so predictable, you’d think she’d be bored of this particular flavor by now. But she can’t help herself, there’s just something too good, too delicious, about putting a guy like this in his place. She pulls him into another kiss, yanking him in by his chains as she coaxes him to lay out on the futon. When his hands start to tug at her sweater, however, she’s quick to pull away.

“Ah-ah, what do you want, baby? Use your words for me.” He’s breathless, hazy, looking up at her through pretty lashes and a furrowed brow.

“I– can you take that off?”

“I mean, I can–” he doesn’t like that one bit, practically growling in frustration as his hands squeeze at her hips.

“Would you take it off, fucking– please?” She stifles her giggle, rubbing her palms on his chest before shrugging off her cardigan and peeling off her tank top. It’s an awkward shuffle, but he’s happy to help her as she shimmies her panties down from under her skirt, holding her steady as she lifts one knee and then the other to flick them away.

“There, that’s better, huh, baby?” He’s trying to get the upper hand again, only answering her with a grunt as he guides her back down with a hand on the nape of her neck, tongue dipping and flickering into her mouth. But she doesn’t let him have control for long, pressing her hips down hard, her dripping cunt grinding over his boxer-covered length. He goes just slack enough at the sensation, sighing into her mouth, that she can start crawling up his torso, his dopey eyes flickering with recognition of what she wants.

“Oh, fuck yes.” As her thighs frame his face, she swings her legs around before he can pull her down to his mouth, her hands splaying out over his taut stomach as she now faces his legs.

“This ok for you, Shane?” The only answer she gets is a low rumbled mmhmm before he pulls her hips down, licking a flat stripe through her folds that catches her by surprise. She hadn’t exactly been expecting him to be good at it, but he is, he really fucking is. That perfectly arched nose of his is notching at her entrance as he slurps at her clit, and she can’t help the gasp she lets out when his teeth graze that spot, lurching forward until her hands are on the tops of his thighs. She noses at his cock through his boxers, pressing heated little kisses along his length before tugging the fabric down and oh, he’s pretty everywhere. Flushed pink, thick enough to set spit pooling in her mouth, a cute little curve to him that she traces with the pads of her fingers, his groans thrumming through her cunt.

When she does take him into her mouth, the moan he lets out into her core makes her dizzy, coaxing her to take more and more of him until there’s a stretching ache in her jaw. He seems just as encouraged, pulling her hips down harder, his palms kneading and groping at her ass as he alternates between licking into her and dragging his tongue over her clit. The only sounds are their equally salacious mouths, spit-slick gasps and moans that are sending her over the edge before she can even clock it, her cunt spasming around nothing as he licks her through it. While her hips jerk in his hold, trying to get away from the sensitivity, he only firms up his fingers on her ass, continuing to lap at her through the aftershocks as she can only meekly kitten lick his throbbing cock. But then her eyes focus on something laying next to the futon, something dark purple, and she nearly kicks him in the head, wriggling out of his grip and turning around to look at him.

“Wait, I wanna do something else with you, Shaney.” He’s an obscene vision looking up at her, lips swollen and glistening with her, chest heaving, pupils blown wide as he nods jerkily. She grins, reaching behind them to pick up the strap-on.

“Where do you keep your lube, baby?”

It isn’t much longer after asking that question that she stands before him, adjusting the straps of the harness around her hips as he clutches the bottle of lube in his hands, knuckles white as he watches her.

“You–you’ve done this before?” She smirks at him, stepping forward and tilting his chin up with her fingers, pouting her lips as she tilts her head at him.

“What? Is it so hard to believe that I know how to have fun too? Don’t worry, Shaney, I’m gonna take such good care of you. Now why don’t you be a good boy and get my dick ready for you.”

“Fuck, that’s hot–” He seems to be saying it absentmindedly, murmuring it to himself as he uncaps the bottle of lube, squirting some into his hand before slicking it up and down her plastic length. It’s such a power trip, standing over him as he strokes her fake dick, dark eyes looking up at her all the while.

“That’s good, baby, thank you. You wanna get on your hands and knees for me?” He moves in a flash, and she has to admit, she likes a man so responsive to orders. She kneels behind him, bringing a palm to his low back as she squirts a little more lube over his hole, giggling at the huff he lets out at the sensation. She notches the tip of her plastic dick at his hole, leaning over him so she can whisper in his ear as she presses her hips forward.

“There you go, baby. Gotta relax for me, huh? Gonna take care of you, just need you to open up for me. There it is. Feels good, yeah?” He whimpers, the poor boy, fingers gripping at the sheet covering the futon as she stills inside him, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.

“Tell me when I can mo–” “Fuck me, please– I– you– just, fuck me.” She smiles into his shoulder blades, pressing a kiss there as she arcs her hips back, a sweet and slow drag that makes him groan.

“Aw, you like it slow, don’t you, baby?”

“Uh-huh, sl-slow is good– fuck, you’re good at this.” His breathless praise makes her laugh as she leans back to really work him, keeping her slow, circuitous pace as she reaches around to stroke his dick. As a matter of fact, she has done this before, many times, and she is good at it, savoring the grunted curses he lets out, his hips pressing back against hers with each thrust.

“You gonna come for me, Shane? Gonna give me what I want?”

“Yeah, yes– shit, just keep– keep doing that– oh my god.” She snaps her hips a little harder, a little quicker, dragging her nails down his spine before holding his waist steady to thrust into him with a little more intention than the lazy strokes she had started out with. Keeping one hand anchored on his hip, she leans forward, bringing her other palm to his throat, a suggestion of pressure, her french-tipped nails curling ever so slightly.��

“Being so good for me, baby. Want you to come for me, just like this. Can you do that for me? Be a good boy and come for me.” He lets out a whine that sort of sounds like an mmhmm, and she can just catch a glimpse over his shoulder of his scrunched-shut eyes and slack jaw.

It’s not long after that he comes with a string of punched-out curses, collapsing onto his forearms as she presses her hips against his with one final stroke. He whimpers when she pulls out, his legs splaying out as he slumps down into a puddle of his own come, resting his cheek on his forearm as he catches his breath. She’s quick to get up, slipping the harness down off her legs and stepping out of it as she walks over to his “kitchen,” filling up the one chipped glass he has at the sink and bringing it back over to him.

“Did so good for me, Shane. Here, have some water, baby.” He presses up on his elbows, eyes still scrunched shut as she coaxes a few sips out of him before setting the glass down next to the futon. He slumps back down, cheek squished against his forearm, his eyes barely opening to watch her get dressed.

“Are you a succubus?” She glances over at him, smirking at his cute, pale ass on full display.

“You wish, baby.” She slips her cardigan on with a satisfied sigh, stepping into her heels and grabbing her purse as well.

“Are you– you’re just gonna leave now?” He squints up at her, still laying on his stomach, his head propped up in one hand. She hums at his question, taking a quick glance at her watch, really more for effect than anything else.

“Mmhmm, I have dinner plans. But this was fun, yeah?” His face is completely slack, lips parted in clear confusion, though she doesn’t give him much of a chance to respond, clicking her tongue and breezing over to the door.

“Wait, I don't even know your name.”

“You don’t need to. Bye, Shane, thanks for the good time.”

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Ooo, hi! Could we get any Yandere Stu Macher headcanons! And also if you do the whole “__ anon” thing, I’d like to be 🐈‍⬛ Anon!

Thank you! And don’t feel the need to rush, whenever ur ready is fine

Yandere Stu Macher Headcanons ♥︎

CONTENT WARNINGS: Yandere behavior, Slight Dub Con, NSFW, GN Reader/Unspecified anatomy, Stu being a perv, mentions of murder, mentions of kidnapping, Pet name (Stu calls reader cutie), I think that’s it??

♥︎ the moment he saw you he was absolutely smitten (I mean how could he not?? look at you you’re gorgeous!!)

maybe he saw you at school talking to Tatum or Sidney, or at the video stare talking with Randy. he came skipping up to the two of you with a huge grin on his face, unable to take his eyes off you. “who’s this cutie?” he’d ask. the way you blushed at him calling you a cutie, oh it was over for you.

♥︎ he’s always looking at you with big heart eyes

♥︎ even before you two become a couple, he’s always in your space. privacy? what’s that?? never heard of her. he’s so clingy once you two get closer. he’s always gotta have an arm wrapped around your shoulder or waist whenever you’re with him (which is basically always). any free time you have will be filled with spending time with him, whether you’re hanging out with the group or it’s just the two of you.

♥︎ Billy immediately catches on to how obsessed Stu is with you, but he doesn’t really care (as long as you don’t get in the way of their plans, who’s he to come between ‘love’ right?). the others think it’s cute how much he likes you, not catching on to the dangerous obsessive side he has.

♥︎ I believe that Stu’s love language is gift-giving and acts of service. you two are at the local strip mall and he sees you eyeing something a little too long?? boom. it’s on your doorstep or in your locker the next day.

♥︎ I don’t see Stu is a very jealous yandere. he sees someone flirting with you, he doesn’t need to worry. you’re his and they don’t stand a chance with you (especially if they’re six feet under).

♥︎ but what happens when you start to like someone else? what happens when he sees you sparing longing looks at someone in your shared history class? when he sees you and that person laughing together in the halls and spending more time together?

♥︎ seeing you look at another person like that… he feels his heart sink. but that sadness and disappointment is quickly pushed to the side by annoyance. he plasters on a fake smile and saunters up to the two of you by your locker, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “hey, cutie.” he greets, looking down at you and not even sparing a glance at the person you were talking to. the person would get uncomfortable and mumble out something like “I’ll see you later…” before walking away.

before you can chastise Stu for being rude, he’s begging you to come over after school. and how could you say no to his big blue pleading puppy dog eyes? he pumps his fist victoriously with a goofy grin before the two of you head to your separate classes.

the drive to his place is… tense. you can sense something’s off with him, despite the smile on his face he’s clearly trying to hide. the car is silent, save for the soft music from the radio, until he speaks up. “so that person you were talking to earlier…” he starts. “you like them?” he asks, his voice neutrally casual.

“I guess…” you respond, shrugging lightly. you notice his knuckles are white from gripping the wheel tightly. neither of you say anything. you feel your heart nervously thump in your chest.

the hang out at his place is normal. you watch a few movies, play a card game, and order a pizza until he decides to take you home.

♥︎ their body was found in the lake the following Sunday.

♥︎ Stu holds you in his arms as you cry after you heard the news (trying to avoid pressing his boner up against you, getting harder from every sob that escapes your mouth. trying to restrain himself from pushing you onto your back and leaving wet kisses all over your pretty face. biting back how badly he wants to tell you how pretty you look when you cry).

♥︎ weeks later, when you seem to have calmed down from the death of your crush, he invites you over again. the credits to Texas Chainsaw Massacre had rolled around, you were leaning on the arm of the couch with your legs laid across his lap. as you silently watch the words scroll by on the screen, he leans down, pressing a kiss to your neck. he pauses when he feels your body jolt beneath him in surprise.

“what are you doing?” you ask. he doesn’t respond, only smirking before pressing a few more kisses to your neck. he experimentally nips at your skin, smirking when he hears your breath hitch. he won’t force himself onto you if you ask him to stop, starting to push at his shoulders in an attempt to push him off.

but he would definitely be disappointed. after all he’s done for you? after all he’s had to sacrifice??

“come on, cutie…” he’d whisper against your neck. “don’t you wanna feel good?” he’d almost giggle at the thought of having you.

♥︎ without any further protest, he’d continue kissing your neck, sucking hickeys onto your flesh for everyone to see who you belong to. he’d rip your pants and underwear off, nearly tearing the fabric in the process (he’d give you a half-assed apology later if he had to). the clothing would barely be at your knees before he’s diving head-first into your crotch, licking and sucking every inch he can, moaning around you whenever your breath hitches and you lightly tug on his hair.

“you like that?” he’d grin devilishly against your sensitive flesh, giggling when you’d jolt and whimper from the intense pleasure. he’d hold your thighs down once you start squirming from over stimulation, and there’s not a snowballs chance in hell you’re breaking loose unless he wants you to because that man is strong. he’d find it cute how you whine and kick you legs as you beg him to stop or slow down. but he doesn’t. because you want to make him happy, right??

♥︎ by the time he finally pulled away from you, he had ripped three orgasms from you, his chin and your thighs covered in your fluids and his spit.

♥︎ but don’t think he’s done!! not one bit. he gave you plenty of pleasure, so it’s only fair you do the same right??

♥︎ he’ll slide himself inside you, not deterred by the pained whines you let out from your oversensitivity. he has a high stamina, and can give you at least three more orgasms before he cums inside of you, moaning into your ear or against your lips.

then he’d cuddle back up next to you once he’s done and fall asleep with you wrapped in his arms<3

♥︎ if you thought he was clingy before you had sex, oh boy you’re in for a treat. autonomy?? never heard of her.

after classes? he’s right outside the door the second the bell rings (because of course he’s memorized your schedule). oh, you need to take a shower? he’s sitting on the toilet lid, waiting for you to finish up while he talks your ear off about anything and everything (on the off chance he doesn’t just join you in the shower, hogging all the water). basically, you’ll never get a moment of privacy.

♥︎ I don’t think he would be the type to kidnap you unless you tried to break up with him. he’s so unserious about it too. like you better be talking about a kitkat bar because he doesn’t know anything about any “breaks.” it’d be easy for him to kidnap you too. he knows everything about you, so he’d know the perfect time and place for it. and it’s not like his parents are ever home. and you’d be happy living with him, right? he’s provided for you and taken care of you so far, right??

i hoped you liked this!! this was my first time writing head canons in this style so i hoped it turned out alright🧍

#🐈‍⬛ anon #yandere ghostface #scream x reader #stu macher x reader #yandere scream #stu macher #stu macher headcanons

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fluentmoviequoter · 1 year

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The Freak and The Princess (I)

Summary: Eddie lets you walk by during his rant in the cafeteria, stumped by your quietness and manners toward the town freak. He then decides to be the perfect gentlemen. [Part 1 of 5 depending on if anyone actually reads it.] 2k+ Words

Warnings: none! Just more fluff than a Pomeranian. There is also a very good chance Eddie is OOC but Imma risk it (if you get that reference, we should be friends).

A/N: (I'm terrified to do this.) This is the first thing that I've ever posted so constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated! I've been writing stories like this for years but have been too scared to post them for a variety of reasons, but I love writing and reading so if one person can get a little joy from this, then my goal is reached. I edited this and proofread it, but please point out any errors or things that you like! And please send requests; all the characters I write for are under my tag #characters! Hope you enjoy! :)

The Freak and The Princess

Part One: My Princess

Being as quiet as I am has its pros and cons.

Pros: I don’t get noticed often, can easily observe everything around me, and can escape my real life whenever I want.

Cons: when I do get noticed, it gets real.

I’ve lived in Hawkins since eighth grade. Now I’m a senior. I don’t have any consistent friends, although Steve Harrington came to be someone I knew I could trust and talk to after dealing with the Russians side by side last year. The only person I noticed for myself was Eddie Munson. He was a big, bad high schooler when I moved here, and I guess that hasn’t changed. Since he’s two years older than me, we’ve never talked or met, but I know who he is, and he’s one of the few people who can make me smile without even realizing I’m there.

I was walking through the cafeteria, trying to get outside away from all the noise and people, when I heard a voice I’d recognize anywhere say, “But as long as you’re into band, or... science. Or parties. Or A GAME WHERE YOU TOSS BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS!!”

I watched as he walked down the Hellfire lunch table, stopping at the end and responding to Jason’s comment with fake devil horns. He continued talking, jumping off the table and finishing. He stepped back, motioning for me and another girl ahead of me to walk by him.

“Thanks,” I whispered, smiling as I met his eye. I felt his eyes on me as I walked by, and I decided he was trying to figure out who I was. I waited in an empty classroom until most people cleared out before walking to my locker and gathering my things.

“Hey,” someone said beside me. I jumped slightly before turning to see Eddie leaning against the lockers and looking at me.

“Hi, Eddie,” I said quietly.

“You know my name?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Man, now I feel bad. Let me guess?”

I laughed lightly and nodded, closing my locker and picking up my bag.

“Marcie? No, that doesn’t fit. Kelsey? Too cheerleader-y. Princess?”

“That your final guess?” I smiled. He nodded, a proud look on his face. My watch beeped, and I pressed it to silence it.

“That’s my cue. See you around, Eddie!” I said, walking out the door.

“See ya, princess!” he called. I blushed, glad to have my back to him. The next day I went to school as usual; until lunch. I walked into the cafeteria, on my way through as always, when I felt someone walk up beside me.

“Hey, so I haven’t seen you around before and wanted to introduce myself. I’m Jason Carver.”

I kept walking, not talking to him. “What, I can’t even get a name? Pretty girl like you has to have a pretty name!” I was at the door when he grabbed my wrist, “Look, I get that you’re shy. All I’m asking for is a name, beautiful.”

He was surprisingly cordial, but I knew there had to be a catch.

I thought quickly, deciding to say, “Arwen.”

I pulled my hand from him and rushed outside. After my last class, I walked to my locker, hoping to see Eddie again, but soon my watch beeped, and I headed to work.

“Hey, kiddo, how was school?” Steve asked as I walked into Family Video and pulled my vest on. I shrugged and started stocking tapes. I heard the door open then close before Steve spoke to me again. “Something happen?” I shook my head no. “I’m gonna go check on Robin. I’ll be right back,” he said, moving past me quietly.

“Princess?” I heard from the other end of the aisle.

I looked over to see Eddie with two tapes in his hand. I smiled at him and quietly said, “Hi.”

“Fancy meeting you here. Should'a known The Hair got to you,” he smiled, standing closer to me.

“Take it easy, Munson,” Steve warned as he returned to the counter.

Eddie rolled his eyes, causing me to laugh lightly. His smile widened, and he held two movies from the new release pile. “Which one?” I gestured to The Goonies, watching as he nodded and slid the other back where he’d pulled it from.

“Didn’t see you at lunch today. You race through the cafeteria again?”

“Munson, leave her-“ Steve started before stopping when he heard me talking.

“Got corned by Carver and had to make a run for it,” I answered.

Steve jumped the counter, pointing at me as he rounded the corner into the aisle. “Did you just answer him?” Eddie and I nodded, Steve’s jaw dropping further. “How long have you two known each other?”

“Uh,” Eddie looked at his watch, “thirty-six hours.”

“And you’re already talking to him?” Steve asked incredulously. I shrugged in response, continuing what I was doing.

“She talk to you?” Eddie asked Steve.

“Yeah, but it took her a lot longer to start.”

“I just have a welcoming and calming persona.” I laughed, shaking my head. Eddie walked past me to check out the movie, still bickering with Steve. He turned to me as he walked out, waving.

“Let me know what you think,” I said, pointing to the tape with my chin.

“Absolutely. See you tomorrow, princess.”

“Did Eddie 'The Freak' Munson just call you ‘princess’?”

“Yeah. He didn’t know my name, so he started calling me that.”

“Why didn’t you tell him your name?”

“Couldn’t. I don’t mind though.” I fell silent again, ignoring Steve’s questions and comments. I went home a few hours later, finishing my homework and hoping to see Eddie again tomorrow.

I exited my fourth-period class, ready to sit by myself for lunch. I walked into the cafeteria, taking a new route the other way around to avoid Jason. I ended up closer to the Hellfire table, smiling as I saw Eddie in a heated conversation with the boys.

“Hey, beautiful,” Jason said, slinging an arm around my shoulders as he came up behind me.

I was too far from the door and knew I couldn’t speak more than a few words. I only had one choice. I shrugged his arm off me and made a beeline for the Hellfire Table. There was an open seat by Eddie, so I slid into it, looking at him as they all silenced, staring at me. I flitted my eyes toward Jason, who glared at me and Eddie. I was shrinking into myself, wanting the floor to swallow me, when I felt Eddie grab my hand, his thumb rubbing the back.

“Guys, this is my princess. Princess, these are the guys,” he said. Then leaned in and whispered, “I won’t let anything happen to you, ‘kay?”

I nodded, squeezing his hand slightly. Jason stormed off, and I breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t move to leave, choosing instead to silently listen to the guys talk about their new Hellfire campaign as I played with Eddie’s rings. Walking out of my last class, I saw someone leaning against the locker beside mine.

“Thanks for the help at lunch,” I said, walking by him and opening my locker.

“Anytime, princess. You working today?”

“No, I’m off the rest of the week. Scheduling error by my idiot boss, Keith.”

Eddie nodded. We both looked out the window when a loud crack of thunder sounded, and rain started pouring down.

“You have a ride?” Eddie asked, pushing off the locker as I closed mine.

“No, but I don’t live far.”

“Absolutely not. I’ll give you a ride.” He slipped his jacket off and laid it over my shoulders.

“Eddie, you don’t have to. It’s completely fine. I’ve walked home in the rain before.”

“A princess should never walk home. Let alone in the rain. As long as I’m here, it won’t happen again.” He extended his hand, “Milady.”

I placed my hand in his, our fingers interlacing as I said, “Why thank you, kind sir.” We ran to his van, and I gave him directions to my house. “See you tomorrow?” I asked, beginning to take his jacket off as he parked in my driveway.

“Of course. Keep the jacket, you still have to walk in.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I can pick you up in the morning if it’s still raining like the forecast said.”

“I’d really like that. Thanks for the ride, Eddie.”

“A pleasure, princess.”

I ran to my front porch, shaking the rain off and unlocking my front door. I waved to Eddie as he backed out, then went into the empty house. There was one more day, then solitude. At least I had Eddie and Steve to make the days more tolerable.

Eddie kept his promise, pulling up in front of my house as I stepped outside. I moved to return his jacket, but he shook his head, “That’s yours until it stops raining.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep. Have to keep my princess dry and warm.”

‘My princess.’ His princess.

We walked into school together before going our separate ways for classes. I walked into the lunchroom, setting my sights on the Hellfire table. I was just a few steps away when Jason stopped me, standing between me and the table.

“You have a lot of nerve ignoring me,” he said loudly. I saw Eddie pick his head up and look over, making eye contact with me over Jason’s shoulder. He stood up but didn’t move toward me, waiting.

“You gonna say anything? Can you even talk, Arwen?” I heard a few laughs before Jason continued, “What? Did The Freak sell your soul and your tongue to the devil?” I clenched my jaw, starting to see red. “Just a matter of time until he sacrifices you. Or worse,” he whispered. He backed up with an evil grin. Now everything was red.

“How do you know he hasn’t sacrificed your soul? Oh, that’s right, your head is so far up your butt you’d notice the extra room,” I responded quickly.

The whole cafeteria broke out into yells and clapping.

“What’d you just say to me?”

“I said to get your ears checked. Your ego seems to be clogging everything up.”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Not half the person you think you are.”

“If you want attention, baby, just come out and say it.”

I saw Eddie step toward us but gently shook my head, stopping him.

“Maybe I do want attention. But I promise I don’t want yours. So, if you’d be so kind as to move out of my way, I’d appreciate it.” He took a single step to the side. “Oh, and if you so much as look at me or any other member of Hellfire again, I will shove my foot up your butt until your heart stops. Got it?”

Jason nodded and rushed out of the room, everyone cheering again as I walked toward Eddie and grabbed his hand. He nodded, following me to an empty classroom.

“Why did I do that?” I groaned as I sat down, burying my face in my hands.

“Because you’re amazing.”

“Now people know who I am, and they’ll talk to me.”

“I’ll become your personal bodyguard. Nobody will be able to talk to my princess.”

The bell rang, and we reluctantly returned to classes, meeting by my locker at the end of the day.

“Let’s drop by Hellfire real quick.” We entered the room, and he dug through a box before pulling something out and turning around, unfurling one of the signature Hellfire Club t-shirts. “This should fit. You called yourself a member at lunch and we have a very strict policy regarding verbal agreements.”

“Oh, of course,” I smiled and slid it over my other shirt.

We stopped by Family Video to return Eddie’s tape, Steve’s eyes widening as we walked in together, asking, “What’s happening here?”

“Someone stuck it to Carver today, in front of the whole school,” Eddie smiled.

“Good job, babe,” Steve said as he began returning the movie, “How ya feelin'?”

“I’m ok,” I shrugged, “hoping this doesn’t lead to people trying to talk to me.”

“Well, keep hanging with this freak and it won’t be a problem.” Steve smirked at Eddie.

“Whatever, Hair.” Eddie playfully rolled his eyes. “Let’s go, princess.” He wrapped his arm around me, and I waved to Steve before walking toward the door.

“Take care of my girl,” Steve yelled.

“I’ll take care of MY princess,” Eddie yelled as the door closed.

