✧ w.c. 2.3k words
✧ chapter tags/warning(s). 18+ mdni, no use of y/n, reader is a concubine/slave, historical inaccuracies, mention of an orgy (tho reader doesn't participate), alcohol/drunk Caracalla, unprotected piv sex, period sex, blood, fingering (f!receiving), Caracalla has a blood kink, creampie, cum/blood painting/play, breeding kink (if you squint)
✧ divider credit(s). @/divvision + @/cafekitsune
✧ a/n. co-written with @super-unpredictable98 for @fredhechingerfrenzy’s Blood prompt for Caracalla month, & while it is part of the Dum Spiro, Spero universe, you don’t have to have read the rest of the fic to understand this one 🧡
✧ summary. When Caracalla discovers you're on your menses he's only too eager to help alleviate your pain, while indulging in something he's always wanted to do.
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Music and raucous laughter filled the room, echoing loudly in your ears, and you shifted atop the plush chaise you lounged upon—the softest seat you could find that was not already in use—and grabbed a fresh cup of spiced wine from one of the passing servants before hastily gulping down most of the dark liquid. Your head swam, but the alcohol seemed to help somewhat lessen your discomfort.
Though you were not unused to the sharp cramps that assailed your lower abdomen, you were unaccustomed to the sheer decadence and debauchery that currently surrounded you. Courtiers drank and feasted to excess, while others writhed and danced, half clothed, pleasuring themselves and others—sometimes more than one at a time.
Not far from where you sat, the emperors were enjoying themselves similarly, surrounded by several of their other concubines—their drunken laughter rising above the rest of the noise. Quintilla lounged in Geta’s lap, kissing his neck while another woman massaged his shoulders, and Caracalla drank straight from a bottle of wine, tipping it back to get every last drop. However, when one of the men at his side attempted to reach beneath his tunic, Caracalla pushed his hands away in annoyance, his head swiveling as if in search of something. When his pale blue eyes finally came to rest on you, you froze, your pulse thundering loud in your ears.
Though a feeling akin to jealousy had bubbled in your stomach at the sight of the attention the pair of them were enjoying, you’d hoped that perhaps this night you might be overlooked—not particularly keen to explain to the emperors that you were on your menses…though you weren’t exactly certain that the knowledge would even deter them or not.
At the sight of you Caracalla brightened, his smile almost too big for any human face as he called your name, beckoning you to come closer. "I have been searching for you, my sweet! Come! Come sit on my lap," he insisted, patting his thigh as he licked the wine from his lips.
Unable to disagree, you reluctantly stood, swallowing down the rest of your cup of wine and wiping your lips with the back of your hand before approaching, a stray trickle of wine running down your neck.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” you murmured, carefully settling in Caracalla’s lap, the scent of wine heavy on his breath.
"I could be enjoying myself even more," he growled softly, watching the drop of wine roll down the swell of your breast before dropping his face to catch it with his tongue and kissing back up your throat, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake.
Your breath hitched and you squirmed slightly atop his lap as Caracalla fanned the flames of your arousal—the growing ache between your thighs competing with the sharp flare of pain in your abdomen, leaving you wincing.
Noticing the way your expression contorted, Caracalla frowned slightly. "You seem... crippled with unease,” he murmured, nuzzling into your neck with the tip of his nose. “What is it that is clouding your beautiful mind so?" he asked, nibbling at your earlobe.
“It is nothing, Augustus,” you mumbled, shaking your head, hoping he would leave it at that and grow distracted, but Caracalla wasn’t about to be deterred so easily.
“You are in pain,” he observed as your body tensed, your muscles seizing tighter. “What is wrong?” he insisted, forcing you to admit that something was amiss.
“It truly is nothing, just… my menses,” you finally mumbled, wetting your lips, your face warming with acute embarrassment.
"Oh—," Caracalla breathed, his lips quirking slightly as he leaned in to cover your cheek and neck in soft kisses, intrigued by your ailment. "Are you in much pain? I could send for some tea and we could retire to my quarters. I could braid your hair while Dondus places little flowers in it," he giggled, half serious—though his thoughts were not quite so pure.
“You would leave the festivities… to tend to me?” you asked slowly, taken aback by his selflessness.
"Of course!" Caracalla exclaimed, a hiccup shaking his whole body. "The festivities have grown boring anyway," he huffed, offering you his hand.
As you slipped from his throne and headed for the door, Caracalla swaying slightly, you felt Geta’s eyes on you and turned to meet his gaze. A scowl twisted his features for a moment before he tore his eyes away and Caracalla slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you along.
"Pay him no mind; he would not so much as touch you if he knew of your state," Caracalla huffed, leading you to his chambers, though it was more like you leading him as he stumbled along at your side. "I do not mind though! You look even more scrumptious this time of the month,” he drawled, his eyes flashing darkly.
“Certainly, you do not mean that,” you mumbled, your face flushing hotter.
