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Dreams, A Nightmare and A Kiss

Summary: Logan x Fe!Reader -> After you have a dream about Logan, your brain can't seem to forget it. And neither will Logan.

Disclaimer: Descriptions of torture, crying, a creepy guy. Apart from that, teasing, fluff, a little dash of steam at the end. Not Proof Read

You kept having this recurring dream. Or maybe it was a nightmare. It was hard to tell. What do you call it when, what seems like a dream, turns into a very awkward situation where you don’t know what to do with yourself when you wake up?

Do you try to forget it ever happened? Do you talk to someone about it? Do you talk to the person about it? Are you meant to talk to the person about it? Or would consulting a psychiatrist be easier, considering the person who you dreamt about…was not someone you would, or even should be dreaming about?

“Morning.”

Storm placed down her coffee on the table before pulling out her chair. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“What?”

Storm pointed at you, “You look like you’re thinking too hard.”

“Too hard for this early in the morning,” you mumbled.

“Well, then, talk to me. Maybe I can help.”

“I don’t think even the world's best psychiatrist can help me with this one.”

Storm shrugged. “Maybe you don’t need the world’s best. Come on, try me.”

You took a moment and looked at Storm. Maybe it was worth a go…

“Okay,” you sighed. Storm got comfortable in her seat and leaned forward. Meanwhile, you practically had to pull your legs under the table and untrap your hands from between them.

“I had a dream.”

“You had a dream?”

You nodded, trying your best to look her in they eyes when you spoke. Was you really going to admit this outloud to someone?

“I had a…dream.”

It took her a minute. “Oh…oh. Okay, well anyone will tell you that’s normal. Healthy even. You know, sometimes-”

“About Logan.”

Storm faltered and then came to a full stop, her hand still in the air and her jaw slacked. “Logan.”

Storm spoke slowly as she looked at you, trying to gauge if this was some big prank you were playing on her. It wasn’t April.

“L…ogan?” She asked this time, just to be sure.

You nodded.

“Our Logan?”

“Do you know any other Logan’s?”

Storm shook her head and blinked her eyes for one second too long before coming back into movement. “No, I guess not. So…what’s the issue?”

You looked at her like she was both crazy and confusing. “You don’t see the issue?”

Storm shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee. “Not particularly. I mean, it is a little odd considering…well considering you two aren’t the most…harmonious.”

“Understatement.”

And it was.

Both yourself and Logan, although civil most of the time, weren’t exactly known for being best pals.

“So what was it about?”

“Ororo!”

She just smiled, “What? I want to know. How was it?”

“I…I can’t answer that.”

“Sure you can! Oh, come on, Y/n. You can’t tell a girl you and Logan shared…something and not tell her about it.”

You sighed, “Yes, I can.”

“Oh my god,” Storm smiled, leaning back in her chair. “You liked it.”

“What?” You could practically feel your face bursting into flames. “N-no. No I didn’t.”

But she just laughed in response. “You sooo totally want it to happen in real life.”

“Want what to happen?”

You practically squealed with fright as both you and Storm sat straighter in your chairs and turned to see Logan walk through the door and over to the coffee machine.

“Uhhh, nothing. Nothing at all. How did you sleep?”

From pouring coffee, Logan repeated your question. “How did I sleep?”

You nodded, willing the redness from your face to disappear. The grip you had held on the back of your chair as you twisted your body was growing stronger by the minute.

“Yeah.”

Logan placed the coffee pot back in its place and looked to Storm. “Is she okay?”

Then you felt yourself go back to normal. “I’m fine, Logan.”

Logan looked back at you. The general look of disgust and disinterest, a little more prominent on your face.

“I slept fine.” Logan answered. Then his face turned into a grin he was holding back. Well. Trying to hold back. “How did you sleep, Y/n?”

Storm watched your eyes widen for a second and the blush heated your face once more. “Fine.” you were forced out.

Logan just nodded and sipped his coffee. “And you? Storm?”

“Like a baby.”

Logan nodded and smiled. “Good. Good.”

Then the bell went. “I better get going. I guess I’ll see you later. Or should I say tonight?”

Logan watched as your face twisted from nothing, to confusion, to shock to embarrassment to…turning around and hiding it completely.

“Have a nice day, ladies.”

Covering your face, you hid it on the table, letting your muffled voice speak out from your arms as Storm placed a hand on your back. “How much do you think he heard?”

“Not much…I think.” Storm looked behind her, a pained look on her face for you. “If he had heard it all, he would have gloated more.”

You gave a whimper in pain and Storm placed her hand on the back of your head. “It shouldn’t be too bad.”

“It’s Logan.”

“Okay, so you’re screwed.”

Thankfully, you had managed to avoid Logan all day. Jean had found you hiding in the teacher’s lounge when you knew Logan was teaching. Even him thinking you were alone in your classroom was hard enough.

“You don’t have anything that could reverse time? Or make me forget all of today?”

Jean smiled, “No. I don’t think so. But Storm told me what happened.”

“Oh, God.” You groaned, placing down your food by your feet and burying your head by your knees. “How many people know?”

“Just me and Storm,” Jean assured you. “And Logan,” she added.

You groaned again.

However, now that everything was finally silent, you took time to breathe. Maybe Logan would finally drop it.

Not that he had said anything to you apart from that morning. But…it was Logan. When it came to you, he’d never let you live it down.

Stepping a little higher on your feet, you reached into the back of the cupboard to try and find the last box of tea bags. Why Scott had been assigned to stock away the one thing he didn’t drink was beyond you. He always put it at the very back of everything on the top shelf of the cupboard.

Not even on the first shelf at the back.

No, he’d rather have you pull a muscle or get yet another bruise from the knobs on the oven.

Finally reaching it, you stepped back and closed the cupboard door just as someone shouted your name.

You let out a little scream that was followed by his laughter.

“Logan! Jesus Christ.”

He smiled sheepishly, “Sorry. Was just too easy.”

You gave him a glare and bent down to pick up your box of tea bags before walking away to the other side of the kitchen where you had left the kettle by the sink.

“It’s almost midnight. Don’t just sneak up on a girl like that.”

“Forgive me.” He was still smiling. Even with your back to him, you could tell. “But I figured you’d be busy dreaming about me.”

“Having a nightmare, more like.”

“Oh, come on. You had a dream about me. Admit it.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes before pushing down the kettle lid and placing it back on its holder before flicking the switch on.

“Oh, please. You just want to gloat.”

“No, no. Okay, maybe a little.” Logan lowered his hands before using them to lift himself onto the counter where you stood by the island, chopping up some carrots. “What are you? The Easter Bunny?” Logan lifted a piece before putting it back down.

With the knife still in your hand, you made direct eye contact as you pushed the knife down hard, listening to the snap of the carrot before returning your gaze to it.

“So…tell me.” Logan began, picking up yet another piece of carrot yet this time eating it. “What was it about?”

“What was what about?”

“Your dream.”

“Logan,” you sighed.

“What? Oh come on, we both know you dreamt of me. You could at least tell me what it was about considering you didn’t ask for my consent.”

You looked at him for a moment before walking away, towards the kettle that had finished boiling.

Pouring the hot water into the cups, back on the island, you returned the kettle to its place, allowing the bags to steep in the water for a while.

“Come on, you know you want to tell me.”

“I don’t want to tell you anything.”

“Did we kiss?” Logan asked, trying to find his answers. “Did we have sex? Sorry, make love. Did we get married? Did we-”

You sighed, placing down the knife. “We did nothing, Logan. I had a dream. You just happened to be there.”

“So what happened?”

“Nothing happened.”

Logan gave a coy look and lent down a little so he was closer to you. “Something happened.”

“Nothing happened.” You pressed. “Trust me, if anything you just asked me happened between me and you in any capacity, I’d be calling it a nightmare.”

Logan pouted and held his hand over his heart. “Oh, how you wound me.”

“You’re a grown man, Logan. Deal with it.”

Logan laughed, taking a couple steps back. “Okay, okay. I’ll drop it.”

“Thank you.”

“For now.”

Leaning closer to you and over you, Logan reached for the second cup you hadn’t realised you had made of tea and took a handful of carrots with him.

You berated yourself for having closed your eyes for a split second, letting his touch warm you.

Logan was not a man you should or would ever go for.

But Storm was right.

You did enjoy it.

You just never wanted Logan to know that.

Over the following days, you could feel Logan’s eyes on you wherever you went. From the both of you standing by your classroom doors, watching the kids leave your classroom and making sure the right ones came in.

Some students recently had a tendency to swap certain classes for others.

Or like when you were at dinner and sat outside. From the grass below where he was coaching a game of baseball, you caught him looking at you and smiling as he turned away.

So, when you saw him again in the empty hallway, you pushed him inside the nearest classroom.

At least, what you thought was the nearest classroom. Turned out to be a storage room for school supplies.

“Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I could ask you the same thing. You know, I think this is against the law, holding someone hostage inside a storage closet.”

“Every day this week, you’ve been staring at me. Why? Do I have something on my face? Or are you trying to see if you’ve suddenly developed telekinetic powers?”

Rather than replying, Logan just looked at you. Was he…studying you?

“You had another dream.”

You reeled back for a moment, trying your best not to squirm under his gaze. “Excuse me?”

Logan couldn’t help but smile. Or maybe it was a smirk.

“You had another dream.” Logan repeated. “Was it any different, or was this just part two.”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Logan shrugged. “It’s not every day you learn that someone is in love with you.”

You practically laughed. “In love? With you? Oh, that’ll be the day.”

Logan practically sang what he said next. “Oh, you are so totally falling in love with me.”

“Like hell.”

“Oh,” he laughed. “She’s already prepared the wedding vows.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you, too, Sweetheart.”

However, before you could reply to Logan’s statement, you both turned and found the door wide open.

“Rouge,” you almost yelled her name in surprise.

“Hey. Sorry about…interrupting. I just need some…” She pointed to behind both of you where the stack of boxed pencils were kept.

Logan reached behind him and handed her a box. “Here you go, kid.”

“Thanks. I guess I’ll just uh…”

Closing the door on both of you, she walked away, hearing a small thud on the door behind her.

Little did she know it was your head.

“Be careful, she might be thinking we’re doing something else in here.”

“I hate you,” you groaned.

“Love you, too, Sweetheart.” Logan repeated, folding his arms and smiling.

Turning the door handle, you swung open the door and walked out of it.

It was halfway through the next day before you saw Logan, and it wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you thought you next saw him.

The heating on the top floor of the school; the floor which both yourself and Logan, along with a couple of other pupils happened to sleep on, hadn’t been working for a month.

A trustworthy company couldn’t come out to inspect it for at least that time but now that they are finally here, part of you wished they hadn’t turned up at all.

Because, for as much as you enjoyed talking to people, one of their tradesmen…you would have happily gone your whole life without ever having spoken to them.

From the minute he walked in the door, he had been eyeing you up like you were his next meal. He always stood too close for comfort, trying his best to leave his hot breath behind your ear whenever he spoke which only made your skin crawl and when he blatantly started flirting with you…you more than obvious distance and replies of “No,” didn’t seem to do the trick.

“I’m married.”

“I don’t see your husband anywhere, sweet cheeks. We could always get to know each other a little better, if you catch my drift.”

Then Logan turned down the hall.

Finally spotting him, you gave a smile of relief.

“Logan!”

He started walking closer to you.

“Here he is, my husband,” you took him by the arm, putting him between yourself and one of the tradesmen. “Logan.”

Logan looked at you with a slightly confused look whilst you looked both scared, panicked (for two reasons) and was forcing a smile on your face the whole time.

Logan took a breath and turned back to the tradesman who had everything, save from the actual word written across his head in bold ink, creepy going for him.

“Can I help you?”

The guy practically tumbled back. “No, no. Just having a conversation. I guess I’ll get back to work.”

You watched as the guy tripped over his own feet trying to scurry away from yourself and Logan, neither of you missing the way the guy told two other workmates of his that you were, in fact, married.

“Thank you. I’m sorry I dragged you into that but- Why are you smiling?”

Logan shook his head, standing in front of you, pressing his hands behind his back and bouncing on his feet. “No reason.”

You relaxed your face. “He was being a creep. What would you have had me do?”

“Come and got me.” Logan answered honestly. “But…I was right.”

“Right about what?”

“You had written the vows.”

With your arms crossed, your eyebrows relaxed as you looked at him. “I want a divorce.”

“Ooh, do you not remember, Sweetheart? That night you burned the marriage certificate?”

You started walking away.

“What was it that you said?”

Logan followed after you.

“Good luck returning me without the receipt. Now, that is better than Shakespeare, don’t you think?”

“I hate you.”

“See, I don’t think you do. Considering…”

“Considering what?”

“The fact that you keep dreaming about me.”

You sighed. “I already told you, it wasn’t about you. You were just in it.”

“Oh, that’s true love if I ever did see it.”

“Don’t you have a class to teach?” You asked as you turned into the kitchen.

“I wonder what we did this time? Frolic on the beach? Have to say though, I’m not one to frolic anymore, but I could make an exception-”

You stuffed an apple into his mouth before turning to face him. “Remind me, how does the saying go again? An apple a day keeps your wife from killing you in your sleep?”

Walking away, you headed through the back doors and outside leaving Logan to bite down on his apple, all the while smiling.

Something that you didn’t think through however, was having to keep the rouse up. And it wasn’t long before everyone knew. At least, all of the team knew.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” Xavier said as he entered into the living room where you were sitting on one end of the sofa, curled up with a book, whilst Logan sat diagonal to you across the table, spread out, grading papers.

“I have to say though, I thought I’d at least get an invite.”

Logan smiled, “That makes two of us.”

You just glared from over your book before going back to reading.

“I have to say also, you both make a very cute couple. Of course, I was betting on it taking an extra couple of months.”

“I think Y/n helped to speed things up a little.”

You continued to glare. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“How could you tell?”

Rolling your eyes, you went back to trying to read your book.

“Well, I suppose I best leave you both alone. What with you two still being in the honeymoon stage and all.”

Charles chuckled to himself as he left the room, not forgetting to shut the door behind him.

You and Logan remained in silence for a while longer. However, Logan didn’t miss your gaze. Every couple of minutes you would look up and watch him. He could feel your eyes on him, heating his skin from under all his metal.

“You know, if you didn’t keep staring at me every five minutes, you might have finished your book.”

“What?”

“Ooh, feigning disinterest. How original.”

After a moment, Logan stood and started walking over towards you. “You know, you could just ask.”

“Ask what?”

Logan sat beside you on the sofa, facing you, leaning in a little closer. “If that’s what it would be like?”

“If…what would be like what?”

Logan’s arms fell to either side of you on the sofa, caging you in. “If that’s what it would be like for us to be in the same room as each other without fighting. I’m sure you’ve thought about me once or twice. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

“Am I really that transparent to you?”

Logan practically smirked as his head tilted a little and he came closer to you. “You forget I can hear your heartbeat, Sweetheart.”

Your lips parted for a moment, feeling your heart rate increase even more.

“I think you’re forgetting something else, too.”

“What’s that?”

Logan reached for you. Or rather, behind you.

Pulling the cord, the lamp came on.

“You hate me.”

That night, you lay awake in bed, wishing and hoping and praying on every goddamn star in the sky that you wouldn’t dream about him again.

That you wouldn’t dream about the way his touch warmed yours, or how he would kiss you in all the right places, willing his name from your lips. That you wouldn’t dream about his arms wrapping around you or how, in a dark bedroom alone, you would hear the shower turn off only to have him emerge in a billow of steam like some kind of Greek or Roman God, just wrapped in a towel looking at you like…that.

That you wouldn’t dream about him in a way that you wouldn’t let yourself acknowledge. That you wouldn’t want to outwardly and knowingly fall in love with him, and have him fall right back.

But, of course, the wishing and the hoping and the praying didn’t work.

Because when you next opened your eyes, you were left with the memories of a dream that included not only you teaching – like you did most days of the week – but the classroom emptying to allow both yourself and Logan some privacy where he placed his hand against your stomach and kissed you. “She’s got her daddy’s strength, all right. I feel like I’m being kicked by a horse.”

You woke up with the fading feeling of the gentle yet firm hand Logan had on your stomach, and your heart’s growth fading a little when you realised it was just a dream.

For the fifth dream in the space of a week, you were beginning to think you were cursed. Or, at the very least, had a problem.

However, it all changed when you woke up in a sweat.

Finally, three days had passed and no dreams at all. Nothing to do with Logan. Not even a single thought whilst you were asleep.

And then things grew dark.

You had been running. For your life. All around you, stars were falling from the sky, hitting the ground and shaking it from beneath you. Each way you turned kicked dirt into your face, making it harder to breathe. Your lungs felt like they were on fire before you finally reached a set of metal doors.

Inside, you ran around, dipping in and around different stacked crates, your head whipping around you trying to check all angles. “Where are you?” you kept asking yourself. “Please be here.”

Then you found him.

But you heard him first.

A scream.

Turning, the room turned with you until you found yourself in some kind of lab. Logan strapped to the table, and just as you stepped forward you found yourself being held back by two soldiers who had to be at least seven feet tall and six feet wide.

No matter how you moved, you couldn’t.

They were branding Logan. Burning him with needles and different iron poles and wires. He was screaming in pain, unable to turn his body away from it.

“Stop! Stop! You’re hurting him! Please! Stop!”

But they couldn’t hear you. No glass was in front of you, but there might as well have been.

“No! Logan! Please! Stop hurting! Just…Please!”

Logan now turned to look at you. And as he did, your heart broke. He wasn’t walking away from this one. Looking at you, you saw silent tears roll from his eyes and down his cheek. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay.”

“Logan…”

Your body was becoming limp in the soldiers arms.

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I’m-” With a hot iron rod to his back, he screamed out in pain trying to move away from it.

You screamed again, willing them to stop hurting him. To hurt you instead. But they wouldn’t. It was killing you. And everyone could see that. Even Logan as he took his last look.

You called out his name.

And woke up, calling out his name as you threw yourself to sit up in bed.

Around you, your entire room was cased in darkness save for the moon-light flooding in. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for you to make out the outline of your room and the things in it.

It took you a moment to catch your breath long enough to find a clear head to know your body was moving.

Pulling the covers from you, you made your way out of your room and down the hall before you found his room. Except, as your hand hovered over the knob, it swung open and you stepped back. Whatever breath you had caught in your room was once again gone.

Logan stood, his eyes adjusting to the light from the hallway, shirtless. Along with the pyjama bottoms Rouge had given him in a set last Christmas.

“Y/n…I was just coming to check on you. Are you-”

Surprising Logan, and perhaps yourself, you hugged him. Tight. “Okay?” Logan finished his question but didn’t expect an answer.

It took him a moment, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you. Even though he could, he didn’t need to hear your heartbeat to know you were nervous, scared and relieved all at the same time. You were still shaking and you were just starting to catch your breath again.

“I heard you shout me…are you okay?” Logan asked in a soft voice.

You just tightened your grip. “I thought….I thought…”

Logan shook his head. Feeling your heart bash against your rib cage and into his was enough to let him know now wasn’t the time.

“You don’t have to explain right now. Come and lie down.”

And you did.

Letting go of Logan for a moment, he led you inside, shutting the door behind him and lifting the covers for you to slide inside.

He lay down next to you and held onto your hand, two fingers holding onto your wrist.

He had more natural light in his room which allowed him to see you a little clearer in the dark as you lay and faced him.

He pressed your hand over his heart and he spoke to you softer than he ever had before.

“Just count my heartbeats.”

And you did.

Logan began counting yours in his head as he held onto your wrist but soon lost count when your gaze eventually met his.

Your heart rate eventually also began to slow. Rather than having it thunder against your chest, leaving both you and Logan wondering if some kind of Looney Tunes spell had been cast on the school which would make your heart physically leap out of your chest, it beat like normal.

He watched as your eyes started to grow heavier before they finally closed and your breathing became even. And only once that happened, did he allow himself to relax.

By the time you woke up, you found your own nose and forehead pressed lightly against Logan’s, your bodies naturally falling closer together as his hand held onto yours whilst his other was pressed under your neck and against your pulse point.

Then you remembered last night. Your nightmare. Waking up in a sweat. Rushing down the hallway towards his room. Hugging him and never wanting to let go. His own heartbeat against the palm of your hand. His scent enveloping you whilst the heat from his body made you feel safe, warm and relaxed.

