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any angsty topics, any fluffy topics and certain smut but trust it will be bad as i am a virgin.
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Summary: reader's car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and ends up in the mountains with a very strange man
WC: ~7.3k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI - creepy manipulative panty stealing Pope, strange man in a strange place, woman all alone in a strange place with a strange man, woman stays with said creepy man all alone, body hair, mention of murder, oral sex, masturbation
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The California home held too many memories. It hurt him too much to be there now. Too many memories of Catherine… Baz… Smurf. He needed to get out of that house, out of the state for his own sake, for the sake of his mental health. He chose the furthest place he could think of that would hold no memories of his trauma: the Appalachian mountains. He took all the money he could get his hands on and launder before booking it out of the state and heading east… way east.
He’d found a very old home there in the mountains that someone had built generations ago and generations had lived in it until the old lady living there passed and she had no living relatives to take care of the place. He’d gotten it pretty cheap because it was old and whoever had the title now didn’t want the burden of it. He’d given a pretty low offer (not expecting to actually pay that) and they’d accepted it. He could fix it up, he was sure. Even if it was the most dilapidated structure he’d ever seen (and that was saying something).
But at least he’d be at peace here. There was a town some miles from the house. Hardly anyone bothered him up here. He’d made sure to be pretty aloof when interacting with anyone he did come across. He wanted peace out here and he was going to get it.
He’d let his curls grow out and he’d grown out his beard. There was no one to front for or impress here so he could just let himself be. For once. No one was telling him how to act or what to do. He puttered around the place, fixing up whatever he could.
He’d taken enough money to sustain himself for sometime. When the time came, he could travel to a job or actually get an honest one in town. A mechanic garage was always advertising that they needed help. Maybe he’d actually enjoy honestly earning some money at some point.
-
Whoever thought trying to drive your way from the middle of the country to one end of it alone was “fun” was stupid. You. It was you. You were stupid (God forbid a woman get a wild idea). You got a flat tire somewhere in rural Tennessee where you knew absolutely no one. You walked a few miles to a local convenience store to ask for help. You were sure you looked like a mess. You were absolutely exhausted and you were probably sweaty and red faced.
“Can I help yuh, darlin’?” The cashier asked you in a calm soothing accent.
“I uh I have a flat tire a few miles back…I need some help.”
“Well…Jack is great with cars, aren’t yuh, Jack?” The cashier gestured behind you.
You turned around to look at the man standing a few feet behind you. He was about 5’9” with unruly long dark reddish brown curls, a good dark beard, and hazel eyes.
Jack shrugged. “I’m okay.” He had a tiny hint of an accent, nothing like the cashier’s.
“Won’t you help a little lady out? Take her back in your truck and see?”
His eyes were on you now. It took him a few seconds to speak. And when he did, he spoke slowly and softly. “Sure, I can do that. I’ve got stuff in my truck.”
You knew getting into a vehicle alone with a man you didn’t know was not smart either but in such a remote area, you really had no choice. So you let him pay for his things and you followed him out to his truck.
“You new to the area?” He asked, just making casual and polite conversation as he unlocked his vehicle.
“It that obvious?”
“You’re shaking. You’re on edge. You’re nervous. Yes, it’s obvious.”
“Great…” you murmured. You would be driving out of town with someone who knew how nervous you were to be alone with him.
“I know you probably won’t believe me but I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m just gonna drive you back and get your tire changed. Up you go.” He helped hoist you up into his truck. You stiffened as he’d grasped your arm briefly to help you up. “There’s a gun in the glove box…just so you know.”
Why would he tell me that? You checked before he got in the driver’s seat. And there it was.
“For safety.” He assured you as he settled into the driver’s seat. “Not to harm you. I promise.”
“If you say so.”
“I do say so. I’m tryin’ to make you believe me.”
“I’m a woman alone in an unfamiliar place in a truck with a strange man.”
“You’re just gonna have to trust me. I’m trying to…what do yuh need, huh? What would help you…relax?”
“Just let me breathe for a few seconds.”
“Of course. Take all the time you need. I’ll keep quiet and keep my hands on the wheel. I won’t make any sudden moves.”
You took several deep breaths. He kept his promise and stayed still and quiet with his hands on the steering wheel where you could see them. You tried to settle down, get your heart rate down.
“Could we try to find a classical music station, please?”
“Not much gets through out here but you’re certainly welcome to try.”
You flipped through the stations until Bach came through clear on one. You closed your eyes and continued to breathe deeply.
“Whenever you’re ready to head out, just let me know.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. I know I can be intimidating. I’m really not trying to make you particularly nervous.”
“I’m getting that impression…”
“Good. That’s good.”
“You could still be lulling me into a false sense of security.”
“I don’t know how to convince you that I’m not gonna kill you.”
“I don’t know if you can convince me.”
“We seem to be at an impasse, then. Unless you just wanna get out of the truck and be stuck here.”
“I don’t want to be stuck here.”
“Should I drive you to your vehicle, then?”
“I-I guess, yeah. Fuck.”
“Hold the gun if it’ll make you feel safer.”
“I don’t know how to use one.”
“Safety’s on. Just play keep away.”
“I’m pretty sure you could get it away from me pretty easily.”
“I got a hammer in the back you could hold, smash my hands before I could use them to grab the gun from you.” He suggested.
“How would you drive, then?”
He shrugged. “With my feet. But you wouldn’t want me to be able to drive, would you?”
“You can do that?”
“We could find out. Or you could smash my toes too just to make sure I couldn’t drive you somewhere no one would find you.” He leant in toward you and looked very intensely into your eyes before his features softened and he backed off.
