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(S)aint Chris is hunting and you're his prey. ‘’Not really,’’ he said and leaned in closer to you, though he made sure to study you closely as he proceeded, ‘’the reason I’m telling you this is because I’ve decided that you’re my prey. As soon I catch you alone I’m going to fuck you.’’ Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X reader (first section) Chris Sturniolo X OC (second section) Warning/Content: 18+ Smut. Sexual games. Intercourse. Masturbation. Light choking. Raw. Consensual. Oral sex. Author notes: Another one I absolutely loved writing. So much fun! If you know what song I listened to while writing this, comment! Reader is the first section and then the OC under the second banner/cover. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it. So much appreciation to you all! AND...A MATT CABING STORY TO GO ALONG WITH THIS ONE WILL BE OUT THIS COMING WEEK.

(S)aint Chris stepped out of the cabin after Matt, closing the door behind himself. He drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool, crisp morning air. The wilderness air really was different to the air quality in the concrete jungles. Though it was early fall, and not too cold yet, it was a little mild, and Chris zipped up his favourite grey hoodie. He then adjusted his fitted hat and draped an arm over Matt’s shoulders when he reached him.

‘’You doing good?’’ Chris asked

Matt smiled, ‘’yeah, thanks. You?’’ Matt asked and Chris pulled his arm from Matt’s shoulders and jumped the last few steps down, his converse covered feet landing on the soft, wet grass.

‘’Yeah, I’m good, as long as you and Nick are okay,’’ Chris said, and wanting desperately to make his brother laugh because he knew he was going through a hard time with anxiety, he pulled a face, sticking is tongue out.

His goal was achieved when Matt burst out laughing, then he asked, ‘’Was Nick and Maddie still sleeping?’’

‘’Yup,’’ Chris said with a smile and nod. ‘’See you later,’’ Chris said and started walking off as he pushed his hands into his pockets. Chris planned on taking a long walk to contemplate on ideas for their videos, along with just enjoying nature and the scenic walk. The smell of rich soil and damp earth filled his nostrils, while the sounds of nature around him made him feel somewhat primal. Raw in nature.

Half an hour later, Chris walked into a little café that catered to the people who hired the cabins - it was a larger log cabin that they transformed into a café where people could buy the bare essentials. They also had a few tables and chairs so people could sit and sip on steaming hot cup of coffee while having a serving of fresh cream cake.

Chris was on his way to the fridge to grab a Pepsi, as he hadn't realized his morning walk would leave him parched, when he saw you. You, the stunningly beautiful woman who had Chris’ heart aflutter as you danced your way to the fridge from the chips rack, holding your phone in one hand, also gripping a packet of chips between your fingers. Chris took a logical guess that you were wearing earbuds and listening to music as his eyes followed you, a smile playing on your lips. You were wearing a pair of ripped jeans that rode low on your hips, black Converse, and a black fitted t-shirt showing off enough flesh to tease but leaving him wanting more.

You twirled just before you got to the fridge, your head bopping up and down to the beat of the music. You opened the fridge door and grabbed a bottle of water, and then closed the door again with a swing of your hip. Chris smiled widely as you danced all the way to the counter to pay. He hurried to the back of the café and went to grab a Pepsi hoping you would hang around for a few minutes so he could catch you. He glanced over his shoulder at the cash registrar and sighed silently with relief – two people had been working there since they arrived at the cabin and one was a chatter, while the other was a head nodder and silent the rest of the time. The latter was working today and he thanked his lucky stars for once again giving him a helping hand. It meant he could get out of the café that much quicker.

Chris smiled at the older man behind the cash registrar. Everything there was very dated, but it was clearly intended – from the age old cash registrar to the man who had a large beard and a pipe hanging from his mouth. Chris put his change down and the elderly man removed his pipe from his mouth and spoke for the first time to Chris, ‘’She arrived last night with her brother. Her name is (y/n). (Age) years old. A little dancer she is, and I saw her doing backflips and whatnot early this morning before we even opened the café. She was out there on the lawn,’’ he said in a deep, gruff voice.

Chris flashed him a smile but raised his brows in question. The man let out a guttural, deep laugh.

‘’I saw you watching her. A young guy like you and a fiery little thing like her? I think you two suit each other. I may not talk much, but I listen and observe. You’re a good guy, along with your brothers, and she’s a sweet, kind girl,’’ he said and shrugged his broad shoulders.

‘’Thanks,’’ Chris said and scratched his day old stubble, ‘’I appreciate you.’’

‘’Go. Go find her,’’ the old man said and popped his pipe back into his mouth and shooed Chris out, motioning with his hands, making Chris laugh as he hurried out of the café.

As he stepped out the doors, his eyes darted around in every direction looking for the beautiful dancer. For a second he thought he was shit out of luck and was going to claim his thanks back from his lucky stars but they were working overtime in his favor. You were standing on the wrap-around porch, to his left looking over the fantastic view of the trees with a small babbling brook running past the café. You let out a giggle as a squirrel sat on the wooden railing, not far from you, cleaning it’s self.

Chris smiled to himself; he adored the way you giggled and he certainly wanted to hear more. You looked innocent…like a little saint, but he also knew that it was the innocent looking ones that sometimes held the wildest sides and they often played their cards close to their chests. That was the fun part about them. Little freaks in the sheets but innocent in everyday life.

You looked over your shoulder when you felt a pair of eyes focused on your back. While you would normally get an unsettled feeling when that happened, this time, you just felt the eyes but thought nothing of it, only curious to see who it was.

‘’Hi,’’ you said with a big, brilliant, bright smile that had Chris aroused already. You turned from your spot after grabbing your bottled water and packet of chips off the railing where you had set them down then walked over to Chris. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and though he knew he was staring, he couldn’t help it. You were a breath of fresh air, while simultaneously and contradictory, you also took his breath away. You were an absolutely stunning woman.

You stopped at the end of the railing, opposite him, where the stairs were. But you surprised him by turning your back to him and then leaned against the balustrade, looking over the view before you.

‘’Hey,’’ Chris said and stepped up to you in a few short steps, and leaned against the railing, propping his elbows onto it, his hands clasped around his Pepsi. ‘’It’s a nice day.’’ ‘’Mmm,’’ you said and started giggling

‘’What?’’ Chris asked with a chuckle, swinging his head to look at you

‘’Funny how we as humans have to make small talk before we actually get to where we want to be. We talk about everything from the weather to how boring it is to watch paint dry before we actually say what we want to say. Do you think animals do that? I think animals skip all the small talk just to get to the bottom line,’’ you said and nodded in the direction of the squirrel.

Chris laughed and lifted his hand to his mouth and lightly played with his lips for a few seconds, while deep in thought of your… somewhat… profound philosophy.

You watched the man next to you and shifted from one foot to the other, loving what you saw. His sparking blue eyes had you lost for a few seconds when you had seen them and the way he was playing with his lips…you were dangerously close to letting out a moan, and that alone would have been enough for you to fall to your knees for him. His lips were lush and reminded you of pillows – soft but firm and his fingers made you quiver inside, knowing exactly what you wanted him to do with them.

‘’You’re right,’’ Chris said, pulling you from your thoughts as he dropped his hand to the railing and turned to face you, now leaning sideways against the railing.

‘’I know I am,’’ you said softly and turned as he did, to face him. ‘’I’m (Y/n).’’

Chris laughed at your confidence, loving it. ‘’I’m Chris. You got a cabin here?’’ Chris asked

You smiled, adoring how he squeezed his eyes closed briefly when he laughed. ‘’Yeah… I came with my brother and his girlfriend but they want to rough it out, so they are going camping later today on the other side of the river. I’ll probably practice some dancing…since I’ll be all alone.’’

‘’You dance?’’ Chris asked trying hard to sound surprised

‘’Uh-huh. Ballet, modern, street…anything really,’’ you said and smiled as a sexy but devilish smiled formed on his lips

‘’Do you like camping?’’ Chris asked and you let out a laugh

‘’I’m more a cabin girl. I don’t like camping. I don’t like fishing, and I don’t like hiking. My brother and his girlfriend are the campers,’’ you replied

Chris laughed. FUCK he had a sexy laugh! ‘’What about hunting?’’ he asked

You gave him a stupefied look and dropped your head then leaned slightly forward, looking at yourself, then you stood up straight again and looked back at Chris, ‘’me?’’ you asked in a high-pitched voice.

‘’Yes, you,’’ Chris said as he burst out laughing

‘’I also hate hunting,’’ you said unequivocally. It was a stern, hard no.

‘’That’s too bad,’’ Chris said with a smirk, ‘’I love hunting, but I like to let my prey know that I’m hunting them.’’

You tilted your head to the side a fraction and chewed on your bottom lip for a second. The confusion on your face and the way you furrowed your perfect eyebrows made Chris want to grab and kiss you. Your bottom lip bounced back into place and Chris felt a shudder in his body and his dick grew even bigger and longer along his thigh.

‘’Just like me, you don’t look like a hunter. But wouldn’t that scare them away? To let them know you were hunting them?’’ you asked

‘’Not really,’’ he said and leaned in closer to you, though he made sure to study you closely as he proceeded, ‘’the reason I’m telling you this is because I’ve decided that you’re my prey. As soon I catch you alone I’m going to fuck you.’’

He didn’t know what to expect from you but it sure wasn’t the response he got. He was rolling the dice and hoping it landed in his favor, but you were the one who ultimately put the idea into his thoughts. However, you could very well have told him to fuck off…he would have even expected a smack to the cheek or fist to his mouth.

However, you didn’t even flinch when he had said that. Nor did you gasp, instead you slowly lifted your big eyes until they met his. You blinked, and the tiniest of tiniest smiles played on your lips.

‘’That’s not going to happen,’’ you said leaning even in even closer, your voice low, ‘’how do you know I won’t tell my brother you’re threatening me?’’

Chris laughed, ‘’it’s not a threat. It’s a promise and you’re not going to tell him because you don’t think I’ll catch you, even though you’re hoping I will.’’

‘’You’ve got quite and ego there, Chris’’ you said pulling back. ‘’I have to go. Enjoy the rest of your stay here.’’

As you walked past him, he grabbed your wrist, and leaned in closer again, his lips so close to your ear, they brushed over your soft hair. He inhaled the soft scent of orange blossom before he continued, ‘’I’ve got an F and C and I’ve got a K too and the only that’s missing is a bitch like U,’’ he whispered and you closed her eyes for a second, your breath hitching in your throat. A shiver ran over your spine and you bit your bottom lip so hard, you thought you might draw blood.

The soft chuckle he let out had you opening your eyes again as you pulled your wrist from his grip. ‘’If you mess with me, you don’t know how much of a bitch I can be,’’ you said and carried on walking, then turned and hurried down the stairs.

‘’Run, my little prey, run,’’ he said with a laugh as he looked down at you walking away towards the thick of the trees. He loved the little swing of your hips.

‘’Stay away from me motherfucker,’’ you called out and lifted your hand above your head then gave him the middle finger, ‘’You’ll never catch me. It’ll take you years. 15 years, at least.’’

‘’What?’’ Chris yelled after you, but you only lifted your other hand and flipped him off, now with two hands shaking in the air.

Chris watched you disappear through the trees on a path, then he turned around and bit his bottom lip in thought. ‘’15 years?’’ Chris whispered to himself and it suddenly dawned him. He clicked his fingers and smiled widely. He was at cabin 10 and though the cabins were spaced far apart in secluded spots, he knew exactly were cabin 15 was.

You yanked the big wooden door open when the incessant knocking would not stop.

''What?'' you asked and then blew some hair off your face. Chris smirked when he saw your face flushed ''Hey'' Chris said with a smile that made your legs go absolutely weak. ''Was I interrupting you? Did you maybe get tired of waiting for me to catch you?'' ''You! What are you doing here?'' you asked ignoring his latter questions. He knew damn well what you were doing.

‘’Catching my prey,’’ he said in a low voice

The voice had you sucking in a breath. You bit your bottom lip but then frowned at him, ‘’you’re really late. I know you were hunting me all day…you sure as shit do make it known to your pray huh? You followed me down to the river, and still, you didn’t catch me. Now you turn up? It’s the middle of the night,’’ you said, and started closing the door but Chris lifted a hand, and placed it on the door then pushed it open again. You were no match for his strength.

‘’You’re a dick,’’ you hissed as you stumbled backward slightly from the force of the door

‘’Oh, I think you love dicks,’’ he said, a sly smile curving on his lips, ‘’I have a feeling you like assholes too.’’

‘’Love. I love assholes, more specifically, my own,’’ you corrected him, crossing your arms over your chest

‘’Hmmm,’’ he said and as he started walking slowly towards you, pushing the door closed with one good push behind him. ‘’I’m sure you do. You’re a nasty little one aren’t you?’’

You glared at him and Chris cocked a brow as his hand shot out, flew past your head, and quickly gathered your hair into a fist and pulled your hair back, forcing you to tilt your head back so you looked up at him. Oh, he was good! You didn’t see that coming and he was so fast you didn’t have time to make a move.

Just then a flash of lightning hit really close and lit the cabin up through all the windows. Thunder boomed and rumbled loudly. Chris looked over his shoulder as rain started pouring down, hitting the windows like little pebbles. With his attention on the rain, he loosened his grip and you turned on your heels and ran before Chris could react.

‘’Fuck,’’ Chris yelled as his head shot around and saw an empty space in front of him and his hand still outstretched and void of hair. He curled his fingers up in a fist and looked to the stairs as you took them two at a time, the thumping of your feet on the hardwood floors echoing around the cabin. He grinned and shook his head.

‘’(Y/n)!’’ Chris called and pulled his socks off, discarding them along the way. He had taken his shoes off at the door before he knocked because he stepped in a puddle of mud as he made his way to you in the dark and he didn’t want to track mud into the cabin.

He ran up the stairs also taking two at a time, pulling his shirt at the hem, up and over his head. He tossed it aside and it flew over the railing and then floated down, then pooled on the floor below. When he reached the landing, it was dark, except for one room where a thin sliver of light escaped from under a closed door.

‘’Gotcha,’’ Chris said with a smirk and walked to the door and pushed it open. It swung open and you stood in the middle of the room, looking like a dear in headlights. You swallowed hard and clasped your hands together under your chin.

‘’You’re so fucking beautiful,’’ Chris said, scanning your body with his eyes, from your little feet, your toenails painted in black, to the top of your head, where his eyes rested. He locked eyes with yours and scrutinized them, trying to find confirmation that you were still game for this. Your eyes flicked up fast above his head and then they quickly dropped down, back to his blue sparking eyes.

Chris grinned, now knowing it was still on, and your eyes flashed with lust as you let your hands drop to your sides. Your eyes once again left his, and you looked him over, just standing in his grey shorts with a C on them. C for Chris, you thought but knew better. You shifted on your spot, spreading your legs just a fraction as your pussy pulsed and soaked your panties. He was one sexy fucker and he knew it.

‘’(Y/n),’’ Chris said and you lifted your eyes to his, ‘’come here.’’

You bit your bottom lip, and lifted one foot and placed it in front of the other and started walking to him like you was hypnotised. When you stopped in front of Chris, a faint smile played on your lips.

‘’Don’t you think,’’ Chris said, and once again, his hand shot out and he grabbed a handful of hair, ‘’you should lock the doors when you’re trying to escape a hunter?’’

‘’Fuck you,’’ you said and Chris pulled your head back, tilting your head up as his head descended, planting his lips on yours. Chris felt a shift in his shorts and knew the monster was wide awake. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling your body against his tightly, your tits crushed against his chest as he kissed you. Your tongue drove forward, parting your full lips and slipping into his mouth, he could only reciprocate. Your tongues swirled and danced together in a hot, hungry, needy kiss. His hand roamed from around your waist to your delicious ass. You moaned into his mouth, as he squeezed your perfect, tight ass.

‘’Fuck,’’ Chris said pulling from the kiss. His dick was aching and throbbing, pre-cum soaking into his shorts. He pulled your panties down in one smooth, fast motion and they fell to your feet as he grabbed the t-shirt you were wearing and yanked it over your head.

A moan travelled up his throat slowly and escaped his lips when he looked down at your titties. They were more than perfect and your hard little nipples were pieced with two silver barbells gleaming in the light. He let out a growl entangled with a laugh and he ducked his head, ‘’a saint you ain’t,’’ Chris said just before his mouth latched on a breast.

‘’Oh fuuuuck,’’ you moaned as you threw your head back. Chris turned you around, still sucking on your tittie wondering if he would ever get enough, and pushed you back into the door. You slammed into it, your back making contact with it, causing a loud thud. A laugh of pleasure escaped you and Chris lifted his head, grabbing your wrists. His eyes zoomed around the room but he found nothing convenient until his eyes fell on the door. Above you, was a wooden pole attached to the door so that, he guessed, people could hang coats or jacks on. He took both your wrists in his left hand and reached up with his right, he then curled his hand around the pole and pulled down with all his might. It was securely attached so he pulled his hand away as he lifted yours up.

‘’We have to make do with this,’’ he said, and placed your hands on the bar. You had to stand up straighter as you curled your hands and fingers around it in opposite directions, and every muscle pulled but it felt good. You were used to burning muscles in dancing and it wasn’t too bad when you stood on your tippy toes, but for now, you planted her feet flat on the floor. It only meant your arms stretched to their maximum limit and burned, but this was worth it,.

‘’You okay baby girl?’’ Chris asked softly and let go of your hands. He then ran his fingers over your cheek and along your jaw till they stopped under your chin.

‘’Mhm, I’m good,’’ you replied with a confident smile

‘’Don’t let go,’’ he said sternly and tipped your head up even more with his fingers under your chin

You nodded and Chris pushed your legs further apart with his foot, your smooth pussy shiny with excitement. He reached down and ran his finger through your slit as you moaned and your breathing got heavy…faster… your titties pushing out with every out breath, taunting him. Chris breathed in your scent that reminded him of hot summer days…maybe a beachy coconut scent. It only made him want to eat you out all that much more.

Chris lowered his head and sucked your tits, one by one, taking turns, licking, sucking hard, and nipping at them with his teeth. His dick growing painfully hard as he listened to your little gasps and moans. The warmth and wetness of his mouth had you positively reeling and squirming. When you arched your back, wanting him to take more, needing him to take more, he gave a nipple one last hard suck before pulling away.

Your eyes snapped open and Chris gave you a cocky grin and moved around you, then behind you, letting you rest your weight against him, his hard cock pressing into the small of your back, only arousing you more. His one hand trailed down your taut belly, purposely taking his sweet time knowing you wanted it so bad.

‘’Chris, it’s not going to take me long,’’ you breathed, your hips bucking, reaching, desperate for him to get you off. ‘"Don't you dare fucking cum until I tell you," he whispered the order in your ear and goosebumps ran over your arms as you gave a short nod just before he slid his finger over your clit, making you suck in a sharp intake of air.

‘’Ohhhh fuck!’’ you moaned loudly and closed your legs, trapping Chris’ hand.

‘’UH…fuck no baby girl. Open,’’ he said and let out a laugh. You were so sensitive and he fucking loved it. You bit your bottom lip and opened your legs again, letting Chris resume what he had started. ‘’That’s it baby,’’ he whispered into your ear. He had only lightly circled your clit three times, agonizingly slowly before your breathing labored and a tremble shot through your body, lifting your heels off the ground.

‘’Ooo, you’re so fucking horny,’’ he said and pulled his hand away. "Oh fuck, Chris!" you half screamed, "Pleassee! It’s you! You make me too horny"

‘’Were you playing with your little pussy before I got here?’’ Chris asked

‘’I fucking was! I wanted you all day!’’ you spat out

Chris’ dick once again twitched in his shorts, ‘’Did you feel my crosshairs focus on your neck and chest today while I was hunting you?’’ Chris asked making his way back to stand in front of you.