“Hey,”

Softly, you brought your gaze back to Logan’s eyes. You never got to see this side of him. The fresh out of bed – in this case, in – look.

“Hey.”

“Do you want to talk about last night?”

You swallowed lightly and shook your head. “It was nothing.”

“You had a nightmare.”

You looked away from him for a moment but felt his fingertips press into the back of your neck, begging you to look at him.

“It wasn’t nothing. Please…talk to me.”

Your gaze flicked back and forth between his eyes, trying to get a read on him.

He really wanted to know.

“You died, Logan. At least…I think you did.”

And you went on to explain. About the running, the cave, the metal rods, the screaming, the shouting, the soldiers – all of it.

Every final detail.

“All I wanted was to get to you. To make it stop. But I couldn’t. You were screaming in pain and telling me you were going to be okay. I wanted to get you out- I needed to get you out. But every time I tried to move…”

Your voice broke, your eyes filled and Logan felt his own heart break looking at you. How he wished he could erase it. How all he wanted to do in that moment was erase away your pain.

Logan shushed you a little before pulling his hand from yours that he had continued holding, to allow his arm to go around your back, pulling you flush against him.

The hand that had been by your neck, pushed to the bottom of your hair line, his fingers tangling with your strands.

With a pressed kiss to your temple, Logan shook his head. “It was just a nightmare. I’m here. You’re here. We’re both safe. Hey, hey.”

Logan pushed himself back for a moment to be able to look at you. His thumb traced under your eye, brushing the tears away before they could fall down your face.

“At least this is how I find out, maybe you don’t hate me.”

You laughed a little at that. “You’re a jackass.”

“Maybe,” Logan shrugged. “But you’re in love with me anyway.”

With a scoff and a smile, despite how much you tried not to, you hit Logan in his chest. He chuckled softly for a moment, taking hold of your hand before you could do him any more bodily harm.

Not that he probably even felt you hit him. He was 90% metal. It probably would bruise you if you actually hit him.

But when Logan took your hand, things seemed to slow down.

With his gaze on you, his fingers started tracing your hand. His thumb working its way from your wrist to your palm, all the while his fingers traced up and curled around your own before your hand was flush against his, your fingers only a movement away from falling and intertwining against his.

And they did.

Logan took a minute to look at where your hands joined and any control he had over his heartbeat disappeared into an oblivion.

He looked back at you.

His fingers locked with yours and you felt your body shift closer towards him. Not fully aware of his own body, Logan had leaned up a little further from his pillow and leaning in closer towards you.

You were both hesitant, at first. Unsure of what was happening, but fully aware that it was.

The kiss was soft. Unfamiliar. Neither of you had expected this to happen when you had woken up. In all honesty, neither of you had expected it to ever happen.

Well, maybe your subconscious.

But that was a debate for another time.

However, as it came to an end, reality stuck Logan. He had kissed you. You had come to him because you had a nightmare. You had stayed by his side, in his room, for the rest of the night. And now he had kissed you.

You were right.

He was a jackass.

“I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

You shook your head and furrowed your eyebrows. Your own internal monologue was having a whale of a time confusing you. Convincing you that the kiss didn’t happen. Then that was always meant to happen. That maybe…maybe it was always meant to feel like that. Or maybe it was never meant to feel like that.

“Logan…”

For a brief moment, Logan looked confused. Were you going to yell at him? Curse him?

No.

Instead, you untangled your hand from his and Logan felt his heart sink. Then stop.

That same hand slowly, hesitantly, reached for his cheek and you…

Kissed him.

Again.

This time, it was more searching and more familiar. More trusted.

His hand now free, Logan pressed his hand to your own face, drawing you in closer whilst his arm curved around you and he allowed his hand to slip over your shoulder, down you back, towards your hip and up, inside the back of your t-shirt.

His touch was warming to you.

Your own hands traced down the side of his neck and up the side of his arm before meeting at the back, your nails scratching at the base of his hairline and neck.

Finally having moved you onto your back, Logan leaned over you, his weight shifting onto you a little.

Bringing his hands down to your hips, Logan lifted you a little further up the bed and you let out a small squeal.

And he smirked.

“Jackass.”

“You love it.”

Logan caught your smile against his own and pressed further into you, his legs slowly tangling with yours before he found his place locked between them.

Pushing the hair from your face with his hand, Logan and yourself continued searching each other. Pressing against the boundaries that had been your last partnership together.

Maybe it would take a short while to find your footing with each other. And maybe it would take even longer before you finally told Logan the truth about your first dream.

And maybe, when you finally did, he spent the entire night helping you recreate it. Proving that the reality was better and so much more than your dream.

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luvyeni · 1 year

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PlEASE TELL ME YOU TAKE REQUESTSSSSS

If you do can you do one where fem reader gets cheated on by her boyfriend and felix zips in to save the day and comforts her but it escalates and next thing you know he's giving her backshots while taking a video to send to her ex boyfriend😃

❛GETTING OVER HIM❜ ( l. felix )

p. bestfriend!felix x fem!reader w. 1.3k

warnings? smut , lil angst , doggystyle , unprotected sex , dirty talk

— 𖦹 ( felix helping you get over your cheating ex ) !

felix was pissed , your body shaking as you sobbed in his arms. you had come running to his apartment , tears running down your face as you told him the story of how your ex had cheated on you with one of the friends he told you not to worry about.

"he's such a fucking asshole." he rubbed your shoulders. "you don't deserves this , and he doesn't deserve you." he massaged your scalp , as your head laid in his lap. "it's okay , i got you bubs ." the name he used since you became friends.

"what did i do wrong?" you sniffled. "everything he wanted , i gave to him , how could he do this?" without thinking — he grabbed your jaw , forcing you to look up at him from his lap. "listen to me , you did nothing wrong , he was the one who cheating , he ruined your relationship , so don't blame yourself , he's in the wrong here."

felix couldn't help it — he knew shouldn't have done it , you were his bestfriend and you were currently a mess because of this break-up , but he liked you first and you looked so pretty , your shiny eyes , looking up at him , and he just couldn't stop himself from bringing his lips to yours , your lips soft against his.

he pulled away , guilt immediately filling his gut. "i-i'm so sorry , i should've done that , im so stupid." he rambled , but that stopped when you reached up , your hands tracing his jaw. "it's okay , i liked it." he decided it was now or never , his hand soften against your cheek as he pulled you into another passionate kiss.

things started to heat up quick , his hand began to wonder , groping your breast , you moaned into the kiss , he took this as a sign to lay you down on your back , hovering over yours. "you're so pretty." he whispered against skin , leaving little red marks against your skin. "so fucking pretty." he stripped you of your bottoms , leaving you in your white panties.

"can i taste you , please that's all i ever wanted to do." he voice dripping with lust. afraid of the noise that might come from your mouth , you nodded. he got rid of your panties , your cunt glistening with your arousal. "such a pretty cunt."

he came face to face with your cunt , "fe-felix please." you whimpered , squirming against the bed. "please make me forget." this was about you , he wanted to show you want that dickhead of a ex didn't. "don't worry , i'll make you forget all about him bubs."

he licked a stripe up your cunt , your moans going straight to his cock. "mmh , fuck bubs , you taste just as good as i thought." he would've never admitted that he often thought about what your cunt would taste like , but he had a newfound confidence that he didn't have before , and it was taking over.

he dove right into your cunt , slurping and making out with your sweetness like a starved man , you gripped his hair , your back arching off the bed. "fu-fuck felix , feels so good." he moaned against your cunt , your taste was so addicting he didn't even want to go up for air , he could die a happy man if it meant he could spend his last breath tasting your sweet cunt.

"li-lixie." you whimpered , looking down making eye contact with him. "lixie , im gonna cum." his nose brushed ever so slightly against your clit , but it was enough to send you into earth shattering orgasm , cumming all over his tongue. "hnngh , lix!"

he pulled away , his blonde hair all messy , lips swollen and wet , his eyes black with lust and his chest heaving. "fuck bubs , you taste so fucking good , after im done fucking you , im gonna need another taste of that sweet cunt." you moaned at his word alone.

he turned you on your stomach , lifting your hips up. "gonna take you like this." he freed his cock from his slacks , stroking his hard cock. "show you that im so much better than him." his pushed his finger into your fluttering hole. "fuck please lix , please fuck me."

he pulled his finger out , replacing it with his cock , you moan against the bed as he sunk his cock into your sopping hole. "fu-fucking tight pussy , did he even fuck you probably , your hole is choking my dick right now." he grunted , finally bottoming out.

"fuck , fuck if i move im gonna cum." his hips were pressed against yours , he kissed your shoulders. "so-so full." you both moaned , he pulled out , pushing himself in and out of you , slowly. "yeah , you feeling full bubs? mmh , fuck i bet you he never fucked you like this." he began to speed up his thrust. "fuck , felix more."

"more?" he grunted , thrusting as deep as he could , you let out a pornographic scream. "so big!" he smirked. "yeah , you like the way my cock is stretching your pussy out -fuck- so much better than that dickhead , i bet you he probably could even make you cum." he was fucking you as if he had something to prove.

out the corner of his eye he saw your phone , an idea striking him. "bubs , you really want to make him feel like shit , give him a good reason to miss you?" he picked it up. "wh-what are you going doing?" he didn't slow down his thrust , unlocking your phone , going straight to your camera.

"ar-are y-you filming?" he pressed record , turning the camera to you. "yeah , gonna send him a little goodbye present." he said pressing down on your back , making it arch more. "sh-shit , go-goodbye present?" he hummed. "show him what he's gonna be missing now that this pretty pussy is mines."

he held the phone in his hand , using the other to squeeze the flesh of your ass. "fu-fuck felix!" he held the ends of your shirt , using it to fuck you. "gonna imprint my cock inside you , you're only gonna be able to cum on my cock for now on." he maoned. "fu-fuck , gonna fuck you better than he ever did."

he began to thrust into at a inhumane pace , the camera definitely picking up on all your screams , your cunt squeezing around his cock , he hissed. "fuck bubs , you keep clenching around my dick like that and im gonna cum inside your pussy."

his cock was slamming against your g-spot , your second orgasm approaching quickly. "lix , lix m'gonna cum." you moaned , before you or he could react , your orgasm hit you like a ton a bricks , your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came. "fuck!"

"that's it." he fucked you harder , camera shaky. "cream my cock -ngh fuck- gonna cum , where do you want it? want me to cum inside you , fill you up to the brim?" you nodded , knowing your now ex would be jealous , you never let him cum inside you.

"fuck please cum inside me." he thrusted a few more times inside you , moaning as his cum filled your insides , he pulled out , finishing off on your back. "shit."

he stopped the video , throwing your phone to the side , so that he could tend to your needs. "you okay bubs?" his voice soft again , you hum softly. "just tired." your body was flat against the bed , exhaustion in your voice. "okay , let's get you ready so you can sleep."

he helped you into the bath , washing your body with his soap , helping you out of the shower , drying your body off while whispering sweet nothings into your ear , putting your panties back on , sliding on one of his shirts.

he fixed the beds , replacing the sheets , helping you into bed , snuggling up next to your sleeping figure. he finally picked up your phone , finding the video and your ex's number. "lix?" your eyes opened. "what are you doing?" he smiled , hitting send. "nothing pretty."

"now let's go to bed , i don't need you falling asleep on our date tomorrow."

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𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐏��𝐀𝐘 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: any nct member!ghostface x detective!fem!reader 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: “horror”, thriller, yandere-ish, smut, halloween special, scream!au 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: in these past months your only goal is to find the killer that is terrorizing the town of Woodsboro, but when you get close to him and feel like you finally have the upper hand, Ghostface turns the game around again. Or, Ghostface wants to play with you but not like he does with his victims, and you let him. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: dark content, talks of [m*rders, sl!tting throats, v!olent stuff in general], dr*g/anaesthetic use [to make mc fall asleep but unrelated to any sexu*l act (she’s awake and willing)], mentions of [dubcon] phone s*x + masturbation, implied stalking, use of restrainers, cl!t rubbing, rough t!t/n!pple play, protected s*x turns unprotected, kn!fe play, ‘fear’ play, clothes cutting, fake sympathy, pet names used in a mocking way, degradation, rough s*x, hair pulling, spit (1), p*ssy slapping, dacryphilia, possessiveness, 1 brief talk of carving, polaroids pictures, all consensual but i’ll still put a dubcon warning just to be safe (tbh it’s more like hate sex bc the mc would rip his head off but also fuck him), reader is kinda fucked up herself. | inclusivity notes: reader has hair long enough that can be pulled (no mention of texture, type and color), no mention of body type but reader is manhandled a few times and has b**bs and *ss big enough that can be cupped, no mention of skin color, no use of y/n 𝐖𝐂: 10.662k 𝐀/𝐍: this year i had vague ideas for halloween but not even a defined good one, i had some suggestions i liked but were far too complicated, and i had no energy to write them in time. but a ghostface/scream au was an idea i had in mind for some time, the original was a ghostface cosplay, but then i went with this one, and I’m happy with how it turned out. i had 2 members in mind (johnny/haechan) for the og plot, then someone suggested jeno and jisung (as a duo) but if i unmasked him the plot wouldn’t have made sense anymore, so he’s whoever you want him to be! the other ghostface is mentioned but doesn’t appear physically in the story, you can pick who you want for him too. i never wrote blankly for the male mc so let me know if it was good. please, if you like it, leave feedback through reblogs or asks! and also let me know who you imagined behind the mask 👀 enjoy and happy halloween

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄.

Your mother always told you to mind your business or else your curiosity was going to be the death of you one day.

It’s clear you never treasured her words, and your curiosity led you to be a private detective with only a few thrills in your life since now, nothing too exciting ever happened in your small town, until one day you received a phone call from the district of Woodsboro. A string of murders was terrorizing the town after years and all the evidence led to another psycho who thought it was funnier to kill people while putting on a Ghostface mask.

Months have passed since that call and you have nothing concrete. It’s like he’s only messing up with you and, in the meantime, innocent people keep dying. But you have your theories, the ones you only keep to yourself, stored away in the privacy of your diary, hidden under the pillow of your bed. Your colleagues seem decent people, but with time, you’ve learned to trust nobody.

And your secret theories led you right where you are now. In the open country, away from the small town, where a small barn grabbed your attention the first time you moved to Woodsboro.

The barn seems empty but eerie vibes surround it. The strong smell of the grass stings your nose as your black boots walk on the muddy ground, the rain of this morning still lingering in the air and in the countryside.

When you reach the perimeter, you squeeze your eyes to see inside, but the few tiny windows don’t allow you a big view. The more you walk around it to make sure it’s empty, the more the hold on your concealed carry with the gun inside tightens.

It’s late October and the cold penetrates your brown leather jacket, but the temperature is not the thing that makes you shiver.

You should’ve never followed your instinct and come here alone. You should’ve spoken to somebody else in the department, told them your theory and have some backup in this crazy plan of yours. But when your impulses take over, your smartness slips away, and you find yourself in the worst situations ever.

Like right now. You stand in front of the wooden door and find the courage to push it open. You should feel thrilled, you found him. You found the psycho that has been haunting the town for months now, messing up with you with clues and mocks that pushed you farther away from the right path. Yet, you beat him, for once it looks like you have the upper hand now that you’re walking around the empty barn away from the town. But something doesn’t feel right, your guts are telling you something but you don’t listen, you can’t walk away now that you’re so close.

There’s not much to inspect, a few pieces of furniture, a disheveled mattress in the middle of the room, and a few chairs in a corner. It almost looks like an abandoned farm if only it wasn’t for the unnerving vibes that carries with it and for two walls that call your attention. On the right, there’s a map of Woodsboro, pins linked by a red thread, connecting all the places where Ghostface hit in these past months. Your hand quickly reaches the back of your pocket to pull out your phone and snap a picture, hoping there will also be places he didn’t go, and this time you can be faster at stopping him.

What’s on the other side is worse.

“What the fuck…” you mumble under your breath as you step closer to the wall. Polaroid pictures hanging from it, Ghostface and the victims, you guess, moments before they were brutally killed. You’re not surprised, one of the gifts he would leave on the scene of the crime being Polaroids, but they didn’t make much sense. “He’s a fucking psycho,” you scoff as you take another picture.

“Surpriiise!!”

Your phone falls on the floor with a loud thud and your heart jumps in your throat when his voice breaks the deafening silence in the room, but your reflections are swift enough to make you reach for your gun and turn around, shooting.

“Boo, fail,” Ghostface laughs, hitting your wrist hard enough to make the gun fall on the floor next to your phone. “You’re really not as smart as I thought you were, don’t you know intruding on someone else’s property is illegal?” he points out, pushing your body against the wall, the sharp blade of his knife grazing the skin of your neck.

You try to keep calm, deep slow breaths as you try to don’t look scared for your life. You might die today, but you won’t give him that satisfaction.

“Don’t look so frightened, my dear. I’m quite happy to have you all to myself,” he chuckles, his hand lifts to caress your face and you struggle to avoid it, but the click of his tongue makes you stop. “I wouldn’t act too careless, it’s sharp.”

You stop moving. You are smart, and you can get yourself out of this situation. “Do you want to play a game, Ghostface?” You ask, ignoring his taunts, the irony in your voice is clear, just like it’s blatant in the slow bat of your eyelashes, but your words only make him laugh.

“Oh, that’s not how it works, detective. That’s my line. You didn’t study the script?”

You scoff, trying to take time to free yourself. “We’re switching roles. Do you want to play a game? It’s called you turn yourself in and I put you in jail.”

He snickers, and his head tilts to have a better look at your face. He’s had many people in this position before and never saw so little fear in their eyes. “Now you want to act like you don’t love the chase?”

“Fuck you, I don’t love it,” you spit out, narrowing your eyes, desperately trying to get a glimpse of anything under the mask. Another failed attempt.

He laughs darkly, so deep it hits you to the core and makes you shiver — in fear or excitement, you’ll let this decide to your better judgment. “I know you do,” he coos as his thumb covered with the black glove caresses your lips. “Enjoy the little clues I leave you around? You were interested in the pictures, I knew you loved them, that’s why you get the prettiest ones. I tell you so much, but you don’t understand me,” his voice is calm, scarily calm, and full of sarcasm filled with a sweetness that feels like a slap across your face. “I was a bit mad it took you so long to find me.”

Rage shoots up inside of you, but you instantly push it down, you can’t lose your composure. “So, what are you going to do, kill me?” Your voice drops of a tone, and your eyes turn into a teasing gaze, making him chuckle.

“Talking about death so nonchalantly with me, mmh… are you brave or dumb? Because if you ask so nicely, I just might let the knife sink in.”

You laugh lightheartedly, putting up the best performance of your life before your eyes flutter seducingly at him. “No, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel,” you coo, lips in a pout and innocence in your eyes, until you hit him with a swift, strong kick between his legs, the distraction of your performance giving you time to slip to the side, causing just a bit of your skin to cut and bleed.

“Bitch,” he mutters under his breath as he kneels to the ground. You reach for your gun, but barely have time to grab it before he pushes you on the floor again. “We were having so much fun, you just have to ruin everything.”

You’re waiting for the worst when he traps you on the floor with his body on yours, but his arms don’t lift to stab you in your chest or stomach, the last thing you see before passing out is his hand lifting in the air and the sting of a needle pushing past your skin.

The white light of the room feels like staring directly at the sun when your eyes blink repeatedly as you try to come back to earth and push away the hammering of your headache. You groan hoarsely, trying to adjust to the light, but the biggest discomfort comes from your shoulders, pushed behind your back and around the chair you’re now sitting on.

“Sorry, I had to tie you up, but you’re a bit feisty today. Didn’t want you to get hurt,” Ghostface replies to your silent questions — not so silent, considering how loud you’re groaning and struggling on the chair, trying to break free. He’s standing in front of you, but a chair is right behind him so you guess he was sitting there before you woke up.

“You can’t even take one down without a fight? Need to kill me without breaking a sweat?” You taunt, eyes dark and a deep frown on your forehead.

But your teasing seems to leave him unfazed as he walks toward you with a glass in hand. “Drink.”