The tension left you a bit more as you laughed a little bit. He glanced at you and smiled slightly.
-
He sighed from his place on the ground next to your car. “Well you jacked up more than your tire.”
You gazed down upon him. “Shit, really?”
He nodded and stood up slowly. “Your car needs to be realigned. Several parts need to be replaced as well. I can hook it up to my truck and take it into the garage in town. But it’s gonna take a minute to fix it. It’s a miracle this hunk of junk held out on you for as long as it has.”
You sighed deeply. “Am I stuck here?”
He gave you a sympathetic look. “Looks like. We got one motel in town if you’d like to stay there. Plenty of vacant rooms there.”
You sighed deeply again. “Great. Strange place…all alone. Any idea how long it’s gonna take to fix?”
“Unfortunately, no, I don’t. But if you don’t wanna be in the motel… you could stay at my place. I have a spare bedroom.”
You gave him a once over. “The motel seems safer.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
“I will. Thank you.”
“But you are not gonna like that motel. Charlie, the guy who owns it? He’s a fucking creep. Steals women’s panties.”
You scoffed. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m being completely serious. He’s a creep. I’d avoid him if I were you.”
“Says the creep trying to coax me into his house where he lives alone in the fucking mountains.”
He put his hands up. “Feel free to take your chances with Charlie the Creep. I won’t stop you.” That was a lie. He absolutely would stop you from checking into that motel (even if he was embellishing a little bit when it came to Charlie, the man who managed it) by any further means necessary.
“Take me to the motel, please.”
“Alright… get back in the truck, then. I’ll hook your car up and take it to the garage.”
“Thank you.”
He smiled at you and it seemed genuine. “It’s no problem.”
You sat in the truck as he hooked your car up to it to take it to the garage in town. He was silent the whole drive to the garage to drop off the car.
“You’re still sure you wanna go to the motel? It’d be a lot more comfortable at my place.”
“I’m sure. Thank you.”
“Alright. We’ll go to the shitty ass motel.”
“It can’t be that bad.”
“It’s worse than you’re probably imagining.”
“Can I at least see for myself?”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He murmured.
“We’ll see.”
“We will.” He assured you.
“You’re really so sure?”
“I am, yeah.”
-
The motel was definitely not making you feel super safe. It was an older building and obviously not very well maintained. Charlie seemed to be about Jack’s age. His eyes also lingered on your breasts as you talked to him and explained that you’d need a room but you didn’t exactly know how long you’d be staying.
“Well let’s just hook you right up, sweetheart.” Charlie smiled and you didn’t know if he had intended for it to be reassuring or if he’d intended it to be unsettling. Either way, you were unsettled.
Charlie began to place a hand on your lower back but Jack immediately replaced it with his own. Charlie shot Jack a glance but continued on ahead to show you both to the room.
Jack leant in towards your ear. “See? I told you.”
“Shush.” You shushed him as you took his hand off your back.
Charlie unlocked a pretty scratched up door with a pretty worn looking key. He opened the creaky door once he’d unlocked it.
“Don’t worry. I cleaned in here recently.” He assured you.
You entered the room. And you wondered what century he’d meant by saying “recently”. There was definitely still dust on the surfaces. So much so, it made you sneeze. The sheets looked old, like they hadn’t been replaced in a while. The bed looked like it needed repairing. You wondered if the TV worked. And you definitely didn’t see mouse droppings near the mini fridge (that you dare not look inside).
“You know what? I think I’ll see alternative accommodations. But thank you.”
You exited the room. Jack made to go after you, but Charlie stopped him and tugged him closer. “What the fuck did you do? I literally just cleaned this room last week.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jack kept a straight face before exiting the room after you.
-
“Make yourself at home. I could make you some eggs or somethin’ like that if you’re hungry. Dunno when you last ate.”
It took you a few seconds to reply to him. “A while ago, actually.” Your stomach grumbled as if to confirm for you that your body indeed needed sustenance.
“Then I guess I should feed you.” He huffed but then he smiled at you to let you know you weren’t an annoyance.
You sat at his table waiting for him to serve you. You surveyed your surroundings. The mountain home seemed very rustic and basic but a simplistic beauty. There were a few renovation projects in progress that you could see and a few that seemed to be completed and a few that it seemed he hadn’t gotten started on yet.
“Has this been a labor of love for you?” You asked him from the table.
He looked back at you briefly from the kitchen. “What?” His voice sounded distant even if he wasn’t that far away from you. His mind seemed far away.
“Is this a labor of love for you, this house?”
You couldn’t see him shrug but he followed it up with words. “More like something that’s just gotta get done. This place was a dilapidated mess when I first got here. I couldn’t live like that. So I had to fix it up.”
“Are you doing it yourself?”
“I’m doing what I can by myself, which is most of it, thankfully.”
“Do you enjoy the work?”
“I enjoy the solitude.”
You did not speak for another few minutes. “I’m sorry if uh if my being here-”
“It doesn’t.” His voice came from behind you.
You jumped a bit as he’d appeared behind you. How long had he been there? You hadn’t heard his footsteps approaching you. “O-Oh um… alright, then.”
“I made sausage patties.” He set a plate down in front of you. “I hope you like that form. I can’t stand links.”
“Patties are fine.”
“Good. Lemme get a plate for myself, then I’ll eat with ya.”
“Alright.”
“Don’t feel like you have to wait for me to eat, though. You go ahead.”
Once he’d gotten his plate, he sat across from you. He didn’t eat, though. He just watched you eat.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“Not really.”
“But you fixed yourself a plate.”
He frowned down at said plate. “It just seemed like the appropriate thing to do.”