A/N2: If you read this far, thank you so much! Please leave a comment or send me a message with any recommendations or requests (or if you're interested in more parts of this story). :)

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eupheme · 1 year

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— In Bloom

Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader

Rated E - 7.3k

Tags: sex pollen, dub-con because of sex pollen, pure pwp, mutual longing/pining/crushes, manipulation, touching, aphrodisiacs, spitting, mild oral fixation, fingering, oral sex, multiple orgasms, begging, PiV, cum eating, cum play

A/N: had a thought about polite and proper Alfred losing his filter, and wanted to see where it could go

When Alfred finds himself under the effect of a strange pollen at the hands of Poison Ivy, Bruce realizes your thinly-veiled crush might just be the balm that is needed.

A knock on your door in the middle of the night is never a good thing.

Especially when the one who is doing the knocking is none other than your employer - Bruce Wayne.

Bruce Wayne, who likes to sneak down to Applied Sciences steal your prototypes.

Bruce Wayne, who you’ve found like to dress up like a vigilante - using said prototypes.

Bruce Wayne, who has a butler that you have a massive, massive crush on.

You’re scrubbing a palm across your eyes as you stumble towards the door, where he’s still knocking. It has to be him - no one else would stop by unannounced so late like this.

“I’m coming,” You call through the door, as you work open the deadbolt - cracking the door open. “What are you doing here?”

“Speeding up a timeline.” Bruce says cryptically - pushing his way inside as soon as it’s wide enough.

A mark carved between his eyebrows, as he paces. Shadows under his eyes, the remnants of grease enhancing them.

“What do you mean?” Your back presses against the door, worry starting to flood through you.

A sigh, then. A hand, raking through his hair - pushing the dark strands back from his forehead.

“It’s… Alfred.”

You’re wide awake now, on high alert.

“What wrong with him?”

“There’s…” There’s the huff of a strained laugh, disbelieving, “Been a situation. I think you’re the only one that can help him.”

Your stomach feels like it’s dropped down your ankles. Confused by his appearance, his words, his laugh.

Feeling so out of place in your own home, struggling to understand in a way that feels so different than when he’s three steps ahead on a project.

“He needs someone to take care of him.” He says it delicately, with a matching grimace, “We don’t have much time.”

You’d do anything to help. But still unsure of what he means, exactly.

“Why me?”

Bruce sighs - frustrated, that you haven’t caught up. The brief eye contact breaking as his hands shove into his heavy, black jacket.

“I know he’s been seeing you.” He states, “Will you come, or not?”

It had your heart freezing in its place. A soft ringing in your ears as you stare at him.

Because he’s not exactly wrong.

You been spending time together. Tinkering on fixes for Bruce - his extra set of hands and extensive knowledge more than useful.

And you think… that there is something.

Something there in the quiet way that time passes during the night. Brushing fingers and shared music and quiet murmuring.

The low timber of Alfred’s voice - murmuring praise when you work through an issue together.

That’s good. Smart girl.

A look that passes between you, when you see him off from the lab. The way he lingers, the way you can’t help but lean in.

The way you’re almost certain he’d been thinking about kissing you, just the day before.

But you never dreamed that anyone else would know.

Your words sound muted, as you ignore his question to ask your own, “How do you know that?”

“When I send him out to see you, he comes home whistling.”

Your cheeks feel like they’re burning, “So?”

“It means he’s happy. He hasn’t been in a long time.” Bruce sighs, his foot tapping, “And I’d like to keep him that way and not dead, or worse. So I’ll ask you again - will you come?”

“Wait.” You squeak, “Dead?”

A shoulder lifts, and then drops.

He tells you what happened.

The signal in the sky, his rush to the lab downtown only to find Poison Ivy already clearing it out. Dealing with her - only for Alfred to find a single, ruby-red petal in the car, when he had arrived back at the Tower. Unsticking from a cape where it had been carefully placed, a trap meant for Bruce.

One that had dissolved into a fine powder the second he picked it up. Coating his fingers and inhaled as he had coughed.

Flooding through his system, as he has swayed - Bruce guiding him up to his room to rest. To plan.

“I’m still figuring it out. I was able to save some of the powder to process.” He tells you, “So far, it’s been identified as an aphrodisiac.“

An aphrodisiac. The word rattles around in your brain, nudging at memories of a biology class - a heat rising to your cheeks.

“When I left, his heart rate was high. A rising fever, and he mentioned pain.” He rattles them off, pulling up an app on his phone, showing the readouts, “I don’t want to sedate him unless I have to.”

You can see it on the screen - the too-high heartbeat. The body temperature that ticks up a fraction of a degree, right in front of you.

There’s an uncomfortable pause, before he adds, “If it’s a biological effect, then I thought it could be eased. Naturally.”

So that is what he had meant, when he said taking care of. How it has to be you.

Bruce’s grimace tells you that you’re in the right track, as he watches you process.

“Okay.” Worry and something else - something warm and syrupy - swirl together in your chest.

“I’ll… I’ll help him.”

Your knuckles rap against the tall, heavy door. A thin silver disk shoved into the pocket of your sleep shorts - as you try not to think about it.

A fail safe, just in case. Press it if something goes wrong, and Bruce will come.

No answer comes, and your fingers curl around the handle. Unlocked, as they slowly twist, as you nudge open the door.

You’re not expecting Alfred to look furious, when you slip through the doorway. Shutting the door behind you firmly, resisting the urge to lock it.

There’s a strained look about him, clenched teeth and a pinched brow. Still a picture of elegance, even now. His hair still damp from a cleansing shower, neatly combed back.

Still slipping into dark trousers and a crisp white shirt afterwards - the buttons loosened at his throat, exposing skin.

A low curse hissed though his teeth - one that you’ve only hear him use the time you’d sliced your finger open while working together.

“It’s okay,” You’re telling him, placatingly. Moving towards him, where he’s sprung up from the bed.

A better idea of what you might need to do - the thought like a flame in your chest, creeping up to your ears. Too late to turn back, now that you know how dire the situation was.

Not that you wanted to.

Not that you would.

“I want you to turn around, and go back through that door.” Alfred all but growls - stepping further away from you.

Back against the side table, then over to the desk, tucked against the wall. A rattle of metal and wood, as he grasps at the edge.

“I’m here to help you.” You frown, still moving closer.

He’s started to eye the open doorway to the left - leading to the en-suite. Wordlessly you shift in front of it to block him, as something flickers across his flushed face.

Before his eyes close - his jaw ticks.

“You’re here because Bruce asked you to be.” He manages, “I’m not going to let you make a mistake.”

That has you halting, your hands moving to brace against your hips.

“He wants to help you.”

Alfred’s head shakes minutely.

“He’s trying to solve a problem. He’s pragmatic, and he’s compromised by emotion,” The words are labored, and from the closer distance you can see the shine of those bright, blue eyes. Can smell him, even - clean linen and cologne barely masking the scent of him.

“He doesn’t care about using you.” He insists, “But I won’t let that happen. Not even if…”

Alfred trembles, his hand tightening against the chair that he’s backed himself against, “Even if I wish for it. Desperately.”

The words linger like his scent, wrapping around you. Bruce’s comment making more sense, as something seems to bloom in your own chest at his admission.

Speeding up a timeline.

That maybe, you were right. About that something that sparks between the two of you.

The way he leaned last time - how your face had tipped up. Wishing and hoping, before the shrill rhythm of the ringtone had him stepping back.

Retreating.

“Is it the pollen, that has you saying that?”

You need to know.

The frown softens, as he sighs.

“It weaponizes desire. It pushes those feelings up to the surface, and renders you incapable of any other thought.” He tells you.

“But, they are mine.”

The tension in the room is palpable. The heave of his chest as he find himself unable to push himself further away.

As you step closer, and then closer. Your own heart in your throat and desire sparking to life and curling in your belly.

Trying desperately not to look down, to there the fabric pulls tight on his trousers. The hand that unconsciously cups himself, to ease some of that ache.

“Let me help you.” You beg.

He makes a low sound in his throat. The smallest shake of his head.

Still resisting, still so put-together. Utterly convinced that he’s cornered you into something you will regret.

Your tongue wets your lips and his eyes drop greedily. Longingly.

“Bruce said…” You begin, trying to explain, “He said it would hurt, if you couldn’t. That you might…”

You skip the words. Swallowing them down with a shake of your head, “I won’t let that happen.”

His chin juts forward, “If that’s what I must do to protect you-”

That has your teeth clenching as you move closer. Stopping just in front of him, as his fingers grasp at the chair, knuckles going white. All those years of self-control still clinging to him, even as his eyes widen.

“I thought I was your smart girl?” You ask him, watching how he shudders at that. Panic starting to flutter at his words, what he seems to be willing to do.

How his eyes seem to darken then, lips parting as he inhales.

“You are.” He rasps.

Slowly, you reach out towards him. How he stiffens, as your hands hover - just for a second, before cupping his jaw. The bristles of his beard tickling against your palm as he leans into your touch, his eyes closing.

“Then trust me.” You coax. His look is sharp when they open, “I wanted you to kiss me. I want you. I always have. I know this isn’t what I imagined, but you can’t leave me-”

He can’t. Not Alfred.

Alfred, who comes by just to check on you. Who makes sure you remember to eat. Who smiles, when he sees you. That soft voice humming along to the music you pick, as those hours pass. Exchanging quiet confessions at night, that no one else knows.

Who you look forward to seeing, more than anyone else.

Who you are so certain you were in love with, if the prospect wasn’t so goddamn terrifying.

You’re still pleading, as he lets go.

Leaning into the desire like he leant into your touch. Halting your words as his head tilts, his nose skimming against your cheek before his mouth is pressing hungrily against yours.

Your hand drops from his jaw to press against his neck. His heart thudding against your palm as it wraps around, fingers brushing the shorn-short hair.

The kiss soft for only a second, before it turns searing. An arm curling around your side, the hand pressed between your shoulder blades. He groans into your mouth before he’s tracing the seam of your lips, as his other hand grasps at your hip.

Drawing you in, as your own moan buzzes in your throat. Parting eagerly for him, as his tongue strokes yours, then licks into your mouth. It’s easy then, to spin you around.

Your shoulders knocking against that high-backed chair, as he steps into you. His body melding to yours, as he helplessly grinds himself against you. Rocking the hard curve where he strains - rutting himself against your hip, the kiss breaking so he can inhale a sharp breath.

“My smart girl.” He groans, his voice like gravel. Fingers pinching, as his cheek presses against yours, “Figuring out how to fix me.”

“I will,” You promise. Breathless, as your heart hammers in your chest, thudding between your thighs, “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

His grip tightens, hips jerking forward and grinding into the curve where your hip meets thigh, “I know, darling. Know you will-”

“Let me take you to bed,” You coax, shoved between him and the back of the chair. “Come on, baby.”

You don’t know where that soft name comes from. Pushed out from your heart, affection melding with worry and desire. But he shivers when you say it - needing the tenderness, the gentle direction.

Not used to either. Helpless, against it.

Reluctantly stepping back as your reach for his hand. Large and warm in yours as you cross that short distance. A nudge to his shoulders has his back pressing against the mattress - scooting up to headboard as you follow.

Stern eyes softened and fixed on yours, pupils blown wide with the pollen. Half-pushed up on elbows, the unbuttoned shirt pulling open at his chest, watching as you kneel next to him. Shrugging off your jacket - draping it over the divan at the foot of the bed.

As his hands find you, like before. Catching you before you’re settled - gasping with surprise as they slide under a knee and around your waist and hoisting you onto his lap.

The part of your thighs framing where he’s aching, a rumbling groan as your weight settles on him. As your hands splay across his chest, knees pressing into the mattress.

His eyes dragging over you then, as if you were something precious. A priceless piece of art.

As if you were dressed in something other than your pajamas- an oversized Wayne Enterprises t-shirt, patterned sleep shorts.

Not wasting time to change, as you followed Bruce down to his car. Grabbing your jacket, and not much else.

His fingers reach out, skimming from knee to thigh. A finger toying with the hem of your shorts, tracing against your skin.

“You look beautiful,” He tells you, voice strained as his other palm presses flat against his abdomen. Teeth gritting as he suppressed a groan - a red-hot cramp in his guts.

He’d endure it, if he had to. It would be nothing, compared to what he’s had to before.

But that was before you had arrived, before things had turned so complicated and so crystal clear, all at once.

Your face twists with worry, a hand covering his and squeezing. The other hovering where his splay wide to press against his shirt.

“H-Have you tried?” You venture, feeling embarrassed at having to voice your question. Shy, in spite of everything.

His hand is hot in yours. A sign of his body working overtime to fight off the effects. Something that Bruce said will lead to his ruin.

“In the shower.” Alfred managed, an intake of air hissed through his teeth. An upward flex of his hips, into the air as he remembers.

Working his fist over, again and again. Thinking about you even then, shame burning as bright as the fever.

“It didn’t work. I couldn’t-”

The words die off. Teeth grit as his muscles string tight, sweat dotting across his brow.

You swallow, trying not to picture it. Trying to resist the urge to shift forward - trying to stay focused on him, to fix this like you said you would.

“Do you want to try again?” It comes out as a waver, and you have to clear your throat, “I could kiss you. Or…”

The burn in your cheeks rival his - your eyes dropping to the neat line of buttons.

He huffs a laugh, despite it all. Humor twisting into the pain, “Or you’ll give me a hand, darling?”

You want to tell him you would. That you’d do anything, for him. Bruce could have called you for any reason - you would have come.

Instead, you lean down to kiss him. How he relaxes when there’s something to take the edge off the pain. Catching the hands that roam across your hips, dragging one down to where he strains.

You’ll keep you eyes shut. You’ll be good.

His gasp is swallowed by the press of your mouth. Shifting in his lap as he works the button open on his trousers. Shoving down the elastic waistband to free himself.

Your tongue traces his lower lip. His free hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, to hold you there - hovering over him. Feeling the jerk of a fist between your thighs, how his body moves as he flexes into the touch.

Trying to quell the fire that burns in his veins. That’s only seemed to become hotter since you’ve arrived. Desire twisting into his guts like a knife, making his own touch feel slow and muted.

Not nearly enough.

Frustration tinges his low groan, as his hips jerk angrily into his fist.

“I can’t. I need you, please-” He pants in your mouth, and in desperation - your hand covers his.

The kiss breaking as his moan turns sharp, as you glance down between you. To where he curves, thick and leaking above coarse, grey-flecked curls. The tip flushed red and glossy.

His hand loosens to make room for yours. Achingly hard and hot in your grip, as you mimic his strokes.

Letting go for just a second as he whines, saliva swirling on your tongue before you’re lifting off him. Settling next to him on the bed as your head dips, catching the spit on your palm before you’re slicking up further. Each jerk of your fist loud and filthy in the quiet room.

Concentrating on the pressure and your rhythm as you stroke him, risking a sideways glance up to see him watching - a flex of his hips into your fist when your eyes meet.

You’re sure yours look worried, “Does this feel good?”

The hand on his stomach drops to the bed, twisting in the sheet.

“Darling.” He rasps - his eyes drifting shut then, as your other hand comes to cup him. “I can’t tell you how many nights I’ve wished it was your hand instead of my own.”

His words make you throb, his cock jerking with this admission. Unsure if you can keep up the pace he needs, as your head dips again to give him more.

The pink point of your tongue tracing the seam of his sack. Swollen and heavy as he snarls, his hand coming to cup the back of your head.

“Oh god, please-”

Guiding you to his cock, as he begs for you to take him into your mouth. Tasting like salt and skin as he inches inside, thigh muscles jerking under your hands as he resists the urge to bury himself in your throat.

Sucking on the tip before you take him further. Rising up on yours knees for better leverage, leaning over him with a hand braced against a thick thigh.

Bobbing your head as your take him deep, and then deeper. Swallowing him down until your eyes are pricking with tears from the effort. Leaving his cock slick and messy with spit, as the muscles in his abdomen flex.

“You feel so goddamn good, sweetheart.” He moans, unable to help his words or the shallow thrusts now. Pumping himself into your mouth as your hand slips across what won’t fit. “B-Better than I ever imagined.”

His breathing now short, labored. Fixed on watching your lips stretch around - struggling to take him. Catching the press of your thighs as you squeeze them together, your panties close to soaked through already.

His fingers drift. Up your knee again, the soft skin of your inner thigh.

Your hand pumps and pumps as your eyes flutter shut. Buzzing groans that travel down the flushed shaft to where his sack pulls tight - so close to the release he’s been aching for.

The groan pitching low and long when his fingers pet against the seam of your sleep shorts. A little buck of your hips into his hand as his fingers press the fabric against your clit.

Pulling back to slip beneath - meeting soaked, hot flesh.

You pull off him long enough to croak his name, as his fingers circle the tight bud. The jerk of your fist tight as his ministrations start to waver, his attention splintering.

“Darling, fuck-” He grits out, with the rise and fall of his chest. “Keep going, just like that. You have me so close-”

Unable to help watching his face as you stroke him. Slick pumps as his hand clutches at the sheets, the soft “oh-” of his breath coming shorter and louder.

Your head ducks, then. Taking him into your mouth as he shatters. Growling out your name as he floods your tongue with each heady pulse of his cock, almost choking as you swallow him down.

Coming hard, with his fingers still pressed against your pussy. With only thoughts of you in his mind, some of that haziness worked out of his system.

Alfred doesn’t pull away, as that tightness loosens - as he relaxes back onto the mattress. Instead, his fingers trace down.

One teasing as your opening. Waiting until your soft “yes, please” before it’s sinking inside. Fucking you with it, never leaving you wanting for anything.

A steady pump of his finger - before a second dips along your entrance, fitting in with the first. A messy swipe of his thumb against the bead of your clit, as both press deep into you.

Groaning, as you find yourself relaxing against him. A hand still wrapped around his half-swollen cock. The pollen still flooding his system, the sharp edge just barely tempered.

“I-I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

The protest is weak. Your words not nearly as effective when you’re rocking back to meet the wet press of his fingers as you moan - cheek pressed into the whorls of salt-and-pepper hair blanketing his chest.

He hums, low and rumbling. The hand not buried in you slipping against your cheek, tilting your face up to his.

“You are, darling. God, you are.” He encourages - rough and low and earnest, “The only thing better would be if you were sitting on my face.”

A second, as he amends it, “Or, my cock.”

His fingers press deep, and you keen. Mimicking how he’d do it, curling the tips until he’s stroking a spot that as you seeing stars.

You’ve thought about his hands before.

Ever-steady and strong - scars littering his knuckles that made you wish you knew the stories behind. Tapping fingers against the table as he thinks.

Knocking against yours when you both rushed to grab a component, during the triumph of a breakthrough.

Skillful, in the way that has you jealous. Manipulating parts with dexterous fingers. Never thinking about how they could ruin you but now - you don’t know how you could have missed it.

How you’ll never be able to think of anything else, now.

The hand at your cheek twists until his thumb can press against your lower lip. You part them for him, letting it press against teeth and tongue. Lips closing around him - sucking, as your eyes roll shut, as that sweet pressure begins to bloom and swell.

“Christ I want to fuck you.”

The messy pump of his hand grows louder, slapping now against your skin. The thrust of his fingers turning fast and unrelenting, pounding and pounding against that spot.

The knot in your stomach winding tighter, tighter, tighter. Teeth grazing and pinching his thumb as you groan, but his fingers just curl around your chin to keep your head steady.

“I could make you feel so good, love.”

You’re nodding - too far gone to protest. Rocking back to meet him, your lips releasing him so you can beg.

“Please,” You whine, “Want you to.”

His fingers stroke your cheek, then - hearing the rumble of his words under your ear as it presses to his chest, washing over you.

Fully hard in your hand now. Slick and flushed like before, as your fingers stretch to encircle him. A shallow buck of his hips to ease the friction, as he warns you.

“If I fuck you, I won’t want to stop. I’ll want you like this, every day. Do you understand?”

Your answer is no more than a ragged groan. Panting and open-mouthed, as he drags you closer and closer to a blinding release.

There’s pressure on your jaw, as he tilts your face up to his. His expression wanting and lips-parted as he waits desperately for your answer.

“Tell me you that you want this.” His voice goes low - each word pointed, “That you need it.”

A little bit of clarity, coming back with the release you swallowed down so willingly. Feeling more himself in his own head, even as that pressure begins to swell in his belly. As that sharp wave of desire crashes against him, again.

Needing to hear it. Almost as much as the need to follow through with his words - burying himself deep in you.

Your voice trembles on your answer, “Yes. Please-”

He groans through gritted teeth, his words labored. Thick in your hand, a small thrust as he holds himself back.

“And what do you need, darling?”

It’s so close you can taste it. The tightness building in your guts, turning your brain to a buzzing haze. Each slick pump of his fingers sending a skittering jolt down your spine.

“I need your cock.” You whine, “I need to come, Alfred. I need you-”

His hum is pleased, each thrust of his fingers sends his thumb across your clit. The rhythm steady and almost overwhelming as he pounds against the spongey spot within your tight, clenching walls.

“And I need you to come so I can fuck you properly.” He husks, as the swipe of his thumb sends you toppling over the edge, “Come for me, sweetheart.”

It feels like your heart stops, for a second. A shaky gasp of breath, before the pleasure floods through you in bright, pulsing beats.

Moaning something that feels like words - “oh god, oh my god-” into the crook of his neck as his arm wraps around you, pulling you close. But it could just be warbled sounds, to your muted ears.

His fingers slow, but they’re still pressing in you. Drawing it out, as they become wetter with your release - louder.

“Look at you, soaking my fingers.” He murmured with approval, feeling how you drip down them, damping his palm, “Christ, I wish you making a mess on my cock instead.”

A chaste kiss pressed to the side of your head, as you come back to yourself. Feeling flushed and dizzy with pleasure as your lips brush his.

His hand eases from you, to wrap around his length. Smearing yourself on him, making him throb - that ache fully back.

“Turn around for me, darling.” He demands, his eyes heavy-lidded and wanting, “Hands and knees, now.

You peek up at him as you nod. Pulling back, tugging the layers of your top off. Leaving you bare, his eyes dragging over the soft weight of your breasts, the tight peaks that he fully intends to touch later, to taste.

“Leave those on.” He growls - as your fingers hook in the waistband of your shorts. As his own work at his shirt and trousers, “I want to take them off you myself.”

His words make you shiver, a slow dance as the mattress dips. As you shift around each other - you stretching out like a cat in front of him, a sway of your ass in the air as you push up onto your knees.

The way his spread, strong and sturdy as his hips fit against your soft curves. The brush of his length against your thigh, hanging heavy.

Fingers that move faster, rougher, than he wants to. A sharp tug as they curl around the waistband and pull - pushing them down your thighs, leaving the layers to pool around your knees.

Pressing into soft flesh, then. Cupping the curves of your ass as his fingers sink in, as he tugs you open for him to see.

“Mm. Look at how wet you are.” He groans, the touch of a his thumb against your slit. Pressing against your entrance, seeing how you swallow the tip - clenching around it, “Such a pretty little pussy.”

That path between his mind and his mouth - his filter, that enduring and ever-lasting politeness - was severed, some time ago.

Replacing propriety and inhibition with baser needs. Urges that he would deny he had, on another night. Swallowing down those words that slide from a silver tongue that doesn’t quite feel like his.

Even if the thoughts are, deep down.

You’re pushing back into him, breaking this brief moment of reverie. Desperate and needy in a way that has you half-wondering if you’ve been affected yourself, in some way.

Absorbing some of the pollen, with your joining.

Or is it just the weeks of desire - crashing over you like a wave against the shore? Utterly pulling you under and surrounding your every thought, until you’re drowning in them?

He angles himself against you. Sliding against your core, then up, with the curve of his cock. Against tight and sensitive skin that has you peeking over your shoulder, still trusting.

Taking him in, then. Strong shoulders, a smattering of hair you had pressed your face against. Marks against his skin of scars long healed - across his ribs, curling around a shoulder.

A tapered waist. Flicking back up to those blue eyes. A furrowed brow as he concentrates, a face you know well. One that sends your heart tripping over itself as it threatens to beat out of your chest.

“Are you-?” He asks, unsure of how to word it. Lips parted in a pant, that pressure against his chest coming back.

“Yes,” You arch against him - knowing what he’s asking, the way he’s holding himself back, “I’m protected. Baby, please-”

“Fuck.” Alfred grits through clenched teeth.

He’s imagined you begging before. Late at night, when he’s alone - with desperate jerks his fist. Never imagining he’d hear it, sighed so prettily through your lips.

Angling himself down, as your eyes close. A sharp intake of breath as the fat head of his cock sinks into you. Stretching you out even with your orgasm - your breath caught in your throat as his hands grasp at your waist, tugging you back.

Seating him fully into you, with a low groan. Already inching back so he can rock into you, starting shallow - each one pulling back a little more, pressing deeper.

“So tight,” He moans - a hand sliding down your back, “So perfect, oh-”

Losing himself in the relief. In the heat of your pussy, unable to help grinding himself as a hand curls against the juncture of your thigh. Gripping on as he starts to fuck himself harder into you - your fingers twisting into the sheets, gasping at how much he fills you.