You scoff, staring at him. You hate that you can’t see him, not even because you want to find out who’s hiding under there, but also because you feel like you can’t confront him well enough. “You think I’m so stupid to accept a drink from a psycho?”

His head rolls back followed by an annoyed sigh as he stops right in front of you. His black boots bumping against yours. “You know that’s not how I move, no fun in killing with these shortcuts. Drink. I would never want you to pass out here,” he coos while his free hand pushes your hair out of your face. You can’t see behind the mask, but you know he has a shit-eating grin on his face. He moves the glass to your lips, but you turn to the side, he doesn’t give you a choice when he strongly grips your chin, pushing your lips open, and forces the water down your throat. “Oops, it spilled all over, you’re so messy, detective,” he snickers when water drips on your chin and shirt. As if he didn’t do it on purpose.

“Asshole,” you mutter, eyes closing into fissures while you look at him. His head tilts, “Oh, brave. I could slit your throat right now, add you to the collection.”

You chuckle darkly, shaking your head. “You won’t,” you say firmly. “You’ve never had someone quite as fun as me.”

A low laughter escapes from the mask. “So, you are at least a bit smart?” His hand places on your thigh and you try to move away, but the chair screeches on the floor, and his hold only tightens.

“Don’t play games now. Don’t fake it,” he groans, hand moving up on your blue jeans. “You enjoyed our last conversation,” he whispers, the mask close to your face, so close you can almost see his eyes behind the blackness of the two holes. “Had shivers run down your back when the phone rang in the middle of the night, haven’t you? You sat up straight in your big bed, all alone, and felt fear take over. Never answer unknown numbers. That’s what they say, that’s what you say, running around town, warning everyone about me,” he laughs deeply. “And then look at you, picking up that phone call, eager to hear my voice on the other side.”

“You’re a psycho,” you spit out, struggling against the restrainers. But once again it is an act; he is a psycho, but you are starting to fear you aren’t much different.

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, I am, never denied that. But don’t act better than me. You stood right in front of that window, stripping for me, touching yourself for me, moaning for me. How fucked up that is?” He snickers. “You have fucked up fantasies, my pretty detective, but I’m not one to judge. I’d gladly help.”

You laugh quietly, trying to look confident but it comes out shaky from your throat, “If you want to help, take the mask off and show me who you are.”

“Wow, wow, darling. Not so soon, I’m not one to burn stages in a relationship. What next? Want to meet my mom?”

You inhale sharply, and spit on him, “God, you’re insane.” Your eyes snap open when he pulls out of his back the sharp knife, your breath is stuck in your throat and fear runs all over your body. And once again you regret how impulsive you are. You did well all these past years of training and then on the first real-life experiences at pushing this side of you in the cage, but it looks like it’s coming out like a beast that’s been trapped too long.

“Don’t be so scared,” he huffs, the fake sympathy in his voice should make you mad but it triggers something else inside of you, and you hate to admit that he might be right, you’re enjoying this more than you should, you’re enjoying this entire chase more than you should. It’s like a game, but it’s not when real people are dying. “I would never hurt you,” his voice is raspy, slightly muffled by the ghost mask he’s wearing, and the knife sits on your sternum. “I hope you didn’t like this shirt too much, detective.”

You don’t have time to react, the steel cuts your shirt neatly, the sound bouncing in the small room and the sharp tip brushing your skin. You shiver, gulping hard and closing your eyes, already feeling the sensation of it cutting through you, but it doesn’t happen.

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head disappointingly. “You truly don’t trust me. I’m offended, and I don’t like when people offend me. Just like I don’t like when they hang up the phone while we’re playing. If people were respectful, I wouldn’t have to kill them, you know?” You stare at him with a furrow on your face, you’d like to take the mask off and see his eyes, not really to find out who’s hiding underneath that mask, but to see if his gaze is as insane as you imagine it to be.

“Let me go,” you say, the skin of your wrist bruised from the pressure you’re applying against the ropes.

“Don’t struggle too much, it turns me on,” he warns, kneeling at your level. He smiles softly and thinks it’s a pity you can’t see it, you’re just so pretty, with your beautiful face filled with different emotions and your eyes looking at him with a gaze that wants to be threatening but it’s all the opposite, almost making you look like a lost puppy.

“Why?”

“Why? It’s funny to see the victim beg for their life, it makes you feel powerful, you could show mercy, but you don’t,” the smug smile on his hidden face can be heard in his voice and you shiver at how cold he sounds, the shrug of his shoulder is just the cherry on top to his unhinged behaviour.

“So, you’re just going to keep me here?”

“No, I want to play with you. Do you want to play a game, detective?”

Your gaze falls on your thighs where his hand is placed again, the black gloves preventing it from leaving traces behind, as it slowly moves closer to your heat.

You snicker, pretending to play it cool, but your breath twitches at the contact. “’Cause if I said no you would stop?”

“Hey, I’m a killer, not a rapist,” he defends, shrugging. Yet, you still don’t reply, and he doesn’t like that. “So? I’m not so patient when I ask people if they want to play with me, so don’t test me.”

You swallow hard, swiftly looking around to see if you can pull a move on him. Damnit, it’s your chance to get him and throw him in jail but instead, you’re seriously thinking about his proposal. You fool yourself that you’re only doing this because maybe he could slip, maybe he could say something in the heat of the moment that could give you a clue, or he could leave his traces on you somehow, maybe his mask could fall, but you know you’re feeling something else. Attraction.

“I said,” he mutters, his face comes closer to yours, making you pull back, and the knife pushes flat in the hollow of your chest, “do you want to play a game, detective?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” you mutter, starting to breathe again when he pulls the knife away.

“Good, I love playing with you.” His fingers move to unbutton your jeans and then pull the zip down, you look at him attentively. “Lift your hips for me, love?”

You glare at him at the pet name but he only chuckles deeply. “What? If I’m rough with you, you get mad, if I’m sweet with you, you get mad. I can never win, can I?”

You huff, deciding it’s better to not reply and just do as he says. Your pants are quickly at your ankles and suddenly you feel even more trapped than before now that you can’t even move your legs, but his touch on your naked skin takes you away from that thought.

“Pretty panties just for me?” He coos, tilting his head to the side as he stares at your burgundy panties with the lace trim. “Were you hoping to find me here so we could finish what we started on the phone?”

“Shut up, this is not for you,” you retort, your forehead creasing with a furrow.

“And who is it for?” He asks, cupping your pussy, watching your body shiver. “Oh, no, please don’t tell me there’s a boyfriend I’m not aware of. I’d hate to kill him.”

You bite your lips and keep the contact with the mask, but words struggle to come out when his index finger starts rubbing on your clit, moving from the slit —where you can feel you’re starting to get wet— to your sensitive nub. “It’s not for you,” you repeat, trying to don’t show how much his touch is affecting you.

“Well, you want me to work so hard too, I’ll have to find out on my own if someone is playing with what’s mine,” he replays nonchalantly. “I know where to find you, maybe I’ll come visit again.”

“You talk so much for someone who wants to play so badly,” you retort, a teasing grin curling your lips.

“Sorry, I didn’t know my princess was so eager,” he replies, saccharine voice filled with mockery, before a harsh slap lands on your pussy making you jolt and whimper. “Want my fingers?”

The glare you give him would be enough to kill him; isn’t this pathetic enough? How much more does he want you to humiliate yourself?

He rolls his head back and then the knife is against your neck again. “Do we have to do this every time I ask you a question? Do you want my fingers, detective?”

“Yes,” you whisper. Your body relaxes momentarily before tensing up with excitement again, but it quickly shifts to disappointment. “What are you doing?” You ask when his covered fingers press against you again.

“Oh, you’ll get the gloves too, I’m not dumb, you know? Don’t leave fingerprints on dead bodies, won’t even leave them on yours,” his voice is smug, all the confidence of someone who didn’t make a wrong move and somehow was always ahead of you and the police department.

You hate him. You hate he’s so much better than you at this. And you hate him even more now that he has you fighting whimpers and moans.

“Are you seriously going to pretend you don’t like this while your hips are bucking up?” He taunts, clicking his tongue in a mock. “Think moaning is more pathetic than humping my fingers like a bitch in heat?”

Your mouth opens to retort but you can’t deny the evidence; your hips are rolling against his hand, chasing for more, your panties are darkening as your wetness leaks through the fabric and your chest is heaving in erratic motions.

“Look at me,” he sings, hand moving up to graze your neck, thumb pressing on your carotid, making your head snap up. “You listen so swiftly when you fear for your life. It’s funny, you know, because I truly would never hurt you.”

You chuckle, shaking your head, trying to pull away from his hold when his hand moves up to caress your jaw. The gentleness of his touch is even scarier than when he has his knife pointed against you. “Is this what turns you on? The fear in their eyes?”

His head tilts to the side, shoulders lifting in a shrug. “Partially. But not in your case, what turns me on with you it’s the chase, and the fact I always win.”

You scoff bitterly, struggling in his hold but his hand quickly grips your chin and pulls you closer. “Didn’t you see the movies? The villain always dies.”

“If the heroine is not busy getting fucked by him,” he mocks, squeezing your face harder and moving his fingers faster on your clit. Your head rolls back and so do your eyes while a chocked moan leaves your lips. “See, I doubt you will shoot me in the head if you keep moaning like this.”

You groan angrily, you’re madder at you than you are at him. You want him and it’s so wrong that you do, but there’s not even a siren ringing in your head, telling you to make this stop.

“No, shh, shh, angel, it’s fine, this will be our little secret,” he whispers to your ear, the mask rubbing against your face, and when your eyes turn to look at him, you can see small dots of blood on the white varnish. “We could play another game: one secret for you, and one secret for me. If you behave, maybe I’ll reveal myself to you, if you promise to keep it to yourself.”

Your teeth sink into your lips harder when he delivers another harsh slap on your clit before resuming his quick movements. “Just — just tell me if I know you,” you mumble. You know he will never reveal himself, but maybe you can get something more, anything to complete the missing pieces of the puzzle.

He chuckles darkly, staring at a spot behind you as he pretends to think. “Mhh, we’ve met.”

You frown and your heart jumps in your throat for a moment at the thought you’ve seen him. “Only met?”

“We talked,” he adds, finally letting go of your face, making you breathe normally again.

Your eyes widen while your brain hurts as you try to quickly connect the dots, and find out who’s hiding underneath the mask, you just have to put a face on a voice — even if distorted, but you can’t. And suddenly realization slumps on you.

“Will it — will it break my heart?”

He snickers under his breath as he looks into your sad eyes, you’re looking at him like a dog when it’s being scolded, but in this case, you’re also silently praying he’s not someone close to you. He has no idea why that would make you feel better, if you care more about Ghostface or whoever is hiding under the mask, but it doesn’t matter, and he mocks you again, mimicking you in a high-pitched voice. “Will it hurt if I was someone close to you? A colleague? A friend? A lover?”

Your breath gets faster. Will it? Would you turn him in or defend him? And you can’t stand you’re even questioning it, of course you’ll turn him in, that’s your job, but most importantly, your duty. But will you? You could be doing it now, and you’re not.

“See? It’s not as funny if you know me,” he laughs at your face, your thoughts so loud he could get a headache. “It’s not as exciting, you love the thrill of this too, more than you like to admit.”

“Fuck,” you curse when his other hand cups your covered breast, it’s a harsh tug and the leather feels weird on your skin, yet, it makes you clasp your thighs and forget what was tormenting your morals, again.

“They’re so perfect, I can’t believe you always keep them hidden under those ugly clothes,” he pouts, giving it another hard squeeze. “Sorry.”

“For what — what the fuck?” You scream when he cuts your bra with the knife, first the middle and then the straps, the matching burgundy bra falling in pieces on the bottom of the chair.

“It was getting in the way, and I don’t like things that get in my way. I cut them off,” in his voice lingers a hysterical laugh that makes you shiver, and in times like this, you’re glad you can’t see his face.

You gulp and automatically close your legs.

“Not you,” he reassures you, forcing your thighs open again with a smack, “you entertain me. And you suck at your job, so it’s clear you also don’t get in the way.”

“I’m good at my job and I will get you and put you behind bars —”

“Uh, uh,” he clicks his tongue, knife under your jaw before you can even finish the sentence, silencing you in an instant. “We were having so much fun, don’t ruin it, babe.”

You swallow and look down following the path he’s tracing with the knife, goosebumps bloom on your skin and you hold your breath when it gets closer to your neck, only releasing it when the blade sits in the hollow of your chest.

“It’s so funny how you shake like a leaf, I’m a professional,” he says, sounding almost offended. And you furrow, is he talking about the knife or his fingers? “Both, love.”

Another groan leaves your lips before he moves the crotch to the side and the cold air of the room hits your burning core. You’ve never been so ashamed your entire life, you shouldn’t be an open book to him, you shouldn’t be so malleable in his hands, it’s pathetic and humiliating.

“You’re so fucking wet. I’m quite pissed I can’t run to the police department and let them know how much I turn you on. I can already see the disappointment on their faces,” he taunts, the slick sound of his gloves against your dripping pussy burns your body in shame and excitement.

“Don’t you dare,” you spit out, but you don’t sound so menacing since your voice breaks, and a pathetically high-pitched moan rolls from your tongue right after.

“I said I’m not going to, I keep my promises,” he kneels to the ground, one hand keeping you spread more and the other is still busy taking care of you. “Maybe if you promise you won’t shoot or put me in handcuffs right away when you’ll find out who I am, I can eat you out. I bet you let out the prettiest moans when you have someone between your legs.”

Your head rolls back, and you hiss. “You wish,” you retort through gritted teeth, but a part of you dies to know what that would be like. “I will never give you the satisfaction.”

He laughs mockingly. “Maybe I should blindfold you and do it now, will you recognize me by that?” At those words your body tenses up, head standing straight again as you look down at him with terror in your eyes. “What?” He asks in a giggle, surprised by your reaction. “You’re fucking with me right now, I still have blood on me. Would that be the most problematic thing? Having fucked with me before? Without this mask?”

“You’re just messing with me,” you mutter but your brain is trying to think, the list of the people you’ve been with is not that long, he can’t be so stupid to out himself like that, right?

“Maybe… I love it when I can see you think,” he whispers. “Usually, you have your hands in your hair, pulling at it even if you just washed it or spent hours styling it, and then you nervously bite your right thumb, somehow there’s always a hangnail to pull until it bleeds, oh, and you also nervously walk back and forth, two steps forward, two steps back. It’s cute, really. You have no fucking clue how to stop this, but you look so into it, chasing after me… well, so you think because, let’s be honest, you’re only chasing after your tail.”

You can’t believe he knows all of this, how close to you is he? And a few names start popping into your mind, but for each face that you see, your only answer is it can’t be.

“Why are you surprised? I told you, I love watching you,” he says, voice scarily soft even through the distortion of the mask. “You’re very pretty, detective. When you work hard to catch me, and even more when you screw it all up to moan for me.”

“Ugh,” you groan through gritted teeth, wrist rubbing against the rope keeping you in place and hips bucking up, anger and pleasure mixing like a drug in your brain. You hate to admit it, but you’re close and you doubt you can push back your climax any longer.

“It’s alright, love, I told you, I won’t judge you,” he hums. He studies your face for a moment, admiring how your teeth trap your lips in the vain attempt to don’t truly show how much you’re enjoying this, but your eyes are filled with lust, lightly glassy, and your cum is painting his gloves white. “Now, will you come for me?”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, your body shutters as the orgasm washes over you, the quick movements of his fingers on your sensitive clit making your nails dig into the palm of your hands while your moans slip out of you freely. Your morality disappears, getting dragged away with the orgasm that consumes you before leaving.

You forget where you are for a moment, or to be more precise, with who you are with, as you let your head roll back, close your eyes and take deep breaths, waiting for the high to pass.

The thing doesn’t bother Ghostface, though, he sees enough fear in people’s eyes, he likes it better when you stop pretending and relax around him. That’s the thrilling thing about you, you are the most entertaining game he has ever played. With all the others he knows how it will end, their lifeless bodies laying in a pool of their own blood and the sirens of the police going off in the background as he blends in with the crowd, but with you? It’s unknown. Like a Russian roulette.

He’d love to shred all your clothes off, but he knows you’d have to spill your guts (not literally) if you walk out of there completely naked, and he’s sure the version you would tell the police would add another crime to his name. So, he takes your shoes off and then pulls your pants down.

Your laugh makes him raise his face and stare at you. “What’s so funny, dollface?”

You shrug, wetting your lips. “You scare me more when you act all sweet, you know?”

He scoffs, standing up again, and caressing your face. “You want me to hurt you so badly. I could carve a heart right here,” he presses the tip of the blade next to your heart, tracing the shape of a heart, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. “It would look so pretty on you, and you will always carry me with you. Isn’t it nice? Couple goals.”

You raise a brow at him, he doesn’t even realize it, but he’s giving away so much of his personality, even if you don’t find it out now, you’re pretty positive all of this is leading you somewhere. You shake your head quickly, trying not to show how hard you’re thinking about your plan. “I only want one thing from you, and you know what it is.”

He chuckles, leaning next to your ear. “My dick.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you curse, accidentally kicking him now that your legs are free to move. You suck your breath in, fearing your move, even if involuntary, might piss him off.

He hisses but doesn’t do anything else. “Don’t get all bratty here, doll. You said you wanted to play a game, and we’re going to play it until the end.”

When he cuts your panties and balls them in his fist, saying “keeping them as a souvenir,” with a grin that can be heard in his voice, you only reply with an “asshole.”

Once again, he doesn’t pay your insults any mind, and you wonder why he’s so nice to you. Should you fear it? Will you be his last victim, getting the worst death of them all because he needs to put on a show? “Now I will untie you, if you play any trick on me… you know how it ends.”

You nod quickly, watching him disappear from your view as he stands behind you. You inhale when the knife places against your neck again and roll your eyes back. “You don’t have to do this every time, you know?”

“It turns you on,” he retorts firmly. “And I need to make sure you don’t do any funny business.”

Your eyes roll back again but you try to relax anyway and keep still when your wrists are finally free. Your shoulders are in a more comfortable position again as you subtly roll them to ease up. “Get up,” he orders, and you follow, moving carefully because the blade is still close to your body and you don’t want to end up dead on the floor. “Good, now lay on the mattress.”

Your face twists in disgust when you’re reminded of the mattress on the floor, but he pushes you forward.

“We didn’t kill anybody there.”

You stop, turning around swiftly, and his reflections are rapid enough that he doesn’t push the knife into your chest. “We?”

“Oh… it didn’t click yet…” He laughs darkly at your expression, the whole world falling on your shoulders as you wonder how could you be so stupid to not realize it. “Sorry, love. But hey, aren’t you happy I helped you out?”

You glare at him but then bring your hand to your hair and your thumb to your lips. Of course, there are two of them, that’s the only way they could always be so headed of you.

“Not the right moment to think about that,” he warns, voice dropping lower, making you stop your nervous ticks. “Get on the bed.”

You turn around again, suddenly aware that he’s completely covered and you’re bare. That thought makes you seek the cover of the mattress more, and swiftly you’re laying where he wants you. But it also turns you on, being so exposed to him while he’s giving you not even a peak of who’s under the mask and the clothes send chills down your body and more cum drips out you.

“Promise you’ll be good? We can play cat and mouse later if you want to,” he asks, the blade running flat on your boobs, making him chuckle darkly when your nipples harden at the contact and your hips buck up. “You promise, detective?” He repeats with urge when you don’t reply, too busy watching the knife move on your body as he pins you down.

“Promise,” you reply, looking into the blackness of the eyes of the mask.

He chuckles under the mask, and you watch him unbuckle his pants. You could easily grab the weapon that’s on your stomach and stab him, you could even un-mask him, but you lay still, almost mesmerized. And the conscience inside of you likes to remind you how fucked up you and your morals are, but you brush it off, shaking your head quickly.

“Turn around,” he orders, but you hesitate. That’s too much vulnerability. It’s clear he doesn’t like your hesitation when he groans, grabbing the knife and pushing it aside. “God, I have to do everything with you,” he sighs as he forcefully flips you on your stomach before his legs trap you again. This time you can’t do anything even if you want to, but once again, you don’t want to.

