đAll Ego Ethan Page x innocent cute pink sexy Bimbo!Wrestler OC (Blue )đ my first wrestling fanfic and more to comeeeeee <333
Summary: Desc: Blue didn't know why but she had always gravitated towards WWE NXT despite it being such a "masculine" line of work, she liked the fashion styles women would wear in their gear, certain moves they did, but also the absolute eye candy that came with the job aswell, especially when she was a teenager. But she had her favorite piece of eye candy. Her trainer/coach Ethan...whom she could never get her mind off of the millisecond she started wrestling but of course, there were always other women flocking towards him & getting in her way so now was the perfect time to step up & show off the very skills Ethan Page had taught her once she was signed in.
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The arena lights were blinding, but all Blue could see was Ethan. The way he moved in his All Ego swagger made her stomach twist with a delicious mix of nerves and want. She tugged at her pigtails, feeling the soft bounce of her pink hair ties, her tiny crop top and sparkly gear hugging her curves in all the right places.
Ethanâs eyes locked on her as he circled, smirking. âYou ready to show me what youâve got, sweetheart?â His voice was low, dripping with mischief.
Blue bit her lip, shuffling closer, trying not to melt at the thought of his hands on her. âI⊠Iâm ready,â she whispered, though her giggle gave away just how nervousâand excitedâshe really was.
The bell rang, and they circled each other like predators, teasing, testing. Ethan lunged playfully, grabbing her waist to keep her steadyâbut his hands lingered a little too long, thumbs brushing against her toned stomach, fingers tracing just above her hips. Blue gasped, heart hammering.
âCareful, Blue,â he murmured, voice husky. âYouâre way too⊠distracting.â
Distracting? She felt his chest press closer as he leaned in, heat radiating into her. She wiggled under his touch, giggling, and his hands slid down her sides, brushing against the curve of her thighs through her pink tights. âMm⊠you feel amazing,â he whispered, voice dropping low, sending shivers down her spine.
Blue tried to focus, to flip him in the matchâbut Ethanâs touch was driving her wild. Every time she got near, heâd grab herâher waist, her hips, even sliding a hand up her back under her gear to the small of her spineâand she could barely think straight.
âCome on, show me what you learned,â he teased, pressing her back against the ropes. His hands lingered on her hips, his thumbs brushing the curve of her ass. Blue squirmed, trying to regain control, but her little pink-clad body responded exactly how he wanted.
âI⊠I can⊠I got this!â she squeaked, trying to wrestle him down.
Ethanâs hands moved with her, guiding her, teasing, trapping her in ways that made her breath hitch. âOh, I know you do⊠and I love it when you try,â he murmured, leaning so close she could feel his chest against hers. His lips brushed her hair, nipping lightly at her ear, and she shivered, pigtails swinging.
When Blue finally flipped him, landing on top with a triumphant grin, Ethan groaned, letting his hands roam over her waist and thighs before catching her gaze. His smirk was wicked. âDamn⊠youâve got the moves and the curves. Dangerous combination.â
Blueâs cheeks burned pink, lips parted in a mix of excitement and arousal. âCareful⊠I might keep getting close if you keep touching me like that,â she teased, her voice shaking.
âOh, BlueâŠâ he purred, pressing closer. âYou already have me completely under control.â
The crowd roared, oblivious to the sizzling chemistry between them. Every touch, every brush of his hands over her curves, every whispered word had her heart racing and her mind spinning. Blue knew one thing for certain: once the bell rang off, this was far from over⊠and she was ready for every flirty, teasing, touch-filled second of it. Blue grinned devilishly as she landed on top of Ethan, straddling his hips in the center of the ring. Her sparkly pink gear shimmered under the arena lights, her pigtails bouncing as she playfully twirled them around her fingers.
âMm⊠look at you,â Ethan groaned, hands resting on her waist but unable to resist inching up just a little, thumbs brushing the curve of her hips. âYouâre way too cute⊠and way too distracting.â
Blue giggled, biting her lip, a mischievous sparkle in her blue eyes. âDistracting? Oh⊠am I?â she teased, leaning forward slightly, letting her chest brush against his. She let her fingers play with her pigtails, twirling them teasingly, watching his reaction.
Ethanâs eyes darkened, a low growl rumbling from his chest. âMm⊠I can feel every curve, every little movement⊠youâve got me trapped, baby.â
Blue leaned closer, giggling breathlessly as she rocked gently on his hips, teasing him with every tiny movement. Her hands traced along his chest, fingertips brushing teasingly, then retreating, making him groan. She tilted her head, biting her lip again, giving him a shy, flirty look that had him losing control.
âYou like that?â she whispered, voice soft, innocentâbut laced with pure tease. Her pigtails bounced as she shifted slightly, brushing her thighs over him in a way that made his hands twitch.
Ethan groaned, gripping her hips more firmly. âOh, baby⊠I love that,â he breathed, his lips brushing her neck, fingers tracing the small of her back. âYouâre driving me insane⊠and I donât even want it to stop.â
Blue laughed, a soft, airy giggle, leaning down to whisper in his ear. âGood⊠because Iâm just getting started,â she teased, biting her lip again and letting her hands slide up his chest, circling his neck lightly before tugging him closer.
He caught her gaze, smirk curling into something darker, more hungry. âMm⊠youâre lucky youâre this cute, because if you werenât, Iâd⊠oh, Iâd show you exactly what I think about that little mouth of yours.â
Blue shivered at the heat in his voice, giggling again as she leaned back, bouncing slightly, teasing him mercilessly. Every movement, every playful touch, every flirty laugh had Ethan completely undone beneath her.
âYouâve got me⊠completely under control, Blue,â he muttered, voice rough with desire, thumbs brushing over her hips, unable to resist her teasing energy.
Blue leaned down, letting her lips brush his jaw, then whispered softly, âGood⊠because I kinda like being in charge.â
Ethan groaned, hands gripping her tighter, as the arena lights blazed around them, and the tension between them became a storm of teasing, playful, and undeniably sexy heat.
Summary: (takes place during Eclips) in the most Alice Cullen way possible, the Cullen home was turned into a pad for the biggest graduation party Forks has ever seen. Y/n Black - now y/n Cullen and Carlisle are newlyweds fresh from their honeymoon. Y/n is a touched starved girl with a man that's constantly touching. Y/n is also a girl who hates crowds, but she also has a man that has no problem taking her mind off things
Warnings: SMUT! unprotected sex(they're married, so it's cool), supernatural qualities make quick appearances (might not exactly fit the ones from the stories), rough sex, riding, multiple orgasms, oral(F receiving), slight fingering, breast worship, not edited, my first twilight smut I think.
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In Alice Cullen fashion, she threw a big graduation party at their home. The whole graduation class and then some showed up. The large house the Cullens called home suddenly felt crowded and was filled with buzzed graduates and God awful music. Y/n Black - excuse me, Y/n Cullen did have to give credit where it was deserved. Alice could throw a party and everything did look beautiful, even if she was overly punctual and practically played drill Sergeant while trying to get Emmett and Jasper to help with decorating hours prior.
Y/n couldn't use any excuses, the whole night was getting old. Loud music can do a number on someone with heightened sense. Alice had gotten onto Carlisle's beautiful new wife for this evening's fashion choices. Of course y/n's childish side wanted to counteract with getting onto Alice for her music choices, but decided to just grin and bear it. Actually she just stayed up on the second floor of the house, leaning against the stair railing and watched the first floor of the house flood with people. Y/n wished she and Carlisle were back at their little beach house outside of Rio and extended the honeymoon.
It didn't take Carlisle long to find her, not just because her intoxicating scent flooded his senses the closer he got, but because he knew her all too well. It wasn't a surprise to see her away from the crowd. Carlise approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist gently. âThere you are, Darlingâ he whispers in her ear, his voice smooth like satin and never failed to make all her senses weak. The only cacophony that could calm her and distract her from what was going on downstairs.
âMy loveâ Y/n smirked, turning in his arms and grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket as his eyes flashed with amusement. She didn't hesitate to pull him closer so they're chests nearly touched. Since the honeymoon - hell, even before, she couldn't keep her hands to herself. Plus(in her mind) it seemed so much more exciting or pure now since they got married. Every touch, whisper, and kiss reserved just for each other.
Carlisle's golden eyes locked with hers - desire clouded them. He loved that marriage seems to have made her even bolder. His hands slid down to her backside possessively, his could touch sending a shiver down her spine. Y/n cupped his jaw as Carlisle leaned down, hovering his lips against hers. Although his teasing usually excited and both annoyed her sexually, she wasn't having it tonight. She pressed her lips against his roughly. Her other hand slipped into the opening where the top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, resting her hand against the ice cold skin where his collarbone and neck met. The newlyweds weren't much into major pda, but no one was paying attention to them that night - merely two shadows in the background of the dim room.
Carlisle's hand tangles in her hair as the kiss becomes more passionate as he gently pressed her against the wall that hid them from the party down below. She moaned softly against his lips, a sound only caught because of his heightened hearing. He knew what she wanted and didn't have to be told twice. Carlisle pulls back just enough to whisper against her lips, his cool breath tickling them. âShould I take you to our room?â
âI think you should, Dr. Cullenâ y/n whispered seductively.
A small grin tugs at his lips at her use of his title, knowing it's meant to tease him. âWell, Mrs. Cullen,â His hands slid upward, gripping her hips as she stared up at him, biting the corner of her lip. His golden eyes bore into hers intensely, his voice low and husky as they snuck away to their room. âI think I'd be a very irresponsible husband if I didn't take my wife upstairs for a bitâ
âIt would be, it's been too long since you've touched meâ y/n smirked, pulling him into their bedroom by the scarf he had draped over his neck. He always had a thing for them for some reason, but y/n definitely wasn't complaining - definitely didn't complain when he had her tied up with one.
He chuckles softly as he kicks the bedroom door shut behind him, his arms still wrapped around her. âToo long? Didn't I make love to you this morning?â But even as he teases her, his hands start to roam possessively over her body as he walks them towards the bed.
âI need moreâ y/n said softly, standing up on her toes and at the same time pulling him down to her height by the collar of his white dress shirt and pressed her lips back against his passionately.
Carlisle groaned softly, kissing y/n back with equal fervor. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She let out a moan at the feeling, carding her fingers through his hair. He could feel her heated body pressing against his ice cold one, making him even more eager to get rid of the clothes that separated them.
Carlisle deepened the kiss, his tongue gently probing her mouth as he walked y/n backward towards the bed. His hands moved from her waist to her back, unzipping her dress with practiced ease - he couldn't bring himself to rip it off, knowing it was her favorite. He broke the kiss only to watch the dress fall to the floor, pooling at her feet.
Y/n shivered as she pressed her lips back against his, kissing him in a rushed pace as she pushed his gray suit jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor with her dress. His breath caught in his throat as Her fingers worked quickly at the buttons of his white dress shirt, desperately needing to feel his hard, ice cold skin against hers. His vampire temperature never bothered her, his ice cold skin always felt amazing against her high temperature skin. He groaned at the feeling of her warm skin as it brushed over every inch of skin that was exposed. He couldn't take it anymore and reach for the last few buttons to speed up the process. He quickly shrugged off the material completely, his cold skin already becoming flushed at her touch. His hands moved to her thighs, lifting her easily onto the bed while he kissed along her jawline and neck.
Y/n pulled away, leaning back in the bed. Her fingers trailing down his hard, pale chest sensually. It was like he was sculpted to perfection. âGod, you're handsomeâ she whispered as her hands went lower to his hips and to his belt.
Carlisle smiled softly at her words, his golden eyes locked onto hers. He loved when she praised him, even if he didn't think much of it. He watched as her hands moved to his buckle, his own hands gripping onto her thighs to spread her legs wider. âAnd you're absolutely gorgeousâ he whispered.
Y/n blushed, almost losing focus on his belt, his voice, his words, everything had this huge affect on her and Carlisle knew it. She got the buckle loose and he sucked in a sharp breath as she yanked through the loops of his dress pants. He loved when she was eager like this. He unbuttoned his dress pants, pushing them down along with his black boxers. Y/n's eyes unapologetically roamed his now fully naked body. Carlisle smirked, watching her bite her lip as she spread her perfect body out on the bed.
Y/n didn't waste any time discarding her lace panties. She stared into his gold eyes as she quickly discarded the expensive material and threw them his way. Carlisle caught it with quick reflex as y/n layed back down. He smirked before dropping them to the floor. He crawled onto the bed slowly, his eyes trailing over every inch of her exposed skin. He wanted to worship every inch of her. âDamnâ he breathed out, positioning himself between her thighs.
He growled softly, his golden eyes flickering with hunger as his head dipped south. His cold lips trailing along her inner thigh before he buried his face between her thighs, his cold tongue parting her warm folds. âDeliciousâ
Y/nâs head fell back as she let out a whiny moan. She gripped his blond hair, arching her hips up against his mouth. Carlisle wrapped his arms around her legs, holding them spread wide as he licked and sucked at her sensitive clit. His cold mouth contrasting with her warm pussy felt incredible. He pushed his tongue inside of her, fucking her slowly with it as he watched hee face contort with pleasure.
Y/n gasped, looking down. Her (e/c) eyes met his gold ones. âoh, God. Carlisle!â she gasped, her head tilting back.
His golden eyes were filled with desire and love. He added a finger inside of her, pumping it in and out slowly as he continued to lick and suck at her clit. He loved watching her like this, so lost in pleasure and calling out his name.
âCarâ Y/n mumbled, her hips arched as he grabbed one of her thighs, throwing it over his shoulder. Carlise growled against her, loving the way she was losing control. He added a finger, curling them inside of her as he sucked hard on her clit. She whined and moaned in pleasure as she tugged and messed up his perfect hair. His free hand moved up to squeeze one of her lace covered breasts, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple. âCome for me, Darlingâ
Y/n grasped his hand, pulling it off her boob and lacing her fingers with his. Her head fell back in pleasure as the tight knot in her stomach snapped. Her free hand tugged at his hair and her hips rutted up as she rode out her release.
Carlisle groaned, his fingers and tongue working her through her orgasm. He loved the way she squeezed around his fingers and the way she pulled his hair. He slowly removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to clean them off. âMmm, so sweetâ he purred.
He crawled up her body slowly, kissing and licking along her stomach and sides. He pushed the lace of her bralette off to the side to reveal one of her perfect pink nipples. âYou're so damn gorgeousâ he murmured before sucking one of her hard peaks into his mouth, making her moaned softly. She cupped one side of his jaw with one hand and the other went to his hair as her chest arched at the welcoming assault.
Carlisle hummed against her breast, sucking harder and swirling his tongue around her nipple. He loved every one of her reactions, her body arching off the bed and her fingers tugging at his hair. He released one breast only to move to the other one, nipping softly at it. ây/nâ
âC-Carlisle,â she moaned softly and breathlessly. âN-need you inside meâ
He groans deeply, his cock throbbing against her thigh at her words. He quickly positioned himself at her entrance. He looks into her eyes, seeing the raw desire and need reflected back at him. âAs my lady wishesâ he says softly before slowly pushing inside her.
Y/n's head feel back as she moaned louder, digging hee nails into his back as he slowly and teasingly pressed into her, his thick, cold length filling her up completely. He bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against hers. He groaned softly, his head nuzzling into the crook of her neck. He kissed and nipped at her neck, his hips starting to move in a slow, steady rhythm. He pulled out slowly before slamming back into her, now setting a fast and hard pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with her moans and his groans.
âCarlisleâ y/n groaned and moaned, tugging at his hair. She felt her skin getting hotter and her emotions slipping. Y/n stared into his gold eyes, her lips permanently parted and supplying sounds of pure pleasure as her (e/c) irises faded into black.
Carlisle watched her eyes darken with lust and pleasure. Her nails were sharp and digging into his back like little claws. Her skin was hot and flushed. He knew she was losing control, his woman getting wilder and needier.
Y/n gasped softly. Feeling bold she used her strength she got after phasing and flipped them, catching Carlisle off gard as she tested their power dynamic. She pushed him into the sheet and straddled him. Carlisle strong arms wrapping around her waist as he looked up at her with suduction in his golden eyes, his fangs slightly elongating as he panted. He loved when she got feisty and tested his strength.
Y/n held on to his shoulders and started rocking her hips. He groaned deeply, his long fingers gripping her hips tightly as she move. He lifted his hips up to meet her, thrusting into her hard and fast. âCarlisle!â she cried out, her head falling back in pleasure. He watched as her breasts bounced with each movement, his other hand reaching up to grope and squeeze one.
âdamn, y/nâ His mouth fell open watching her ride him. She was so beautiful like this, wild and needy. Her hair was all over the place, her back arched, breasts bouncing. He snapped his hips up sharply, hitting that deep spot inside of her that made her screech. Carlisle did it again, hitting that spot deliberately. Y/n's inner walls clenched around him tightly, her movements becoming erratic. He knew she was close. He suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around her and flipping her back over so he was on top again.
The impact they're bodies made had the bed creaking and y/n moaning as she gripped his biceps. His golden eyes darkened with lust watching y/nâs body writhe underneath him. He spread her legs wide again, pounding into her hard and fast. He watched her breasts bounce and her mouth fall open in moans and cries. He loved that he could manhandle her like this without hurting her. âLoveâ
âI'm gonna cum!â she cried out.
Carlisle growled, his fingers digging into her thighs spread wide. He hit that spot inside of her again and again, his pace punishing. He watched her mouth open in a silent scream as her release built up. Her black eyes rolled back slightly, her back arched off the bed sharply. He swallowed loudly.
Y/n finally reached the edge, letting all her nerves relax as her vision became stary and blurred, her legs tightend around his hips and her nails bit into his biceps, carlisle watched her eyes roll back for the immense pleasure while her head fell back against the pillows. Her orgasm washed over her, loud moans and pants were coming out from her mouth.
With a final deep thrust, carlisle released inside of her, groaning her name. He collapsed partially on top of her, his weight supported on his elbows. One hand gripped her hair tenderly as he stared down at her blissed-out expression. His thumb traced her bottom lip gently.
âCarlisleâŠâ Y/n heaved softly, catching her breath.
He nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her scent deeply. âLook at meâ He murmured softly, his thumb still tracing her bottom lip. He wanted to see her eyes roll back again, see that blissed-out expression on her beautiful face.
Y/n looked up, his golden eyes searched her black ones intently. He saw the satiated expression, the way her eyes were slightly dilated and glazed over. He smiled softly, his thumb pressing her bottom lip open slightly. âMoreâ y/n whispered as Carlisle leaned down, pressing soft kisses on her jaw and throat.
âmoreâ Carlisle agreed, his eyes darkened dangerously. He pulled out slowly only to slam back into her hard. He spread her legs wider, his pace quick and brutal. He watched her breasts bounce again, her back arching sharply. He growled softly.
âCarlisle!â y/n cried out, raking her nails down his back.
His golden eyes rolled back slightly. He snapped his hips harshly, one hand sliding down to grope her breast roughly. He watched her mouth fall open again, her head throw back. He spread her legs wider apart and pounded into her like an animal.
âOh, God. Don't stop!â y/n cried out, arching her hips up âCarlisle!â
He growled deeply, his hips moving faster and harder. Y/nâs cries spurred him on more than anything else could. He gripped her thighs tightly, his golden eyes were locked onto her bouncing breasts and her flushed face.
Y/n moaned and whined. She grabed both sides of his jaw in her hands, tilting his head up. She gasped and moaned as she held his face in her hands and kepted eyes contact with his gold ones. Fuck, she loved his eyes and the way his usually perfect blond hair was all over the place - lose and draped over his forehead. Y/n iris and pupils had gone full black in pleasure as she Ignored any disire that was linked to her need to phase.
Carlisle maintained eye contact with her. The sight of her black eyes and flushed cheeks drove him wild. He leaned down slightly, his lips brushing against hers as he continued to pound into her relentlessly. His hands gripped her thighs tighter as she gave him deeper access.
âI... I need to cum againâ y/n moaned desperately.
He growled softly, his golden eyes locked onto her black ones. He could feel her getting close again, her inner walls tightening around him like a vice. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and hooked her legs over his elbow, opening her up wider to him.
âCarlisle!â she cried out and He slammed into her so deep that she felt him in her stomach. He held that position, grinding his hips against hers as he reached down with his free hand to rub her clit aggressively. His golden eyes watched her black ones roll back as he finally pushed her over the edge.
Y/nâs mouth fell open in a small, almost animal like purr sound came from her throat as she came hard around him. He growled deeply at the sounds she made, his fangs fully elongating as he watched her intense orgasm take over. Y/nâs black eyes rolled completely back, her mouth open in a perfect O. He felt her inner muscles clench around him so tightly that he lost control and came with you.
Carlisle collapsed on top of her, his large body pinning her to the bed as he tried to control himself. His golden eyes searched her face, taking in her black eyes that were slowly rolling back to their normal color. He nuzzled his face into her neck and inhaled her scent deeply.
âDamnâ y/n said softly, catching her breath and carding her fingers through his hair lazily as her eyes slowly faded back to their normal (e/c) shade.
âMhmm,â He hummed softly, lifting his head to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair spread messily over the pillows. He saw her full lips slightly parted. âDarling?â He called softly, pulling out slowly.
âI love youâ he said, a soft smile playing on his lips as he gently stroked her cheek.
âI love you moreâ she smiled back, nuzzling her nose against his.
ânot possibleâ he said, without missing a beat.
"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands."
Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem! ReaderÂ
Genre: Smut
Word count: 6.4k
Summary: Youâre a newish member to the town of Forks, with an extreme obsession with Doctor Cullen. One day he finally gives in after youâve visited the clinic for the 5th time that month.Â
Warnings: light choking, semi public sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, praising, orgasm denial.Â
a/n: I know this is a shift from my usual posts but I've been desperate for some more Carlisle content. As always, I hope you enjoy <3 and send any requests my way!
As you stepped into the small, dimly lit clinic, the antiseptic smell filled your nostrils, mingling with the faint scent of pine from the freshly wiped floor. The receptionist looked up from her computer, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Hello again," she said, her voice dripping with a hint of amusement.Â
You returned the smile, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, and proceeded to the triage desk. Gripping my chest dramatically, you winced. "I've got these terrible chest pains," you gasp, hoping she wouldn't recognize your voice from the numerous calls I'd made over the past few weeks. "I think it's happening again."Â
She nodded sympathetically, though her eyes betrayed a spark of curiosity. "I'll let Dr. Cullen know right away," she assures you, before disappearing into the back rooms of the clinic. Your heart raced with anticipation as you take a seat, glancing around the empty waiting area.