“To make two plates?”
“I didn’t wanna just leave you here to eat alone. But it seemed weird for me to just be sitting here.”
“You are just sitting there, though.”
He frowned again. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I can leave you be if you’d rather.”
“No, it’s okay. I just thought it was odd. You made a plate for yourself even though you weren’t hungry and aren’t going to eat. That’s just gonna get cold.”
He stared down at the food like it personally offended him. “Yeah… I didn’t think about that.”
“You don’t have to eat with me. You can just sit. Or if you have work to do, you can go do that. I won’t be offended.”
“I wanna make sure you like the food. You should eat it before yours gets cold.”
“I could tell you later if I liked it.”
He did not respond to this. Instead, he ordered you to: “eat your food.”
“Suit yourself.” You shrugged as you began to eat.
-
You both stood in his spare bedroom.
“It’s not much but it’s a bed. There’s drawer and closet space. Bathroom’s down the hall. You can put whatever toiletries you need to in there. I just ask that you keep everything fairly tidy. I don’t do well with messes.”
“I can be neat.” You agreed.
He nodded. “I’d appreciate it.”
You smiled. “No problem.”
“Alright, I’ll leave you to get settled. I’ll be around if you need anything. Just give me a holler.”
“It’s… Jack, right?”
He took a second to nod and respond to you. “Yeah. Jack.”
“Well, I’ll give you a holler if I need you, Jack. Thank you.”
He nodded. “Good.” He stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before he exited the room to give you some privacy.
You began to unpack the couple of suitcases you had and one duffel bag. You put everything like clothes away in the closet and drawers. You took your toiletries bag out of your duffel bag and meandered over to the bathroom down the hall. He didn't have much. He obviously lived a very simple life so there was plenty of room for your things.
-
“Jesus Christ.” You exclaimed as you’d turned around to just see him there in the bathroom doorway. “Can I help you?”
He just stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you. “Dinner’s ready. I made steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans.”
You nodded, though you were entirely dumbfounded. “Alright um some reason you couldn’t wait to tell me?”
He shrugged. “You said you were hungry earlier. I thought you’d like to know that food’s ready whenever you are.”
“Well I’m kinda taking a shower at the moment,” you stated the obvious, “so can I get a little privacy please?”
“I wasn’t gonna look at you.” He defended himself. He also made no move to leave the bathroom. And he was very clearly looking at your body now and not your face.
“Wasn’t going to? What happened?” You asked curiously.
He met your eyes. “I dunno…”
And then he was just… meandering right back out of the bathroom and down the hall like he hadn’t been in there watching you for God knows how long before you noticed him.
What the fuck? You thought to yourself after he’d retreated completely.
You finished showering and dried off. You went to change and could’ve sworn that you’d left your panties underneath your shirt in the pile you’d laid out but maybe you had left them on top of them.
Your dinner is already plated when you go into the dining room. He was standing behind your chair and then pulled it out for you.
“Thank you.” You told him softly before he went around the table to sit across from you.
“I don’t normally cook a whole lot for other people so I hope it’s to your liking.”
The steak was delicious, it was well cooked as were the potatoes and green beans. “It’s delicious.”
He nodded, satisfied. “Good.”
“You gonna eat this time?”
He nodded and slowly began to eat. You observed him as he ate slowly and meticulously.
-
“You look mighty lonely over there.” He observed as he lounged on the couch and you sat in a chair a little ways away. You were reading. He was watching an MMA fight on the big screen TV.
“Do I?” You didn’t look up at him.
“Mhm. The seat next to me is wide open.” He patted the seat next to him.
You hesitantly get up from your chair to join him on the couch a bit farther away than he’d indicated.
He chuckled. “You can get closer if you want, I’m not gonna bite you.” There was a glint of something in his eye that you couldn’t quite interpret.
If you wanted to, you could get closer. Do you dare, though?
“I’m good over here. Thank you, though.”
“Suit yourself.”
“I will, thank you.” You continued to read.
He continued to watch the TV but would glance at you every so often.
-
You awoke early one morning and couldn’t find Jack. He usually was up before you (you wondered if he ever slept actually) drinking coffee and making breakfast. But he wasn’t in the kitchen or the bathroom or his bedroom.
Then you spot him outside chopping wood. He didn’t seem to notice you yet. You watched as he swung the ax and as it split the wood. It was cold up here in the mountains so he was wearing a delicious flannel that didn’t do a very good job at hiding his biceps as he moved.
Suddenly, he turned his head and his gaze was on you. He’d caught you red handed and hot faced. You couldn’t avert your eyes from him quickly enough. He knew you’d been watching him and he knew you’d liked what you’d seen. He lifted his hand to beckon you outside but you stood stock still. You were frozen. You couldn’t move. You’d just been ogling this strange man you barely knew and he wanted you to go be nearer to him? No fucking way.
But he just kept staring at you. His eyes seemed to bore in your very soul. He motioned with his hand again, almost daring you not to comply. Your feet took you towards the sliding patio door. Your hand raised to push it open and your feet took you outside, your bare feet cool on the deck.
“You don’t have ta stay all alone in there, ya know. You can come out here in the sun and watch me. Would you like a Mai Tai?”
“How very Californian of you.”
Well… you could take the man out of the state…
“Or whatever cocktail you want… if you’re gonna enjoy yourself over there.”
“I-I wasn’t…”
“Oh? No? You weren’t staring out at me from in there?” The small amused smile on his face eased some of the anxiety inside of you.
“I didn’t mean to stare.”
“I’m not much to look at.”
“What makes you say that?”
He just shrugged. “I mean I uh I don’t really… perceive myself like that or at all really physically speaking.”