‘’I did. I felt your eyes on me all day,’’ you said and grin formed on the corners of your lips. ‘’I was waiting for you to catch me. I only got wetter and hornier as the day passed.’’

Chris smirked, ‘’When I pull my trigger finger, my bullet is going to lodge inside your heart…forever.’’

‘’It already has,’’ you breathed with a shaky voice. Everything about this situation was so enthralling, the desire for him was overwhelming

Chris licked his lips, ‘’not quite yet. There is much more to come,’’ he said and you dropped your eyes ‘’I’m about to blow my load so if I can control it for a few minutes, so can you,’’ he said. You lifted your eyes again and stared at him, your eyes locked to his as he glared at you with an intensity that melted your soul. He moved closer to you and slid a finger into you and your eyes closed uncontrollably, dropping your head as the heat rushed through your body. He cupped your chin with his free hand and lifted your face, "Look at me baby, I want to watch you cum." He slid a second finger deep inside, hooking them upward and working them against your sweet spot, while his thumb brushed over your clit. "Oh, yes, yes…FUCCCKKKKK" you screamed as your eyes grew big "Not yet baby, hold on a little while longer!" he said but when he saw your stomach muscles tighten and you stood up on the very edge of your tippy toes he grinned. ‘’Let go of the bar at the last minute if you need to okay…I’m right here, I got you, baby girl.’’ He didn’t ease up, he finger fucked you until you were writhing and you obeyed with guileless pleasure, craving more and more of what was come to come after.

‘’Chris,’’ you breathed not able to hold back any longer as your muscles started to spasm. Every. Single. Muscle.

‘’Fuck yes, cum for me baby,’’ he said and slipped his free arm around your waist. He held you as your orgasm ripped through your body with a ferocity and you came undone, letting go of the bar above your head… and the pent up orgasm. Chris held you to him, your body moulding into his as you shook and twitched, your juices splashing against his hand, and ran down your legs as you got lost in the throes of your orgasm.

You had rode it out in Chris arms, your own arms holding onto him, your fingers sinking into his tight muscles. Finally, catching your breath, you lifted your face to his and kissed him with an intensity you had never felt before.

Your hands slid down his chest, over his stomach, where he sucked in a breath, to his shorts and you eagerly pulled at them. With your orgasm and the excitement, your hands were trembling slightly and you fumbled causing Chris to let out a little laugh as he pulled from the kiss. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic band and pushed them down just as your eyes fell down between you both. His solid, rock-hard dick bounced free and hit you on your stomach. You lifted your eyes to meet his, only to see his pupils dilating.

‘’Ooo, no underwear,’’ you said and Chris smiled as you snaked down his body to your knees. You sucked in a breath as you stared at his perfect dick. It stood up straight, proudly into the air, long, thick, and begging to be touched…to be pleasured…to release the ever-growing pressure. You lifted your hand and curled your small fingers around it, causing Chris to close his eyes and weave his fingers into your hair. You smiled when a drop of pre-cum squeezed out the tip, forming right in front of your eyes. A fleeting thought of whether you had seen anything more erotic came to mind. The answer was no. Your eyes lifted and looked at Chris who had opened his eyes again, and was looking down at you, a seductive smile on his face.

‘’You have a per….no there are no words…it’s better than perfect,’’ you said so earnestly, Chris felt his heart expand for you even more. Your eyes fell back down to the perfection in your hand and just as the pre-cum started to move to run over his head, you flicked your tongue out and caught the bead with the very tip of your tongue.

‘’Ohhh fuck,’’ Chris said as you smiled pulling your tongue back into your mouth. The sight of your tongue darting out to catch the pre-cum and the feeling of just the tip touching him with just the right pressure for mere seconds almost had him shooting his load right then but he pulled his shit together. The pre-cum was warm and salty but with a tiny hint of sweetness. You had never tasted anything better.

You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue once more before you swirled your tongue around his smooth head like it was your favourite lolly pop. Chris moaned, spurring you on so you sucked in a good breath of air before closing your lips around him and slid your hot, wet mouth down his shaft.

‘’Jesus baby girl, your mouth is fucking hot!’’ he said as his fingers curled tighter in your hair, while simultaneously pushing your head further down on his dick. You relaxed your throat muscles and Chris slid down, drawing a lengthy moan out of him.

‘’Fuckk you’re tight,’’ he breathed as his dick filled your throat. He pulled back slightly and then pushed deep again, slowly fucking your throat. You could feel him growing bigger and harder with each and every stroke, though he let you catch your breath when needed but you were a pro at filling your lungs and holding your breath. You knew he wouldn’t be able to, nor want to hold back very long and you also knew that deep-throating brought forth an enormous amount of cum which always excited you.

‘’(Y/n)…oh shit…I’m cumming,’’ he said through clenched teeth and buried himself deep at the back of your throat, his grip in your hair tightening even more as a loud, primal, animalist groan escaped him. He unloaded hot, thick streams, which you eagerly drank down

When Chris saw his knuckles white with his grip, he pulled back, sliding his slick dick coated with saliva out of your throat and mouth, while easing his grip. He ran his hands down your head, over your cheeks and cupped them, then he lifted your face, as you gasped and sucked in air. He smiled down at you and you looked up at him with tears in your eyes but you smiled brightly and let out a giggle.

‘’Fuck that was hot,’’ he said and moved his right hand to brush his thumb over saliva on your chin, a thin string still hanging between you, attached to your chin, and his slick cock coated in your spit.

You then stood up with the help of Chris and he immediately pushed his lips to yours in a passionate, deep kiss. He deepened the kiss even more, pulling you to closer to him, letting you melt into him. A moan escaped you, and Chris placed his hands on your ass and squeezed, wanting so much more of you.

‘’I need to you fuck you,’’ he said pulling back from the kiss and he lifted a hand then smacked your sweet cheek, causing you to yelp and squeal at the same time. He knew that stung like hell. Chris, being Chris, rubbed it gently but gave you a cheeky grin.

‘’On the bed baby,’’ he said

‘’You only just came,’’ you said and walked a few short steps to the bed and jumped onto it.

‘’I have a phenomenal recovery time,’’ Chris said not far behind you

‘’Phenomenal!? That’s… a big word,’’ you said with a giggle

‘’Shhhh,’’ he said with a laugh and reached out, then grabbed the top of your foot, making her squeal. He yanked you to the edge of the bed, close to him.

Smiling at Chris, you opened your legs causing Chris’ eyes to widen. His mouth dropped open and his eyes shifted between looking at your pussy to your face a couple times. He sucked in a breath and ran his hands through his hair. ‘’Holy shit. How are you doing that? You…oh…you can do that because you’re a dancer?’’

You laughed and nodded your head. Chris bit his bottom lip and grabbed his dick then started pumping with great fervent. He ran his eyes over you again, and you cocked a perfect brow.

‘’I want you to rub one out and cum all over me, but I thought you wanted to fuck me?’’ you asked

Chris let out a laugh, ‘’fuck yes…I’m deciding if I want to lick you, fuck you or just stare at the most perfect pussy I have ever seen,’’ he said

‘’Thing is, I can’t keep my legs open like this forever,’’ you said and indicated to your legs. You had learned from an early age that you were double-jointed and with dancing, especially ballet, you could easily do splits and bend your body into ridiculous ways.

Chris smiled at you and bent down. He flattened his tongue against your pussy and pulled it up slowly. You gasped, rolled your eyes back and gripped the blankets either side of you.

‘’Oh that’s fucking good,’’ Chris said, and before you could even open your eyes he slammed into you, driving his dick deep into you.

‘’OOOOH FUUUUCK!’’ you screamed as your eyes snapped open. Chris was relentless with his thrusts, each time going to depths you didn't know existed, but it felt so fucking good, it was mere seconds before you felt the familiar tingles of of an orgasm approaching. So did Chris. The smile he was wearing the whole time widened as your tight pussy fluttered around his cock.

‘’Fuck yes baby, come on my dick,’’ Chris said

You pushed herself up onto your forearms wanting to see his big dick slide in and out of your pussy – that and his moans and groans set you over the edge and an orgasm rocketed through you, knocking you back down to the bed. You wanted to draw your legs up but Chris was holding onto them, keeping them open only fueling the orgasm even more. You exploded all over his dick as you trembled and shook, reveling in your orgasm. Your moans and groans seemed to bounce off the wood paneling for walls, which in turn only spurred Chris more. There was nothing sweeter to his ears than a woman cumming.

‘’Holy fuck,’’ Chris said and just as your pussy eased the vice grip around his dick he felt it starting over.

‘’Again?’’ he asked and you nodded as one orgasm rolled into another. It felt like waves at the shore when the ocean pulled back at night to worship the moon. They always seemed to roll into one another, never having much of a break between the tides.

‘’Good girl,’’ Chris said, and grabbed your throat, closing his hand around it. You loved that he didn’t want to choke the air out of you, but he gripped it just enough to where it was highly erotic and enough to send you over the edge. Your pleasure increased and you orgasmed once again. He watched your eyes roll back, your body shake and tremble as you gripped the blanket so hard your knuckles turned white.

Chris slowed down and then came to a complete stop and leaned over you. He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you, his one hand going behind your head to support you while you rode your electrifying orgasm out. When you stopped twitching, he pushed his lips to your damp temple.

‘’You okay baby?’’ he asked softly, almost a whisper

It took you a second to answer but you answered with, ‘’you’re a beast. I’ve never felt better.’’

Chris laughed and pushed his lips to your temple one more time and loosened his grip on you, ‘’my turn, I’m so fucking close. On your knees, precious girl’’ he said and you laughed with a nod but your laugh was cut short when Chris pulled out slowly, eliciting a low moan from you both.

You both then looked to the windows when more thunder rumbled and the rain came down even harder, if possible, as you turned around and moved further up the bed.

‘’You’re coming back to our cabin, right babe?’’ Chris asked

‘’Yeah, of course,’’ you said and looked over your shoulder and gave him a wink as you wriggled your ass.

Chris let out a laugh and got onto the bed behind you. He stabled himself, digging his knees into the mattress, and smacked your ass, leaving it glowing red.

You let out a yelp and then moaned, falling to your forearms. Chris, both hands on your ass cheeks, spreading you open as you ground back into him. You spread your arms out in front of you now, gripping the sheets in anticipation but Chris surprised you and reached for them, then pulled them back and pinned them to you with one hand.

‘’Oooh,’’ you moaned out, partially muffled by your head pressing into the bed. You were forcing your ass up higher as you arched your back; it was a magnificent site that Chris wished he had more time to admire but he was about to lose his shit if he didn’t cum and he knew he could have that view any time he wanted.

Chris lowered his cock, lined up to your pretty, wet pussy, your juices still running down your thighs, and pushed himself into you. You were tight as fuck, but the wetness helped him slip in relatively easy, drawing groans from both of them.

‘’Holy shit, that’s deep, Chris…,’’ you moaned as Chris bottomed out. He held it for a brief moment, taking the time to appreciate you; your gorgeous face, mouth agape, hair a mess and he watched as a bead of sweat ran down your spine. More than anything, he appreciated you for just being yourself. You worked the saint side so well and also managed to also work the ain’t side with ease.

Chris then pulled back slowly enjoying how your pussy wanted to suck him back in as he pulled along your wet, silky walls, drawing a long moan from you. He almost pulled out but he plunged back in and immediately sped the tempo way up, you were only able to squirm and take it. Your legs started to tremble as the bed rocked, and he knew you were close. Your breath quickened and he saw your cheeks flush.

Chris let go of your arms and grabbed your throat, gently but firmly, and pulled you up to him. As you came, exploding around him, he knew…he knew he wanted this every day for the rest of his life.

"I’m going to marry you baby girl. Sooner than you think," he murmured into your ear, then, ‘’oh fuck I’m gonna cum.’’

‘’Give it to me Chris,’’ you hissed, ‘’fill me up, I want it all! I want your baby.’’

That was it for Chris, lights out. As hard as you had made him cum earlier, it was nothing compared to what you were doing to him in that moment. He emptied his whole soul into you, and you kept rocking against each other as you milked all the cum out of his aching balls to spill over and mix with your juices.

‘’Baby,’’ Chris said after he had pulled his shorts on, and watched as you pulled on your panties. You looked up and smiled at him as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap as he sat on the bed. You put your arms around his neck as he snaked an arm around your waist, ‘’I really loved and enjoyed our game today but I don’t want to ever pretend we’re strangers again. It was fun while it lasted but I love what we have…I love you.’’

You smiled and bit your bottom lip as you ran your hand along his stubbly jawline, ‘’I agree. When we started talking at the café, I guess we both ran with this game, but you were brilliant,’’ you said and thought about how it all happened…

The triplets had arranged to hire a Cabin for a little over a week but you were unable to go with Chris, Matt, Nick, and Maddie because you couldn’t take off from your job on the day the guys had left, but you knew your brother and his girlfriend were also hiring a cabin so, you decided to hitch a ride with them on the following day.

As much as you wanted to, you didn’t to go to Chris’ cabin to let him know you had arrived because it was the middle of the night, and in the morning you didn’t think they were awake yet, so you went to the café. That’s when it all started. Chris had known there was a little game going on because instead of your usual running up to him and jumping into his arms when you saw him, you played cool and then pretend that you didn’t know him. Just two strangers meeting for the first time. He played along and the game went from first gear to fourth in a matter of minutes. It wasn’t what either of you expected but it was fun from the get go.

You drew your attention back to Chris, ‘’Your bullet to my heart is firmly lodged there, Chris. It was from the get-go. I’ve loved you for a year and it’s never wavered...it never will, and we have the best fucking sessions ever. I’ve been living with you for 6 months -’’

‘’I meant what I said,’’ Chris said cutting you off eager to get out what he wanted to say. He cupped your cheek with a hand, ‘’I want to marry you soon. I want children with you. I have my career with my brothers, the best family I could ask for, I have you…and as selfish as it sounds I want more.’’

‘’Then more is what you’ll get,’’ you said excitedly and pushed your lips to his.

‘’I love that I have my little saint right now but I want my little ain’t back tomorrow as usual,’’ he said when you parted from the kiss

‘’Hell yes!’’ you said with a giggle and you both got up to leave for the cabin you and Chris were sharing with his brothers, as originally planned. Thank you for reading, I appreciate you so much. Each and every comment, like and share is amazing. You are loved! The Matt Cabin story should be out this coming week!

(S)aint - for the OC babies.

Chris stepped out of the cabin after Matt, closing the door behind himself. He drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool, crisp morning air. The wilderness air really was different to the air quality in the concrete jungles. Though it was early fall, and not too cold yet, it was a little mild, and Chris zipped up his favourite grey hoodie. He then adjusted his fitted hat and draped an arm over Matt’s shoulders when he reached him.

‘’You doing good?’’ Chris asked

Matt smiled, ‘’yeah, thanks. You?’’ Matt asked and Chris pulled his arm from Matt’s shoulders and jumped the last few steps down, his Converse covered feet landing on the soft, wet grass.

His goal was achieved when Matt burst out laughing, then he asked, ‘’Was Nick and Maddie still sleeping?’’

‘’Yup,’’ Chris said with a smile and nod. ‘’See you later,’’ Chris said and started walking off as he pushed his hands into his pockets. Chris planned on taking a long walk to contemplate ideas for their videos, along with just enjoying nature and the scenic walk. The smell of rich soil and damp earth filled his nostrils, while the sounds of nature around him made him feel somewhat primal. Raw in nature.

Chris was walking to the fridges to grab a Pepsi since he hadn't realised his morning walk would leave him parched, when he saw her. The stunningly beautiful woman who danced her way to the fridge from the chips rack, holding her phone in one hand, also gripping a packet of chips between her fingers. Chris took a logical guess that she was wearing buds and listening to music as his eyes followed her, a smile playing on his lips. She was wearing a pair of ripped jeans that rode low on her hips, black Converse, and a black fitted t-shirt showing off enough flesh to tease but leaving him wanting more. She was cute, petite, five-three maybe; she was a little thing and he could tell she had taken dance classes in one form or another. She had dark, almost black hair that flowed down her back and she wore little make-up; she didn’t have to. She had amazing big eyes with long lashes, pink lips that were full and a complexion most woman would die for. The only make-up she was wearing was black eyeliner.

She twirled just before she got to the fridge, her head bopping up and down to the beat of the music. She opened the fridge door and grabbed a bottle of water and then closed the door again with a swing of her hip. Chris smiled widely as she danced all the way to the counter to pay. He hurried to the back of the café and went to grab a Pepsi hoping she would hang around for a few minutes so he could catch her. He glanced over his shoulder at the cash registrar and sighed silently with relief – there were two people who had been working there since they arrived at the cabin and one was a chatter, while the other was a head nodder and silent the rest of the time. The latter was working today and he thanked his lucky stars for once again giving him a helping hand. It meant he could get out of the café that much quicker.

Chris smiled at the older man behind the cash registrar. Everything there was very dated, but it was clearly intended – from the cash registrar to the man who had a large beard and a pipe hanging from his mouth. Chris put his change down and the elderly man removed his pipe from his mouth and spoke for the first time to Chris, ‘’her name is Shayla. Shae for short. 20 years old. A little dancer, I think, and I saw her doing backflips and what not this morning before we even opened,’’ he said in a deep, gruff voice.

Chris flashed him a smile but raised his brows in question. The man let out a guttural, deep laugh.

‘’I saw you watching her. Young guy like you and a fiery little thing like her? I think you two suit each other. I may not talk much, but I listen and observe. You’re a good guy, along with your brothers and she’s a sweet, kind girl,’’ he said and shrugged his broad shoulders.

‘’Thanks,’’ Chris said and scratched his day old stubble, ‘’I appreciate you.’’

‘’Go. Go find her,’’ the old man said and popped his pipe back into his mouth and shooed Chris out, motioning with his hands, making Chris laugh as he hurried out of the cafe.

As he stepped out the doors, his eyes darted around in every direction looking for the beautiful dancer. For a second he thought he was shit out of luck and was going to claim his thanks back from his lucky stars but they were working overtime in his favor. She was standing on the wrap-around porch, to his left looking over the fantastic view of the trees with a small babbling brook running past the café. She let out a giggle as a squirrel sat on the wooden railing, not far from her, cleaning it’s self.

Chris smiled to himself; he adored the way she giggled and he certainly wanted to hear more. She looked innocent…like a little saint, but he also knew that it was the innocent looking ones that sometimes held the wildest sides and they often played their cards close to their chests. That was the fun part about them. Little freaks in the sheets but innocent in everyday life.

Shayla looked over her shoulder when she felt a pair of eyes her. While she would normally get an unsettled feeling when that happened, this time, she just felt the eyes but thought nothing of it, only curious to see who it was.

‘’Hi,’’ she said with a big, brilliant, bright smile that had Chris aroused already. She turned from her spot after grabbing her bottled water and packet of chips off the railing where she had set them down then walked over to Chris. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her and though he knew he was staring, he couldn’t help it. She was a breath of fresh air, while simultaneously and contradictory, she also took his breath away. She was an absolutely stunning woman.

She stopped at the end of the railing, opposite him, where the stairs were and she turned her back to him and leaned against the railing, looking over the view before them.

‘’Hey,’’ Chris said and stepped up to her in a few short steps, and leaned against the railing, propping his elbows onto it, his hands clasped around his Pepsi. ‘’It’s a nice day.’’