The hand against your back presses down. You arch more, as your cheek rests against the mattress. The discarded shirt nudging against the stiff peaks of your nipples with each of his rough thrusts, sparking pleasure down your spine.

“Feel so good,” You manage, all but drooling. Groaning into the sheets as you rock back to meet him, the best you can.

The slap of skin is louder, wetter than his fingers. Your breath growing short as his cock ghosts against the spot his fingers pounded against. Twin groans as your arm twists around, so your fingers can slip between your thighs.

“I want to fuck you all day. Four, five times.” He breathes. Eyes dropping to watch the way he disappears into you, how you take him so perfectly, “Keep you right here beneath me. Leave you covered in me each night.”

Unrealistic as it is, the rasp of his voice - his words - do something to you. Your fingers pressing intently against your clit. A soft, groaning gasp with each sharp punch, breaking your pleasure out of the plateau, sending it higher.

Clenching down around him, fueled by the groans and sweet praise that he gives so freely. It has you wondering if he’s always this generous. A twisted hope that just maybe, on another night, you might get the chance to find out.

Wishing that the root of his desire won’t slip away at the end, with the rest. That he’ll still want you.

It’s almost pathetic how close you are already easy, your fingers circling just a little harder, a little faster.

“Christ, I can feel you,” He sighs, each word drawn out, released with the stroke of his cock, “I’m not going to last, love.”

You almost miss it, with the way your heart thuds in your ears. But the little word is the beginning of your undoing - your own tiny warble as your muscles string tight.

“Don’t stop,” You whine, as he shifts - pressing more of his weight against your back as he archs over you.

The angle changing just a bit, until he’s nudging that spongy spot that has tears springing to your eyes with how good it feels.

“Fuck, baby. Please don’t stop, please-”

His lips press against your shoulder, your neck - the hand at your hip planting near your shoulder for leverage. Teeth grazing skin as he keeps going, just like you begged.

Giving it to you, until you’re reaching for him. Your fingers wrapping around his as you come, the rock of his hips slowing so he can feel how you pulse around him. How you sob his name into the sheets with little bucks of your hips, riding it out until you’re loose-limbed and content - hazy, in your afterglow.

Never fully stopping the way he presses into you. Rolling and rutting as your tight grip loosens, though your hand stays trapped in his. His mouth pressing against your neck, then higher.

“Please tell me I can come in you,” His groan is filthy in your ear, “Tell me you’ll take it.”

The rough timber of his voice, the thought, as your own thoughts flowing freely.

“Please. I’ll take it,” You beg, “I need you to come in me.”

The hand on your back shifts, sliding beneath and flattening against your belly. Keeping you pressed flush against him as your begging tips him over.

You hadn’t watched, earlier. Eyes fluttering closed, concentrating on swallowing him down. Your head tilts to look, now.

Catching a clenched jaw, the scrape of his beard against your cheek. A breath pulled through those teeth before he groans your name, sounding so pretty to your ears.

Feeling the throb of his cock as he comes - the rock of his hips with each pulse. Warmth flooding inside you as he nudges it deeper.

Notching himself deep, as he relaxes. A soft sigh as his nose ghost the curve of your neck, his weight pressing you prone. Welcome, as you stretch out beneath him.

Your head tilts, smiling. His own matching, as lips start to brush. Starting soft and slowly growing needier as the minutes pass by, his cock still hard where it sits in you.

Gently easing himself out, hands coming to your waist, flipping you over. Peeling the shorts and panties from your ankles, dropping them off the edge of the bed.

Kneeling between spread thighs as his eyes drag down. Fingers tracing after - against your collarbones, your tits. Cupping and pinching as his tongue follows.

A little shift of your hips. More than satisfied, but unable to help the little flame that sparkle to life as he kisses the curves of your breasts. Then, going lower.

Shifting back on the bed, a thumb slipping over your folds. Smearing his cum against your skin, where it’s dripped down the curve of your thigh.

“May I taste you?” He’s asking, as you push yourself up on your elbows.

Wide-eyed with want, as you go to move - to clean up. His hands pressing into your hips, holding you there.

“L-like this?” You squeak, and his nod is slow, severe.

“Like this.” He tells you, simply.

You nod, leaning back against the pillows. A gasp when his tongue swirls against your skin, as he groans. Tasting his spend mixing with the salty tang of your cunt, the tip tracing from your entrance to the tight bud of your clit.

Alfred wishes that his veins weren’t still so pumped full of pollen. That his mind wasn’t fractured between want and need.

On another night, he’d take his time. Enjoy the way his fingers sunk into you - seeing how many you could take. Slowly drawing it out as his tongue teases, until your thighs are closing around him.

Until you’re begging.

Tonight, he can barely concentrate. Eyes closed as he tries to focus on your taste and not the unrelenting fire that scorches his insides. More than aware of the heat that beads at his forehead. The rapid thudding of his heart.

It’s eased, some. But it’s not enough.

You buck against his mouth. The soft, wet brush of his tongue, the way he looks - arms hooked around your thighs, strands of slicked-back hair breaking free and curling - has you insatiable.

The soft “please” is all it takes to sever his attention, blown-wide eyes lifting - finding yours. A hand passing over his jaw, smearing your slick across his beard, as he rises again.

Pulling your thighs up over his. Spreading them with strong hands, as he works himself inside you again.

Your back arching as he does, lifting off the mattress.

It’s an easier fit, this time. Still slick, as he pushes himself deep. Legs twitching in his grasp, trying to latch around his waist.

A gentle nudge, a stern look.

“Keep your legs open for me, darling.”

They fall open, for him.

You’ve never had it like this. So full as he starts fucking you again, pushing his cum out with each thrust. Coating his cock and starting to drip down your thighs.

He groans at the sight - the way he looks as you take him, again and again. The sentiments softer this time, as your soft moans fill the air.

“I want to take you out.” He rasps, eyes still locked on the way he shines with you, with his own spend, “Make you breakfast, after I’ve fucked you in my bed.”

Eyes finally meeting yours, his fingers tracing where you’re stretched wide around him. His voice dropping low, “After I’ve made all your pretty little holes mine.”

You whimper at the thought. How easily you agree, with a little nod of you head, “Yours.”

Eyes trapped in a loop from the pretty twist of his snarl - all furrowed eyebrows and concentration- down to his chest, trailing further.

Hips tilted just enough so you can see. The peek of his cock before the impact of his thrust, how it bounces you against the mattress. Making that need return, the build of something hot and twisting, low in your belly.

This time, he does it himself.

Gently batting your fingers away when they drift down. Sliding his own across your thighs, sticky and slick when they com back to press against your clit.

Building you up, and up, and up.

That ache quelled, like this. Enough where he can slow down, when he’s buried it you.

Your breathy gasps making his other hand clench against the fat of your hip, trying to keep his movements steady.

Cooing soft encouragement, as he feels the way you clench around him again.

“Make a mess for me, darling. It’s okay.”

That edge, creeping back as you moan his name, “Fuck, I want you to. Come on-”

You shatter. Stomach clenching at that pleasure ripples through you. Softer this time, coaxed from you instead of wrenched. The relief washing over sweat-dewed skin and wrapping around you.

He follows, soon after. With hands that tug you against him, meeting the lazy rock of your hips. Finding his own pleasure in yours - head tilted back as he stifles a sharp groan, pressing himself deep as he comes.

A silence settling, then.

Your arms rests over your face - teeth pressing into your lip as you grin. Chest heaving with your breath, his hands planted on either side of your hips.

That heavy fog of want almost gone now, the pollen leeched from his system. Still lingering on the edges of his mind - as his hand comes to cup himself.

Wanting it over with. Wanting to end this night with you with just himself in his head.

A twinge of overstimulation, fighting through it as his fingers wrap around his shaft. Slick and streaked with cum as he finishes himself, one more time.

His thumb smoothing across your thigh, as your arm drops. Feeling vouyeristic as you peek at him, now - the flex of his arm, of his chest.

“I know you’re tired darling.” He soothes, when his eyes pull from the place where he’s fucked you open and dripping, “Stay like that, just once more.”

Sleepy and slated, you nod - his fingers dipping down to collect more of the mess, before spreading it on his cock.

Your hand finds his and drags it up to your chest, letting him cup your skin. Ghosting over your hips and curves, his touch reverent.

Watching greedily this time, as his brows pull together. More in his head than ever, the night replaying in his mind. Your soft words and touch and how you came here, just for him.

How he hopes he can make it to you. That you’ll won’t run as soon as the night is over.

Affection swells, and then bursts. A throaty groan as he spills across his knuckles, dripping down to where he holds himself against your pussy.

Covering puffy folds with white streaks of his release, marking you in a way that burns into his chest, sears into his memory.

Coming back to himself, fully - then.

Relief brimming as he watches how you smile. Looking at home in his bed, your arms opening for him as he slowly bends, relaxes.

Needing you, thought not like before.

Needing your touch, as your arms curl around him. A tenderness, breathed out against your neck. One he doesn’t have to give, though he feels like he must.

“Thank you, darling.”

The heat of the water eases the pleasurable ache in your thighs, the space between them. A gentle swipe of a cloth as he wipes you clean, as your back presses into his chest.

Content to let your head lull against his shoulder, your hands wandering to massage his thighs, where the muscles pull tight from overuse.

Taking just another moment alone, before you fetch that little silver button in your shorts. Knowing that Bruce is waiting - worried - despite what Alfred said.

“So,” You’re the first to break the silence, “Were you serious about breakfast?”

Thinking back to what he said, in the heat of the moment. The late night hours spilling into a soft grey sky that promises a clear, beautiful morning.

A second of silence, before the words rumble in his chest, “If you’ll have me.”

His hand curling around you, possessive and comforting.

“Maybe Bruce was right. That this just sped things up.” Your fingers leave his thigh to float on the water, sending ripples across the surface.

Your confession quiet in the large room, “I meant it, when I said I wanted you.”

The grip on you tightens, his filter fully back in place. Stealing his words and his tongue, after all that has happened.

“Alright, breakfast.” He manages, “I’m yours.”

A small grin, as you tilt your head to peek at him. Seeing only affection in his eyes, and you think you understand.

Your voice pitches low, “And, what about the rest?”

The rest of what he had said. He groans at the reminder, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

“That too.” A huff of a laugh, his thumb brushing against skin, “Though we might need to wait, at least a little bit.”

Then, growing serious, “I know we skipped some steps darling. But I meant it, as well.”

His hand find yours - fingers entwining. Squeezing.

“I want you. I want to do this properly. Dates, flowers, everything.” A moment, as he considers, amends, “Though perhaps… no roses. At least, not for a little while.”

“Alright,” You smile, settling back down against him. The water sloshing over the edge, but at the moment - you’re both too tired to care.

“No roses.”

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Take me home (Conrad Fisher x Y/n)

Summary: Con picks Y/n up in the middle of the night after ignoring her for weeks and takes her to the beach house.

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, drinking, drunk driving, arguing, cancer, death, sadness

Words: 8.9K

(Not my GIF :) )

I wasn’t nervous when he called me, we had spoken since summer, for a few weeks before he completely shut me out, so I just wasn’t expecting it.

It was twelve in the morning when his name appeared on the screen.

“Connie 💓”

The pink heart signifying confusion, on the last night of summer we camped at the beach, just the two of us, he had an argument with his dad but didn’t want to leave Cousins on a bad note, none of us ever did. So he just took what he needed and set off. I wanted to follow him, but I was scared about what everyone was going to say.

So when Susannah said “Could you go to him Y/n?” I don’t want him to be alone,”. Her request was more than enough, I got suitably ready and headed to the beach. His tent was set up just in the perfect place, so that the wind would have trouble reaching it, and he was setting up a little fire.

That night we talked for hours and hours, we even kissed, but it wasn’t a quick peck, it wasn’t one of those steamy, heated make outs either, it was a perfect longing kiss, that stood for all it needed to between us. After that we just held each other and talked until we both fell asleep.

The next day we were all set to leave Cousins, we didn’t speak a word of anything that had happened the night before, still at least we weren’t ignoring each other, thankfully. Susannah gave me a bright smile and a ‘thank you’ hug when we returned. Though I think she knew that she helped me more than I’d helped her.

After that we didn’t speak for a month, I didn’t know how to start a conversation without bringing up what had happened and Con wasn’t reaching out either, so I thought maybe that was for the best until one day my phone rang at nine or ten-ish.

“Can we talk?” His voice was shaky and tired, I wanted to just nod, my mouth feeling dry like a desert but of course he wouldn’t have been able to know that.

“Yeah of course” I replied meekly, we didn’t about that night though, we talked about anything and everything just to keep the conversation going. It wasn’t hard, no matter how much we ever talked about we never ran out of things to say.

At first these calls started out a few times a week, but not after long we would be talking every night. My family knew there was something going on but I wouldn’t tell them who I was calling every night, they would go mental.

Then there came a time where he was always out or too tired to call, or literally have any other excuse, after a few days of his rejections I gave up trying to reach him. He didn’t reach out either until that night… at twelve in the morning.

I was reluctant to pick up at first, hovering my thumb over the green phone button. It was either the fourth or fifth ring when I had the guts to press the button. There was silence on the other side of the call, all I could hear was the noise of traffic- maybe it was an accidental call, for a second my heart sank.

“Hello?” I managed.

“Hi… Y/n I’m on my way to your house, I need to see you, I need to get away” I furrowed my brows, was this boy drunk?- no he wasn’t stupid enough to get behind the wheel drunk.

“What are you taking about Conrad?” I needed him to be clearer.

“I am half an hour away from your house, I need to see you, I’m keeping to that promise I made you” he said, I sat up all of a sudden I knew exactly what promise he meant, and I was angry at myself that I got so excited so quickly, it was like just after one call my heart had forgiven him. Well my head hadn’t.

“Con-“ I started but he knew what I was going to say.

“I know I’ve been a dick, I’m sorry. You can stay angry at me but can you just please. Please. Just get your stuff and meet my around the corner- ok?” I have never to this day heard his voice to have so much hurt and worry.

“Ok” I replied, simple and short. He said he’d drop me a message when he got here so I got out of bed and started to shove some clothes into my bag, with my brain still half asleep it was hard to think logically about what I needed.

I wrote my mom a note, she was going to be gone on her author tour a few more days, she would see it when she gets back, if I’m not back by that time. Steven was spending the holiday at school cramming in for some super important exam and Belly was away spending time with Taylor’s family in their mountain house.

Literally as I was checking all the doors and window were shut my phone in my pocket went off. I had changed into leggings and a hoodie, seemed more appropriate than Winnie the Pooh pyjamas.

When my hand was on the door handle I took a pause to really reconsider. What was I doing? Leaving in the middle of the night to meet the boy who has been ignoring me for weeks without telling my mother. I sounded like a fool even to myself, at least it was break in school, and I was going to turn 18 in a few months anyway so she couldn’t be too angry at me.

I hated that I could justify his actions so quickly, but my heart skipped a beat at the thought that he drove here for hours to see me, that he was waiting outside for me, no one else.

I locked the door after I had stepped out, it was much colder than I had originally anticipated, the cold December and January followed by an even colder February.

When I rounded the corner I could see him in the car, all the lights were off and he sat there looking down at his phone, I was swallowed down and took a deep breath.

He looked up as I approached and a shy smile found its way over his lips, my face couldn’t help but mirror. He stepped out of the car and took my bag placing it in the back without saying anything. When he shut the back door he turned back to face me, finally.

I bit into my lip and my heart broke into a frenzy, wasn’t this all I had ever wanted? So why was it so scary…

He opened his arms and for a second I wasn’t going to, but how could I not?

Slowly I stepped towards him, my arms wrapped around his middle, head against his chest, his heart was beating pretty fast too… or that could have been the rash beating of my own in my ears. Finally, after what felt like years his arms came to a close around me, he laid his chin on my head, then continued to lay it on my head. His finger ran gentle marathons around my back and shoulders.

He was so warm in contrast to the outdoor breeze, after a moment he pulled me even closer which I didn’t think was possible, his hold tight.

When I started to shiver he let me go.

“Right let’s get in, I brought you my blanket” he opened the passenger door, the heat from inside felt like heaven. I spilled in fast to avoid the heat escaping.

He got in as well and turned the engine on quickly so that the heating would start again.

“Ok let’s do this, let’s hit the road,” he said looking to me with a smile, more to reassure himself than me, it was so rare anyone got to see one of those anymore. I did like to pretend that when we called he was in his bed, staring at his ceiling smiling, that’s what I was doing.

The moon was shining particularly bright this night, as if was carving the way for us, I wanted to ask why he started ignoring. Whether I had said something? Or maybe he found some else? Not that we ever talked about those talks being anything more than platonic.

“How have you been?” he asked as if he didn’t crush my heart those couple weeks ago.

“I’ve been alright,” I didn’t know what else I could reply without everything I was feeling spilling out like sick after a particularly fun drinking night.

It was nice seeing him outside of his summer element, I had gone to visit Susannah and the boys a few times between summers, mostly because I wanted to get more involved in all the charity work she did. Being the amazing woman she is, she let me come to talks, ceremonies, fundraisers and even introduced me to some amazing people that could be the key to my future.

This was different though, it felt different, Conrad had a gray sweater on with black trousers, he was paler than usual, his hair was still the same though, messy like a little boy’s.

Cousins too looked different in the winter season, this is the first time I have come to this place outside of summer, there was never any need. I had always wanted to though, to see this place with snow or at least just the cold. But now that I was seeing it, all empty, it felt strange, and I couldn’t wait for summer again.

“What were you expecting? Lots of people wandering around in their winter coats?” he chuckled as he looked over at me, “This place is very seasonable, pretty much like abandoned during the winter,” he continued.

“Do you come here a lot during the colder times?” I couldn’t help but ask.

He shook his head before replying, “Not really, mom hates it, she says it ruins the spell of summer, I’d only come once, I planned on staying the week while fixing some problem that was going on in the house, but I’d managed to sort it out faster than expected and went home two days into the trip,” I nodded at his reply.

We stopped at the local 24/7 corner shop to get some groceries, we were walking on thin ice, dancing around the subject of the time of silence between us, and this trip. How long were we going to stay? Was anyone else going to be joining us? All the questions left unanswered. Conrad walked with confidence around the store picking out an array of foods, enough to last the two of us, Susannah had raised him well.

The house too was different, much colder for sure, the second we stepped in the silence was deafening, lots of stuff was stashed away for the time we didn’t spend here, all ready to be brought out in the summer when we arrive.

“If you go turn the heating on I’ll start the fire, if you could also start grabbing the groceries I’ll come and help put them away in a second,” he said settling right in, I wondered if this was what it would be like, living with Conrad if we were older, shopping together, co-existing, in a partnership. With him in mind even the mundane things like putting away the groceries seemed like a fulfilling and satisfying task.

Quickly enough the fire was started, and the house started to heat up, we made hot chocolates with whipped cream and marshmallows in the kitchen while organising everything. He had taken a sip before stashing away the box of cereal into a top cupboard. I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

He turned around in a flash, “What are you giggling about?” he asked with a smirk, I covered my mouth with my hand, he had a thick white moustache of cream planted along the top of his lip.

“What?” he asked again reaching his hands to tickle my sides, he knew how badly ticklish I was.

“Don’t you dare,” I say with a real warning in my face.

“What are you laughing at then?” he didn’t lower his hands.

“You’ve got a moustache old man,” I stook my tongue out and began to run away, he chased after me in the kitchen, shouting how when he got to me I was done for.

“I’m only two years older than you!” he exclaimed. I was quickly getting out of breath, running through the front room, the hallway and back into the kitchen, I came to a stop in hopes of having a sip of my drink while it was still warm. Rooky mistake. That’s when he got me, I was standing backwards to him. His hands flew to my waist and he started to tickle me, I tried to get away from him.

One of his hands moved to my neck to continue tickling me and the other wrapped around my waist to stop me running away. I turned around to face him.

“That’s enough! Stop-“ I kept saying, I was laughing so much that I was physically in pain, “I take it back! I take it back! I’ll get it off for you I swear! Just stop ahh-“ he didn’t, not for another few minutes, we backed into a counter when he stopped.

I was out of breath, his grin was wide, like a proud child’s. I shook my head and lifted my hands to wipe the cream off his face, he lowered his head. His hands ended up on either side of the counter around me, caging me in. I wiped the cream into the hand towel next to me then turned back to look at him.

His stare was intense, neither of us said anything, I was scared to breath. Scared that this peace, this mutual understanding between us could shatter with a simple sound. I wish I had known what he was thinking there and then.

As if called upon my phone started to ring on the island, he quickly broke out of the spell, he ran his hand through his hair and stepped away from me. I walked towards the phone having a feeling I knew who was calling, mom would just think I was still at home, so I had to keep it together.

“I’ll- uh I’m going to put a few more pieces of wood in and extend the couch alright?”

I turned the phone around to see a friend’s number, it was only four in the morning, the ride to cousins was usually about three hours but the road was empty, so we got here faster, my mother wouldn’t even know it. I answered Ali, she was crying, her boyfriend had just walked out on her, she wanted me to come over, I ran my hand over the creases on my forehead. I explained that I was away, she ranted for about fifteen minutes before assuring me that she was going to be fine and call our other friend Robin. I bid her goodbyes and went in the front room.

The fire was harsher than before but at least it was warm, then Con came in through the front door with our bags. I went to sit on the sofa where he threw the blanket from the car alongside some others and a few pillows, I abandoned my hoodie.

“Was it your mom?” he asked leaving the bags in the hallway and coming into the front room, he sat down on the armchair and not next to me how I thought he would, I tried not to show my disappointment, instead focusing on that notion that it was not my mother who called.

“No it was my friend Ali, tough situation with her boyfriend, walked out on her. He’d been ignoring her for a few days, and she just wanted to talk it out but he didn’t have anything to say evidently,” I said, quickly apologising for rambling, Conrad probably didn’t want to hear this. He had been fiddling with his hand as I talked about it.

“He’s a dickhead, he probably doesn’t deserve her,” he said finally. The atmosphere had fallen a little I could sense it, maybe he saw himself in Ali’s boyfriend as he ignored me too, but yet here we both were.

“Aren’t you cold over there?” I tried to make my voice sound cheerful “There’s plenty of blankets over here if you want to join me?” I said lifting up some of the blankets, he looked at me and smiled with his eyes closed.

“Y/n,” he started and then closed his mouth with a sigh.

“Yes grumpy?” I asked.

“I don’t want to scare you,” he said, my head snapped to face him, my eyebrows furrowed, scare me?

“Conrad I’m not scared of you, where did you get that idea?” I didn’t know whether to chuckle at him or be concerned, I’d known him my whole life.

“Not of me, but of this,” he motioned between the two of us, “This thing that we’re doing? I don’t want to overwhelm you” he made it clearer. I wanted to argue him say that we weren’t doing anything, remind him that he’d been ignoring me these last few weeks, but I couldn’t. Something wouldn’t let me.

I lifted the blanket which I was cuddled under, the one from the car, it was his from home in Boston maybe he even took it to collage with him, it smelled like him, “Con, I’m almost eighteen and-“ I had to take a pause before I continued, “And if I didn’t want this to happen why would I be here right now?” my eyebrows lifted when I asked.

He didn’t answer, he just nodded and came to sit next to me, still a little apprehensive, “I don’t bite” I laughed and moved closer towards him laying my head on his shoulder. I was looking at the fire but I could feel his eyes on me, when I snuggled in he put his arm around me and sighed. We sat like that for a while, he kissed the top of my head and I looked up to him.

His eyes travelled between my eyes and my lips, and I found that mine were doing the same thing. He started running his fingers on my back, drawing an array of wonderous shapes and patterns.

“Are you sure you want this?” He whispered as his face got closer to mine. I swallowed down, his stare so intense that I was sure I could get lost in his eyes, the only thing I could do was nod and lean in. The kiss was gentle, as if his lips were barley on mine, the fire crackling in the background.

He pulled away just a little, to check I was ok, when he saw the smile playing on my lips his moved his hands to my cheeks and kissed me again, still gently. And again. I moved my hands to the back of his neck, my body shifting for both our comforts. His hands travelled to my shoulders, caressing them, the way his fingers ran along my arms was enough to make me shiver.

He was so gentle, it was all so amazing, too amazing to be true. “I want this to be perfect for you,” he whispered laying his forehead on mine, “Is this all okay? Tell me if you want me to stop,” he reassured me. And another smile spread over my face, like I couldn’t help it.

“You’re amazing Conrad,” I said and then kissed him, this time it was harder, hungrier. He was still gentle and respectful but there was a need behind it. My hands went to his hair and his to my neck, like he needed me to live, like keeping me close to him was the only way he could stay alive. The fire slowly dying out without the supply of new wood.