“Huh… must be nice.”
He cocked his head. “To not perceive myself physically?”
“Yeah. What do you see when you look in the mirror?”
“My body. I never feel any particular way about it. It just is what it is. It’s different for women, though, isn’t it?”
“It can be.”
“It that way for you?”
“Sometimes.” You admitted.
“C’mere.” He beckoned you forth again.
“Why?” You asked slowly.
“Just come over here. I’m gonna show you what your body can do. Come on.”
“Um… okay…” you slowly moved forward, your feet again moving without you really thinking about it.
Once you were within his reach, he guided you by your shoulders so you’re standing in front of the tree stump. He got you some protective glasses and some gloves. Once you were where he wanted you after you were all protected, he put the ax in your hands.
“Straighten your back.” One hand was planted on your lower back.
“I can’t swing an ax.” You protested. “I can’t chop wood.”
“Yes, you can.” He assured you softly. “I’ll guide you.”
His hands covered yours on the ax. His body was behind yours, his broad chest was against your back. You could feel his heat radiate through you, it sent a thrill through your own body.
“Relax but stand up straight.” He murmured in your ear. “Firm grip but not too tight.”
He lifted the ax above your heads and then swung down to hit the log, splitting it in one go.
“You did that, not me.” You pointed out.
He backed off of you and you mourned the loss of his body being so close to yours. “Okay, hot shot, so do it yourself.” He gestured to the stump.
He shook your head. “I’m not that strong. I’ll hurt myself.”
“I’m right here behind you, come on.” He replaced the log. “Take a swing at it.”
You positioned the ax over your head and took a swing, trying to aim well and you did hit the log but you didn’t split it.
“You hit it!”
“But I didn’t split it.”
“Hit it again and you will. Don’t expect to be able to split it in one go on the first try.”
“I don’t even want to be doing this.” You chuckled. “Why am I even doing this?”
He shrugged. “Because it’s fun. Don’t you wanna learn how to do something new?”
“I don’t exactly plan on sticking around here all that long, you know.”
He nodded. “I know but you could at least go back to your friends and tell them you know how to chop wood.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s super impressive.”
He shrugged and gestured to the stump. “You can’t even do it, so…”
You scoffed. “You’re an asshole, anyone ever tell you that?”
“I’m sure they have.”
“Well they’re right.” You confirmed.
“I’m only trying to teach you how to chop some damn wood.”
“But why?”
“You don’t wanna do it? Don’t.” He suddenly grew cold towards you. “Go back inside, then. Let me do the damn job.”
You gave him the ax. He took it from you without looking in your eyes. You took the gloves and eye glasses off slowly and meandered back inside where you sequestered yourself away in your room. He did not seek you out and just left good at your door. You avoided each other for several days.
One morning, you came down into the kitchen to find him making a very elaborate breakfast for just two people.
“Look, I’m sorry about the wood. I guess it just freaked me out a bit. I’m not looking to establish myself here. I’m just waiting for my car to get fixed up so I can get out of here.” You sighed. That sounded wrong. “Fuck, that came out wrong. Th-That’s not what I meant.”
He nodded. “I know it’s not. And I understand.”
“You do?”
“Why would you wanna stick around a strange man you don’t know?”
You shook your head. “That’s not what I meant.”
“It’s logical you’d want to get back to your life as soon as possible. You don’t know me. You’re not obligated to get to know me.” He was plating food.
You put a hand on his bicep. “Don’t think I’m not grateful for what you’ve done for me.”
“I didn’t think that.” He assured you.
“Good. Are we… good, then?”
“I made pancakes from scratch. Tell me how they taste.” He told you as he held up a forkful of fluffy looking pancakes.
You couldn’t believe he was serious but evidently he absolutely was as he held the fork still, waiting for you to open your mouth. You do so hesitantly and he inserted the fork into your mouth. You slowly chewed until you swallowed. He watched you swallow.
He stood very close to you. “How is it?”
“It’s really good.” You told him softly.
“My mom taught me when I was younger.”
“Oh yeah? Were you close? Or um are you?”
He stiffened, averting his gaze from you. “We were close, I guess. She died from cancer some time ago.”
“I’m so sorry.”
He met your gaze again. “Don’t be.” He assured you. “I’ve made peace with it. Moved away, found peace and balance in my life for the first time. It’s quiet here.”
“If I’m disturbing your peace…”
He shook his head. “You’re not. You’re quiet, too. I could almost forget you’re even here.”
“Almost?”
His eyes met yours. “Almost.”
“Good to know I don’t bother you.”
“Few people don’t.”
“I’m honored.”
His mouth curved upward slightly. “You should be.”
“I-I am.”
-
“Fuck, look at you.” He mused as his hands rubbed your hips, the National Geographic channel playing on the TV. “So soft and pretty like this. You gonna let me have you?”
“Y-Yes…”
“Good girl. Getting stuck here wasn’t so bad, was it?”
You chuckled softly. “I guess not…”
His beard scratched your neck as his lips grazed it. “You guess not? Haven’t I taken good care of you while you’ve been stuck here? Haven’t I been fixing up your vehicle? Haven’t I fed you? Kept you warm at night in a bed in a room that’s yours alone with a roof over your head?”
“You have, yes.” Your breathing hitched as his teeth nipped at the skin of your neck.
“I’ve been so good to you, haven’t I? I’ve made you feel welcome and safe here.”
“Yes… you have.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
“I-I don’t…”
“Tell me you don’t want me as much as I want you. Go ahead and tell me. Go ahead and move away from me right now.” It was a challenge.