“Fuck,” he moans, hands cupping your full ass and squeezing hard, the firm hold eliciting a moan from you. “Look at you, so fucking pretty. Keep your head down, don’t try to even get a peak,” he warns, and your immediate reaction is to turn around to understand what’s going on, but you know better, so you press your face into the pillow and only when you hear the loud sound of a spit and a glob of saliva drip between your folds you understand what happened. “Not that it was needed, you’re dripping. But you know, I like to get messy at times.”

You turn your face around, resting your head on the pillow, and bite your lips. The smugness and insanity of his voice causing more cum to ooze out of your pussy.

“I want to feel you so bad,” he hums, spreading your cunt, making you feel so exposed, “but will you run to the police? Will you tell them ‘oh no, I had to fuck Mr. Ghostface to have a bit of his DNA and save the town from this psycho’?” he mocks with a high-pitched voice, it doesn’t sound like you at all, more like a hopeless, brain-dead, blonde girl that dies within the first minutes of any horror movie.

You snicker. “You underestimate me, I could say I got those traces from somewhere else.”

“But will you? Also, I’m pretty sure they will find traces of you too. How humiliating would that be? Come on, honey, I won’t blackmail you, but you will screw yourself over? That’s not very smart of you.”

He’s right, you hate that he’s right. You will have to out yourself in the process of trying to turn him in. “I — I won’t.”

Deep down he knows you won’t, there’s no way they won’t trace it back at you too, and he also knows you won’t try to play the victim when you’re not, but he needs to be conscious, one wrong step and you could turn the game around. As much as he likes to mock you, he knows you’re smart and have been close to discovering them a few times, it was a matter of luck, and they were extremely lucky.

“Better safe than in jail,” he chuckles darkly, you don’t even try to peer around, and only listen to the plastic of the condom rip.

You whimper when you feel the tip against your slit, and you hide your face in the pillow as if that could change the reality of what you’re willingly doing. You’re too excited to be so ashamed of your actions, but, even if some may argue your morality is nowhere to be found, it still feels like a big balloon hovering over you.

You shiver when you feel the mask rest on your shoulder, “Nah, ah, angel, no being ashamed now. I told you I don’t like rude people, so don’t be rude and ask me nicely to fuck you.”

The urge to slap him is stronger than anything else, but once again your greed makes him win. “Please… please fuck me.”

“Not what I want to hear, you know what I want. We practiced the other night, haven’t we?” He reminds you, a hand creeping around your neck, holding tight enough to make buzzes of fear run through your bones.

You close your eyes, inhaling as deeply as you can while trying to find the courage to humiliate yourself one last time, but then the words slip out, “Please, fuck me, Ghostface,” and the air gets knocked out of your lungs when he pushes into you. It’s a strong, deep thrust that fills you to the brim and knocks you over. Your head falls against the pillow again while his loud groan fills your ears, “Fuck, it sounds so good from your lips.”

“Oh, fuck,” you curse through gritted teeth when he starts moving right away, barely giving you time to adjust to the feeling, thick dick grazing your insides and strong hands wrapping around your waist tightly.

“Is it too much for you, detective? My sweet little angel can’t take it?”

A groan slips past your lips, you try to stand up on your elbows, but he pushes you down. His body presses against your back and you feel trapped again. “Don’t move. I will fuck you so deep into this mattress that I will feel your scent for days after this. I want your face smashed against the pillow, I want it to be wet with your ruined makeup and tears, got it? ”

You nod quickly, shoulders dropping as you slump against the mattress. His breathing next to your ear makes you shiver, and you wonder if that’s the last thing the non-so-lucky people have met him heard before dying. But you push it away, for the sake of your sanity, you have to fool yourself that you’re not so attracted to a bloody murderer, that your morals are still intact, and that you are a good person.

It’s pathetic how all the anger you feel disappears with each calculated thrust, pleasure getting to your brain so quickly you stop holding back. Soft whimpers and moans roll out of your tongue and unconsciously your ass grinds back into him.

“Fuck, that’s what I want to hear,” he hums, standing up while his hands wrap around your waist. He never wanted to burn those gloves so badly, feeling the urge to feel your burning skin and mark you with his bare hands, but he can’t risk it. That doesn’t mean he can’t leave marks in other ways. One hand leaves your hips and cups your boob, eliciting a broken moan from you. “Have I told you they’re so pretty?”

“Mhh,” you mumble, eyes closing as he pinches down on your nipple. You wish you could say it hurt you but instead, it makes you clench hard around him, cum leaking out more with each pinch on your delicate, sensitive buds.

“Shit, you really are into pain,” he comments, there’s mockery in his voice —like always— but there’s also a genuine surprise. “Who would’ve thought, my innocent detective is way more fucked in the head than I thought.”

“I — I’m not,” you retort, groaning and forcing your eyes open, but the deep chuckle that rumbles in his chest makes you quiver, and your attitude drops in a moment.

“Honey,” he slurs, voice dipped in honey, “you’re letting Ghostface fuck you dumb, you are fucked in the head.”

You shake your head quickly, but he’s had enough of your lies. The rough tug at your hair makes you let out a choked gasp as your head is lifted from the pillow. “I know you better than anyone else, angel,” he groans, mask pressed against your hot face. “I know your dirty, little secrets. I know what runs into that dirty, little mind of yours. You can’t lie to me,” he almost purrs, a low chuckle making shame fire up inside of you, “and I can feel you, princess. Squeezing me, barely allowing me to pull out to fuck back into you. Fuck — I should feel you right now, no stupid rubber between us.”

Another broken moan slips from your lips when he roughly lets go of the hold on you, your fingers clench hard around the thin sheet under you, and your hips jerk up even more. It’s like you want to feel him more, to have him imprint himself deep into you, so far under your skin that you won’t be able to wash him off, and you don’t even know why you feel like this. Why it made you feel like this a week prior too, all the hesitation and fear as you picked up the phone and heard his breathy, distorted voice, flying out of the window the moment he started ordering you around. But was it truly an order when your only hesitation came from the fear of judgement, and you could only feel your body tingle with excitement? Sitting in front of the window, having no idea where he was hiding, putting on a show for the killer you swore you hated and making yourself come the hardest you’ve ever done.

“It makes you feel special, doesn’t it? The way you’re the only exception. The only one I would never hurt.” His voice is lower, hitting you to the core, making your toes curl and your breath falter in your chest. “You’re like a daisy in a garden of bloody, red roses.”

“Please,” you breathe out, choking on your tongue, eyes fluttering open shyly.

“Want me to stop?” He coos, head cocking to the side as he lands a sharp slap on your asscheek that makes you hiccup on a whimper and then another to your boob that drags a louder cry out of you. “Don’t want to hear how special you are?”

But that’s not what you meant. Your pleads were about something else, something you struggle to confess.

A deep laugh resonates in his chest as he looks down at your already wrecked face. You’re so precious, he can’t believe you sometimes think he could hurt you. His prettiest game, his wildest fantasy. The thrill he feels in his bones every time he’s close to you, so, so near to being discovered and yet always safe. It’s exciting, getting to his brain so much he can hardly hide how much it turns him on. But you’ve never been this close before. He dreamed about fucking you, having you pressed under him, begging, moaning and crying as his dick hit deep into your sweet pussy, pounding into you over and over again until you were nothing but mush in his hands. He wanted to strip you down completely and leave nothing of the women he sees and admires every single day. He dreamed of having all this power over you, watching you get weak on your knees and let him do anything he wanted, watching your body convulse in pleasure and your brain empty. And here you are now; wet, fucked-out eyes looking up at him while your pretty, plump mouth opens and closes as your shut-down brain tries hard to find the words.

“Speak up, princess. I don’t like to wait.”

“Please, wa-want to feel you,” you slur in a whisper, eyes blinking lazily as you try to hold onto what’s left of your sanity.

He chuckles, his thrusts coming to a stop that makes you whine in disappointment. “You want me to fuck you raw, detective?”

You hum, nodding slowly, not for the lack of enthusiasm but for the amount of shame that’s looming over you like a tornado. But Ghostface doesn’t like your silences, he doesn’t like it when you hesitate, that’s not what turns him on about you. It’s your impulses, the way you jump into things headfirst without thinking, for some it may be dumb, but to him, it’s just that sprinkle of insane bravery that makes life exciting. Your head is yanked up again with a rough pull of your hair, but his hold quickly moves to your neck. “I thought we were over the phase where I have to drag the words out of your mouth, detective. I’ll ask nicely one last time, do you want me to fuck you raw?”

You swallow your pride and reply meekly, “Ye-yes.”

He chuckles, pulling out of you almost completely before sinking in again with no warning, knocking the air out of your lungs, air that’s already struggling to fill them as his hold on your neck doesn’t loosen up. “See? It wasn’t that hard, was it? Even your stupid brain could put two words together.”

You gasp for air when he finally lets go and your face sinks on the pillow again.

“I’d love to, but I won’t risk it. Maybe next time, maybe if I’ll ever feel like telling you who I am,” he replies, and you groan in disappointment. Not only he doesn’t give you what you want but he also mocks you, reminding you why you’re here and how your mission flushed down the toilet as you let him play you like a violin.

“Then — fuck — please, fuck me harder,” at this point you want him to fuck you so hard your brain will just unplug and your superego can stop nagging at the back of your mind. You don’t want a single thought in your brain, just pleasure and lust.

“That I can give it to you,” he hums happily, and in a second, he complies. His hips start snapping against you at a fast speed, his tip hitting you deep repeatedly as he keeps you arched back with one hand around your waist and the other one wrapped around the makeshift ponytail he made with your hair.

You can already feel the orgasm build up at the tip of your stomach, but it only worsens when Ghostface roughly pulls you flat against him. Your head falls behind on his shoulder, eyes rolled far in your skull as your lips hang open to let out desperate moans and suck in as much air as possible.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he moans, his thumb rubs against your neck and jaw while his right hand squeezes and pulls your boobs hard before pinching the nipples. “Listen to those pretty sounds you make,” he snickers, “and you still want to pretend you’re innocent and pure? You’re fucked up just like me, baby, that’s why I like you so much,” he slurs.

You blink, once again adjusting to the light is uncomfortable but you make out just in time the fact he’s holding a Polaroid camera. “Smile for the camera, babe,” his voice rings in your ears but doesn’t reach your brain and before you know it, you’re coming just like that. The look on your face is not a smile but an expression of blissed pleasure, the exact moment as the climax explodes inside of you, making you clench around his dick and shake in his arms, your arm twisting back, letting your hand claps on his bicep and sink your nail in the thick fabric of the black cloak.

Ghostface would like to say he’s disappointed and scold you for misbehaving, but he can only stare at you with amused disbelief written all over his face. But you only see the constant expression of the mask and once again, you fear for a second he’s mad at you. Truth be told, he could even kill you right now, you wouldn’t mind much or even notice, too lost in the pleasure that’s still looming on your body.

“Fuck,” he mutters, hips slowing down until they stop completely, “you just gifted me the most precious pic in my collection,” he whispers. You feel like the edge of mockery is still persistent but at the same time something genuine lingers in it, it doesn’t make it less creepy, but the ‘fuck me harder method’ worked because you don’t question his, and yours, fucked morality and just smile dumbly.

And that smile, united with the slow bat of your wet eyelashes, is what he needs to lose it.

“Oh, fuck it, I’ll clean you up once we’re done and if you’ll try to turn me in, I’ll find out, so you better keep your promise, alright?”

You don’t get what he’s talking about right away, too fucked out as you lay on the mattress waiting for his next move, but when he pulls out of you and swiftly pulls the condom out, you get it. You bite your lips in anticipation and swing your hips in invitation.

The sight would be enough to make him come right there, and he damns himself because out of all people, you can’t be his biggest weakness. It got to be some fucking joke of destiny. “Will you go to the police?”

“No,” you mumble.

“Good girl, because these little games are just for us, me and you, you can’t use what we do here to help you with your case.” When he sinks inside of you again, he feels like he could lose it all for the way your wet, warm walls wrap around him. “Fuck, fuck,” he curses, voice even more distorted now that he murmurs through gritted teeth, “you feel so fucking good.”

His thrusts now are almost primal, desperately pounding you against the mattress, keeping you pinned down with a hand on the back of your head —not that you need that, you wouldn’t be able to hold your neck up even if you wanted to— and holding for dear life on your hips with the other. You’ll probably have some bruises by the end of the night, if not colored prints on your skin, surely light discomfort at the touch will follow you for a few days. And you almost want to beg him for more, to mark you in some other ways, to leave something just for you to see and carry with you. Sick and perverted thoughts cross your mind, and you push them away swiftly.

You bite down on your lips when his hand leaves your side to torture your nipples again, he can barely push his hand between your body and the mattress, but he has just enough space to play with your sensitive nipples, making them even harder and causing you to clench even more around him. He loves how sensitive you are there and how each rub, pinch, and slap has you easily squirming and moaning under him.

“Look at you, going all dumb on my cock,” he groans, mockingly giving one harsh slap to your tits before his fingers trace your cheek. Your skin is so hot he can almost feel it through the fabric separating you, but what he’s most fascinated about are your tears, black mascara running down your beautiful face, dying on the pillow and your tortured parted lips. “Are you still thinking about being better than me or — fuck — have you finally embraced your dark side?”

Not a word comes out of your mouth when you whimper back, and not even a thought crosses your mind.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he grins smugly. “You know,” he breathes out, head thrown back as it gets harder and harder to contain the orgasm, but he doesn’t want it to end so soon, “you should fire yourself and be my toy, just my toy, every time I need you, everywhere I need you. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? It’d make you feel even more special.”

You mumble a weak reply, it’s a whispered ‘no,’ but your body doesn’t deny how much the thought turns you on. Too many responsibilities in your life and your job, too much to carry daily, but right now? Nothing. Guilt will eat you alive tomorrow but not now. Something feels exciting about being on the run with him, being the one that runs, instead of the one that chases. But it won’t happen, you believe in your job, and you want this slasher to end.

“Cause only I can get you like this, ugh,” he grunts, hips slamming faster but more sloppily against your ass, the vulgar sounds filling up the room. “No man before and no man after will make you come this hard. Nobody, love. No matter how much you’ll want to, they all will disappoint you and you will look for me in every single one of them,” he groans, each word punctuated by a harsh slam of his hips, “well, the lucky ones that will get a taste before I’ll get them and kill them.”

You don’t reply, just lay there, looking like a mess as you try to fight another orgasm because coming again would be humiliating.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” You can hear the grin on his face and his voice has the edge of insanity of the usual. “Let’s be honest, you’ve got a list of shitty partners, you would’ve been grateful if I got rid of some of them.”

“Fuck, just — just fuck me,” you beg, your hand reaching behind to touch him somehow, but he doesn’t like it.

He grips your hand and pins it behind your back bending your arm, you hiss in discomfort, but he doesn’t let go. “Oh, no, angel. You don’t make the rules in this game, I do. If I want to sink into your brain and get so deep into you that I’ll make sure you will never come out the same, I will. I’m the darkest side of yourself, the fucked up filth you’re too afraid to face,” he groans. “And I know you’re close again. Your tight cunt is squeezing me, and you made a mess on the mattress,” he snickers. “Imagine if they find this place, this mattress, your DNA on it,” he stops, leaning next to your ear, voice dropping lower, “or better, imagine if they find us now. What do you say, detective? Would they be disappointed? Would they just jack off at the view? You look so hot right now, I wouldn’t blame them if they’d get off to you, to us together. Kill them surely, blame them not. We’re so hot, detective.”

You squirm under him, feeling like the room is spinning fast and you can’t ground on anything. You have a darker thought in mind, something you can’t confess to him or else he won’t stop mocking you. You want to get caught, but not by your colleagues, by his partner. What would he do if he saw you and his partner in crimes like this? Would he understand this, or would he snap? Maybe even feeling betrayed. Does he even know you and him have been playing this game of attraction for a while now?

Your silence doesn’t make Ghostface suspect anything. You simply look totally fucked out, brain empty as you plead in soft whimpers and moans.

“You sound so fucking good,” he praises. “Why don’t we play another little game, uh?”

Your eyes open in surprise and you hum with no strength, “what?”

“Beg me to save your life,” he says, grabbing the knife again and placing it close to your neck. “Come on, do it for me, I won’t ever hear you say it because I will never want to kill you. Please, detective,” he coos, hips slowing down because your pussy is fogging his brain and he’s not sure his always-perfect aim and reflexes will work right now.

You take a deep breath and then speak. “Please, Ghostface, please, spare my life.”

His head rolls back, and a deep, groggy moan comes out of his lips. “Fuck, yes, keep going,” he orders, hips picking up the rhythm again as he skillfully flips the blade to the lesser sharp side just to be safe.

And you obey. You beg, choked-up words slipping from your lips that soon turn into please, fuck me harder, and then please, wanna come. You feel boneless, your body is too hot, and you feel you might pass out, you need a release and then hope something bigger than you will make you get back on your legs and walk out of there as if nothing happened, as if you never followed your guts and found his —their— safe haven.

“Come for me, love,” he orders, throwing the knife to the side before his hand sneaks under your body to roughly slap your clit a few times, enjoying the louder moans he drags out of you by doing so and watching with pleasure as your body squirms and shakes. “And don’t forget to smile for the camera.”

This time your eyes lock with the polaroid that he points toward your face as his chin rests on your shoulder. But it only lasts for the time of the picture, your body collapses again when he lets go of your hair and you let the pleasure pervade you from head to toe. It’s breathtaking and mind-blowing, and next time you’ll fuck someone else you’ll hate that he’s right. You will feel him everywhere, you will feel his dick deep inside of you every time your fingers will desperately try to take its place, and every time you’ll let someone in your bed, but you don’t hate that thought as you should.

“Fuck,” he groans, giving you a few more pumps to make sure you rode your high before slipping out and then roughly flipping you over. “Close your eyes,” he orders, and you follow with no hesitation —honestly, you were struggling to keep them open in the first place.

Your heaving chest, your parted lips still letting out cries, your wet cheeks, and your trembling closed thighs are the last drop he needs to let go. Deep moans reach your ears while his hot cum drops on your face, most on your skin but some in your mouth, and they get even louder when you shyly swallow it and lick your lips for more.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re —” he gasps but doesn’t finish, holding onto nothing as he empties himself all over your face. “Fuck.”

He feels dizzy, the orgasm still shaking him up, but then he looks at you and has to bite back a moan. The white strings of cum are covering your blissed face, your eyelashes are clumped together by the tears, and your lips are plump and darker, he knows he doesn’t want to forget what you look like right now. “Smile one last time, baby.”

And you do, the corners of your mouth lift and then you hear the click of the polaroid. You think for a second you should’ve told him to don’t take them, he could easily blackmail you, or straight-up get you fired, but once again, you don’t truly care, and you don’t deny how much the idea of those photos turned you on.

You should get up, grab your pants, jacket, shoes and leave. But you feel heavy and tired, you’re still shaking, and your breath didn’t go back to normal, yet.

“Don’t worry, detective,” Ghostface whispers, something passes on your face to clean you from the mess, but you don’t know what, and only then you open them ajar, just to see he’s still wearing his mask. “I’ll take care of you.”

The Ghostface mask is the last thing you see.

When you wake up, you’re in your bed, wearing your nightwear, completely cleaned up, but your bones and muscles are still sore, and a terrible headache is throbbing in the left side of your brain. You turn around, rubbing your eyelids with your palms before you can fully focus on the pillow and see three things on it. The Ghostface mask, a polaroid of you two from before, his face next to yours as he pulled your hair, and a note.

“It was a pleasure playing with you, my pretty detective. Can’t wait to see what our next game will be like♡ ”

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piplup335 · 4 months

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Valk x reader fluff!

…first of all-

F E L L A S

as I write this, it is past 1AM.

I’m on medication due to sickness, and I also gotta go to school tomorrow (I wake up around 4h from now ;-;)

“One more tumblr post”, I told myself, and that one post just so happened to be Valk x reader angst…

(I’M LOOKING AT YA, @sourle-)

couldn’t sleep after reading that, so I wrote this…

@lunarwashere, you poor soul…I made this for myself and the fellas that read it too.

take note, I’m on medication and an sleep deprived so this may not be up to standard, sorry…

uhhhh anyways-

enjoy! :D

“…and that’s it! Hit 'em right where it hurt!”