‘’Mmm,’’ she said said and started giggling

‘’What?’’ Chris asked with a chuckle, swinging his head to look at her

‘’Funny how we as humans have to make small talk before we actually get to where we want to be. We talk about everything from the weather to how boring it is to watch paint dry before we actually say what we what to say. Do you think animals do that? I think animals skip all the small talk just get to the bottom line,’’ she said and nodded in the direction of the squirrel.

Chris laughed and lifted a his hand to his mouth and lightly played with his lips for a few seconds, while deep in thought of her… somewhat… profound philosophy.

She watched the man next to her and she shifted from one foot to the other, loving what she saw. His sparking blue eyes had her lost for a few seconds when she seen them and the way he was playing with his lips…she was dangerously close to letting out a moan, and that alone would have been enough for her to fall to her knees for him. His lips were lush that reminded her of pillows – soft but firm and his fingers made her quiver inside, knowing exactly what she wanted him to do with them.

‘’You’re right,’’ Chris said, pulling her from her thoughts as he dropped his hand to the railing and turned to face her, now leaning sideways against the railing.

‘’I know I am,’’ she said softly and turned as he did, to face him. ‘’I’m Shayla.’’

Chris laughed at her confidence, loving it. ‘’I’m Chris. You got a cabin here?’’ Chris asked

Shayla smiled, loving how he squeezed his eyes closed briefly when he laughed. ‘’Yeah… I came with my brother and his girlfriend but they want to rough it out, so they are going camping later today on the other side of the river. I’ll probably practice some dancing…since I’ll be all alone.’’

‘’You dance?’’ Chris asked trying hard to sound surprised

‘’Uh-huh. Ballet, modern, street…anything really,’’ she said and smiled as a sexy but devilish smiled formed on his lips

‘’Do you like camping?’’ Chris asked and she let out a laugh

‘’I’m more a cabin girl. I don’t like camping. I don’t like fishing, and I don’t like hiking. My brother and his girlfriend are the campers,’’ she replied

Chris laughed. FUCK he had a sexy laugh! ‘’What about hunting?’’ he asked

She gave him a stupefied look and she dropped her head and leaned slightly forward, looking at herself, then she stood up straight again and looked back at Chris, ‘’me?’’ she asked in a high pitched voice.

‘’Yes, you,’’ Chris said as he burst out laughing

‘’I also hate hunting,’’ she said unequivocally. It was a stern, hard no.

‘’That’s too bad,’’ Chris said with a smirk, ‘’I love hunting, but I like to let my prey know that I’m hunting them.’’

She tilted her head to the side a fraction and chewed on her bottom lip for a second. The confusion on her face, the way she furrowed her perfect eyebrows made Chris want to grab her and kiss her. Her bottom lip bounced back into place and Chris felt a shudder in his body and his dick grew even bigger and longer along his thigh.

‘’Just like me, you don’t look like a hunter. But wouldn’t that scare them away? To let them know you were hunting them?’’ she asked

‘’Not really,’’ he said and leaned in closer to her, though he made sure to study her closely as he proceeded, ‘’the reason I’m telling you this is because I’ve decided that you’re my prey. As soon I catch you alone I’m going to fuck you.’’

He didn’t know what to expect from her but it sure wasn’t the response he got. He was rolling the dice and hoping it landed in his favour, but she was the one who ultimately put the idea into his thoughts. However, she could very well have told him to fuck off…he would have even expected a smack to the cheek or fist to his mouth.

However, she didn’t even flinch when he had said that. Nor did she gasp, instead she slowly lifted her big eyes until they met his. She blinked, and the tiniest of tiniest smiles played on her lips.

‘’That’s not going to happen,’’ she said leaning even in even closer, her voice low, ‘’how do you know I won’t tell my brother you’re threatening me?’’

Chris laughed, ‘’it’s not a threat. It’s a promise and you’re not going to tell him because you don’t think I’ll catch you, even though you’re hoping I will.’’

‘’You’ve got quite and ego there, Chris’’ she said pulling back. ‘’I have to go. Enjoy the rest of your stay here.’’

As she walked past him, he grabbed her wrist, and leaned in closer again, his lips so close to her ear, they brushed over her soft hair. He inhaled the soft scent of orange blossom before he continued, ‘’I’ve got an F and C and I’ve got a K too and the only that’s missing is a bitch like U,’’ he whispered and she closed her eyes for a second, her breath hitching in her throat. A shiver ran over her spine and she bit her bottom lip so hard, she thought she might draw blood.

The soft chuckle he let out had her opening her eyes again as she pulled her wrist from his grip. ‘’If you mess with me, you don’t know how much of a bitch I can be,’’ she said and carried on walking, then turned and hurried down the stairs.

‘’Run, my little prey, run,’’ he said with a laugh as he looked down at her walking away towards the thick of the trees. He loved the little swing of her hips.

‘’Stay away from me motherfucker,’’ she called out and lifted her hand above her head then gave him the middle finger, ‘’You’ll never catch me. It’ll take you years. 15 years, at least.’’

‘’What?’’ Chris yelled after her, but she only lifted her other hand and flipped him off, now with two hands shaking in the air.

Chris watched her disappear through the trees on a path, then he turned around and bit his bottom lip in thought. ‘’15 years?’’ Chris whispered to himself and it suddenly dawned him. He clicked his fingers and smiled widely. He was at cabin 10 and though the cabins were spaced far apart in secluded spots, he knew exactly were cabin 15 was.

Shayla yanked the big wooden door open when the incessant knocking would not stop.

‘’What?’’ she asked and then blew some hair off her face. He smiled to himself when he saw how flushed her face was.

‘’Hey,’’ Chris said with his smile that made her legs absolutely weak. ''Am I interrupting? Did you maybe get a little tired of waiting for me to catch you?''

‘’You! What are you doing here?’’ she asked, ignoring his latter questions. He knew damn well what she doing!

Chris raked his eyes over her perfect body. She had on nothing but a pair of panties and a t-shirt that looked like she attacked with a pair of scissors. The print on the front was now only half visible and the t-shirt fell just barely below her breasts. In fact, he could just see the bottom, bare flesh of them curving up making him grin wider – it was one of the hottest things to see. It was teasing. Perfect. Everything was perfect – she was perfect, her breasts were perfect and his timing was perfect because he had hoped she would be wearing very little because he wasn’t in the mood to peel away jeans or anything else. His dick had been throbbing all day and was in no mood to fuss with clothes.

‘’Catching my prey,’’ he said in a low voice

The voice had her sucking in a breath. She bit her bottom lip but then frowned at him, ‘’you’re really late. I know you were hunting me all day…you sure as shit do make it known to your pray huh? You followed me down to the river and still you didn’t catch me. Now you turn up? It’s the middle of the night,’’ she said and started closing the door but Chris lifted a hand and placed it on the door and pushed it open again. She was no match to his strength.

‘’You’re a dick,’’ she hissed as she stumbled backwards slightly from the force of the door

‘’Oh, I think you love dicks,’’ he said, a sly smile curving on his lips, ‘’I have a feeling you like assholes too.’’

‘’Love. I love assholes, more specifically, my own,’’ she corrected him, crossing her arms over her chest

‘’Hmmm,’’ he said and as he started walking slowly towards her, pushing the door closed with one good push behind him. ‘’I’m sure you do. You’re a nasty little one aren’t you?’’

She glared at him and Chris cocked a brow as his hand shot out, flew past her head, and quickly gathered her hair into a fist and pulled her hair, making her tilt her head back so she looked up at him. Oh, he was good! She didn’t see that coming and he was so fast she didn’t have time to make a move.

Just then a flash of lightening hit really close and lit the cabin up through all the windows. Thunder boomed and rumbled loudly around them. Chris looked over his shoulder as rain started pouring down, hitting the windows like little pebbles. With his attention on the rain, he loosened his grip and Shayla turned on her heels and ran before Chris could react.

‘’Fuck,’’ Chris yelled as his head shot around and saw an empty space in front of him and his hand still out stretched and void of hair. He curled his fingers up in a fist and looked to the stairs as she took them two at a time, the thumping of her feet on the hardwood floors echoing around the cabin. He grinned and shook his head.

‘’Shae!’’ Chris called and pulled his socks off, discarding them along the way. He had taken his shoes off at the door before he knocked because he stepped in a puddle of mud as he made his way to Shayla in he dark and he didn’t want to track mud into the cabin.

‘’Gotcha,’’ Chris said with a smirk and walked to the door and pushed it open. It swung open and Shayla stood in the middle of the room, looking like a dear in headlights. She swallowed hard and clasped her hands together under her chin.

‘’You’re so fucking beautiful,’’ Chris said, scanning her body with his eyes, from her little feet, her toe nails painted in black, to the top of her head, where his eyes rested. He locked eyes with her and scrutinized them, trying to find confirmation that she was still game for this. Her eyes flicked up fast above his head and then they quickly dropped down back to his blue sparking eyes.

Chris grinned and her eyes flashed with with lust as she let her hands drop to her sides. Her eyes once again left his and she looked him over, just standing in his grey shorts with a C on them. C for Chris, she thought but knew better. She shifted on her spot, spreading her legs just a fraction as her pussy pulsed and soaked her panties. He was one sexy fucker and he knew it.

‘’Shae,’’ Chris said and she lifted her eyes to his, ‘’come here.’’

Shayla bit her bottom lip and lifted one foot and placed it in front of the other and started walking to him like she was hypnotised. When she stopped in font of Chris, a feint smile played on her lips.

‘’Don’t you think,’’ Chris said and once again, his hand shot out and he grabbed a handful of hair, ‘’you should lock the doors when you’re trying to escape a hunter?’’

‘’Fuck you,’’ Shayla said and Chris pulled her head back, tilting her head up as his head descended, planting his lips on hers. Chris felt a shift in his shorts and knew the monster was wide awake. His other arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her body against his tightly, her tits crushed against his chest as he kissed her. Her tongue drove forward, parting her full lips and slipping into his mouth, and he could only reciprocate. Their tongues swirled and danced together in a hot, hungry, needy kiss. His hand roamed from around her waist to her delicious ass. She moaned into his mouth, as he squeezed her perfect tight ass.

‘’Fuck,’’ Chris said pulling from the kiss. His dick was aching and throbbing, pre-cum soaking into his shorts. He pulled her panties down in one smooth, fast motion and they fell to her feet as he grabbed the t-shirt she was wearing on yanked it over her head.

A moan travelled up his throat slowly and escaped his lips when he looked down at her titties. They were more than perfect and her hard little nipples were pieced with two silver barbells gleaming in the light. He let out a growl entangled with a laugh and he ducked his head, ‘’a saint you ain’t,’’ Chris said just before his mouth latched on a breast.

‘’Oh fuuuuck,’’ Shayla moaned as she threw her head back. Chris turned her around, still sucking on her tits wondering if he would ever get enough, and pushed her back into the door. She slammed into it, her back making contact with it, causing a loud thud. A laugh of pleasure escaped her and Chris lifted his head and grabbed her wrists. His eyes zoomed around the room but he found nothing convenient until his eyes fell on the door. Above her, was a wooden pole attached to the door so that, he guessed, people could hang coats or jacks on. He took both her wrists in his left hand and reached up with his right, then he curled his hand around the pole and pulled down with all his might. It was securely attached so he pulled his hand away as he lifted hers up.

‘’We have to make do with this,’’ he said and placed her hands on the bar. She had to stand up straighter as she curled her hands and fingers around it, and every muscle pulled but it felt good. She was used to burning muscles in dancing and it wasn’t too bad when she stood on her tippy toes, but for now, she planted her feet flat on the floor. It only meant her arms stretched to their maximum limit and burned but this was worth it,.

‘’You okay baby girl?’’ Chris asked softly and let go of her hands. He then ran his fingers over her cheek and along her jaw till they stopped under her chin.

‘’Mhm, I’m good,’’ she replied with a confident smile

‘’Don’t let go,’’ he said sternly and tipped head her up even more with his fingers under her chin

She nodded and Chris pushed her legs further apart with his foot, her smooth pussy shiny with excitement. He reached down and ran his finger through her slit as she moaned and her breathing got heavy…faster… her titties pushing out with every out breath, taunting him. Chris breathed in her scent that reminded him of hot summer days…maybe a beachy coconut scent. It only made him want to eat her out all that much more.

Chris lowered his head and sucked her tits, one by one, taking turns, licking sucking hard and nipping at them with his teeth. His dick growing painfully hard as he listen to her little gasps and moans. The warm and wetness of his mouth had her positively reeling and squirming. When she arched her back, wanting him to take more, needing him to take more, he gave a nipple one last hard suck before pulling away.

Her eyes snapped open and Chris gave her a cocky grin and moved around her, then behind her letting her rest her weight against him, his hard cock pressing into the small of her back, only arousing her more. His one hand trailed down her taut belly, purposely taking his sweet time knowing she wanted it so bad.

‘’Chris, it’s not going to take me long,’’ she breathed, her hips bucking, reaching, desperate for him to get her off. ‘"Don't you dare fucking cum until I tell you," he whispered the order in her ear and goosebumps ran over her arms as she gave a short nod just before he slid his finger over her clit, making her suck in a sharp intake of air.

‘’Ohhhh fuck!’’ she moaned loudly and closed her legs, trapping Chris’ hand.

‘’UH…fuck no baby girl. Open,’’ he said and let out a laugh. She was so sensitive and he fucking loved it. She bit her bottom lip and opened her legs again, letting Chris resume what he had started. ‘’That’s it baby, he whispered into her ear. He had only lightly circled her clit three times, agonizingly slowly before her breathing labored and a tremble shot through her body, lifting her heels off the ground.

‘’Ooo, you’re so fucking horny,’’ he said and pulled his hand away. "Oh fuck, Chris!" she half screamed, "Pleassee! It’s you! You make me too horny"

‘’Did you feel my cross hairs focus on your neck and chest today while I was hunting you?’’ Chris asked making his way back to stand in front of her.

‘’I did. I felt your eyes on me all day,’’ she said and grin formed on the corners of her lips. ‘’I was waiting for you to catch me. I only got wetter and hornier as the day passed.’’

Chris smirked, ‘’When I pull my trigger finger, my bullet is going to lodge inside your heart…forever.’’

‘’It already has,’’ she breathed with a shaky voice. Everything about this situation was so enthralling, the desire for him was overwhelming

Chris licked his lips, ‘’not quite yet. There is much more to come,’’ he said and she dropped her eyes ‘’I’m about to blow my load so if I can control it for a few minutes, so can you,’’ he said. She lifted her eyes again and stared at him, her eyes locked to his as he glared at her with an intensity that melted her soul. He moved closer to her and slid a finger into her and her eyes closed uncontrollably, dropping her head as the heat rushed through her body. He cupped her chin with his free hand and lifted her face, "Look at me baby, I want to watch you cum." He slid a second finger deep inside, hooking them upward and working them against her sweet spot, while his thumb brushed over her clit. "Oh, yes, yes…FUCCCKKKKK" Shayla screamed as her eyes grew big "Not yet baby, hold on a little while longer!" he said but when he saw her stomach muscles tighten and she stood up on the very edge of her tippy toes, he grinned. ‘’Let go of the bar at the last minute if you need to okay…I’m right here, I got you baby girl.’’ He didn’t ease up, he finger fucked her until she was writhing and she obeyed with guileless pleasure, craving more and more of what was come to come after.

‘’Chris,’’ she breathed not able to hold back any longer as her muscles started to spasm. Every single muscle.

‘’Fuck yes, cum for me baby,’’ he said and slipped his free arm around her waist. He held her as her orgasm ripped through her body with a ferocity and she came undone, letting go of the bar above her head… and the pent up orgasm. Chris held her to her, her body moulding into his as she shook and twitched, her juices splashing against his hand, and ran down her legs as she got lost in the throes of her orgasm.

She had rode it out in Chris arms, her own arms holding onto him, her fingers sinking into his tight muscles. Finally, catching her breath, she lifted her face to his and kissed him with an intensity she had never felt before.

Her hands slid down his chest, over his stomach, where he sucked in a breath, to his shorts and she eagerly pulled at them. With her orgasm and the excitement, her hands were trembling sightly and she fumbled causing Chris to let out a little laugh as he pulled from the kiss. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic band and pushed them down just as her eyes fell down between them. His solid, rock hard dick bounced free and hit her on her stomach. She lifted her eyes to meet his, only to see his pupils dilating.

‘’Ooo, no underwear,’’ she said and Chris smiled as she snaked down his body to her knees. She sucked in a breath as she stared at his perfect dick. It stood up straight, proudly into the air, long, thick and begging to be touched…to be pleasured…to release the ever-growing pressure. She lifted her hand and curled her small fingers around it, causing Chris to close his eyes and weave his fingers into her hair. She smiled when a drop of pre-cum squeezed out the tip, forming right in front of her eyes. A fleeting thought of whether she had seen anything more erotic came to her mind. The answer was no. Her eyes lifted and she looked at Chris who had opened his eyes again, and was looking down at her, a brilliant smile on his face.

‘’You have a per….no there are no words…it’s better than perfect,’’ she said so earnestly, Chris felt his heart expand for her even more. Her eyes fell back down to the perfection in her hand and just as the pre-cum started to move to run over his head, she flicked her tongue out and caught the bead with the tip of her tongue..

‘’Ohhh fuck,’’ Chris said as she smiled pulling her tongue back into her mouth. The sight of her tongue darting out to catch the pre-cum and the feeling of just the tip of her tongue touching him with just the right pressure for mere seconds almost had him shooting his load right then but he pulled his shit together. The pre-cum was warm and salty but with a tiny tint of sweet. She had never tasted anything better.

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue once more before she swirled her tongue around his smooth head like it was her favourite lolly pop. Chris moaned, spurring her on so she sucked in a good breath of air before closing her lips around him and slid her hot, wet mouth down his shaft.

‘’Jesus baby girl, your mouth is fucking hot!’’ he said as his fingers curled tighter in her hair, while simultaneously pushing her head further down on his dick. She relaxed her throat muscles and Chris slid down, drawing a lengthy moan out of him. ‘’Fuckk you’re tight,’’ he breathed as his dick filled her throat. He pulled back slightly and pushed deep again, slowly fucking her throat. She could feel him growing bigger and harder with each and every stroke, though he let her catch her breath when need but she was a pro at filling her lungs and holding her breath. She knew he wouldn’t be able to, nor want to hold back very long and she knew that deep throating brought forth enormous amount of cum which always excited her.

‘’Shae…oh shit…I’m cumming,’’ he said through clenched teeth and buried himself deep at the back of her throat, his grip in her hair tightening even more as a loud, primal, animalist groan escaped him. He unloaded hot, thick streams which she eagerly drank down

When Chris saw his knuckles white with his grip, he pulled back, sliding his slick dick coated with saliva out of her throat and mouth, while easing his grip. He ran his hands down her head, over her cheeks and cupped them, then he lifted her face, as she gasped and sucked in air. He smiled down at her and she looked up at him with tears in her eyes but she smiled brightly and let out a giggle.

‘’Fuck that was hot,’’ he said and moved his right hand to brush his thumb over saliva on her chin, a thin string still hanging between them, attached to her chin and his slick cock.

Shayla then stood up with the help of Chris and he immediately pushed his lips to hers in a passionate, deep kiss. He deepened the kiss even more, pulling her to closer to him, letting her melt into him. A moan escaped her, and Chris placed his hands on her ass and squeezed her wanting so much more of her.

‘’I need to you fuck you,’’ he said pulling back from the kiss and he lifted a hand then smacked her sweet cheek, causing her to yelp and squeal at the same time. He knew that stung like hell. Chris, being Chris, rubbed it gently but gave her a cheeky grin.