Little did they know that your only ailment was an extreme obsession with the enigmatic doctor who had recently become the talk of the town.
The receptionist emerged from the back, her smile widening as she beckoned you to follow her. She led you down the hallway to a small, cozy examination room, the walls adorned with diplomas and medical charts. "Dr. Cullen will be with you in just a moment," she said, the amusement in her voice now unmistakable.Â
You nodded, trying to compose yourself as she closed the door behind you. The room was warm, and the gentle hum of the heater filled the space. You sat on the crinkling paper of the examination table, heart pounding in your chest.Â
Would he finally see through your facade of feigned illnesses? Or would he offer the attention and concern that you so desperately sought? The anticipation was almost too much to bear as you heard the soft footsteps approaching, and the door handle turned with a quiet click.
He stepped into the exam room with his usual grace and composure, a hint of surprise flickering across his features as his gaze fell on you. His cool, pale fingers clutched a patient chart, which he quickly placed on the counter. His voice, as smooth and soothing as ever, broke the silence.
Cullen leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest and studying you with a mix of curiosity and veiled amusement. "Back again," he commented, his voice betraying a hint of recognition. "Chest pains, you say?"
âMhm,â you bite your lip as you gaze up at him, âIt comes and goes..âÂ
Carlisle hummed softly, tilting his head to one side as he observed you. The flicker of recognition in his eyes now more pronounced. He grabbed the stethoscope that hung around his neck, looping it over his ears.
He closed the small distance between you, his presence seeming to fill the room. He placed the cold metal end of the stethoscope against your chest, his touch as gentle as a butterfly's wings. "Take a deep breath for me," he requested, his voice velvety and commanding.
 You gasp at the chill of the metal, a soft surprised sound escaping your lips as you try to steady your heart rate. You follow his instructions, taking in a deep breath.Â
Dr. Cullen listens intently as the sound of your heartbeat fills his ears through the stethoscope. His brows furrowed slightly, a look of concentration on his face. The cool and professional demeanor remains, his focus on your heart.
"Again," he instructs, moving the stethoscope slightly to a different spot on your chest. His gaze never wavers from yours, his eyes betraying a hint of suspicion laced with a touch of curiosity.
You nod, taking in a deep breath, your hands resting on your knees as you gaze up at his strong jaw. Your heart rate picks up as you admire his face from where you're sitting.Â
Carlisle can't help but notice the hitch in your heartbeat, his sharp hearing catching the slight acceleration. A small flicker of a smirk plays on the corner of his lips, as he continues to listen intently.
He lifts the stethoscope from your chest, his eyes locking with yours once more. "Your heart rate is elevated," he comments, his voice a low hum. "Any idea why that might be?" The hint of a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
âUh,â you gulp, looking off to the side of the room. âNo, Iâm not quite sure..â your fingers fumble with the hem of your short skirt as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth.Â
Cullen's eyes flickered down to your fingers fidgeting with the hemline of your skirt before meeting your gaze once more. He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
He took a step back, returning the stethoscope to his desk and perching himself on the edge of it, folding his arms across his broad chest. "You know," he began, his voice a low growl, "I've noticed a pattern. Every time you come to visit, you seem to have a different ailment."
âI guess Iâm just,â you try to come up with an excuse. âI just have a lot of things going on, huh?â you grin up at him stiffly.Â
The doctor tilts his head to one side, a smirk playing on his lips as he studies you intently. He pushes himself off the desk and begins pacing slowly in front of you.
"That's the thing," he says, his voice quiet and measured. "I've been a doctor for a very long time, and I've seen many patients through the years."
He stops in front of you, his gaze locking with yours. "And yet, I've never seen someone quite so...frequent as you."
âOh..â you lick your lip, âI guess Iâm just a bit worried, you know.. Chest pains arenât a good sign..â your gaze falls to the tiled floor.Â
Dr. Cullen hums softly, a hint of amused skepticism in his voice. "That's true.. Chest pains aren't something to be taken lightly," he agrees, his gaze locked on your face. "But I have a feeling there's more than just chest pains that are troubling you."
âWhat.. what do you mean?â your eyes widen as you look up at him, body straightening under his intense stare.Â
Cullen cocks his head to the side, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a step closer, his presence becoming more commanding.
"I mean," he began, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "that I suspect there's something more going on here. Something that has little to do with your physical ailments and more to do with..." he pauses, his eyes sweeping over your body briefly, "...something else entirely."
You take a deep breath, gulping as he moves closer. âOh?âÂ
Carlisleâs gaze hardens as he moves even closer, nearly towering over you now. "What if I were to suggest that your frequent visits here have less to do with medical concerns and more to do with something else, something more intimate?" he asks, his voice soft but commanding.
He leans closer still, his cool breath ghosting across your skin. "What if I were to suggest that there's a deeper, underlying reason for your...obsession with this clinic?"
You lean back, legs squeezing together as warmth fills your stomach. âLike what? Doctor Cullen?â you furrow your eyebrows, feigning innocence.Â
Dr. Cullen's eyes narrow ever so slightly at your feigned innocence. He can sense the heat coursing through your body and the way your legs press together. A smile tugs at the corner of his lip.
He leans in, his voice lowering to a near growl. "Don't play coy with me," he murmurs, closing what little distance remains between you. "You know exactly what I'm referring to."Â
âI don't-â you shake your head in response, eyes wide as you scoot further back on the table. âI don't think I know what you meanâŠâ your body tenses with desire as he looks down at you.Â
Cullen's eyes darken at the way you scoot back further on the table, the subtle signs of your tension not escaping his sharp senses. He rests his hands on the edge of the table, effectively caging you in.
"Oh? You don't?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then tell me why you've been coming here every week for months. And don't give me that 'I'm just clumsy' or 'I have bad headaches' act again."
You open your mouth to give another excuse but nothing comes out, words seemingly caught in your throat. Eyes falling to his lips as your heart hammers against your chest erratically.Â
His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he noticed the way your gaze fixed on them. It was all the confirmation he needed.
He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Why don't you just admit it?" he asked, his breath fanning against your skin. "Admit why you keep coming back here. To see me. To see what it's like to have my hands on you."
âDoctor..â you start, voice soft and full of desperation.Â
Cullen's eyes flicker with a hint of satisfaction as he hears the desperation in your voice. He raises a hand, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light yet full of possession.
"Say it," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. "Say it, and then you can get exactly what you've been coming here for all these weeks."
âI..â your eyes flutter shut as you take a deep breath. âIâve been coming here because I want to feel your hands on me.â you gasp out, cheeks flushing with your whispered confession.Â
Carlisleâs eyes gleam with satisfaction as he hears the confession tumble from your lips. He leans in closer, his hand moving from your cheek to your chin, tilting it upwards so your gaze meets his.
"Good girl," he purrs, the words making heat flare in your stomach. "It wasn't so hard, was it? Admitting what you really want."
He leans even closer, his body pressed against the table, "And what do you want me to do with those hands, princess?"
âI want you to touch me..â you bite down on your lip, legs parting as he slips between them. He lets out a low growl, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He presses even closer, his hips now pinning you against the table.
"Touch you where?" he whispers, his free hand moving to rest on your thigh, just beneath the hem of your skirt. He toys with the fabric, his fingers tracing small patterns on your bare skin. "You'll need to be more specific, princess."
You move your hand to his, guiding him to where you want him. Carlisleâs hand stops you, a smirk playing on his lips as he sees the slight frown on your face.
"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands." He runs his thumb across your lip, watching you expectantly, waiting for your response.
You shiver at his cold skin against you, âDoctor,â you whine out. A low chuckle escapes Cullenâs lips as he sees you shiver under his touch. He brushes his thumb across your lip again, the coldness a stark contrast to your own heat.
âTell me, princess,â he whispers huskily, his voice like silk. âWhere do you want my hands? Youâve been fantasizing about them for all these weeks, havenât you? Nowâs your chance to tell me exactly where you want me to touch you. Be specific.â
âI want you to,â you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. âTouch me, here, between my legs..â you murmur, motioning to your spread thighs. Dr. Cullen's eyes gleam with a mixture of satisfaction and arousal as he hears your whispered request. He moves his hand, which had been on your chin, to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin slightly.
âIs that so?â he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. âAnd how long have you been imagining my hands on you there?â he asks, his hand slowly inching up your thigh, the coldness of his touch in stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body.
You gasp, forehead pressing against his shoulder as you shudder. Cullen lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the way you instinctively bury your face into his shoulder. His hand continues to move up your thigh, the coldness of his touch sending another shiver down your spine.
He brings his free hand up to run through your hair, his fingers tangling in the locks. "You're so sensitive, princess. Is that because you've been thinking about this for a long time, hmm?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
âYes..â you choke out, feeling his hands part your legs further. A low growl rumbles through his chest once you confirm that you've been thinking about this for a while. He moves even closer, his hips pressing against yours, pinning you to the table.
"How often do you think about me like this?" he murmurs, his hand finally reaching the bare flesh of your inner thigh. He lets his fingers dance over your skin, the coolness of his touch sending sensations through your body. "Every day? Every night?" you moan softly, pulling his hand to your soaked panties.Â
âPlease⊠stop teasing me..â you whine, desperate for his touch.Â
Cullen grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light as he finally slipped his fingers into your panties. The coldness of his skin sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making your core tighten around his touch. His longer pointer finger found your clit with unerring precision, teasing it in a slow, maddening circle.Â
"You're so desperate for me," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His voice was a seductive purr that seemed to echo through your very soul.Â
"Do you dream about this, my little patient?" he murmured, pressing down slightly, making you gasp. "Do you lie in bed at night, touching yourself and imagining it's me bringing you pleasure?" His touch grew more insistent, his voice a dark caress that only served to fuel your desire.
You whine, the embarrassment and arousal mixing in a potent cocktail that makes your voice tremble. Cullen's smirk widens, the sound of your need making his own desire spike. "There's no need to be shy now," he whispers, his voice a dark promise. "You've been so eager for this, haven't you?"
With a sudden, firm movement, he slides a finger into you, the coldness of his digit making you gasp. He moves it in and out with deliberate slowness, watching the way your body reacts to his touch.Â
His thumb remains on your clit, swirling in a relentless pattern that sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. You can feel yourself growing wetter with each stroke, your body betraying just how much you crave his attention.
"Tell me," he murmurs, his voice a dark rumble that sends vibrations through your core. "How long have you dreamed of this moment?" His finger moves deeper, stretching you slightly, his eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker of emotion cross your face. "How long have you wanted me to do this to you?"
Your breath hitches as you struggle to answer, the sensation of his finger inside you making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "Ever since my first visit," you stutter, your cheeks burning.
Cullen's smile turns predatory as he feels you clench around his finger. "Well," he says, his voice low and seductive, "today, all your dreams come true."Â
He adds a second finger, the coldness now a familiar and welcome sensation. He starts to pump them in and out of you, his thumb never leaving your clit, keeping the pressure constant.
You moan, unable to stop yourself from arching into his touch, your body begging for more. "More," you murmur, the word barely audible. "Please."
Dr. Cullen chuckles, the sound dark and triumphant. "As you wish, my eager patient," he says, his eyes dark with lust. He quickens the pace, the coldness of his touch making you shiver with pleasure. His thumb presses harder on your clit, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
As your need grew more urgent, Cullen added another finger, stretching you further as you clenched around him. The sudden fullness made you gasp, and you bit down hard on the fabric of his white coat to muffle the moan that threatened to escape your lips. The material was stiff and cold, but it only served to heighten the warmth and pressure building within you.Â
Each stroke of his fingers sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over you, the chilly touch of his skin against your heated flesh making you tremble with anticipation. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your nails dug into the material of his coat, leaving tiny marks of desperation as your orgasm began to coil tightly in your core.Â
The sound of his fingers moving within you filled the room, a slick, intimate symphony that seemed to resonate with the thud of your racing heart. The tension grew, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you approached the precipice.Â
The coldness of his touch was a stark contrast to the burning heat of your arousal, and you found yourself craving more of him, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue.Â
You could feel yourself getting closer, your body tightening like a bowstring drawn taut, ready to snap at any moment. Carlisle watched you, his eyes dark with lust, his own breathing growing heavier as he pushed you further and further towards the edge.
Your body shudders as the orgasm crashes over you, a keening cry escaping your throat despite your efforts to muffle it. Cullen's eyes bore into yours, his own desire clear as he watches you fall apart under his skilled touch.Â
His fingers continue to pump into you, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until you're left panting and boneless against the exam table. He withdraws his hand, the loss of his cold digits making you whimper.Â
He smirks, bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking on his fingers, tasting you, his eyes never leaving yours. The sound of his satisfaction echoes in the room, making your cheeks burn even hotter.Â
The smugness in his gaze tells you that he's fully aware of the effect he's had, and the thrill of being so thoroughly exposed and dominated by him sends another shiver down your spine. You bite your lip, your eyes never leaving his, as you silently beg for more.
Dr. Cullen chuckles again at the sight of you, completely spent and utterly under his control. He takes a step back, admiring your flushed, disheveled appearance. âYou're quite the picture, princess,â he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.
He moves to the sink and washes his hands, his eyes never leaving yours. Once finished, he turns back to you, his gaze dark with unfulfilled desire. âYou know, I should reprimand you for all those fake ailments you've been coming in for,â he says, his voice deceptively casual
You cover your flushed cheeks with your hands, breathing heavy as you try to collect yourself. Cullen smirks as he watches you struggle to compose yourself. He moves back towards you, his footsteps slow and measured. He stops right in front of you, his broad frame towering over your seated figure.
"Embarrassed, are you?" he asks, his voice a low, amused purr. He reaches out, taking one of your wrists in his hand, slowly dragging it away from your face.
âYouâre such a tease,â you whine, looking up at him, eyes still full of desire for him. Carlisleâs smirk widens as he hears the complaint in your voice. He releases your wrist, bringing his hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
"Who, me? A tease?" he asks, his voice dripping with a mix of feigned innocence and mockery. "I'm just doing my job as a doctor, princess. It's my duty to care for my patients," he says, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
You push your tongue out, licking the tip of his thumb with newfound confidence. âBut what about you Doctor?â your hands go to his belt buckle, fingers brushing over his concealed erection.Â
Cullen's eyes darken as he feels your tongue against his thumb. A sharp intake of breath escapes him as your fingers brush against his erection, the feeling stirring an immediate response.
"What about me, princess?" he asks, his voice gruff and huskier than before. He watches you closely, his eyes locked on your face as you toy with his buckle.
âWho will take care of you?â you unbuckle his belt, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, full of lust. Carlisleâs hands clench into fists as you unbuckle his belt, his restraint faltering slightly as you gaze up at him with that look in your eyes.Â
He lets out a low, possessive growl, his body tensing as he struggles to maintain a semblance of composure. "You want to take care of me, princess?" he asks, his voice lower and more gravelly now. "Is that what you're offering?"
You nod eagerly, fingers fumbling with the zipper and button of his slacks. Slipping the pants away, you press your hand against his length through his boxers. Doctor Cullenâs eyes flash with desire as your hand presses against his length through the thin fabric of his boxers. He lets out a stifled groan, his hips involuntarily bucking against your touch.
"Eager, aren't you?" he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. He places a hand on your shoulder, half to steady himself, half to push you away. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess."Â
You free his erection from his boxers, your hand wrapping around his length. You lean in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to the tip of his erection, feeling it twitch against your lips. Carlisle's grip on your shoulder tightens as you begin to suck, his hips jerking slightly as you take him into your warm, eager mouth.Â
His cock is hard and pulsing, the head slick with pre-cum that you greedily lick away. His hand slides into your hair, guiding you as you bob your head up and down his shaft, your cheeks hollowing with each suck. The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and his stifled groans as you work to satisfy his desire.Â
The taste of him is intoxicating, making you want more. You let your tongue dance around the sensitive ridge, feeling him throb against your tongue. His other hand comes up to the back of your head, his grip growing firmer, his hips beginning to thrust in time with your movements. You moan around his length, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him.Â
His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, and his chest heaves with each ragged breath. You can feel his need for release growing, his body tightening with every stroke of your tongue. You suck harder, taking him deeper, eager to bring him to climax.Â
The power you have over him is exhilarating, and you revel in it, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His hand in your hair tightens, his grip almost painful, but you don't care. All you want is to feel him come apart under your ministrations, to hear him cry out in pleasure.Â
Cullen groans, his body shuddering as your eager mouth works on him, his hand finding its way to the strands of your hair. He takes a fistful, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply, your scent mingling with the musk of arousal filling the room. He savors the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock.Â
His grip on your hair tightens, guiding you with a gentle but firm rhythm that matches the pulse of your own desire. Each time you take him deep, he lets out a soft hiss, his hips rocking slightly to meet your movements. His other hand rests on the counter, knuckles white with restrained need.Â
The sound of your moans, muffled by his length, echoes in the room, a symphony of pleasure that drives him wild. His control is slipping, his breathing becoming ragged as you work your magic, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him back in, deeper and deeper with every stroke.Â
The anticipation of his release builds, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap. The coldness of his touch has given way to the heat of passion, his restrained demeanor now a distant memory. The clinical setting is forgotten, replaced by the primal dance of desire that plays out between you.
 You can feel him growing closer, his thighs tense and his breathing erratic. You know what he needs, what you've been longing to give him, and you push harder, faster, determined to bring him to the brink and watch him fall.
Cullen's eyes fly open, his gaze piercing yours as he feels the first pulse of his climax. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking into your mouth as he releases. You swallow eagerly, your eyes never leaving his as he cums, the salty tang of his release coating your tongue.Â
His hand in your hair tightens, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, his entire body trembling with the force of his orgasm. You watch, mesmerized, as his features contort with pleasure, his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut. He lets out a series of deep, shuddering breaths, his chest heaving as he slowly regains his composure.Â
His hand releases your hair, moving to cradle the back of your head, his touch now gentle as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through him. He opens his eyes, the intensity in them not diminished, and looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.Â
"Good girl," he whispers, his voice hoarse. You sit back, licking your lips clean, feeling a sense of pride at having brought him to this point.Â
He leans down, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. A possessive, satisfied smile plays on his lips. âYou're quite the naughty little patient, aren't you?â he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. âTaking advantage of my good nature like that.â
He releases your chin, his hand moving to your hair, running his fingers through the strands. He tugs lightly, just hard enough to get your attention. âBut I must admit, I rather enjoyed it,â he adds, his gaze dark with restrained desire.
âThen maybe I should keep my habit of coming here so frequently,â you bite your lip, gazing up at him seductively.Â
"You do seem to have a habit of finding yourself in my clinic quite often, princess." Cullenâs gaze darkens at your seductive bite of your lip. "And I do have a duty to ensure my patients are well taken care of..." he says, his voice a low, promising rumble.
He steps closer, his body now pressed against yours, his height towering over you. He leans down, his lips near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Maybe I should start charging extra for private appointments,â he murmurs.
You shiver at his words, hands reaching out to grasp his sides, your fingers digging into his cold skin. Dr. Cullen lets out a low, amused hum at your shiver, the feel of your fingers digging into his skin sending a jolt through him. "Someone's eager," he mutters, his hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you even closer against him.
His other hand comes up, his thumb tracing the contour of your chin. He tilts your head up, his gaze a mixture of desire and possessive claiming. "You certainly know how to get my attention, princess," he murmurs, his voice a deep growl.
You slide your hands up his shirt, fingers dancing over his tense muscles. âDoctor..â you murmur. Cullen lets out a low hiss as your hands skim over his bare skin. Your touch seems to electrify him, his body tensing even more beneath your touch.
"Yes, princess?" he responds, his voice rougher than before. He leans down, his lips hovering over your ear. "What is it that you want?" he asks, his warm breath sending another shiver through you.
âI want..â you bury your face into his stomach, breathing in his musk mixed with his cologne. âYour hand wasn't enough⊠I need more of you..â your voice is needy and desperate as you gaze up at him, chin pressed against his firm abs.Â
Carlisleâs breath hitches at your admission, the mix of desperation and need in your voice firing up his own primal instincts. His hand at the small of your back grips tighter, his body tensing as he struggles to keep control.
"You want more, huh?" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. He releases his grip on your chin, his hand moving to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he growls.
âPlease doctor?â the pads of your fingers dig into his back. Cullen lets out a low, possessive growl as you dig your fingers into his back. The pleading tone of your voice, the desperation in your touch, only serves to fuel his own need.
"You beg so prettily, princess," he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. "How can I resist when you ask so nicely?" He leans down, his lips hovering over yours, his breath warm on your skin. "But you must be specific, sweetheart. You need to tell me exactly what it is you want.â
âI want you to fuck me, please..â you gasp, lips parting for him. Carlisleâs eyes darken at your blunt request, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. He closes the small gap between you, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, delving and tasting, his hand at the back of your head holding you in place.
He pulls back from the kiss, his lips hovering millimeters from yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're insatiable, you know that?" he mutters, his free hand sliding down your body to grasp your hip. "How am I supposed to deny such a pretty request?"
With a low growl of approval, Cullen's hands guide you to the edge of the exam table, your legs shaking with anticipation. He bends you over, the cold steel pressing into your abdomen as he pulls your panties down, exposing your trembling thighs.Â
You feel his erection, hot and demanding, as he lines himself up with your slick entrance, the tip of his cock pressing into your wetness. His hand firmly grips your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he adjusts his position, the sound of his zipper echoing in the small room.Â
You gasp as he enters you, inch by inch, filling you completely, the sensation of his cold skin against your heated flesh sending waves of pleasure through your body. His other hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off your air, but enough to remind you of his dominance, his control over your body and your desires.Â
He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you, the force making you cry out. His grip tightens, his hips setting a punishing rhythm that has you seeing stars. Each thrust sends a jolt of cold fire through you, the stark contrast of his frigid skin against your burning need only serving to heighten your pleasure.Â
The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled whimpers and his deep, satisfied grunts as he claims you, his sharp canines grazing your shoulder as he marks you, his patient.