I’m not sure how long we spent entangled in each other but at some point we ended up lying down next to each other on the extended couch, there were eight bedrooms in this house and yet everyone was always most thankful for the convertible couch. We were comfortably close, taking up less than half the space. His arms were around him, my back to him, his breath tickled against the back of my neck, every few minutes he leaned forwards and kissed my neck, and a little down my back.

This was nice. Just us here at the summer house. I guess to me it didn’t really matter where were just that we were there together. Right now in this gentle state, everything felt so fragile but it also felt like nothing could ruin what was happening.

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His breathing was slow in the morning, my head was on his chest as I woke up, his arms still around me, legs tangled together under the blankets. I took a deep breath; I would have cried if this turned out to be a dream. For a few minutes while I laid there, at first admiring him, then looking around the house, I was scared it wasn’t really happening. That I was going to wake up any minute and find out this was all just a horrible dream.

“Good morning,” A groggy morning voice whispered next to me, he smiled when he looked at me, he sat up leaning on his one arm to I assume have a better view. He rubbed his eyes before leaning down and kissing me right on the lips, softly and sweetly.

“Morning,” I replied back when he pulled away a little, our noses still touching, he smiled and kissed me again, and again, and again.

“I was thinking scrambled eggs for breakfast?” he asked, I nodded, “Ok great, I’ll get on it,” he goes ready to sit up. It was an instinct, a natural movement. I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me.

“Shall we say in 10?” I asked turning to snuggle into him, I listened to his heartbeat, in comparison to mine his was like calm waves after a stormy night, like a still pool, he was peace.

After he got up to make the said breakfast I started cleaning up the front room, I pushed the couch back together, we ate together at the table watching the cold waves and the fog outside the glass sliding doors. We talked and laughed. That day was spent playing cards, reading, watching some show on Netflix under blankets, not that I was paying attention much. We took this day to ourselves, to just be together. That night we cooked dinner together, we had some music and when the food was in the oven Con started dancing around.

“Will you do me the honour?” he ask bowing in front of me.

“Stupid idiot,” I said rolling my eyes at him, but inside my stomach was doing little flips.

“You know you want to,” he grabbed my hand and twirled me, the chorus of the song came on and we danced around the kitchen, the main lights were turned off, we only left on the fairy lights. Susannah taught us this dance, then she’d turn the song on at least once a day because she loved to see us dance. That night we slept on the couch again.

The next day we went out, drove to town, it was still great even though pretty much everything was closed, it was a rainy, windy day. Con held my hand as we strolled through the streets. There was a man with a really cute puppy walking by and he’d had asked if we wanted to pet her because I was staring at her, he told us her name was Lola, I couldn’t refuse. Instead of petting the dog with me Con pulled out his phone and captured a photo of me but refused to show me. The day was perfect, I could really see this being the rest of my life, we could even live here in Cousins.

It wasn’t until the next day that everything started to crumble. We woke up entangled in bed, he kissed me on the lips and went to make himself a coffee and me a tea. I cleaned up the couch and made my way to join him on the couch we moved into the kitchen. Around mid-day of the first proper day we pushed the kitchen table back and moved one of the couches from the second sitting room in there so that we could cuddle up while still enjoying the view.

He passed me my drink when I sat down in my pyjamas and messy hair.

“I love it like this,” I said, “Could you imagine this in the future?” The words slipped out, suddenly I was nervously awaiting his answer. After he didn’t say anything for a moment I brushed some hair behind my ear and turned to face him immediately regretting my question, “Sorry I didn’t mean to imply-” I started and thankfully my phone ringing cut my off because I was about to start rambling.

I took the phone out my pocket, the stress passed when I realised it wasn’t my mother, I wasn’t quite ready to confront her yet, it was Jeremiah. I furrowed my brows but got up quickly, answering.

“Hey what’s up?” I asked, not saying the name of the person in case Con wanted to take the phone off me.

“Have you been in contact with Con? He’s been kind of MIA recently these last couple of days, vaguely answering questions, constantly busy and Aubrey is getting worried,” When her name came out of his mouth I stopped, walking out of the kitchen, Conrad gave me questioning look but I just brushed him off.

“I thought those two broke up a little before last summer?” I asked sitting down on the stairs.

“Yeah they did, but when the news of mom having cancer again came out she reached out, she really liked our mom and then they started talking a bit more again. I don’t really know what’s going on between them but it’s my phone she’s blowing up when he’s not answering… Uh so yeah anyway, have you heard from him?”

“Uh, no, not recently, sorry,” I paused taking a deep breath, “Let me know when you get hold of him, I hope he’s okay,” I said, he agreed and ended the call. I took a minute to compose myself, take a deep breath before going back into the kitchen.

Con was still sat on the couch, he turned around as if I didn’t say what I had before the phone rang, was that why he couldn’t answer my question before? Because he had Aubrey waiting at home for him?

“Who was it?” he asked, arm on the header of the couch as he looked around at me. I tried to piece it all together, I was overreacting I was sure of it. I didn’t want to make this about me, Susannah was sick, she was the most important here, the happiness I have felt over these last few days was making me feel sick now. Aubrey was a safe space to him, they were together while his mom was well, I was the complete opposite, so was this house. He pretty much only ever saw me with him mom around. Only saw this house with his mom around.

I leaned one hand on the counter, the other ran across my forehead, “Why did you bring me here?” I asked, I tried hard to make my voice sound normal, it must have worked to some extent as he just look at me confused.

“What do you mean?” he laughed, “You said you always wanted to see Cousins in the winter,”

“Con you have been ignoring me for weeks, making up every excuse to not speak with me, and then we rock up here and you’re all loving and cuddly. None of your family know you’re here, why?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked more harshly this time, like I was picking at a particularly painful scab.

“It was Jere, wondering whether I had heard from you,” I could hear the pinch of sadness in my own voice.

He sighed, “If I had told him that I was coming here with you he’d only make a fuss about coming too, and I wanted this to be just us,” he confessed.

“Aubrey’s worried about you,” I said, this time I was emotionless.

“It’s not like that and you know it,” He stood up too.

“I’m not saying it is, even if it was there would be nothing wrong with it- it’s not like we said there was something going on. I know that she was in your life when your mom was healthy, Aubrey is like closure, I understand, she cares for Susannah too,” I explained.

“There has been nothing going on between us since we broke up before the summer, she just cares for my mom, they spent a lot of time with each other when we were together, Aubrey has been looking for closure with my mom not me,” he explained.

“Ok, I understand, I just wish you’d have talked to me about all of this instead of ignoring me,” I said and tried to put on my best smile.

“Ok I shouldn’t have ignored you when will you stop using that against me?”

“I’m not using it against you Con, but you seem to always have the best excuse for everything, I can’t do this,” I gestured to the air between us, “I can’t do this ‘in-the-middle’ ‘half hearted’ thing where you decide one minute we’re on and the next we’re not,”

“Why are you ruining this?” he sounded accusatory all of a sudden.

“I’m not trying to ruin anything, but when I asked about the future you couldn’t even say a word to me Conrad, be honest with me- what are we doing here?”

“You’re such a child,” he breathed rolling his eyes.

“Ow and you’re such an adult? I’m sorry that two years makes such a difference between us,”

“Don’t be a dickhead, do you know what talking about the future means? It means talking about a time where my mom won’t be here anymore,” I swear I saw the life drain from his face, his whole body when he said that sentence. I wanted to say ‘Don’t say that, that’s not true’ but I couldn’t get the words out my mouth, I knew the reality of it.

“It was a mistake coming here, bringing you here,” he said grabbing a jumper off of one of the kitchen chairs.

“Was being with me a mistake?” I asked, knowing that’s what he was insinuating , but I needed to hear him say it, to break my heart one last time so I could move on, block him out.

“Don’t put words in my mouth, I was never with you.” He said.

“So what were these last few days?” I let out a breathy laugh mixed with a sigh, I was getting really tired of this back and forth.

“Exactly what you wanted right?” his voice was raised a little.

“Was this not what you wanted?” Was all of this, all he had done all fake. For what? To dangle a carrot on a stick in front of me. He didn’t reply.

“Ok,” I said calmly.

“Ok? Is that all you have to say to me?” he asked, reaching for his keys.

“Conrad, if this isn’t what you want, something you never wanted I’m not going to fight for it because that’s not fair on either of us, I’m not some whining kid who throws a tantrum when they don’t get what they want, like you seem to think I am,”

“This was a mistake,” he repeated, looking right into my eyes, disgust filling his.

“Ok! You’ve already said, I heard you say it once, you don’t need to repeat it, make me feel even more shit about myself and these last few days,” I was feeling physically sick.

“It’s over, it was never anything but you seemed to have a different idea in your head, so I’ll say it once and for all. This is over, there was nothing here,” and that was it. He had rushed out the door, I didn’t know where he was going, in the moment I hoped it was as far away from me as possible, not because I didn’t want him with me, but because I was scared we were going to explode each other. And that was much, much worse.

Still the tears prickled in my eyes, I was glad he had left but the other part of me couldn’t believe he’d leave me here all by myself. I took a deep breath and waited by the front door, hoping that maybe, maybe he wouldn’t turn the car engine on and come back inside. That shattered when I heard the engine rev outside. Then I saw the lights from the back of his car pull out from the driveway. He was gone.

I turned around to the empty house, leaned myself against the door a tried taking deep breaths but they came out rash and uncontrolled. As tears started to flood my eyes I let myself slide down the door to the floor.

I reached for the phone in my pocket and dialled the only number I knew I always could. There was two rings before I heard the voice on the other side of the phone.

“Mom-“ I said in tears, in moments she sounded more alert and worried.

“Y/n honey, what’s going on? Breathe, talk to me,”

“Mom I’m in Cousins,” I paused after I said this, pushing my hand into my hair, I was waiting for her reaction, for her to explode, to scream at me. But that didn’t come.

“I know sweetie, with Conrad, now- are you hurt? Is Connie ok? I need you to tell me why you’re crying,” she sounded caring but assertive at the same time, she could never just be one or the other.

“How did you know?” I asked in a state of surprise and shock.

“Con and I do talk you know, he was always my special boy and I was always his Laur,” she started and it made a smile want to creep up onto my face but I couldn’t let it, “He had told me how you wanted to see Cousins in winter, how he wanted to take you, he asked for weeks and weeks in the build up to winter,” she said, I could hear the smile in her voice. He had asked my mother to take me here, he wanted to make sure I didn’t get in trouble, he had truly thought of everything to make this time perfect.

“Y/n- now can you please tell me why you’re crying?” this time she sounded serious, I swallowed down and took a deep breath while trying to dry some of the tears out of my eyes.

“He’s gone…” I said and before I could continue she was screaming fifty million different questions down the phone, “Mom! Can you just let me speak- please!” I exclaimed, she stopped, “We- we argued and he, he just got his keys and left, took the car and left,” she mumbled something under her breath but I didn’t press her on it.

Laurel offered to drive down but I couldn’t stop her press tour, her new book which she co-wrote with Castillo was fantastic and she deserved to celebrate it, I was a big girl now. She let me cry to her for a while until I calmed down, she had to leave for one of her talks and I had reassured her that I was going to be fine. At the end of the call she did make a comment about me leaving home without telling her, that if it happened again I’d be grounded for life, I laughed at her comment even though she was half serious.

I started cleaning up around the house, folding the blankets, setting the pillows neatly. I tided up the kitchen and did a round of washing, anything to distract me from my thoughts. I was quickly done, Conrad and I both being clean people we didn’t leave much of a mess. So I quickly found myself sitting on the couch watching some on TV, show after shoe for hours. I put on one of Con’s hoodies, watching those hours go by, I think it must have been half past eleven when I had dozed off to sleep.

I woke up at a little past one, checking my phone to see if he’d text or called. Nothing. Only my mother asking for an update. I left her on opened while I tried to call Con, three time but none of the times did he answer. I hoped he would read my messages instead:

Con, just come home.

Please.

I’m worried.

When I didn’t get a reply within a few minutes I text mom back and then put on another film. I tried so hard to stay awake, but it was impossible, the stress was eating me from inside out. I had to let my body sleep before it gave up on me.

A ring woke me up, I rubbed my eyes with the sleeves of Con’s hoodie expecting it to be my mother calling me after another one of her book parties, but it wasn’t her name on the screen. It was Conrad’s. I answered quickly.

“Y/n..?” he asked, his voice shaky.

“Con- Conrad where are you? What are you doing?” I asked, I wanted to scream at him for not answering my texts, or even just my calls, for not letting me know he was okay.

“I’m sorry, this wasn’t meant to be like this, this week it was meant to be perfect, just us. Just us at the beach house,” his words were slurred.

“Have you been drinking?” this woke me up real quick, I was perfectly awake now, getting on my feet walking around the front room, biting my nails before our exchanged.

“I may have had a little to drink,” he answered coyly.

“You’re drunk,” I confronted him.

“I had a little to drink, I’m sorry,” he said again, “I shouldn’t have left but I’m coming back now,” I stopped. Dead in my tracks.

“Tell me you are in a taxi or that someone else is driving that vehicle,” I hadn’t even clocked onto the notion that he was in a car.

“Y/n I can drive perfectly well, I’m fine,” He didn’t sound fine. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak it was as if my feet with glued to the floor. As if there was loud drums right next to my ears ringing. I had thought in my heart that this boy would never be stupid enough to drink and drive.

Tears started to fall down my face, “Stop the car, pull over Conrad,” I commanded, there was no more ‘Con’ or ‘Connie’ this time he’d fucked up.

“I can’t, I’m fine I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he tried to reassure me, my voice was raised when I spoke again, “Conrad I said pull the fucking car over- now, do you know what could happen to you-” then the worst, horrific images of what could happen to him pulled up in my head.

I was now crying, he was trying to make me calm down but I wasn’t having it, “Conrad you’re scaring me, please, please, please stop. Just stop. I’m scared. Please stop,” I felt like a child. Lost, searching for their parent at a carnival crawling with people. Helpless. Still I could hear the vehicle drive forwards.

“Conrad- if you love me, even a little you will stop that car,”

“Y/n-“

“Conrad stop the fucking car, if something happens to you I swear to god- I- I-“ I didn’t know what I’d do, I would blame it on myself. I was sitting on the floor now, arms wrapped around my knees.

“Ok- ok, I’m pulling over,” he said, it wasn’t long before I heard him switch off the car, my breathing slowed and suddenly the world was becoming quiet again.

“Where are you Conrad?” I asked. He told me exactly where he was, it really wasn’t far, a twenty, twenty-five minute walk. I wrapped up in some layers and told him not to move. It was dark outside but thankfully there were plenty of lampposts and I knew the way down this area like the back of my hand.

After a while I could see the car in front of me, there he was, sat in the front head on the wheel, thankfully my heart had slowed down. He was ok. I walked to over and opened his door, automatically the lights in the car had turned on.

He turned to look at me but couldn’t, focusing on the ground instead, “Y/n listen-” he started reaching out to grab my hand but I pulled away, “Don’t start- just don’t” I said, I could have been crying tears of happiness but the anger that overtook me was too real.

“What an earth were you thinking?” I tried to scream but my voice wasn’t louder than a whisper, my voice cracked halfway through.

“I’m sorry I left, I always fuck everything up, I never show up when I should,” he couldn’t look me in the eyes.

“Come on, get up I’m going to drive,” I reached from his arm trying to pull him out of the driver’s seat.

“Y/n… take me home,” he murmured as I wrapped my arms around him to drag him out, I backed away a little to look at his face, he still stared at the ground.

“Conrad I can’t drive to Boston right now, I’m exhausted, and still on an emotional high, and we can’t leave the house a mess,” I started listing all the excuses I could. Partly all the reasons were true, but on the other hand that would mean whatever happened here would be over, and there was this fear in my chest that we would be right back to ignoring each other.

“No- where are you going?” he asked.

I shook my head in confusion, “I’m going back to the beach house where else would I be going in the middle of the night?” I asked.

That’s when he looked at me, his eyes were clearer than ever, it was like his whole soul was bring ripped out of his body.

“That’s where I want to go,” he said. I paused. Did he intend to say that wherever I was going was home for him? Or did he simply mean the beach house was his home, that was true too.

“Yes, that’s where I’ll take you, but you have to get out of the driver’s seat Conrad,” I repeated.

“I don’t like it when you call me that, it makes me think you’re angry at me,” he whispered, I am angry at you dickhead! I said in my head.

“Ok, come on Connie, I’m cold, let me help you,” I said and finally he complied. He started to get up, this time willingly making it easier for me to help him. After getting him into the passenger seat I ran over to the driver’s seat and turned the engine on.

The drive home was silent, apart from the few ‘I’m sorry’ from Conrad, I didn’t reply, he probably couldn’t hear me behind his hazy state anyway.

I helped him out the car and onto the couch, he just sat there, head in his arms. I stood in the doorway messaging my mom, and Belly who mom must have called because I had about a million messages from her asking if I was ok, what was happening. I missed out the whole drunk driving part, just letting them know he was home safe.

After that I made my way to the couch, leaning my head and body against the back of the couch. Con started to lift off of the couch, for a second I thought he was going to throw up so I went to stand up too, he’d probably need to be guided to the bathroom but he laid his hands on my knees and kneeled in front of me.

“I’m sorry Y/n, don’t be angry at me, or do be angry at me I deserve it,” he sat down in front of me, resting his head on my knees. Lifting one hand to move one of mine into his hair, like muscle memory I started to brush through the tangles, easily brushing them out.

“I’m the kid, I’m the one who behaves childish, you just… you just remind me of her, your smile makes me think of her smile, and then I feel guilty for feeling happy when I’m with you while she’s in Boston in her bed dying,” he had tears in his eyes now too.

“I love her too Conrad, and I know this must be much, much worse for you because she’s your mom, but she’s like a mom to me too and I also love her more than I can express, no one will ever tell your that you’re not allowed to grieve what has been and what is going to happen. I am here for you, to get through this together, because it’s horrific and there isn’t a day where I don’t think about what more I could have done, screw that- there isn’t an hour where I don’t think about one of the times I decided to go and party instead of staying in a watching a movie with her, or baking treats or even just talking like she wanted. I am hurting too, and I really, really can’t deal with this back and forwards Con, and if I can’t do it, then how can you?” I was fully sobbing now.

“I’m sorry, I want to fix this, I need you,” he said.

“Conrad you can’t hurt me like this again do you understand? If this happens again I will walk out and not come back. You cannot ever get behind the wheel after drinking, if we lose her, and then I lose you I don’t know what I’d do, I couldn’t live, what about Jere. do you understand?” I repeated.

All the cards had been laid out on the table, we were both broken.

“I won’t, I’ll never hurt you again. I love you Y/n”

“Come here,” I whispered, I couldn’t say those three words to him, not like this, not in this moment, maybe I could one day but the future seemed hazier now than ever, all I wanted to do was get to tomorrow, or well later. He stood up and sat next to me on the sofa, we held each other and just cried, grieving what would never be, for Susannah.

I didn’t wake up until about half past eleven. Conrad wasn’t there when I opened my eyes but the car keys were still in the middle of the table. I heard his voice from the kitchen. I tip toed towards his voice.

“Hey mom,” his voice in a questioning manner.

“Yes sweetie?” It was Susannah, her voice loud and clear over the speaker, it was hard to image her laying sickly in her bed when she sounded perfectly normal, cheerful and self-assured.

“I think I really fucked up this time,” he whispered into the microphone, I knew I shouldn’t be listening in but I couldn’t help it.

“Connie, my dear boy, I may not make it to this day but I know, in the bottom of my heart that you will see Y/n walk down the isle in her beautiful white dress, you will have the best view because you will be the one stood there at the front. You’ll have tears in your eyes, which you’ll claim are allergies, but it will just be your heart fluttering. You will look at her and smile, you will be happy. You cannot, I repeat you cannot waste away your life in misery ok baby? Look at me I’m still here living every day as if were the best day of my life, I’ve done that my whole life and looking back at it, my life has been full of love, hope, excitement it has been fulfilling. If I have one wish for you, it’s that you look after her and be happy, she will look after you ok?” there was a silence, I rubbed the tears from my eyes.

“I promise mom, thank you, you always know the right thing to say,” she laughed on the other side of the phone.

“But I do want to live to the day you ask her to be your girlfriend, then you can come visit me,” she laughed, her laugh was one of the most beautiful I have ever heard.

“I love you mom,”

“I love you too Connie, please be happy,” she emphasised again.

I waited a few minutes before walking into the kitchen, he turned around from the Couch to face me, there was a smile planted on his face, “Hi” he said.

“Morning,” I smiled back.

“So here’s what I was thinking, tea and coffee obviously, then some breakfast and or well lunch and then we take a walk down to the pier? Play some arcade games and go out for dinner?” he was being so genuine.

“Yeah sounds good, I dibs on not washing up afterwards though,” I said walking over to the coffee machine to turn it on.

“I think we need to implement some rules here if this is going to work, the chef doesn’t clean, so when I cook you clean, if you cook I clean, deal?” He said making his way over.

I shook my head containing a smile, “You’ve got yourself a deal,”,

“Great,” he replied and gave me a quick peck, he went to pull away but I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in, the kiss conveyed a million unsaid things, things that needed to be communicated but couldn’t be said.

He turned to make breakfast while I made us the drinks, while I was fetching the cups I suggested, “Hey maybe we should cut the trip a day or two short and I could come see Susannah?”

“Yeah that’d be great, she’d loved to see you,”

“Great,” I kissed him on the cheek and put the coffee on the counter next to him.

And so we did like he had suggested, we let yesterday’s past stay in the yesterday or well this morning. After we got back after dinner we sat outside, he set up a little fire and we toasted marshmallows, Susannah’s favourite. That’s when he me asked.

“I know it’s been a bumpy road, and there are many twists and turns yet to come but no matter what happens I want you to be next to me, I want to be next to you, so, will you be my girlfriend?”.

My heart fluttered, but I couldn’t help make a small joke, “I thought this was a mistake, sorry” I laughed as I said it, he pushed his lips together, trying to hold in his laugh, he closed his eyes and leaned back on his chair.

“Never letting that go huh?”

“Nope,” I laughed putting my marshmallow in my mouth, he watched with a grin as I ate, when I finished I said yes. How could not have?

The next five days were stolen from heaven, we spent two more days at the beach house, the last morning mostly cleaning, together, then we travelled to Boston, his hand was either on my leg or holding my hand the entire journey. We hadn’t told Susannah we were coming, she cried when she saw us. The next three days we spent together, Con and I, Susannah and Jere. Laughing, playing games, talking.

When Susannah passed a little later into the year I went to stay in Boston with the boys for two weeks, coming back to finish off some of my exams, then I was moving in with the Fisher boys. It was hard at first, not living with my mom and siblings, being alive without Susannah here, knowing that nothing was going to get between our little family, ever. We were content, but one day we’d be happy again, I knew it at the bottom of my heart, just like Susannah did. For now all that mattered was that we were all together, that summer we spent together in Cousins. And all the summers after that too. It’s where a couple of years later we got engaged and then married. We were all happy, and now every time we thought of Susannah we didn’t cry, we smiled and thanked her for all she had done, she wanted us to be happy and we were doing our best to make it happen. It was true, we were all happy.

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Could we get a smut writing where Soap actually does join the reader and Gaz?

I already have my list filled up with pre-picked characters, but I’ll give you a little 🎁 while I’m out and about 😇 :

Referring list: ABC’s CoD Masterlist

Smut below line ⬇️ MINORS DNI - 18+ only

Help Me Get Away From Myself

Pairing: Kyle Garrick x Reader (feat. Johnny MacTavish) Word count: ~4K words Mostly proofread 🤷🏽

Tags: dub-con, threesome (mmf), p-in-v, anal, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, breeding kink, double penetration, oral (f & m receiving), spit-roast, multiple f orgasms, vaginal fingering, light choking, spanking

18+ only - MINORS DNI

Kyle had you by the nape of your neck as he pushed you firmly against the back of the barrack’s dorm door. His lips already pressed tight to yours.

“I’ve been waiting,” he kissed you, “all day for this.” He squeezed your ass, grinding you forward onto his hardening cock. “You don’t even understand.”

You’d been in and out of his sight for the following weeks, a teasing gift dangled in front of him only to be taken indoors to straighten out paperwork, or physical training.

You’d been awake for the past 16 hours. Despite it all, you were just as wound up and hot for your boyfriend as he was for you. Maybe more.

“Arms up.” He directed, habit of having obtained his new role as corporal. He’d hoped to be a SGT or LT one day, but settled in his new seat of corporal well.

And like a good soldier, you put your arms up as he rolled your shirt over your head. You returned to his mouth as soon as you could, wrapping your arms around his neck, and grinding into him.

He moaned as he pushed back, unclasping your bra.

You put your arms down momentarily to drop it by your feet and return to holding him.