‘’On the bed baby’’ he said

‘’You only just came,’’ she said and walked a few short steps to the bed and jumped on it.

‘’I have a phenomenal recovery time,’’ Chris said not far behind her

‘’Phenominal!? That’s… a big word,’’ she said with a giggle

‘’Shhhh,’’ he said with a laugh and reached out, then grabbed her foot, making her squeal. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, close to him.

Smiling at Chris and opened her legs causing Chris’ eyes to widen. His mouth dropped open and his eyes shifted between looking at her pussy to her face a couple times. He sucked in a breath and ran his hands through his hair. ‘’Holy shit. You…oh…you can do that because you’re a dance?’’

She laughed and nodded her head. Chris bit his bottom lip and grabbed his dick then started pumping with great fervent. He ran his eyes over her again, and she cocked a perfect brow.

‘’I want you to rub one out and cum all over me, but I thought you wanted to fuck me?’’ she asked

Chris let out a laugh, ‘’fuck yes…I’m deciding if I want to lick you, fuck you or just stare at the most perfect pussy I have ever seen,’’ he said

‘’Thing is, I can’t keep my legs open like this forever,’’ she said and indicated to her legs. She had learned from an early age that she was double jointed and with her dancing she could easily do splits and bend her body into ridiculous ways.

Chris smiled at her and bent down. He flattened his tongue against her pussy and pulled it up slowly. Shayla gasped, rolled eyes back and gripped the blankets either side of her.

‘’Oh that’s fucking good,’’ Chris said and before Shayla could even open her eyes he slammed into her, driving his dick deep into her.

‘’OOOOH FUUUUCK!’’ Shayla screamed as her eyes snapped open. Chris was relentless with his thrusts, each time going to depths she didn't know existed, but it felt so fucking good, it was mere seconds before she felt the familiar tingles of of an orgasm approaching. So did Chris. The smile he was wearing the whole time widened as her tight pussy fluttered around his cock.

‘’Fuck yes baby, come on my dick,’’ Chris said

Shayla pushed herself up onto her forearms wanting to see his big dick slide in and out of her – that and his moans and groans set over the edge and an orgasm rocketed through her, knocking her back down to the bed. She exploded all over his dick as she trembled and shook, reveling in her orgasm. Her moans and groans seemed to bounce off the wood paneling for walls, which only spurred Chris more. There was nothing sweeter to his ears than a woman cumming.

‘’Holy fuck,’’ Chris said and just as her pussy eased the vice grip around his dick he felt it starting over.

‘’Again?’’ he asked and she nodded as one orgasm rolled into another. It felt like waves at the shore when the ocean pulled back at night to worship the moon. They always seemed to roll into into one another, never having much of a break between the tides.

‘’Good girl,’’ Chris said and grabbed her throat, closing his hand around it. She loved that he didn’t want to choke the air out her, but he gripped it just enough to where it was highly erotic and enough to send her over the edge. Her pleasure increased and she orgasmed once again. He watched her eyes roll back, her body shake and tremble as she gripped the blanket so hard her knuckles turned white.

Chris slowed down and then came to a complete stop and leaned over her. He pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her, his one hand going behind her head to support her while she rode her electrifying orgasm out. When she stopped twitching, he pushed his lips to her damp temple.

‘’You okay baby?’’ he asked softly, almost a whisper

It took her a second to answer but she answered with, ‘’you’re a beast. I’ve never felt better.’’

Chris laughed and pushed his lips to her temple one more time and loosened his grip on her, ‘’my turn, I’m so fucking close. On your knees, precious girl’’ he said and she laughed with a nod but her laugh was cut short when Chris pulled out her slowly, eliciting a low moan from them both.

Both looked to the windows when more thunder rumbled and the rain continued pouring as she turned around and moved further up the bed.

‘’You’re coming back to the cabin right babe?’’ Chris asked, ‘’

‘’Yeah, of course,’’ she said and looked over her shoulder and gave him a wink as she wriggled her ass.

Chris let out a laugh and got onto the bed behind her. He stabled himself, digging his knees into the mattress and smacked her ass, leaving it glowing red.

She let out a yelp and then moaned, falling to her forearms. Chris, both hands on her ass cheeks, spreading her open as she ground back into him. She spread her arms out in front of her now, gripping the sheets in anticipation but Chris surprised her and reached for them, then pulled them back and pinned them to her with one hand.

‘’Oooh,’’ she she moaned out, partially muffled by her head pressing into the bed. She was forcing her ass up higher as she arched her back; it was a magnificent site that he wished he had more time to admire but he was about to lose his shit if he didn’t cum and he knew he could have that view any time he wanted.

Chris lowered his cock, lined up to her pretty, wet pussy, her juices still running down her thighs, and pushed himself into her. She was tight as fuck, but the wetness helped him slip in relatively easy, drawing groans from both of them.

‘’Holy shit, that’s deep, Chris…,’’ she moaned as Chris bottomed out. He held it for a brief moment, taking the time to appreciate he; her gorgeous face, mouth agape, her hair a mess and he watched as a bead of sweat ran down her spine. More than anything, he appreciated Shayla for just being herself. She worked the saint side of her so well, and managed to also work the ain’t side with ease.

Chris then pulled back slowly enjoying how her pussy wanted to suck him back in as he pulled along her wet, silky walls, drawing a long moan from her. He almost pulled out but he plunged back in and immediately sped the tempo way up, she was only able to squirm and take it. Her legs started to tremble as the bed rocked, and he knew she was close. Her breath quickened and he saw her cheeks flush red.

Chris let go of her arms and grabbed her throat, gently but firmly and pulled her up to him. As she came and exploded around him and he knew…he knew he wanted this every day for the rest of his life.

"I’m going to marry you baby girl. Sooner than you think," he murmured into her ear, then, ‘’oh fuck I’m gonna cum.’’

‘’Give it to me Chris,’’ she hissed, ‘’fill me up, I want it all! I want your baby.’’

That was it for Chris, lights out. As hard as she had made him cum earlier, it was nothing compared to what she was doing to him in that moment. He emptied his whole soul into her, and they kept rocking against each other as they milked all the cum out of his aching balls.

‘’Baby,’’ Chris said after he had pulled his shorts on, and watched as she pulled on her panties. She looked up and smiled at him. He grabbed her wrist pulled her down onto his lap as he sat on the bed. She put her arms around his neck as he snaked an arm around her waist, ‘’I really loved and enjoyed out game today but I don’t want to ever pretend we’re strangers again. It was fun while it lasted but I love what we have…I love you.’’

Shayla smiled and bit her bottom lip as she ran her hand along his stubbly jawline, ‘’I agree. When we started talking at the café, and I guess we both ran with this game, but you were brilliant,’’ she said and thought about how it all happened.

The triplets had arranged to hire a Cabin for a little over a week but she was unable to come with Chris, Matt, Nick and Maddie because she couldn’t take off from her job on the day they guys had left, but she knew her brother and his girlfriend were also hiring a cabin and she decided to hitch a ride with them on the following day.

She didn’t bother to go to Chris’ cabin to let him know they had arrived because it was the middle of the night and in the morning she didn’t think they were awake yet, so she went to the café. That’s when it all started. Chris had known there was a little game going on because instead of her usual running up to him and jumping into his arms when she saw him, she played cool and then pretended like she didn’t know him. He played along and the game went from first gear to fourth in a matter of minutes.

She drew her attention back to Chris, ‘’Your bullet to my heat is firmly lodged there Chris. It was from the get go. I’ve loved you for a year and it’s never wavered and we have the best fucking sessions ever. I’ve been living with you for 6 months -’’

‘’I meant what I said,’’ Chris said cutting her off eager to get out what he wanted to say. He cupped her cheek with a hand, ‘’I want to marry you soon. I want children with you. I have my career with my brothers, the best family I could ask for, I have you…and as selfish as it sounds I want more.’’

‘’Then more is what you’ll get,’’ she said and pushed her lips to his.

‘’I love that I have my little saint right now but I want my little ain’t back tomorrow as usual,’’ he said when they parted the kiss

‘’Hell yes!’’ she said with a giggle and they got up to leave to the cabin she and Chris were sharing with his brothers, as originally planned. Thank you so much for reading, liking, and sharing. You are appreciated and loved! The Matt cabin story should be out this coming week.

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #chris x reader #chris x fem reader

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Hello to my favorite Punk ❤️

May i request a story where Kidd is exhibitionist and Killer is a voyeuyr who are both interested in the reader?

Bonus points if Kidd is a little nervous and Killer has to give him a peptalk before they meet up with the reader.

The Show (Kidd x Reader x Killer)

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Content Warning: nsfw, exhibitionist!Kidd, voyeur!Killer

Content Description: f!reader overhears a rather vague conversation between her partners and finds herself in an interesting position later in the evening ♡

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You’d noticed that both the Captain and his first mate, who’d recently established their mutual feelings for you, had been very cautious around the subject of more intimate activities. Kidd would make inappropriate jokes and Killer would offer very provocative comments, but it seemed like they were shying away from the impending activities that were always only moments away from occurring. It could be frustrating at times, being worked up only for the night to end with you alone in your cabin with your thoughts. It was a difficult situation to navigate so on one slow evening at sea, you resolved to have a conversation with them about it.

You made your way to the door of Kidd’s workshop to find the it slightly cracked open, the room vacant and somewhat organized which was a sure sign that he hadn’t been there for at least a little while. It was unusual, it was the perfect kind of day for his tinkering inclinations and it just didn’t make sense for him to be anywhere else. You carried yourself to the starboard of the ship, walking across the nearly desolate deck and into the hallway that housed doors to meeting and storage rooms. At the end of the hall, light glimmered from beneath one of the doors. You could make out Kidd’s voice but not his words, something that prompted you to quietly draw closer in an effort to conceal your presence.

“…and if she doesn’t?”, you listened to the Captain’s voice, catching the middle of his conversation.

“We stop and don’t press her about it.”, Killer replied, your curiosity surmounting, “She already knows we’re interested and we know she feels the same. I don’t understand why you’re making this so difficult.”

“I don’t want to overwhelm her and fuck this up.”, Kidd replied quickly, “How the hell are we even supposed to even approach this? (Y/N) might not have any experience and even if she does, there’s no guarantee this’ll be something she wants to try.”

“It’ll be fine either way. If it’s a hard no, we move on. If she wants to try, we’ll proceed.”, Killer retorted, “You’re making this way harder than it has to be.”

“She needs a safe word-“, the Captain started again, his first mate cutting him off almost immediately.

“Kidd.”, Killer began, “That’ll come naturally. If you start the conversation by asking her for a safe word, you really are going to fuck this up.”

Your mind was swimming with anticipation as to what had Kidd so worked up, especially considering that it involved you. What did they want to do that warranted a safe word? Killer was always so calm and collected so his demeanor was totally unsurprising, but you’d never known Kidd to shy away from anything. Going against your initial inclinations, you decided to hold out and see what fate would bring instead of approaching them yourself. It was apparent that they’d been having similar thoughts to your own, only in a different context.

“I’m thinking tonight after dinner, I’ll tell her we need to talk with her. It’d be best if you were already in the room so it’s not as awkward.”, Killer divulged Kidd with his plan.

“Alright, after dinner it is then.”, you heard the Captain say, followed by the sounds of moving chairs as they stood to leave.

You immediately returned to your cabin and replayed their conversation in your mind several times over. Feelings of excitement, anxiousness, and interest flooded your thoughts. This was a much better scenario than having to painstakingly press them for the reason behind their reservations. Taking it upon yourself to prepare for what may come, you changed into something more comfortable and skipped dinner on account of your nerves. The evening seemed to be flying by and when heavy boots approached your door, a fluttering feeling erupted in your belly. Three knocks sounded which prompted you to spring to your feet, swinging the door open to find Killer leant against the frame. Your size difference was exaggerated by his posture, an observation that caused your face to flush several shades of red.

“Hey babe, Kidd and I wanted to run something by you if you’ve got a minute.”, he stated, your heart racing.

“Of course!”, you smiled up at him, following his long strides back to their shared cabin.

Kidd sat shirtless at the foot of the bed, a very intimidating smirk plastered on his face. His posture was in stark contrast to the worry in his voice just hours prior, a factor that worked to intensify the situation. You sat on the love seat that faced the bed awaiting the fabricated conversation, an action that prompted Killer to click his tongue.

“That’s my seat.”, he made his way to stand before you, “Go sit with the Captain, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, come over here babe.”, Kidd’s voice caught your attention, his massive hand patting his lap.

The energy in the room shifted as Killer assumed his position on the couch, leaning back and getting comfortable as though he anticipated to be sat there for a while. You attempted to sit beside Kidd on the mattress only to be scooped into his lap, your back resting against his front as you tilted your head up inquisitively. The Captain let his hand wander, mindlessly kneading the flesh of your thigh and hip while Killer watched intently.

“So… what d-did you want to talk about?”, you asked, stumbling over your words while trying desperately to ignore the intense warmth of your partner’s embrace.

“I think Killer could use some entertainment, don’t you think?”, Kidd proposed, ultimately catching you by surprise.

“What do you mean?”, you asked rhetorically, already having an idea of their intended depravity.

“Well…”, Kidd started to explain, rocking backwards a bit and moving your legs to rest on either side of his own, “Having you all pretty and squirming in my lap would be a good start. Is that okay?”

His words wracked through your mind, something akin to shell-shock rippling through your veins. You couldn’t find the words to respond, only nodding your head in approval as he let his hand wander beneath the waistband of your bottoms. Wasting no time, he worked his fingers in soft circles over your clit. Wrestling with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment, you closed your eyes in an attempt to quell your shyness.

You heard Killer stand, the sound of footsteps approaching and stopping just in front of you imploring you to open your eyes. Killer loomed over you and placed a hand on your chin, leaning closer until his mask was nearly brushing against your face while Kidd’s ministrations continued. A sudden slap on your bottom caused you to gasp, it didn’t hurt at all but was totally unexpected.

“Keep your eyes open.”, Killer commanded, “There’s no reason to hide, I won’t get to see my pretty girl if you do.”

Kidd laughed from behind you as Killer reassumed his seated position. Killer’s words turned you into jelly, you wanted him so badly. It was evident that this whole encounter was the result of their shared kink, but a part of you wished to have both of them participate at the same time. When your legs started involuntarily trembling, Kidd halted his motions and moved you to rest on your back against the comforter. He removed your bottoms and rested your feet against his shoulders as he dipped his head between your thighs. You were already so close and the change of sensation from his calloused fingers to soft tongue left you grasping at his hair for support. He groaned against your folds, reveling in how good he was making you feel. Your belly tightened and your muscles spasmed as you climaxed against his lips, your whimpers and moans carrying a lewd symphony to their ears. Kidd kissed his way up your abdomen and to your lips, sloppily sucking each bit of flesh he could reach while aligning himself at your entrance.

“You ready?”, he asked gruffly, well aware of his size and the necessary patience needed to fit.

“Yes, Captain.”, you replied, gazing up at his disheveled state through half-lidded eyes.

The use of his superlative in such a vulnerable and intimate space sent him over the edge. Kidd needed to be as close to you as possible in that moment. He thrusted himself forward and watched your beautiful face contort as he stretched you open. Your panting surmounted into pornographic sounds as he picked up the pace, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every snap of his hips.

“K-Kidd!”, you stuttered out, gripping him tightly for support.

“You can take it, (Y/N). You’re such a good girl.”, Killer encouraged you, his words of praise causing you to flutter around your Captain.

“Killer, please!”, you called out to him somewhat involuntarily, shocking yourself and your partners in the process.

“I don’t fuckin’ think so.”, it was Kidd’s turn to land a firm hand on your ass, “Don’t say his name, you’re taking my cock.”

Kidd’s continued muttering of filthy phrases left you trembling beneath him again, the sudden squeezes of your walls around his length urging him to climax. He pressed his forehead to yours as his pace steadied to a halt, the incredible feeling of fullness leaving you unable to move and at his mercy. After several moments, he removed himself from you and watched intently as his arousal pooled onto the sheets below. You couldn’t look at either of them, your more rational thoughts returning as you came back down from such an intense high. Killer made his way to you while Kidd left to clean himself up and ready the bathroom for you. The clicking of his mask caught your attention and your expression softened when you saw his face. He was smiling down at you so sweetly, his hands meeting your hips and offering a gentle massage to stifle any lingering aches resulting from Kidd’s grip.

“How do you feel?”, Killer asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Fine.”, you replied quietly, exhausted and ready to be asleep between your partners for the rest of the night.

“I would prefer for you to feel good, but I suppose fine works too.”, he pressed his lips to your own, “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Kill.”, you smiled up at him, feeling very secure and exponentially more relaxed than you had at the start of the day.

“Don’t you have something to say to me?”, Kidd grumbled from the bathroom door, obviously wanting to be included in some of the soft affection.

You and Killer shared a knowing glance, giggling at how soft Kidd’s heart really was. It was so sweet and you felt so thankful be able to call them yours. Nothing could compare to the connection that the three of you shared and you couldn’t wait to see what the future held in store.

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#one piece #kid pirates #anime #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #eustass kid #killer one piece #eustass kid x reader #captain kid x reader #massacre soldier killer

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lamentationsofalonelypotato · 6 hours

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You Call It Madness But I Call It Love

Chapter 18: First Impressions Are Often Correct

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy. This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters will fluctuate between past and present. This is chapter eighteen of my "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love" series. (I'm so bad at summaries please forgive me!)

Word Count: 11.6K

Warnings: I'm going to rate this one 18+ just to be on the safe side. :) References to sex, Cursing, Angst, Mentions of Death, Blood, Gore, Possessive Soldier Boy, Protective Soldier Boy, Soft Soldier Boy, Soldier Boy might be, is, really, absolutely, completely a little OOC. Soldier Boy is really all you need as a warning.

Note: This is told from the Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. Reader is described as "curvy" occasionally. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal Monologue is in first person and is in italics

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A/N: I'm so sorry, I know this has been a long time coming. I work hard, but writer's block works harder tbh.

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It had to be herogasm. You think to yourself with an audible groan looking up at the mid-century house from your position in the tree-line while watching the couples on the back porch writhe against one another.

The three hour drive from your apartment to Vermont had been uneventful and quiet. Every once in a while Ben would whisper something to you and you would half answer, but only because your mind was somewhere else or rather on someone else.

It was on Rosemary. She had stopped trying to text you or call you, and the silence was worse. You had no idea what she was going to do or what she was thinking. It was a miracle that she hadn’t shown up to your apartment and kicked down the front door before you left. You knew she was angry about the whole situation. And the sooner you dealt with the twins the sooner you could go see her.

Of course you still had no idea how you were going to bring up the conversation with Ben and you knew that there was no way he would let you just leave with no explanation to go talk to her.

This is why I hate texting. I should have just gone to see her, I shouldn’t have told her that Ben was back in a text, if anything that's a three drink minimum. Hell, she's probably half way through a second bottle of wine by now. Something that you also had considered several times today. Guess sobriety is going out the window. Shocker.

Ben kept asking you what was wrong, sensing your discomfort on the drive and held your hand tightly between the two of you, but you only shook your head whenever he asked. He thought that you were having second thoughts of going after the twins, but that was the one thing you were sure of. They deserved to pay for what they did, all of your team did. Anger rises beneath your skin like a roaring crowd when you think of all the years Ben spent alone in Russia being tortured and experimented on. Years that you could have stopped if only you'd known, years that he could never get back, memories that wouldn't fade in the next decade or two, and memories that you hoped you could replace by making him feel loved, by holding him close, and allowing yourself to forget the memories that still plagued you when you thought about the past.