As your moans grew louder, Cullen's hand left your hip and covered your mouth, his thumb pressing against your lower lip as his other fingers dug into your cheek. He was relentless, his hips moving with a precision that spoke of his experience and his unyielding need to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.Â
Each thrust hit the spot deep inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, and you could feel yourself growing wetter, your walls clenching around him with every stroke. The muffled sounds of your cries were only for his ears, a secret symphony of passion that played out in the quiet of the exam room.Â
His own breaths grew harsher, his movements more erratic, as he felt your body tense beneath him, his name a silent scream against his palm. The heat of your arousal mixed with the coldness of his hand on your mouth was a delicious torment, your eyes rolling back in your head as he claimed you, his possession complete.Â
The world outside the room ceased to exist, and all that remained was the frantic dance of your bodies, the cold steel of his touch, and the warm, velvety embrace of his cock filling you over and over again. You felt your climax building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter you, your body begging for release.Â
"Not yet, princess," Cullen whispers, his voice hoarse and urgent against your ear, his movements unrelenting. His cold hand slides from your mouth to your neck, his grip firm as he feels your body begin to tighten around him, the warmth of your passion meeting the chill of his touch.Â
His strokes become deeper, more deliberate, as he watches your face contort with the beginnings of your climax. You try to hold back, your eyes squeezed shut, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip to muffle your cries. Each thrust sends a fresh wave of cold fire through you, making your toes curl and your nails dig into the edge of the exam table.Â
"Iâll let you know when to cum for me," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand on your hip guides your hips back to meet his, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. You can feel the swell of his cock inside you, the pressure building, the coldness of his skin against your hot, wet flesh.
Your eyes fly open, and you stare at the wall, panting, as he continues to fuck you with a masterful precision that has you teetering on the edge of oblivion. Your body is his to command, your pleasure his to give and withhold.Â
And as much as you want to cum, to shatter beneath his touch, you know that you won't until he says so. The anticipation is agonizing, a sweet torture that only makes the eventual release all the more potent.Â
You whimper, your body begging for relief, but Cullen's grip tightens, his movements unyielding. "Soon," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. "But not yet. I want to feel you clench around me, tight and desperate, begging for it." His voice is a dark promise, a siren's call that you can't resist.Â
You push back against him, your body moving in time with his rhythm, the cold steel of his hand on your neck a stark contrast to the warmth building in your core. The tension is unbearable, a coil winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.Â
You're so close, so very close, but he won't let you go over the edge. Not yet. Not until he's ready. And in that moment, you realize just how much you crave his control, his dominance over your very being. It's a heady feeling, one that makes you want to both fight against him and surrender completely to his will.Â
You gasp out his name, a plea and a curse all rolled into one, your voice echoing in the small, intimate space. His response is a feral growl, his hips slamming into you with renewed vigor, his hand on your neck pressing a little harder, his thumb stroking the pulse point beneath your jaw.Â
You're so close, so incredibly close, and you know that when he finally lets you go, when he allows you to come, it's going to be like nothing you've ever felt before. The coldness of his touch, the heat of his desire, the raw power of his control all coalesce into a storm of sensation that threatens to consume you. And you can't wait.
âYou can let go now.â he growls into your ear. With a final, powerful thrust, Cullen's hand clamps down hard over your mouth, muffling your scream of pleasure as your body finally gives in to the climax that had been building for what felt like an eternity.Â
The pressure of his hand, the coldness of his skin against your flushed cheek, only heightens the sensation, making your orgasm feel like it's shattering you into a million pieces. Your eyes squeeze shut as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, your legs trembling and your core clenching around him, desperately trying to hold on to the feeling.Â
His own release follows swiftly, his hips jerking as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you completely with his seed. His grip on your neck tightens, his breath hot against your ear, as he rides out his climax with a deep, guttural groan. The room seems to spin around you, the only solid point the cold steel of his hand, grounding you in the midst of the tumultuous storm of sensation.Â
As your body starts to come down from the high, you feel him pull out slowly, his grip on you loosening, his breathing still ragged. He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something else, something primal and possessive.Â
You collapse onto the exam table, boneless and spent, the coldness of the room now a stark contrast to the heat that still pulses through your veins. He reaches down to pull your panties back up, his movements surprisingly gentle given the ferocity of his earlier actions.Â
The cold fabric against your sensitive skin sends a shiver through you, a final reminder of the intensity of what just transpired. You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of when you'll get to feel his cold touch again, eager to play out this twisted game of cat and mouse once more.
đŽou first met carlisle cullen when you moved to forks and had a minor accident. nothing dramatic, just a sprained ankle and some bruises after slipping on wet pavement near the hospital.
he was the doctor who treated you. calm, kind, effortlessly elegant. he smiled softly as he checked your vitals, his voice a warm balm that made your pulse jump.
you noticed something in his eyes that day. a flicker of familiarity, like he recognized something in you.
he would say later that it was the way your eyes lingered on the rain through the hospital window, looking peaceful, thoughtful. like someone who didnât belong to this world either.
carlisle keeps his distance at first. he tells himself itâs wrong. heâs centuries old, heâs a vampire, and you deserve a human life, a normal life. but he finds excuses.
you get an anonymous donation to cover your medical bill. a nurse mentions dr. cullen asking how youâre recovering. you swear you see his car pass your street once or twice too often to be coincidence.
heâs used to controlling his thirst. but heâs not used to controlling his heart. thatâs harder. infinitely harder.
every time you cross paths again, grocery store, library, a town event, heâs impossibly kind. but always just out of reach. his glances linger. his hands hesitate when they brush yours. you notice how his jaw tenses when you thank him too sweetly.
he starts volunteering with community projects more often, knowing youâre involved. youâre painting murals at the high school or helping restock books at the library, and suddenly dr. cullen is there, donating supplies or offering his car to help transport boxes.
âjust wanted to help,â he says, voice low, gaze fixed just over your shoulder.
he lends you his coat when itâs cold one night at a fundraiser, even though he never gets cold. when you return it a week later, folded and smelling like you, he stares at it for minutes before hiding it in the back of his closet like a secret.
the way he looks at you when you speak, like youâre the only thing anchoring him to the earth. he listens so intently. he remembers everything. what flowers you like. how you take your tea. the name of your childhood dog.
when you catch him watching you, itâs not with hunger, itâs longing. deep and aching. like he wishes he could hold your hand without crumbling. like he wants to be the one you come home to and hates himself for even thinking it.
you slowly start realizing more about him. the way heâs always cold, freezing cold. at first, you write it off. heâs a doctor. hospitals are cold. maybe his circulation is just⊠strange.
another time, you help organize a photo wall at the hospital to celebrate long-time staff. thereâs a photo from 15 years ago, heâs in it. and he looks exactly the same.
not âaged wellâ. not âmaybe itâs just good lighting.â no. itâs identical. the jawline, the eyes, the way his mouth turns at the corners. frozen in time.
you stop trying to make sense of it. but you donât forget.
the realization doesnât come like a thunderclap. it comes like fog lifting. all the little things. all the signs. the cold. the silence. the shadows. the stillness in his body. the ache in his eyes.
one day, youâre alone with him in a quiet room. heâs talking about life like heâs lived too many of them.
and it hits you: he has.
you stare at him, heart in your throat. âyouâreâŠâ
he just watches you, unmoving. and his eyes⊠god, his eyes, they say yes. without ever speaking the word.
after that, nothing changes. not really.
you still see him at the hospital when you volunteer. he still greets you with that same impossibly gentle smile. Still holds the door open for you. still walks beside you in companionable silence like he always has.
but itâs not the same. not after you know.
now you notice everything with a different weight.
the stillness of his body when heâs not pretending to be human. the absence of breath when he thinks no oneâs listening. the way his golden eyes seem darker when heâs close to you too long, like heâs holding his breath for your sake.
and he knows youâve figured it out.
you never said it aloud. you didnât need to. you both carry the truth like a fragile object neither one of you wants to drop.
it starts with the distance.
not the kind that hurts, just⊠cautious space. carlisle doesnât stand as close anymore. his hands stay folded in front of him or tucked into his coat. he avoids unnecessary contact, even though you miss the warmthless comfort of his fingers brushing yours.
you catch him once, watching you from across the hallway when he thinks youâre not looking.
you smile softly.
he looks away, jaw tight, lips parted like he wants to say something but canât.
the conversations stay light.
books. local news. work. you talk about the rain. he listens like itâs scripture. you mention a book youâre reading, and he asks questions. not because he doesnât know the story, but because he wants to hear it from you.
you try to break the tension once.
you say, lightly, âyou know iâm not going to run away screaming, right?â
and his reply is immediate, too immediate.
âi know.â
but he says it like heâs still waiting for the day you do.
thereâs something softer between you now.
a kind of knowing. a shared secret neither of you dares to press on too hard.
the kindness in his eyes carries more weight now. so does the way he pulls back when he gets too close. the way he pauses before speaking. the way he stares at your throat sometimes, only for the briefest flicker of a second, before his gaze moves back to your eyes.
itâs not fear. itâs restraint.
and guilt. always guilt.
as if heâs still unsure whether you seeing the truth was a gift or a wound.
but even with all the awkwardness⊠he still stays.
still meets you in the hallways. still helps you carry things. still listens. still offers you his umbrella. still walks you to your car.
thereâs one night during a thunderstorm when youâre stuck at the hospital after dropping off supplies. the power flickers, plunging the corridor into shadows broken only by flashes of lightning. the rain pounds steadily against the windows, a rhythmic hum against the stillness.
youâre halfway down the hallway, arms crossed for warmth, when you hear footsteps. unhurried but purposeful.
carlisle turns the corner with a flashlight in his hand, his golden eyes immediately finding yours. the relief on his face is subtle, but itâs there, etched into the soft furrow of his brow, the way he exhales like heâs been holding his breath all night.
âcome with me,â he says gently, offering you his hand.
he leads you to his office, the soft glow of the flashlight throwing golden halos around his silhouette. inside, the storm seems more distant, tucked away behind the thick windows. he lights a few candles and places them around the room. itâs quiet. intimate. the kind of quiet that feels sacred.
you sit across from him on the low couch, knees brushing under the blanket he gently draped over your legs. the flickering light makes the angles of his face look like they were carved from marble and warmth all at once.
he looks down at your hand, resting on the edge of the couch, and for a moment, he forgets himself. his fingers twitch, aching to reach for you, but he doesnât move.
you notice.
âyou can touch me, carlisle,â you whisper, barely louder than the storm outside. âi donât mind.â
his gaze lifts slowly to yours, and thereâs something unspoken in it. something ancient. something unraveling.
he finally reaches for your hand and threads his fingers through yours with a reverence that makes your chest ache.
âiâve lived three centuries,â he murmurs, his voice raw with something heavy, âand never, not once, have i felt this.â his thumb brushes over your knuckles, slow and trembling.
you hold your breath.
âthis ache i carry when iâm not near you⊠i donât know how to quiet it anymore.â
the candlelight flickers. you think maybe heâs about to let go, but instead, he pulls your joined hands to his chest, like heâs trying to memorize the feeling.
âyou donât know what youâve done to me,â he says, quieter this time. âand i donât know how to stop needing you.â
his hand is still over yours, pressed to his chest, and you can feel it, even though thereâs no heartbeat. the weight of it. the ache. like his whole world has funneled into that one point of contact.
the candlelight flickers again, shadows dancing softly across his face. heâs staring at you like heâs afraid heâs dreaming, like youâll vanish if he breathes too hard. his lips part, then close again. you can see the war behind his eyes.
you lean in just slightly, and thatâs all it takes. he leans in too, almost involuntarily, his face now only inches from yours. his voice comes out as barely a whisper, desperate and breaking.
âi told myself i would never feel this again,â he says, almost like a confession. ânot after everything. after the wars. the blood. the loneliness. i thought iâd buried this part of me centuries ago.â
your breath catches.
âbut then you came,â he continues, shaking his head like he still doesnât understand it. âwith your warmth, your voice, your laugh⊠and suddenly every part of me that had been quiet, dead, was starving again.â
you can feel the heat radiating off his skin, even if it isnât from blood. itâs the kind of warmth born of longing, of want buried so deep itâs fossilized.
his eyes fall to your lips for just a second too long.
âi think about you,â he whispers, like heâs ashamed of it. âmore than i should. i hear your name in my mind when iâm trying to focus. i imagine what it would feel like to hold you, to come home to you. and then i hate myself for wanting so much from you when i donât deserve it.â
you reach up and gently cup his cheek and thatâs when his resolve nearly shatters.
âcarlisle,â your eyes look up at him with such tenderness he melts. âyouâre allowed to want this.â
his eyes flutter shut at your touch, and his breath stutters. for a moment, youâre certain heâs going to kiss you.
he leans forward, forehead resting against yours, and his voice is a desperate tremble.
âi shouldnât,â he breathes. âbut iâve never wanted anything more.â
you whisper his name.
his fingers tighten slightly around yours.
and just as his lips begin to brush against yours, barely, just the ghost of a kiss, he suddenly pulls away.
the movement is swift but not cold. his hands linger on yours like he doesnât want to let go, like it hurts to let go. but he does.
he stands up, pacing a few steps away, facing the window where the rain slides down like silver threads.
âiâm sorry,â he says, voice hoarse. âi donât trust myself around you. iâm sorry, i canât do it. i canât.â
you rise from the couch slowly.
he turns to face you, and youâve never seen someone look so torn. so completely wrecked by love they wonât allow themselves to have.
he left that night with nothing more than a whispered apology and a look that gutted you, begging you not to give up on him, even as he walked away.
you didnât.
but the silence since then has gnawed at your ribs like something hollow. and you canât take it anymore.
so you go to the hospital. not because you need to, but because you have to see him. you find him in his office, alone, papers stacked untouched on the desk, a book open in front of him but clearly unread.
he looks up.
and for a split second, he doesnât speak. just stares, like heâs been starving and you just walked in smelling like salvation.
âcarlisle,â you whisper, stepping forward, voice fragile with the weight of everything unsaid.
he stands slowly, almost like he doesnât trust his body to move. your name softly escapes his lips like a prayer.
âiâm sorry,â he says, quiet but wrecked. âabout that night, about everything. iââ
you move closer, interrupting him.
âi canât do this halfway,â you say, throat tight. âif you want me, want me. but please, stop pretending this isnât real.â
and thatâs it.
thatâs the match to centuries of restraint.
because suddenly, he moves.
one second heâs across the room. the next, heâs in front of you, grabbing your face like heâs drowning and youâre the only air heâs ever known.
his lips crash into yours.
itâs not careful. itâs not gentle. itâs centuries of aching, a hundred lifetimes of loneliness detonating all at once in a single kiss.
his hands slide into your hair, desperate and rough, pulling you closer like itâs hurting him not to have you against him. his mouth is hot and open, kissing you like heâs trying to carve you into memory. like heâs furious with himself for waiting this long. for holding back when this, you, was what heâs needed all along.
a groan rips from his throat when you clutch the front of his shirt, and it only spurs him on. he walks you back against the wall, never breaking the kiss, his hands roaming like heâs trying to memorize the shape of you. your waist, your spine, your trembling shoulders.
âgod,â he breathes between kisses, his forehead pressed to yours, lips swollen, voice ruined. âyou have no idea how long iâve wanted this. how long iâveâfought this.â
you run your fingers through his hair, dragging him back down, and he moans into your mouth like heâs finally, finally home.
âyou drive me mad,â he whispers. âi dream about you. i ache for you. iâve walked this earth for centuries and never, never, has anything undone me like you do.â
his hands slide down your back, anchoring you against him.
âiâm so tired of pretending,â he murmurs, kissing down your jaw, your neck, desperate to touch as much of you as youâll let him. âso tired of being good. i need you. i need you so bad.â
your breath shudders.
youâve never seen him like this.
not composed. not calm. but shaking with want.
âthen take me,â you whisper against his lips. âyou already have.â
he kisses you again. deeper, slower now, but no less intense. like heâs tasting the rest of his eternity in your mouth. like heâll never let himself go this long without you again.
and in that moment, with your hands tangled in his hair and his body pressed fully to yours, you know:
carlisle cullen has never let go like this before.
and now that he has, thereâs no putting him back together.
These are all of the fics and headcannons I have so far. This post will be updated with more as they come. This post can be found on my pinned post under "The Mate" Y/N.
Fics
-Cognitive Dissonance
-Stay With Me
-Bloody Promises
Headcanons
-He Insists You Sit On His Lap
-Unexpected Delivery
-Carlisle with a romantically inexperienced reader + blurb
Pairing - Carlisle x mate vampire reader you and Carlisle have been paired for centuries, giving Bella just a peak of your love for each other
The first time you heard the name Carlisle Cullen, it was little more than a whisper carried through the slow, secretive channels vampires used to spread unusual news. You had existed for centuries already, turned sometime in 1570s in a world that still burned people for witchcraft and whispered about monsters lurking in forests. You had survived by instinct and restraint when you could manage it, but restraint had always been a fragile thing for your kind.
So when you heard rumors of a vampire who refused human blood, who lived only on animals, you were certain it was nonsense. A fantasy. A story told by desperate creatures trying to believe they could be something better than what they were.
Still, curiosity had always been one of your greatest flaws.
It took you years to track him down. The world was slower then, information traveled by rumor and chance encounters. But eventually your search led you to England, where the quiet doctor moved like a ghost among humans, gentle and careful, leaving no trace of what he truly was.
The night you finally saw Carlisle, you almost didnât believe it.
He stood alone in a clearing just beyond a small village, moonlight spilling across his pale hair as he finished feeding from a deer. When he noticed you, he didnât attack. Didnât bare his teeth.
He simply stepped back, giving you space.
âYouâve been following me,â he said calmly, his voice carrying the soft accent of centuries past. You tilted your head, studying him with open curiosity. âYouâre the one drinking animal blood.â
His golden eyes flickered with surprise that you knew. âYes.â You had expected arrogance. Or madness, instead, he looked⊠hopeful.
Something strange stirred inside your chest the moment your eyes met. A pull, deep and unexplainable. Like something ancient recognizing its other half after centuries of wandering.
You felt it instantly and judging by the stunned look that crossed Carlisleâs face, he felt it too.
You laughed softly, disbelief coloring your voice.
âWell,â you murmured, stepping closer, âthat explains the strange feeling.â Carlisle blinked. âYou feel it as well?â
You nodded once. âSeems weâre something rather rare,â you said quietly. âMates.â The word lingered between you like a vow neither of you had expected.
Three hundred years later, the feeling had never faded, if anything, it had only grown stronger.
When Bella Swan first arrived in Forks, she noticed it almost immediately. She had already been overwhelmed by meeting the rest of the Cullen family, Edward Cullen, Esme Cullen, and the others, but there was something quietly different about the way you and Carlisle interacted.
It wasnât obvious at first, just small things.
The way Carlisleâs hand would naturally find yours when you stood near each other. The soft smiles that passed between you across the room. The way you seemed to gravitate toward one another without even thinking.
Bella noticed it most one evening while visiting the Cullen house.
She had been sitting on the couch nervously, watching the strange but warm dynamics of the vampire family around her. Edward sat beside her, explaining something quietly, when her eyes drifted toward the kitchen.
You stood at the counter, flipping through a medical journal Carlisle had left open. A small, amused smile tugged at your lips, a moment later Carlisle entered the room. His eyes found you instantly and his entire expression softened, not dramatically. Anyone else might have missed it, but Bella saw.
He walked over quietly, resting one hand at the small of your back in a gesture so natural it seemed like second nature.
âWhat did you find?â he asked gently. You hummed, pointing at the page. âYour colleagueâs theory here is flawed.â
Carlisle leaned closer to read, your shoulders brushing, for a moment neither of you spoke, just standing with eachother.
Then he chuckled softly. âYouâre right,â he admitted. Bella stared at the scene unfolding Infront of her.
Three hundred years, Edward had told her earlier. You and Carlisle had been together for three hundred years.
And yet the way he looked at youâŠ
It wasnât tired.
It wasnât routine.
It was the same look Bella had seen people give each other during the first days of falling in love.
Warm. Devoted. Completely certain.
Later, Bella found herself whispering to Edward, eyes still drifting toward the two of you across the room.
âTheyâve been together for centuries, right?â Edward nodded in agreement. âYes. three give or take a few."
Bella watched as Carlisle brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, the movement so gentle it almost felt sacred. Her lips parted slightly in amazement. âThey still lookâŠâ she struggled for the word.
Edward smiled knowingly.
âHopelessly in love?â
Bella nodded slowly.
Across the room, you laughed softly at something Carlisle said, the sound light and warm. He looked at you the way someone might look at the sun after a long winter, like something he would never take for granted.
Edward leaned back against the couch.
âThatâs what happens,â he said quietly, âwhen you find the person meant for you.â
Bella watched the two of you a moment longer.
Three hundred years.
And somehow the love between you and Carlisle still looked brand new.
I yearn for Carlisle cullen spoiling y/n. Maybe where she is nervous to ask for something (like jewelry) and he is like "here is my debit card đ".
Carlisle Cullen loves spoiling you :
Warnings : fluff, age gap (late twenties), a bit sugar daddyish, short.
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It was a beautiful piece of art, a masterpiece truly. Now, you weren't usually a big jewelry person; you mostly wore the same bracelet and ring every day, but this one really caught your eye.
A marvelous two-layer necklace, a top part as a choker and the second was a gentle drop of pearls and little golden chains holding soft stars. A big northern star is setting just on top of the valley of the chest. Above, a polished sapphire was framed in an opal shape, and surrounding said stone were two pretty firefly wings.
It was amazing, but also expansive. You weren't poor, but there was no way in hell you could afford such a piece. But oh... you wanted it so bad. Maybe you could allow yourself to take from your main account ? You couldn't take from your savings... Maybe wait for your next birthday ? But what if it's sold by then ?
Maybe... you could ask your boyfriend ? Well, 'boyfriend' didn't feel like the right word. It felt too little for what he meant to you. Carlisle was your partner, through and through. He loved you dearly, and for him, it was only a matter of time before you moved in with him. But ever the gentleman, he was patient. He had all the time in the world.
You knew he had the money, but you never, ever asked anyone to pay for something so expensive for you... Surely if you promised to pay him back, he would lend you the money !
So, filling yourself with courage, you stepped down the stairs. Of course you've been staying at Carlisle's for the week, it was safer here anyway. With your phone behind your back and dressed in a short and one of his large white shirts, you walked up to him. Carlisle was sitting by the fireplace with a book in hand.