Pushing you up against the wall instead of the door, he hoisted you up to cling onto his hips. “You know,” he said between breaths and kissing. “If I’d known.. how much time it would.. take to get my hands on you again.” He cupped your face to hold your gaze. “I would have been thorough the last time I fucked you.”

“We can make up for lost time.” You smiled as he sunk back into you, already reaching for your uniform belt and slacks.

He got it undone before his private bathroom door was coming open, and you gave a startled shout as you shielded your chest.

Kyle looked over. “For fuck’s sake Johnny.” He grumbled, “Stop letting yourself in.”

MacTavish, standing in his comfy clothes, straight from the shower, was unbothered by the sight in front of him. Having seen you naked several times before from when Kyle and him shared a barrack room in bootcamp.

“You have better water pressure. Where else am I supposed to go? LT’s?”

Their lieutenant, Simon Riley, was a man who bites when someone steps on his toes.

“He’ll be all more the happy if he catches you taking a shower.” Kyle joked.

“You think so?” Johnny perked up. “He’s not too bad on the eyes—“

“Kyle.” You whined.

You were still pressed up against the wall, topless, and flushed red in embarrassment with your pants undone. You would’ve been even more upset if Kyle had been a little quicker with putting it in you, and he’d stopped mid thrust to talk to Johnny.

The least he could’ve done with put you down so you could grab your shirt.

“What?” Kyle hummed, his shoulder blocking sight of Johnny. “He was just leaving. Right, Johnny?” He turned to look again.

Johnny shrugged, “Not unless you need another person to watch for foul play.” He snorted, his tone was half serious.

Kyle tilted his head at Johnny and then you, as if it were a question that you were supposed to answer.

You looked at Johnny. “No. We’re fine.” You blushed.

Johnny shrugged, grabbing his hygiene bag and walked past you and Gaz to the door. “Suit yourself.” He teased.

Gaz kept his eyes on you, gears turning in his head. “Johnny?”

The door was half open, anyone walking by in the hall would see you if he wasn’t quick to shut the door. But he stood there like a big dumb boulder in the doorway, keeping it wide open.

“Come back in and shut the door.”

Your eyes flashed with surprise at your boyfriend.

Johnny did as he was told. Turning until his back was against the door.

“Come’ere.” Kyle gestured towards himself as he fit his hands under your ass, pressing his stomach to yours.

Johnny came right up to his side, his chest practically touching Kyle’s bicep. “You need something?” He let his eyes fall on you, and then your clasped breasts.

Your boyfriend smiled at you devilishly. “Yeah. I think I do. You mind sharing?”

“Not at all.” He purred.

And both men looked at you like you were a stack of delicious steaks, ready to tear into.

“Get on the bed Johnny.”

He wasted no time crossing the room, sat on the edge of the bed and watched.

Kyle cupped your face, “You alright?”

You glanced towards the other man in the room, noticing his bulge pushing up against his sweats.

“Eyes on me love.”

Kyle kissed you again, suckling on your bottom lip before drawing his fingertips down your shoulders and over your hands on your chest.

“Don’t worry about him.” He hummed against your tongue, “I’ll make sure he uses you nice before I show you how much I missed you.” Interlinking his fingers with yours, he pulled your hands away from your chest and gave Johnny an eye full of them.

You moaned as Gaz rolled his hips into you, rubbing against your clothed cunt. Unable to pull your fingers free from his, he dragged your hands up against the wall as he grinded into you.

He moved to your neck, suckling and biting at your collar as you panted.

You looked toward Johnny.

His eyes were fixed on the way Kyle’s lips mouthed on your flesh, encircling the roundness of your breasts, and perfect dark shade of your nipples. You could see his hunger grow when Kyle latched his mouth around one, teasing the bud with his tongue, and sucking hard until you quivered and moaned against him.

“Sounds rightfully sinful.” Johnny remarked.

Kyle smirked against your breast, “Tastes good too.” He looked up at you. “Let Johnny have a taste of you. Yeah?” He dropped your hand to latch one in your open slacks. Pushing into your underwear, he lathered the overwhelming slick of your folds between his fingers.

You cried out, clutching his hand from over your slacks. “Kyle—“ you moaned.

“She’s soaking wet.” He chuckled. “Does it make you hot because you know I might let Johnny fuck you?”

You moaned again as he dragged his fingers back and forth before pulling his hand out.

His fingers glistened with your slick.

Johnny crossed the room again, taking Gaz’s wrist before fitting his lips around them and sucking the taste of you into his mouth. He licked between them before licking his lips. “So cruel.”

Kyle hummed in agreement. “You want more?”

“Yes sir.” Johnny replied.

Kyle grasped your lower back and thigh before moving to set you down on both feet, and your hands fell back over your chest. “Kyle—“

“Do me a favor, Johnny, if she covers her chest one more time, spank her.” Kyle announced. “She likes when you spank her.”

“Is that right?” His hand grasped one of your wrists before pulling it from your chest. “You heard the man.”

Kyle kissed your cheek and neck as he began tugging your slacks down, massaging his hands into your ass before pulling them lower. “Johnny’s gonna get you nice and ready before he takes you, and you’ll suck me off. Alright?” He kept your underwear on as he pulled your pants off your feet.

You stared up at Johnny as Kyle kissed you.

Kyle lightly smacked your ass. “Yes or no?”

You flinched, pressing your lips together as you tried to remain composed. “Yes.”

He held your face in his hands. “I love you.”

You nodded as he moved in to kiss, “I love you.”

Kyle wrapped his arms around your lower back before hoisting you and turning your back to Johnny’s.

You felt the warmth of Johnny’s hands on your ribs and then the press of his cock against your ass. You felt the ghost of his fingers along the sides of your breasts before stronger hands grabbed them and pushed on them.

“Like this.” Kyle instructed, guiding Johnny’s fingers to tease your nipples while squeezing your breasts. “She likes it rough.”

The fact that he was talking about you in front of him was making you pant.

“Isn’t that right?” He gripped your chin with a teasing smirk, pushing your head back against Johnny’s chest.

You arched your back and whimpered as Johnny refused to let up on pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. “Yes.”

Johnny pressed his lips to your cheek, holding you against him with one hand on the base of your neck and the other gliding down towards your underwear. “Like this?” His palm pressed into your throat, gentle, but his fingertips squeezed your carotid.

You shut your eyes in bliss.

“Just like that.” Kyle hummed in delight as he watched Johnny’s fingers slip into your underwear and lather them between your folds.

You moaned, bucking against his fingers, and he hissed as you pushed back against his cock.

“Bring her here.” Kyle said as he settled on the bed, bringing his pants down and releasing his cock.

Johnny practically dragged you forward, fisting a hand in your hair firmly and bringing your head down to his cock.

“Now you’re getting it.” Kyle chuckled before moaning when your lips wrapped around his cock. His hand joined Johnny’s as he watched you bob your head.

Johnny clasped your hips, “Can I take this off?”

You lifted your head to speak, but Kyle’s hand in your hair was firm. With just enough space to speak over his cock, you panted, “Yes.”

Kyle nodded and Johnny rolled your underwear off your hips.

“Bloody— Jesus.” He groaned as he pulled your cheeks apart, staring at your glistening cunt.

“Smack it.” Kyle insisted. When Johnny hesitated, Kyle leaned over your back, and slapped a hand over your ass cheek.

You whimpered over his cock.

Another slap landed on your opposite cheek, by Johnny’s hand. It was heavier, bigger, you clenched up and still whimpered.

“I can see why you took this one for yourself. You’re rightfully blessed.” Johnny praised.

Kyle smiled as he combed your hair from your face, gathering it in his fist again, and sunk back on his elbow. “Eat her out. Then you can fuck her.”

Johnny gave in to impulse and sunk his teeth into your ass cheek. He smirked when you flinched only to push back into his mouth. “Yes sir.”

He wasted no time pulling your cheeks apart and licking you from swollen clit to wet hole.

Everything he had done with his tongue was right. You bucked against his mouth, feet still planted on the floor, and moaned and cried on Kyle’s cock as he fucked his tongue in you.

Kyle wiped the tears from the corners of your eyes as he fucked you down to the base of his cock, gagging to please him as he was pleasing you.

Johnny sucked on your clit, showing it important attention that had you practically shaking and crying. He was relentless, never coming up for air.

Your orgasm was nearing.

Kyle watched you rock your hips into Johnny’s face desperately, like he would when you’d ride him, seeking for a quicker release. His hand came up to slap your ass and Johnny’s other hand followed.

It had your knees buckling into the side of the bed, falling forward into Kyle’s stomach, and trapped against Johnny’s mouth.

Kyle hooked his hands under your thighs before setting your knees onto the mattress, pushing your face down so your ass remained up.

Johnny didn’t once break from your cunt.

You sobbed into Kyle’s shirt, holding onto his hips tightly. “Kyle—“ you trembled. “Ah- I’m-“ you reached behind you to grab onto Johnny’s hand on your ass, keeping you spread for him.

“You cumming baby?”

You nodded your head viciously.

Johnny fucked his tongue along your clit to those words and you pushed back onto him as you were cumming.

“Fuck.” Johnny gasped as he lapped into you again.

You whimpered, legs shaking to hold you up as your orgasm edges were still lingering.

“You’ve got a condom?”

“Top drawer. Grab two.” Kyle said as he pulled you up to your hands and knees, cupping your face. “You did so good.” He praised. “Still want it?”

You nodded, “Want you.”

Kyle sucked on your mouth. “How about Johnny? You want him?”

You panned your eyes along Kyle’s face. “Can I?”

“Can she have you?” Kyle asked, glancing over to Johnny standing with two condoms.

“Anytime she wants me.”

Kyle smiled at you. “Then it’s fine with me.” He kissed you again as Johnny peeled his sweats down, rolling his condom on his cock, and gazing over the sight of you on all fours.

“Can I step in?” Johnny’s hand pulled on your hip.

Kyle released you and watched Johnny pull you up to your knees against his chest.

Johnny kissed your neck. “I’m gonna take you apart nice and slow.” He smoothed his hands along your nude body, stroking your nipples and rubbing your thighs. “You want to sit on my cock and ride me, pretty girl?”

You nodded as you wrapped a hand around the neck of his neck, bringing his mouth to yours.

He grunted against your tongue as he grinded his cock along your cheeks. Bringing himself to sit beside Kyle on the bed, he propped a pillow behind his neck.

You climbed into his lap expectantly.

“Turn around.”

You stared at Johnny’s sure eyes and turned until your back was to him, holding his thighs.

His hands smoothed along your back, Gaz’s hands playing with your hair again.

You grinded along Johnny’s cock under you, slick and lube from the condom making you excessively sticky.

Johnny groaned as he pushed you up on your knees, holding his cockhead to your hole, and watched you sink down slowly.

You moaned, leaning forward on your palms, and rocked back and forth to ease yourself down.

“Fuckin— “ Johnny cried out behind you, stomach clenching, and he gasped when you swallowed all of him inside. “God, you feel good.”

Kyle rubbed your back and ass as you grinded against his cock, making little noises as you bounced. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing so well for Johnny.”

You fucked yourself back slowly, his hands holding your rotating hips, and Kyle’s praise filling your head. You let your head tip back, and a hand gently tugged on it.

You were pulled back flush to Johnny’s chest, legs unfolded under you until your feet were flat on the bed, and Johnny’s hands stroked along your thighs.

“Lift up your hips.” He instructed.

As you did, he secured his hands under your back to keep your hips elevated. Then he was pushing up into you.

You cried out, baring your neck as he fucked you. Firmly pushing up against your cervix, you were breaking apart again in his hands. You arched your back, meeting his thrusts, and listened to the stagger of his breath with each.

Johnny teethed along your shoulder. “You gonna cum for me again?”

You shook your head.

“Not yet.” Kyle said, “You have to touch her first, like this.”

And if Johnny wasn’t holding you up by your hips, you’d fold down. You cried out as Kyle rubbed your clit vigorously, kissing your open mouth, and down your chest.

Johnny underneath you began panting harder, fucking harder. “Fuck— I wish I could finish in you.” He growled in your ear as he was getting closer to his edge. “Wish I could breed this pussy.”

You let your eyes shut, rolling back in your skull, and went limp as another orgasm buzzed around in your head.

Johnny grunted as he came, filling the condoms and still fucking into you. He dropped your hips onto his, and collected his breath.

Kyle soothed his hands along your sides before bringing a hand to your sternum, knuckles rubbing firmly.

It brought you back from pleasure. Maybe even an orgasm coma.

You licked your lips.

“Good?”

You nodded softly.

Kyle hooked his arms under your sweaty back, hoisting you into his arms to kiss you.

Johnny collected himself, eyes shut in exhaustion.

Kyle tongue was slow and sensual against yours. A beat slower than before, and definitely softer than a second ago. “You still want me?” He asked.

You nodded.

Kyle hit Johnny’s stomach with the back of his hand, and he flinched. “Get me the lube from the drawer.”

You kissed along Kyle’s throat, knowing he was going to work you open. Only because your pussy couldn’t take another hit right now.

Johnny grumbled as he sat up, grabbing it from the drawer and set it and himself back on the mattress.

Kyle brought your mouth to his as he lathered his fingers. “Hold yourself open for me.”

You pressed your cheek to his shoulder as you reached behind, holding your cheeks apart as he ran cool gel along your hole. You clenched as he was already pushing in.

“No fucking way.” Johnny groaned, watching you take Kyle’s fingers. “You’ve got a real gift.”

Kyle chuckled as he kissed your neck. “Yeah I do.” He fucked his fingers in a quick manner, crooking his fingers against your rim, and stretching you to three thick fingers. “You think you’re ready for me?”

You nodded, releasing your cheeks to straddle him and hold yourself steady over his bare cock.

Kyle wrapped himself up, stroking his still hard cock with more lube, and bringing it to your hole. “Nice and slow.” He instructed.

You rolled your hips as his tip breached, meeting his hungry mouth and whimpered as he stretched you out.

“Hell.” Johnny groaned as you settled over Kyle’s cock completely and began fucking yourself down to make him cum.

Kyle watched you bounce, held your hips, and stared in amusement as you made it your goal to fuck him senseless. “You look so good taking my cock. Made for it.” He praised, “Wish you could see yourself, dove.”

Johnny’s hand returned to smooth along your ass, before half missing a smack as you bounced.

You whined, clenching over Kyle’s cock.

Kyle grit his teeth and moaned. “Squeeze me again.”

Johnny slapped the other cheek, making full contact this time.

You put your hands on the mattress to steady yourself as you flinched, clenching down.

Kyle pushed up against you. Wrapping his arm around your back, he fucked up into you to chase his orgasm.

“Kyle—“ you gasped when he practically ragdolled you against his cock. “Slow down.” You cried out against his collar.

“Gaz.” Johnny said.

And Kyle slowed to look at him.

“Turn her over.”

With no questions asked, Kyle lifted your hips and his cock fell from your gaping hole. He helped you to turn to straddle reverse cowgirl again, but Johnny put your back flat to Kyle’s chest.

He had peeled off his dirty condom and returned with another. He put his knees on the bed. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” Kyle mumbled, bringing his cock back to your hole.

You sunk down easily with a cry. But Johnny’s cockhead was at your cunt again, pushing in. You pushed your head back at the full pressure of being stuffed in both holes.

Kyle grunted, soothing his hands along your thighs.

“This feel okay?” Johnny asked.

You had your back arched over Gaz’s stomach as you cried out, “YES.”

Johnny chuckled as Kyle smiled. “That’s the most enthusiastic reply I’ve heard yet.”

Kyle pushed up into you as Johnny pulled out.

So overwhelmed with the full and empty sensation, you were pliant against both men’s demands. Johnny fucked his hips in shorter bursts, meeting Kyle’s languished thrusts and grinds of his cock.

You didn’t know whose mouth was on your neck, or who’s hands were on your waist, but you were thrumming with overstimulating energy. Orgasm after orgasm, you could’ve sworn you had already cum again when fingers started flicking your clit.

“Already had enough?” Gaz teased Johnny as his hips staggered.

“You?” He feigned strength but he was pushing it with another orgasm.

“Never tired of this.” He picked up pace, rocking in short motions.

You grew in volume again. “Johnny.” You cried as he suckled on your nipples, pinching the other.

“Oh. Say it again, pretty girl.” He resumed puncturing thrusts regardless of exhaustion. “Say my name again.” He clasped a hand at your throat again, bringing you forward.

“Johnny.” You sighed.

He was fucking with vigor before kissing you hard, teeth pinching, tongue hungry. He tangled a hand in your hair, still holding your throat, and fucked you as he was cumming again.

Kyle rubbed your lube and slick covered clit in circles, fucking into you until you and him were cumming simultaneously. He fucked you through the tightness.

Your body was limp over him once again.

Your holes were empty as they slipped from you.

A blanket was drawn over your quivering body, lungs on fire. A hand cradled your face, lips over yours, and another pair on your neck. You cracked your eyes open to see Johnny holding your face. Kyle pulled your face from Johnny’s hands, kissing you too.

He pulled you into his chest as Johnny lingered at yours, suckling your flesh with softness.

“You with me?” Kyle peppered your mouth with little kisses.

You kissed back every time you could, too buzzed out to bother moving.

Johnny kissed the corner of your mouth, taking up space alongside Kyle's kisses. Or rather jealous of his mouth on yours as he pushed in alongside Gaz's. "You did so well."

Gaz hummed in agreement.

"And to think I'd been missing out on this the entire time." Johnny chuckled. "You've got a real prize."

"I do." He said in delight, stroking his hands along your stomach.

You shut your eyes in exhaustion as both men kissed your mouth, still hungry for more but feeding on scraps.

"You plan on sleeping in?" Gaz asked, the pair of them going on in conversation as if you didn't just get your soul fucked out of you.

"If you don't have to get up in the morning early. I've got physical training shit at 9am."

"Don't have to be up until 8am. If that doesn't bother you."

"Doesn't bother me at all." Johnny hummed against your neck as he kissed there. "If it means I get to fuck her in the morning."

"It's her favorite way to wake up."

"Fucking hell."

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guttergirlcore · 10 months

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East Coast Baby III (JJ Maybank x reader)

WARNINGS // NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, possessive behavior, stalking, mentions of alcohol and drug use, jealousy, manipulation, toxicity, gaslighting, non-canon ages, pogue!reader, she/her reader, mentions of familial trauma, Luke jump-scare, angst, bit of smut at the end

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Synopsis // Running from a trauma-addled past, you arrive in OBX to find some peace. Shortly after, a series of strange events ensue, drawing your circle smaller and smaller, eventually driving you into the arms of one JJ Maybank. What you hadn't realized, however, is how difficult it would be to escape the one person you never thought you'd have to run from.

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You were starting to settle into the Pogue life.

Gathered outside The Chateau, Pope swung lazily in the hammock, Kie sat cross-legged on an overturned bucket, and you and JJ sat on a long, wide log, legs pressed together at your close proximity.

You had been hanging with the Pogues for a solid week now, though you all saw increasingly less and less of John B.- a fact that set Kiara on edge.

“You do realize he’s hanging out with that bitch, Sarah Cameron, right?” Kie said to the group, aggravated.

You were familiar enough with the island at this point to recognize the name. Sarah Cameron: Rafe’s sister and daughter to the Kook King, Ward Cameron. You remembered seeing her standing next to Topper that night at The Boneyard, though the two of you hadn’t had any interaction.

“Well, John B. is working for her father- so yeah, she’s gonna be around him, Kie,” Pope said, exasperated.

“You don’t get it, okay? This is, like, the beginning of the end. He’s gonna start hanging out with her and not us. Soon it’ll be all Sarah, no Pogues. What happened to P4L? I mean, am I the only one concerned about this shit?” She stared pointedly at the rest of your group.

“Uh, yeah”

“Yup.” Pope and JJ replied in quick succession.

Kie threw up her hands and stalked off inside John B.’s unlocked house. Pope shot you and JJ an apologetic look as he chased her inside, leaving the two of you alone.

JJ moved his hand over to your knee and you jumped slightly and the unexpected touch.

“What? It’s okay to touch you, right?” JJ asked, smirking.

You noticed how touchy JJ had become since the morning you woke up entangled in his arms after the party at the Boneyard. That morning, you quietly slipped out of his grasp and walked home before you had to endure the usual awkwardness that would be sure to follow if he were awake, but JJ hadn’t mentioned it since.

That was several days ago, however, and you were slowly becoming more accustomed to his penchant for physical contact. You dared say you even liked it.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you smiled back at him, placing your hand atop his. JJ’s skin glowed a warm amber in the afternoon light.

“Hey, I wanted to tell you that you’re sort of formally invited to our secret surf spot,” he smiled. “’ Our’ as in the Pogues,” he further clarified.

“Oh, and when were you planning on telling me about this super sick top-secret spot?” you laughed lightheartedly.

“Well, we had a council meeting and decided to initiate you... seeing as we’re kind of together now-” JJ looked up at you, his normally cocky smirk dissolving into nervousness.

You were a bit surprised if you were being honest. It was definitely true that you had grown closer to JJ than the others in the past week, and the two of you already admitted your feelings freely. And you certainly didn’t forget the night after the Boneyard- but a gnawing feeling told you that this was moving too fast. Still, you liked JJ, right? What was the point in prolonging the inevitable? You and JJ were bound to get together, so what was the holdup?

“We are together, right?” JJ asked after a beat.

“I’d like that, yeah,” you admitted. JJ’s wide grin returned immediately.

“But I have to tell you something... and you’re really not gonna like it,” you said in your most serious tone.

“What is it?” JJ asked, the look of concern returning to his features.

“I don’t know how to surf.”

“Shit, I can teach you that,” JJ laughed, visibly relieved. “Challenged accepted.”

You laughed with him. “Game on.”

You, JJ, Pope, and Kie sat around talking until the light started to dim in the sky. John B. never made a reappearance, which was sure to stir up some shit tomorrow.

After a while, JJ dropped you off back home before heading to his. The whole ride there, he kept thinking about what you told him.

You’re together.

He was sure he was smiling like an absolute dork, but he couldn’t help it. You were his now, and you always would be if he had any say in it.

JJ thought back to the morning after the Boneyard party. You had slipped out of his grasp like smoke, gone before he even had the sense to wipe the sleep from his eyes. How had he been so deep in sleep that he didn’t notice you leave him?

Truly, it was all because of you anyway. He hadn’t slept like that in months- so soundlessly, so deeply. It was as if your near presence entranced him in a coma-like state. He hadn’t been able to sleep through the night since, constantly getting up and pacing the floors. When that grew tiresome, JJ found himself making the trek to your house on foot, mindful not to wake you with the sound of his motorbike. He’d make his way around the house to your window, hoping that the mere sight of you would soothe him enough to find some sleep, but he was always disappointed to find his view obstructed by the heavy curtains you pulled closed at night.

You were so cautious, so guarded. JJ wouldn’t let you be that way with him, though. He wouldn’t let you slip away ever again.

Just as JJ let his mind travel to darker, perverse thoughts of you, he pulled into his yard and saw the dark lump of someone passed out on the porch sofa. Luke.

Careful not to wake him, JJ turned off his bike and dismounted as quietly as possible. His boots softly crunched on the ground. As he made it to the front of the house, the three steps creaked under his weight. He silently cursed to himself, but Luke was still dead to the world on the sofa.

If only that were really the case, JJ thought.

He was almost to the door when his foot came crashing down onto a discarded beer can. The aluminum crunched and popped, startling Luke out of sleep.

In seconds, Luke was up, grabbing at the collar of JJ’s t-shirt.

“Who told you to wake me, boy?” Luke screamed, spit flying from his alcohol-scented mouth. “You have any idea how long I’ve been working? I don’t deserve a minute of fucking sleep, huh?”

JJ pushed him back and he stumbled, his balance unsteady from his beverage of choice.

Usually, JJ would ignore Luke. Let him have his tantrums and then get the hell out of dodge. But here he was, yelling at JJ about interrupting his moment of peace- did Luke ever worry about what he was interrupting? JJ should be the one pissed at Luke for interrupting his thoughts of you- the only thing that gave him any peace these days.

“You don’t work,” JJ spat bitterly. “Moving drugs for some third-grade dropout for four dollars an hour doesn’t count.”

“You little shit-” Luke jumped back at JJ, fisting his shirt and throwing him against the house. He threw punch after punch until JJ’s knees buckled and he doubled-over onto the wooden floor of the porch.

One thought persisted in his mind as Luke’s steel-toed boots met his stomach: he needed to find you.

A repetitive tapping noise sounded at your window, and you jumped when you noticed JJ’s face looming in the darkness behind the curtains.

You crossed the room, pulling open the window pane. JJ wasted no time climbing in like he’d been doing it all his life.

“I had to see you,” he said a little shakily.

You examined his expression a bit closer at the waver in his usually strong, confident voice. His eyes were a little glossed-over and shifty, his eyebrows drawn together, hard lines appearing between them. Was he drunk? High, maybe? You had only just separated for the night an hour or two ago, but you knew he liked to partake in both from time to time, so you wondered.