But you still didn't know how the hell you were going to tell him about Rosemary. Every moment it felt like the words were going to vomit out of your mouth, but you clamped your jaw shut. You didn’t want to talk about Rosemary in front of Butcher and Hughie, didn’t want to tell Ben like that. What you needed to say about Rosemary and Lou didn’t deserve to be shouted at him or said in haste, you wanted to sit Ben down and tell him, give him time to adjust to the idea. Because you had no idea how he was going to react to the news that he was a dad and a grandfather.

Would he pull away again? Would he run? Would he leave me? Those thoughts kept swirling around your mind like a mixtape. You were scared that by telling him about her would make him go cold like he did the moment you told him you loved him. You remembered the distant look that replaced his smile as soon as you had uttered those three little words.

Little but not simple. Three little words that launched ships and started a hundred wars. Three little words with the power to create and the power to destroy. Three words that Ben had said to you more times than you could count since he came back to you, and three words you wished you never stopped hearing him say, the three words you always wanted him to say to you.

If Ben pushed you away now, you knew that you wouldn't survive it this time, knew that there was no going back. Which made you more fearful about Rosemary's reaction to Ben coming back into your life.

You were afraid that Rosemary would give you an ultimatum and make you choose between her and Lou or Ben. You really hoped that it didn’t come to that. You had just gotten Ben back and you didn’t want to have to pick between him and your family.

Because Ben is family too. You knew that deep down in your bones, even after everything that happened, Ben was your family. He was the only person who knew you inside and out, the only man you’d ever loved and the only person who understood you. You couldn’t turn your back on him and you didn’t want to shut him out. Not when you loved him more than life itself.

Your frown deepens as you continue to watch the people on the back porch while your supe hearing picks up the moans and sounds of the couples inside and the subtle thump of music, new pop songs that you didn't understand and didn't try. You were up with the times, but it didn't mean you had to like what was happening or the new music being produced no matter how hard Rosemary tried to get you to listen to it.

You sigh again, trying to drown out the sounds by focusing on the wind moving through the trees and the birds flitting through the branches overhead, but it wasn’t working. The beautiful day was already ruined by the loud and messy sounds from the inside of the house.

“Always wanted to bring you to one of these Sweetheart.” Ben glances over at you with a cheeky grin, lowering the binoculars from his eyes, but then he notes your frown. “Then again-“ His hand comes around your waist to pull you into him. “That means I would have had to share you with someone else, and I’d much rather have you all to myself.”

You can feel his smirk against your ear, but it does little ease your anxiety about Rosemary and the looming conversation you were going to have with Ben when this was over.

Hughie had disappeared a few moments ago to scout out the inside and to find the twins, while Butcher was doing a walk of the perimeter, leaving you and Ben to wait for the all clear. A welcome break, because every few minutes Hughie would play with a Geiger counter and the high pitched creak-like squeak was giving you a headache. Not to mention annoying you. You'd only been able to have a few sips of your coffee this morning after Butcher and Hughie burst into you apartment, but at least your anxiety was picking up the slack.

Because of course it was.

The house in front of you looked innocent enough on the outside, big windows light wood, but now that you were here, you really didn’t want to go inside. Despite wanting to face the twins, you didn’t want to go inside and be reminded of the one reason why you stayed away from Herogasm.

At least today we aren’t attending it as much as crashing it.

“Why do you think I hated going to Herogasm?” You murmur, frown deepening at you continue to stare at the house. The memories of the past had an ugly way of crashing down on you and despite not wanting to make Ben feel guilty, keeping them to yourself made you feel worse. Plus you figured he knew when you were lying, because Ben was basically a human lie detector when it came to you.

Ben sighs, his warm breath washing over the side of your face as his arm tightens around your waist to secure you to him. “Sweetheart please look at me.” His voice is comforting, filled with emotion, but you still don't look at him.

“What?” You whisper, mind still a million miles away.

His fingertips come under your chin to turn your face to his. Ben’s green eyes lock with yours, soft and apologetic, familiar in the best way and weird given the fact that he was wearing his uniform. You’d never seen him look so sorry when he was dressed up as Soldier Boy.

“I would have killed any man who tried to touch you, especially after the night we shared together. When Vogelbaum danced with you I wanted to rip his arms off.” His eyes darken.

You remembered the way he watched Vogelbaum and you dance together at the premiere with the cameras flashing in your eyes, but then the image of Countess plastered to his hip arises. The way she ran her hands up his chest, the way he turned his gaze away from you to stare at her.

“Yes, but see I never killed any woman that touched you-“

Double standard much?

“Well-“

“Countess doesn’t count.” You snap.

Ben’s thumb strokes along your jaw, before his expression softens again. “I’m sorry.”

“You’ve apologized-“ You sigh, suddenly guilty. You hadn't meant to snap at him like that, you were on edge because of Rosemary, not because of what Ben did in the past. You were already starting to forgive him for what he did.

“Not for this.” He takes in a deep breath before he pulls you closer to him. “I’m sorry that I made you think I didn’t want you. Because I do. I don't want anyone else, haven't ever wanted anyone else like I want you. I was so stupid. I fucked those other women because I couldn’t handle how I felt about you and I didn’t think that you would ever want me even a fraction of how much I want you-“

“More.” You whisper before you can stop yourself, laying your hand against the front of his suit.

“That is impossible.” Ben smiles faintly.

You toy with the material, plucking it between your fingers. “It’s okay. I understand why you did it. But it was hard to watch you with them.” You try to fight the image of him and Countess again, that is quickly followed by the memories of the many women over the years you’d see Ben with in public and of course the memory of the first and only Herogasm you ever went to, the one you left early because you couldn’t bear to see Ben with anyone else. The same one that you swore you saw Ben watching you just as closely when Noir tried to reach out for you and you walked away.

It’s different now. You think to yourself. Ben said that he’s wanted me this whole time and I believe him. I don’t think he would lie about something like that, not to mention he’s been more open about what he’s feeling.

“I know.” Ben continues to stroke along your jaw. “But I promise it won’t happen ever again.”

“I believe you.” You lock your arms around the back of his neck to hold him closer to you, loving the way his body felt wrapped around you, like he was molded just for you.

“Good.” He leans his forehead against yours for a moment. "Can I kiss you yet?" Ben's words are quiet, barely above a whisper, so low that you know if you didn't have super hearing you'd have missed them.

"You've never been a patient man. In all the years I've known you." You breathe with a smile.

"Maybe I've just never met someone worth waiting for." Ben's nose nudges into the space between you faces, waiting for you to tell him it's okay and you want to. "But you are Sweetheart."

"You've waited forty years."

"You waited longer."

His words make a ball of emotion lodge in the back of your throat, because it meant Ben listened. He heard everything you said to him and he wasn't going to forget, he was going to make this up to you.

It was hard to say no to him, not when he was smiling at you and gazing at you the way you'd always wished him to.

"We both know I'm a bit more patient than you."

"Maybe."

"You know, maybe we should be focusing on something else right now." You smirk, still keeping your lips just as hairsbreadth away from his.

“It's hard to focus on anything else, not when you’re wearing something like that.” Ben purrs, thumbs brushing against you hips in a way that makes your chest tight.

Your smirk deepens “Oh this old thing?”

At the last minute you had chosen to wear the outfit you had picked when you thought you were going to be going to Russia to get Ben, rather than your old supe suit. You didn’t want to be connected with the person you were then, and despite Ben’s want to hold on to Soldier Boy, you were more than happy to let Indigo go.

The outfit was working better than you thought. The tight black tactical pants, combat boots, black leather jacket, and long sleeved leather corseted blouse that was sinched at your waist all perfectly accentuated the curves that your mother tried to hide. When you had walked out of your closet wearing it, Ben’s entire body had gone rigid.

“What?” You’d asked him with an innocent smile standing just a few steps outside your closet, while watching the tension in his shoulders.

“Damn it sweetheart you’re making this hard.” He had responded, clenching his hands into fists at his sides to hold himself back from crossing your bedroom to touch you. It made you smile wider to understand that he was trying to respect the boundaries you made between the two of you.

“What is it that I’m making hard Benjamin?”

“Fuck. Don’t tease me. Nobody likes a tease.”

You’d smirked at him. “Sorry babe you walked right into that one.”

“It’s not fair-“ Ben had growled.

“What’s not fair?”

“You wearing that, biting your fucking lip like that-“

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He’d stalked towards you, eyes dark, causing you to back up until your back hit your pale bedroom wall. His hand had landed next to your head, the other wound around your hip so you could feel the heat of his skin through your clothes.

“You know, two can play at that game Sweetheart.” Ben had murmured, easing his face so close to yours that you could feel his breath against your lips.

“And what game is that?” You’d said it trying to keep your composure, but the dark look in his eyes and the smell of his shampoo was everywhere. Your heart beat had given you away, thudding violently in your chest as if it wanted to break free. It was hard to ignore how much you still wanted him after all these years.

"You know exactly what game." Ben had held your gaze, raising an eyebrow as a confident smirk pulled at his lips. He could hear your heartbeat too, probably could smell how much you wanted him. “But you’re so fucking beautiful I'll let it slide.”

“Huh?” It had been the last thing you thought he was going to say. If anything you’d thought he was going to tease you.

The hand that had been previously on the wall near your head dropped onto your face to gently trace the arch of your brow and the dip of your bottom lip.

“You always have been. I thought I remembered wrong but-" His expression shifted from the seductive smirk into something softer. "Fuck I missed you." Ben had leaned his forehead against yours. "So tease me all you want. I'll wait, because you're worth every second."

Remembering what he said earlier still filled you with an incredible amount of love and made you want to kiss him all the more now. Knowing that he was willing to wait for you to be okay with whatever came next made you fall harder for him. But now you knew that you needed to focus on what you were about to do. And standing here in front of the house, listening to what was going on inside made you sober up, just a little bit…. But not completely.

"Then again I thought those overalls were pretty sexy too." Ben states, staring down at you with a wide smile as the mid-afternoon sun turned his hair into a light brown and found the flecks of gold in his eyes. He looked every bit as handsome as you were accustomed to, so much in fact that it made your heart ache.

"Sure." You roll your eyes. "I think you're the first person in history to say that." Your fingers lightly curl into the strands at the back of his head.

"Maybe. Or maybe you're just the sexiest woman in history."

"Shut up."

Ben's gaze darkens. "Make me, Sweetheart."

Every viable thought except the thought of crashing your lips to his vanishes.

I wonder if they're as soft as I remember. If he still makes that sound when I-

"You two ready?" Butcher interrupts appearing just over Ben's shoulder, but smirking when he sees how close the two of you are. "Or do you love birds need a little alone time?"

You roll your eyes and let go of Ben's hair, as he loosens his grip on your hips. Stepping back away from him was like having a bucket of cold water drop over you, you missed him and yet he was standing a full sixteen inches away from you.

This is really not good.

"You have the worst fucking timing." Ben moves to pick up his shield, but the playful smirk he'd had a few seconds ago has been replaced with a frown.

You wondered if he was as disappointed as you were.

The wind shifts and you can smell the Temp V in Butcher's veins, hear the steady beat of his heart as it pumps blood through his body, strengthening him, making him feel indestructible. When Butcher and Hughie had injected it at the back of Butcher's car, you couldn't help but be reminded of the day you took V. You had been afraid and when they injected it, you remember the pain, the unspeakable pain that made you scream so loud that Ben heard you from the room he was being kept in, and he broke through the wall to get to you. It was how the scientists learned that Ben had super strength, because he had smashed through solid rock to make sure you were okay.

Butcher shrugs and begins to walk through the trees towards the side door of the house, leaving you and Ben alone.

"You didn't answer my question." He hefts his shield up with a smirk.

He didn't have to explain, you knew he was asking about the kiss. "I'll take a raincheck."

"Hmm." Ben takes a few steps towards the house, before he stops to look back at you. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Huh?"

"In the car, even now. You're kinda quiet." He shrugs.

"I-" You were going to say that you were fine, but you knew that he would clock the lie. "We need to talk about something, but it can wait. This is important too."

Ben's frown deepens, but then he finally sighs. "Alright. Come on you’re lagging behind doll."

"Guess you changed your mind about wanting me here." You snort as you catch up to him.

Ben puts his hand on your wrist, turning you to look at him. "I always want you with me." His hand trails up your arm to finally rest under your chin. Ben smiles, leaning down towards you, but before you can arch up into him, he presses a kiss to your forehead. "I love you." He murmurs into the top of your head.

"I love you too."

And with that, you both follow Butcher into the house hosting the worst event in all of history.

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I should have brought ear plugs. You cringe as you follow behind Ben and Butcher, weaving through the lower levels of the house. Maybe someone will let me borrow their blindfold. Hopefully there are nose plugs somewhere… well there have been other kinds of plugs but those are a bit big for my nose.

You walk down the staircase after Ben and Butcher who pulled ahead a few moments ago and as you do the sharp sour smell of a chemical wafts in your face, different than the other odors in the house.

What is that?

You round the corner and see Ben up ahead, shrouded in smoke, staring down an attractive muscular black man who for some reason has decided to raise his fists to challenge Ben. Your eyes trace the man's face, recognition pulling at your heart. You knew who he was. The first time you'd seen him he'd only been a boy, made eye contact with you at a funeral you couldn't help but go to, after Ben made a mistake. You'd offered the boy an encouraging smile and left the boy's family an envelope of cash in their mailbox because you couldn't think of anything else to do for them. You knew it couldn't replace who they lost, but you didn't know what else to do. Ben had been upset with himself after, he always was when he lost control. He showed up on your doorstep like he always did, drunk, high, smelling like stale perfume, and fell asleep in your bed after you reassured him the same way you always did.

Now that little boy was grown up and standing in front of you. You see recognition flash in his eyes as he sees you. Of course it does. You didn't look any different and you hadn't worn your supe suit when you went to the funeral.

"Not him." Butcher says to Ben, but Ben doesn't look away from the man.

"Ben." You whisper, reaching out to touch his arm gently.

Ben's eyes flick to yours. The look in Ben's eyes is familiar, predatory, unwilling to back down from a fight. Soldier Boy. You'd seen it countless times before, talked him out of killing people in the past. You hated how quickly you had to slip into your old job, the one that made you feel like a babysitter, but you shake it off.

"He doesn't know what he's doing. Come on. The Twins are upstairs, I can hear them arguing." It was true, you could, but you didn't want this to turn ugly so quickly. Not when the real reason why you were here were currently arguing about toilet cameras.

His jaw tightens, eyes sliding to the man standing at the other end of the room, before he nods once and motions for you to go ahead of him.

As you continue to move through the house, you fight the shudder that threatens to travel down your spine when you think of how Ben looked moments ago. It was the first time you had seen Soldier Boy since Ben showed up again, and it was the same way you remembered it. You just hoped deep down that Ben really did want to change and that he was adopting the façade of Soldier Boy to get through what came next. You knew that you were going to have to adopt one as well.

"Here." You stop just before the two of you round the corner where the Twins were in the other room. "Let me go first. They might not try to run if I go in before you."

Ben frowns. "I don't want you to-"

"I know, but it'll be better this way."

"Fine."

You walk around the wall and towards the circular room where the Twins are fighting, ignoring the couples on the outskirts that are grinding against one another.

Like Countess, the Twins didn't look good, both were considerably older, rounder, grayer, and more wrinkly than the last time you'd seen them, but they were still the same. Still arguing and still just as annoying as they had been forty years ago.

"I never want to see you again!" Tommy spits at his sister, adjusting the golden robe slung over his shoulders that flaps around him like a cape.

"Oh sure!" Tessa sniffs while puffing on a joint. "Our Westfield mall appearance is next week and nobody is going to come see you without me!"

That must suck to have your powers depend on someone else.

"Wow, mall appearances? Aren't we all getting a bit old for that?" You flash a winning smile as you step down into the room, locking eyes with Tessa.

Both of the twins visibly pale, their hearts speeding up to work overtime, as the stench of adrenaline begins to waft through the air between you. It's almost comical how identical their reactions are to Countess' at seeing you for the first time in forty years. Then again you hoped that you looked better than they did.

Why didn't I try to find out more after Ben "died?" If our entire team had this reaction to seeing me then I would have known the truth and Ben wouldn't have been in a fucking Russian Lab all these years!

Their plan to ensure you not being in Nicaragua had paid off, because not only were you not there, you didn't want anything to do with any of them. And you wished that you had confronted them all those years ago. You knew that you'd live with that guilt for a long time, but now you allowed your anger at what they all did to Ben, overpower it.

"Y/n-" Tessa stutters.

It was weird to see her at a loss for words. You and all of Payback had listened to her nag Tommy since the moment they joined the team. Judging by what you had walked into, you figured that she hadn't changed at all.

"Hey long time no see!" Tommy fakes enthusiasm while licking his lips nervously, eyes darting to the open doors behind you. You could practically see the escape plan forming in his mind.

"You know, when I found out you guys were living in Vermont I was surprised. I would have thought that you moved down South. They’re probably more accepting of your relationship.” You make air quotes around the word relationship, before shifting your smile into an worried frown. “Oh sorry, are the two of you still pretending that you’re not fucking?”

Tessa’s gaze turns stone cold. “What the fuck do you want?”

“I was in the neighborhood, thought I’d check in.” You look around the room. “You guys have a nice house. Must have budgeted better than Countess did. Her tailer, now that was a shit hole. Must not have done as many mall appearances.”

Tommy’s heart skips a beat at the mention of Countess’s name. “Look y/n-“

“Please. We didn’t have anything against you. We didn’t come after you. Even after all these years we left you alone.” Fear seeps into Tessa’s voice with her plea, eyes wide with worry.

They had reason to be worried, you’d all but admitted to killing Countess.

“Oh sweetie.” You with false sweetness in your tone. “It’s cute that you think you can beg for mercy. That you're deserving of it.” The room begins to shake with the force of your anger as your eyes shift to bright purple. Cracks like thin spiderwebs stretch through the wide windows behind them and through the thick drywall as you lose control, the composure you always held on to drowning in the flood of emotion you feel when you look at the two of them. “Ben told me exactly what happened that day-“

“He lied to you!” Tommy exclaims. “He went crazy! You know how he gets, how he loses control!”

“He lost control and we had to protect ourselves y/n-“ Tessa adds, another lie.

Ben steps into the room beside you, his eyes are focused on the Twins, and if you thought they looked afraid when you showed up, they look near dead when Ben appears.

"You were saying?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Ben! Hey Buddy!." Tommy forces another smile but pales when he realizes Ben just heard him and Tessa try to lie to you. "How are you? Long time. We were just talking to y/n about-“

Ben's eyes narrow, stopping whatever Tommy was going to say about you.

"Nicaragua wasn't our fault!" Tommy says to recover. "Neither was the premiere." His eyes dart to yours, cowering under the purple light that pulses from your irises.

Wow. Just. Wow.

"We swear." Tessa adds.

"Why should we believe you?" You spit.

"Please-"

"Then whose fault was it?" Ben's frown deepens, hand tightening on the shield.

None of the other couples have stopped what they are doing, too enthralled in one another to notice what was going to unfold between the four of you.

"It was Noir!" Tommy shouts desperately, his eyes flitting from Ben to you as if trying to see which one of you will believe him. "He gave Ben to the Russians."

It's almost pathetic watching his mad scramble to protect himself. Apart of you hates that you don't feel guilty for any of this, at least with Countess at the beginning you felt some guilt for hurting her, but with them there was nothing. Not even the prick of remorse, there was only anger.

Ben chuckles under his breath. "We all know that Noir didn't even take a shit without Vought's say so."