He heard you come down and was already smiling at you. "Hey baby... your shower went okay ? Did you have everything you needed ?" He reached out his hand to you.
You took his hand, letting him guide you to stand in between his legs. "Yes... it was great, thanks for all the products, you didn't need to." You smiled gently.
You had been surprised by the amount of great quality self-care products that the bathroom had. It was probably from the few times Carlisle came to your flat and went into your own bathroom that he noted all the hair care and skin care you used. Because that impossible man had stocked his shelves with hydrating creams and shampoos matching your hair type without you even telling him.
"Oh, but I did. I want you to have everything you need, darling." He sat you across his lap and held you gently. "You deserve the best." He brushed your hair out of your face.
"Y-You think so ?" Your cheeks flushed and your hold on your phone tightened.
"I know so." A soft kiss was pressed on your forehead. He noticed the phone. "You wanted to show me something, huh ?"
"Ah yes !" You smiled brightly and unlocked your phone.
You showed him the picture of the necklace, and you saw him tilt his head toward you to observe it. "Mmh, it's lovely." "He smiled." "You want it ?"
"Y-Yeah ! I love it so much, it's so beautiful." You smiled bashfully. "But, mh... I need an advance, and I... I was wondering if you could lend me the money for it. I will pay you back, of course ! I just don't wanna touch my savings, and I know I could wait for my Christmas, but I'm scared it will be sold by thenâŠ"
Meanwhile, Carlisle had already grabbed his wallet, letting you ramble nervously while he pulled out a humble black card. He waited for you to finish before handing it to you kindly.
"Here, baby, buy it. No need to pay me back, never." He smiled and kissed your cheek. "You should have asked me right away, do you need more money in your account ?"
A soft gasp passed your lips, unsure if you should really take the card. You twisted your fingers and looked up at his dark eyes. "Are... are you sure ? I don't want to waste your money."
"It's never a waste if it makes you happy. I have largely enough to spoil you a bit." Carlisle grinned and bounced you lightly on his lap. "My baby deserves the best."
"Mmph..." You nuzzled in his neck and rested there. Finally, you took his card and mumbled a soft 'thank you.'
He didn't answer, simply hugged you tighter to his chest. Carlisle spent the rest of the evening cuddling you and helping get used to the black card. Because very soon, he will give you your very own <3
pregnant reader who is upset her husband left without saying I love you
The moment he arrived home, he began to look for you - his wife. His whole world, his everything only to come face to face with said woman who refused to look at him.
"Please just tell me what is wrong."
"You've stopped loving me!" You wailed.
"And how did you come to that conclusion?"
"You didn't say goodbye, give me a kiss or anything when you left this morning!"
"You were asleep, I couldn't wake you up - not when you lay awake for more than half the night." He smiled softly, relieved that - that was the issue. He was afraid he had messed up somehow without knowing or meaning to. He sighed with his smile still evident. "I don't even think it's possible for me to stop loving you."
You sniffling was muffled as he held you firmly against his chest, refusing to let you go.
"My sweet girl, why would you ever doubt my love for you? Do I not give you every second of my being - devoting it to you solely?" He continued as you just silently began thinking it over, sniffling every once in awhile.
"You're making me feel foolish." You admitted.
"You are not foolish, you have every right to be upset - I should have spoken to you before I left in the morning. And for that, I apologize. Will you forgive me?"
"Only if you say the words you did not say this morning."
He chuckled. "As you wish, love. I love you." He paused, placing a kiss on your cheek."I love you-" Kiss "I love you." Kiss "I love you." Kiss "I love you." His smile only deepened as you let out a stream of giggles, a wide smile now replacing your frown.
"Is that enough for you, my love?" He questioned, holding your face in his hands.
"Maybe once or twice more." You falsely looked as if you were truly debating it.
He attacked your face with kisses before uttering one last, "I love you."
Sure, it was foolish to get upset over trivial things as such but he would never deny you anything. He would be certain to say what he feels for you to ensure your happiness. A very simple girl with a very in love man doesn't seem so bad at the end of the day.
"I suppose I love you too even after the stunt you pulled this morning."
The thought of being Carlisleâs human mate and keep finding huge bills in his pockets when washing clothes and heâs always like âyou can just keep it. Whatâs mine is yours and itâs not a big dealâ
ddejavvu's dilf night
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he thinks it's so cute that you wash his clothes in the first place. he's been around for so long that he's used three different eras of washing machine designs. he's got it down to a science. he's a grown man, he can do his own laundry but one day he comes home to you measuring out laundry detergent and fabric softener and folding his shirts and he doesn't want to offend you by stopping you so he just sits there and watches. sometimes he can haul you up onto the washing machine and get away with folding the clothes himself if he placates you with several kisses while he stands between your legs but most of the time you make him sit and watch while you take care of his laundry.
so yeah, he starts slipping fun little things in there for you to find. it's mostly money, and you're so shy about taking it that you put it in a jar on the counter so that you can get away with not keeping it. he gets around this by writing your name on the jar. it's your jar now. it's your money now. now you know to just pocket it.
one time he leaves a condom in his pants pocket just to see how you react. your face goes all hot and you stuff it into his palm and he has to kiss your burning cheeks while you attempt to squirm out of his hold to run away. he says you're going to need to get over yourself because you'll be seeing it again tonight and he can't have you run off like that all the time.
sometimes he leaves sweet little notes in there but not often because one time you missed it and it got ink and shredded paper all over his clothes. you felt horrible but he led you away from the mess of the washing machine with a hand on your back and kissed you until you forgot about it. now you're extra vigilant in checking his pockets but he doesn't want you to freak out so he doesn't often put notes in there, he'll leave them on the washing machine instead :'))
Maybe where yn is the fiance of David Nolan and they just both bought a house and when they are moving in and David is like , why dont we get married in the backyard with
With all of there friends and family
With alot of fluff and the rest you may decide
This is our castle now
When the curse had fallen upon the castle I didnât think Iâd ever get my happy ending with the love of my life, Prince Charming.
Charming and I didnât exactly do things in the traditional way of marriage, then sex, and then have a baby. Regina or the evil queen made sure that we didnât get to raise our daughter Emma.
Carrying one of the cardboard boxes up the wooden porch steps that entered into the new house. I sat the box beside the open door and brushed hair out of my face with my hands. âI am relieved that we never had to move and unpack in our castle in the Enchanted Forest.â
Charming or rather David as everyone calls him now that the dark curse was finally broken. This has given us a few weeks now to settle in to our new realities that we wonât be going back to our former land and also the fact that we somewhat enjoy the jobs that we had during the curse.
âThe castle wasnât that big, Charming.â I chuckled, turning around in his arms, draping my arms around his neck.
He sent me a weak smile on his lips. âMaybe not for a princess who always grew up in one. But for a former shepherd boy it was always a huge maze to me.â
âSo how does the backyard look? I know itâs not enough room to ride horses in or anything like that. But the seller reassured me that it would be perfect for a young couple like us.â
âIt sounds like a good idea. Itâll take time obviously so - oh my gosh how are they all here?â My mouth dropped open in shock seeing our daughter Emma, her son Henry and a few of our other friends and family. Regina was standing at the very end with my parents all staring at us.
David led me by the hand up to my mom and dad who were crying out happy tears of joy. âWe spent 28 years separated underneath the curse. When we were in the Enchanted Forest together all I ever wanted was for us to be a real family. I didn't want to wait any longer to call you my wife.â He reached inside his jacket pocket, revealing a wedding ring in between his thumb and index finger.
Shifting my gaze up to meet him I felt my eyes watering at the sight of the green jeweled ring. âWait a second. Who's ring is that?â
âMy mother's ring.â He held it up to me. âShe told me the day I left the family farm that true love follows this ring wherever it goes. I didnât believe her at first until I bumped into you at King Midas ball.â
âI wanna do this the right way. I wanna make sure that you and I are still as strong as we were before the curse ripped us away from each other.â His soft gaze locked onto softly questioning me. âDo you still want to marry me, Princess Y/n?â
âYes.â He grinned with me helping him up to stand. My father walked with me up to the back door letting everyone get into their positions to perform a wedding ceremony. A few minutes later my father pushed open the door letting me step outside first. Looping my arm through his we walked together slowly till we reached the end of the isle. âIâm sorry you had to wait to walk me to my wedding, dad.â
âDonât apologize, honey. Iâm just happy that youâre happy and now I get to meet my granddaughter - even if she is a full grown adult now with her own son.â
David takes my hand in his and I removed my other one from my fatherâs and placed it in my soon to be husbandâs. âIâll take good care of her, sir.â
âI know you will , Prince Charming.â My father nodded in agreement moving to stand by my mothers side who was nearly already sobbing happy tears and the ceremony hadnât even started yet.
âOkay Iâve never done a wedding ceremony before but I will do my best.â Regina cleared her throat, she put a hand over our intertwined ones. âMs. Swan, could you and Henry provide them the rings.â
Emma each handed us individually a ring shifting his focus onto me first. âY/n, do you take this man to be your husband?â
âI do.â
Regina eyed my fiance. âDavid, do you take this woman to be your wife?â
âI do.â
Henry put a hand on each of our shoulders letting us slip the rings on the other hand. âI now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.â David takes a step towards me cupping my face in his hands, deeply kissing me.
From now until the end of our days I knew no curse or evil queen would separate me from the man I loved and our new much smaller castle of a home.
Summary: headcanons for for every one's favorite prince. And this is for all the girlies that like their smut a little fluffier and sweeter
MasterList
A = Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex)
As soon as you're done, David doesnât leave your side - not even for a second. He stays on top of you for a moment, still buried deep, his forehead pressed to yours. Your breathing is synced. Then, gently, he pulls out and wraps you in his arms, guiding you onto his chest. âEasy, Love⊠come here. Iâve got youâ
Once you start to relax, he kisses your temple and murmurs: âStay here, baby. Iâll clean you upâ
He returns with a warm, damp cloth and kneels between your thighs. Heâs gentle, careful, checking your expression constantly.
Heâs meticulous but loving - cleans between your thighs, kisses them, traces his fingers lightly down your legs as he finishes.
David needs cuddles after sex. Big spoon, little spoon, tangled legs, kisses to the shoulder blades, chest, cheeks, whatever. He needs skin-on-skin contact.
B = Body part (your favorite body part of his and his favorite of yours)
You're utterly captivated by Davidâs eyes. Theyâre not just beautiful, theyâre electric, full of warmth, strength, and desire. During sex, you need to lock eyes with him; itâs your anchor, your reassurance, and fuel all at once. âDonât look away. I need to see all of youâ
You love tracing the sharp angles of his jaw with your fingertips and kissing the soft skin at his throat. When you do, he leans into your touch, eyes locked on you. âGod, you're so handsome, you know that?â
He loves gripping your hips firmly, feeling every movement you make against him. Itâs both his way of leading and showing how much he cherishes you. Heâs obsessed with her curves.
âYouâre mine, right here, right nowâ
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basicallyâŠIâm a disgusting person)
David prefers to finish inside you, wanting you to feel full and cherished. He holds you close as he comes, his grip firm but careful, making sure you're completely comfortable.
Even in the moment of release, David keeps his eyes locked on yours, drinking in your reactions - how your breath hitches, how you grips him. The connection makes it even more intense.
âThatâs it⊠take it, baby. All of it. Every dropâs yoursâ
The moment you come hard on his tongue - hips shaking, breath hitched, he groans into you. He doesnât stop. He drinks you in like heâs starving. âGod, you taste so sweet. Iâll never get enoughâ
When you take him in your mouth, David loses his mind. Heâs gentle with his grip in your hair, but his praise gets filthy, loving, and completely ruined as he nears the edge. If you keep going and swallow him down, he lets out a wrecked moan, head tipped back. âThatâs it. Thatâs my good girl⊠taking it all. You make me fall apart, babyâ
D = Dominant? (Pretty self-explanatory, how dominant is he)
David doesnât shout. He doesnât bark orders. He guides with a deep, controlled tone that leaves no room for questions. âLook at me, y/n. Right here. Stay with me, sweetheartâ
The firmness in his voice is grounding - never cruel, never cold. His control makes you feel safe and desired, not small.
David uses his hands to gently but firmly guide your body. On her knees, onto the bed, over his lap. A hand on your lower back. A possessive grip on your hip. Fingers under your chin to tilt your face to his.
Praise-Heavy Domination! David doesnât degrade. He praises like itâs his religion. The filthiest things come out of his mouth in a tone so reverent it melts you.
âTaking me so deep⊠look at you, so freaking perfectâ
He builds you up, teases the edge, then takes you harder, deeper, firmer than you expected - without ever breaking that emotional rhythm.
Even at his most dominant, David checks in. âYou okay? You're doing so goodâ
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
David's never careless or detached. His experience comes through in how attuned he is to your body, breath, and boundaries. He doesnât rush. He watches, he listens, and he responds with purpose.
His Touch is Skilled, Intentional, and Patient. David doesnât grope or fumble - he explores. Slowly. He maps your skin like itâs sacred, kissing places most men would overlook, whispering into the crook of your neck.
âI want to learn what drives you wild⊠and what makes you meltâ
If you're inexperienced: If you are new to intimacy, David naturally takes the lead - guiding you with soft hands, slow pacing, and clear consent. He tells you what heâs doing before he does it, and invites you to speak up. âBreathe, baby. Youâre doing perfect. Hold on to meâ
He Talks you Through It - Slowly, Tenderly. During your first time, heâs soft-spoken but steady - coaching you with sweet, low commands that make you feel safe and wanted. âThatâs it, open your legs for me. There you goâ
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
Missionary: David loves this. Not because itâs basic - because it allows him to watch you fall apart. He kisses you slowly, touches you everywhere, rocks his hips into hers with a deliberate pace while he keeps his eyes locked on yours. âYouâre so damn beautiful. I donât ever want to stopâ
His forearms cage you in as he lowers himself, nose brushing yours, whispering praises between thrusts. âThatâs it. Just like that. Taking me so well, babyâ
He doesnât just make love - he worships you. Eye contact is non-negotiable. âEyes on me, sweetheart. Stay with meâ
Wall sex: When David takes you against a wall, itâs pure desperate reverence. Usually after an argument, an intense moment, or when heâs been holding back for too long.
He lifts you effortlessly - gripping under your thighs, pressing your back into the wall, forehead against yours, eyes locked. âIâm not letting you down until youâve come on me, twiceâ
He thrusts deep but controlled, one hand braced against the wall, the other cradling your cheek, guiding your rhythm.
Shower sex: it's steamy, Protective, Controled slowly. In the shower, David becomes almost reverent - kissing the water from your lips, pressing you against the tile with gentle strength. His hand on your lower back guides you into position, while the other keeps you safe from slipping. âLean back on me, just like thatâ
He enters you from behind, one hand wrapped around your belly, the other teasing your breast or between your thighs, making you gasp.
Desk sex: When you visit him after hours, sometimes things turn dangerously heated. Your perched on his desk, paperwork scattered, the door locked, and heâs standing between your legs, gripping your hips like he owns you.
The desk creaks. He doesnât care.
When you cum? He holds you still, whispering praiseses as he tucks you into his lap, letting you rest against his chest in the aftermath. âThere you go. Iâve got you. Alwaysâ
Soft ridding (what's the saying? Save the horse, ride the prince?): David is obsessed with you riding him - not because he wants to sit back and watch, but because it lets them stay close. Her hands braced on his chest, eye contact, His hands guiding your hips, slow and steady.
âYou look so beautiful like this. You feel so goodâ
Sometimes he slides one hand to the back of your neck and will bring your forehead to his. âEyes on me, y/n. Let me see youâ
He doesnât rush you. He wants you to take your time. Heâll whisper to you through every roll of your hips and every tremble of your thighs.
Then when you start to lose rhythm - overwhelmed by the stretch and intimacy, heâll take over just enough to keep you steady. âYouâre doing so good for me, babyâ
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
He's not goofy, but He'll Smile when she moans louder than expected. Especially if you gasp or whimper in a way thatâs new, or if you claw at his back with no warning. David will pause just long enough to smirk and kiss her hard.
âwow, that loud for me already?â
David has this habit of smiling while kissing - especially when you gasp or say something needy, like âPlease, Davidâ in a breathy voice.
The laugh isnât mocking - itâs intimate. Heâs overwhelmed with how much he wants you and how much he loves you. âGod, I love when you begâ
Even when heâs deep inside you, pressing you down into the mattress with one strong arm, heâll say something with a crooked smile that makes your face burn: âYou didnât think Iâd make you come this fast, did you?â
H = Hair(Hair pulling? What his scruff is like)
David doesnât pull your hair in a rough, careless way. Instead, he threads his fingers through it, slowly, reverently, and then gathers it at the base of your neck, holding you still, just enough to guide you - not hurt you. âIâve got you. Just feelâ
When you try to look away in overwhelmed pleasure, he uses that grip to bring your eyes back to his: âEyes on me, baby. I want to see you cumâ
His touch is possessive but careful. Not about control, but about anchoring you. Grounding you. Letting you fall apart without falling away.
David loves your hair. He plays with it when you're cuddled up on the couch. He runs his fingers through it after sex, lazily, like he canât stop touching you.
Whether you're kneeling in front of him, straddling him, or beneath him - his hand at the base of your scalp says, youâre safe, stay right here, let me take care of you.
And when you're on top and your hair falls in your face? He brushes it back with slow, tender fingers, even in the middle of thrusting up into you. âNeed to see you, sweetheart. Youâre too damn beautiful to hideâ
When you fist your hands in his hair during sex, David groans against your skin - especially when you grab at it mid-orgasm, or while heâs going down on you.
âGod, yes - pull it. I want to feel how bad you need meâ
David keeps a well-trimmed scruff, it adds to his sheriff/knight charm, his protector energy. Itâs soft in places, rough in others - a perfect mix of scratch and silk. When he kisses down your stomach, you feel that scrape and shiver.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspectâŠ)
David doesnât just touch your body - he notices little details: how your voice softens when you're tired, how you fidget when you're anxious, how your whole body leans toward him when you're craving closeness. Heâs the kind of man to cradle your cheek while he's making love to you.
Sex is always intimate - not just physical. Even when you both are rougher or more desperate, David is emotionally right there with you. He holds eye contact, whispers praise, kisses you like heâs coming home. âLetâs slow down. Let me love you properlyâ
Even outside of sex the both of you are touching each other constantly, but gently: his hand on your lower back or his fingers laced with yours. Your fingers running through his hair while sitting on the couch or your head on his shoulder.
He keeps a hand on your thigh when theyâre in the truck. Sleeps with his arm around your waist, thumb rubbing soft circles under your shirt.
J = Jealous? (Is he the jealous type? Are you? )
David is secure. He trusts you, but if some flirty guy makes you laugh too much or if you mention an ex in passing Or god forbid, someone compliments you in front of him? Yeah. He sulks. Adorably. âOh, he made you laugh, huh?â
Heâll make dramatic sighs, pretens to be wounded, steal all your attention like a golden retriever who thinks you pet another dog.
But once theyâre behind closed doors? That playful jealousy becomes slow, intense possessiveness. He kisses you like heâs staking a claim. Not rough - just intentional. Focused. Firm.
Heâll go down on you like itâs his personal mission to remind you who makes you fall apart. Every moan, every gasp, he drinks it in, smiling now because he knows heâs won.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise kink: David lives to praise you - during foreplay, during sex, and especially after. He makes you feel revered, not just desired.
He speaks to you like you're the most precious thing heâs ever touched, but still says it while heâs gripping your hips and thrusting slow and deep. âYou take me so well, sweetheartâ
âThatâs my good girl. Youâre doing so good for meâ
Oral fixation: David. Loves. Eating. You. Out.
Thereâs no pride. No rush. No âforeplayâ mindset. Itâs worship. It's a priority.
He keeps his hands on your thighs or under your ass to hold you steady when you try to squirm away. He loves when you pull his hair or cry out. âYou should see how gorgeous you look like this, baby. Falling apart for my mouthâ
Oral fixation also goes both ways - when you go down on him, heâs so vocal: hands in your hair, moaning softly, head back, and always praising you like itâs holy. âGod, y/n. That mouth - â
Soft Dom Energy: David doesnât bark orders, he guides. Leads. Holds you in place just enough to make you feel safe and wrecked. His voice stays low, steady - every command full of affection and control.
âLet me feel you. I want you to ride me slowâ
He leads you through the moment like heâs guiding you home. He knows what you need and gives it, over and over again. âYou donât have to think. Just feel. Just listen to meâ
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
The bed: Davidâs favorite place to have sex with you is always your bed. Itâs where heâs the softest - most intimate. Itâs where he can worship you fully, take his time, make you feel adored. âNo rush tonight, sweetheart. I want to feel every second of youâ
He lights candles when he can. Plays soft music. Kisses every inch of your skin before even sliding in.
His Truck: David loves the intimacy of having you close in that tight space - you straddling him in the driverâs seat, your thighs tight around his waist, lips on his neck. âYou gonna keep making those pretty sounds? fog up my windows?â
He keeps one hand low on your back and the other tangled in your hair - not pulling, just holding you there so you canât look away.
Sheriff's station: you sitting on the desk, legs parted? His favorite sight. David stands between your thighs, tugging your skirt up and kissing you like he canât help himself.
His badge is still clipped to his belt. Your hands are gripping his shoulders. Itâs hot and a little unprofessional, but Davidâs still in full control.
Sometimes he'll push you back gently, laying you down on the desk, one hand behind your head so you don't bump it. He never takes his eyes off you.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, what turns you on)
David isnât just turned on by your body (though heâs absolutely gone for it) - heâs turned on by your reactions, your vulnerability, boldness, and the way you trusts him with all of it.
Eye contact when you cum. He lives for that. When you hold his gaze, moaning and whining, hands gripping his shoulders? he tightens his grip just slightly - enough to anchor you there, to make you feel the way heâs focused entirely on you. âDonât look away. Thatâs it, y/n. I wanna see what I do to youâ
When you pull him closer when you're needy and desperate. The way you grab his shirt, tug him back when heâs teasing too much? It flips a switch in him
His hands, God his hands. They're firm, gentle, and Commanding. Whether theyâre on your waist or holding your hips in place while you writhes beneath him - his hands ground you.