No, you thought. You knew this look. It was one you’d seen appear on your own face for too long. It was fear in its purest form.

“JJ, what’s wrong?” you asked, concerned now. JJ was always so sure of himself. You thought just about nothing could rattle him.

He said nothing, only pulling you into a near-bone-crushing hug. Your body relaxed into his, allowing him to be soothed by your presence.

“I just really had to be near you,” JJ whispered into your shoulder, his head nestled there.

He was really worrying you now, but you knew better than to pry. You rubbed circles on his back until he picked his head up, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I want to kiss you,” he breathed, hardly audible. His soft pink lips were mere inches from yours.

You took a sharp intake of breath. “Then do it.”

That was all the permission JJ needed. His lips met yours in a heated kiss, his hands finding your waist and squeezing tightly as if he would never let you go. Both of you were out of breath when you finally pulled apart, JJ’s hands never leaving your body.

“Some kiss,” you chuckled lightly, head buzzing from his nearness. He crushed you to his body in another hug and you slipped your hands up the back of his shirt, craving his warmth. When your hands met wetness, you pulled back. Crimson red stained the tips of one hand.

“JJ, what the fuck?” You stepped back and lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing the lower purple and black bruises dotting his abdomen. There were a few shallow cuts present along his torso- the source of the blood. “Take this off,” you demanded.

JJ obliged, allowing you to gently ease him out of his shirt. You stifled the horrible combination of a sob and gasp in your throat.

Your fingers reached out, ghosting over the wounds at his sides, your eyes meeting his in a question you weren’t sure you wanted the answer to.

“Um, so my dad’s back...” JJ cast his gaze down to the floor, hand wrapping loosely around your lifted wrist.

“JJ, what the fuck,” you repeated, angrily this time. “You should have told me,” you shook loose from him, stalking off to the bathroom to grab the first aid supplies.

“I did tell you,” JJ started as you reentered your room.

“You told me your dad drinks too much, not that he hits you,” you emphasized.

“It doesn’t matter. You couldn’t have done anything anyway.”

“I wouldn’t have let you go back to him,” you stared at him incredulously. “And you aren’t going back to him tonight. You’re staying here, with me.”

JJ’s blue eyes met yours, unshed tears welling there. You grasped his arms, guiding him down into the soft chair in the corner of your room. You plopped down on the floor in front of him, soaking cotton in an antiseptic spray. You dabbed at some of the nastier cuts and JJ winced.

“Sorry J,” you said apologetically.

“No, it’s fine. It feels nice, really. You’re a lot gentler than my old man,” he laughed, though now it was your turn to wince.

How could JJ’s dad do this to him? JJ looked like a sad, beaten puppy in your armchair, vulnerable and exposed. How could he do this?

Of course, you knew very well how he could. It was the same way your father could.

Before you could be entirely swallowed by the dark memories threatening to pull you back, JJ spoke again.

“You’re good at this. At taking care of people, I mean.”

You smiled at him sadly. “I’ve had practice. You’re not the only one with shitty parents.”

A look of recognition and then horror crossed JJ’s face. How had he not guessed it? It was all there. There in the way you jumped at loud noises. There in the way you tried your damnedest to isolate yourself from everyone entirely. It was why you were so gentle with him. Because you knew what it was to have to be tough.

Even though he wanted to give you time to open up to him on your own, he had to know now.

“Tell me.” He demanded, almost angry sounding.

“Not much more to tell than what you’ve probably guessed. My dad likes to hit. Things, walls, people.” you shrugged. “I used to take care of my mom like this when they got into it,” you said as you gently rubbed cream into the darker bruises.

JJ was silent for several seconds, just staring into your face. Was it pity he was feeling towards you? He was in a similar situation now, and you figured he’d understand, but maybe not. You briefly questioned if you should have told him anything at all.

Just as your face was growing hot from a nagging feeling of shame, JJ spoke in a deep tone.

“Come here,” he instructed, taking your hand and pulling you onto his lap.

Straddling him, he placed his hands on both sides of your face as you leaned into a deep kiss. He pulled back after a long moment.

“No one is ever going to touch you like that again. Not while I’m here,” he said, gravely serious.

You wanted to believe him, but as JJ’s shirtless, battered torso lay beneath you, you understood the utter helplessness of both of your situations.

Still, your eyes misted with unexpected tears. No one had cared so fiercely for you before. It felt nice if you were honest.

Before you could respond, JJ’s lips were back on yours, kissing you with a newfound hunger. One of his hands traveled down to your throat while the other cupped the underside of your ass. Soon his kisses were trailing a blazing hot path down your neck and chest.

“JJ, wait...” you gasped, breathless by the sudden pace.

JJ instantly pulled back, concern building in his eyes.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

You thought for a moment. “No,” you breathed before your mind could catch up to your mouth.

“Good,” he grunted out. JJ’s lips resumed their spot on your neck while his hands went to the hem of your shirt, pulling up and over your head so that you were both bare from the waist up.

His mouth instantly attached to your erect nipple, swirling his tongue along the mound. You tossed your head back- the warm, wet confines of his mouth sucking your sensitive skin in just the right way to elicit a moan from your lips.

He shifted his hips up and you gasped at the hard bulge pressed against your core. You instinctively ground down on him, pulling a strangled moan from his throat.

He stood abruptly with you in his arms, your legs instantly wrapping around his hips.

“I need you right now,” JJ panted into your mouth, your hands tangling in his soft hair.

“You have me,” you whispered in response.

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moonlightspencie · 1 year

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tricks up your sleeve

Part 2 of ‘the sweetest con’

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

<- PART ONE

I twisted the ring on my finger, unsure why I still had it on, but not taking it off. It was something that used to mean so much: a lifetime commitment, love, a family. Now it was a flash of gold that served to feed my nervous habit.

Jack was due to go home at any moment. He was fast asleep, and it was everything in me not to wake him in order to soak in every moment. Instead, I watched his little eyelids flutter as he dreamed in my bed. He looked so tiny on such a large mattress. He was tiny. Too small to deal with visits to dad’s house once a week and parents who couldn’t be around one another. I rested my hand against the soft hair on top of his head and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Haley came to take him away five minutes later, giving me the cold shoulder entirely as she carried his sleeping form away. I wished more than anything that I could have given him a real goodbye, scared he would think that the time we spent together was just a long dream when he woke up in a different bed than the one he fell asleep in. Maybe one day he’d be able to forgive me for everything. I hoped he would.

The next phone call I got whisked me away to Florida. We were tracking down a killer who was going after college-aged women, doing things to them I didn’t think I’d ever be comfortable hearing. It made me sick every time, without fail.

It’s a lie to believe that it ever gets easier. It doesn’t. You just have to learn how to deal with a constant barrage of bad news.

I held the door for her as we walked into the house of the latest victim’s parents. She gave me a soft smile and a curt ‘thank you’ before slipping back into the persona she puts on to speak with others on the job. I let her take the lead, admiring the way she could break down walls so easily. Her voice was soft and sounded like silk as she spoke. She occasionally looked at me to give a word or two, though I much preferred to let her continue without my interruption. The family responded so well to her.

“That went surprisingly well,” she muttered under her breath as we walked back to the car.

“Of course it did. You always know what to say,” I noted, a tiny small pulling at my lips.

We got in the car, and she looked at me, unimpressed.

“You’re being such a suck-up. Remind me, who’s the head of the unit, again?” she asked, a cheeky smile on her face.

My own smile came through now, and I shook my head, pulling out onto the road.

“I’m trying to compliment you. Just take it.”

“You know I don’t take compliments well.”

“I know.”

“Then why do you insist on giving them?”

I sighed. She was so delightfully stubborn sometimes.

“Because you should hear it.”

“I disagree.”

“Disagree all you want. I know you secretly like it,” I said, glancing at her briefly out of the corner of my eye.

“You don’t know anything, Hotchner.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

She laughed, rolling down the window to see the trees and buildings pass us by as we drove along. It suddenly felt so silly and domestic. Her smile still stuck in place as she watched the city, and the radio playing low, a breeze seeping into the usually-stuffy vehicle.

“When was the last time you had a vacation?” she asked.

I hummed, thinking on my answer. It had been a long time, that’s for sure.

“A couple years since I had a real one. Little trips here and there, but I’m not sure those really count.”

“You deserve one. Like, a real vacation. Sitting by the pool and frying like a piece of bacon in the sun. I think that would suit you.”

“A sunburn?”

She laughed again. “No. Relaxation. You don’t get enough of that.”

“It would be nice.”

“Why don’t you take one? You deserve time off more than anyone.”

I shrugged. “Not sure being all alone right now would do me any good.”

“Oh,” she said, going quiet.

“That sounded really—“

“No! No,” she cut me off, almost panicked. “I get it. Maybe we can convince Strauss to let us stay an extra day next time we’re in a warm climate. Then you can hang out with the whole team and get some rest.”

“Does that count as a vacation?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Baby steps, Hotchner. We’ll work you up to a full-fledged one.”

“Right.”

Our time in Florida was short. We were lucky to catch our unsub quickly. Though it meant that, at least for the time being, the woman I was paired with for much of the case would be away from me again. She deserved time to herself, much like she tried to convince me I should have, but I couldn’t help but wish I could stick around her a little longer. It was probably selfish, maybe me slipping down a slope I couldn’t return from, but she made the slide down so comfortable.

I found myself in my bedroom, all alone, but feeling a little less lonely. As if on cue when I started feeling that familiar weight on my chest, she sent me a message.

- ‘I have the sneaking suspicion you’re still awake. If I’m right, please get some sleep. At least for my sake if you won’t do it for your own. I’m bringing you breakfast tomorrow morning and I don’t want to deal with a grumpy Hotch.

- Sweet dreams, boss man.’

I bit back a smile, setting my phone and the wedding band on my finger on the nightstand.

NEXT PART ->

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fairytsuk1 · 2 years

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wrist, thigh, and neck | (s)

my participation for @toji-bunny-girl kinktober!

happy halloween!

pairing: vampire!todoroki shoto x reader

words: 6.2k

summary: it's halloween, and someone's costume is more than cheap fabric bought at spirit halloween. they embody the character completely that you can't tell between fiction or reality. what exactly is shoto todoroki?

warnings: BLOOD KINK, virgin!female reader, sub!reader, frat party, alcohol usage, mentions of death, biting, cunnilingus, protected sex, mild dumbification, slight dub/con at the end but unrelated to sex, explicit language

“You’re telling me that you don’t even think about it? I mean, how?!”

You’re sitting like a child, knees pulled up to your chest, as Mina looks at you incredulously.

“I mean, of course I do! I just don’t know who I’d even do it with, you know?” your teeth worry your lip, tugging the flesh and biting at the skin.

Mina sighs and grabs your Squishmallow; she’s at a loss for words and desperately wants you to get out of your shell, “well, you can’t be a virgin forever! Okay, wait, what if you told me who you wouldn’t mind doing it with! You know, like if they asked, it’d automatically be a yes!”

He pops into your head because, of course, he does. Shoto Todoroki. You were a college student, for god’s sake. I mean, you were taking biochem! Stuff like that didn’t matter, and you’d hardly ever even spoken to Todoroki enough to imply a romantic attraction.

But everything about him was alluring. It pisses you off that he makes your heart stutter in your chest and press your thighs together all ’cause of those piercing eyes.

He was hot, and maybe you had a crush on him.

“Wait! Don’t tell me, I know! It’s Todoroki, isn’t it?”

“Wha—no! No, why would you think that? I mean, we barely even talk,” the words come out jumbled and frantic; your secret was out to who knows how many people? It wasn’t like that, you swore to Mina, but she’d already crossed her arms and grinned devilishly, “Mina, you can’t tell anyone!”

“I’m not! Of course not, but I knew you felt something for him. I bet he made you think of love, of those strong muscles under his shirt, of his cock—“

“You are seriously so gross!!”

It felt so taboo, you’d touched yourself, of course, but you’d never even seen a guy’s dick in person unless you counted the shared baths you and Midoriya took as children.

And Todoroki’s dick… you’d heard stories. He didn’t get around too much, but the girls who were lucky to receive it claimed he was as good as Zeus. You’d never know. There was no way Todoroki might be into you, and false hope always led to disappointment.

“Nothing will probably even happen. I mean… guys don’t want virgin girls.”

“Maybe you should ask him yourself; you know he’s going to the Halloween party hosted by Sero’s frat. And if not Todoroki, I’m still betting on you and Midoriya!”

A flash of disgust makes you grimace. Midoriya was a nice childhood friend, but even just thinking of him romantically makes your stomach flip. Just no.

“Do you really think I should go? I have an invite.”

“I think you should! What’s the worst that could happen?”

Supposedly, a lot. None of it had even started at the actual party. It began with you eating after your stats class. A familiar voice, Midoriya, calls out to you, and you’re inclined to smile until you see who’s with him. Todoroki, covered head to toe in black and looking sluggish at best, was he sick? Why is he–or better yet, they coming over here?!

“You finished stats already?”

“Oh! Um, yeah! We got let out early, so….”

Midoriya nods in understanding before glancing over at Todoroki, “have you guys met before?”

You’re quick to nod in response, the urge to ramble wanting to spill out of you is a natural reaction, but a deep baritone voice cuts you off (you have to refrain from whimpering.)

“We have. You’re a biochem major, right?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I am, and you’re doing history, right?”

“Mhm. With a focus on ancient mythology, have you heard of it?”

“I don’t know too much, really! It sounds cool!”

“...Maybe I can teach you sometime.”

Your childhood friend nods eagerly, citing that Todoroki was an expert on ancient myths, “you’d think he’s lived it with the way he talks about it!”

Todoroki shrugs, and you clock that he seems to be done talking, but his eyes are piercing your body and soul. It’s overwhelming, and it’s attractive.

Midoriya checks the time and rubs your shoulder affectionately at his disappointment of having to leave, and Todoroki nods politely until they’re both crossing the grass together. You still feel out of it, like none of this even happened because… what exactly did he mean?”

“‘Maybe I can teach you sometime?!’ He wants to fuck!”

“Oh my god, maybe he’s just being polite. It’s not my expertise, really,” you sigh and sip your iced coffee, “I mean, you don’t think…?”

“He’s gonna teach you how to suck his dick. I’m sure of it!”

Your coffee spills out your mouth, and you roll your eyes, “again! I’ve seen porn; I know what to do, Mina.”

“Then prove it,” and she’s turning herself around with her bright pink hair and holding her hand out, “if you actually get it on with Todoroki on Friday, I’ll do your laundry for the next month.”

A game with no losers, “and if I get cold feet… I get to do yours?”

“Yup! For your sake, I’m actually looking forward to doing your laundry if it means you’re going out of your comfort zone! This is huge for you! I’m excited even; we’ll go to the party together,” a true friend, she shakes your hand and pecks your cheek, “and tell me how big it is when you see it, I need to prove Jirou wrong.”

The two of you giggle like schoolgirls, but the challenge weighs in your mind as you take notes or wash your face. It follows you like a cloud over your head. Was this going to even be possible?

Would Todoroki even want you on Friday night? What if he’s kissing some other girl?

“Just don’t overthink it! I think the cat costume is cute; it’s a Halloween party! I mean, do you think the Alien Queen costume is weird?”

“What?! No, you were made to be an Alien Queen!”

You playfully slap her on the bottom and grin, “I think everyone else is gonna like it too.”

“Says you! The way your hips sway, and the tail? I’ll just keep you to myself; no Todoroki for you!”

Smiling, you take her into your arms and sway in a hug together, “I’m nervous, but I’m gonna do it. I didn’t take those two shots for nothing!”

She gently nods and grips your hands, smiling so sweetly at you that you’re sure you could fall in love with her. Maybe in another universe, “ready to go?”

With a resounding “yup,” the door slams, and you’re shivering in the cold as you make your way to Sero’s frat. Tau Phi Delta is known for its surplus of alcohol, and, well, Todoroki always goes there. Apparently, it’s something due to the lights, and you’re keenly aware once the two of you walk in that there are hardly any lights.

But you see him in the corner chatting, drink in his hand, and face relaxed. His cape flutters before falling back on his shoulders, and you think you should go and say hi, but then Kaminari appears. By the time you look back again, he’s gone.

“Are you having a good time? You look really pretty!”

Kaminari’s swaying into your arms, and you’re quick to lean him against the wall when you hear the swish of alcohol dropping onto the floor, “really? Thank you! I am having a good time!”

“Yeah, I always thought you were hot but never said anything! I thought you were with Midoriya….”

Your heart twinges, but you’re happy to have seen him and Uraraka disappear off somewhere. Maybe this would finally dispel the rumors! Then, you’re daring to be bold, and the words are tumbling out before you can even think to say anything.

“I’m actually looking for someone else tonight!”

‘Wha? Who?! Me?!”

“No! No, I’m looking for Todoroki. Have you seen him?”

“Todoroki?! What? You can’t date Todoroki! Or, or have sex with him,” he looks around frantically before leaning over, “don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

Kaminari’s soft lips move, but then a hand is on your shoulder. You think of your friend, but suddenly Todoroki seems so much taller and broader that you feel like a newborn fawn under his gaze. Kaminari straightens up, and your instinct makes you feel like a bunny running from a wolf because something isn’t right!

“I have never seen you so drunk, Kaminari,” Todoroki glances down at you before running his thumb over the curve of your shoulder, “I think Sero needs some help with the kegs.”

Kaminari stares dumbly before nodding, “yeah, yeah. I’ll go do that!”

You look back at Todoroki before taking a shaky step back. Why did it feel so cold? Why were his hands so cold?...

“What’s wrong? Are you afraid of vampires?”

His eyes shine a gold ring before he blinks it away. You’re dumbfounded and shaking your head, “I like vampires.”

A relaxed, sexy grin grows on his face as he leans over even more to pronounce the height and size he has over you. He simply breathes you in. You smell so good that he feels his fingers twitch with the urge to grab you and slice open your tender flesh to taste your sweet nectar.

“I’d hope so. You were looking for me?”

You’re not sure what it is. Maybe your pre-gaming had taken you down the wrong path because while something inside you stroked the heat of fear growing, it also stroked the fire of arousal that was swirling within your tummy.

Has Todoroki always looked so enchanting? Had he always had such a yellow glow to his eyes? When you first bumped into him, he looked so dead. The dull, pale skin highlighted the scar that turned his smooth skin into a land of rugged wrinkles and tenderness. Mina’s voice echoes in your head and yells at you to kiss him or take his hand in yours and guide him upstairs.

“Do you wanna dance?”

He seems to mull it over, eyes raking the crowd before settling on you with an eerily calm look, “alright. Let me get another drink first. Do you want one too?”

His hand comes to cup your cheek, and your head tilts too quickly because your shirt is exposing more of the curve of your jaw and the pulse point Todoroki knows is there. You were so soft, so malleable, and you smelled so fucking good. He was drunk on your smell, the way he knew that you were soaking your panties all because he turned you into the submissive girl you are. The girl you’ve always been, the one no one had bothered to show you that you had in you.

He wanted to ruin you and felt the soft tendrils of arousal swirling when you breathily breathed out that you wanted another drink. If he tried hard enough, he could imagine himself pushing the fat mushroom head of his cock into your tight hole and imagining the whispers of “Shoto” echoing around him.

Then, he’s leaving; if he stood there any longer with your throat bared to him like that… he’s not sure what could happen. You were intoxicating; he had to get out of there. You fiddle with the hem of your skirt, riding off the high that he’d triggered within you. His fingernails felt sharper, and the pressure that kept your head right in his palm made you want to cling to him and never let go.

“Drink some first, it’s too full, and you’ll spill it on the floor.”

You could only nod, taking your lips to the cup and sucking down the strawberry lemonade vodka mix (you were sure it was Kirishima’s idea, and it was a damn good one!) Soft lips encapsulated the cup’s rim, and you swear Todoroki’s eyes glossed over before he blinked back to reality.

“C’mon, you can do better than that,” he sighs and pushes a stray hair from your face, “wanna see you work for it. You don’t wanna waste your drink, hm?”

It shouldn’t be sexual; it’s not sexual! But then you imagine yourself under Todoroki as he guides your hair into a ponytail so he can slip into your virgin throat and groan, “you’re so good. You know that; you’re so sweet for letting me fuck your throat.”

Maybe he’d call you precious. Maybe he’d take your lips into a feverish kiss as his canines graze the soft skin of your lip. Perhaps he’d tug it just to hear you whine and whimper because you know there’s no escape. He has you right where he wants you.

“I’ll do it for you,” you smile and finish with a gulp that leaves juice spilling down your chin and dripping onto your cleavage, “see?”

His eyes watch the liquid dribble down your chin and spill onto the softness of your breast; he can feel the tenderness in his gums as the urge to unhinge his jaw and BITE!

“Todoroki?”

“What?...”

“Are you okay? Do you wanna go dance?”

He’s rendered speechless, acutely aware of how his nails drawback; he almost did something unforgivable. He wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to dance with the hard-on sitting heavily in his dress pants, but every time you turned back to smile at him, he wanted to try for you.

It’s heady in the room blacked out by tarp and strobe lights. The smell of sweat is overwhelming, and Todoroki is thankful he hadn’t drunk too much because this environment makes him want to go into a fucking frenzy.

You make him want to destroy. To condemn the world he lives in because he’s not meant for it, not suited for it.

“I love this song!” you cry, alcohol flushing your face and making your lips pinker, eyes a bit brighter, and steps unstable.

Todoroki reminds himself to reel in his nerves. You’re not just some girl. After bumping into you various times, he found his heart beating out his base needs for thirst and hunger. He wanted to hear you talk about your major, to hold your hand in his, and to tell you that the rumors were true.

That this wasn’t a costume. That he… he’s not thinking clearly. Everything smells much sweeter, and you’re getting closer to him. He’s getting drunk, getting almost sick because it’s been so long, and you’re right there. Visions of you on top, creaming on his cock and mewling his name juxtaposed with the sight of you panting while he drank and DRANK!

You’re a virgin, too; he’d make it so sweet for you. It’s what you deserve. You’re not innocent, though, and he throws all caution to the wind when you grind up against him. It doesn’t matter if Midoriya gave him a weird look for mentioning that you were cute, not when he’s got a soft body to nestle his body into and feel against his skin.

Someone who can warm him from the inside out and doesn’t need to give him a drink to get drunk. You two stay like that, almost uncaring with how he’s grappling for purchase against your swaying hips and shamelessly bringing you back to rock against his present hardness.

“You make me feel so…” you’re panting as the next 2000s pop song begins to play, and Todoroki gets even closer, “I made a bet with Mina.”

What are you saying?

“Did you? What was it?”

“That…that we were gonna fuck. That, well, that I wanted too,” and you’re spinning in his grasp to wrap your arms around his shoulders. The boy just within your grasp grins.

“You could’ve just asked, darling.”

“Huh?”

Soft lips graze against your ear, “I’d fuck you anytime you want. When Midoriya said that you were his childhood friend, all I thought was fucking you senseless. No offense to him….”

His hand slides lower, and he can feel the panty line beneath your leather skirt. If everyone else wasn’t as occupied with their own men and women, you’re sure someone would’ve taken a picture.

You’re growing weak in the knees. You’d never thought about his full strength until he’s towering over you and bringing you closer as if you’re a feather he’s plucking.

“When I hear I shouldn’t have something, it makes me want it that much more,” and you two look into each other’s eyes.

Were his canines always that prominent? You barely have time to think about it because his lips are on yours, and it feels like euphoria bursting in your chest like fireworks.

It’s juvenile, teeth clashing against each other and gripping bodies like it’s a lifeline. Todoroki’s lips travel from your swollen lips before traveling down your neck, a shudder echoing in your bones as it grazes where your main artery is. You don’t even see how Todoroki’s eyes glisten in gold and how his jaw opens.

You’ll be eaten alive, and you don’t even know it.

“Todoroki!!”

He’s ripped from your grasp. You don’t know what’s happened, but Midoriya is dragging Todoroki out by the arm, and you’re following.

“Midoriya, stop! What are you doing?!”

You’re stumbling up the stairs, and everyone’s looking at you with such… you don’t even know, but tears are springing to your eyes before you can comprehend. The door is slammed in front of you, and Midoriya shouts that he’ll be out in a minute. Lip wobbly and eyes fat with tears, you rub your arm to self-soothe. Why would he do that? Is something wrong with you?

You don’t even know how long you stand there, waiting for whatever this bullshit conversation is to end. Then, the door opens, and Midoriya rushes to hug you, “are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?”

“Why would he do that?! I’m fine. You’re the one that ruined…!”

Todoroki clears his throat before you two can ruin your friendship. It’s his fault, and he tilts his head.

“I need to talk to you about something,” his eyes flicker to Midoriya’s before back to yours, “he just needed to remind me of something.”