You were playing video games…again. It was the weekend though, and you had a ton of free time on your hands. Apart from the evening, though- you had to go support your boyfriend at his concert.

Contrary to you, Valk worked on the weekends. Hell, sometimes he was even busier on the weekends than he was on the weekdays!

However, you had a role to play in his job too.

You needed to clear out the mailbox every few days.

Sometimes, you’d open your mailbox…only to find it overstuffed with pretty pink letters, letters with decorative bows on them…and you knew it was yet another influx of fan mail. It always happened after another one of Valk’s concerts with his brother.

The days leading up to the concert were much worse, mainly because he barely got a wink of sleep on the nights before each concert. He woke up earlier than you and you only had time to give him a morning kiss before he left for work. Valk only came home by the time you were asleep, often with an empty coffee mug in your hand- a testament to the efforts you put in just to stay awake for him, to spend some time with him…

Occasionally, you’d stay awake for long enough to pepper his face with kisses and cuddle him to bed. But those moments were few and far between.

The concerts themselves were tiring, but what happened after that seemed much worse. Almost like torture to him.

You’ve even seen it firsthand on many, many occasions…and today was no exception.

The crowd cheered as the two idols waved to all their onlooking fans.

“That’s the last song for today! See you next month!”

You looked at your boyfriend. His shirt, his jacket…everything…they looked so cute on him. His usual bubbly, energetic personality was still evident by the enthusiastic smile on his face, but something was off. His face looked so…empty.

Deep down, he had no more energy. No more enthusiasm to keep up the performance.

He was exhausted.

And considering the all-nighters he pulled during the days leading up to the performance, you couldn’t blame him.

As soon as the crowd dispersed, you made a beeline for the double doors leading to the backstage. At the sight before your eyes, however, you froze.

An entire army of fangirls were there. They surrounded the brothers, clamouring for their photos with the duo. The fans’ squeals of joy were loud, but the crowd’s arguing was louder. All of them wanted a picture with Flipside, the most famous idol group in Crossroads…but photos and videos would never be able to convey how they felt, deep down.

Valk’s cheerful facade masked a tired and lethargic soul. He just wanted to go home, flop on the bed and snuggle into your embrace. He wanted you to caress his horns and comfort him after the long day as you used your free hand to give him his much-wanted headpats…

By then, you’ve learnt to read the expression of his brother too.

Dom’s stoic expression managedto disguise his exhausted self quite well. He wanted to take off that bulky Dominus as it was quite humid to wear for prolonged periods…

As your boyfriend glanced at you with that pleading look that begged you to get him out of there, you tried to push through the crowd. You were swiftly pushed back by the fans, however.

“Wait for your turn!”

“Hey, outta the way! Quit trying to cut your way through!”

Valk shot you an apologetic look as you got pushed further and further away…and a few seconds later he was gone. Vanished into the sea of fans.

Three hours after all that, you lay on the bed with Valk in your arms. He insisted on taking a quick shower and changing into something more comfortable, but once he did all that he instantly snuggled up to you and found peace in your embrace.

You ran your fingers through his soft, messy hair. That was one of the many things you adored about him. You absolutely loved everything about him- from the groggy but cute little expression he’d always have when he just woke up to small moments like these.

Your mind wandered to the pile of fan mail from two days ago. A lot of effort had clearly been put into decorating each one. You even read some of them with him before, and some of the messages were quite heartening.

You recalled the occasional gifts that would pop up in his mailbox. They were specially designed for him, and when Valk unwrapped them you could see that some of them definitely weren’t cheap.

But what did you ever give him? Other than gifts on special occasions, you never really had the budget to get him anything too extravagant.

“Hey, Valk…?”

“Hm?”

His pastel-yellow eyes met your own, the sleepiness evident in his gaze.

“…why’d you date me? You have so many adoring fans who send you gifts, cards, and a ton of stuff…and you still picked me…why? They’re so much better, and yet…you still chose to be with me…”

Valk’s eyes widened, his once exhausted expression turning into one of concern.

“My dove…why do you question that? You’re always so sweet and caring…not just to me, but my brother, the other Phighters, everyone…it’s hard not to love you. I should be the one asking what I ever did to deserve someone like you. Someone who always takes care of me without expecting anything in return, someone who knows me for who I truly am…gifts and cards mean nothing compared to that. Besides, I’ve already found the best gift I could ever have.”

“What is it…?”

Valk planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“You.”

aaaaand that’s another story down! I’m trying to work on requests, dw :D

again, sorry if this is ooc!

hope you enjoyed!

(sidenote: as I post this, it is almost 1:30AM, I am so tired, hELP ME-)

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Titty Comfort

pairing: Frat!Tom Holland x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: When Tom can’t fall asleep, he turns to his girlfriend’s breasts for a lot of comfort (Breast play) (lowkey subby tom?)

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/ Disclaimer 18+

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“C’mere love, need you closer” Tom whined, his arms wrapped around the woman in his arms, his semi-hardened cock resting against her ass cheeks. “How much closer do you need baby? we’re already spooning naked” Y/n giggled shuffling up against his cock, his hands situated on her warm tits, squeezing and kneading them every so often; coaxing small whines and whimpers from her lips which were currently swollen due to their sleepy, sloppy make out session.

Tom only whined in response, tugging on her perked up and hardened nipples, nuzzling his face into her neck, kissing and licking at the coconut scented flesh. This whole relationship started when Tom had walked into his bedroom during one of their crazy frat parties, to see a sleepy Y/n nuzzling and cuddling herself into his spider-man bedsheets. Granted he didn’t know the girl but he had a sudden urge to protect her, knowing damn well that he would now protect his sacred bedroom with his life due to the sleeping angel right in his bed.

“Oh- oh shit- you must own this room huh?” Y/n shot up, her eyes glazed and lazy, still holding Tom’s pillow in between her arms to hug it dearly. “I- uh got a bit tired and I was told I could take a room by David, who is currently busy eating my friend’s face off” She chuckled explaining why she was suddenly in his bed, of course David the head frat brother would say something like that, inconsiderate arsehole. “O-oh no sure it’s okay, I guess, just a bit shocked love. You can stay” He laughed walking closer, “We can share the bed if you want?” She smiled gleaming up at him, her arms inviting as she opened up the blankets showing a space just for him, who the fuck was this girl?

Well Tom soon found out the day after when he woke up to a (colour) headed girl on his chest, her body still clad in her dress, her legs intertwined with his as she tried to hug herself further into his warm wide chest. His own arms tugged around her too. Her name was Y/n L/n, she was taking a completely different major from him, which explained why he had never seen her before. She was outgoing, confident and not afraid to get things her way. Had he really just slept with (literally) some girl who he found already snoozing in his bed? Yes, yes he did and he wasn’t going to regret it one bit.

Now two months later, the once infamous frat boy on campus had been tied down to the one and only Y/n L/n; whenever they are on campus their hands are permanently intertwined, his head seen to be dipping down and whispering filthy and sweet things in her ears to make her laugh bashfully and hit his chest. With some people even commenting that he had heard him say that he “couldn’t wait to take her ass tonight”

Any chance he’d get he would walk her to her classes, choosing to hold her books and even like right now, missing out on his own frat activities to instead sleepover at her cozy little dorm room. Now decorated with a multitude of their polaroids together on her wall, some being a little inappropriate considering the nudity, but who else was going to see them?

“You keep tossin’ n’ turnin’ honey, are you feeling alright?” She frowned turning around in his arms, his hands slipping to her waist, her chest flushed against his as he felt her hardened nipples against his skin; Jesus how did he bag someone as gorgeous as her? His lips raining kisses all over her face, feeling her breath quicken and shake each time he got closer to her sweet spot, which already had hickies littering the length of it. “Just feeling a bit restless baby, nothin’ for you to worry about, pretty” He smiled finally kissing her nose, watching it wrinkle adorably in response before she leant in and pressed a featherlight kiss to his pink lips, not one full of lust but one full of adoration and passion for the man right in front of her. The man who showed her what love was, and how to love in such a short amount of time.

“But it is for me to worry about, I want you soft and snuggly with me, sleepy and hazy whike being undeniably horny” She laughed nudging his nose with hers, his lips pouting out to kiss hers lightly again, his hands groping her breasts tightly in his palm; she knew what he wanted, no, needed. Whenever Tom found himself needing comfort or some sensual loving, he turned to his lover’s breasts, suddenly finding them the most alluring thing in the world.

“Can I uh- ya know, play with them a little?” He whispered just staring at them blatantly, smiling childishly when Y/n replied, “Of course you can baby, they’re all yours babyboy” She giggled kissing the corner of his lips, noticing how his eyes were just fully trained on her tits more than anything else. Shifting herself up a little, he started moving her warm fleshy tits in circular motions, his lips greedily licking and sucking on the flesh surrounding her areola and nipples. Y/n’s fingers raked though his brown curls gently, planting small kisses to his hairline, her lips pulled into a small smile; Tom sat with his eyes closed fully enjoying sucking and pulling at her tits.

His tongue licking a stripe up the underside of her boob until he reached her nipple, wrapping his mouth around it like a suction, suckling on it affectionately; his eyes closed calmly. “You taste so good baby angel” He whispered kissing each of her nipples lovingly, letting his lips collect spit before dribbling it onto her hardened buds, lubing them up with his tongues flicking at them softly. “Thank you honey bun, even used some of that new body wash ya got me for no reason” She moaned out half asleep, Tom’s suckling had calmed her to a point of sleep, her eyes threatening to close any second now. The sound of Tom’s hums and his tongue flicking, giving a weird sense of a comforting atmosphere.

“Well it was in your wishlist and you told me your wishlist was empty” Tom hummed annoyed, shoving his face between her breasts, kissing the valley of her tits; knowing damn well he made it his responsibility to make sure everything in her basket was bought on a weekly basis. “Your tits are beautiful Y/n, not in a sexual way, but the fact they’re part of you just makes them so sexy”

He spent the next 15-20 minutes just loving and kissing on her breasts, her other hand softly pumping his limp cock, not with the intention of getting his hard but with the intention of showing him the same type of affection he was showing her. Undivided unconditional attention.

“hmm” Y/n hummed turning her head to the side, her hands dropped to rubbing his back soothingly, her nails raking up and down slowly. “You sleepy love? Want me to put the girls away?” He questioned pulling away from her tits with a pop, looking up at her with a crazy type of love, a love they both knew would never burn out. “No no keep going hun, feels good n’ warm” She yawned letting her eyes close for the final time that night, her hands resting on his back as he continued his own adventure. His lips licking, kissing and sucking on her tits until he himself, fell asleep undoubtably with her tit in his mouth; like a lovesick idiot.

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PSA: Sorry this was short but I found it so cute and lovey!! Just a bit of comfort for those who are going through finals/any tough situations

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kittenofdoomage · 11 months

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In case you missed it...

I'm currently posting a fic a day over on Ao3 for my Tropetober A-Z event on Patreon last year. It's a different character every day from different fandoms, mostly smutty (you know me). All red underlined links lead to AO3, please read the warnings on individual stories 😘

The fics:

A: Alpha/Beta/Omega - Winter Nights

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) You’re an Omega who lives at Kaer Morhen, unmated but belonging, almost like a pack Omega to the Alpha Witchers; Geralt, Coen, Lambert and Vesemir, though the elder Witcher is long past any need for you. Geralt is close to rut when he returns, and seeks you out.

B: Bodyswap - Worth The Wait

(John Winchester x fem!reader) Some supernatural beings don’t want to hurt anyone, they just want to prove a point.

C: Character Death - The One Good Thing

(Negan x fem!reader) You waited so long to have him back, and he’s waited so long to get back to you, now you can be happy again… right?

D: Dark fic - On Our Terms

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) A sorcerer out for revenge leaves you in a dangerous position, and you’re not sure you’re going to make it out of this one.

E: Enemies To Lovers - Trapped

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) An incident on a mission leaves you and Bucky trapped in a vault. Being sealed in a relatively small space is a problem on its own, but you’re faced with another dilemma; you absolutely hate Bucky Barnes.

F: Fake Dating - Keeping Up Appearances

(John Winchester x fem!reader) You haven’t heard from John in three months, after he abandoned you, but now he needs your help on a case. Are you willing to ignore your feelings to help him?

G: Glad To Be Alive - All Is Not Lost

(Negan x fem!reader) A sequel to "The One Good Thing" which was letter C of Tropetober.

H: High School Sweethearts - Bittersweet

(Steve Rogers x fem!reader) In any time or place, she'd love him.

I: I Don't Want To Ruin Our Friendship - Mistakes

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) She took a chance and it broke her heart - can Bucky fix the mistake he made?

J: Just Friends - Nightcap

(John Winchester x fem!reader) She’s sick of correcting everyone, and alcohol loosens the tongue.

K: Kiss Of Life - Near Miss

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) Geralt saves your life, then reminds you to never nearly die again.

L: Love Potion - A Wee Favor

(Dean Winchester x fem!reader x Sam Winchester) Dreams can come true.

M: Mates - Crossed Paths

(Alpha!Geralt Of Rivia x Omega!fem!reader) Destiny put them in each other's way for a reason.

N: New Old Flame - Always Yes

(John Winchester x fem!reader) They came so close to something special, only to have it torn away; is there any hope left for them now?

O: One True Love - Backseat Lover

(Dean Winchester x fem!reader) He's been keeping a secret from her, and when they're stranded alone for hours, he finally has to come clean.

P: Please Don't Leave Me - Vigil

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) He's halfway through a mission when something he can't fight happens.

Q: Queen Size Bed - Never Have I Ever

(John Winchester x fem!reader x Dean Winchester) Drinking can lead to all sorts of decisions, luckily, these are good ones.

R: Roommates - Sleepless

(Bucky Barnes x fem!reader) Turns out, the solution to the problem was there all along.

S: Soulmates - Runaway

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) You run away from the life your parents want for you, and finally find your soulmate in the most unlikely of places.

T: Time Travel - Time Breaks All Things

(John Winchester x fem!reader) - A misstep on a case puts them somewhere they didn't expect to be, and they're not sure if there's a way home again.

U: Unresolved Sexual Tension - Seize The Sam

(Sam Winchester x fem!reader) Dean "Matchmaker" Winchester strikes again.

V: Virgin - Life Lessons

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) The night that Geralt learned his most valuable life lessons…

W: Werewolf - The Wolf Moon

(Henry Cavill x fem!reader) A night of camping leads her right into the arms of fate.

X: Xenafication - Rough

(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader) Something changes you, and Geralt isn't sure it's a good thing.

Y: You Can't Fight Fate - Ships In The Night

(Dean Winchester x fem!reader) She keeps running to avoid heartbreak but she's breaking all the same.

Z: Zombies - Full

(Negan Smith x fem!reader) She knows she shouldn't, but the problem is, she wants to, real bad.

If you do check any of the fics out, please let me know what you think 😊

#tropetober #fanfiction #ao3 links

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writingcold · 7 months

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Hi. Glad to see you back here for Chapter 2 of CD&FE.

Pairing: Jake X Female Reader

Summary: This is an AU that starts with the release of GVF’s first EP, Black Smoke Rising, and follows along life paths over the course of twenty plus years. Part Two: We have a jump in time of seven years!

Content warnings: Language, smoking, drinking, sexual situations, oral (m & f rec), anal play, protected sexual encounter, and a twinge of angst.

Word Count: approx. 10.5K

A bunch of forehead kisses going out to @edgingthedarkness and @takenbythemaddness for all of your help with this! Thank you, my friends!

CD&FE, Part 2: Jake POV

We were back to work, not that there was much of a break in between tours. It was enough. We released the new album and headed out. It was what we did. After a smattering of shows, we took a few weeks off before starting up again. It was a week until the next round of shows - starting in St. Paul. We were on schedule to meet with the venue people via online chat to just make sure all the logistics were in place for our needs. It was certainly something that the management team could have handled alone, but they always liked to have at least one of us in those meetings just to ensure we wouldn’t circle back and blame them if something was not right or did not meet expectations when we arrived at said venue. We had a long line of these meetings over the course of the week and we decided to double up so as to survive the gauntlet together.

It was the first stretch of the very long day, and I sat next to Josh as the suits gathered around the conference table with the screen a shade of reddish orange with a flashing string of pending dots that slowly pulsed. I was already annoyed. I dragged my sunglasses down from the top of my head and covered my eyes in hopes that I could at least hide my disconnect from everyone during this. Josh, however, was babbling along with everyone in pleasant conversation to pass the time. I was already checked out when the screen flipped over to a wide conference room located somewhere in the capital city of Minnesota.

I was barely listening. Truth be told, my eyes were drifting closed with pictures of a quiet house for me to retreat to in several hours worth of time. Josh would tap my elbow, as if he was checking to make sure I wasn’t fully asleep. That had happened - probably too often. At the forty minute mark, I stood and drifted out of the room with a signal of just needing a break. The meeting was rolling on and that was fine. I hunted down some coffee and some water before returning to the room.

“Our graphics team is being headed by Y/n/L/n. Y/n?”

My grin tugged a bit at a memory of a girl that had that first name from way back when things were still small. A night of celebration. She still skated through my thoughts in those long stretches of bus travel when others just did not seem to do. I took a sip of coffee and listened a little more to this woman talk without actually looking at her face. I doodled out little swirls and boxes and swords and … whatever the hell that fuzzy piece of ick with eyeballs was? Finally, I allowed my eyes to turn to the screen to take in the split screen of four faces. The one in the upper right hand corner made me freeze.

Fucking. Hell. I nearly dropped my coffee cup in my lap. Josh glanced at me with a raised eyebrow. It was her. I was pretty sure that my jaw hung open as I tried to pull myself together. I shifted around in my chair only to have Josh lean towards me with a WTF look.

“It’s fine,” I whispered, eyes flicking to the screen once more.

“The hell it is,” he whispered back, looking at me like I was half crocked. “You look fucking spooked.”

I rolled my eyes and leaned forward on my elbows, palms pressed tightly together. I resolved myself to look at her. I could still see her pretty in her eyes, but she was way more polished, more professional than the last time our paths crossed. I fought blurting out ‘Deep Purple!’ She was answering questions of the team without even a glance at the paper she was holding in her hands. She knew her shit and worked in a manner that surprised me. I took a long drink of my water and settled my brain into the present. It was still a management meeting. I was still required to be professional. I diverted to Josh to answer anything, however. My eyes kept straying to her corner of the screen for the twenty minutes that she resided there.

Flashes of what had been that night echoed through my skin. There was a thinly veiled put-togetherness that she had worn over a carefree smile that had captured my attention right away. Ann Arbor… Yeah. In that little bar. And she was gorgeous in that frilly shirt, and that high slit skirt. I felt my eyes roll back into my skull as I tried to rein in my thoughts to save myself from getting hard right there.

Okay, get it the fuck together. I scolded myself. I tried to keep my focus on the work. I tried to keep the pen in my hand just swishing back and forth, not looking like I was taking notes, but at least showing that I was aware of my surroundings.

“Thank you for giving us your time, gentlemen,” Y/n replied, as she was wrapping up her part of the presentation.

I looked into the screen to find that she was smiling warmly. Josh stepped in with his typical pleasantries and I nodded as the screen shifted to the next crew. I practically bounced out of the chair and ran towards the door. I needed a smoke. I needed out of that room and the suits and the everything that was being discussed to get our asses back on stage doing our show. I shoved my way outside and had a cigarette between my lips as I’m fishing the lighter out of my pocket. Josh is more than a few steps behind me as I pace down the long sidewalk.

“What the hell was that, Jake?” he asked as he caught up to me.

“Y/n,” I said as if that explained everything.

He looked at me like I had sprouted wings out of my ears. “The graphic team leader?”

I grumbled and took a deep drag in an effort to evade him. I exhaled loudly as he tried to stop me in my tread. “Come on, Josh. Let it be.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about here,” he pressed, grabbing hold of my arm to get me to stop. “How would you even know her? We’ve never dealt with that team.”

I rolled my eyes to the damn sky as I am flooded with an embarrassment that I cannot hide. I kept smoking, ignoring him, keeping my eyes everywhere but on my twin. I watched as he dragged his phone in front of his face and I took the opportunity to move ahead of him. I could see my car in the lot and debated about a quick getaway.