You love when he guides you. âTrust me. Iâve got youâ
When he gets a little rough, but Always Safe. You donât need pain, but you love a little bite, a little edge.
His scruff against your inner thigh. His fingers gripping just tight enough. Being pulled into his lap with firm hands and a âYouâre not going anywhereâ
N = NO (Something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
David can praise until you're shaking, but calling you names - even in a joking, dirty way is completely off the table. He doesnât get off on humiliation. In fact, it shuts him down.
No ignoring aftercare. No matter how good, wild, or intense it gets, David never finishes and rolls away. Thatâs a hard no. The moment itâs over, heâs immediately back to caretaker mode.
No emotional disconnect. He wonât do empty sex. If somethingâs off between you both emotionally - a fight unresolved, something unspoken, he wonât pretend nothingâs wrong. âWe donât have to fix it with sex. Weâll talk. Then weâll find our way backâ
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
David loses all control when you drop to your knees or pushes him back onto the bed. Your lips, your tongue, confidence - it wrecks him every time. He cups the back of your head, not forcing, just grounding himself in you.
When you swallow every drop, looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes, heâs undone. âYouâre so good - such a good girl for meâ
He is so vocal when he's getting head, he'll let out deep groans and moans when you deep throat him.
This man doesnât just eat you out - he worships you. Face buried, hands gripping your hips like a lifeline, tongue working you slowly at first, then deeper, harder, hungrier as your pleasure builds. He moans into you like itâs him getting off.
He loves eating you out and putting your pleasure first. He always starts by pressing a soft kiss to your center before slowly dragging his tongue up your slit.
David will grip your hips while he uses his tongue to bring you closer to the edge of pleasure. When he knows you're getting closer, he'll double down with his efforts, letting his tongue do the work while his hands girp your thighs or hips.
P = Pace(Are they fast and rough or they slow and sensual?)
David never rushes the beginning. Whether you're tangled up in bed or pressed against a wall, he starts slow and intentional, letting your body warm to his, coaxing you open with kisses and whispered praise. âTake a breath, baby. Iâm not going anywhereâ
David isnât rough, but heâs commanding. Once he knows you're ready, heâll grip your hips, press you to the bed, or guide your thighs around his waist and start moving with purpose.
David reads you like a map. The moment you start shaking or gasping, he either slows down to keep you from tipping too fast, or divrs in deeper, holding you down as you unravel.
Q = Quickie (Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
David hates quickies - because she deserves more. His internal reaction to quickies isnât frustration at you - itâs frustration that life gets in the way of what you really deserves: time, worship, slow exploration.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
David is careful and protective when it comes to risk - especially anything that could endanger you physically or emotionally. He doesn't push boundaries, he's more worried about if you're comfortable and safe.
S = Stamina (how long they last)
David has solid stamina, he can go long when needed without losing intensity. Heâs not about fast, frantic bursts; instead, he favors a consistent, deep rhythm that builds over time, keeping both of them connected and in sync.
He adapts his pace to your stamina. If you're getting tired, heâll be gentle, lingering movements; if you're still hungry, he'll pick up the pace just enough to keep you both burning.
T = Toys ( do they prefer to use them or no)
Toys aren't your guys thing. David believes nothing beats the intimacy of touch, especially his hands and mouth. Heâd rather feel your reactions directly, without anything between you.
The thought might have crossed your mind - maybe you heard friends talk about them, but when it comes to David, itâs the emotional and physical intimacy that turns her on.
U = Unfair (is he a tease? Are you a tease?)
David teases you not to frustrate you - he does it to watch you fall apart under his hands. Heâs firm but patient, giving you just enough pressure, just enough friction and then pulling back right when you think itâs too good.
You know exactly how to undo him. Sitting on his lap at the sheriffâs station, shifting your hips just enough, or brushing your lips over his jaw when heâs trying to act professional.
You wearing nothing but one of his shirts? Thatâs lethal. David visibly short-circuits. If you stretch or lounge across his bed in it, acting innocent, he grits his teeth and immediately drops everything heâs doing.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Davidâs not silent in bed - not even close. Heâs a steady stream of whispered praise, hitched breaths, and deep groans pressed right against your skin. Itâs all low, gravelly, and dangerously close to your ear. âYou feel so damn goodâ
He talks soft and slow, even when he's in control. The real kicker is that he stays verbal, kissing you, guiding you, praising you the whole way through.
You know exactly how to undo David with your mouth. He starts off with his usual quiet grunts and praise, carding a hand through your hair, gently guiding you. But once you take him deep and make eye contact, he stops talking for just one second and then moans.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
When you wear his flannel, itâs like youâre wrapped in him - his scent, his warmth, his presence all in one oversized, soft shirt. He catches himself staring every time, feeling that little spark hit his chest.
Sometimes, heâll leave a used flannel casually draped over a chair or folded on the bed, hoping youâll find it and wear it.
X = X-Ray (Letâs see whatâs going on in those pants, picture or words)
David is well above average - thick and long, with veins and a slight upward curve. He knows how to use it, slowly stretching you open as he whispers sweet encouragement. âThatâs it, sweetheart⊠take all of me. You can do itâ
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
David isnât the type to say what he wants outright - instead, his yearning shows in the little things: the way his eyes linger too long on your lips, the soft brush of his fingers against your wrist when no oneâs looking.
You know exactly how to make David ache without giving too much away - a lingering touch, a glance that holds a promise, a soft smile when he looks away.
Z = ZZZ (âŠhow quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
You tend to drift off quickly after sex â maybe from sheer exhaustion or just feeling safe in his arms. David, though, stays awake for a while, just watching you. He wants to be absolutely certain youâre comfortable and fully relaxed before he lets his guard down. âgo to sleep Iâm right here.â
Once heâs out, his arm tightens around you, a protective anchor. Itâs clear heâs found his peace only when youâre safe and resting.
summary: reader sees riley walk into the bar and knows just what she wants.
warnings: drinking, flirting, suggestive contents, love
i was all but 22
i think at the time
i'd been out on the road
lonely at night
and it had been awhile
so it was on my mind
y/n has been out at the bar all night so far with her friends. they're traveling following the rodeo as it makes it rounds through the southern and midwestern states. y/n is a barrel racer, while her friends range from tricker riders to bull riders. they had just wrapped up a long day of sweating in the hot sun of oklahoma while doing what they do best. putting on a show for the rodeo fans. and they loved it, they really did. y/n loved feeling the adrenaline right before she set off for that first barrel with her most precious belonging. cooper. her beautiful chestnut quarter horse. he's been with her since she was a teenager and has followed her on this journey with the rodeo. but y/n has been missing something for a while now and she can't seem to figure out what it is.
y/n and her friends where exushted though, they had been working since 7 this morning practicing and then the actual events themselves. needless to say they all needed a break. its currently eight o'clock at night and they'd been here since six in the evening. sure they had dinner here first before they started drinking but as soon as the last plate left, and round of tequila shots appeared at the table. currently y/n is currently nursing a strawberry daiquiri.
she was on a mission tonight. to get laid. its been far to long for her liking and it doesn't help that she's quit picky with her men. and she has a rule that she doesn't sleep with men she's working with. so that means all these rodeo boys she traveling with are off limits by her own rules. and she's fine with that, none of them quite do it for her anyways. too cocky in there own ways and don't quite look the part. she knows her type when she see's it though.
well, i saw him walk in
with his cowboy hat
and i thought to myself
i could use some of that
his boots like glass on a saw dust floor
had moves like nothing i had ever seen before
taking another sip of her drink, her eyes are drawn to the door when a rowdy group enters the bar. it's a group of men- cowboys- if you will and they were having the time of their lives tonight. they claim a booth not to far from y/n's booth with her friends. y/n nudges her friend, charlotte, in the side. nodding her head at the group of men next to them, y/n grins at charlotte. charlotte throws her head back laughing at y/n's antics and wiggles her eye brows back at y/n.
y/n jumps off the booth and lands her two feet on the floor, "hey y'all i'm gonna go get us another round real quick." her words quickly meet the ears of all her friends and they erupt in cheers. she giggles at them as she works her way up to the the bar. the bars not overly busy as it was a thursday night. but a majority of the rodeo crew was there, and there's quite a bit of them and the rest of the people who wanted to enjoy a night out with friends. she gets to the bar and leans against the counter waiting to get the bartenders attention. when she catches his eye and orders another round of beers this time she feels a presence next to her. from the corner of her eye she can see the side view of probably the most handsome man she's ever seen. he's wearing wrangler jeans that fit him just right in all the right places, a black carhartt shirt that hugs his biecps showing all his muscles, brown cowboy boots and black baseball hat for what she assumes is a football team. more then likely college. she turns her eyes back to the counter waiting for the beers.
the handsome man, riley, comes to be aware of his surroundings and notices the most beautiful girl next to him. his breath hitches completely caught off guard by her beauty. she was absolutely stunning to him. the most prettiest sight to see he was sure of it, and way out of his league. she was wearing these bootcut jeans that hugged her curves just right, brown cowboy boots and the prettiest lil shirt on her body hugging her chest and flaring out at the bottom. she had her hair curled and it was slightly messy from the days activities.
y/n could sense his eyes on her, so she thinks to herself, "screw it, what's the worst that could happen?" and she turns her head towards him and says, "well, hi there, cowboy," and gives him a cute little grin as she looks him up and down. this absolutely stuns riley, him not expecting her to acknowledge him, but boy is he glad she did.
putting on his big boy boots riley smiles down at the girl, he's 6'4' so naturally a lot of girls are shorter then him, and y/n's no exception. he swallows his nerves and breaths out a, "hello ma'am."
ma'am. he called he ma'am. y/n immediately melted. for some reason hearing him call her ma'am absolutely did it for her. she pulls herself together and rests her elbow on the counter and her chin on her hand, "you find something interesting that you're looking at," she asks him teasing him.
"yes ma'am, i found something quite pretty to look at while i wait for my drinks.. i'm riley by the way," he leans closer to her, so close that she can smell his cologne. boy oh boy does he smell good. there's no other way to describe it other then the scent of a hardworking man but comforting at the same time. husky and maybe a little sandal wood? leather perhaps. she has no idea what is it, all she knows is that it's her new favorite scent.
before she could reply, the bartender bring her the round of coors light and his round of what seems to be miller light. y/n and riley can hear their individual groups hollering for them, they look over and see that their groups have some how merged together and they're all dancing and joking together. charlotte catches y/n's eye and winks at her. "oh thank you my sweet charlotte," y/n thinks to herself.
riley laughs, "well i guess are groups are together now then." y/n smiles at him and grabs her tray of beer, "looks that way." and she walks away from him and towards their groups handing out the beers to her friends. riley watches her walk away, her swaying hips absolutely doing him in for un-pure thoughts. he shakes his head trying to make them go away before following after her, handing the beer out as well.
charlotte leans into y/n's ear and whispers, "that man is eyeing you down so bad right now. if you don't make a move soon you'd be a fool." that gives y/n the confidence she needed. so she grabs an unopened beer from the table and walks right up to riley lightly guiding him away from the prying ears, and hands him a beer. she steps a little closer to him, leaving little space in between their chests. she looks up at him and says, "baby, i think your gonna wanna hear this."
he looks down at her, the small amount of space between them sending tingles all over his body, "what am i gonna wanna hear sweet thing?" he asks her raising his hand to her face, brushing hair out of her eyes lightly touching her cheek.
she reaches her hand up to her neck and stands on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, "you look like you love me." she moves her lips to his other ear, "you look like you want me to want you to come on home."
he looks down at her, "oh, do i know darlin'?" he asks her with a grin on his face. he likes where this is going.
"oh baby i don't blame you for looking at up and down me across this room, but i'm drunk and i'm ready to leave. and you look like you love me," she whispers to him as she wraps her hands around his hips.
excuse me
you look like you love me
you look like you want me
to want you to come on home
and baby, i don't blame you
for lookin' me up and down across this room
im drunk and im ready to leave
and you look like you love me
riley looks over at his friends making sure they aren't being nosy sons of bitches and then looks back down at this girl who's making moves he never thought she would. he had no idea the night would lead to this. he just came to the local beer joint with the guys when this bold country girl was the only one in the room he could see. she was a dream come true. everyone else was invisible. and now here she is telling him everything he wants to hear.
well, i was down at the local beer joint with a few of the guys
when this cute little country girl caught my eye
and boy, let me tell you she was the prettiest thing i'd ever seen in a pair of boots
well, she walked right up to me and handed me a beer, gave me a look like, lets get out of here
and that's when i realized that she was every cowboy's dream come true
she told me this right here.
"come on riley, lets get out of here. youâre giving me this look like you want me to want you to come on home and you're looking me up and down from across the room. now baby i'm drunk and i wanna go home with you," y/n tells him. she knows what she's doing, she may be buzzed but she's not so drunk that she's not aware of her actions. she wants this. she wants him.
excuse me
you look like you love me
you look like you want me
to want you to come on home
and baby, i don't blame you
for lookin' me up and down across this room
im drunk and im ready to leave
and you look like you love me
she knew as soon as she saw him in his cowboy hat that this is the man she wanted. right now and possibly forever. she didn't wanna waste anymore time when she could be with him.
so if you ever see a man in a cowboy hat
and you think to yourself
"i could use some of that"
don't waste your time
just give 'em this here line
goes a little like this
"alright baby, you don't gotta convince me," riley tells y/n. he grabs her hand and leads her to the door of the bar and out to his truck. his hand on her thigh the entire drive back to his place. if he was gonna spend the night with a girl a special as y/n it wasn't gonna be some lame night in a truck or hotel room. he was gonna give her a real bed. his bed.
he pulls up to his home, parks and basically jumps out of the truck to run to the other side and open the truck door for y/n. she deserves chivalry. and he was gonna give that and more to her. he leads her inside and upstairs, to his bed. he lays her down gently. and from then on he treats like a lady. fulfilling every wish and command she had.
y/n was hooked. she needed riley for the rest of her life. this was the piece she was missing all along. riley was her void. she was complete now. don't be a fool though. just because she found riley doesn't mean her life stopped. no- she kept her life the same. she still barrel raced with cooper. she just didn't go state to state anymore. she doesn't go farther then a state away from oklahoma now. she found her riley and she doesn't plan on losing him. and neither does he. man he got so lucky, he tells himself that constantly. to find a girl as special as y/n was once in a life time, and he stuck gold. he wasn't planning on doing anything to risk that. they found each other when they least expected it. and now that they have each other they're complete. they're riley and y/n.
Riley had always loved the road. The hum of the bus wheels, the blur of landscapes passing by, and the energy of performing live for his fans were all parts of the life he adored. But this tour was different. It had a new, exciting edge to it, and the reason was Y/N L/N.
Y/N was an up-and-coming artist with a voice that was both raw and enchanting. Her music had a soulful depth that resonated with audiences, and her lyrics were poignant and heartfelt. Riley had noticed her talent early on and invited her to open for his tour, knowing she would captivate the crowd just as much as he did. What he hadnât anticipated was how captivated he would become by her.
Rumors had started to spread like wildfire. Fans and industry insiders alike speculated about Riley and Y/Nâs relationship. The two of them seemed inseparable, often seen laughing and talking backstage, and the chemistry between them was undeniable. Then came the whispers about a duet a song they had supposedly written together. Fans were buzzing with excitement, and the anticipation was building up to a fever pitch.
Riley and Y/N had been trying to keep things under wraps. They cherished the moments they had in private, away from the prying eyes of the world. They spent late nights writing music, sharing stories, and slowly falling in love. Their song, âYou Look Like You Love Me,â was the culmination of their shared experiences and emotions, a melody that told their story.
As the tour progressed, the day of their big reveal grew closer. Tonight, they would perform their song together for the first time, and Riley had something special planned. They had kept their relationship a secret for long enough, and he was ready to share his feelings with the world.
Backstage, just before the show, Riley found Y/N in her dressing room. She was sitting in front of the mirror, her guitar resting on her lap, looking more nervous than he had ever seen her. Riley walked in, his presence immediately calming her.
âHey,â he said softly, sitting down beside her. âYou ready for this?â
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. âI think so. Are you?â
Riley took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. âWeâve got this. The fans are going to love the song, and theyâre going to love us together. I promise.â
They spent a few more minutes together, going over the song one last time before it was time to take the stage. The venue was packed, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. Y/N performed her set flawlessly, her voice captivating everyone in the room. Then it was Rileyâs turn. He took the stage with his usual charisma, performing his hits and thrilling the audience.
Finally, the moment arrived. Riley paused his set and addressed the crowd. âIâve got a special treat for yâall tonight,â he announced, his voice echoing through the arena. âThereâs a new artist I want to introduce to you, someone incredibly talented and very special to me. Please welcome Y/N L/N!â
The crowd erupted in applause as Y/N walked back on stage, her guitar slung over her shoulder. Riley joined her, his guitar in hand, and they began to play âYou Look Like You Love Me.â Their voices blended perfectly, the chemistry between them palpable. The audience was mesmerized, completely drawn into the intimate performance.
As they reached the chorus, Riley stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Y/Nâs. The lyrics spoke of a love that couldnât be hidden, a connection that was undeniable. And then, as the final notes of the song echoed through the venue, Riley made his move.
He gently set his guitar down and walked over to Y/N, pulling her close. The crowd held its breath, sensing something monumental was about to happen. Riley looked deep into Y/Nâs eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her.
The arena erupted into cheers and applause, the fans going wild. Flashbulbs popped, capturing the moment for eternity. Riley and Y/N stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, the world around them fading away. In that instant, everything felt right.
As they pulled away, Riley took the microphone once more. âI guess the rumors are true,â he said with a grin, looking at Y/N with pure adoration. âWe wrote that song together, and it means a lot to both of us. And yes, weâre together. Sheâs not just an incredible artist; sheâs the love of my life.â
The crowd roared in approval, their cheers echoing through the night. Y/N, blushing and beaming, took the microphone from Riley. âThank you all so much,â she said, her voice filled with emotion. âThis tour has been an amazing journey, and sharing this moment with you all is something weâll never forget.â
The rest of the concert was a blur of energy and excitement. Riley and Y/N performed with a newfound intensity, their love fueling their music. As the night came to a close, they stood together on stage, hand in hand, basking in the adoration of their fans.
Backstage, as the adrenaline began to fade, Riley and Y/N found a quiet moment alone. âWe did it,â Riley said, his voice filled with awe and gratitude.
Y/N smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. âYeah, we did. And it was perfect.â
As they stood there, wrapped in each otherâs embrace, they knew that this was just the beginning. Their love and music would continue to grow, and together, they would face whatever came their way. The road ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: they would travel it together, hand in hand, their hearts forever intertwined. The concert was over, and the crowd had slowly trickled out of the venue, leaving behind an empty but still electrified space. Riley and Y/N had basked in the afterglow of their performance, enjoying the lingering cheers and applause that had filled the arena. But now, as the night deepened and the lights dimmed, it was just the two of them again.
The tour bus was parked out back, away from the commotion of the fans and crew. It was their sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves without the prying eyes of the world. As they climbed aboard, the hum of the engine and the gentle swaying motion provided a comforting backdrop.
Riley closed the door behind them, the click of the latch signaling the start of their private time. The interior of the bus was cozy, with plush seating and warm lighting that cast a soft glow over everything. Y/N was still buzzing from the performance, her heart racing from the adrenaline and the kiss they had shared on stage.
Riley turned to her, his eyes dark with a mix of desire and affection. "You were amazing tonight," he said, his voice low and husky.
Y/N smiled, her cheeks still flushed from the excitement. "So were you," she replied, stepping closer to him. The air between them was charged with an electric tension, a palpable heat that seemed to grow with each passing second.
Riley reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she leaned into him, craving more of his closeness his lips inches from hers.
Before she could respond, Riley closed the distance, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. It was as if all the pent-up emotions of the evening were pouring out, a fiery mix of love and desire that consumed them both. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.
Riley's hands roamed over her back, exploring the curves of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. The intensity of his touch sent waves of heat through her, and she responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed against him.
They moved together, a tangle of limbs and heated breaths, until they reached the back of the bus. Riley guided her to the bed, gently laying her down on the soft sheets. He hovered over her for a moment, his eyes locking onto hers with a look of pure adoration and desire.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N nodded, her heart pounding with anticipation. "I've never been more sure," she replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.
With a deep, rumbling groan, Riley captured her lips again, his hands beginning to explore her body with more urgency. He slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, revealing more of her soft skin. He kissed a trail down her neck, savoring the taste of her, the warmth of her skin beneath his lips.
Y/N's hands found the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards until he pulled back just long enough to strip it off. She marveled at the sight of him, his toned muscles illuminated by the soft light. She traced her fingers over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her touch.
Riley's hands found the zipper of her dress, slowly pulling it down until the fabric pooled around her waist. He kissed his way down her collarbone, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reached the swell of her breasts, he paused, looking up at her with a smoldering gaze.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
Y/N blushed under his intense gaze, her body aching for more of his touch. "Riley, please," she murmured, her voice breathless with need.
He didn't need any further encouragement. With a swift, fluid motion, he removed the rest of her dress, leaving her in just her underwear. His hands roamed over her exposed skin, eliciting a moan from her as he kissed and caressed every inch of her.
Y/N's fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, her urgency mirroring his. Riley helped her, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes until they were both bare, their bodies pressed together in a heated embrace. The sensation of skin against skin was almost overwhelming, the intensity of their connection taking her breath away.
Riley's hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, and driving her wild with need. He kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers in a dance of passion. When he finally moved lower, his mouth trailing kisses down her stomach, Y/N could barely contain her desire.
"Riley," she gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets as his lips found the sensitive spot between her thighs. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and she cried out, her body arching towards him.
Riley took his time, savoring every moment, every sound she made. When he finally moved back up, positioning himself above her.
âI love you,â he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
âI love you too,â she replied, her voice shaking with the intensity of her feelings.
With a gentle, yet insistent motion, Riley entered her, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through both of them. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies finding a rhythm that was both urgent and tender. Each thrust, each touch, each kiss brought them closer to the edge, their connection deepening with every moment.
The world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, lost in their own world of passion and love. As the intensity built, their movements became more frantic, driven by an overwhelming need to be as close as possible.
When they finally reached the peak, it was a wave of pure ecstasy that crashed over them, leaving them breathless and spent. Riley collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms as they lay there, their bodies still entwined.