“I’ll be around,” you’ve never seen your friend look so serious. He pulls out his phone, and you give him one last look before walking into the room.

Your heart beats rabbit fast. There’s something different about how Todoroki presents himself now. He looks so… manly. Tall and broad, and his features are sharper. Even his eyes look predatory, like a wolf.

“You know what Midoriya told me?”

He circles you like an animal, “he said I shouldn’t go for you because you’re too innocent. I don’t believe him.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I could smell your dripping cunt ever since we locked eyes,” and he’s bending over with a grin, “I’m saying I don’t care.”

Your noses just barely touch, and there’s a magnetic pull wanting you to be enveloped in him. To burrow into his arms and let him deflower you.

“I know you’re a virgin. I know you want to fuck me. I’m okay with that, but I need you to do something for me.”

You’re nodding, and he motions to your wrist. You feel a bit anxious, yet you’re scooting closer and entranced with the smoothness of his movements. He’s Otherworldly.

All you feel is a pinching pain that makes your toes curl. It makes you squeeze your legs together, and your mouth is dropped in shock because Todoroki is holding your wrist in his mouth, and it’s just red. A hot tongue laves across the puncture mark, and Todoroki downright moans, “you taste so fucking good. The best I’ve had, fuck.”

“Todo—“

“Call me Shoto,” and his head lifts from your wrist, and the blood drips down his chin onto his dress pants, “do you understand now?”

He shifts closer, to the point you’re almost shrinking down to accommodate for his growing presence. Not physically, no, he could dominate you with a mere look.

“You’re… you’re a vampire?”

“And I want you,” he suckles at your wrist once more before leaning back in, “let me taste you, and I’ll fuck you till you faint.”

You shouldn’t let your emotions get ahead of you, but they do. Lips crash into each other, and you think Midoriya is an absolute idiot.

You weren’t innocent. You were desperate to be eaten up. Shoto wanted to make you a victim, and you’re not sure if it’s the ambrosia laced into his tongue, teeth, and lips, but it doesn’t seem so bad for some reason.

“Bite me,” and he’s grinning into the kiss, hands grabbing your sides to bring you on top of him.

It worked out perfectly for the both of you, and you think Shoto might be even more attractive with those flecks of gold in his eyes. Soft, pillowy thighs are seated on top of him, and it’s a treat to see the vampire so flushed with tinged red fangs, “want more.”

Laughing, you hold your wrist above his mouth, and he looks like a dog begging for a bone.

“I never took you to be so submissive,” you mumble, delicate fingers dipping under his dress shirt to feel skin glazed with sweat that you know holds so much power, “everyone said you were this big, strong, quiet guy, but….”

“Enough. Give me a taste,” he huffs, and you’re quick to move your wrist away, “really? Do you want to play this game?”

Pretending to mull it over, you sigh as your clothed clit rubs against the apparent bulge, desperate to be free from his confines, “I don’t know… shouldn’t someone who wants me so bad be a bit nicer? Maybe even beg?”

You don’t even know what’s happened, the wind cracks your hair, and you’re swiftly pinned under him with your legs folded up. He’d be breeding you if he was fucking you, sticky balls squished against your ass as he squeezed your neck just to make your eyelids flutter; he wanted you to go dumb.

“I never beg. If I want something, I take it,” and then he’s piercing your soft flesh again and letting the beads of red drip down the curve of your arm, “now, are you going to be good for me now?”

The breaths come out shaky as you nod, “mhm. ‘M sorry.”

Lips dance on the tip of your nose before passing by and pressing themselves against your own lip gloss leaving just a hint of its sticky residue on his lips that he’s eager to lick off, “you’re okay. You just need to listen to me. I’ll make you feel good. It’s what you want, right?”

The tables have turned immensely with the way he grinds his dick into your heat, a whine coming out as you needily beg for him to actually get going. Sitting back on his heels, his grand cape is shed, and you can see how his muscles flex and stretch under the white button-up. His sweat comes through the shirt, bits, and pieces of it sticking to his skin that you can even see a flash of his nipples poking through.

It’s incredible. It’s a sight you’re sure that porn could never even compete with. The hardness in his pants and nimble fingers (with added sharp fingernails) unbutton every button with a quickness that only someone desperate would have. The moonlight through the windows makes you drip in your panties, only breaking contact to reach for your distressed top until a hand pulls your arms away.

“Wait, I want to slowly take you apart,” he says calmly, like he isn’t making your hips buck with every word, “just let me take care of you, don’t rush.”

A white dress shirt slips off and lands in a crumpled pile at the edge of the bed, and then Shoto is encouraging you to shift up, and he’s taking your shirt off himself. He’s slow, liking the mini strip tease you give him by wiggling and extending your limbs like there’s a camera on you. It’s beautiful, the cleavage that stuffs your bra along with your mildly embarrassed face that looks everywhere but him.

He can’t have that, and a sharp nail traces your mandible before gripping your cheeks in the way that your lips puff out, “I want you to look at me, hm?”

Shoto doesn’t even ask if you can do that if you’re capable because he knows you’ll listen. You’re so weak, a fragile human; there’s no way you wouldn’t listen, knowing he has the power to drain you of your life force. He never would (you’re too cute), but he could, leading you both to lock your eyes as he pulls away your bra.

“You have such pretty tits, all soft and puffy nipples,” he almost gets lost in your chest, fingers tweaking soft skin that makes your back arch, “wanna suck on them.”

Your hands thread into his hair, whining a “yes” as a warm mouth encapsulates your tit, sucking and tongue laving over the sensitive skin. It feels incredible, and it’s not surprising that so many raved about Shoto’s mouth, hands, or cock; he knows what he’s doing. Sharp teeth give the tease of danger as you feel the tip of it drag across your breasts, and while you know you should feel fear… you just feel the slick pooling in your thighs.

He takes a breath, spreading the shine down the middle of your chest, “you’re so weak.”

“What?”

“I said…” he pauses, mulling over his next course of action before he rips your panties clean off with a single finger, “you’re so weak. I could snap you like I snapped those pretty panties, but I won’t.”

You’re rising to your elbows, about to say something, until you feel a hot tongue licking between your thighs, spreading your pussy open like a starving man devouring you.

“Shoto! W-Wait! I wasn’t…!”

He’s relentless, lips pursing around your clit and sucking. Your warbled moans are shrieky and high, and you know someone is passing by the room with mischievous glances as you cry out his name like you’re in prayer.

Shoto works his tongue through your folds, groaning because you taste so fucking good, and he’s borderline inhaling your scent. He’s high off it. Just like the warmth of your blood, his hands pull you by your ass closer, so he can suck every ounce of liquid gold out of you till you’re creaming on his tongue like the good girl you are.

Retracting his nails, his eyes are on you as he slides in a long slender finger. Your walls desperately contract around him, and he growls when your hips begin to cant away from him like you want to run away; you can’t.

“Don’t move; look at me.”

“Wanna cum, wanna cum so bad! Please, please, please,” you lock eyes with him and nearly throb at the way the orbs are shining, and your wetness is spread across his face like you threw a water balloon at him. He’s glistening, and it’s all because you get horny over fucking vampires, “lemme cum on your face, want, wanna….”

Suckling your clit and petting your walls, he can only imagine how you’ll feel when he spears you on his cock and makes you shudder because he’s so deep; he wants to be practically in your stomach. Then, you’re tightening dangerously around him, “gonna cum! Gonna, wait, it’s…!”

For a moment, you feel nothing. A euphoric feeling starts low in your tummy till you’re bucking and wailing; Shoto can’t help but admire you in this state (knowing that he was the only one who’s made you squirt before) as you writhe on the bed. You’re nearly brought to tears, hole gushing and leaking, while he just cleans you up as if it’s no big deal. Shoto acts as if he hadn’t just made you see stars on his fingers, and you hardly feel like you can breathe as he works you down.

A hand taps your cheek as your eyes flutter, “still with me? I want a thank you,” and you tilt your head to the side wordlessly. An eye for an eye and the piercing feeling gives you aftershocks as your head soars into the clouds.

He’s grinding into you, cradling your head and lapping at the blood that’s beginning to nearly stream down onto the soft pillows. A monstrous growl rumbles in his chest because–fuck, he could cum like this. He suckles a minute more before rushing to undo his belt buckle and free himself from the confines of precum-soaked boxers.

“Condom…?”

Laughter comes out of both of you. You were nearly drained of all living thoughts, yet you’re still coherent enough to spread your legs and remind him you don’t want a baby. Shoto feels a warmth in his chest, and a voice in his brain tells him he should take you out on a date sometime.

Maybe later, right now, he just wants to stuff his cock in you and carve your insides to fit him and only him. Virgins were his favorite. You sit up, soft hands taking his cock into your hold, and you gaze at it in a sort of wonder, “it’s, um….”

“Go on,” he sighs, watching your wrists flick slowly before you dribble a glob of spit onto his angry, fat head. It mixes with his precum, and he shudders when your thumb massages the mixture into the slit that was steadily leaking, “fuck….”

It’s incredible knowing you can make someone feel so good with a couple strokes of your hand, but Shoto’s eyes are closed, and his mouth is open to breathe. You can see his fangs stained with red piercing through his gums. Working him up, you try to remember everything you’ve heard and learned by focusing on the tip with a gentle hold; you don’t want to hurt him!

A thought worms its way into your head, and you wonder if taking the tip into your mouth would be so bad. You’d never tried it before, and you have half a mind to cover the tips of your teeth before sucking on the flesh. It’s heavy and warm in your mouth that it’s almost overwhelming. Seeing him jump and groan, strong fingers flexing against the urge to push you farther down and fuck into your throat, is worth it.

“Your mouth is so wet and warm, fuck. I’d love to fuck this throat, but…I wanna feel myself deep in your insides.”

His hands tear you away from his cock, a string of spit connecting you two as he rips a condom wrapper to shreds. Shoto eyes you and the condom before taking your hand, “help me put it on.”

It feels oddly intimate, his hand dwarfing yours as the two of you work to roll it on, small “haahs” puffing out of him every time you brush against the vein that runs up the side of his cock. It’s sticky, and you feel a bit anxious knowing that he was actually about to do it now.

“Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not!”

Eyes that say more than words flick up to you as he positions himself over top of you, cock laying on your clit, and you nearly hiccup when he thrusts between your folds to lube himself up.

“You think vampires can’t tell what you’re feeling? You reek of anxiety and of arousal. This pretty pussy wants me, but this,” a sharp finger taps your temple, “is telling you to run away. Do you know why?”

“W-Why?”

“Because I’m a monster.”

In one fell swoop, he’s bullying his cock into your tight hole and puncturing your wrist simultaneously. You’ve got the voice of an angel, eyes rolling back as your back arches as if you want to lift up from the bed. His hips are flush with yours, and he can hardly refrain from pounding into you with the way your gummy walls are nearly choking his cock; it makes him sputter for breath, and blood trails down your arm from his carelessness.

“So big, Sho…!” eyelashes flutter against your cheek, euphoria sailing through your bones as he rocks back into you with a pap.

“I know, I know. You’re doing so well, squeezing me so fucking tight, and I can barely move. You’re the best, my favorite girl.”

Apparently, your neediness goes far beyond wanting to be fucked, because being his favorite elicits a clench, and he can see the cream building a white ring around his base. He feels like he hasn’t even started yet, and he’s already ruining you.

“No one’s gonna fuck you like I can,” and there’s more slapping as he begins to get lost in the clenching and the squelching, “you were made to be fucked by me. Midoriya was a fucking idiot. I wanted you the moment I saw you.”

“’S a perfect first time. Love the way you fill me; you’re stretching me!” it’s almost pathetic, drool spilling past the side of your lips as he rocks his hips into you with the power only a superhuman could possess, “I like it, love it!!”

Every sin he’s committed, everyone he’s drained… if it all led up to being in your tight pussy he’d do it again and again and again.

“Gonna drain my balls, you’re gonna make me cum so hard. Fuck, lift your legs higher.”

He has to help you, brain addled with the haze of sex and body compensating from the loss of blood that’s steadily dripping onto the sheets. Ankles are placed onto his shoulders, and he’s folding you in half like you’re a toy. You are his own personal fucktoy that he knows he has to keep.

You’re rendered helpless, tears building in your eyes as it feels like he’s working his way into his stomach. In an echo chamber of your soaked pussy, you feel the coils stretching every time the hair just above his base smashes into your clit. You’re sure you’re shining from sweat and slick as he ruins you for anyone in the unforeseeable future.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum!”

“I can feel it, god. I can practically hear it. Make a mess on this cock, baby,” he leans impossibly further, and he’s hitting a spot that sends liquid warmth coursing through your body, “cream all over me. Listen to it all; listen to how good I’m making your first time. It’s good, right?”

“So goo’! So so,” you’re almost there, pussy gaping to accommodate Shoto. Your cock-drunk brain almost wishes he wore no condom so he could actually fill you up.

You’re so much better than he imagined. Every time he fisted his cock in the shower or thought of you under him, he’d never expected it to be so fucking fantastic. He’s losing himself, and the same feeling he had under the strobe lights strikes him. He’s not thinking right, and he knows this when he shifts you just a bit to see your head loll to the side and expose his favorite part of your body.

Like a whirlpool, he leans closer and pounds into you harder with an impossibly fast pace that you barely have enough time to announce how you’re “cumming! Can’t, it’s too much! Cu-umming!”

It leaves you breathless, a pinch, and then a burst of pleasure that escalates from pleasure to euphoria to fucking ecstasy. There’s a gush from your pussy, and Shoto’s eyes are glowing gold with how he fucks into you, clasping walls and letting him dump his load into his condom and fill it to the brim. He’s still drinking, and you’re tasty from head to toe. Every part of you is good, and he doesn’t even realize your breath is slowing down to slow puffs as he pulls back his thrusts.

“Shoto… Sho’...”

You could die, you might die. He only pulls away when there’s black spots in your vision, softening cock slipping out of you as he brings his own wrist to his mouth, dark, nearly black blood oozing out.

“You’ll be okay.”

He wasn’t tired at all like he’d hardly cum within an inch of his life or sucked you within an inch of yours. The dark blood fills your mouth, and you can’t do anything but swallow, the high slowly coming down as he grips your hand.

He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to kill you. There was no choice. You barely register the banging on the door from outside because it’s so absolutely delicious that you can’t stop drinking and DRINKING! It’s euphoric. It’s so good that you don’t realize the black spots are fading away, and blood is spilling past your chin onto your tits when Shoto rips his hand away from you.

A mild horror fills you when he smiles, mouth coated red and tasting of iron as he brings you to his lips. A horrible pain in your gums washes away when he gropes your waist. What just happened? With a gasp, you’re pulling out and looking up at him. A feeling of dread washes over you as he traces the skin under your eyes, smearing a bright red like a battle scar underneath it.

He is a monster.

“Did you always have gold eyes?”

And so are you.

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rosewritestuff · 5 months

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So happy you are back, Rose, and taking care of your mental health.

May I please have a Jensen Ackles and Chris Evans story where they are bored in their trailer (working on a movie together), so they pull down their shared assistant's panties and finger fuck her front and back? Thank you

Thank you love, I appreciate you saying that! <3

Jensen Ackles x Reader, Chris Evans x Reader; dub-con, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, spit as lube, ass slaps

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

“God, I’d kill for one of those beers from your brewery right now,” Chris said to Jensen, lounging on one side of the couch in the trailer he shared with him. Jensen was sitting on the other side, flipping through channels on the tv mindlessly. You were sitting at the mini island in the kitchen, just a few feet from them, reading a magazine but keeping an eye on them. That was your job after all, as their assistant- to watch them, be there for them, do anything they needed. You were dressed to their liking even, a short skirt, heels, and a button up top.

“God, same, but we’ve only got shitty stuff here. Hey sweetie- what’s your name again? Never mind, go get us some beers, woulda?” Jensen asked you, barely turning towards you.

“Um…you’re not allowed to drink before shooting,” you said quietly, daring to look up from your magazine. Now Jensen and Chris were both staring at you, looking at you like you had sprouted another head.

“Did she just talk back to you?” Chris asked Jensen, his voice stunned with amazement. “She’s never done that, she must be getting comfortable around us.”

“Ohh, I’d definitely say she’s more than comfortable- sweetie, c’mon over here, woulda? Sit by us for a sec,” Jensen gently ordered, and you found yourself standing before you realized it.

You walked over to the couch and sat between the two men, so much bigger than you, taller and broader, boxing you in. Chris put his hand on your bare thigh, much closer to your center than you would have expected. You jumped a little, and Jensen shushed you, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“We’re not gonna hurt ya sweetie, we just wanna play a bit. We’re bored, see, and you won’t give us any beer, so what are we to do? We need some…entertainment,” Jensen murmured into your ear, making you shiver. Chris’ hand squeezed your thigh and you gasped, your legs spreading slightly as you tried to readjust, but then both their hands were on your thighs and they were spreading you wide, tucking your legs over theirs, holding you down and open.

You knew it was your job to do and be what they needed, but you weren’t sure it extended this far. Still, you didn’t protest as they both leaned in, kissing your neck as their hands massaged your inner thighs.

A gasp escaped you when Chris nipped at your neck, his fingertips trailing over your pantyclad pussy, running his knuckles against your covered clit. Your hips jerked up, and Jensen chuckled.

“Guess someone’s eager to get things started,” he said, and you gasped again as he and Chris picked you up, turning you so you were on your knees, ass out, your chest resting on the back of the couch.

“Stay put,” Chris murmured, and you nodded, staring out the slits in the blinds on the window in front of you- anyone could walk by, no one would know what was happening inside the trailer. You couldn’t stop the weak moan that left you when Chris started pressing his fingertips against your pussy and asshole, through your panties. He started drumming a rhythm against you, making you tremble slightly.

“Let’s see what we’re workin’ with here,” Jensen said, and lifted your skirt, groaning at the sight of your white panties, exposing more than half your ass. “Fuck yeah, lookit you princess, so fuckin’ sexy.”

You flushed, pressing your face into your arms, resting on the back of the couch as Jensen palmed your ass, Chris still drumming against your covered holes. Your legs were shaking a bit harder now, feeling desperate for something inside you now, caring less about if you should be doing this or not.

Chris started rubbing you, hard, dragging his palm up and down your pussy, your hips jerking in Jensen’s hold as you tried to press down into Chris’ hand.

“Looks like someone’s a little desperate,” he laughed, and you flushed, starting when someone slapped your ass. “We like ‘em desperate,” Chris whispered in your ear and you shuddered, sticking your ass out farther and wiggling your hips.

Suddenly your panties were ripped off you, you heard the tearing of the fabric as you gasped. Hands were spreading over your ass immediately, a few fingers dipping between your folds, coating themselves in your slick. One fingertip pressed inside your cunt, just barely swirling around inside you before pulling out. Again and again, until you were begging.

“Please- please, more, I need more,” you whined, and suddenly there was a finger pressing at your asshole too, and then both fingertips were dipping inside, circling around before pulling out. You nearly cried in frustration, your pussy aching to be filled.

“Use your words, baby,” Chris muttered against your shoulder, his fingers trailing around your ass before slapping it quickly.

“Fuck! Need your fingers in me,” you begged, and without warning two fingers shoved inside your cunt, curling and making you shout as they found that spongey spot inside you.

Another finger pressed at your asshole, pushing inside and curling the opposite way of the other fingers, acting like a hook and pulling your ass up higher, stretching your hole out.

Jensen leaned in and spit on your hole, spreading his saliva around with his fingers before pressing a second one in. Chris meanwhile, was rubbing around and around that spot inside you, making you drip down his fingers. Now, with two fingers in each of your holes, you felt weirdly full, as pulled open as you were.

Chris and Jensen began thrusting opposite each other, always keeping you filled while Chris slipped his other arm around your leg, fingertips circling your clit. You bucked your hips forwards, both of them moving with you, the sounds of their fingers inside you loud and lewd.

“That’s it princess, ride these fingers, take what you want,” Jensen goaded, and you cried, rocking your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on your their fingers, Chris still flicking your clit.

“C’mon baby, you got it, make yourself come, you can do it,” Chris encouraged as he pressed down hard on that spongey spot just as he flicked your clit. You nearly screamed, biting down on the couch back and desperately moving your hips, fucking their fingers until you were clamping down, cunt spasming as you came.

You continued to drip down Chris’ arm as he and Jensen kept working you, pushing their fingers as deep inside you as they could get and pulling in opposite directions, the stretch sending another wave of heat through you.

“Aw, princess thought we were done after one!” Jensen said gleefully, a third finger pressing at your asshole and sliding in, a bit slower than the others. Once he was inside you, Chris pulled his fingers out, leaving you feeling open until he also pressed three fingers to you, inching them in until you were panting, fuller than ever. They grabbed your hips with their free hands, pulling you back and down, until you were literally sitting on their hands.

“We’ll give you five minutes like this, then we’re doing it again, baby. We’re gonna do it til we have to set, and you’re gonna drip for us, aren’t you? While we’re working, you’re gonna be gaping and dripping, waiting for us to fill you up again,” Chris grinned as you moaned, imagining his words and knowing they would be true.

“Rest up now, princess. You’re gonna need that perky energy you assistants usually have just to keep up with us.”

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arazialotis · 10 months

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Get Him to the Con - Part 7

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 6000

Summary: The reader stumbles into Jensen at her favorite bar, a very drunk Jensen. She soon realizes Jensen was booked for a con this weekend and has to be eight hours from town in only two.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Warnings: Language

Although this is an RPF, it is a character I created and should not reflect back IRL. I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time as coping skill. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

*** Saturday ***

“Hey man,” Jared greeted Jensen, clasping hands and pulling him in for a half hug. “Glad to see you’re still alive. How was it?”

The entirety of the trip was still catching up to him. He was tired, from being in constant motion for three days straight to sleeping on crappy motel mattresses. But it was more than that. He had made it blatantly clear how he felt for you and still held no inclination on your stance. That wasn’t true; if you had any affection, it would have been reciprocated. Sure, there was the flirtatious banter and the natural ease in each other’s presence, but twice he had laid it all on the line only to be met back with a block of ice. And that last one… Hell, it had been magical. Sparks flying, gravity-defying. But your response confused the hell out of him. He’d been misinterpreting signals and your friendship the entire time. And god, he was such an idiot. He practically forced it upon you. If you felt uncomfortable or violated, his reputation would be in shambles, as he knew it should be.

“It was fine.” He grumbled. There was no need to get into all this with Jared, for the fact alone he would gloat about being right for months on end.

Jared did not let his relief show. Maybe Jensen was finally coming back to his senses. He feigned empathy instead.

“Just fine?” He asked.

No, it wasn’t just fine; it was amazing. You were amazing, and perfect, and hilarious. And he fucked it up just like he predicted.

“Yeah,” Jensen responded curtly.

“So, no Y/N then?” Jared pressed, a little confused by Jensen’s abruptness. “I thought she’d be here.”

Yeah, you and me both, pal. “Nah, she knew we’d be busy all weekend and wanted to hike the mountains instead. I don’t blame her. I’d rather be doing that myself too.”

“Are you okay?” Jared persisted.

“Yeah.” Jensen squeaked. “Let me get cleaned up. Then we can scout out some dinner before the craziness starts.”

Jensen left Jared in the hotel lobby. Jared sighed, unsettled. Something was clearly bothering Jensen, but getting him to open up would be hard. All Jared knew is it was centered around you. Ultimately, if the road trip didn’t go as planned or wasn’t everything Jensen had dreamed up, it was for the best. Sure, Jensen was down now, and it hurt to see him this way, but hopefully, this would help him move on and snap out of these unrealistic fantasies.

Jensen didn’t sleep well that night. The mattress was too plush, the sheets too silky, and the space beside him was too cold. He’d been informed that a few videos of the kiss had been circling some fan accounts and to expect questions about it at the panels. Followed by a scolding lecture on how to respond. He knew the expected response but wondered what he would say if he hadn’t been coached. It didn’t settle right with him. Maybe he’d get up early and call you in the morning. Just rip the bandaid off and ask what you wanted him to say. He tossed and then tossed again—the sheets tangling around his calves. He reached for his phone, the light momentarily blinding him. His heart raced as he scrolled through Instagram. It was easy enough to find. Replaying it, he could still imagine your lips against his, the back of your neck in his grasp, the fabric of his shirt straining as you pulled against it. It was a very good kiss. That is when your text came through.

‘Thanks again for an amazing trip! If you’re looking for a buddy on your next road trip, let me know. And don’t worry, the ghosts here are all bark, though I can’t say the same for those in room 217.’

He didn’t think his heart could drop further, but it did. There was no second-guessing it this time. The word repeated in his mind. Buddy. He had officially and unequivocally been friend-zoned.