"Not to mention his head was so far up Stan's ass it's a wonder that he could breathe." You narrow your eyes at the two of them waiting for them to make a move. They might be cowards, but if you knew the Twins well enough, you knew that they weren't above throwing a bolt of lighting in your direction. And you knew for a fact that electrocution wasn't fun.

"It's the truth!" Tessa shouts above the moans and wet squelch of the people around you. “Please y/n we have children.”

“You're really the worst liar hon. Always have been." You snap, listening to her heartbeat jolt in her chest as she attempts to save herself.

"Please talk Ben out of this, just like you did for Noir-“ Tommy's plea falls on deaf ears, but you knew what he was talking about. The day that you saved Noir's life because he started a fight with Ben over a stupid role in a movie. But this was different, no part of you wanted to save them from this, to save them from what they deserved.

“Noir will get what’s coming to him.” You don't recognize your own voice. "You brought this on yourselves."

But then something shifts in the air, call it a feeling, or an energy current, but something feels wrong.

The music coming from the radio has changed to a Russian pop song, why it's playing you have no idea, all you know is that it does something to Ben.

The sound of his shield hitting the ground rings in your ears and you turn to look at him. His entire body is tensed beneath his suit, sweat dotting along his hairline, red beginning to creep into his cheeks. His eyes are squeezed shut and he shakes his head as if he's trying to clear it.

"Ben? Are you okay?" Your hold on the room vanishes, eyes fading back to their normal color as your worry turns to Ben.

His fists are clenched tightly together as he brings them up to the sides of his head, chest beginning to glow with his new power, the one you'd never seen before, the one that Ben said practically vaporized whatever was in it's path.

Shit.

"Ben. Stay with me, listen to my voice." You touch the sides of his face, begging him to listen to your plea. As much as you wanted the Twins to pay, Ben wasn't just losing control of his powers, this was different. It was almost like he was being dragged somewhere else, somewhere you couldn't follow.

"Everything's okay. I'm here, I'm right here." You soothe, but he continues to glow brighter and brighter and you're directly in the line of fire.

Shit.

Ben's eyes flash open, no longer bright green but an orange-gold that makes fear snag in your ribs like a fishing hook. His hand makes contact with your chest shoving you to the side, out of the way of the beam, but unfortunately through the solid rock wall.

You don't really know what happens next. The world goes black for a few minutes, not like when you die, but just black as everything burns around you when Ben explodes. You're not sure how long you're under, could be minutes, could be hours, all you know is that when you wake up everything hurts.

It's how you know that you didn't officially die. Whenever you woke up after death, it was different, you felt powerful, reborn, but right now you felt like a train ran over you. A headache throbs at your temples as you begin to come to, blinking your eyes against the darkness that doesn't go away. Your ears are ringing, filled with the screams of those who survived and the smell of burned flesh and blood surrounds you like a cloud.

A mountain of rubble and roofing covers you, leaving you in the darkness to get your bearings, but nothing feels broken.

At least the brick fireplace broke my fall. You think to yourself with a groan as you begin to push off the planks of wood and pieces of the roof that cover your body, so you can sit up. As soon as you do, your head spins and you fight the unpleasant urge to throw up.

Great. Might have a concussion.

You might be as strong as Ben, but your ability to die meant that you were just a little bit less equipped to handle a hit like that.

Ben. Worry and fear war in your heart as you look around the broken room that lays in tatters around you.

The house isn’t recognizable anymore. Singed carpet floats in tufts with ash around your face like a swarm of flies while fires burn in clumps all over the ruined room. Chunks of drywall and planks of blackened wood litter the floor and the back half of the house is gone, burned to a crisp in the blast from Ben.

What the fuck did they put in his chest? Ben had tried to describe it to you, tried to explain it, but standing here in the rubble you understood just how bad it was. The ruins in Mid-town you had seen the coverage of on the news, but it was a completely different thing to experience it in person.

People are going to think that he did this on purpose. That he's a bad person, that he's some kind of terrorist. The thought is immediately followed by the fear that Vought and the government would come to take him away. Your jaw tightens. I'd like to see them try.

The bodies of Tommy and Tessa are burned beyond recognition, still holding hands, but now are just blacked lumps of flesh and bone that lay where they tried to make their final stand. But you feel no remorse.

It’s what we came here to do, to make them pay. You bite the inside of your cheek listening to the screams of those who survived. I just didn't think that so many others would get hurt.

You continue to look around the room, worry rising in your chest as you think of Ben and remember the look on his face. He had been scared of what was about to happen even if he didn’t want to admit it. He lost control. In the past when he lost control the worst thing he could do was rip someone in half or smash their face into a pulp, but now if Ben ever lost control he'd level a building.

I see a lot of yoga in his future. Or maybe anger management classes.

Although the thought makes you smile, as soon as you see Ben everything else fades from your mind. Ben is on his knees in the center of the room, head slumped forward on his chest, hands laying limply by his sides, as he takes in shaky breaths. You could hear the frantic pound of his heart, beating hard against his rib cage as if begging to be released. Seeing him like that almost sends you into overdrive. You’d never seen him look so defeated, so small, so tired, so… lost.

“Ben?” You fall to your knees next to him, reaching out to touch his face, to bring his attention to you.

His body tenses as you do so, eyes narrowing when he meets yours like he doesn’t know you. His eyes miles away.

But where?

“Hey, it’s me.” You say gently, cupping his face with your hands to rub your thumbs across his cheeks while fear grips your heart as you try to bring him back to you. “It’s me, I’m here. It’s okay.”

Ben inhales sharply as if suddenly remembering, the look in his eyes clearing for a moment, rising through the fog. "Y/n?" He whispers.

"Yeah. I'm here." You repeat, smiling at him even though the urge to cry builds in the back of your throat. It broke your heart to see him like this. You push his hair back from his face, brushing the ash from the mahogany strands.

“Are you okay? Did I-“ Worry etches itself across his handsome face.

“I’m fine. Shhh.” You soothe, pulling him against you so your can rub his back softly and lock him in your embrace. But the truth was you were afraid. You didn’t understand what happened and couldn’t explain the look in his eyes when he went under, when he started to lose himself in his newfound powers. Ben crumbles into you, leaning his head against your shoulder as if needing it to strengthen him.

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay.” You weren’t sure the effects the blast had on him, just that he seemed unsure as to how the hell he did it.

Where did he go in those moments?

“The twins?” Ben mumbles.

“They’re dead.” You could hear the approaching ambulances and police cars, hear the anxious chatter of the survivors outside.

We’ve got to get out of here.

“Come on. Let’s go.” You say softly rising to your feet and helping him up. Ben stumbles a step, shaking his head like he can’t catch his bearings and the worry comes roaring back. You catch him and tilt his body so he can lean on you. “Ben are you okay?” Your fingers dance against the sides of his face trying to bring his focus back to you, because you were afraid he might lose himself to whatever the hell happened before.

“I will be in a minute.” Ben takes in a shaky breath, leaning on your shoulder. "I don't know what happened."

"It's okay." His shield rises telekinetically from the rubble and into your outstretched hand that glows a brilliant purple in the dusty light. Smoke billows up from the room around you obscuring the sunlight that filters through the ruined front of the house, but you can still see the front drive already becoming swarmed with people and news crews.

Because that's exactly what Rosemary needs to see, me and Ben on the 5'oclock news. Fuck.

"Come on." You lead him back the way you can, toting his shield in your free hand, down the stairs.

When you spot Butcher, Ben straightens finally catching his bearings and takes the shield from you. Butcher looks from Ben to you, eyebrows raised.

"Sorted?"

"Yeah." Ben frowns.

You could tell that he was still a little shaky, but you knew he wasn't going to admit that to anyone, especially not to Butcher. Your gaze falls on the man from before laying on the ground, the man that Butcher had told Ben to leave.

Why did he want Ben to spare his life if Butcher was only going to beat him down?

But just as you take a step towards the man to check him for injuries, a long shadow falls on the floor at your feet.

Your eyes jolt upwards and focus on Homelander. The smell of hairspray, hair dye, and cheap cologne waft through the air at Homelander's appearance. He's shorter than you expected him to be, not overtly muscular, but he didn't need to be. Supes with superstrength didn't need to look like body builders, and you suspected that the only reason why Homelander even had any kind of muscle was for his image as America's Hero. Then again, you never complained about Ben's muscular physique.

I don’t think anybody should complain about that and- Nope. Nope. Not thinking about that right now.

But as you stare at him there's something wrong, something that you can't place, something that tugs at the back of your mind when you look at him, almost as if you've forgotten something important.

Seeing him in person is surreal. You'd only ever seen him on the news or on billboards or on those stupid energy drinks that were sold at the bodega on the corner where you get coffee filters sometimes, but the look in his eyes is the same. It's cold, unfeeling, and reminds you of those ridiculous shark documentaries that Rosemary is obsessed with. The only time she could watch shark week was after Lou went to bed. She said that watching it made her feel better about her job and you didn't complain.

Homelander looks around the room forcing a smile, a predatory glare in his eyes.

"William Butcher and Soldier Boy. Of course you are behind this. It really is all about me." Homelander's smile widens.

Narcissistic much? This guy's like a walking red flag.

He takes a step closer to the three of you, and Ben steps in front of you to shield you from Homelander's view. Homelander clocks the movement, but then tsks his finger at Butcher.

"William we made a deal to fight to the death, you and me." Homelander's eyes begin to glow. "You cheated, deals off."

The red flash of the laser-vision illuminates Ben's face in sharp contrast as the beam hits Butcher full in the chest propelling him back into the wall. His body falls to the ground and lies still.

Well. That's not good.

Honestly you didn't like Butcher all that much, but you couldn't help but feel a little bit bad.

You glance up from Butcher's body to gaze at Homelander again. Fighting him hadn't been on the agenda today, but it was starting to look that way. You knew what his powers were, knew that Vought probably told him his entire life that he was a god and that no one could compare to him. And you knew that the man standing next to you hadn't changed enough to walk away from the fight, no matter how bad his odds were.

And deep down you knew that you weren't going to let Ben take that beating, which of course meant that you were going to fight Homelander. Not that you were afraid of him. One look at him might have sent everyone else heading for the hills, but he didn't intimidate you.

"I watched all your movies, hundreds of times. You were the only one that was nearly as strong as me." The look on Homelander's face is one of respect almost wonder.

And you can imagine a smaller version of Homelander being fed all the same propaganda that Ben and you were fed all those years ago, imagine Homelander growing up hearing that he was stronger, greater, faster than Soldier Boy, and imagine Vogelbaum working hard to make sure to mold Homelander into the hero that America wanted. Not to mention all the shit he probably heard when he was with Stormfront. You were very happy that you didn't have to see her again, though now you had a fun story to tell Ben about one of his exes.

“Buddy you’re wearing a cape, do you think you look strong?” Ben frowns at Homelander.

“It is pretty stupid.” You agree examining Homelander’s supe suit. “Honestly I thought you had it bad with that dorky looking helmet-“ You glance at Ben out of the corner of your eye.

“Really? You’re gonna do this now?” Ben glowers turning his attention to you.

“I’m just being honest it was pretty bad and I’m glad you decided not to wear it today. But his cape is definitely worse.”

“Do you want me to bring up that ridiculous hood you had?”

“You can, but I won’t believe you, because that hood was fabulous and I looked fantastic in it.”

Homelander clears his throat to catch your attention. “Um hello?”

“Hi.” You force a smile. “Oh sorry did we interrupt your little monologue?”

Homelander's gaze turns icy as you continue. “Because we can take this from the top. What was the line again? Something about power or watching his films? I was only half listening. Did you want me to record it for you so you can post it on your socials?”

“What the f-“ Homelander begins to say, but you interrupt him.

“I mean. That is why you practiced it in the mirror for so long right? And why you did your hair and makeup?" You scrunch up your nose. "I'd skip that last mist of hairspray if I were you. You want it to look smooth, not look like you stuck your finger in an electrical socket.”

You could tell that Ben was trying to maintain his composure, but his mouth was twitching in a smile. “Oh wait does your suit have a body cam? I guess that makes things easier, because it probably doesn't have pockets. Not to mention if you dropped your phone while you were flying around-"

"Who the fuck are you?" Homelander spits interrupting you.

"No one important."

“Is he really what passes for a hero these days?” Ben cocks an eyebrow. “He’s just a cheap fucking knock off of me.”

“No.” Homelander snarls, eyes beginning to glow bright red. “I’m the upgrade.”

The laser cuts through the air in slow motion, but you’re already moving.

"Ben!" His name rips from your throat as you lunge forward and shove him as hard as you can out of the way of the beam. You feel the laser tear through your body, the force throwing you backward through one of the wood paneled walls and then the darkness swallows you whole.

If someone were to ask you what it was like to die, you wouldn’t know how to answer. To exist in those thirteen seconds sometimes feels like a dream, like you're floating, but it's always silent. And the silence scares you. How quickly it comes to drag you under and how it seems to replace everything you know or remember about the real world until you come back to life. You understood why Ben didn't like being alone, because you didn't either. It reminded you too much of those moments you were gone, wishing for it to stop. There was never a bright light, there was only the darkness and the silence that fell when your heart stopped beating.

When you take your first breath in thirteen seconds it's full of dust and ash, swirling into your mouth as you inhale sharply to jumpstart your lungs. But at the same time everything is different. The colors in the room are brighter, the sounds more acute, the smells just a fraction stronger, and you feel different. Power floods through your limbs, swirling through flesh and bone, pouring through your veins, electrifying through each nerve ending and setting you on fire, more than any other power ever has. You'd never felt power like this before. Even with Countess and the others that had killed you, no other power you'd ever gotten had felt this strong.

You stand up from the rubble you landed in, covered in a layer of dust and blood. The hole in your new outfit where the laser struck is just under your left breast, the mark left behind already a pink scar. And you knew that Ben would probably kill you for it later, for taking the laser for him, but you didn't care.

Homelander is floating in the center of the room, holding Ben by the throat, smiling cruelly at him.

"Hey asshole." You snarl, spitting out a glob of blood onto the ruined carpet. "We're not done."

Homelander turns his head towards you amused, while Ben grabs at the front of his suit, trying to get his attention, but Homelander is focused on you.

"So that's it? That's your big trick? Laser vision? Forgive me for not cowering in fear." Your hands clench into fists at your sides.

He eyes you for a moment. "You're Indigo aren't you?"

"I used to be. Now I'm just disappointed. I expected more from Vought's big hero, but now I see that you're just another asshole who thinks he's a god." Your eyes drift to Ben for a moment, worry clawing at your heart when you meet his gaze. "So drop him. Before I drop you."

"You’re very confident for someone who was dead a few seconds ago. I don't really see how that ability is going to help you-"

"Before I didn’t want to kill you."

"And you think you can?" He laughs.

"No." You smirk. "I know I can."

"Who do you think you’re talking to?"

"I’m not talking to much." Your eyes narrow. "But I'll be nice, and I'll give you a chance to leave. To tuck your tail between your fucking legs and fly away. We didn't come here for you and you and I don't have to do this."

"And if I don't leave?"

"Then I'll kill you."

"I'd like to see you try." Homelander throws Ben as hard as he can through the brick fireplace, causing rock and mortar to rain down on top of him, but Homelander's eyes don't leave yours. “Well why don’t you give me your best sho-“

He doesn’t have time to finish his sentence, your body ploughs into his tackling him through the solid outer wall and onto the back lawn.

Truthfully you hadn’t meant to go through the wall, you’d only meant to pin him to it, but flying was proving just a little more difficult than you expected. Your hand closes on Homelander’s wrist bringing him down against the ground so hard that the earth quakes, before you throw him as far away from you as you can.

His body spins awkwardly in the air, before he ploughs into one of the thick oak trees head on, at the edge of the backyard. The loud snap of the tree compensating for Homelander’s body fills the air.

He stumbles to his feet, eyes narrowed in pure hatred, lip curled back in a snarl, and his blonde hair flopping forward into his face.

“You chose wrong.” You spit, rolling your shoulders, preparing for what came next.

Homelander lets out a roar and flies towards you, arms outstretched for you, but you’re ready for him.

You catch his fist before it lands against your face and tighten your other hand around his throat. Your bodies are floating two feet off the ground, but it doesn’t faze you.

When Homelander’s gaze meets yours you see just a flicker of fear, a spark, quickly masked by his shock. He struggles to pull away to push you away with his free hand, but all you do is tighten your grip.

"You've never felt real pain before have you?" You force your face into a sympathetic frown, before your eyes harden. "Allow me to enlighten you." You throw him to the ground again, watching his body spin and screech against the grass and dirt.

Given the screams and smell of blood in the air, any witnesses from the massacre inside were at the front of the house waiting for the police, leaving you and Homelander on the backside of the house alone.

Worry for Ben rose in your chest like the peak of a wave, you hadn't seen him since Homelander threw him through the fireplace, but you funnel that worry into all encompassing rage.

"They told you that you were a god right? That you were the most powerful supe that ever lived. They were wrong. There's only one supe more powerful than you, and you just fucking pissed her off." You shout beginning to float towards him.

Homelander growls rising to his feet, eyes glowing bright red as he fires a laser at you, but you’re ready.

Your own beam catches his mid air between you, the high pitched sizzle and smell of ozone floats across your face, but you don't back down. If anything, it just makes you more angry.

And then something slams into you from the side, breaking the connection between your beam and Homelander's.

"What-" You shout, looking up at the body above yours, preparing to blast them off, but you realize it's Ben. "Ben what-"

"Stay here." He growls, eyes black. Ben looks pissed, whether it’s because you pushed Ben out of the way before or if it’s because he’s annoyed that Homelander punched him you’re not sure.

"What?" You look beyond him, to see Hughie and Butcher tackle Homelander to the ground.

They're going to try to turn him human.

"I can hold him down-" You say. “Let me help.”

"No." Ben snarls as he stalks towards Homelander, his chest beginning to glow.

“Ben-“

“Stay the fuck there.” Ben shouts still looking at Homelander.

Your eyes flit to the leader of the Seven. Watching him struggle against Hughie and Butcher, who yell at one another, but you don’t hear them. You wait for the remorse to crash over you, the guilt, but it never comes.

I gave him a choice. He could have run. He didn’t. He chose this.

And just when you think it’s all over, Homelander breaks away from them, surging up into the air to freedom. You feel your feet leave the ground to follow him, someone’s hand tightens on your ankle and drags you back down to earth.

“No.” Ben’s voice is more of a growl than anything else.

He’s angry, that much you can tell from the look on his face and from the way his eyes have hardened into two solid chunks of emerald as he locks eyes with you.

But why? Angry because Homelander got away or angry because I pushed him out of the way?

“Ben I can get him. Let me go.” You kick your ankle but Ben holds on.

“No.” Ben snarls. “You’re not about to go after that sick fuck by yourself.”

“Ben-“

“No. If I have to chain you to the ground I will.” Ben pulls you down further and releases your ankle to fasten his hand around you waist to hold you tighter against the ground. “You’re not going after him.”

“Fine.” You snap pulling yourself from his grasp, your own temper flaring.

You hated when Ben did that, when he acted like you weren’t just as capable as him of doing this. It reminded you of your childhood, when you were treated like you were made of glass, a pretty doll that was made to be looked at but never touched.

And you knew it came from Ben’s want to protect you, knew that it came from his fear of losing you, but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

You didn’t pout when Ben went out to face someone, didn’t try to act like he couldn’t do it.

“I know that maybe I’m a little behind but… WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?” Hughie shouts. “You have laser vision and you can fly and you can move things with your mind!?” He looks frantically from you to Ben.