For what felt like ages, they stayed like that, wrapped in each otherâs embrace, the steady beat of Rileyâs heart a comforting rhythm against her cheek. The world outside could wait. For now, it was just the two of them, lost in each others eyes.
summary â the people's princess and the people's prince, that's what you were promised. the reality? he was the best worst thing to happen to you, yet.
cw â supe!fem!reader x soldier boy. payback era. 18+ smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it), spit kink, teasing, corruption kink (kinda), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, name calling (slut, whore, princess, baby, sweetheart, angel), degradation, cursing, edging, riding, drugs, drinking, mentions of manipulation blackmail, mean & soft ben.
word count â 3,844 words
you were laying there, in the haze of the moment, trying to remember a time before him, before all the chaos and turmoil. life had been calm, somewhat boring, but tolerable before being head-hunted by vought. life in a rural, suburban town had its perks; you knew everyone and everyone trusted you despite your... curse, as you called it; "powers" by everyone else.
they weren't super powers, they weren't a gift. it was a curse set upon you; the responsibility too big to bear for only a little girl when they first showed up. the mind reading and mind control. touching your mum's hand in comfort and seeing her whole life flash before your eyes; her thoughts, her wants, her sins. the same with your father.
you hadn't, willingly, let anyone touch you for 20 years, not up until you were thrusted into the spotlight and ben's experienced hands.
he had crushed the bennies with the bottom of his hunting knife on the edge of his bedside table before lining up the fine powder over the valley of your bare breasts. he couldn't coerce you into taking them with him like he wanted, so he had to resort to taking them off you instead. you lay with bated breath as he chuckles to himself before snorting the drug, his nose dragging over your full breasts; his hands cupping them softly to make sure you keep still. unlike last time, when you fucking spilled the powder all over and he had to lick it off of you like a dog, lapping at his water-bowl. you can't help but admire his hardened features as he pinches his nose and rests his head on your breast, feeling the full effect of the drugs.
the freckles that dance over his nose, his moss green eyes and the gentle wrinkles surrounding them, his plush rose lips, that both spit venom and whisper honeyed words.
for as long as you can remember, no one touched your bare skin unless it was arranged and paid for, by your parents. while you were still young and impressionable, they talked you into "using your powers for good". people paid you, or rather your parents, to make you control them, "help" them. help addicts drop their addiction, no matter what it may be. help people work harder, better to get that promotion. help politicians get votes, get laws passed. help people fall in and out of love. no matter what it was, it had a price and many were desperate enough to pay it. it was a vicious, endless cycle but you were seen as a selfless saviour to those in need.
which is exactly why vought wanted you, needed you. some recent controversies and mild scandals had landed payback in hot water with the board members and pr team. allegations of drug use, violent bar fights, bribing, sex. you name it and the members of payback had probably done it. and here you came in, to save their name and reputation.
the crowd cheered as you stumbled onto the stage, the board members sitting front row looking pleased with themselves and payback sneering behind you, their eyes silently warning you; threatening. your hair had been curled and styled to perfection and you had been forced into a, somewhat, modest lilac suit that hugged each curve deliciously; if you asked soldier boy. along with matching gloves to keep you from accidentally reading someone's mind.
it was a fear that you carried with you at all times. with just a brush or graze of your hands against theirs; all their deep, dark secrets spilled and exposed. no matter what or how much you saw, you kept it all tightly locked up and pushed deep down so that it would never spill over the surface. you could barely live with yourself anyway, but it wasn't your place to ruin others lives in return.
"mystara!" the host announced as he slipped his arms around your shoulder and shook you as you forced a smile. "small town girl coming to big town new york! us, at vought, are delighted to announce that she'll be joining your favourite team, paybaaaack!" he pointed back at the vexed members who all plastered on fake smiles, similar to yours. they all waved ceremoniously, arrogantly to the crowd. soldier boy swaggered forward, pushed the host back to replace his arm around your shoulder and grabbed the mic from the host with a smirk.
"we are more than thrilled to have such a beautiful addition to our team. especially as she is my new girlfriend!" he said through gritted teeth. vought had worked hard to ensure that the marketing was in place. pairing you and soldier boy would only increase numbers. the soft-spoken mind-reader with the brutish, rough killer? it was almost too good and too easy. "we can't wait to work with her and make her a valued member of the team. ain't that right, sweetheart?" he turned and your eyes finally met. you could barely manage to keep the eye contact, his eyes demanding your attention as he held the microphone to your quivering lips. all you could hear was crimson countess scoffing behind the pair of you.
"thank you, s-soldier boy. i am so pleased to be here, so excited for this opportunity. i owe this to my parents, stan edgar and most importantly you, b-babe." you stuttered through your PR approved speech. soldier boy planted an unexpected kiss on your cheek before hissing in your ear.
"if you ever use any of your fuckin' tricks on me, i'll destroy your fuckin' pathetic, little life. you got that, sweetheart?" all you could do was stand frozen and just nod. "atta girl." he laughs and gives your ass a small pat.
"if only they could see you now, baby, hmm?" ben sighs as he pepper kisses across your breasts, his tongue poking out and flicking at your hardened nipple, chuckling as you squirm. "not so sweet and innocent as you would have them all believe." he hums as he sucks at one nipple and pinches the other, whilst whimpers fall past your bitten lips. "who knew you could be such a whore? such a sweet, obedient whore for me..." he groans as he leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses down your heaving chest and tensed stomach.
"you're so mean." you huff in protest, arching your back to feel his lips better against your supple skin.
"shut the fuck up, you love it." he scoffs, swiping his fingers through your folds and admiring the slick that adorns his fingers. "look how fucking wet you are and i've barely even touched you." his eyes sparkle as he brings his fingers to your mouth, inviting you to taste. your defiance isn't appreciated and he roughly grabs your jaw, forcing your mouth open and stuffing his fingers against the pad of your tongue. "fuuuck, sweetheart." his voice filled with adoration as you wildly suck and run your tongue over his fingers.
he knew he destroyed everything he touched, but he just couldn't keep his hands off of you. since he first saw you, he just knew that you were the one for him. underneath your innocent eyes and soft-spoken nature, you were hungry for acceptance; for someone to love you for you and not fear you. a feeling he mirrored and knew all too well.
he pulled back his hand, a string of saliva connecting his digits to your panting mouth. he slightly slaps your clit with his spit-covered fingers, messily running them back and forth over your most sensitive spot, relishing in your pleading.
"ben, ben- please, oh fuck-" you beg, as your hands pull and tug on the cotton sheets beneath you. it only ignites ben's excitement as he roughly spits on your pussy before dragging up pointed tongue up through your folds and settling on your tortured clit. he hungrily devours you as he wraps his toned arms around your thighs and tries, but fails, to keep you still as you feverishly buck your hips against his gifted tongue.
"god, you're so fuckin' needy, aren't you? always fuckin' beggin' and pleading for me." he mumbles against your folds, his tongue still working to pull the first orgasm out of you. "you're just my lil needy princess, aren't you? does my princess want to cum on soldier boy's tongue?" you can only squeeze your eyes shut and nod as your senses are overwhelmed. "look at me." another slap against your pussy. "look. at. me." ben demands. his eyes could burn a whole through yours with the intensity of his gaze as you start to lose control and cum all over his tongue. he loosens his grip on you and let you grind your pussy against his tongue, as he smirks and savours your taste coating his tongue.
ben wastes no time climbing on top of you, smashing his lips onto yours and your tongues intertwining with one another. to your surprise, he pauses to rest his forehead against yours and stroke your cheek.
it took you weeks to settle into your room and role at payback, no one took you seriously but simultaneously they feared you. dodged you when you got too close, afraid of what you would see, of what you would think of them. ironically, you didn't care enough to want to know their secrets and regrets, you could barely carry those you already had tried to forget.
but what you had forgotten is that your life wasn't yours to control. you were nothing but a puppet to the company that had threatened to "send you away" if you didn't comply.
you would pose as a secretary during vought meetings with a wig and all, shaking hands with international elected officials and relaying the information to vought management for extortion and blackmail purposes. influencing presidents, CEOs, and industry moguls to strategically invest in vought and help pass supe-positive laws to allow more human testing and production of compound v. anything to make vought more money.
however, it didn't stop there. the more power-hungry vought got, the more you were pushed around and forced to go against your morals. over the past several weeks, you had been sneaking into the payback member's individual rooms to gain intel and to make them more... complacent to voughts ideas and suggestions. but when it came to soldier boy, you flat-out refused. no matter how much you screamed and shouted at your managers, your worries were pushed aside.
that's how you found yourself sneaking into his room against your own will and better judgement. he looked so vulnerable when he slept, his brows furrowed only slightly and his hair swept beautifully across his hardened features. you're not sure how long you just stood there and just admired him, wanting nothing more than to just reach out and touch...
what you hadn't known that night, was that soldier boy was wide awake. he wasn't surprised; he knew why you were there and what vought was up to. but what surprised him was that you just left, without using your powers on him like he had expected and defying vought.
he thought about you for days until one evening, he thought it was finally time to confront you, to get some fucking answers. it was just after midnight and all the members had gone to bed after some heavy drinking and drug-taking in the payback conference room; everyone except you. you were never invited and never expected and that suited you just fine. you had witnessed how that shit could destroy lives too many times to count and you heeded the warnings. three loud knocks rapped at your door pulling you out of your thoughts. you sat your book down, instinctively pulled on your gloves, padded over barefoot and opened your door.
"s-soldier boy." you gasped. he looked down at you with a sneer, his brows in a deep frown and his soft, unstyled hair falling just in front of his analysing eyes. he simply grunted as he looked you over; no makeup, messy hair, pink pyjama set and your fuckin' gloves. he silently pushed past you and walked into your bedroom, leaving you frozen and confused at your door. you quickly closed the door and turned to the contrasting, intimidating figure in your girly bedroom. like a western stand-off, you both stood and just watched one another, waiting to see who'd break first.
"why?" he barked at you, making you flinch.
"why what, sir?" you asked carefully.
"don't give me that sir bullshit." he snorted. "do you think i'm fucking stupid, huh? why didn't you touch me that night with your freaky-ass powers? i know you're doing it to all the others, by the way. i've seen how you sneak in and out of their rooms, how they're suddenly acting different and think everythin' vought does is just revolutionary. i see you." with each sentence, he makes his way over to you right until he's towering over you. you feel like a wounded animal at the end of a hunter's gun, silently begging for freedom.
"i- i couldn't. i was afraid of what i'll see. afraid of how you would react if you worked it out. afraid of you." you quietly admit, deciding it's better to be truthful and once you started, it was hard to stop.
"but what if i wanted you to see?" he muttered in response.
he had pushed and folded your legs tightly against your chest as he mercilessly pounded his thick cock into you, with one hand wrapped tightly around your dainty throat and the other grabbing your thigh to stabilise himself. the only sounds filling the room were your hushed begging and ben whispering the most foul words into your ear as you came undone under him.
"god, please- ben, im so close, please.." you begged endlessly and breathlessly as his grip on your throat tightens.
"always so fuckin' tight, princess. god, you're so cock-hungry, it just keeps suckin' me in. fuck." he groans as his stubble rubs against your ear. his hips snap ruthlessly against yours, your gummy walls contracting and clamping around him. "d'you wanna come, baby? gonna cum all over my cock, like the slut you are?" as your eyes roll into your head, you somehow manage to nod and let out a weak "yes, please...". his teeth nipped and tugged on your ears before travelling down and leaving sloppy kisses all down your neck before biting down on your shoulder. marking your silky skin and watching with glee as the teeth marks decorate your skin as a reminder of who you belong to.
he pealed himself away to gaze softly down at you and your completely fucked-out state. god, he was convinced that he would never grow tired of this sight, which is why he immediately stopped, leaving you high and dry. tears threaten to form and roll down your reddened cheeks as you stare at him, mouth agape and band right about to snap.
"my sweet angel, i'm not done with you yet." he hums as turns you over onto all fours and slowly starts to thrust again as he gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, starting the torturous process all over again.
he had grabbed your wrist and slipped off your glove as you fought and yelled in protest. this is the last thing you wanted. you weren't ready to face the horrors that his psyche hid. but he wanted to give you the full truth so he could pour some out and share the in the guilt you carried, together.
"stop!" you yell out. "no, fuck! don't, plea-" his fingers had intertwined with yours and everything flashed before your eyes like a bomb had gone off behind your eyes.
his abusive father, his distant mother, his trauma-filled boarding school days, injecting the compound v and the pain that followed. all the fake pr stunts; normandy beach, ww2, helping the soldiers. the drugs, the women, the drinking. killing, murders, bodies beaten to a pulp. the desperate need for approval, for acceptance, for something real. like you, his life was no longer his and he feared the worst. the last thing that appeared in front of your eyes was as clear as day: his dirty, unfiltered thoughts of you.
you wrenched your hand from his grip and staggered back, your mind a whirlwind.
"don't ever fucking do that again." your chest heaved with anger. "you don't have the fucking right to do that! no matter who you are!" you snatched back your glove and put it on.
"did you see it all?" he asked calmly. not what you expected.
"i saw everything." you nod.
"... and?"
suddenly, the towering figure in front of you had transformed into the young boy who yearned for love and understanding. he had never wanted to be feared but it was wired into his new dna and he couldn't shake it no matter how much he wanted to. you couldn't help but soften up and almost... pity him.
"and i see you." you repeat his earlier words back to him. he lets out a loud sigh and runs a hand over his rugged face. "i- i had no idea. about everything. i'm sorry." ben scoffs in response.
"i don't need your fucking sympathy. i just needed you to know that..." he hesitated. "i understand and i'm not afraid of you. you shouldn't be afraid of me. i don't want you to be." he edges closer to you, grabbing the tips of your gloves and slowly sliding them off, his eyes never leaving yours. he held your hands in his as if they were porcelain, bringing one up and kissing one of your fingertips to show the depth of his words. "our hands are weapons used against our will. but together, you and me, we can resurrect something beautiful."
"ben." you gasp, all of this unexpected.
"you know i want this. my dirty thoughts of you, they were never mine to keep." he sighed before leaning down, ever so slightly, and brushing his lips against yours. you grab the back of his neck and bring his lips to yours in a heated clash of tongues and teeth. you knew he was going to wreck you, but you wanted nothing more than to give in and seek comfort in your american psycho.
that's how you ended up here; riding ben like your life depended on it. your tight walls hugging bens cock like your pussy was made for him and his hands fitting perfectly on your hips as he guided you. he swallowed your loud moans as your lips tangled together and your tongues intertwined. his hips bucking up to match your frenzied tempo as you lost yourself in the sensation of being completely filled by him. he threads his finger through your hair and tugs on it, yanking your head back, making you yelp and hiss in pain.
"i love the way you hurt me." you rasp out in between rough thrusts and playful bites across your chest; the harsh purple bruises a contrast to your delicate nature. ben grins against your neck as he reaches around and slaps your ass with a groan.
"god, i have really fucked you up, haven't i? my baby, so fuckin' dirty." he chuckles as he leans back and folds his arms behind his head to watch the show you're putting on for him. "show me how much you fuckin' need me and i might let you come on my cock." you claw at his chest with your lilac nails, that match your supe-suit, as you grind down onto him with full force. the sweat cascading down your back and slick covering ben's thick thighs.
that was a pro and con of being supes; you could fuck for hours, but you could also get fucked for hours without room for a breather. you were sure that ben had fucked you stupid after edging you on for what felt like hours as he rides his bennie-filled high and gets to see how you fall apart under him.
"you know that only good sluts get to come on my cock, don't you?" he laughs as you notice your pace slacking, your body soon couldn't take anymore. he forcefully grabs your jaw; his pupils completely blown leaving only a ring of bright green around them. he taps your lips and you open them with a second thought, something that he programmed into you. he spits into your mouth and watches adoringly as you roll it around in your mouth before swallowing it and resuming your previous frenzied pace. his rough hands grab your hips, squeezing your supple skin as he fucks his cock deeper into you. within seconds, you're finally coming all over him as you curse and pant his name like a prayer.
"fuck- nggh, oh my fucking god, ben.. ben, ben!" you shout as he comes with you; the feeling of being filled with him was like no other. he lazily thrusts into you whilst carefully laying you on your back and adorning your face with soft kisses and whispered "good girl"'s. you share one final, deep kiss; filled with unsaid emotions and promises to one another before he lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up.
two misplaced puzzle pieces, finally belonging and forming a picture no one else could see.
you weren't sure who affected who more. you had been introduced to the world of desire and sin by ben; he was your first everything and he revelled in that fact. knowing no one had heard or seen you the way he does, fuck. it was like a whole new drug and it's potency was almost deadly. you had gotten more calculated, with his encouragement, and were using your powers for your own good and not just at the behest of whoever held your leash. you confronted your parents and had cut off the contact, although the damage was done. you were still the people's soft princess to the adoring crowds, but you had evolved into something more sinister; more selfish. and nothing could get in your way now.
in comparison, ben had gotten calmer. he didn't throw himself into women, drinking and drugs like before, only occasionally dabbling in taking a hit or two of whatever he had lying around. men like him is what love destroys and his harsh outer layer was slowly eroding. his vicious appetite for destruction and violence needed less feeding and attention. his sole purpose was to protect you and ensure that you both would never be denied the happiness he knew you deserved. he considered what was better; to be feared or to be loved. but he had come to the conclusion that "one should wish to be both, but, because it is difficult to unite them in one person, it is much safer to be feared than loved."
thanks to you, he had both.
a/n: WELL. i hope you like this one too guys; it was so much fun to write and rather self-indulgent. i'm considering ACTUALLY make this fic a series, i love their dynamic.
this was based on another favourite song of mine that immediately makes me think of the loml, ben, when i hear it <3 long live fall out boy
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summary: followâs the plot line of season 3, butcher has a long (purposefully) forgotten daughter with iffy relations which comes to light when Homelander is set for revenge via her life.
warnings: crazy daddy issues, dead mother (not becca), cuss words, soldier boy
read part 2 here!
word count: 5.4k+
âYou have got to be fucking kidding me.â Butcher mumbled under his breath thinking out loud as he saw a recognisable figure approach the doorstep through the curtain blinds over the window, standing up from his chair, his mind going through heavy agitation as to however could this location to disclosed, to her off all people. His aggressive stride to the door turned heads. Both Hughie and Soldier boy looked up in the direction of the exit Butcher was taking, solider boy was unbothered and simply curious about the commotion however Hughie was stressed as if bracing for impact. âGet the fuck off this property.â Butcher announced as soon as he opened the door, the stranger still taking slow steps towards the porch.
âListenââ
âAbsolutely fucking not.â He barked, clearly in no place or interest to listen to the woman approaching him despite his warning.
âI did not come here by choiceâ there was an unsaid enlightenment in her voice a sense of no bargaining. Carrying herself up the small steps of the house with quiet precision.
âNot my bloody problem.â Buctherâs brows furrowed even further as if that was problem till then Hughie had already followed him outside. âGo back inside.â He told the lad who did not budge apparently.
âWell it is your problem because homelander knows.â She admitted almost like throwing out leverage, letting out a deep breath as she said it.
âBullshit.â Butcher scoffed assuming she was bluffing.
The audacity the man had as to just believe otherwise for the things he had not planned ahead of. âHe found me and I escaped-â
âHe would not have let you escape. The cuntâs super.â Calling her bluff again, even if she was backing it up with genuine reasoning. What did he have to care for it?
âExactly! But he did and both of us know I am not at the slightest keen to meet you so much so that I would make some absurd story like this up.â Clarifying her point she explained further, âhe is out for blood and you know this.â
Butcher contemplated in a silent moment with himself as he stood there on the doorstep, not even offering her to come inside âWell, tough luck isnât it?â He said tilting his head wanting to show the lass her way out on the same path she came in.
âWho are you again?â Hughie interjected at the whole scene in curiosity and concern, there were much less people from butcherâs past or even present who if re-met with him after a while didnât go straight for his throat or the other way around.
âHe will kill me.â Ignoring Hughieâs question she emphasised glaring into butcherâs eyes for a solution she expected him to provide, purely logical and devoid of concern.
âAnd I will be next in line. You can see me in hell.â Butcher scoffed, he did not want to get entangled in looking after a liability when they already had a nuke worth of ancient supe to look after.
âYou know you wonât be, the shit ones always survive.â She spat back, if he had no buisness to help her out of the hell he dragged her into the least solace she could offer herself would probably be of a last word.
âThe fuck did you say to me?â Butcher grew closer towering her, there was a threat in his body language. âThink youâre Lord Muck himself strutting around with your toffee-nosed beliefs huh? If anything youâre the shit one that survivedâ
âFuck youâ she shoved him with all the force in her enough for him to stumble back. Yet ever so offended he was quick to retaliate but did not. Not for the first time anyways, when she shoved him to the wall behind again, he paused grabbing her by her shoulders to make her stop pushing him; she wasnât even holding back. Even as Hughie tried to place himself between the two Butcher did not falter. âGet your hands off of me-â she yelled trying to shove back at him all the same.
âDonât dish it out if you canât take it.â Butcher said through gritted teeth as she struggled against his stern resolve, having her pinned against the wooden pillar of the porch. His fingers digging into the skin of upper arms harshly.
âYou piece of shitââ she tried to swing her hand right back at him and as successful as she was brushing her nails against his face, butcher was quick to duck still holding her in one place.
âHey knock it off you twoââ Hughie kept trying to get between them but butcher did not let go off the woman and neither would she stop with her own lunges at him. In two minutes Hughie stood corrected internally, almost everyone introduced to butcher was out for his throat and likewise, at least in this case.
âThe fuckâs going on out here?â A deep voice coursed through the commotion all the same but neither of them were able to distract themselves from it.
Eventually when she had tried to reach for his face again, Butcher swayed his head to the side and changing his grip from her upper arms to her wrists in one swift motion, he just wanted to make his point clear to her and he couldnât do that with her trying to take a swing at him again and again. âYou are a fucking nobody.â He told her glaring into her eyes, gripping both her wrists in an ungentle grip so he could emphasis on his point without having her trying a stunt at him. âAnd I will have nothing to do with you, especially now-â
âLet go off my hands.â She interrupted him, eyes fierce all the same as him but he did not.