“Nope,” he grumbled, tugging on my shirt. “They’re calling us back in. Questions about gear and technicals.”

I stomped my foot. Like a damn toddler even. Freedom was a mere fifty feet away but he was dragging me back towards the office door.

“What the hell, Jake. Who is this girl?” Josh fought to get behind me to start to push instead of yanking my arm out of the socket.

“Ann Fucking Arbor,” I ground out. “It’s her.”

He stopped as if trying to remember and still was coming up short. I threw my hands up in frustration. His eyes glazed over as if it hit him.

“The one who took your ass cherry?” he asked quietly, eyes squarely not on my face. “Fuck. No, Jake… That one you talked about for months?”

My eyes rolled up as embarrassment twisted in my gut. “Not months…”

“Just when we all thought you had finally moved past her, you’d get laid and she’d come back,” he replied with an incredulous laugh. “It was absolutely annoying. I thought Sam and Danny were going to mutiny over it. I think they even had a total murder board style plot to take you the fuck out.”

I watched as he grew still. The possibility of being in this woman’s space once more was sending me into a realm I did not know if I needed to be part of. The likelihood of seeing her in person was tiny. Miniscule. But it was there. And damned if I wasn’t curious. Seriously.

I finished out the meetings, but only barely was I actually present. My thoughts were in a small, double queen hotel room in a college town not too far from home - well, what had been home. Each thought flared with heat and an innocence that was wrapped in so much…

My head fell back as I made it look like I was stretching, and not fucking melting down with sudden trepidation that threatened to upend… Fuck. Get the fuck out of my head - that’s what I needed to do. Home. Quiet. Solitude. Yeah. It’s what I-

“Bar night,” Josh interrupted my thoughts as we were walking out the door.

“Come on, Josh. I just want to go home tonight,” I whined, leaving me to wonder who the fuck this person was that was suddenly inhabiting my body.

He looked at me like I had three heads, each one with wings in its ears. “It’s on the calendar. It’s been planned for weeks. Tradition and all. Even Danny made it home for this. You gotta go.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Two drinks and I’m out the door.”

“What are you, eighty? And no - not two drinks. We’ve got shit to throw at the socials,” he pointed out with a jab of his finger into my chest.

“Fine,” I practically growled as I pushed past him to get to my car.

“You’ll be on time, Jacob!” he called from behind me.

“Yeah, just so you can show up two hours later, prick,” I remarked as I opened my car door.

If he said anything after that, I’m not really sure. I just needed silence to get my fucking brain around whatever was to come. Am I embarrassed to admit that I was actually fucking on time that night? Maybe. It was my way of trying to just get things over with sooner. Josh did not make mention of my earlier panic, and for that I was grateful. But it left me wondering if he actually remembered, or was keeping it to rub it in my face at a later day and time.

St. Paul. It was three days until the show. Sam and I walked into the venue as we were on schedule to be the early contact for the suits. The gear was not due to arrive for a few more days, but we were due for the grand tour and promotionals. We were greeted at the curb and were instantly shown the big board outside before being whisked inside out of the searing heat that was already reverberating off the concrete like red hot pokers.

I would be lying if I didn’t first look around to see if she was anywhere to be found. That was not the case. And I was thankful. Sort of. We first went into the main area space. I took in a deep breath, looking forward to feeling my sound fill every inch of the air and each and every ear in the audience. I was standing right where the end of the catwalk would be when I saw another group entering from the far end of the floor space. She was unmistakable wrapped in one of those sundresses that tie around the waist with the skirt that floated around her ankles. The top was probably a halter, but she wore a little pullover to put a little more polish to the outfit. Her hair tumbled down her back, while it was pulled into a soft braid to keep it from her pretty face.

Sam kicked my foot. Yeah, I was caught staring, but fuck she was… I brought my gaze back around to my youngest sibling and his seemingly judgemental expression. What the hell had Josh told him to warrant such a reaction?

“No,” he whispered as he started yanking the hem of my t-shirt.

I followed along, despite the look of recognition I caught from her as we pushed around where the gear would be organized behind and around the stage set. By the time we looped back through the space, her group was standing in the middle of the main floor. She had a tablet balanced on one arm and was focused on whatever she was doing. I watched as her eyes flicked up to different people, I assumed asking questions before turning her eyes back to her moving hand. We were led deep within the belly of the arena and got the lay of the green rooms, where our jam room would be, where family and friends could hang out while we worked. We ran through the catering options before heading back out.

The main floor was empty when we returned. As we crossed towards the entrance alcove, we were running through times for gear arrival, stage set up and finally soundcheck. By the time we got back to the main doors, she was there with her group. One of the suits was waving towards the display space while another was pointing in another direction. Whatever was going on, she seemed calm, jotting down notes and answering questions.

I ignored my brother’s warning glare as we made to move past the group. I felt her eyes on me as we began to maneuver around them. I aimed to move behind her, pausing for the briefest of moments so as to lean in but not touch.

“Deep Purple,” I whispered so that she would be the only one to hear.

I saw the corner of her mouth curl up as I kept walking. Sam was already at the door waiting, his eyes full of being done with me already. I followed him into the breezeway and he was talking about the saloon across the street when I heard her call out for me.

“Meet me across the street,” he said, not bothering to turn to even look at me.

“Hey,” I said as she walked towards me. “Looks like St. Paul has been very good for you.”

“And you’re pretty far from the bars in Ann Arbor,” she returned, a faint blush rising across her cheekbones. “You look good, Jake.”

“You look amazing, Y/n,” I said with a grin.

Her gaze cast down, almost like she didn’t know what to expect. “I didn’t think you would remember-”

I looked over her shoulder, seeing that a few in her group were growing impatient. “I know you’re busy now, but…”

“I overheard - you’re going to the saloon?” When I nodded, her smile grew huge. “I just have to wrap up this meeting. Shouldn’t be more than an hour. Can I meet you over there - maybe catch up a bit?”

“I’d like that,” I responded, unable to hide my all too big smile. “You won’t run off when I’m not looking, will you?”

She blushed. Her cheeks blushed the most beautiful color as a nervous laugh fell from those lips that looked absolutely inviting. She left me without an answer and I was left to wonder. I pushed my way outside with a grumble over the damn heat. Seriously, how was the asphalt still solid in that kind of oven? I was sweating my ass off from the four hundred or so steps from the main venue entrance. The icy blast of the inside of the bar was more than welcomed against my pulsing skin.

Sam sat at the far side of the bar, already in conversation with the bartender. I sat down with a point at one of the local lagers on tap. It was not lost on me that pictures of those acts and events from the center were splashed all over the place, including the next day’s show of Pearl Jam, and right after was Starcatcher. I quickly looked away. Sam was knee deep in talking about the pending show and I just kept my eyes on the door, willing it to be the fastest sixty minutes on the planet.

That did not happen.

I watched as Sam left at the 75 minute mark.

There were a bunch of people coming and going and I thought perhaps I missed her at the 90 minute mark.

Fuck. Nearly two hours later.

I felt tired and cranky and dismissed at the two hour ten minute mark. I was done. I closed my tab and took my last swallow of my beer. I stopped in the men’s room before heading out. The hotel was just a few blocks away, closer to the capitol building - I could man it up and walk through the heat, but damn if I wasn’t wanting to wallow in the fact that she had skirted me once again. With my eyes on my phone looking for an uber as I walked down the stairs to the street, I ran into someone with a loud eeep.

“Oh, shit - sorry,” I started until I realized my hands were on her arms and it was her eyes that I was looking into.

“Jake,” she said, sounding a little breathless. “I’m so sorry. They took way longer than I planned for and I didn’t have a number to let you know and wow, this is shitty of me and you’re leaving and I don’t blame-”

I couldn’t look away from her. The speed of her words meant nothing. In fact, I’m not even sure I was really listening. It was her. She hadn’t meant to be late. She was there. I smiled as she rushed through her explanation, finding that she held onto my hand and moved closer, despite the heat around us.

“I’m glad I caught you,” she finally said, letting my hand go as if just realizing that she had me in a death grip. “You’re probably out of time now, though. I see you’re leaving.”

“I don’t remember you talking this much,” I managed with a chuckle. And there it was again - the blush. Wow. “I was heading out, but no. Nothing on my schedule until tomorrow.”

“Oh. Really?” she asked, eyes twinkling. Fucking twinkling! “Um. You know, I’ve not eaten since like this morning. There’s all sorts of stuff up and down this street if you want to hang here, or… Uh. There’s a little pub a few blocks from here that has really good food. I’m just parked in that lot there.”

“That sounds good,” I said, watching as she dug her keys out of her bag.

I followed at her side, feeling a jumble of excitement flood my system. We moved into the parking garage that is on the one side of the saloon and she pointed to a little two door roadster that looked fun to drive. Traffic was beginning to thicken and I admit, I was holding on tightly as she navigated with a hard gleam in her eye. My heart was thudding wildly just to be in her presence. There was something so… alluring about her. She drove away from the busy downtown/Capitol area and before I was beginning to wonder just where she was taking me, we pulled into a little Irish pub. The parking was a little full, but I trusted that she knew what she was getting us into.

I found it totally natural the way she reached for my hand to lead me inside, keeping me close. My thoughts bent back to the pool hall and how she leaned into me that night, allowing me - a stranger - to be with her, hold her… Fuck, taste her. She did not let go until we were seated in a booth. I smiled as I glanced at the ale options, ordering a tall black and tan, to which she nodded and got one as well.

“You guys kinda turned into a big deal,” she sighed as she took off her little wrap to stick over her bag.

I laughed. “Yeah, seems a long way away from that first EP, right? Are you still with that firm that you moved out here for?”

“No. I got scooped up by a larger firm two years ago,” she said as the server set down our glasses with a smile. “They made me a project lead right away - that’s why I’m in the bigger venues now.”

She pointed at a few things on the menu that made me smile. We did not share a meal in our last adventure, so to see her choose actual food was nice. Orders placed, we sat back and enjoyed the space.

“Imagine my surprise that you popped up in one of the meetings with the suits,” I replied before taking a sip of my beer.

The slow grin on her face made me lean forward. “Yeah. When I was given your ticket, I was a little concerned. I was sure you didn’t remember me. I mean - why would you?”

“Why wouldn’t I, would be the better question, Y/n,” I said, unable to hide the softness in my tone. “Can I ask you something?”

I swallowed as she nodded. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted the answer. I had thought that I had done something all these years to put her off. Perhaps it was a bit too early to ask such a question in our evening, but it had been nagging me for a little too long.

“Why didn’t you want breakfast with me? Why’d you leave like that?”

Her smile is warm and genuine. “Truth?”

“Truth. Always.”

There was the blush again. It truly was a lovely sight on her features. “I had never done anything like that before. I had no clue how to just say - thank you for helping me celebrate and leave. Sounds stupid now, but you…”

She fell quiet. I watched as she rubbed her finger across the rim of her glass before taking a sip.

“You were pretty perfect that night,” she said in a low tone, eyes shy. “I thought I would never see you again. I sure didn’t think I would feel this…”

I can’t help the smile that hits my mouth. “Good or bad?”

“Good. Damn good.”

I drew in a breath with a nod. Suddenly, relief poured into me at the notion that I’m not totally fucked out of my head from feeling this whatever the hell spark that was spurning me on.

“Did love conquer all with your friends?” I asked, keeping the thread, but moving it away a little bit.

She paused for a moment before letting out a little puff. “Patty.”

“Yeah - there was some kind of drama with that one girl,” I pressed as my ear caught the clanks and clangs of a drum kit being set up.

“Oh, they have live music on Thursdays and Fridays,” she explained. “It’s what keeps me coming back.”

I twisted around and sure enough, there was a small stage tucked in the back belly of the pub. I grin over the memories of doing that very same thing not too long ago. “Nice. But your friends…?”

“Ah. Patty and Sidney. That was that night.” She sat back as the server brought our food around. “Well, love conquered for a grand total of eleven months.”

“Ouch,” I sighed as I looked over our steaming meals with no way to actually hide how hungry I was.

“Wow - this looks amazing,” she beamed at the server. She ordered another round of beers and flashed that grin that had me already melting.

“So, what happened to your group? You still in contact?” I asked as I watched her munch a french fry.

“Patty - yes. I’ve actually known him since second grade - I’ll never be able to get rid of his ass,” she laughed as she cut her sandwich in half. “He’s here in the cities, teaching at Hamblin.”

“Nice. It was quite the group you were with that night, if I remember right,” I replied before I took my first bite of my burger.

“The rest of the group, well… Distance and time have not been kind to us, I suppose,” she said with a tug of her lips to the side.

“It happens.”

“Yeah.”

I watched as she took her first bite - a real person bite - and her eyes rolled closed. I grinned. Yeah. I had to appreciate her. Just as in our hours together before, she did not sugar coat anything about herself. Just the way I liked it. We fell into comfortable conversation about families. Mine was a bit easier since well, I traveled with two of mine constantly. But we delved into childhood homes and parents and siblings. She had me laughing over her school antics with her best friend.

“Yeah, Pat and I were voted most likely to be married and divorced from each other the first year out of high school,” she quipped with an honest laugh. “He got pissed and told them all that we had already been married and divorced twice before our senior year. He really took it personally that no one thought that we could just honestly be best friends.”

I shrugged. “That age, perhaps. We didn’t really get into the whole school scene, I guess. We were already playing bars and clubs every weekend. Kind of made school weird.”

“Lucky.”

I shrugged as our server came by with boxes and the check. The band was waffling in the background and I really did not want my time with her to be at an end. We had been talking for nearly two hours without either of us realizing it. I grabbed the bill before she could, and I laughed. Call me old fashioned. I don’t care.

“Jake?” she asked as I started following her out to the parking lot.

When she turned towards me, I could see it in her eyes. She didn’t want the night to end either. “You work tomorrow?”

She hesitated, eyes going flat with thought. “No. I mean, I do, but no meetings, no office stuff. I was going to have a remote day. But I’m sure you’re busy.”

“Not until the late afternoon,” I responded. I felt her hand slide into mine. She was so close that I could feel the heat of her against me.

“Um. Do you want to go back to my place?” she asked, the blush dancing once more across her face. “It’s just about ten minutes from here.”

“I’d like that.”

I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching out and touching her cheek, as if I could trace the color as it danced across her pretty skin. I took her wrap for her and she carried our leftover boxes. The night had not really cooled - at all. I might’ve let out an exasperated sigh as the wall of humid and searing air struck as we made our way to the car. She explained that her place was new to her - just moved in a few months prior and to excuse the boxes as she wasn’t quite moved in yet. We pulled up to a historic craftsman style home, complete with a porch with a damn swing on it. Y/n had roots here. She had a life here. It made me realize I was just a vagabond with no real place that was ‘home’ for most of my year.

Inside her home was nice. Sure, there were a few boxes, but the space was hers. There was nothing hidden, nothing she shied away from. I instantly latched onto the album collection that was lovingly on display, and it was extensive. She told me to find something as she made her way into the kitchen for something cold to drink. I let my eyes wander. She had alphabetized her albums by artist name, then by year of release. I grinned. I bet she’d go insane if she ever saw the state of our collection and how unorganized it was. I saw the Deep Purple debut Gatefold that had started it all. Y/n put on no act like other ladies. She was an ‘as is’ kind of person, and totally honest about that fact. It was what drew me in the first time, and what was holding me so tightly this time.

I saw a Blind Faith album I hadn’t heard in a long time and put it on just as I hear ice dropping into glasses. I was rewarded with a ‘NICE’ from the kitchen and followed it to her side once more. It was unmistakable. The attraction I felt was very different. It almost felt addictive. A feeling that I could get used to all too quickly.

I dragged my eyes across her very soft, comfortable looking home. The colors were warm and lush and pretty - just like her. There were pictures scattered throughout of faces that look happy - just like her.

“Maker’s okay?” she asks, holding up a glass.

I nod and take her offer. “It’s really a nice house.”

It’s an opening for more conversation. She leads me around, giving me the tour. She points out pictures of her family and of course, many of those family pictures contain her friend Patrick. We wound up on the back porch and shared a smoke. My head is swimming with nothing but her and all I can think about is how I wanted to touch her once again.

“Fuck it’s hot out here,” she complained as she stood up from her chair.

I laughed as I watched her move towards the door. Back inside, the record long over, I feel a space between us. It’s not uncomfortable. I set our glasses on the kitchen island as she moved around looking for her bag.

“Y/n?” I ask finally when I see her set her stuff into the entrance closet, and carry her phone back towards me.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took a moment to put away the record and turn off the player. “Jake. I’d like to make up for how I left things last time.”

“There was nothing wrong with …”

She started to walk away, the tie of her wrap sundress coming undone as she moved. My eyes fucking popped. I had to follow just to see if I had seen that right. I caught sight of her, her dress completely open as she beckoned me towards what I assumed was her bedroom. I did not hide my surprise as I caught up, falling against her and into her warm kiss. Every cell in my body awakened at her touch. I tried not to be greedy about it, but fuck if I wasn’t a man in dire need of the woman that was before me. Our touch together did not change from the absolute frenzy that I had first felt trying to get to that motel room seven years prior.

Her dress met the floor with a swish and my hands met her ass with a hard grip. I melted at the sound of her soft whimper, but then was met with her overpowering kiss that nearly knocked me to the ground as she climbed up to wrap her legs around my hardening dick. It was almost wicked how she grinned, looking like she was going to fucking turn me to cinders. I didn’t care what the hell she did. I just knew that I was going to be a happy man because of it.

I landed her on the bed, forcing myself to stay between her legs so as to keep that pussy spread. The pale lace of her panties shot a feeling through me that made everything shake.

“Those guitar fingers still as talented as they were back then?” she cooed, hooking a thumb beneath my belt to give it a yank to unlatch it.

I leaned back as I tugged those pretty panties down across her gorgeous legs and tossed them to land with her dress. One ankle followed by the other, I moved to prop against the edge of the bed, keeping her spread wide. She unzipped my fly and slid her hands down my hips to reveal the raging hard on that I’m pretty sure I’ve been walking around with for hours already.

“I’ve dreamt of this beast,” she whispered as she disrobed me.

I let out a breath as my fingers found her heat and slick and just her. I lick at her taste before plunging them back down in a flurry of feather light and wicked hard pinches that make her whine and… Fuck. There it was. The squeak. She had this sound that sounded like a squeak and damn if I didn’t love that noise. So much so that I pushed two fingers into her while my thumb continued to play at her pussy lips and clit in search of it again. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, just holding it against her palm with her fingers completing the circle of radiant heat. I watched as she placed a gentle kiss to the tip before sliding her tongue out just to send me into a frenzy of desire. Those eyes rolled up on me as she extended her jaw in the most sultry manner. I think I squeaked as she swallowed me down. I thought for sure she was not going to get it all, but then to see her nose against my belly and could feel her constricting my whole self…

“Oh motherfucker,” I blurted out as she licked my balls while I was fully down her throat.

I nearly shot my load right then and there. I had not realized that I had her skewered on my fingers, pressing so deep that I could have begun to fist her. She growled as she began to retreat back up my shaft only to do it fucking again. I tried to figure out how she could do such black magic, but the moment she extended her tongue out, all conscious thought fizzled out and pure, unadulterated pleasure scoured every brain cell I had.

She hummed as she slid her face away from me, those eyes glistened with pleasure. “You liked that, huh? Seems I remember you liked how I touched you. Didn’t you, Jake?”

Jake has fucking checkout out of the damn building, Y/n. There was nothing left of me but this primordial need to rail this woman until we both were screaming. All I could do was shove my fingers into as deep as I could go and bend to capture her mouth in a searing kiss that sent shockwaves into her core. I could feel every inch of her begging for me. I pushed her down flat before yanking those damn ankles up onto my shoulders.

“I am not going to fucking last,” I grumbled, staring down into her pussy like the fine art that it was. A single thought struck.. Fuck. “Condom. Goddamn it. I don’t-”

I felt the moment begin to slip away as her gaze met mine. She pushed off of me and crawled that fine, fine ass up to the nightstand. Am I ashamed that I was more focused on how her pussy was dripping for me? Fuck no. She returned on all fours, a condom wrapper in between her teeth. I let out a long breath as I moved to reach for it, but she kept it away. Slowly, she opened it and rolled it down over me while she was on her fucking knees like she was begging for it.