You don’t answer, your eyes are still on Ben who looks ready to throw Butcher’s car into space. You could practically see the waves of anger rolling off of him like a comic strip.

“You didn’t before, did you?” Butcher’s eyes trace your body as things begin to click into place. “You didn’t before he killed you.”

“Hold on.” Hughie holds up his hand. “Are you telling me that you die and you come back to life WITH THE POWERS OF THE SUPE THAT KILLED YOU?”

“It wasn’t in the files.” Butcher’s eyes still haven’t left you. “Vought didn’t know did they?”

You don’t like the way he’s looking at you, don’t like the glimmer in his eyes as if you’d just solved all his problems. It was the exact look that was in the eyes of the scientists the day you took the serum for the first time. To them that’s all Ben and you were, lab rats, people who were stupid enough to listen to the wild ideas of glory and a better world they spouted.

“We should go.” You murmur, listening to the sounds of the ambulances and the police coming up the driveway. “It’s about to be a circus here and I'd rather not make my big social media debut covered in rubble and blood."

Ben’s mouth is clamped together, green eyes blazing at your mention of blood. You knew that he was focused on the bloody hole left behind in the corset where Homelander's laser had ripped through your body.

Another scar, another fun story to tell my daughter when I see her… great.

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The car ride to Legend’s is dead silent. Ben doesn’t look at you, doesn’t try to hold your hand, and doesn’t try to touch you in any way. Instead his hands are curled into fists, sitting on the tops of his thighs while his anger heats the inside of the car like a furnace. You knew it was only a matter until he exploded, but now you had bigger things on your mind.

You had just exposed yourself to Homelander, showed your face to him, not to mention you admitted to being Indigo. It would be easy for him to find your real name in the Vought archives find your file and the same name that linked you to Rosemary. She’d gone back to her maiden name when her husband died, which meant the two of you had the same last name and it wouldn’t be difficult for Homelander to find her.

Which meant you needed to get to her first.

You had tried to text her, tried to tell her to have a bag ready and that you were going to pick her up, but she was refusing to do so and you didn’t exactly want to text “Homelander is a fucking psychopath and he’s going to come after you” to her phone. Plus you couldn’t exactly call her, not in this cramped car.

Legend is waiting on the front porch of his country home when Butcher pulls his car into the end of the long driveway, somewhere that you’d been to many times in the past. He's smoking a joint and scrolling through his phone, wearing the same outfit you had seen him in a few days ago.

"Kitten!" He smiles wide at you when he sees you and pulls you into a hug. “I was worried when I heard about that mess with Countess. You never called.” Legend frowns at you, blowing out a lungful of smoke. "Guess you guys had a talk."

"Something like that." You frown. "It got complicated really fast."

“I told you so.” His eyes shift to where Ben is glowering a foot behind you. "I see he found you. I didn't tell him-"

"I know you didn't. Thank you for keeping your promise." You smile tightly, squeezing Legend's hand. He really was a good friend. One of the oldest ones you had besides Ben.

"Figured if I did, you'd keep him from ripping my head off."

“Haven’t decided if I’m not going to yet.” Ben snarls and Legend's eyes widen in fear.

But you knew that he was just redirecting his anger. Ben was angry because you put yourself in harms way to protect him and the sooner you had it out, the sooner you could go get Rosemary and Lou.

"Ben we both know that you're not mad at Legend, you're mad at me. So you might as well spit it out, because we've got bigger problems than your hissy fit-" You begin to say. You were sick of him pouting, refusing to look at you, refusing to touch you.

"What the FUCK were you thinking?!" Ben roars towering over you, eyes flashing. "Getting between me and him like that!"

Legend backs away, afraid that he's going to get caught in the cross-fire.

"Calm down." You sigh, gritting your teeth together. You were trying your best not to lose it either, because the last thing this situation needed was you losing control.

"DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN." Ben's hands are clenched tightly into fists, his suit beginning to glow bright.

"You're going to have to calm down or you're going to blast me to kingdom come!" You snap back.

Ben grits his teeth together and closes his eyes tightly while his chest begins to fade back to normal and when it does, he opens his eyes to glare at you. "Why did you do that? I had him handled-"

"You didn't."

"Yes I did. You didn't give me a chance to-"

"No what I did was I didn't give that psychopath a chance to punch a hole through your chest with his fucking laser vision." You poke him in the chest. "Of the two of us, I have a greater chance of surviving that!”

By then Butcher and Hughie had moved to give the two of you a wide berth, standing where Legend was watching the two of you looking bored. They were probably hoping that you didn’t cut one of them in half with your new powers.

"Are they always like this?" You hear Butcher ask Legend from where they stand a safe distance away.

"Pretty much." Legend answers, blowing out a puff of the fowl smelling smoke.

"Do you ever get used to it?" Hughie mutters.

"Nope."

“Is there an off button?” Butcher sighs.

“Nope.” Legend puffs his joint.

"You don't know that!" Ben spits back at you. "I could have!"

"I wasn't willing to take that chance damnit!"

How can I make him understand this? How can he finally understand what it would be like for me to lose him all over again, just when I got him back?

"Do you really think that I'm willing to play Russian Roulette with your life?" Ben snarls, grabbing you by the shoulders so tightly you're sure they'll be bruises but all you can do is look into his quickly darkening eyes. "Do you have any idea what it did to me to see you die AGAIN? To see him TOUCH YOU? To know that he HURT you?"

"We've already had this conversation Ben-"

"And we're going to fucking have it again!" His grip tightens. "I told you to stay behind me!"

The last time he'd touched you like this was the night of the premiere, when he told you that he didn't care about you, that he could never love you. The memory of that night lodges itself in the back of your throat, but you keep it down.

"And I told you that I wasn't going to do that!"

"Damn it y/n you can't-"

You pull yourself away from him. "No Ben. You can't tell me what to do. You don't get to control me. People have tried to control me all my damn life and when I first came with you I thought I was giving that up. But no, I just moved on and Vought took over. When I decided to live my own life, to stop being a supe, I was free! Finally! After forty years of bullshit I was finally free!"

Ben’s jaw is so tightly locked together you think you hear the grinding of his teeth. “So what are you saying? Are you saying that when you’re with me you feel trapped? Like I’m holding you fucking hostage?!”

“No.” You exhale heavily. "I understand that you love me. I understand that you want to protect me. But you need to understand that I love you too. That just as you're willing to lay down your life for me, I am willing to lay down my life for you. And if you want this to work between us, you need to understand that you don't control me. You're not my dad or my owner, you're the man I love. And until you realize that I am just as capable of protecting you as you are protecting me-"

"I know that." Ben seethes.

"What?"

"Do you really think that I don't see how strong you are?” You watch something flash in his eyes that isn't anger, the vulnerable look is back for a fleeting moment and it rocks you to your core. "I don’t want to control you! I’m not trying to. Have you thought that maybe after all this time I just wanted you to need me like I need you?"

His confession makes your heart stop. Does he really think that I don’t need him? That after all these years there’s no one else that I’ve needed more in my entire life?

“Ben.” You sigh while stretching out your hand to lay against his arm, but he flinches away. “ I do need you. You have no idea how much I need you, no idea what it did to me when I lost you even after everything that happened. I just don’t want you to treat me like I’m made of glass.”

“I don’t treat you like you’re-“ He begins to say.

“Yes. You do. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to protect me, but you have to understand that I want to protect you too.”

He huffs out a breath, shoulders tensed, arms crossed over his muscular chest. “I do understand that. I just hate it when you do that, that you push me out of the way. I hate when you get hurt.”

“And I hate when you get hurt." You bite the inside of your cheek. "You say that you were angry that Homelander hurt me, but did you stop to consider what it did to me to see him try to hurt you? Do you know what it did to me to see him touch you?”

Ben stands there for a minute glaring down at you, before his gaze begins to soften. “No.” He grumbles.

“Exactly.”

You both stand there for a minute eyeing one another, daring the other to break the silence.

This is ridiculous.

Finally Ben, sighs out a breath and jerks you forward against his chest. The hug would be bone crushing for anyone else, but not to you.

“You’re so fucking annoying.” He mutters into the top of your head, while his body curves around yours.

“I love you too asshole.” You huff, hugging him back just as tight.

“See they always work it out.” Legend shrugs at Butcher. “Takes them a while to get there. They made my job so much harder in the 70’s. Though I will say it’s a relief that they’re finally admitting they love each other. Way too much sexual tension before, gave me anxiety.”

Ben pulls back to look at your face with another loud sigh. He still looks a little angry, but not angry enough to start shouting again. His thumb strokes against your cheek. “Are you okay?”

You nod once leaning into his touch. “Are you?” You brush back some of his dark hair out of his face, looking for bruises but you don’t see any.

“Yeah.” He nods.

“If the two of you are done, we have bigger things to worry about-“ Butcher begins to say.

“We are and we do.” You interrupt looking away from Ben to stare at Butcher. “I need to borrow your car.”

“Why?”

“I need to go back to the city.”

“What?” Ben sputters releasing you from his grasp.

“And I think it would be better if I went alone-“ You continue slowly.

Honestly you did think that it would be better if you went alone, but you didn’t want to. You wanted Ben to come with you, the problem was Rosemary.

“Like hell I’m letting you go alone with that son of a bitch flying around!” Ben shouts, temper flaring again.

“Which is why I have to go.” You try to say it diplomatically, try to have him understand without having to explain it. But there’s really no way around it, around any of this.

“No.”

“Ben please c-"

“Don’t tell me to calm down again! I’m not being crazy. You’re not going after him!” His eyes blaze a brilliant green, as he crosses his hands over his chest.

“Ben-“

“Why can’t you listen to me for once?”

“BEN!” You shout, grabbing his face and holding his cheeks between your palms to catch his attention.

“What?” Ben’s eyes lock with yours.

“I’m not going to the city to go after Homelander.”

He pauses confused. “Then why are you-“

And you just can’t take it anymore. You can’t hold it in any longer, can’t think of a way to tell him without just ripping the bandaid off. Your eyes meet his, apologetic, determined, and just a little bit fearful.

“I’m going back into the city to get our daughter.”

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A/N: I know I know, it's been a while and honestly I didn't mean to get hit by writer's block this bad 😂😭

But it kinda works out, because what better way to celebrate Father's Day than to tell Soldier Boy that he's a dad?

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Happy Birthday, Sebastian.

WARNINGS: BBU/BBU-Adjacent, mentions of alcoholic behavior, homophobia, bad parental relationships, talk of parental death

“You didn’t mention it’s your birthday,” is the first thing Jaime says when they get back in the car.

He’s getting better about that, Sebastian thinks. Initiating casual conversation on his own terms. On one hand, Sebastian is elated at the show of progress. On the other…

Sebastian winces. The well-meaning bank teller had checked his ID and wished him a happy birthday while Jaime stood in earshot, keeping his expression neutral until they were alone.

“I didn’t,” Sebastian agrees, retrieving the two lollipops he had swiped from the bank from his pocket. “Red or blue?” he asks, holding them out to Jaime.

He studies them for a few seconds—maybe trying to predict which one Sebastian prefers, maybe thinking about the strict rules around food inside the facility—before plucking the blue one from his hand.

“Thank you,” Jaime murmurs. Then, after a pause, “Sorry. Did you not want me to know?”

Sebastian pulls the wrapper off and pops the cherry sucker in his mouth, then shifts the car into gear to avoid Jaime’s eyes.

“It’s not a secret,” he assures him. “I just don’t like to make a big deal about it.” Or any deal at all. “I haven’t in a long time.”

For a moment, the only sound is the soft crinkle of Jaime’s wrapper as he unpeels and pockets it. “How long?” he asks.

Sebastian shrugs. “Few years,” he says, which might be understating things. He hasn’t had a real, proper, friends-gathered-round, cake-eating, too-many-shots-of-tequila birthday since his final year of undergrad.

Well. Except for the tequila. That part doesn’t require friends.

For a moment, he braces himself for the inevitable why, but Jaime doesn’t push. Of course he doesn’t. Instead, he says something much more true to character:

“I’m sorry.”

Sebastian flashes him a quick smile. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he says. “I’m hardly a social butterfly.”

“What about your friends? Do they know that you don’t like to celebrate it?”

“Kind of makes it easier that I don’t have any,” he says lightly. Or, at least he intends for it to sound light.

Jaime glances at him with what appears to be genuine confusion. “What about Aria and Sam? Ezra?”

And that makes Sebastian blink, because…

“Oh,” he says lamely, a small kernel of guilt and surprise forming. “Well, I guess… I mean, I didn’t know them until more recently. This was my first birthday since becoming… their friend, I guess.”

“What about your family?” It’s like Jaime hears his own question as it comes out, and surely he must feel the sudden tension that grips the silence between them, because he immediately backtracks. “Sorry,” he says quickly. “I shouldn’t have… That’s none of my business.”

The regret in his voice borders on fear, and Sebastian has to keep himself from reaching out to reassure him.

“It’s alright. You’re allowed to ask me questions, Jaime. My parents…” He has to stop and swallow around a rising lump. “They’re not really in the picture.”

“Oh.”

Jaime doesn’t ask for more, but the silence—and maybe it’s not just the silence, he thinks—makes more words rush to the surface, breaching the floodgates to a subject he rarely speaks about.

“I mean, they raised me,” he rambles. “They’re alive. But I haven’t spoken to them in a long time. Since I was eighteen, to be exact.” He stops, really thinking about the expanse of time that now bridges between now and then. It feels like a mile and an inch all at once. “Almost a decade, now,” he adds quietly.

Sebastian is fairly familiar with the careful way Jaime chooses his words, so he’s not surprised when he takes a while to chew his next ones over, patient and only a little bit nervous.

“I’m sure you have a good reason.”

“Ha,” the bitter noise startles out of Sebastian. “Yeah, no, it wasn’t quite my decision.”

“Oh,” Jaime whispers. “They…?”

Sebastian nods, keeping his eyes straight ahead and his grip steady on the wheel. “They are religious,” he said, keeping his voice detached. “Traditional. Whatever you want to call it. And they didn’t take kindly to their only son coming out.” Sebastian flashes him a wry grin. “In case you weren’t aware, I’m extremely gay.”

Jaime doesn’t return the smile. “They kicked you out?”

“Technically, I was already leaving. I told them right before I moved away to college, but… Yeah. They cut me off completely after that. Anyway,” he finishes ineloquently. “My birthday isn’t much of a problem for them, either.”

“I’m sorry,” Jaime repeats.

“Thanks, Jaime. It's okay, really. I’m fine now.” I’m fine now, he repeats internally, for good measure. I turned out fine.

For a moment, it almost seems like Jaime is going to argue, but he settles back into the seat instead, turning his head toward the window.

They’re a few minutes from home when Jaime speaks again.

“My parents were out of the picture, too,” he says softly.

Sebastian has to grip the wheel so as not to crash the car out of utter shock. Because he can count on approximately one finger the number of things he knows about Jaime’s past, and this piece of information carries weight he didn’t expect to be handed right now. He wants to cradle this secret between his palms with all the delicacy of balancing a bubble on skin.

“Yeah?” Sebastian nudges him carefully, stealing a glance in his periphery.

A single nod. “They died when I was young. Both of them. I... I grew up in foster care.”

It’s strange, what happens when you begin to build a relationship with someone from the ground up; how a piece of the puzzle can come in and snap others into place. How one sliver of context can start to paint a picture. How it can break your heart for the person sitting next to you, and also give you some insight on how they got there to begin with.

An ugly chain of events begins to take root in his mind: passed from one government system to another, another vulnerable statistic slipping through the cracks.

“I…,” Sebastian begins and immediately falters. “Jaime, I don’t...”

“I’m not supposed to talk about them,” Jaime says. "Or any of it."

“I know.”

“It’s hard to remember them clearly. It’s been so long.”

“You can talk about them with me,” Sebastian offers, knowing he is tiptoeing on precarious grounds. “If it helps to remember them.” Jaime nods, and Sebastian wishes he could reach over and take his hand. “How old were you? Only if you're comfortable saying.”

Sebastian watches the jerk of his throat as he swallows. “Eleven.”

“God, Jaime, you were just a baby.” You’re still so young.

They come to a stop in the driveway, and Sebastian kills the engine, plunging them into a heavy quiet. From beside him, Jaime’s hands are a constant twitch of nervous energy.

“I want to say something,” Jaime says. “I… I don’t want to overstep. I’m sorry if I…” He stops to clear his throat, then looks up, piercing Sebastian through the middle with a rare moment of held eye contact. “I think your parents are wrong. For wanting you out of their lives.”

The contempt dripping from the word "wrong"—a brand new edge to Jaime’s normally soft spoken tone—suggests there is something far worse he’d like to say. But the fact that Jaime has voiced this much negative emotion at all speaks volumes. And despite the sore spot of the subject matter, something like fondness glows bright in his chest.

He holds Jaime’s eyes for a few more seconds. “That’s nice of you to say.”

Jaime lets out a slow breath. He nods.

As they retrieve the paper grocery bags from the trunk, Jaime’s shoulder brushes warmly against his own for just a fleeting second. “Happy birthday, Sebastian,” he says.

When he smiles, the inner edge of his lips are tinted blue from the candy.

Sebastian, carefully, lets his shoulder nudge him back. “Thank you,” he says. “For that, and for telling me about your parents.”

He doesn’t say: your trust is the best gift I could have asked for. But he means it all the same.

****

When Sebastian comes out of his room, just after sunset, he stops short at the warm-sugared aroma of the house. His nose leads him to the kitchen, where he finds a small, circular cake sitting on the table. A singular candle flame flickers in the low light, and behind it, Jaime. The shadows dance over his mask of trepidation, his fidgeting hands held at waist height.

“I hope this doesn’t count as a big deal,” Jaime says quickly, as if he’s been rehearsing the words in his head. “I found a pack of candles in the back of the cabinet, and you already had all the ingredients to make it from scratch, so I figured…” He stops short, eyes widening. “Are you okay?”

It is only then that Sebastian feels the moisture beading down his cheek. He wipes it away, a breathy, startled laugh escaping him.

“I kind of want to hug you right now.” The words sort of stumble out without much thought, and he stiffens as he hears them, ready to snatch them back.

But Jaime says, “You can, if you want.” He must hear the passive choice of words as he says it, read the apprehension on Sebastian’s face, because he shakes his head and rephrases. “I want you to. I’d like to give you a hug.”

And then he’s stepping around the table, and Jaime is in front of him. He holds his eyes for a moment, checking and double checking that this is alright. When Sebastian raises his arms in invitation, just a few cautious inches, Jaime steps into them.

It’s slow and soft, and it doesn’t linger. Just a few precious seconds of Jaime’s hands pressed flat against Sebastian’s back, of Sebastian’s arms featherlight above Jaime’s shoulders, and the warm pulse of heartbeats where their chests touch between them.

The cake is still warm, the frosting slightly melty, when Sebastian takes his first bite. He nearly cries all over again at the taste. Sebastian makes sure to cut Jaime the slightly larger slice, and relishes in watching him finish the whole thing.

They spend the rest of their Saturday night curled under blankets on opposite ends of the sofa, with Bella stretched out between them. Jaime’s eyes start to drift during the opening credits of their third movie, and by the end he is fast asleep. Sebastian allows himself a few selfish moments to watch him at peace. His mouth hangs slightly agape. Bella, who has crawled onto Jaime’s chest at some point in the night, vibrates with soft purrs against his neck.

Sebastian blinks hard and remembers the wish he made as he blew out the candle—the first he had made since he was a child.

Please, let him be happy. Please, let him be free.