âHow many times I gotta the rinse filth of you down the drain before you stay gone?â For the man who had spent half of his own and all of her life pushing the nuisance that she was away from his life, it was tiring to be in the same cycle. Before she could lunge at him again because she certainly looked like she would, Soldier Boy grabbed Butcher off his collar away from her. His hands let go off the woman instantly as he was pulled back.
Hughie was quick to get in front of Butcher so he wouldnât start again because out of practise and impulse he knew that Butcher most certainly could. Despite of himself, Soldier Boy got right in front of her too, his back facing hers as if she was of take cover behind him. As if she needed his cover. âI am in this mess because of YOU!â Exclaiming she pointed at Butcher over Soldier Boyâs shoulder.
âJoin the fucking club. I could say the same âbout youâ he could, perhaps only in retrospect and only in a far stretched retelling of his mess. She was responsible for everything in his life as a butterfly effect, as for him in hers there a direct and deliberate hand.
âNo you canât!â She bit back, overcome with agitation âHomelander burned my house, he almost killed me, all my accounts are frozen all because of YOU. I had to leave the state overnight to find you-â
âWe will get you on the CIA black mission payroll.â Butcher came up with a resolve almost instantly, he wanted her gone with the same speed.
âWhat part of Homelander is going to kill me do you not get?!â She said, at her witâs end with this man. The unwavering determination to overlook her life was second nature to him but this was about her survival.
âHit the bloody road lassâ he snarled meaning to end this song and dance right here.
âSheâs staying.â The voice which wasnât in this conversation, or going to be considered barked in a heavy tone as if leaving no room for discussion over his word. What was a stranger to him? He had no clue himself why he took it upon himself to interfere with the worst personâs business but well. He felt this odd inclination to her which was ever so confusing to him given these were barely the first of the moments he was laying eyes at her.
âAnd who asked you, captain fuck-knuckle?â Butcher immediately retaliated not even meaning to get into the motive this relic would have to side with her.
âIf homelanderâs after her he will get to her himself. I donât want to go around everywhere with my cock in my hands because you two cannot find the wart to suck it.â As logical as it was to save himself the trouble of a back and forth trip to find homelander he did realise there was more to his eagerness than he let on but it wasnât an introspection he wanted to put himself up for, not now at least.
âHe is not wrong but who is she to Homelander to go extremes for himself?â Hughie tried to talk reason to Butcher hoping to find some answers for himself.
âA fucking nobody.â Butcher answered for nearly all to realise that she was more of a nobody to himself rather than Homelander.
âI am not asking for your help I am asking you to do right by me.â She scoffed, somewhere she did know none of the words would amount to nothing, if they were to they would have had an affect when she told him how her life was in danger or when she was a child and begged him to stay. It was white noise to him back then, it is still white noise now. âFor once.â
âJust make your damn way insideâ Solider boy losing his patience with this incessant back and forth leading nowhere, tugging her from her wrists from where she stood beside him he yanked her towards the doorframe to speed up the conclusion.
âWoah dontââ she was interrupted almost instantly.
âDont put your fucking hands on her.â Butcher barked with a frown on his face at the inaction of her getting manhandled. His own disdain for her would not make him exempt from just any rando-relic old supe putting his grubby hands on her as he see fit.
Solider Boy, ever so unphased simply rolled his eyes at the exaggerated reaction. âBottom line, she is staying.â
âI-Iâll show her aroundâŠâ Hughie stepped in to back solider boyâs word without directly offending butcher even though it was not entirely possible.
âNo. She is not staying.â Butcher emphasised not willing to budge.
âI will walk out of here and put myself on the first flight to London.â It was not a threat, her lost resort. To be depicted as a thought for butcher as his face clearly took it, she threatened to go to London to his parentsâ place.
âYouâre a right bloody nutter if you think fucking off to nanâs going to do you any good. Especially not with that psychotic old bastard.â Butcher clarified, for she did not know the extent of crazy his own father was and he would never let her go off to their place, ever.
âItâs either that psycho or this psycho because the one in the sky is after my life.â It was neither a surprise nor a misunderstanding to her that her own grandparents from his side were a bit improper. He never answered her questions about them when she was younger and she had grown old enough to piece it, on top of thatâŠwhat proper set of parents could raise the crazy man that he was. He had forbade them from approaching her and all her life they had never been keen to. Having met them only when she sought out for them herself was also an experience ruined and interrupted by Butcher himself years back.
With a sharp intake of breath he had to cave in, âFine.â He said through gritted teeth. âBut this is temporary, youâre temporary.â
ââJust like your dadâ they said.â Her comment earned a glare for him she did not care to take into account. However the comment was a lot for Hughie himself was a bit much.
âThis is your daughter?!â Brows raised and eyes wide he questioned Butcher. âYou never told us you had a daughter?â
âWell donât go all Maleficent now. Your christening invite got lost in the mail.â Butcher snarked with a roll of his eyes as if he owed that information to anybody else, it was not even a problem up until now anyways, with one final glance at solider boy and her, he made his way inside brushing past Hughie somewhat harshly.
âJoin the party Butcher Jr!â It was sort of amusing to Soldier boy, he couldnât help but make the joke. The fact that some woman was willing enough to let butcherâs ugly ass near herself to even make this doll happen was hilarious.
Without a word or even a side eye she made her way inside, cross armed. Already a huge headache it was to have to deal with her father. The dramatic entrance of an interaction she just had with him and less unfeeling strangers did not help. The day went on and the safe house was not much to explore about, it was exactly as Mallory had been kind enough to brief her about. She had always been the better part of a guardian figure, growing up with a father who is Voughtâs most wanted has its almost-get-kidnapped perks so Mallory was often heavily involved with her life even from afar.
What was a bit too much to know and also a shocker, thanks to Hughie is that the other stranger, was Soldier Boy. Not a regular Joe supe or a fellow agent, The Soldier boy. âYouâre kidding me?!â She was whisper yelling as if solider boy could not pick up what her and the cum guzzler were gossiping about like teenage girls. âThatâs him?â
âYes and heâs agreed to help us with Homelander so I wouldnât worry about it, if there is anywhere safe, itâs around himâŠâ Hughie trailed off trying to help her feel grounded, she had a neat death experience at the hands of Homelander so it would be nice for her to know she was in the presence of a supe who actually could end homelander. If there was anyone, it was him. However as the words left his mouth he thought back to the manâs old fashioned characterisation of women and the general take, the liking he had⊠âwell mostly.â
âWhy wouldnât he just kill you?â She asked confused, what reason had he to not act on his whim.
âIn a way he could kill anybody.â Hughie conceptualised it vaguely because he couldnât agree with her without g taking away fake assurance from her.
âBut what about you?â She pushed further, âor me? Or-â the word âdadâ died on her tongue so she just gestured her head to the other room where Butcher had exited.
âCount your stars, doll. Iâve always had a weakness for a pretty faceâ he answered for Hughie, even though the two were whispering with him across the room it was not quiet enough for him to not pick up on. âKeeps them from getting the shield in their teeth.â He said tilting his head at Hughie.
Is he talking to me. She thought to herself and her eyes asked Hughie the same, he did not seem too surprised by the blatant flirting. She was truly at a loss for words, not out of being wooed or a blush, it was concerningly odd. âWhat the fuck?â She mouthed to Hughie who simply shook his head in response.
âCome on.â He made a slow walk up to the dining area the two were sitting at and pulled a chair across her, he took her awkward taken aback stable bordering on disgust as her being totally swoon by him. âHavenât these dickless little boytoys ever told you what a pretty face you have on those shoulders?â
âWow okay no this is-â she shook her head, he truly wasnât joking. âNot happening.â She stood up crediting soldier boy being ever so out of touch perhaps with his long years of being away from a proper human civilisation. A small smile at Hughie and stealing her gaze away from Soldier Boy she left, the dining room to the two of them.
Soldier Boy checked her out shamelessly even as she was leaving the room, âThey never can resist the uniform.â He scoffed, giving his two cents to Hughie on how women can be charmed.
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The couch was not the most comfortable place to sleep, Butcher was not worth the quiet dignity she would lose in conversing with him, Hughie offered his cot but she did not want to be any more of a bother and that walking ancient nuke was a whole other story. Besides the living room was most accessible to other rooms should something happen at night. It had been a long trip as it is after a near death experience and the emotional turmoil of seeing her father again, exhaustion took over the need for comfort to fall asleep so she did.
It was a heavy sleep after all the crushing events one after the other. Just as easily consistent morning to be terrible as she was woken up by a deep voice she was yet to be familiar with, âHey! Sunshine, wake up!â He shook her by the shoulder which finally did the thing. Her eyes were wide, not used to the scene around her or even him, âYour vibratorâs been going off the entire morning.â He couldnât help but snicker, she did not look as someone who would be such a freak from within. And the modern toys. What a gift.
âWhat-?â The shock was so apparent to her, she felt as if she was still living out her weird dream and was yet to wake up. âMy what-?!â Her eyes finally landed on the âvibratorâ he was referring to and it was her phone. âOh for godâs sakeâ she sighed, somewhat relieved âThat is my phone! Itâs on vibrate by accidentâ she explained reaching out for it on the coffee table.
âA phone?â His eyebrows came together in a frown, confused âPhones can do all that now-?â
âNo!â She clarified instantly âitâs just a normal phone, it does no such things just vibrates when the ringer is off.â For her own sake and characterisation by a man it mattered the least from, she still had to explain it. âHello?â She picked up, going over the ten other missed calls from the same number. âWhat wait slow down-â it was Hughie on the other end, on speaker with Butcher.
Butcher was whining about her not picking up the calls as they kept ringing her so, and proceeded to brief her the current action station. âMe? I have to do that-?â She asked barely adjusting her nervous system to being awake and now this, as if she were involved with the rest of them and not just an apparent victim of the circumstance. Solider Boy stood there piecing her panicked reaction without internalising it because he knew that nothing out there was fundamentally a threat to him as long as he was awake. Her getting all worked up over the call was probably Butcher and his side piece fucking plans up.
âComprised?â She questioned the phone still to her ear talking over both of them on the other end, âso you knew this place was comprised and you left me for the dead?â Accusing, she stood up from her seat, which was a bed to her initially, on the couch. Her voice went quiet having no line to talk over Butcher as he explained that the two would not just leave their only weapon so unguarded and they had only just come to know about the comprise of the location. Even with Butcher telling her to âget yer asses out of the houseâ rent a car for a road trip to another location probably eight hours worth of drive the only thing that she registered enough to let it hurt was that he only mentioned that he would not leave their âweaponâ that was solider boy, unguarded. It
gained her belief that they just came to know of the location comprise but the fact that he would perhaps leave her for the dead if situation called for it was something she could not shake off.
Yet, the moment was too hurried to bring up on the phone call so she abided by the rental carâs plate number sent to her along with the next location as she cut the call only to be distracted almost instantly by his voice, âNot these fucking clowns.â He scoffed looking through the shades at the agents rounding up around the house.
She followed his gaze outside, her heart beating louder with panic every second. This was too fast since the phone call just ended and she was informed about leaving to avoid these guys. They did try to contact her ten times before, stupid silent mode. âIs there any tunnel here-? Bunker passage?â She said frantically looking around the AC vent and the small passages for a way out.
âWe are not outrunning these fuckers doll theyâre at the door.â There was a quiet confidence in his tone which simply translates to underestimation to her. He probably didnât realise the V-agents could actually get away with their cold blooded murder.
âWe have to get out of hereââ before she could even finish that sentence the main door got broken into with a loud kick followed by the thud of the door falling onto the floor.
A loud call to the two to freeze and bring their hands where the agents could see them. She obliged almost instantly as though that would save her life, as if cooperation has ever worked out. The men were all geared up with machine guns and everything up to a T. âYou bunch of freaks walk out of here right this second and save us all the trouble.â Soldier boy declared not even making the slightest attempt of abiding with the demand of keeping his hands where the agents could see them.
She would have never imagined this is how she would die precisely but it seemed so, what does one even think for final moments. As she contemplated her fate, Soldier Boy was taking on the agents withâŠan ease she did not anticipate. Sure he was the most powerful supe of most but from what Hughie mentioned with the hibernation lab-rat period it was an assumption from her side that they probably drained the fight or powers to some extent that he would not withstand all these set of agents.
She stood corrected in a matter of seconds as he fought against their bullets as if they were a pin stab. Oh. The gravity and weight of his superpowers made their way to her grasp only then. No wonder he was the weapon against homelander, he rammed his shield through the last about to get to her before she could take over in a few moments, the edge of his shield made its way out through the manâs torso and grazed her own tshirt. An immaculate precision of the cut, the fatal blow of shield touching her as if a soft caress. Her tshirt had a patch of the agentâs blood as the shield had made its way through it.
âYou good?â He asked gutting it out of the man carelessly as he lumped onto the ground. She barely had moment to register yet another near death experience and an astute grasp over who exactly Soldier Boy was. All those dead agents around the room and he didnât even use his distinct powers yet. âHey!â He called out impatiently wiping the blood of his shield, âwe donât have much time.â From where he stood her state of shock and despair was understandable but if only he had the time and patience to carry it out. The look on her face touching the blood off her clothes, the horror of it, âthe bloodâs not yours. Get a move on!â He directed hoping movement and hurriedness which their position did demand for, would do well for her.
The two made it to the rental car as referenced on the phone, âNo.â He told her sharply as she tried to approach the driving seat. âYouâre too out of it right now to drive.â As if he would trust a woman to drive otherwise.
He shot scattered glances at her as the two of them settled into the car, on their way out she had grabbed some jacket lying around. Wrapping it around herself to conceal the giant patch of blood on her shirt, he decided to not comment on it. âThe fuck?â He mumbled trying to find the clutch in the car. âThis thingâs incomplete!â He let out looking at the gearbox then back at the paddles. âWhereâs the clutch? The gear shifts?â
âItâs an automaticâ a numb composure, letting everything unprocessed be where it may for the time being she explained. âGear-less. You donât have to change it manually.â He looked at her shocked, the only thing in this entire ordeal which seemed to have an effect on him. At a loss of words he inspected the gearbox with the PNR and one missing paddle from the type of cars he was used to. âLook I can drive if-â
âNo noâ he held up his hand and started the car nonetheless. âWhat a fucking joke.â He pressed on the accelerator, same time as pulling the hand break down. âAll cars are like these nowadays?â Flying cars would make more sense than this abomination. What is the point of being behind the while.
âYeah most of them.â She shrugged, âit is more preferred.â
âCuckold for cars.â He scoffed letting the ridiculousness of this gearless shame of an automobile drive the two of them across the state.
âWhat?â She asked a bit taken aback at the exaggeration and he just shook his head.
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By the time they had finally arrived at the next motel stop, eight hours of relentless driving and not once did he let her take the wheel throughout. Despite the two gas station stops where he had to âpee the life out of his snakeâ and bought ridiculous amount of junk, for a man of his size and deprived appetite it was befitting but still.
The motel only had one room assigned under the name Hughie had informed her to claim, overly spent by the events of the day she did not try to go against the logistics of booking another room, for the meantime âTheyâll get here soon.â She told soldier boy as they settled into the room, switching on the lights.
âRing him and tell him we need more of these.â He pointed at the soda he needed for his drinks.
âI canât I discarded my sim remember?â She sighed, at one of the gas station stops she had remembered to let go of the sim in order to prevent being tracked. Not her first rodeo.
âUse the landline.â As if it was a big brainer.
Pressing for soda in the face of such a tragical part of life, only so much could be tolerated, âWill you just stop! Do you not understand what a mess all of this is! All you care about is fast food and drinking-and andââ she wanted to name more stuff but her own thoughts about everything else overpowered her verbal outburst.
He tilted his head, her outburst seemingly predicted yet her blowing up out of nowhere seemingly adorable, âCalm down sunshine, itâs not that big of a deal.â
âIt isnât?!â Out of breath her eyebrows raised up, pacing back and forth feeling as if her skin were on fire, she finally got around removing the jacket, the dried patch of blood she was wearing the jacket to conceal just highlighted her point even further, âLook! Look-! Fuck-this isnât even my blood and it may not be a big deal to youâor-â still could not bring herself to say dad, âor who you work with, but I have spent a lot if not all of my life dodging this exact thing. To be dragged back, I donâtââ now that the jacket was off, the sight of blood, of man, men? She didnât even know, the visuals of soldier boy fighting them off, the shield grazing her. Bodies turned into nothingness, entire existences, right by her eyes. She didnât realise when tears pricked her eyes but she could not seem to feel composed even after what she let out, âI donât want this.â
âHeyâŠheyâ he took a step closer to her. Even internally he could not pretend to understand what she was going through because he didnât, he couldnât even conceptualise something so trivial to be such a horror as she explained it. Probably weaker and softer at heart than she looked, than her upbringing warranted for. âYouâre alright.â Was the only thing he could tell her to soothe her fright to whatever fraction. âYou will be.â He gripped her gently by both of her arms to steady her, the tears visible in her eyes along with her anguish. His own grip surprised him, a sweet lingering touch as if his own hands were afraid of what they were capable of, his own hands feeling bestowed with heavy feeling of getting to hold something so precious in a wretched moment.
Not fighting against his grip but at the same time she tore away from his gaze, looking down upon the stain on her shirt. It felt like a stain on the tapestry of her own life, she was not this person. âNo no donât look there.â He leant a bit lower to have her remet with his own gaze, âI donât understand where you come from and I sure as shit wonât pretend Iâm some green boy at the sight of blood. But if youâre afraid that itâs going to be your bloody over some pussyfooting Vought agent before pulling the trigger then you donât gotta be. You are with me, and as long as you are with me no agents or cocksuckers from the sky will touch you.â
A deep intake of air did not seem to stop the waterworks, it was embarrassing enough as it is to even weep to him, the fact that she felt like letting out everything felt way worse. âI feel like Iâm never going to get away from all this.â That came out along with a suppressed sob. The more she tried to shove it down it simply bubbled back up, all of a sudden it was everything running in her hands. The encounter with Homelander, the Vought agents, the parental term she couldnât think.
âCome hereâ he was not wise enough for more words, even though that was not what he thought of himself. It was just the state of her which made him want to envelope her in his arms until she could feel grounded so that is what he did. Wrapping his arms around her, her crying out into his chest and for a moment he felt disarmed. A long forgotten relic to the world, used and thrown, but here with her in his arms, the realisation that he wasnât nobody nowhere to the woman crying in his arms. He didnât do much of sappy or even wishful thinking but if he allowed himself to, at least for now, she felt comfortableâŠwith him. And she felt right, in his arms.
After a bit when she eventually pulled away he let go off her slightly but not completely as to have them be at a distance again, still standing close to her and his arms around her, their faces close. A quiet understanding as the two stared at one another, she felt confused at the familiarity and swaying her away from her desolation yet not unwanting. It was odd. This was odd, and yet she made no attempt to pull away from him even when his eyes moved down to her lips.
Before she could he burdened with that decision the door to the motel room opened revealed Butcher and Hughie welcoming themselves in, without a knock or warning. Instinctively she pulled away and at the sight of who it was, she created more of a distance. Solider Boy didnât, he couldnât be paid to have decorum.
Hughie was the first to sense the tension at the penetrating look Butcher had in his eyes. âWe got the connecting room.â Hughie raised the key card up, as if to elevate the heightened sense of ill-feelings.
âOh right I will-uhâ a pace that could almost identify as a sprint she made her way towards the key card Hughie was holding up, âyeah thanks.â Excusing herself out of the room, to the next one she took her exit. The awkwardness was somewhat unaffordable.
This ought to be a long trip.
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PART 2
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( 18+ ) ââ Thinking about đensen đckles impatiently waiting for his press/con interviews to be over, desperate to get back to you in the green room. His phone buzzes incessantly in his pocket from all the vulgar texts you keep sending him, taunting him while heâs busy, trying to break his trained facade of being a good respectable man.
Meanwhile below the table, his cock strains against the confines of his jeans, his tip leaking and swollen, begging for that smart little mouth of yours to wrap around it and lick his weeping slit clean. Heâs so beyond fucked, and he knows it, biting into his bottom lip until thereâs teeth marks, attempting to seem sane while his neglected cock throbs. His mind races with obscene images of your body, along with the heavenly sound of your moans, the way you taste, and how utterly perfect your greedy cunt feels around him. Part of him thinks this would be kinda funny if he wasnât at work, in front of a crowd of people and dozens of cameras.
He knows heâll ultimately get the last laugh, though. You wonât be finding it so amusing once heâs got you bent over the arm of the green room couch, delivering tauntingly weak strokes to your dripping cunt, too slow for any real stimulation. You can beg for more all you like, for a hand to rub your clit, for faster thrusts and a better angle, but you did this. You played dirty first. Itâs only fair he gets you back.
summary: followâs the plot line of season 3, butcher has a long (purposefully) forgotten daughter with iffy relations which comes to light when Homelander is set for revenge via her life.
warnings: crazy daddy issues, dead mother (not becca), cuss words, soldier boy
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âYou have got to be fucking kidding me.â Butcher mumbled under his breath thinking out loud as he saw a recognisable figure approach the doorstep through the curtain blinds over the window, standing up from his chair, his mind going through heavy agitation as to however could this location to disclosed, to her off all people. His aggressive stride to the door turned heads. Both Hughie and Soldier boy looked up in the direction of the exit Butcher was taking, solider boy was unbothered and simply curious about the commotion however Hughie was stressed as if bracing for impact. âGet the fuck off this property.â Butcher announced as soon as he opened the door, the stranger still taking slow steps towards the porch.
âListenââ
âAbsolutely fucking not.â He barked, clearly in no place or interest to listen to the woman approaching him despite his warning.
âI did not come here by choiceâ there was an unsaid enlightenment in her voice a sense of no bargaining. Carrying herself up the small steps of the house with quiet precision.
âNot my bloody problem.â Buctherâs brows furrowed even further as if that was problem till then Hughie had already followed him outside. âGo back inside.â He told the lad who did not budge apparently.
âWell it is your problem because homelander knows.â She admitted almost like throwing out leverage, letting out a deep breath as she said it.
âBullshit.â Butcher scoffed assuming she was bluffing.
The audacity the man had as to just believe otherwise for the things he had not planned ahead of. âHe found me and I escaped-â
âHe would not have let you escape. The cuntâs super.â Calling her bluff again, even if she was backing it up with genuine reasoning. What did he have to care for it?