You knew you wouldn’t tell him you didn’t want him. You knew you wouldn’t move away from him. And you knew you wouldn’t tell him to stop.
Your silence just caused him to smile, it confirmed what he already knew as well. “That’s what I thought. You want me. Say it. Tell me you want me. Wanna hear you say it.”
“I-I want you, Jack.”
He clenched his jaw. “Andrew.” He corrected you without any immediate explanation. He didn’t continue so you figured he wasn’t going to provide one.
“Is that your first name? Middle name?” You asked anyway because who the fuck was Andrew?
“It’s my real first name.” He responded softly. “You can’t tell anyone, though.”
“Why not?” You knew better than to ask that but curiosity had gotten the better of you over logic.
“I just don’t want anyone else knowing it. But when you cum, I want my real name on your lips.”
You nodded, agreeing because there was little else you figured you could do. “I promise I won’t tell anyone else.”
“Swear to me.”
“I swear I won’t.”
“Gonna be playing house with me for a lot longer if you break that promise.”
A soft chuckle forced its way out of your throat. “Is that what we’re doing?”
“That’s what it feels like to me.”
“I didn’t mean to…” intrude upon your privacy here… and whatever the hell else you’re doing out here.
It was like he’d read your mind. “I know you didn’t. It just sorta happened.”
“You welcomed me into your home.”
“And I definitely don’t regret doing that.”
“You don’t regret letting a complete stranger share your home?”
“Not when it was you, no.”
“What is so special about me?”
“You smell nice.”
“I… excuse me?”
“I like how you smell.” He explained simply. “Your soap and shampoo.”
“You’ve been smelling me this whole time?”
“You settle something inside of me that hasn’t felt settled in my whole life.”
You scoffed lightly. “I’ve only been here a couple of weeks.”
“Two and a half weeks.”
“Is being that specific that important?”
“Not really. I’ve just never warmed up to people all that quickly. You were never unsettling to me.”
“Do people usually unsettle you?”
He shook his head. “Normally, it’s the other way around. But I… I find that I don’t like unknown elements in my life. I like structure and order. But you didn’t bring chaos, you brought… peace and serenity.”
“That’s unusual for you?”
He nodded. He had this far away look in his eyes and you just knew that someone had made it so this man never knew peace or safety or comfort.
“I’m very sorry.”
“Don’t be. Just stay here.”
“In your lap?”
He smiled slightly. That’s not what he meant. “Sure, in my lap.”
A smile graced your own face. “That’s not what you meant?”
“I didn’t mean anything.”
“I’ll stay…”
“Yeah.” His fierce gaze met yours. “You will.” It was like it was always an inevitability that he knew. You were never going to leave this place.
The realization slowly settled inside of you as you held his gaze. “You were never going to fix my car, were you?” You asked slowly, carefully.
He doesn’t outright say that he wasn’t. “I’d find some excuse… then it’d just have been one after another.” But he all but plainly admitted: “I always planned to keep you stuck here”.
“Should I be scared?”
“Probably.” He was unnervingly calm about subtly abducting you. “Are you?”
“A little.” You had no idea why you were scared shitless. But you were still in his lap.
“A little fear is good. Can’t survive without fear.”
“Fear and survival instinct never should’ve let me be alone with you.” You pointed out.
“Maybe you knew I’d never hurt you.”
“You haven’t yet.” You conceded. Even if he’d planned on lying to you to keep you here longer.
“And I never will. I’d never hurt you.”
You kept his gaze still. “I believe you.” You said softly.
“Good. Can I… take your shirt off now?”
“I uh I guess, yeah?”
His neutral, calm expression morphed into a small smile again. “You’re not sure about that?”
“I guess not.” You murmured.
“Why not?”
“I’ve never been in a guy’s lap before like this.” You admitted.
“No guy’s ever wanted to see you without your shirt on?”
You shrugged. “No one’s ever asked.”
“Well I’m asking.”
“And I guess I’m granting my permission.”
“I’m gonna need more than your guess.” He murmured lowly.
“Take my shirt off.”
“Gladly.” He promptly lifted your shirt over your head. He set it beside the two of you.
He just stared at your bra covered breasts.
“Something wrong?”
“Can I take your bra off too?”
“Uh sure.”
He gave you a look.
You sighed. “Take my bra off.”
He promptly lifted the bra over your head and set that aside as well. And he just stared again, now at your bare breasts.
“You have nice breasts.”
“They’re nice?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “What else am I supposed to say about them? I like them.”
You chuckled softly. “Well that’s good to know.”
“I wanna see all of you.”
“Okay.” You agreed.
He laid you down on the couch and unbuttoned your jeans. He worked them down your legs and past your feet.
“Cute.” He mused as he looked at your simple but practical and comfortable cotton underwear that matched the practical and comfortable sports bra he’d just taken off of you. It wasn’t sexy at all but he was looking at you like you’d been in fancy lingerie.
“Is not.” You huffed.
“You don’t need fancy shit to impress me.”
“I guess that shouldn’t surprise me.”
He caressed your hip. “Why wouldn’t it?”
“I dunno. I guess you just don’t seem like a fancy kinda guy to me.”
“Well you’re right. I’m not.”
“Lucky me.”
He tilted his head. “Why would that make you lucky?”
“Because I don’t have to worry about what I look like.”
He deeply furrowed his eyebrows. “Why would you ever have to do that?”
“I dunno… I guess some guys might want their girlfriends to look a certain way.”
“Well I don’t give a shit.”
“Clearly.”
“And that’s… good, right?” He asked like he wasn’t too sure.
“Better than having a controlling boyfriend.”
“I’m not your boyfriend.” He stated simply.