*** Sunday Afternoon ***

If AllTrails had been tracking your time, they would have sent you a medal for the record time in which you descended that mountain. Even paying no heed to the speed limit, you couldn’t make it to Denver until mid-afternoon. You called Jensen twice, hoping to explain that you were on your way and wanted to talk, hoping he could spare a few minutes of his day. If you held these pent-up emotions in your chest any longer, you would explode. On the third attempt, you hung up early, logically knowing he was predisposed.

“Come on, come on, come on,” You chanted through the city streets, the consistent string of red lights taunting you.

The wheels of the rental car screeched as you pulled into the parking lot with a little too much tenacity. Upon exiting, you backtracked, realizing you had left the vehicle running. You ran through the hotel lobby to the adjoining convention center. The hall was filled with fans and staff alike, all eagerly waiting for the next event. Booths were filled to the brim with Supernatural merchandise, shirts, photos, and trinkets. Cosplayers caught your eye, Castiels and a human version of Baby. It was overwhelming and distracting from your overall mission to find him.

You pulled open large double doors leading to the main ballroom.

“Ma’am.” Someone called, and it took you a moment to realize they were speaking to you. “Ma’am. You need a wristband to enter here.”

Security personnel dressed in black pants and a yellow shirt with a conspicuous earpiece halted your progress further into the room.

“A wristband?” You questioned.

“Yes, you have to check in outside. Exchange your ticket for a wristband.” They explained.

“I don’t have a ticket.”

“You’ll have to buy one to enter.” Their patience drawing thin, tired of a weekend of over-explaining processes.

“Okay,” You held up your hands in defense. “Okay, where can I buy one?” You started to back away, signaling you wouldn’t be a problem.

You followed the directions back through the hall’s entrance to a booth where two bored attendants scrolling through their phones sat. Most attendees had already checked in at this point.

“Hello,” You tentatively called them from their screens. “I’m here to see Jensen.”

The one with pink hair sighed. “You and everyone else, sweetheart.”

Their concentration broke from the phone, and puzzlement crossed their face. Only then did you realize what state you were in from the morning hike. Tangled hair, sweat-crusted clothes, dried dirt down your entire left side, and a series of angry red scrapes on your calve. But they quickly recomposed themselves. Apparently, it wasn’t the oddest thing they had encountered today.

They grumbled as if you should know the process. “Ticket?” They held out their hand for a paper stub or your phone.

“You see, I don’t have a ticket.” You gritted your teeth, knowing how the next bit would sound. “But Jensen and I are actually… friends. So maybe he left my name or something on a list so I could get in?”

Something between a scoff and a laugh escaped the second’s mouth, covered up by a following cough.

“There’s no list. Friend or not, you still need a ticket to get in.” They held firm.

“Right, totally understandable.” You attempted to present as sane as possible, realizing passersby were staring too long for your comfort. “May I purchase a ticket?”

“If you want to meet Jensen in person, photo ops are done for the day, but we have a few silver packages that include autographs.” They explained.

“Great, that sounds wonderful. How much?” You asked compliantly.

“750.”

Now it was your turn to scoff. “You must be joking.” Even for romantic prospects, paying that absurd amount would take hell freezing over.

From their facial expression, they were not joking. “You could get general admission for 95, but that will only get you to the day's last panel, starting in about an hour.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A 100 dollars to hear them talk for what, forty minutes, an hour max?” Fucking ridiculous.

“You need a ticket.” They crossed their arms.

“Listen.” You pulled out your phone. “I literally drove the man here. I have the pictures. I think it will be okay if I go see him.”

You realized how much of a ‘Karen’ you were coming across as, but something inside you was starting to boil. The further you were being pushed away from him, the more you needed to fight.

The second attendant leaned into the collar of their polo, whispering. “We have a potential code gray.”

Fuck. You tucked your phone away. “You know what, it’s okay.” You slowly back away. “I’ll wait until it’s over. This is a big misunderstanding and does not need to get out of hand. I’ll talk to him tonight, and it will all be fine.”

You weren’t sure if you were trying to settle them or yourself, but you turned back down the hall and hastily walked out. Back in the hotel lobby, you weighed your options. You looked at your phone, and he still had not responded to the missed calls. Your stomach rumbled, and you smirked, knowing Jensen would tease you about not making the most rational decisions on an empty stomach. And you know what else? He’d encourage your spontaneity. Rather than wait in the lobby until the evening, you’d find another way in. There couldn’t be watching eyes everywhere. And once you did find him, he’d explain everything to whoever was being called in for code gray or whatever that meant.

Exiting the lobby, you circled the building and found a little courtyard where fans sat, chatted, and indulged in a quick meal. A hint of envy glossed over your eyes as you caught sight of an In-N-Out bag. You anticipated the doors to be locked, circumventing fans to use the one entrance, but they easily gave way. With feigned nonchalance, you went through another hall as if you belonged and knew exactly where you were going. Having quickly mapped the layout, you went around the ballroom to the back.

You were quickly met with a barricade of metal fences and high black curtains. An obvious sign to keep out and most likely where cast and crew could walk through unimpeded. You were close to out of ideas when an unmistakable figure in black jeans and a blue denim shirt walked past, followed by a posse.

“Jensen!” Your voice cracked.

It didn’t sound like your voice. It was higher and sharper. But through the sways of fabric, you saw him briefly hesitate. He was quickly ushered along.

“Oh, I think not.” You mumbled to yourself.

One leg was over the fence railing before your brain could comprehend your actions. Two shadows approached from behind the curtain as you straddled the cold metal. The crackling of their radio startled you, and you realized too late your mistake.

“Ma’am, we’ll need you to come with us.”

Double fuck. You ran for the exit back to the courtyard. Pausing once outside, you texted Jensen.

‘You remember that bucket list item I was talking about? Yeah, well, it might be much closer in the future than I anticipated.’

You tucked your phone away and continued your circle of the building. At this point, you were in too deep. You either had to leave the premise or find Jensen so he could bail you out. Well, fuck it. Unwittingly, he was the one to get you into this situation in the first place. He could get you out. You came across a stairwell entrance requiring a keycard for access. But gods, be blessed; whoever was watching you sent an answer. Someone came out for a cigarette break, and they even held the door for you as you stepped in.

You plotted the path in your mind, where you were positioned, and the direction he was headed. You took a left, scanning the area for any threat. A hall stemmed down to the right, and you saw more black curtains, but this time, you were successfully on the other side of them. You had to be close. A mischievous smile crossed your lips. This was fun. The adrenaline coursing through your system giving you a temporary high. Soon the Ocean Eight team would be knocking down your door, begging you to join their next heist.

Your false confidence shattered as you collided with the solid frame of a man. You looked up and up some more. His expression was far from pleased. A small, terrified giggle escaped your lips. As you turned, you found his double blocking your exit. Handcuffs came down upon your wrists, and you were escorted away.

Jensen sighed a breath of relief, making it to the holding room, where he joined Jared. He made it through photo ops; all that was left today was the panel and autographs. The panel earlier today for VIPs went better than expected too. The kiss never came up, and he was holding out hope that this next one would mirror it. Clif, his long-trusted security guard, closed the door behind them.

Jared had already gone through a pour of bourbon and was now cracking the seal of a Russel’s 13.

“Make mine a triple,” Jensen instructed.

Jared laughed. “That kind of day, huh?” And handed Jensen a generous double.

“I can almost see the finish line.” Jensen sniffed the top of the Glencairn and took a testing sip.

He prayed that the whiskey would loosen his nerves or, at the very least, get you off his mind. Logically, he knew you were in Estes Park but couldn’t stop thinking about you. It only worsened as the day progressed. In this last hour alone, he thought he glanced at you exiting the lobby and later heard you calling his name. He shook the feeling off as he took a bountiful swig. He smirked, knowing you’d call him out for not slowly savoring the whiskey’s intricacies, and he would retort with you being a snob. He poured himself another round, this time to take it more slowly. Jared scoffed and was about to condemn him when the Barrell Seagrass caught his eye.

The radio crackled, and a stern voice came through. “Tiny, we have a situation. Require your assistance.”

Clif, who was also about to help himself a pour, cursed under his breath upon hearing his codename. It had almost been a flawless con. He had jinxed himself by celebrating too soon.

Jared’s brow furrowed. “Everything alright?”

Clif grumbled. “It will be once I get there.” And exited the room.

Jensen was unconcerned and too focused on the palate of cherry and leather.

“What’s that about?” Jared chuckled.

“I find it better for my mental health not to dwell on the possibilities.” Jensen teased back.

He went to his phone charging on the gray console to check the time, wondering when he’d needed to start hyping himself back up. Immediately his brow furrowed upon seeing your three missed calls and your message. Bucket list? Bucket list? He had to think back. The alcohol already clouding his memory. His eyes popped. Immediately setting the glass down, he dialed your number. You didn’t answer. He dialed again. No answer. He resorted to texting.

‘For the love of god, pick up your damn phone.’

Followed by, ‘I swear to god if your ass is in jail, I’m not bailing you out.’ Though he fully would.

“Jesus Christ.” He muttered. How was he supposed to get through the day now?

The holding room you were kept in was less of a room and more of a closet. The several monitors that observed the conference center’s layout indicated that you were not as stealthy as you had initially thought. One security guard sat across from you while the other stood behind them. Both of their arms crossed.

“Come on.” You reasoned. “One of you has to be the good cop and at least pretend to believe my story. At least offer me a coffee.”

“You think you are hilarious, don’t you?” The one seated said.

Deadpan, you said, “I think I’m adorable.”

They did not engage further, only held the stern expression.

“I’m not fucking crazy.” You would have gestured to the phone if your hands weren’t cuffed behind you. “You saw the pictures, the texts.”

“It’s amazing what Photoshop can do these days.” The one standing remarked.

“What about the video with the kiss?” You pressed.

They both scoffed. As you watched it with them, there was no clear angle of your face.

“That doesn’t prove anything.”

You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw.

“Then bring him here, and he will vouch for me.” You demanded. “If he doesn’t, I will willingly walk away and accept whatever restraining order you see fit.”

There was a knock on the door, and your hope lifted. The one standing stepped out. Thus commenced a staring contest with the one across from you. As your phone rang, you lost.

“That’s him!” You exclaimed.

They didn’t move, still engaged in the staring contest. He let it ring to voicemail. Immediately it rang again.

“Goddammit! Answer the phone!” You demanded.

“Just because you named someone Jensen on your phone doesn’t mean it’s him.” He held his head high. “But then again, I’m fully aware there is no use rationalizing with a delusional person.”

Your breath became ragged and sharp. You were forming venom on your lips when the door opened, and the man you saw yesterday approaching Jensen appeared in the room. A couple of texts came through, but you couldn’t read them. The man took one look at you and sighed with disappointment.

“Let her go.” He instructed.

It was all you could do not to stick your tongue out in victory.

“Y/N, I thought you were supposed to be in Estes Park?” He said with an agitated tone.

The cuffs clicked as they released, and you rubbed your wrists.

“How do you know my name?”

You were equally concerned yet grateful this stranger was on your side.

“It’s my job to know.”

The other two whispered back and forth to each other.

“Speaking of jobs,” He remarked. “Why don’t you do yours and look for an actual threat?”

“Yes, boss.” They hung their heads and left you alone in the room.

“Let me guess,” You started. “Good cop?”

He chuckled. “No, not at all. The name’s Clif. I’m the head of Jared and Jensen’s security team. You caused quite the stir these past couple of days.”

“Yeah,” You agreed. “I may have gone a little off the deep end at the end there. Am I in trouble?”

“Only if Jensen wants to press charges.” You could tell he wasn’t joking. “Which I imagine he won’t. Not after a kiss like that.”

Your cheeks grew warm. “I’m here to talk about that with him, actually. To talk about that and a lot of other things. I know he’s busy, but…”

Clif checked the silver watch around his wrist. “He’ll be getting ready to go on stage in about 15 minutes. Something tells me you’ll need more time than that.”

You nodded in agreement though slightly disappointed.

“If you’d like to sit in, it might make the time go faster,” He continued. “I can grab you afterward. There’s a dinner break between the panel and autos. I think he would be agreeable to see you then.”

You held up your bare wrist. “I don’t think they’ll let me in.”

Clif chuckled and fished through his back pocket, producing a bright orange wristband.

Before you left with Clif, you found Jensen’s texts and shot him one back, hoping he would see it before he had to go on stage.

‘False alarm. I’ll explain later. Have a great panel.’

The conversation was already in full swing by the time you arrived. Clif was escorting you there when he commented on your leg. Now that the adrenaline and pain meds from earlier had worn off, the pain was catching up to you. He made a quick pit stop on your behalf, getting you some additional painkillers and water. He insisted on cleaning it up better, but you insisted harder you wanted to see the panel and that it could wait.

The door echoed as it shut behind you. Jensen’s head snapped in your direction, but from the lights blinding him and dimming the crowd, he could barely make out a figure. He continued the banter with Jared as they began taking questions left and right.

As your eyes adjusted to the low lighting, you scouted out empty seats, yet the throbbing in your hip protested. It had already been cramped on the drive down here and again in the security room. You opted instead to lean against the back wall. Their antics riled up a laugh in you, but you couldn’t help to notice Jensen was on edge. He was fidgeting more than usual, wringing the microphone with his hands, combing his fingers through his hair, twisting in the barstool. You couldn’t help but feel a slice of guilt knowing you had caused some of it.

A girl walked up through the crowd, and as she got closer, her face felt familiar. She leaned against the wall a few feet away from you.

“Oh, I remember you.” You said aloud. “We took pictures with you at the Colorado sign.”

She glanced out of her peripheral and then fully at you when the realization hit.

“Oh my god, yeah. You were with Jensen, right?” She confirmed.

“Yup, that’s me.” You followed her gaze over you and remembered how dirty you were and most likely smelled of sweat. “Sorry, I went hiking this morning but wanted to make the panel.” You explained.

“No, I didn’t mean to stare. Sorry.” She gulped. “It’s just, yesterday you said you were only friends, but then we saw you kiss outside the hotel, and, like, that was a kiss to end all kisses. You’re totally together now, right?”

You gulped and stared ahead.

She didn’t wait for an answer. “What was it like? Kissing him?”

You inhaled sharply, remembering his taste, his scent, the feeling of his strong fingers against your flesh, wondering where else his hands and lips might wander if you gave him the chance.

“That good, huh?” She concluded.

“Are you having a good time at the convention?” You asked, hoping to move on to other topics.

“Oh, absolutely, but the crowds,” She gestured outwards. “They get a little overwhelming at some points.”

You nodded understanding. “Y/N.” You introduced yourself and held out your hand.

“Casey.” She said and shook.

As if proving her point of crowds further, Jensen used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face. The crowd went feral upon seeing a hint of skin.

“Stop it.” Jensen’s voice boomed over the system.

Then with a wave of his hand, he called for more praise which the crowd was more than happy to oblige. This went back and forth for at least three rounds. Jared and Jensen shared a private small conversation.

“Alright, alright, simmer down,” Jensen called. “We have more questions to answer.” When he finally drew command over the crowd, he turned to the girl on the right. “Hey, we ran into you at the border, didn’t we?”

The girl nervously chuckled, flabbergasted that he would remember.

“Oh, that’s my friend.” Casey pointed.

You were standing obviously next to flight, and based on the girl’s response, she must have been freeze.

Finally, she regained her composure and stumbled out of the question. “My question is for Jensen, and I’m a little shocked it hasn’t come up yet,” Jensen’s face dropped as she continued. “Since a lot of people saw you yesterday and the video of you kissing that girl has been circulating, I was wondering if you are officially off the market?”

Jared’s head whipped to Jensen. He held his microphone down as he hissed, “What kiss?”

Jensen gulped, realizing he had discussed it with Clif and his PR team but forgot to loop in Jared. Well, maybe purposefully forgot so as not to relive the humiliation. The crowd was so silent you could hear the air conditioning humming. Only the pounding of your heart was louder.

The lights seemed to grow brighter as the seconds ticked by. He raced through what his team had suggested and how he should respond. He breathed into the microphone, then paused as if halting a thought before it even started.

“It’s complicated,” Was all he said.

Jensen gave Jared a pleading look for aid.

Jared breathed in deeply, thinking he was going to save the situation. “I know every heart in this room just broke but don’t worry, everyone needs a good rebound, and Jensen was due for one, give it a few weeks.”

“No.” Jensen stopped him. “No, that’s not what this is at all. I…” His voice cracked, and he paused again. He was exhausted from being careful with his words, hiding shit, and painting a face that would create appeal. And so he decided to let it all go. He picked a loose thread in his jeans as he confessed to the world. “A few months ago, I met someone. And I was a complete ass, but she gave me a second chance anyways. She’s not just a rebound from Elena. She’s kind, and funny, and a smart ass, but most of all, she is real. And she sees me not as Jensen Ackles, but just as…”

“Dean Winchester?” Jared grumbled.

A few fans yelped, but most stayed respectful.

Jensen’s jaw tightened. “She sees me as I am.” He huffed. “I like her. Like, like her.” He said as if he was in middle school, and there was a collective aw in response from the audience. “I saw a future with her.”

“Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Jared piped in.

“Calm down,” He snipped back. “Not wedding bells, two kids, a dog, and a white picket fence. Not yet, anyway. Just taking it a few months at a time. Having someone other than you to confide in, to care for and be cared for in return, someone I can laugh and cry with, someone to share adventures with, I don’t know…” He sighed, defeated, getting away from himself, feeling like he wasn’t making sense. He turned to Jared, “It’s not like you aren’t my best friend, but you have Gen. You have someone you can go home to, someone you can talk to when I’m annoying the hell out of you, someone you can be vulnerable with and don’t have to act around.”

Jared sighed.

“That doesn’t sound complicated.” The shy voice peeped up.

Jensen smiled mournfully, addressing the fan again. “The thing is, she doesn’t feel the same. I got friend-zoned. Hard. Which is okay. It is completely her right. And I mean, I’m a lot to deal with, so I get it. So it’s complicated because we have to figure out if we can stay friends now that I screwed us over with that kiss half of you witnessed.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It took a second for you to process it all.

“This is utter bullshit.” You gasped, Casey taking it all in, though you had completely tuned out the rest of the world as if you were talking directly to him. “Friend-zoned, how did I friend-zone you? Maybe, and here’s a thought: if you had the ability to confess your feelings to me with as much ease as to hundreds of people, I could have told you I felt the same. But you just kissed me, and I panicked because I didn’t know what you wanted, and I thought I wanted more than you. Because I do see you as you are, but I acknowledge that you are still Jensen Ackles, and I’m still a crazy little fan that shouldn’t even know you in the first place. It’s not either, or, asshat; it can be both. I’ve been waiting for your lead this whole time. And now that I’m here, you are telling everyone it’s over before we even had a chance. Fuck!”

Although it was a rageful whisper, Casey heard everything and ferociously typed away on her phone.

Before Jared tried again to regain control of the situation, Casey’s friend jumped back on the mic. “Y/N says that if Jensen had confessed his feelings to her in the first place with as much ease as he can in front of thousands of fans, she wouldn’t have accidentally friend-zoned him.”

Jensen stood abruptly. “Y/N’s here?”

Panic rose again, seeing heads turn, looking for an imposter in the crowd.

The girl continued. “She says she was waiting for him to decide if he wanted to take the relationship to the next level, probably because she’s just a fan like us, and well, fuck, he’s Jensen Ackles. And I’m looking at her right now, and she is head over heels. Well, okay, she’s a little furious, but if Jensen wants her to have his babies, she would totally have his babies. Girl, we have to help her lock that man down…”

Again, silence in the room.

“What did you do?” Your eyes were wide.

Casey kept typing, ignoring your panic. “Trust me.”

You felt eyes on you and slid down the wall in mortal dread.

“Sorry,” The friend at the mic said. “Those were texts from my friend. I probably shouldn’t have read every single one.”

Crickets.

“Y/N’s here?” Jensen asked again.

“Yeah,” The girl looked through the crowd and pointed. Thankfully, it redirected some of the gaze to the back. “She must be sitting with my friend over there somewhere.”

Jared stood, but Jensen waved him away. “How do I know it’s really Y/N, and you're not making this up?” He asked skeptically.

Casey looked down at you as you were hiding your face between your palms. She nudged you with her foot.

The girl’s voice sounded throughout the ballroom. “I spy something yellow, clouds or mountains, the nasty-ass ball pit, Neil Diamond, or Bate’s Motel; any one of those should do.”

Jensen snickered and shook his head back and forth. “God dammit, Y/N. Do you want to try and make this work? Be more than friends?” He was still searching the crowd but couldn’t find you.

“Sign an NDA,” Jared sarcastically commented, believing Jensen’s previous analysis of your commitment to privacy was shockingly misguided.

“She says you can ask her face-to-face on a proper date.” Some of the crowd chuckled; others held a sadness that the window of his singleness was closing.

“I didn’t say that.” You snipped at Casey.

“We can’t make you seem too eager. Not after that baby comment.” She retorted.

Jensen chuckled again. “How does ten tonight sound? You pick the place.”

From a distance, he could see the door in the back crack open, light flooding the darkness momentarily, and he knew it was you. A small smirk escaped his lips.

The friend at the microphone continued to telephone Casey’s messages. “She left, I think, 'cause I embarrassed her and exaggerated certain details. But if I didn’t completely mortify her, I say it’s safe to change your relationship status.”

From the main lobby, you could hear the cheers and applause. This was not how you expected the day to go, especially almost getting arrested and working things out with Jensen over a panel. There was the sound of heavy footsteps and keys jingling as Clif rounded a corner.

“You keep making my job more and more interesting.” He jokingly scolded. “Come on,” He gestured with a nod of his head. “Let’s get you out of here before the panel ends, and people put two-and-two together.”

You stepped in line. “Let me make the record clear that Jensen was the one to kiss me and could have been more tactful in answering that question. I will only take the blame for momentarily losing it and breaking a few convention policies that may or may not be criminal offenses. I don’t know how this stuff works.”

He turned to look back at you and wiggled his eyebrows as if keeping you privy to a secret. “Something tells me I’m going to have to keep an eye on you.”

“Not when you should have both eyes on Jensen.” You teased back.

He laughed as you continued down the hall, and he parted a black curtain for you. “Oh, I like you.”

He led you to the holding room. It was nearly as messy as a frat house after a championship victory. Bottles of whiskey lined a TV stand, jackets and sweatshirts were strewn about, devices of all kinds were plugged into outlets, and piles of eaten and unopened food sat everywhere. You found a clear spot on the couch, and exhaustion finally hit you. Exhaustion from traveling non-stop, to restless nights, to hiking earlier this morning, to internally debating everything that was happening. You leaned your head back and shut your eyes.

The temporary relief was short-lived as the click of the door opening jolted you from the micro-nap. You stood up as Jensen and Jared entered the room. They looked equally exhausted but somehow maintained their brightness and energy. Jensen’s face glowed upon seeing you.

“Y/N!” Jensen exclaimed.

“Hi.” You greeted sheepishly.

He bounded over to you and took your cheeks in his hands, pressing his lips against yours. Jared went for another round of whiskey.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He pulled away and looked you over. “What the hell happened?”

You didn’t know where to begin. “I met a park ranger.” You said, accompanied by something between a laugh and a huff.

Jensen took in your scrapped-up leg, and his face grew stern. “Are you okay? We should get a doctor to come look you over.”

“I’m fine,” You promised. “The ranger did a thorough examination and knocked some sense into me. I should be back to normal in a couple of days.”

“Was he cute?” He asked.

You grinned. “Very.”

He pinched his lips together in a smile. “Well, then I better up the antics for our date tonight and really try and impress you.”

“Oh my god,” You giggled. “I never said any of that!” He gave you a questioning glance. “To be fair, not most of it.”

“So, no babies then?” He teased, and your cheeks turned ten shades darker. “Hey Jared, it’s time I officially introduce you; this is Y/N. Y/N, Jared.”

“Pleasure,” Jared stated coldly.

“It’s great to finally meet you,” You offered.

“Hey, we should order some food before autographs.” Jared bypassed you and spoke directly to Jensen.

“Yeah,” Jensen agreed. “I’m starving. You want anything?” He asked you.

You shook your head no. “What I need is a shower and clean clothes.”

Jensen smiled and dug through his wallet, fetching out a key card. “Room 912. If you need anything, text Clif. I’ll send you his number.” He handed it to you. “See you later tonight? Then maybe we will have the chance to talk about all this.”

“Yeah.” You bit your lip, accepting the key and trying not to get ahead by wondering if you would be sharing a room tonight.

Starting a relationship with him required a plan, including expectations and boundaries. As much as you wanted to rush into things, taking it slow was for the best. Waiting for him to finish autographs would give you time to make a list and develop some questions on what a relationship with him would entail beyond the normal stuff. This wouldn’t be as easy as it seemed, but you trusted he would be there to guide you. Before parting, he placed another peck on your lips, leaving you craving more.

Part 8

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