âExactly! But he did and both of us know I am not at the slightest keen to meet you so much so that I would make some absurd story like this up.â Clarifying her point she explained further, âhe is out for blood and you know this.â
Butcher contemplated in a silent moment with himself as he stood there on the doorstep, not even offering her to come inside âWell, tough luck isnât it?â He said tilting his head wanting to show the lass her way out on the same path she came in.
âWho are you again?â Hughie interjected at the whole scene in curiosity and concern, there were much less people from butcherâs past or even present who if re-met with him after a while didnât go straight for his throat or the other way around.
âHe will kill me.â Ignoring Hughieâs question she emphasised glaring into butcherâs eyes for a solution she expected him to provide, purely logical and devoid of concern.
âAnd I will be next in line. You can see me in hell.â Butcher scoffed, he did not want to get entangled in looking after a liability when they already had a nuke worth of ancient supe to look after.
âYou know you wonât be, the shit ones always survive.â She spat back, if he had no buisness to help her out of the hell he dragged her into the least solace she could offer herself would probably be of a last word.
âThe fuck did you say to me?â Butcher grew closer towering her, there was a threat in his body language. âThink youâre Lord Muck himself strutting around with your toffee-nosed beliefs huh? If anything youâre the shit one that survivedâ
âFuck youâ she shoved him with all the force in her enough for him to stumble back. Yet ever so offended he was quick to retaliate but did not. Not for the first time anyways, when she shoved him to the wall behind again, he paused grabbing her by her shoulders to make her stop pushing him; she wasnât even holding back. Even as Hughie tried to place himself between the two Butcher did not falter. âGet your hands off of me-â she yelled trying to shove back at him all the same.
âDonât dish it out if you canât take it.â Butcher said through gritted teeth as she struggled against his stern resolve, having her pinned against the wooden pillar of the porch. His fingers digging into the skin of upper arms harshly.
âYou piece of shitââ she tried to swing her hand right back at him and as successful as she was brushing her nails against his face, butcher was quick to duck still holding her in one place.
âHey knock it off you twoââ Hughie kept trying to get between them but butcher did not let go off the woman and neither would she stop with her own lunges at him. In two minutes Hughie stood corrected internally, almost everyone introduced to butcher was out for his throat and likewise, at least in this case.
âThe fuckâs going on out here?â A deep voice coursed through the commotion all the same but neither of them were able to distract themselves from it.
Eventually when she had tried to reach for his face again, Butcher swayed his head to the side and changing his grip from her upper arms to her wrists in one swift motion, he just wanted to make his point clear to her and he couldnât do that with her trying to take a swing at him again and again. âYou are a fucking nobody.â He told her glaring into her eyes, gripping both her wrists in an ungentle grip so he could emphasis on his point without having her trying a stunt at him. âAnd I will have nothing to do with you, especially now-â
âLet go off my hands.â She interrupted him, eyes fierce all the same as him but he did not.
âHow many times I gotta the rinse filth of you down the drain before you stay gone?â For the man who had spent half of his own and all of her life pushing the nuisance that she was away from his life, it was tiring to be in the same cycle. Before she could lunge at him again because she certainly looked like she would, Soldier Boy grabbed Butcher off his collar away from her. His hands let go off the woman instantly as he was pulled back.
Hughie was quick to get in front of Butcher so he wouldnât start again because out of practise and impulse he knew that Butcher most certainly could. Despite of himself, Soldier Boy got right in front of her too, his back facing hers as if she was of take cover behind him. As if she needed his cover. âI am in this mess because of YOU!â Exclaiming she pointed at Butcher over Soldier Boyâs shoulder.
âJoin the fucking club. I could say the same âbout youâ he could, perhaps only in retrospect and only in a far stretched retelling of his mess. She was responsible for everything in his life as a butterfly effect, as for him in hers there a direct and deliberate hand.
âNo you canât!â She bit back, overcome with agitation âHomelander burned my house, he almost killed me, all my accounts are frozen all because of YOU. I had to leave the state overnight to find you-â
âWe will get you on the CIA black mission payroll.â Butcher came up with a resolve almost instantly, he wanted her gone with the same speed.
âWhat part of Homelander is going to kill me do you not get?!â She said, at her witâs end with this man. The unwavering determination to overlook her life was second nature to him but this was about her survival.
âHit the bloody road lassâ he snarled meaning to end this song and dance right here.
âSheâs staying.â The voice which wasnât in this conversation, or going to be considered barked in a heavy tone as if leaving no room for discussion over his word. What was a stranger to him? He had no clue himself why he took it upon himself to interfere with the worst personâs business but well. He felt this odd inclination to her which was ever so confusing to him given these were barely the first of the moments he was laying eyes at her.
âAnd who asked you, captain fuck-knuckle?â Butcher immediately retaliated not even meaning to get into the motive this relic would have to side with her.
âIf homelanderâs after her he will get to her himself. I donât want to go around everywhere with my cock in my hands because you two cannot find the wart to suck it.â As logical as it was to save himself the trouble of a back and forth trip to find homelander he did realise there was more to his eagerness than he let on but it wasnât an introspection he wanted to put himself up for, not now at least.
âHe is not wrong but who is she to Homelander to go extremes for himself?â Hughie tried to talk reason to Butcher hoping to find some answers for himself.
âA fucking nobody.â Butcher answered for nearly all to realise that she was more of a nobody to himself rather than Homelander.
âI am not asking for your help I am asking you to do right by me.â She scoffed, somewhere she did know none of the words would amount to nothing, if they were to they would have had an affect when she told him how her life was in danger or when she was a child and begged him to stay. It was white noise to him back then, it is still white noise now. âFor once.â
âJust make your damn way insideâ Solider boy losing his patience with this incessant back and forth leading nowhere, tugging her from her wrists from where she stood beside him he yanked her towards the doorframe to speed up the conclusion.
âWoah dontââ she was interrupted almost instantly.
âDont put your fucking hands on her.â Butcher barked with a frown on his face at the inaction of her getting manhandled. His own disdain for her would not make him exempt from just any rando-relic old supe putting his grubby hands on her as he see fit.
Solider Boy, ever so unphased simply rolled his eyes at the exaggerated reaction. âBottom line, she is staying.â
âI-Iâll show her aroundâŠâ Hughie stepped in to back solider boyâs word without directly offending butcher even though it was not entirely possible.
âNo. She is not staying.â Butcher emphasised not willing to budge.
âI will walk out of here and put myself on the first flight to London.â It was not a threat, her lost resort. To be depicted as a thought for butcher as his face clearly took it, she threatened to go to London to his parentsâ place.
âYouâre a right bloody nutter if you think fucking off to nanâs going to do you any good. Especially not with that psychotic old bastard.â Butcher clarified, for she did not know the extent of crazy his own father was and he would never let her go off to their place, ever.
âItâs either that psycho or this psycho because the one in the sky is after my life.â It was neither a surprise nor a misunderstanding to her that her own grandparents from his side were a bit improper. He never answered her questions about them when she was younger and she had grown old enough to piece it, on top of thatâŠwhat proper set of parents could raise the crazy man that he was. He had forbade them from approaching her and all her life they had never been keen to. Having met them only when she sought out for them herself was also an experience ruined and interrupted by Butcher himself years back.
With a sharp intake of breath he had to cave in, âFine.â He said through gritted teeth. âBut this is temporary, youâre temporary.â
ââJust like your dadâ they said.â Her comment earned a glare for him she did not care to take into account. However the comment was a lot for Hughie himself was a bit much.
âThis is your daughter?!â Brows raised and eyes wide he questioned Butcher. âYou never told us you had a daughter?â
âWell donât go all Maleficent now. Your christening invite got lost in the mail.â Butcher snarked with a roll of his eyes as if he owed that information to anybody else, it was not even a problem up until now anyways, with one final glance at solider boy and her, he made his way inside brushing past Hughie somewhat harshly.
âJoin the party Butcher Jr!â It was sort of amusing to Soldier boy, he couldnât help but make the joke. The fact that some woman was willing enough to let butcherâs ugly ass near herself to even make this doll happen was hilarious.
Without a word or even a side eye she made her way inside, cross armed. Already a huge headache it was to have to deal with her father. The dramatic entrance of an interaction she just had with him and less unfeeling strangers did not help. The day went on and the safe house was not much to explore about, it was exactly as Mallory had been kind enough to brief her about. She had always been the better part of a guardian figure, growing up with a father who is Voughtâs most wanted has its almost-get-kidnapped perks so Mallory was often heavily involved with her life even from afar.
What was a bit too much to know and also a shocker, thanks to Hughie is that the other stranger, was Soldier Boy. Not a regular Joe supe or a fellow agent, The Soldier boy. âYouâre kidding me?!â She was whisper yelling as if solider boy could not pick up what her and the cum guzzler were gossiping about like teenage girls. âThatâs him?â
âYes and heâs agreed to help us with Homelander so I wouldnât worry about it, if there is anywhere safe, itâs around himâŠâ Hughie trailed off trying to help her feel grounded, she had a neat death experience at the hands of Homelander so it would be nice for her to know she was in the presence of a supe who actually could end homelander. If there was anyone, it was him. However as the words left his mouth he thought back to the manâs old fashioned characterisation of women and the general take, the liking he had⊠âwell mostly.â
âWhy wouldnât he just kill you?â She asked confused, what reason had he to not act on his whim.
âIn a way he could kill anybody.â Hughie conceptualised it vaguely because he couldnât agree with her without g taking away fake assurance from her.
âBut what about you?â She pushed further, âor me? Or-â the word âdadâ died on her tongue so she just gestured her head to the other room where Butcher had exited.
âCount your stars, doll. Iâve always had a weakness for a pretty faceâ he answered for Hughie, even though the two were whispering with him across the room it was not quiet enough for him to not pick up on. âKeeps them from getting the shield in their teeth.â He said tilting his head at Hughie.
Is he talking to me. She thought to herself and her eyes asked Hughie the same, he did not seem too surprised by the blatant flirting. She was truly at a loss for words, not out of being wooed or a blush, it was concerningly odd. âWhat the fuck?â She mouthed to Hughie who simply shook his head in response.
âCome on.â He made a slow walk up to the dining area the two were sitting at and pulled a chair across her, he took her awkward taken aback stable bordering on disgust as her being totally swoon by him. âHavenât these dickless little boytoys ever told you what a pretty face you have on those shoulders?â
âWow okay no this is-â she shook her head, he truly wasnât joking. âNot happening.â She stood up crediting soldier boy being ever so out of touch perhaps with his long years of being away from a proper human civilisation. A small smile at Hughie and stealing her gaze away from Soldier Boy she left, the dining room to the two of them.
Soldier Boy checked her out shamelessly even as she was leaving the room, âThey never can resist the uniform.â He scoffed, giving his two cents to Hughie on how women can be charmed.
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The couch was not the most comfortable place to sleep, Butcher was not worth the quiet dignity she would lose in conversing with him, Hughie offered his cot but she did not want to be any more of a bother and that walking ancient nuke was a whole other story. Besides the living room was most accessible to other rooms should something happen at night. It had been a long trip as it is after a near death experience and the emotional turmoil of seeing her father again, exhaustion took over the need for comfort to fall asleep so she did.
It was a heavy sleep after all the crushing events one after the other. Just as easily consistent morning to be terrible as she was woken up by a deep voice she was yet to be familiar with, âHey! Sunshine, wake up!â He shook her by the shoulder which finally did the thing. Her eyes were wide, not used to the scene around her or even him, âYour vibratorâs been going off the entire morning.â He couldnât help but snicker, she did not look as someone who would be such a freak from within. And the modern toys. What a gift.
âWhat-?â The shock was so apparent to her, she felt as if she was still living out her weird dream and was yet to wake up. âMy what-?!â Her eyes finally landed on the âvibratorâ he was referring to and it was her phone. âOh for godâs sakeâ she sighed, somewhat relieved âThat is my phone! Itâs on vibrate by accidentâ she explained reaching out for it on the coffee table.
âA phone?â His eyebrows came together in a frown, confused âPhones can do all that now-?â
âNo!â She clarified instantly âitâs just a normal phone, it does no such things just vibrates when the ringer is off.â For her own sake and characterisation by a man it mattered the least from, she still had to explain it. âHello?â She picked up, going over the ten other missed calls from the same number. âWhat wait slow down-â it was Hughie on the other end, on speaker with Butcher.
Butcher was whining about her not picking up the calls as they kept ringing her so, and proceeded to brief her the current action station. âMe? I have to do that-?â She asked barely adjusting her nervous system to being awake and now this, as if she were involved with the rest of them and not just an apparent victim of the circumstance. Solider Boy stood there piecing her panicked reaction without internalising it because he knew that nothing out there was fundamentally a threat to him as long as he was awake. Her getting all worked up over the call was probably Butcher and his side piece fucking plans up.
âComprised?â She questioned the phone still to her ear talking over both of them on the other end, âso you knew this place was comprised and you left me for the dead?â Accusing, she stood up from her seat, which was a bed to her initially, on the couch. Her voice went quiet having no line to talk over Butcher as he explained that the two would not just leave their only weapon so unguarded and they had only just come to know about the comprise of the location. Even with Butcher telling her to âget yer asses out of the houseâ rent a car for a road trip to another location probably eight hours worth of drive the only thing that she registered enough to let it hurt was that he only mentioned that he would not leave their âweaponâ that was solider boy, unguarded. It
gained her belief that they just came to know of the location comprise but the fact that he would perhaps leave her for the dead if situation called for it was something she could not shake off.
Yet, the moment was too hurried to bring up on the phone call so she abided by the rental carâs plate number sent to her along with the next location as she cut the call only to be distracted almost instantly by his voice, âNot these fucking clowns.â He scoffed looking through the shades at the agents rounding up around the house.
She followed his gaze outside, her heart beating louder with panic every second. This was too fast since the phone call just ended and she was informed about leaving to avoid these guys. They did try to contact her ten times before, stupid silent mode. âIs there any tunnel here-? Bunker passage?â She said frantically looking around the AC vent and the small passages for a way out.
âWe are not outrunning these fuckers doll theyâre at the door.â There was a quiet confidence in his tone which simply translates to underestimation to her. He probably didnât realise the V-agents could actually get away with their cold blooded murder.
âWe have to get out of hereââ before she could even finish that sentence the main door got broken into with a loud kick followed by the thud of the door falling onto the floor.
A loud call to the two to freeze and bring their hands where the agents could see them. She obliged almost instantly as though that would save her life, as if cooperation has ever worked out. The men were all geared up with machine guns and everything up to a T. âYou bunch of freaks walk out of here right this second and save us all the trouble.â Soldier boy declared not even making the slightest attempt of abiding with the demand of keeping his hands where the agents could see them.
She would have never imagined this is how she would die precisely but it seemed so, what does one even think for final moments. As she contemplated her fate, Soldier Boy was taking on the agents withâŠan ease she did not anticipate. Sure he was the most powerful supe of most but from what Hughie mentioned with the hibernation lab-rat period it was an assumption from her side that they probably drained the fight or powers to some extent that he would not withstand all these set of agents.
She stood corrected in a matter of seconds as he fought against their bullets as if they were a pin stab. Oh. The gravity and weight of his superpowers made their way to her grasp only then. No wonder he was the weapon against homelander, he rammed his shield through the last about to get to her before she could take over in a few moments, the edge of his shield made its way out through the manâs torso and grazed her own tshirt. An immaculate precision of the cut, the fatal blow of shield touching her as if a soft caress. Her tshirt had a patch of the agentâs blood as the shield had made its way through it.
âYou good?â He asked gutting it out of the man carelessly as he lumped onto the ground. She barely had moment to register yet another near death experience and an astute grasp over who exactly Soldier Boy was. All those dead agents around the room and he didnât even use his distinct powers yet. âHey!â He called out impatiently wiping the blood of his shield, âwe donât have much time.â From where he stood her state of shock and despair was understandable but if only he had the time and patience to carry it out. The look on her face touching the blood off her clothes, the horror of it, âthe bloodâs not yours. Get a move on!â He directed hoping movement and hurriedness which their position did demand for, would do well for her.
The two made it to the rental car as referenced on the phone, âNo.â He told her sharply as she tried to approach the driving seat. âYouâre too out of it right now to drive.â As if he would trust a woman to drive otherwise.
He shot scattered glances at her as the two of them settled into the car, on their way out she had grabbed some jacket lying around. Wrapping it around herself to conceal the giant patch of blood on her shirt, he decided to not comment on it. âThe fuck?â He mumbled trying to find the clutch in the car. âThis thingâs incomplete!â He let out looking at the gearbox then back at the paddles. âWhereâs the clutch? The gear shifts?â
âItâs an automaticâ a numb composure, letting everything unprocessed be where it may for the time being she explained. âGear-less. You donât have to change it manually.â He looked at her shocked, the only thing in this entire ordeal which seemed to have an effect on him. At a loss of words he inspected the gearbox with the PNR and one missing paddle from the type of cars he was used to. âLook I can drive if-â
âNo noâ he held up his hand and started the car nonetheless. âWhat a fucking joke.â He pressed on the accelerator, same time as pulling the hand break down. âAll cars are like these nowadays?â Flying cars would make more sense than this abomination. What is the point of being behind the while.
âYeah most of them.â She shrugged, âit is more preferred.â
âCuckold for cars.â He scoffed letting the ridiculousness of this gearless shame of an automobile drive the two of them across the state.
âWhat?â She asked a bit taken aback at the exaggeration and he just shook his head.
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By the time they had finally arrived at the next motel stop, eight hours of relentless driving and not once did he let her take the wheel throughout. Despite the two gas station stops where he had to âpee the life out of his snakeâ and bought ridiculous amount of junk, for a man of his size and deprived appetite it was befitting but still.
The motel only had one room assigned under the name Hughie had informed her to claim, overly spent by the events of the day she did not try to go against the logistics of booking another room, for the meantime âTheyâll get here soon.â She told soldier boy as they settled into the room, switching on the lights.
âRing him and tell him we need more of these.â He pointed at the soda he needed for his drinks.
âI canât I discarded my sim remember?â She sighed, at one of the gas station stops she had remembered to let go of the sim in order to prevent being tracked. Not her first rodeo.
âUse the landline.â As if it was a big brainer.
Pressing for soda in the face of such a tragical part of life, only so much could be tolerated, âWill you just stop! Do you not understand what a mess all of this is! All you care about is fast food and drinking-and andââ she wanted to name more stuff but her own thoughts about everything else overpowered her verbal outburst.
He tilted his head, her outburst seemingly predicted yet her blowing up out of nowhere seemingly adorable, âCalm down sunshine, itâs not that big of a deal.â
âIt isnât?!â Out of breath her eyebrows raised up, pacing back and forth feeling as if her skin were on fire, she finally got around removing the jacket, the dried patch of blood she was wearing the jacket to conceal just highlighted her point even further, âLook! Look-! Fuck-this isnât even my blood and it may not be a big deal to youâor-â still could not bring herself to say dad, âor who you work with, but I have spent a lot if not all of my life dodging this exact thing. To be dragged back, I donâtââ now that the jacket was off, the sight of blood, of man, men? She didnât even know, the visuals of soldier boy fighting them off, the shield grazing her. Bodies turned into nothingness, entire existences, right by her eyes. She didnât realise when tears pricked her eyes but she could not seem to feel composed even after what she let out, âI donât want this.â
âHeyâŠheyâ he took a step closer to her. Even internally he could not pretend to understand what she was going through because he didnât, he couldnât even conceptualise something so trivial to be such a horror as she explained it. Probably weaker and softer at heart than she looked, than her upbringing warranted for. âYouâre alright.â Was the only thing he could tell her to soothe her fright to whatever fraction. âYou will be.â He gripped her gently by both of her arms to steady her, the tears visible in her eyes along with her anguish. His own grip surprised him, a sweet lingering touch as if his own hands were afraid of what they were capable of, his own hands feeling bestowed with heavy feeling of getting to hold something so precious in a wretched moment.
Not fighting against his grip but at the same time she tore away from his gaze, looking down upon the stain on her shirt. It felt like a stain on the tapestry of her own life, she was not this person. âNo no donât look there.â He leant a bit lower to have her remet with his own gaze, âI donât understand where you come from and I sure as shit wonât pretend Iâm some green boy at the sight of blood. But if youâre afraid that itâs going to be your bloody over some pussyfooting Vought agent before pulling the trigger then you donât gotta be. You are with me, and as long as you are with me no agents or cocksuckers from the sky will touch you.â
A deep intake of air did not seem to stop the waterworks, it was embarrassing enough as it is to even weep to him, the fact that she felt like letting out everything felt way worse. âI feel like Iâm never going to get away from all this.â That came out along with a suppressed sob. The more she tried to shove it down it simply bubbled back up, all of a sudden it was everything running in her hands. The encounter with Homelander, the Vought agents, the parental term she couldnât think.
âCome hereâ he was not wise enough for more words, even though that was not what he thought of himself. It was just the state of her which made him want to envelope her in his arms until she could feel grounded so that is what he did. Wrapping his arms around her, her crying out into his chest and for a moment he felt disarmed. A long forgotten relic to the world, used and thrown, but here with her in his arms, the realisation that he wasnât nobody nowhere to the woman crying in his arms. He didnât do much of sappy or even wishful thinking but if he allowed himself to, at least for now, she felt comfortableâŠwith him. And she felt right, in his arms.
After a bit when she eventually pulled away he let go off her slightly but not completely as to have them be at a distance again, still standing close to her and his arms around her, their faces close. A quiet understanding as the two stared at one another, she felt confused at the familiarity and swaying her away from her desolation yet not unwanting. It was odd. This was odd, and yet she made no attempt to pull away from him even when his eyes moved down to her lips.
Before she could he burdened with that decision the door to the motel room opened revealed Butcher and Hughie welcoming themselves in, without a knock or warning. Instinctively she pulled away and at the sight of who it was, she created more of a distance. Solider Boy didnât, he couldnât be paid to have decorum.
Hughie was the first to sense the tension at the penetrating look Butcher had in his eyes. âWe got the connecting room.â Hughie raised the key card up, as if to elevate the heightened sense of ill-feelings.
âOh right I will-uhâ a pace that could almost identify as a sprint she made her way towards the key card Hughie was holding up, âyeah thanks.â Excusing herself out of the room, to the next one she took her exit. The awkwardness was somewhat unaffordable.
This ought to be a long trip.
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