“Do you want to be?”
“Would you want me to be?” He asked carefully.
You scoffed. “I barely know you.” You reminded the both of you.
“Yet you’re still here.” He reminded the both of you of that as well.
“Would you let me leave?”
“Maybe.” He didn’t seem so sure either way. “Would you struggle?”
“Would you like that?”
“I would want you to not want to leave.”
“I don’t want to leave.” You affirmed.
“So would you want me to be your boyfriend? If you chose to stay here with me?”
“You really do want me to stay, don’t you?”
“I’d really like you to, yeah. Like I said: you settle something inside of me.”
“I have a life to get back to. I’m just on a road trip, remember?”
“Yeah… I know. You could stay for a little while at least, couldn’t you?”
“I could, yeah.” You agreed softly.
“So stay. Please.” He requested softly.
“You would really need to fix my car up, though.”
He smiled slightly. “I can do that.”
“Do you wanna take my panties off now?”
“Only if that’s what you want.”
“It is, yeah.”
He nodded. “Alright, then.” He tugged those off your legs. He looked right at your pubic hair. He was usually silent, you’d observed but he’d quit moving completely.
“What?” You asked, panic rising in you.
“You don’t shave or wax?”
“N-No.”
“I meant it when I said I didn’t give a shit about any certain aesthetic.”
“That extends to body hair?”
“You showered earlier today, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I assume you clean yourself well.”
“I guess I do, yeah.”
“So you’re clean. I don’t have any problem as long as-”
“You keep everything clean and tidy.” You finished with him.
“Yes, I know. And I do.” You continued.
“Soap and water?”
“Soap and water.” You confirmed.
“Good.”
He parted your thighs, caressing the soft skin there. It seemed soothing to him as he just kept rubbing back and forth with his hands.
“You okay?”
“Hmm? Yeah. I just… you feel really soft.”
“That lotion you got me really helps with that.”
He smiled slightly. “I’m glad you’re using it. It’s really working.” He leant in and smelled your inner thighs before kissing them. “Keep using it.”
You chuckled softly. “I’d planned on it.”
“Good. Do that f’me, yeah?”
You nodded, agreeing. “I will.”
He spread you open more for him (putting one of your feet on the ground and the other over the back of the couch) and used one hand to open up your vulva to him.
“Pretty.” He murmured before he pressed a kiss to your clit. “Knew you’d feel, smell, and taste good.”
“Oh, yeah?” You chuckled softly. “You knew that?”
He pressed another kiss to your clit. “Yeah.”
“Been thinking about it?”
“Since I first saw you, didn’t quite know what to make of you.” He licked up your slit.
“And now?”
“I quite like you actually.” He pressed yet another kiss to your clit.
You smiled. “Well I like you too, Andrew.”
“Could take real good care of you.” He mused.
“Are you talking about long term?” You asked warily.
“As long as you’d let me take care of you.”
“Well, you already have been.” You admitted.
“Couple more months won’t be any problem, then.” He wrapped his lips around your clit and suckled a bit.
“I s-suppose not.”
He stopped suckling to speak. “A couple more months of you here in my space might be enough to heal me.”
“You’re really so optimistic about that?”
He looked up at you. “Yeah, I am.”
“Don’t set me up so high, yeah?” You warned him.
“You’re already helping me even if you don’t realize it.”
“I’m not even doing anything.”
“You don’t have to be doing anything. That’s the thing. You just… exist and this darkness inside of me subsides.”
“Well I’m happy to help.”
“Mhm… let me repay you.”
He focused on making you feel good. He worked his tongue over your sensitive area. He was really interested in what noises you’d make as he stimulated you. He lapped at your clit and then wrapped his lips around it and sucked.
Splayed out on his couch for him was exactly where you wanted to be and he wasn’t exactly kicking you out. He didn’t want you to be scared of him. He wanted you to be relaxed. He wanted you to enjoy yourself with him.
“Is this good? Am I doing alright?” He pulled away to ask, to check in.
“Haven’t you done this before?” You inquired.
“It’s been a couple of years. Besides, I don’t know what you like or need.”
“I’d say you were doing just fine, then. Well more than fine, actually…”
“If you wanted to show me what you liked so I could see, that would be great.”
“You wanna watch me touch myself?”
“I wanna know what makes you feel good.”
“Well you were doing a good job with the clitoral stimulation.” You told him. “I like two fingers on it like this.” You demonstrated for him.
You had his full attention, his gaze set on your fingers between your legs. You rubbed slowly up and down.
“That’s about what you were doing with your tongue.”
“How much pressure are you applying?” He was acting like an inquisitive scientist and less like a lover but his interest and intensity was cute.
“Light at first, then a bit harder when it starts to feel good.”
“How much time do you typically need?”
“It depends. Could be anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour.”
“Are you ovulating right now?”
A scoff escaped you. “Excuse me?”
“Wouldn’t that help?”
“With lubrication and stimulation, yeah. Not that I’ve ever kept real good track of what helped and when that was.”
“That’s okay. We can just ease into it as we go.”
“You’re being quite collaborative.” You observed.
“Bad collaboration leads to bad sex.” He stated simply. “Or… it should…”
“You’re right.” You agreed. “If the guy doesn’t care about the lady… fine for him but not so much for the lady.”
“Do you believe you deserve care and love? Because if you don’t, you should.” His gaze met yours.
“I do believe that. A lot of guys don’t, I guess.”
“I believe that you do too.” He affirmed.
“You’re better than a lot of men, then.”
He stiffened. “Am I?”
You sat up straighter. “You don’t believe you are?”