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holylulusworld · 1 day

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Gun for hire (4)

Summary: You’re his next target. Nothing else. Right?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Warnings: hiring a killer, Lloyd being Lloyd, sunshine reader, imlied character's death

Gun for hire (3)

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Lloyd puts on a show for Tommie. He slowly stalks toward your ex-boyfriend, a smirk on his lips and a knife in his left hand.

Lloyd ordered his men to strip Tommie and to restrain his wrists and ankles to the chair he was sitting on. They left him his plain cotton slip to cover his modesty.

“What do we have here?” Lloyd flashes Tommie a smile. Your ex-boyfriend fights the ropes holding him to the chair. He pants heavily and murmurs behind the makeshift gag Lloyd’s men made out of Tommie’s socks. “A piece of shit ready for the slaughter.”

Tommie sniffles behind the gag. He screams, desperate to tell Lloyd he’ll pay him any sum if only he shelters his life.

“Sunshine, I don’t wanna hear it,” Lloyd sits on a chair opposite Tommie. He crosses one leg over the other and sighs. “I told you about my rules. Now it’s too late. I’m not much into redemption.”

“Boss, we didn’t find money. All he had with him is over there,” the one reaching Tommie first says. He hands a phone and keys to Lloyd. “Nothing else.”

“Good job,” Lloyd nods in approval. “Enjoy your week off. Now leave me alone with my new friend. I think we need to have a serious conversation with Tommie boy…”

The panic in Tommie rises when the man capturing him silently leaves the room. He doesn’t know why he believed having the man there would keep Lloyd from killing him.

“Ple-ase,” he screams behind the gag the moment Lloyd gets back up from his seat. He shakes his head and struggles against the ropes.

“Relax,” Lloyd pats his cheek. “We have all the time in the world…”

Back and forth. You’re rocking back and forth. It’s all you can do. Somewhere in this large place Llyod Hansen, the man who came to end your life, is torturing your ex-boyfriend.

You should be happy, or gleeful. Tommie wanted to kill you and even hired two killers to get rid of you. For what – a house and a car. He wanted to take your life to make another woman happy.

Still, you don’t have it in you to wish pain or death on him. This isn’t you. All your life you tried to be a good person and help others. Even if Tommie tried to kill you, this is no reason for you to do the same to him.

Maybe, if the new woman in him didn’t influence him, he’d never do such a thing. Tommie wasn’t a bad person before he met her.

You shake your head. No. Tommie always was selfish in any way. You just didn’t want to see what was right in front of your eyes, believing you could change him for the better.

Sadly, he’s not a dog you can teach how to behave.

“What do I do?” You wring your hands. “What will he do to me after he’s done with Tommie?”

Sucking in a breath you hear the door to the bedroom Lloyd brought you to unlock. A petite woman in a maid outfit walks inside. She doesn’t look at you, nor does she say a word.

The woman places a tray with food and a bottle of water on the bed. She glances at you before turning to leave the room.

You’d love to talk to her but know better. Just like the men working for Lloyd, she wouldn’t answer your questions.

As much as you hate to admit it, you’re starving. It’s been hours since you ate your ordered food. Your stomach rumbles and you’ve got no other choice than to dig into the food.

“Ah, I see you’re enjoying the food,” Lloyd walks past the maid to enter the room. “Is it any good?” He questions while sitting next to you on the bed. “I took care of your little problem.”

Lloyd steals a green bean from your plate. He watches you still the fork, a smirk on his lips. “What now?” You feel an icy shiver run through your body. He kept his promise and killed Tommie. Not for you, of course. Lloyd killed the man not paying him for his service.

“Well,” he snatches another bean from your plate, “you paid me well to get rid of your ex-boyfriend.” Lloyd grins when you turn your head to look at him. “I got more money than he’d ever pay me.”

“What? I—no!” You shake your head. “I didn’t pay you a single buck!”

“Oh, yes,” he laughs when you look at him like a confused puppy. “Did you forget that you sold your house to pay me? I just received the money.”

You gape at Lloyd. This can’t be real. You’re sure you did not sell your house to pay him for murdering your ex-boyfriend.

“See,” he gets his phone out of his pocket to show you a transaction. “I received the transaction this morning. You’re officially my best customer this month.”

“What?” You feel like you are losing your sense of reality. Lloyd must be lying. If not, you lost your mind over the last few days.

He sighs exasperated. “Cupcake. Do you remember my rules?” Lloyd angrily asks. You nod hastily. “I do not kill people for free. You paid me to keep you safe and kill your ex-boyfriend. Which means, you gotta stay here for the time being until I find out if Tommie boy hired a more talentless hitman.”

Lloyd gets up from the bed. He looks you up and down before leaving the room. The lock clicks and you sit there in uncomfortable silence.

You didn’t pay him, but Lloyd made it look like you did. Why? Why would he do such a thing?

“Why?”

Lloyd watches you pace the bedroom. Back and forth. Back and forth until your feet are hurting. You clutch your hands to your chest, and sigh.

“Boss, what about the woman? Do we get rid of her too?”

“She paid me well to protect her,” Lloyd dips his head to look at the man working for him. The man nods and swallows the words burning on his tongue. If he says something wrong, he’ll end up dead too. “She will stay here for the time being. That woman is officially under my protection.”

“Got it, boss. I’ll tell the others.”

“Do that,” Lloyd turns his attention back toward the monitors on the wall. He leans back to watch you sit on the bed. He waits until he’s alone to pump up the volume. “What do I do with you now, cupcake…”

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masonmontz · 2 days

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heeey, how are you? hope you like this one :)

english is not my first language, i’m sorry if you see something wrong

angst

word count: 3.275k

part 2 SOON

Manchester is your home for years and one of your favorite places in the world, not just because of the beautiful places but all your friends and your favorite people are there too. Your family always come to visit you and finally you don’t feel alone being there.

You were 23 when you move from London to Manchester, you got a place on a cooking course you've been dreaming about for a long time and you had to move.

But you had to leave some things behind.

Or someone.

You met Mason when you were twenty-two and he was eighteen, four years younger but he was your favorite since the day you two met. He was funny and gentle and it was no surprise when you were totally in love with him, even though he's three years younger. In fact, he had a little trouble winning you over since you were reluctant about the age difference.

But how can you not fall in love with Mason Mount?

Things were going very well between you two. You loved his family and they loved you, just as your family loved him too - especially your father and brother, who were true football fans.

But just like everything in life, bad times come and cannot be avoided.

You had already taken some cooking courses and were always studying in search of knowledge, but the one in Manchester was a real dream and you could even have the chance to open your own business when you graduated.

You still remember the conversation with Mason when you decided to move.

6 YEARS AGO

“I passed the course in Manchester.” you say, lying in Mason’s chest. You've been waiting for the results for a few days and yesterday you finally got the answer, but you haven't told Mason anything until now.

“Oh my God, are you serious?” he asks and you agree, smiling at him. “I knew it. I’m so happy for you, love.” He hugs you and leaves a kiss on your forehead, celebrating with you.

“Yeah, I was afraid I wouldn't get a place on the course but I’m happy now” You get out of bed and look for your pj’s that were thrown across the room as soon as Mason arrived at your apartment.

“You didn't believe me when I said you could do it.” He says and sits on your bed, sleepy, after a game against Arsenal in North London and spend some hours in your bed, he was totally tired.

You look at him. He yawns and you look at his beautiful face, with almost no beard because he's young, the messy hair and his body wearing nothing under the sheets. You feel like you might start crying at the beautiful sight, a sight only you see when you two are lost in your own world.

“You’re right.” You say and go to the kitchen just to get a glass of water. Your heart races. You feel Mason approaching before you even see him, he holds you by your waist, leaving a kiss on the back of your neck. “We need to talk, Mase.”

“U-hu.” He agrees and goes to the fridge, looking for something to eat. “About what?”

“About us.” You say and he stares at you. “I’m moving to Manchester.”

“I know babe, but I can drive, you can drive here, there's also the train and I don't have games every day.” You shake your head, knowing this won't work. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I don’t think this is gonna work, Mase.”

“Y/N, what?” He looks lost and dropped his food on the counter, sitting on a chair. “We are not breaking up.”

“Yes Mason, we are.” Your voice shakes and you feel a tear run down your face.

Mason doesn't say anything, and neither do you. You walk up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, but he pushes you away, not wanting your touch.

“Mase, please” You speak with a tearful voice.

“Why, Y/N? Why?” He asks, looking at you. Your heart breaks into a million pieces when you see tears falling down his face too. “Are you going to give up on us like this? You'll only be there for a year, for god's sake!”

“Mason, what if I move there permanently? What would we do? See each other just on our vacations?” You shouted at him, making him startle at your tone. “Sorry.”

“We would find a way.” He says and you cry harder, closing your eyes and listening to his cry. “You're not even giving us another chance.”

“Don’t say that, Mase.” You say and he gets up from his chair, walking past you. “You are so young, you have so much to enjoy with your friends, with Chelsea. You won't be able to do this stuck with me.”

“What the fuck, I'm not stuck with you, I'm with you because I love you.” He yells at you, crying.

“You’re just nineteen, you don’t know anything about love.” You know you've crossed the line, but you're not in a position to control the words that come out of your mouth.

“Yeah, right, I'm just a silly boy who liked an older woman. I’m just fun for her.”

“Mason, that’s not true.” You follow him as he goes to your room, picking up his own clothes from the floor and putting them on, completely ignoring you. “Mason, listen to me.”

“No, Y/N.” He says and picks up his backpack from the floor where he brought his clothes. “I feel so stupid. I would never give up on us the same way you are doing now.”

“You don’t understand.” You yell at him once again.

“Cause I’m just nineteen, yeah?” He laughs ironically, but the tears don’t stop falling. “Don't you think I could make you happy?”

“I never said that, Mason.”

“It doesn’t matter now, I’m leaving.” He says and walks to the door, but turns one last time to look at you. “I don’t think I can love another person in the same way I love you. I gave my heart to you and you didn't do it the same way.”

“I’m sorry.” You speak quietly, but you know he heard you. “I love you Mason.”

“I don’t think you do.”

NOW

The course lasted a year and after that one of the professors invited you to work with him. You worked at his restaurant for almost three years until you finally opened your own business. The salary was incredible and you were able to save it until you had enough money to open your cafe, a place where you serve lunch, sandwiches and had the best pastry shop in Manchester - according to your customers.

“So, when are you going to a Manchester United game with me?” Emily, your employee, asks.

“Uh, never.” You answer her. “You know I don’t like football.”

“I know, but Sunday is my birthday and I really want you there with me and my friends.”

“Your teenage friends?”

“Alright, I know you are older but you are really cool and they like you too as much as I do.”

“I mean, I could be your mother.”

“Oh, shut up, you’re just twenty-nine.” She laughs. “Y/N, please, you are always wonderful with me, you are funny and I will really appreciate it if you go.”

“I’m not going to the game, but I promise I’m coming to the party at the club, okay?”

“Perfect.” She turns and goes to a table to serve a customer. You sigh.

You actually like football, but football reminds you of the past, a past that took you a long time to forget. Or to leave aside.

You suffered a lot when things ended between you and Mason, it was very difficult living alone in Manchester in the first few months and most days you just wanted to call him and tell how much you missed him.

A few days after you broke up, Mason removed you from social media and you avoided him everywhere, even his family.

Time passes, wounds heal.

You made real friends in Manchester, you were really happy to have such special people. It wasn't always possible to avoid the news and sometimes you'd see Mason on television at a game, in an interview or on a gossip channel.

Even your friends commented on him, as they didn't know he was your ex-boyfriend. You ignored every time a friend said he was the most handsome player in the Premier League, that they would like to spend a night with him or the times they commented about women he was shagging.

There were many women.

And about a year ago he became a Manchester United player.

You heard all over town that Mason Mount was the team's new midfielder, but you also heard people commenting that he was a traitor, a snake. Luckily, you never saw him around Manchester and you would never go to a game knowing you would see him in person for the first time in years.

“Heey, Y/N. I’m so happy you are here.” Emily say as soon as she sees you. She stumbles and seems more excited than ever. “Wow, you are very beautiful.”

“Thank you, Em.” You say, looking at yourself. You are wearing a short, tight pink dress. Loose hair and heels that will hurt your feet. The result looked great to you in the mirror. Emily hugs you.

“Are you drunk?” You ask and she agrees, laughing. “Oh my God.”

“Let’s have fun, please, don’t be and old lady tonight.”

“I’m sorry. I’m gonna get myself a drink.”

You go to the bar and buy a drink, going back to the place reserved for Emily's party. She invited a lot of people, you recognize most of them, since they always go to see Emily at work. Some of her friends talk to you, but most of the time you just watch the various people dancing on the dance floor while you sip your drink.

“Y/N, how are you?” Lucca, one of her friends, comes closer to you.

“Hi Lucca, I’m fine, and you?” He agrees and you realize he's drunk too.

“I always thought you were pretty, you know?” You take a sip of your drink to keep from laughing at him. “But I don't have the courage to ask you out.”

“I’m sorry Lucca, how old are you?”

“I’m eighteen.”

“Yeah, I’m twenty-nine, nothing will happen.” He grimaces but agrees.

“Oh, everybody stay calm, Manchester United players are here.” Emily appears, celebrating that her team is here. “Oh, they probably have a reserved seat.”

“Hey, don't get upset, enjoy your birthday." You say.

But now you only think about leaving, even without knowing if he's here. You refuse to look at the entrance and see the players. You don't know if you're ready to see Mason again after so many years. You don't even know if he remembers you after so many women in his bed.

You can see Emily and her friends get embarrassed as the players walk past you, showing off to them. You hold your breath as you see those tall men walking past you, but you still turn your back as they pass to the place reserved for them. When Emily turns to face the players who passed by, you sigh when you realize there are none left.

“I'll get another drink.” You say but no one hears you because of the loud music.

As you take two steps to the bar, someone bumps into you hard, making you stumble forward and bump into someone else. A large hand holds your wrist and stops you from falling or tripping again.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

But it was too late to run away.

Because it's Mason in front of you. Holding you. His face is as shocked as yours.

Your heart races seeing the man you loved there in front of you. That's what he is now, a man, no longer a boy.

“Y/N?” He looks confused and lost and you know you have the same expression in your face. “What are you doing here?”

“Mason, hey.” You say, panting. “I didn't expect to see you.”

You can see from the corner of your eyes that Emily is shocked along with her friends, staring at you and Mason.

“Uh, I- I don’t know. Nice to see you.” He says and you can see his cheek turn red. “Can I hug you?”

You look at him for a few seconds, but nod with a shy smile. He comes over and gives you a big hug, holding you by the waist while placing his head on your neck. You feel his hands shaking, but you're just as nervous as he is.

“I can believe you are here.” He lets you go, giving you a smile.

“Yeah, it's my friend's birthday.” You point at Emily and her eyes widen when Mason turns and looks at her, waving at her quickly.

“Nineteen?” He says when he sees the balloons with the numbers.

“Yeah, she's my employee too, that's why I'm here.” You say and see some people surrounding you, probably wanting to take a picture with Mason. “I'll leave you alone, I'm going to the bar to get a drink.”

Mason looks like he wants to say something but someone interrupts him, so you turn your back and walk to the bar.

You need fresh air, to be honest.

The bar was full but you found a place to sit and ask the barman for a drink. It’s hard to know what feelings you are feeling right now, not because of the time you spent apart, but because you were sure you had no feelings for him right now. Totally wrong.

Everything you felt when you broke up came to you like a shot.

When the barman handed you your drink, you thanked him and turned back to Emily. She and her friends were talking very loud about the players and you tried to ignore them, but failed.

“Y/N, can you tell me, please, what Mason was saying to you?” She begged. “Why did he gave you a hug?”

“Cause we know each other.” She doesn't look convinced. “I’m from London.”

“Why didn't you ever tell me you knew him?”

“It’s not a big deal, Em.” She shrugs and takes the drink from your hand.

“Let’s do shots.”

An hour later you could barely see straight. Emily made you take five shots of tequila and you don't know how you'll work tomorrow. You didn't see Mason after you met him the first time and you were relieved about that.

You were happy when Emily's older brother arrived with his girlfriend and you could talk to two older people, but they were drunk as you and the conversations were messed up.

“Why are these players so hot?” Sarah, a friend of Emily, says to you. “I mean, they have those big legs and muscular arms, so, so hot.” She points to a place you hadn’t see yet and your eyes go straight to Mason, who is talking to a beautiful woman and one of the players.

Maybe it's the fact that you're drunk, but he looks so handsome that you can't stop staring at him. He is wearing a white shirt, pants and white sneakers. No one can look this good in simple clothes.

“I agree.” Mason seems to feel your gaze on him and turns his head, his gaze meeting yours and making him smile shyly. You try to hide it and feel your cheek turn red when he sees you. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

The place is full of people and you have a little trouble finding the bathroom, but you do and stay there for a few seconds, a little away from the noise and crowd. You feel dizzy and decide to get water.

But when you leave the bathroom, even with a few people in the small hallway, you can see Mason standing there, leaning against the wall. His face lights up when he sees you walking up to him.

“Hey, I thought you left.” He says, smiling again.

“No, I’m just feeling dizzy after all those drinks.”

“You’re okay?” He looks worried, but you nod and say you're fine.

“Yeah, it’s late and I think I’m going home now.”

“I can take you home, I'm leaving too.”

“No, Mase, it’s not necessary. I’ll call a taxi.”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I didn't drink and I can take you home safe.” He doesn't seem like he's going to give up on the idea and you finally agree.

“Just let me say goodbye to Emily.” He agrees and follows you there. You can perfectly feel his body almost touching yours as you walk towards you friend.

“Em, I’m going home.” You give her a hug and say goodbye to her other friends, but before you leave, she pulls you by the arm.

“What is Mason Mount doing here?” She asks.

“He’s driving me home.”

“I bet you have a lot to tell me tomorrow.”

“That’s a nice place.” Mason says when he finally finishes looking around your apartment. “Feeling better?” You mumble, still lying on the couch.

The ride home was fine until you felt sick from the drinks you had. Mason stopped the car in the middle of the road for you to vomit and it was the most humiliating moment of your life.

“I’m too old for this.” Mason laughs and sits on the couch next to you. Even after he dropped you off at home, you told him he could leave, but he didn't want to leave you alone. How embarrassing is it to throw up in front of your ex boyfriend?

“You’re not old. You've never been a person who can handle a lot of drinks, have you?”

“You’re right.” You close your eyes. “Really Mason, you can go if you want, I’m feeling better.”

“No. I’m staying with you.” He says and you look at him. “I’m happy to see you tonight.”

You smile softly at him, sitting on the couch.

“I really thought I'd never see you again, Y/N.” He sighs and scratches his hair. “I was very sad when we broke up, maybe I said the wrong things but then I understood that it was the best choice for our relationship. It would never work out apart from each other.”

“For a long time I wondered if I had made the right choice.”

“You did, and I thank you for it.” He places a hand on your knee, which is resting close to him. “But I missed you so much at first. Mum didn't know what to do to cheer me up. I took it all out on the field.”

“I’m sorry, Mason.” You say and he looks at you. “I missed you too, so much. I was alone here and had no one to talk.” You start. “But I wouldn't do anything different. I built something and you have an incredible career now, maybe if we were together you wouldn't have any of this.”

“Yeah, but now I think London doesn't like me so much.” He confesses. “Things got bad at Chelsea, I let a lot of people down.”

“I heard something about that.” You approach him, hugging him and laying your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for that too.”

“It’s fine, I’m happy here.” He leaves a kiss in your hair and you pull away.

“Things will be fine, Mason, you'll see.”

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