I trailed the pad of my thumb across her jaw. My whole body, if it wasn’t on fire already, certainly had accelerants added in that moment. I had become a bonfire for this woman. I watched as she returned to the position that she was in, with the added bonus of her hands beneath her bottom to pull herself wider for me.

“Jesus fuck,” I whispered as she laughed.

“Pick a hole,” she ordered, her mouth already a little puffy from her exertion. “But fuck it full.”

My jaw dropped. She was going to kill me and I was going to welcome it. I was pretty sure I had not a single rational thought as I pushed myself deep into her pussy. Her heat scorched and lapped and suffocated every inch in a death hug that made me want to…

I am unsure if it was simple poetry, or the fact that at that moment, I couldn’t remember being inside any other woman - but this one, this Y/n fit me like no other. I realized as I began to slowly grind in and out, snapping my hips just right to fit all the way in, I craved this from each and every woman that I had ever had sex with. This need to crawl all the way into her, feel every bit of her in every fucking way possible. I slowed all the way down to barely move, making sure I brushed all of me against her and was rewarded with a shouted string of garbled babble. Yeah. I just did that to that woman and I did it over and over until she sprayed all down my cock and over my thighs.

I raised an eyebrow down at her as she grabbed my hands that held her hips so tightly. “New spin on that trick, eh?” I teased, immediately seeing if I could make her do that all over again.

I watched as her spine bowed, allowing her beautiful tits to shimmy and fall around as her mouth dropped open. Her tongue brushed out, as if she was seeking for something. I smiled wickedly as her eyes strained to meet mine.

“Put those fingers in your mouth, baby,” I demanded, striking my hips hard against her.

She immediately swallowed them down with a slutty hum. I let out a near howl as I barely hung on, moving between grinding at a snail crawl to a few slams to keep us chasing a high that we both obviously were desperate to obtain. With her fingers jammed in her mouth, she snaked the other hand down to play with her clit. She sucked in a hard breath before letting out the most beautiful moan as her whole pussy clamped down so harshly that I couldn’t move in or out. Instead, I ground around, making sure she came as hard as possible. The moment I could move, I slammed into her over and over. It was like a damn train that could not be stopped as my body moved out of control.

“Jake,” she whispered, her body already tightening once more.

I looked down at her. She sucked one finger into between her lips before trailing just the tip down her chest to circle her nipple. That was it. Holy fuck. I hit the wall going a hundred miles an hour and plowed right through it. My head fell back as I came in a spasmic rhythm.

I held her against me for a full minute, just praying that I didn’t break through the damn condom. I listened to her jagged breathing, until I heard her hum as I slowly fell from our connection.

“Damn,” she sighed as she threw an arm over her eyes.

“Bathroom?” I asked, cupping my soft dick before the condom could fall away.

She sat up, face all full of bliss that I could not help but to feel cocky about. I followed her into the ensuite bath and took the offered washcloth as she started running water in the sink. She was quiet as she cleaned herself and kept her eyes downcast as I cleaned up. Just as I deposited the condom in the trash, she pushed me up against the bathroom wall, her lips crashed into mine in a hungry rush of teeth and tongue. It may have felt like my skin was melting away under her care, but honestly, I think at that moment, I could give a flying rat’s behind about it. I landed on her bed while she walked out to fetch us drinks and put another record on. This time Jim Croce floated down the hall behind her.

I sprawled across the bed, not caring about anything other than feeling the lingering euphoria of the moment. She returned with two fresh whiskeys and two glasses of water. I watched how her body moved as she reached for a little silky robe that she didn’t bother to tie, allowing me to watch her breasts jiggle around in … fuck her breasts were pretty. She laughed as she crawled up on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. I came to rest across her one thigh while her other leg folded across me as if locking me in place.

“Better than before?” she asked before she took a sip of her water.

I rubbed at my bottom lip, unable to hide my grin. “I’d be lying if that didn’t knock my senses loose.”

The laugh she graced me with filled me in a way that made my heart skip. We fell into conversation, our hands just roaming across each other as we really took the time to talk. She asked about being on tour. I answered honestly - most of the time it was just waiting and being lonely and waiting some more. I asked her about her work and friends. She told me about struggling when she first got to St. Paul. She was working her way back to a work/life balance, but work still took a winning side most of the time. I was brushing my fingers across her exposed hip when she took in a breath that captured my attention.

“Relationships are hard for you, I’m sure,” she started, her fingers drawing figure eights across my shoulder. “Anyone special around for you?”

“Not right now,” I answered after a moment. “There was one, but she kinda got tired of my schedule. How about you? Anyone?”

She shrugged. “I mean, I date. I thought there were a few I could get close to, but the interest just wasn’t there, or they’d get pissed about Patrick. That friend thing still gets in the way.”

I laugh and nod. I traced the crease of where her thigh met her torso back and forth. “I’d be lying if I didn’t feel something right now.”

I looked up at her as her fingers stilled against my skin. I watched as she took another drink of her water. The corners of her mouth pinched tightly.

“Jake.”

Her voice caught in her throat and crackled. I turned my attention back to the soft stripe of curls, passing my finger through the downy patch with a smile. Her fingers twisted a bit of my hair to capture my attention.

“Being honest?” she asked.

“Being honest,” I repeated, meeting her gaze. “Also being honest, I’m glad these are still here.”

It was a musical laugh that fell out of her mouth, this laugh that seemed to have tightened around my mind. “Some shockingly handsome guitarist said he liked them, so I kept them.”

I bent and kissed down onto her pubic bone, allowing the curls to rub along my nose. Her hand resumed drawing against my arm as I reached for my whiskey.

“Continuing to be honest?” she asked, brushing a lock of hair over my shoulder. I nodded and made sure to look into her face to show I was listening. “I kind of hoped our paths would cross again.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded, leaning forward and planting a kiss to my lips that lingered. “Yeah,” she whispered as she leaned back.

I passed my tongue across my bottom lip as she retreated. I took a sip, the ice clanked softly against the glass. I looked across her body, feasting upon the skin before me until I returned to the soft stripe of curls once more. I shifted closer to her center and I’m sure I was beaming a wicked gleam.

“Jake…” she sighed, a sleepy little grin spread across her lips. “What are you thinking?”

I planted a kiss to the top of her thigh with a gentle hum. “I’m thirsty, and you look hot.”

I pushed at her opposite thigh to push her open a bit more. Her fingertips brushed against my hair as I planted another kiss to the silken little curls. I was rewarded with a heavy sigh and stifled moan. I pressed the cold glass to her slit and she jumped with a giggle. I shushed her and did it again, liking how her skin reacted. I dipped a finger into the whiskey and let it fall onto her, but immediately licked it in between my lips.

“Fuck,” I whispered as I did it again. “If they bottled this, I’d never leave the damn house.”

She laughed loudly as I fished an ice cube out. I put it between my teeth and nuzzled in, letting my tongue capture the drippings.

“Oh my god, Jake,” she groaned, pushing both sets of fingers into my hair as she pushed herself down from the headboard to be flat on the mattress.

I readjusted, setting the glass on the nightstand to continue exploring her folds. “Think you can squirt into my mouth, Y/n?”

The little huff she let out matched the rising heat of her skin. I roughly pushed up her thigh to fully open her to me and my whims, exposing her little pink entrance at the back. I blew across her thigh as I lowered my mouth to her, sticking my tongue into her cunt with a wicked press and jiggle. I swiped my index finger down from her pubic bone down to her ass a few times, collecting the slick that was already weeping from her.

“Fuck any hole, huh?” I asked before I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue.

She lifted her head to look down at me. “Fuck any hole.”

That was all I needed. I flattened my tongue and gave a slow swipe from her asshole to her clit and back again. I swirled that velvet as I slid my hand beneath her hips to give her a little raise up to better feed on her. I spit into her lower entrance before giving it a circle with my middle finger. I leaned in close, taking her hard clit into my mouth as I pressed into her with a slow, firm pace.

“Can you squirt like this?” I asked before I started to lap at her.

“Keep doing that and we’ll see,” she returned, her voice completely breathless.

I cooed against her as I swallowed against her clit again, making sure I was extra sloppy. I slid two fingers into her pussy while still working her ass and clit. If she wanted to be fucked, I’d give her fucke’ in the best of ways. I could feel the tension in her legs as she began to jitter and quake. She was clenching my hair so tight like she was riding a wild horse and damn if it didn’t hurt like a son of a bitch. But it was the hottest thing I had ever been witness to as she first started to dribble around my working fingers, then spray. I opened as wide as I could, replacing the fingers with my tongue, dancing for fucking joy as she shot her load down my throat with a scream of pure ecstasy.

“God that was sexy,” I said, ignoring that my words were choppy with rasp.

I gave a few more long licks, and laughed over how she jumped. I gave her a slow kiss before ducking into the bathroom to wash up. I returned to her on the bed, hand tucked between her thighs and another condom between her fingers.

“He looks hungry again,” she replied, eyes squarely on my hardening dick.

“Famished,” I said, as I reached for the offered condom.

She moved quickly to yank my body to hers and swallowed me with a deep kiss that I swear, I could feel her tongue reach the back of my mouth. I set the little shiny packet to the side, looking at her fucked out face as she withdraws just a bit. I have another idea, but have no clue if she’d be up for it.

“This robe would look nice tied up around your wrists,” I whispered as I kissed down her jaw.

“And how about hung on a hook?” she said, her voice sing-song as sweet as a lullabye.

My jaw might have dropped open just a bit as I watched her shrug off the silk then twist her hands around a bit to secure them. I grinned as she turned a bit and wiggled a piece of the wrought iron of the headboard out to present a sort of hook. She brought her hands up to catch the delicate fabric on the metal and leaned back against the headboard with her legs spread wide just for me.

“I’ll be fucked,” I whispered, unable to hide my delight.

“You’re gonna be,” she said with a grin. “You’re too far away, Jakey…”

I raised an eyebrow. “A bit demanding seeing that you’re the one who is bound.”

“If you don’t get going, you’re going to be the one on this hook,” she replied, her eyes glistening with a dark that hit me right in the cock.

“Wouldn’t that be a fun concept,” I sigh as I lean in, capturing her chin in between my fingers. “You’re okay?”

She nodded as I moved up against her, dragging my lips against hers. Goddamn this woman was sent me into a frenzy that I was so addicted to that I was sure I would not recover from - not that I wanted to ever be rid of her. Her eyes were languid as I rolled the condom down over me after a few strokes of my fist. I helped her to rise up to a squat so I could slide myself beneath her on my knees. She sheathed herself with me, grinding down on my hips to make us both gasp out over the sensation.

I helped by holding onto her hips, but she really did own the show - no hands needed. Her tits were slamming around my face and I ate them up as she worked me up and down through her quivering heat. The sound of her echoed in my ears as I fucked up into her as she moved down hard in a perfect dance of fucking.

But it was not enough.

As fucking amazing as it was, it was not enough.

I pulled her to a stop and kissed her hard as I pulled my cock from her causing us both to whimper from the loss. I moved back only to turn her so that her belly was to the headboard. With a second thought, I put a pillow in between the wrought iron and her tender flesh. Making sure she was comfortable, I tugged at her hips, forcing her knees wide. Her core wept down her thighs with anticipation for my return.

I slid in at a speed that might have relayed that I was desperate for her. I’m not ashamed that I really was desperate. She was already tightening around me as I slid my fingers up through her hair to tug her head to the side to reveal the expanse of her neck. I sank my teeth into the crook of her shoulder. The hiss that escaped her sent shockwaves through me. She was completely at my mercy at that moment. It was intoxicating.

Once more, I fell away, crawling backwards on the bed so that I could lean forward on my elbows to lap and lick at her flooded thighs and pussy. She didn’t just squeak. She fucking screamed as I circled her engorged clit. Roughly, I grabbed both her tits in my hands upon my return, pummeling that sweet little pussy with all the love I had for her. Y/n was nearly chirping through another orgasm as I felt it - a sudden blinding ray of purity that flooded my entire body. That was it. She had me and swallowed my own orgasm with a greedy pussy that still begged for more. I jolted over and over within her, suddenly longing for her hands to be on me. All I could do was to reach up and clasp my hands to hers. My forehead fell to the base of her neck as I struggled to recapture myself.

“Jake,” she whispered. “My hands, Jake…”

I grimaced as I unhook the silk robe, skating tiny kisses up her arms to ease the ache I was sure she was feeling. I let her unbind herself.

“Stay here,” I said as I slid off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

Once to the bathroom, I’m quick to clean myself up and take care of the condom. I saw the big tub in the reflection of the mirror and an idea struck. I started the tap, finding a lightly scented bubble bath to drizzle in once the water was warm enough. I retrieved a washcloth and returned to her, as she waited patiently for me. Gently, I ran the cloth up each leg and across her core. I took her hand and led her back to her waiting bath.

“Really?” she asked with a light laugh.

“Yup. And if you’re not careful, I may just have to read from that book that you have stashed over there on your tub cart,” I threatened as she settled down. The look in her eye catches me off guard, but just to prove a point, I grab the book and step into the water myself.

The tub is wide enough to have her feet rest up on my hip. She’s lovely there amongst the thin steam and light bubbles. I liked watching as the ends of her hair swirled around in the water, ghosting across the tops of her breasts. I can’t help but to feel smug over the fucked out daze she seemed to have in her eyes as she took it all in. I wondered if she may have felt the same, but then again, I knew I would soon reward her once again for the evening.

“You’re pretty, you know that?” she whispered, swishing her fingers through the surface of the water.

I grinned, knowing that my cheeks were flushing over her compliment. “And you’re beautiful, but I don’t think I need to tell you that.”

Her brows perked over my sentiment. “I wonder if it’ll be another seven years before I see you again,” she said, her voice soft as she stretched her neck from side to side.

“And if I said I hope that is not the case?” I asked, eyes firmly on her mouth as her lips stretched into a smile. “What are you doing Sunday?”

She laughed, but remained silent.

“I’d like it if you were at the show.”

“You would?”

I nod. “It’s a bit bigger than the last show you saw.”

“How do you know I haven’t been to a show since Ann Arbor?” she asked, leaning forwards with her fingers on my legs.

“I’d have known you were there. It’s like your body calls for me.”

She laughed and leaned back.

“Don’t believe me?”

When she shook her head, I stood up, stepping out of the tub and drying my hands before grabbing hold of the book to her protests and giggles.

“Ooooh, erotic poetry even,” I teased as I sat back down.

“Jake, come on…”

“And who do you read these to? Yourself? Lovers to spurn them on?” I continued with a raised eyebrow, paging through the soft blue colored pages. “How about I piece together something here. Make it my own?”

She folded her arms across her chest as if in challenge. I hummed playfully under her gaze.

“Oh, this is a good line…

Fingertips etch your lust into my flesh…

She licked at her lips as I let my voice drop and get all smooth. I turned a few pages ahead to land on my next line.

I am addicted to your touch, your taste, you…

Yeah. She liked that one, in-fucking-deed. A few more pages and I landed on:

There is no sin attached to the manner in which you love me

Heaven and paradise pale when I laze between your thighs…

Her fingers began to dig into my flesh as I flipped a few more pages around, my eyes skating between her and the written words.

Your gaze consumes my flesh; You have feasted upon my soul;

And yet, you leave me wanting to surrender to you all the more…

I made a slow lick of my finger before I turned another page, making sure she watched how I curled my tongue around the digit.

I want and I want and I want… We will satisfy the flesh to pacify the mind…

We will melt into the other…

I closed my eyes, feeling the last words, hoping that she would know they were my own.

Claim me your safe harbor, and I will ever be faithful.

I kept my breath slow, calm. Her silence touched me in places that rattled my cage. I did not want to open my visage to discover that she knew she had me by the balls. I had been with her for a grand total of maybe eight hours? Everything in my skin knew this woman owned my ass in each and every way.

“That’s not in that book,” she whispered finally.

“No. It’s not.”

“What are you asking of me, Jake?”

Everything. I want fucking everything. The words screamed at me, even though I knew it was impossible.

“Come here and find out,” I decided to say, playfully.

My eyes drift open to find that she had not moved, but her face - her eyes told me that she understood. Fully. I swallowed, unable to look away from those eyes that were etched into my memory in the most intimate of moments. As if reading my body, she finally gave way, climbing over my legs and I pushed myself away from the edge so that she would have room for her knees behind me. God, I was so hard for her without her even touching me that way. The innocence of her mouth touched mine and I slid into her once more.

“I feel it, too,” she whispered into my ear.

She ground her hips into mine. Her warmth was enough to drive me insane. Her beauty etched itself into my song. Moved. I was simply moved by this creature. I captured her mouth in a kiss that felt like we were waltzing - perfectly in sync. I could not get enough of her taste as her body sucked mine in to claim me.

“I can’t cut ties here,” she breathed. “Everything of me is here.”

“I can’t leave the road,” I sighed. “Everything of me is out there.”

That was the rub, wasn’t it.

“I’m not ready for what will be needed of me, Jake,” she admitted before her jaw dropped to let out a gasp.

I shifted my hips beneath her to provide a bit more traction. “I would need to give you everything… I would need you to -”

She came hard around me. Her breathless sounds struck my chest in the most endearing of manners. I lapped and kissed at whatever skin I could reach.

“I would give you all of me, Jake,” she hissed, coming back quickly as she continued to move with small thrusts. “How the hell do we do this?”

She came to a stop and I held as still as possible. We just stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. She pressed her fingers to my face and I won’t lie - I leaned all the way into that touch.

“Can we not let this much time pass between now and the next time our paths cross?” I asked, surprised by how calm I suddenly felt.

“I’d like that,” she admitted with a little swirl of her hips that sent me around the damn bend.

“Maybe revisit this,” I sighed, “when we’re ready…”

She nodded before kissing me deeply.

“I’m not wearing a condom, Y/n.”

I felt her squeeze me before she slid off my cock. “Stand up.”

I grinned as I followed her direction. Without fanfare, I was down her throat. She took my hands to place on her head as if willing me to fuck her face at will. Her hands skated up the back of my thighs and I knew - I knew without hoping it. Her fingers deftly spread my cheeks and ghosted across my entrance. My head fell back over the sensation. She might not have been the only visitor to that area, but my body responded instantly to the memory of my first. She hummed all the way down my length as she tested just the fingertip. I smirked down at her when she discovered she could press in not with one but two digits and not have me cum in under two seconds. The gleam that crossed between us shimmered in her eyes as she continued her pumping into me as I pushed deeper into her throat.

Fuck me. It was beyond me what was transpiring between me and Y/n, but I knew it was a spark that needed to be held close and cherished. It was a promise of a distant time that held comfort. A time that would hold companionship and understanding. If that wasn’t fucking love, I don’t know what it was. But I craved it. I craved what could be. I sure as shit did not want to rush to it, but to know it was there - would be there in the future meant the world.

Fingers deep in me, she did the little tongue on the balls trick again and I could not help but cum. She took me. She took all of me. And then she held my legs to make sure I didn’t fall on my ass. What a woman.

Hope you liked our smutty little escapade. See you next Wednesday! - OH and before I leave you, next posting will be three different parts. I’ll be posting it across three weeks as the entirety of the chapter is well over 17K. It really got away from me, but to keep it in more bite size chunks, I’ve decided to spread it out.

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blackroseguzzi · 2 years

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Woosah Baby

Warren Lipka x Reader

My first evan character fanfic and I wrote it in 45 minutes tonight while watching American Animals (for the 15th time)

Anyone else love when Warren whisper screams “you hit one!?! YOU HIT ONE?”

Enjoy! Let me know if you guys would like a part 2!

You sat inside the waiting room, hands securely in your lap as your right leg jutted up and down off the white tile floor in anticipation.

He was supposed to be here.

Your eyes shifted to the clock on the white wall, the obnoxiously clicking could be heard over the faint Abba music playing in the office all around you. You told him to be here at 12:15 for your 12:30 appointment, and it was 12:31. You placed a sweaty hand in bag and pulled out your cell phone, the screen cracked from last weekends party when you and your friends were smoking on the roof, your phone blasting music until it had slipped out of your pocket 50 feet onto the ground. You were surprised it still was in working condition, but you had to wait until your next paycheck from the supermarket to get a new one. No new messages.

You composed another message to him, this one a bit more angsty than the last.