“I dunno… I’ve… I’ve done some bad things…”
“Do I want to ask?”
“You can ask...”
“How bad?” You asked.
He swallowed thickly. “I… hurt someone I loved.”
“Hurt… how?”
“I didn’t wanna hurt her.”
“So why did you?”
“I-I felt like… I had to…”
“Why did you feel like you had to hurt her?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
You reached out to touch his bicep and he let you. “Try me.”
“I thought she was gonna hurt my family.”
“So you…”
“I hurt her first. I went to her house.”
“Hurt her how, Andrew?”
“I put a pillow over her face. A-And I held it there until she quit breathing.”
“You… killed her?” You asked softly.
He nodded, expression grim and remorseful. “Yeah… I did.”
“Was she gonna hurt your family?”
He shook his head slightly. “I dunno… maybe… but you can’t understand… my mother… s-she made me do it. I didn’t want to, but she didn’t give me a choice. I know this doesn’t make any sense.”
“It’s just a story.”
He looked at you, more focused now like he’d been taken back to that night, his expression conveyed his perplexity. “What?”
“Or a dream.”
“It’s not-”
“I know that.” You confirmed immediately. “And you know that. But we could pretend, couldn’t we?”
He nodded a bit, liking where you were going with this. “Pretend…” he repeated, “pretend it didn’t happen…”
“Or that it happened to someone else.”
“I always wondered what a normal life might feel like.”
“So make that for yourself.” You encouraged him.
“I’m trying. I ran away.”
“Got a new name.”
“New life.”
“Lonely life.”
He looked at you again and smiled. “Not so lonely now.”
“Not so dark now.”
“Exactly. You’re like a shining beacon in a storm. I’ve been whipped around my whole life. You’re my port. My lighthouse.”
You smiled softly. “That’s very romantic, Andrew.”
“I’m alone out here. I have a lot of time to read.”
“You read more than those National Geographic mags?” You looked over at the stack on his coffee table.
He smiled slightly. “Yes. I do. There’s a few full book cases here in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“I noticed.”
“Good. I-It’s good that you noticed. I like that you… notice things like that about me. Not too many people… care like that.”
“Well I haven’t known you long but I can’t deny this connection I feel between us.”
“Well whatever is going on between the two of us… I like it.”
You interlaced your fingers with his and smiled at him. “I do too.”
He smiled back at you. “Promise me again that you’ll stay… because you want to…”
“I will. I promise.”
“Good. Now show me how to make you cum.”
You laughed deeply and genuinely. “I’d be happy to, Andrew.”
Pope only gifts you real, legitimately purchased jewelry. Nothing plated. Not even fill. Real, pure shit. And it’s all legitimately purchased, never swiped. Paid for with dirty cash, but there’s always a receipt, he can promise that. Kept in a neat little box next to your jewelry. All of Cath’s shit can end up in an evidence locker tomorrow, not yours. Only the best for Popes baby.
jack never argues with his girl. on the rare occasion that he does, he never ever raises his voice at her. on the other hand, she'll yell and scream while fighting. from the beginning, he's known about the small temper that she can get when something really sets her off. a bad trait passed down to her from her father. so he lets her get as loud as she needs/wants to. once she finally takes a deep breath and stops, he'll just give her that look that says, "you done?" and maybe he'll let her get her frustrations out even more in bed.
Clois x reader; Clark kent x reader; Lois lane x reader
A/N: this is hopefully the start of a series that i want to start doing where i write fanfics to olivia rodrigo songs so if you have any requests let me know
Starting a new job is scary, it's always scary. But starting a new job in a big city that you don't know that well is scarier.
You meet your new boss perry white and he shows you where you will be working it's a small desk with a calender a computer and a phone.
You sit your stuff down trying to settle into your new position as an assistant.
"Oh my word" you hear a familiar voice say.
You look up and see your ex boyfriend clark kent.
"Clark?! What are you doing here?" You ask genuinely confused.
"Oh I work here what are you doing here" he says walking over to you
"I work here silly I just started this morning" you say smiling when a women a bit shorter then clark appeared.
"Hey clark making the new girl feel welcome?" She asks
"Hi there I'm (Y/N) Dean and you are" you say kindly
"Oh I'm lois Lane Wait did you say (Y/N) Dean did you not date clark?" Sge says gently
"Oh yeah I did but that's was what five six years ago?" You say and clark nods when lois looks between you both before leaving the conversation.
"Well she was nice" you say and clark nods before following lois
You smile unaware the turmoil you caused.
As weeks pass clark is seemingly avoiding you however multiple times you've seen lois Lane staring at you. Unsure of what you've done you try to avoid her.
LOIS POV
For weeks I've been jealous of clarks ex girlfriend she's really sweet and nice and that's so annoying.
She's just so ugh.
How else can I describe her other than ugh.
With her stupid long eyelashes, and her kind eyes and that stupid voice with all those nice phrases god she sucks.
I am so jealous of her.
Clark has been reassuring me that she and him are over and they have been for like 5 years but I can't help it.
I've stalked her socials, and hell i even dream about her.
She's just so easygoing, never controlling, well mannered, well read.
God she makes me so upset.
It's date night tonight and all that's in my head is that stupid perfect girl.
God.
Hopefully tonight will go better.
CLARK POV
Date night with lois should be fun.
Should be.
But lois has it in her head that i still have feelings for (Y/N).
I'm worrying about her mental state.
She's spiralling and I'm worried she may even get her fired.
A few hours pass after date night clark and lois head to clarks place and he begins going down on her.
"OH JUST LIKE THAT YES GOD YES (Y/N) DON'T STOP" lois screamed.
Clark pulled away
"What did you just say?" Clark asked quietly as lois looked away in a mix of shock and embarrassment.
"Clark wait let me explain" lois said
"No not only did you moan someone else's name but it was my ex girlfriend!, what is there to explain?!" Clark said exasperated.
"Clark I just" lois said as clark stood up putting his shirt back on.
"Gosh is that why you wouldn't stop talking about her because you like her jesus lois why didn't you tell me that really hurts my feelings, I need to leave" clark said quickly leaving.
(Y/N)s pov
The next day at work clark and lois both avoided you.
During lunch you go to clark
"Clark kent why on God's green earth have you been avoiding me?" You ask and Clark mumbles out a response.
"Lois moaned your name druing sex" clark says. You can barley hear him
"Clark what did you say speak up"
"Lois moaned your name during sex" clark said walking away you stand in shock.
Lois didn't hate you.
She liked you.
Alot.
You begin planning a way to discuss everyone's feelings.
You invite them over to dinner.
That night you make pasta
Inviting them over you await their arrival.
Clark arrives first lois arriving quickly behind him you sit them both down.
"Okay so lois you moaned my name during sex with clark why?" You ask as lois looks down
"Because it took a lot of soul searching but I'm really attracted to you" lois says
"And Clark you got mad at her for moaning my name" you say
"Yeah just didn't want my ex girlfriends name to be brought up during intimate times" clark says and you nod.
"Clark do you still have feelings for me?" You ask kindly. Clark nods hesitantly.
"Lois do you have feelings for me?" You ask
"Yes" lois says
"Then maybe we should all date, if you both want to that would be okay right?" You say and before you can say anything else lois kisses you.
The kiss was harsh, full of love and happiness.
As you pull away another pair of lips join yours this times it's clarks.
You smile as your pull away to breathe.
Your with your high-school love and your new girlfriend.
Can't stop thinking about clark kent and I being childhood friends, I left as i moved away and when i came back for a vacation. he got hot and i began staying in his barm with my friends who wrecked the barn as we were on vacation and I work off the cost of the damage by working at the farm and living with clark during this time we fall in love.
Confetti fell as your heart felt broken. Robert seeked out xotchil before you. You knew this pain, you knew it well. As just a few years prior you received the same pain from the same man.
See you and robert are dating but he has a really bad habit of having emotional affairs with other women. The first time it happened was with rorie. Robert began having an emotional affair and ultimately dated her for about a year before begging you to come back.
Claiming he would never do it again.
And for the most part he hadn't.
You'd still catch him every so often seeking out other women but he never strayed.
That was until he began doing dancing with the stars with xotchil.
You could feel all the hard work both you and robert did to better yourselves go out the window.
You knew this cycle was toxic but when he loves you. He loves hard.
You decide to give robert an ultimatum.
Meaning you'll either lose him or he'll stop this pattern.
Either way you'll be finding out the truth about your relationship, and save yourself alot of heartache.
Approaching robert you knew you had to rip this bandaid off now or you know you'd never do it.
"Robert, can we talk got a minute?" You ask coaxing him away from xotchil
"Yeah okay, be back in a second love"
Love. The nickname typically reserved for you.
You felt as if you got stabbed through the heart.
As you find a quiet area you begin speaking.
"Do you have feelings for xotchil?" You ask
"What no, why did she say something?" Robert asks blushing slightly
"I can't do this again you broke my heart when you had the affair" you say attempting to hide the tears welling.
"Yeah but you kmow that was a mistake" robert defends himself.
"Robert I kmow you, better then you know yourself. I'm breaking up with you. I'll be back once you have figures out why you keep hurting me" you say finality in your voice.
For once robert is silent.
"Goodbye robert" you say walking off.
Robert wanted to stop you, he wanted to get on his knees and beg but ultimately he just let you go.
A month passes.
a long hard month of insecurities boiling.
Of questioning your decision
Of stalking his social media.
You ultimately decide the best course of action was to go get the rest of your stuff from Roberts place and leave him and the relationship in the past.
The journey to the zoo was hard passing the sights you used to sing olivia rodrigo in the car as robert drove hitting your heart
Arriving at the zoo the first thing you feel is a pair of arms wrap around you.
It's chandler.
Roberts brother in law
"Oh hey chandler how are you?" You ask politely
"I'm okay how are you?" He asks
"I'm good" you say as you both walk to meet the rest of the irwins.
The first to see you is grace. Chandler and bindis daughter.
"Auntie (Y/N)" she screams and you smile picking her up.
"Hi gracie girl" you say to her smiling.
"Hey (Y/N)" you hear a familiar voice say.
It's Roberts voice.
"Can we talk" he asks and you nos putting grace down slowly approaching robert.
Once you get to his place you go to begin collecting your stuff
"Please dont" robert says as you look shocked
"Just please hear me out" robert says
"I was an idiot I did things that cause you pain and heartache because I'm stupid. So incredibly stupid I thought that by hurting you by having these affairs gave me more options in the dating world because truthfully I don't think I'm good enough for you so I wanted to see who I am good enough for when you ultimately realised that your too good for me. And I know I'm lucky that I somehow tricked you into being in a relationship with me and I'm still not sure how I did that but if you'll give me a chance just one more measly chance I promise I won't do that again. I just I want you to come home hell I don't lock the back door anymore I leave the latch unturned so you can come if you want too, please come home. If you do come back I promise yo never ever hurt you like that again. Because the last month has been one of the hardest times of my life so please please come home."
You look at robert tears in your eyes you don't know what to say so you just hug him.
"Does this mean?" He asks and you nod.
Because yes he is an idiot and you can't help buy love him.