“What the fuck Warren. You knew how important it was to make it today, and you’re so freaking late!”

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” Your head shot up from your phone at the petite blonde woman holding a clipboard in her hands. She was searching for you in the room, looking between a few established looking women that were also waiting for their appointments.

You let out a shaky breath and stood, shoving your phone back in your bag and placing it on your shoulder you walked over to the blonde nurse. You were so nervous you could feel your palms sweating as you clutched the strap of your bag.

The nurse brought you into a small room, and told you to sit down. She went over a few generic questions and then told you the doctor would be back with the results of your urine test you had already taken as soon as you had checked into your appointment. She quietly slipped out of the room and your heart pounded. You already knew that you needed to face reality, but you also knew you didn’t want to. You had taken a Xanax three weeks ago before a party, you had two beers last week after you bombed one of your liberal arts quizzes, and you had smoked a lot of week in the last two weeks - especially after that fight with Warren when you had found out he spent the $175 dollars you hid in your underwear drawer to buy a keg for a house party… It wasn’t even good beer. Who fucking drinks Milwaukee's Best?

You closed your eyes tight, almost as if you were hoping once they opened you would wake up from this bad dream.

You heard your Text tone go off and you quickly grabbed your phone in your bag. It was Warren, that fucker.

“Alarm didn’t go off…….. I’m parked outside. I’m sooorry!”

You rolled your eyes and decided he could sweat for a bit. He always overslept for everything- including his two morning classes. You knew he was messing up his scholarship. You wish he would try harder, but you knew his passions were not about soccer, or about the regimes of life that college set up for you. He was your first love, your high school sweetheart if you will. He sold you your first big fat blunt your Sophomore year of high school and his greasy curls and sexy dimpled smile called to you. He was your comfort. You struggled with the mundane of everyday life together for over 5 years. You loved watching him play soccer- he was one of the greatest goalkeepers your high school had ever seen. You just knew he felt like a puppet, playing all the right moves for his fathers approval.

Your mind was jolted back to reality when you heard a quick knock at the door, it creaked open and a friendly looking brunette doctor walks over. She was heavy set, with a beautiful set of pearly white teeth she showed off brightly as she smiled and told you her name which you immediately forgot in your panicked state. She was suddenly asking you how you were feeling.

“I’m..I’m fine. Thanks.” You wanted to cut to the chase, no bullshitting.

“Well, what brings you here? Let’s go over everything,” She grasps at her scrub shirt pocket and pulls out a pair of bright purple reading glasses. She snakes them onto her face and looks down at the clipboard the blonde nurse had left on the counter. She sucks in a polite breath and looks at you for answers.

“I took two tests, one was inconclusive and one was positive,” You answered her question quickly and then swallowed the little bit of bile that crept in your throat. God you were so sweaty. You really wished you hadn’t just thrown on the hoodie this morning with nothing underneath but a sports bra.

“Well, It looks like the test today was Positive and your HCG levels at 750. When was your last cycle?” The Brunette Doctor looked you dead in the eye. She was sitting there like she didn’t just twist your whole life upside down. Like her words didn’t just destroy you. You stared at her, unable to speak.

“Y/N?” Her too- chipper voice cut through your haze and you snapped back to reality.

“I think It was October 3rd ish?” Saying out loud made you realize just how long it had been since you were on your period. Fuck. God fucking damnit. You couldn’t even afford a new phone, how the fuck were you and Warren going to support a god damn baby? A living, breathing, food needing tiny codependent baby.

Shit. Balls. Fucking fuck. You were not mature enough for a child.

You really needed a smoke.

You pushed your long hair behind your ear and shook your head at the doctor. “No way I can’t be pregnant, I always use a condom.. I mean.. my boyfriend always uses one. I.. Wow, I’m sorry I’m just in a little bit of shock.” You heard your phone text tone go off again and you ignored it.

“Condoms are not 100% effective,” Doctor know it all responded in a sing song tone. No shit, the box said 97% effective. You just didn’t think you would be the 3% that gets knocked up.

“Well there are options, and we can talk them all over if you’d like once you sit on this information and share this news with your partner. We can go ahead and schedule your first ultrasound at the front desk!” She took off her annoying purple glasses and shoved them back into her breast pocket. Her lips curled into a sympathetic smile and you wanted to shove your thumbs in her eyeballs. Maybe it was the hormones that had made you so angry at her for being the one to break this news to you. You wish this anger was directed towards the person who had gotten you into this mess, but he was too busy sleeping until well after noon, and probably hot boxing in the parking lot.

You smiled politely and got up front your seat, thanking the doctor before she opened the door for you. You moved fast through the hallway. You completely skipped the receptionist desk - you didn’t want to make the appointment for an ultrasound right now, especially when you were on the verge of a mental crisis. You grabbed out your phone to read the text Warren had sent you earlier.

“You’re probably worried over nothing. Woosah baby,” He sent the stupid little emoji that had the sunglasses on.

He was great at calming your nerves most of the time. He loved to live day by day, trying not to worry about putting one foot in front of the other. You spotted his car at the far end of the parking lot. You took in a breath before inhaling largely and holding it in. You didn’t want to cry before you got into the car with him. At least you were glad he was here to pick you up so you didn’t have to scream cry on the bus back to the campus apartments.

Some Drake songs were playing loudly through the speakers when you approached Warren’s beat up Volvo. You grabbed at the door- Locked. You knocked on the glass annoyed that he was so zoned out on his phone to know you were right there, urging him to let you in the car.

He jumped at the sound of your knuckles against glass and as soon as he saw you there he leaned over and unlocked the passenger door, shoving his phone in the cup holder of the vehicle his attention was solely on you. You nearly jumped into the car and let out your breath you realized you were still holding in. You could feel Warren’s stare, waiting for you to talk to him. You didn’t want to look at him, you just leaned forward and shut off the music.

“You know, I really was hoping that you would have at least showed up today. For me.” You spoke softly, as through talking to a child. Maybe you were practicing your patience, or maybe you suddenly realized Warren’s behavior was sometimes pretty damn childish.

“I’m sorry, I am. I think my phone is broken or something the alarm NEVER went off.” Warren talked fast and he really did sound apologetic, but you knew that he was lying. He was notoriously known for snoozing his alarm 40 times before waking up, or worse- not even setting one to begin with.

“Grow up, Warren!” You shouted. Your face turned to his, and tears brimmed your eyes. You were so upset about all the events of today. You were scared over everything else. You had just had your 20th birthday two months ago. You were too young to have a kid. You had plans, so many grand plans for your life and you were worried how this would effect these grand plans. You were planning on graduating with a fine arts degree. You wanted to move to somewhere busy like Boston or LA and take your photography and your art to bigger and better places. Not small town shit like you were in now. You can’t take a baby to photoshoots. You can’t give birth during finals. You can’t have a baby with $74 dollars in your bank account.

“Woah, relax Y/N,” Warren reached over and touched your shoulder and rubbed his thumb gently on your collar bone. He watched as a single tear rolled down your cheek and left a wet drop on your light gray sweatshirt.

“I can’t just relax, I can’t do this alone and I’m scared you won’t grow up and I’ll have to do every hard thing myself just like I did today.” You spat back at him. You knew he was trying to be helpful and by the look of it he was genuinely concerned with your outburst of emotions.

He wasn’t used to this, you were usually so calm and emotionally collected. It’s part of why he loved you so much- you were his compass. Your cute side smile could melt him into a puddle and turn him into your slave. He would do just about anything for that smile.

You understood him and his zest for life. So hee was taken aback when you were suddenly screaming at him in the parking lot of the doctors office. He knew as soon as you had told him you wanted to go to the Doctors to see if you might be pregnant that you more than likely were. He had a gut feeling, and he held in his fear until he knew 1000% even though he was 999% sure he was going to father a child. He should have been there for her today since he knew that the news would break her apart, GOD he knew that. Instead he was a lazy fuck and snoozed the alarm around 13 times before waking up to Y/N’s texts. She was better than him at everything - including being where she needed to be on time.

“You don’t have to do anything alone. I know I’m a fucking idiot, and I’m sorry,” Warren let go of your shoulder and slumped back in his seat, running his hands down his face he signed heavily. “Lay it on me, what did they say?” He stared at clouds in front of him, one of the clouds looked like it was frowning.

“I’m fucking pregnant.” Tears flooded your eyes and you bent over and cradled your head in your lap. Warren bit his lip, almost too hard, as if to feel another kind of pain then the one that was currently brewing in his chest.

After a few minutes of listening to Y/N quietly sob In the seat next to him he spoke softly.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” He didn't know how or what he was going to do to make that promise happen but he would do anything to make sure he didn't break it.

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kimhargreeves · 2 years

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New and Old Lovers-Franky Franklin x Reader (Spy x Family)

Summary: After 2 years of being away from home, you return to reunite with your brother and find out he now has a wife and daughter. Not only that but you find out that your brother's best friend still hasn't gotten over you.

(This is a Franky x Reader since the poor boy doesn't get enough appreciation, he's very underrated, funny and cute in his weird ways. Our scruffy boy needs more love from the fandom.)

It's been two years since I haven't been home, Ostania, it's been far too long but life as a spy is far from easy, my brother and I haven't spoken for a few weeks since we've both been busy with our own things. Loid was the first to oppose on my mission since he knew we wouldn't see each other for a long time.

Even though Loid is my older brother he knows I would do anything for him, he was the one who tried his best to raise me while still being a child himself. We've both been through enough trauma, i love my brother dearly and I am finally happy to see him again.

I walked down the familiar streets and walked past my favorite cafe with my bag in hand until k heard someone shout my name. I irked remember the person's voice, I slowly looked back and saw him.

I sighed defeated and making it well known that I wasn't in the mood to talk.

"Hey hey (Y/N)!" Franky Franklin. My brother's best friend.

I hummed with a frown still across my face and I faced him and looked at him. The man hasn't changed, still wearing those dumb large glasses, we are almost the exact same height even.

"Franky…"

"Whoa, (Y/N) it's been ages since I last saw your face. You changed your hair? It looks nice!" He said giving me a thumbs up and watching him blush easily. "It would've been nice to receives letter once in a while, maybe announcing that you were coming back."

I continue to frown wanting to just leave and see my brother. I couldn't help but look back to where he was sitting, my eyebrows twitched when I noticed that he had been sitting with a woman. The woman resembled a bit myself and had my previous hair color.

Franky took notice of my silence and followed my eyes. "It's not what it looks l-like! We are simply exchanging missions." He whispered leaning a bit forward until I stopped him.

"Where's Loid? All I know is that he moved elsewhere." I quietly say.

"Wha?! After all this time and you're still turning me down. Well, I won't tell you where he is!" Franky said quite loud.

I turned around and started to walk hoping to find Loid myself without help. "Hey! Wait up!" I heard Franky shout and without a minute to spare he left the poor girl behind.

I glanced over at the short male and furrowed my eyebrows together. After all these years and he still has feelings for me? Pff he should just give up, besides Loid and I thinks like, we don't have time for these types of things… unfortunately.

Arriving at the location Franky told me I climbed up the stairs and turned stood in front of a door. I turned the knob and opened it, I felt a strong presence nearby, I threw myself forward and easily dodged an item that was swung over to me.

I realized it was a dark haired woman with ruby eyes, giving a strong powerful glare and aura around here.

"Who are you? And what are you doing at my home?"

"Y-Yor, she's just -" Franky began to say trying to get the frying pan away from the woman's grasp.

"(Y/N)?" We all turned around and I saw my brother.

My expressionless face quickly turned into a smile as soon as I saw him. "Brother!" I opened my arms to hug him and Loid embraced me tightly.

"Yor. This is my sister (Y/N)..Sis this is my wifey." Loid explained as soon as we stopped hugging. My mouth fell open and I looked back between my brother and his wife.

"S-Since when?! I thought you never into this type of stuff." I say surprised.

Yor blushed and toss the frying pan away. "I-I am so sorry for trying to attack you Miss!"

I looked at her weirdly and thought it was so strange of her quickly changing how she felt. "Good grief I thought this would end up badly." I heard Franky sigh.

"Nonetheless I am very happy that you have returned from your studies, (Y/N)." Loid said. i turned my head to the side confused.

I heard footsteps quickly approaching us and my blood froze when I was a small child, a pink haired girl with little cones on her head. Who the heck is she?!

"Papa! I heard a loud noise what was it?"

"Papa?!" I shouted now completely confused.

The girl and the woman known as Yor looked between Loid and I. "That's r-right! Yor I apologize but Anya here has never met my daughter, since they've been studying abroad for many years." Loid said quickly.

I knew something was up as soon as he said that. Loid gave me a look and all I did was remain silent.

"That's right! (Y/N) wasn't lucky to meet little Anya when she was born. Fortunately for me I was there as the replacement." Franky intervened.

"Anya, this is my sister, (Y/N)." Loid said patting the girls head when she had hidden behind him. I stared down at the small child who stared up at me in wonder.

'She's a weird child'

Anya stepped out from Loid and noticed her clutching a stuffed animal, with one hand she raised it and pointed at me.

"Aunt (Y/N)!" She said and now pointed at Franky. "Uncle Scruffy!"

I scoffed not expecting her to have a nickname for him. I tried to hide my laughter and noticed a blush spread across his face.

"How many times have I told you to quit calling me that kid?!" He said fighting with a child who paid no attention to him.

'He continues to be easily flustered. Still cute'

I calmed down from laughing and noticed Anya now staring at me, now with a small blush across her face. "Auntie!"

That caught my attention as well and I saw her holding her stuffed animal. "This is Chimera." this is random but just go with it.

Loid and I glanced at one another and I heard Yor voice that she was quickly going to serve us coffee. The four of us began to catch up once Anya had fallen asleep. Loid was willing to let me sleep in his home for the night.

The night was going well but Yor and Franky were getting a bit too drunk. Yor began to tell a story about her co-workers making herself laugh, "You're getting a bit too drunk, Yor. Remember last time.." Loid said a bit embarrassed.

"Don't act like an old man, Loid. Your sister is back home! I think this is the perfect excuse to celebrate." Franky said holding a glass of whiskey and resting an arm across Loid making him quickly push him back annoyed.

"It is even appropriate to get drunk while a young girl is sleeping?" I said bluntly and took a last sip of my drink.

I watched as both Yor and Franky began to laugh and continue to get drunk. I started to laugh a bit when Loid began to tell me how they all decided to play along with Anya and even went to a castle to make the young girls dream come true. The four of us continued to chat for a bit until it was late and we all started to get ready to head to bed.

"Thank you again for letting me sleep here tonight, I don't want to be a bother to you." I told my brother when I began to help him clean up since Yor had fallen asleep on the couch.

"You're more than welcome to sleep at my place!" Franky said pointing at himself with his thumb. I gave him a cold stare which made him shriek and apologize, "I didn't mean it to sound weird!"

He began to say beginning to slowly walk to the door as he opened it ready to leave.

"Just go home, already you're far too drunk." I coldly told him and closed the door right when he stepped out.

Loid fell silent and finished cleaning up. "It's really great to see you again, (Y/N). But, try to give him a chance. He's a nice guy, I fully put my trust on that."

I also remained silent and glanced at his side and simply nodded my head. Truth is, he genuinely is a nice and funny guy, but I'm afraid I'll get my heart broken again. I decided to not think much of it and slowly started to head where I would sleep.

A week or so went by, Whenever we would have the time us four adults, Anya and their new dog Bond, we would hang out and make the most of the day. Today was a very surprising day..which left me very surprised.

"Loid, I think I'm in love." I hear Franky tell my brother.

"I know." He simply replied not interested in hearing much about it.

"Her name is Monica McBride…"

I almost choked on my drink, I expected him to say my name, but another girl's name?! I was sitting close to them since I had a mission to spy on someone and retrieve come information they wanted, I had to dress up as the young man, the client who asked me to do the job.

I couldn't help but eavesdrop now that I am close to them.

"Wow..seems like you finally placed my sister's feelings aside, huh?"

There was silence between both men. "She's complicated. No offense, Loid, but I've had my feelings rejected many times by her, I think it's time to move on."

I heard Loid sigh when Franky said that. "If that'll make you feel better, then I understand."

"Think you can help me on it?! I have all her info her." He smiled and held a few documents.

"That's definitely not creepy." Loid said staring at him.

"It's exactly the type of job you do!"

Hmm. It's so weird seeing him so happy to go on a date with another woman. Is it selfish if I were to say that I don't want that to happen…

I continued to cry as I hid my face over my knees and felt so cold and empty. I was sitting on top of a buildings roof, wanting to escape from everyone, all I wanted was to be left alone. Loid wasn't happy that I ran away from him right when we ended the war that had once happened.

"(Y/N)?!" I tensed up when I heard my brother's best friend. I heard his quick footsteps approaching me.

I simply continued to look away not wanting him to see me cry. I felt the light touch of his hands on my back but quickly he drew them back and I felt him sit next to me.

"I'm..so sorry on what happened.." I heard him say.

That only made me cry even more, tears continued to fall down my face like a waterfall, I felt so empty.

The consequences of war will always be horrible and heartbreaking….

Loid and I swore to protect this country, we trained hard and while we worked we met Franky, and I met him..the man who I was supposed to get married to…

"I..I held him as he took his last breath..he was a great man, (Y/N). I know how much you meant to him, he only had one thing in mind and it was you. He only had one request and that was for me to look after you."

Slowly I looked up still hugging my knees together and noticed the small glimmer of a ring on Franky's hand. "This is all I could save." I glanced over to him and grabbed the now broken silver ring.

I held onto it close to me as I continued to cry. "Thank you.." I sniffed and felt a bit more at ease when I looked up at the sky.

The sky was dark, and cold, but the sky was absolutely stunning with many bright stars decorating the sky. I felt like my life was over, but there's was a strange sensation of peace.

The rest of day didn't go as planned. I almost had my ass beaten when I was being followed by someone who was trying to get information about my client. Boss wasn't too satisfied but noticed my mood today and asked what was wrong.

I pouted as I made my way back home, it was already night and I wondered how the date had gone. I hadn't felt this alone and empty for years, "Hello, (Y/N)."

I stopped and saw my brother, well he was dressed as someone else but I easily recognized his blue eyes.

"Mission go as planned?" He muttered glancing at me through the newspaper he was 'reading'.

Once I had looked away from him he knew my answer. "I believe in second chances, sister. You shouldn't distance yourself from those who care about you."

"I…How was the date?" I blushed glancing away from him and feeling embarrassed for him to see me like this, too vulnerable.

"She stood him. Rejected him in fact. He's heartbroken for sure, as usual. But, he did mention you to her and admitted to admiring you. Guess, he'll continue to be the same as always. Anya did try to make him feel a bit better."

"I see… I'll see you later tonight then." I continued to stare down at the ground when I started to walk all the way over to my favorite restaurant.

As I began to wait for the waiter, my mind began to wander once again on him. Do I really deserve love after all the rejections and bitterness I've told him?

I clutched my jacket, on my chest where my heart is and felt my heart beating faster at the thought of Franky. He's always been so weird, quirky, loud yet adorable in a weird way. Loud has been friends with him and years and Anya loves him as well.

I looked up at the sky and noticed it was the same at that same night years ago. It seemed even a bit more beautiful, the sky a dark blue and purple. I felt my heart grow ten times when I glanced across the street and saw him.

He probably left the bar where Loud had left him. I rose up from him seat and with one hand grabbed onto the railing separating the restaurant from the streets.

"Franky!" I shouted and waved my hand. I forced..no..I genuinely smiled..smiled when I saw him.

"(Y/N)?" I hear him ask himself. He had his hands stuffed into his pockets, with a blush across his face from drinking too much.

"I know it's late but would you like to join me, on a date?!" I saw his sour and sad expression turn to a surprised one.

I couldn't see his eyes when he looked away and his glasses seemed to turn white, but then he looked back and saw him blush ten times more. Slowly he started making his way over to me until we were face to face, "I would love nothing more." He smiled when he held into my hand.

I blushed as well and smiled feeling absolutely nervous about starting my life again. "Let's eat all that we can until we throw up!" I said laughing.

Franky chuckled and fixed his glasses now taking a seat in front of me, "Your idea of a date is weird, but I like it nonetheless, (Y/N)."

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