"I do, I think you look enchanting,” he insisted. “What sort of warrior fears a little blood?" he chuckled, practically falling into bed and pulling you atop him.
"And you are a fierce warrior?" you teased, wincing before finding a comfortable position, your lips brushing his jaw.
"Of course, I am the fiercest warrior that ever walked this planet!" Caracalla exclaimed, his words slurring slightly.
"I do not doubt it," you chuckled softly, kissing your way down his neck. "Truthfully, I am glad to have you to myself," you admitted, tugging at his robes, glad to be away from the debauchery of the other room—you preferred to enjoy the emperors’ depravity without an audience.
"I... am also thankful. I find myself aching for you more with each passing day, and I do not wish to share,” he mumbled, his hands sliding down your sides to rest at your hips.
"Truly?" you asked, lifting your face to peer at him, your stomach giving a curious flutter.
"Truly,” he replied, whining softly before his lips twitched. “And I am not only saying that because I am intoxicated," Caracalla giggled, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I desire you more than anything."
Your breath hitched as heat pulsed through you, leaving your head swimming. “Then take me,” you breathed, palming his growing erection through his tunic.
"I cannot think of anything I would rather do than ravish this perfect body," Caracalla groaned. “But you—will you be... comfortable?” he asked, wetting his lips, his brows furrowing.
"I have heard that orgasms can help alleviate the pain," you murmured, guiding his hand beneath your subligaculum.
Catching his wine stained lip between his teeth, he slipped his fingers between your folds, delving into your tight heat with a gasp and marveling at how slick you felt. Swallowing thickly, he pulled his hand free to inspect the dark blood coating his digits, and his pupils dilated with excitement, a broken moan clawing its way up his throat.
"Then I suppose I shall have to bring you to climax as many times as necessary for all your pain to be gone," he growled, biting your earlobe. "Tell me you want me inside you, beg for me,” he commanded and your body reacted involuntarily, your cunt clenching at the demand in his voice.
“Please Caracalla—! I need your cock, your majesty,” you whimpered, squirming against him. “I need you to fuck me,” you begged breathlessly, desperation lacing your voice.
"That’s a good little whore," Caracalla growled, his lips curling wolfishly. In one swift motion, he rolled atop you, tearing at your clothes like a hungry animal until you were bare beneath him, your chest heaving as he stared down at you, taking in the sight of your body as if it were the first time. "So beautiful..." he breathed, parting your legs further to inspect your bleeding core, his cock straining painfully beneath his tunic at the sight.
Guiding your hands to help him, he undressed frantically until you were both stripped bare, his manhood falling heavily against your lower abdomen, his tip already angry and weeping, twitching expectantly.
"Your emperor wishes to worship you for a change,” he drawled, grasping his cock at the base and squeezing, guiding his tip to your entrance and slipping it between your folds, coating his length in your fertility, painting his pale skin bright red.
Moaning at his words, you squirmed as his cockhead teased your clit, and you ran your hands down his bare chest, letting your fingers trace the thick trail of his chest hair down his soft stomach, admiring the way his muscles twitched beneath your touch.
"Who am I to be worshipped, Augustus?" you whispered, a cramp contorting your expression.
"My Goddess—" Caracalla breathed, leaning over you to kiss your breasts, sucking at your nipples as his cock brushed over your navel, smearing your blood against your fevered skin, painting your womb with your own fertility. "Goddess of all things good, of desire and love,” he groaned, biting down on your hardened nub as he finally pressed into you, sliding in easily.
A gasp hissed through your lips at the sharp pain and he snapped into you, sheathing you roughly, the pain melting into pleasure.
“Oh Gods—“ You moaned, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you as he slowly pulled out to thrust back in, his gaze falling to where your bodies connected, watching spellbound as your cunt clenched around him, sucking him in greedily, each thrust leaving a fresh band of blood higher around his girth till it flecked his dark red pubes, matting them to his skin.
Grasping your thigh, he pushed your leg up, and you keened at the change in angle, squirming beneath him. Drawing your other leg up, you wrapped them around his waist, hooking your ankles behind his back, urging him deeper as you clutched at his biceps, your lashes fluttering in pleasure.
"Calla—!”
"Moan my name louder," he commanded, kissing up your neck, his mouth hot on your pulse. "I want the entire palace to hear who is making you feel like this!”
“Gods, Caracalla!” you cried louder, rolling your hips to meet his, desperate for a shred of friction against your aching clit. “Oh Calla—” you whined, your mouth falling open in bliss.
"My beautiful goddess! My sweet!" He moaned just as loudly, crying your name as his thrusts grew faster, frantic. "I adore this perfect cunt!" he groaned, a deep flush suffusing his face and creeping down his chest as sweat dampened his brow.
Each rough thrust sent a tremor through your body, rocking you beneath him, and the wet sounds of his cock filling your slick hole and the dull slap of flesh against flesh filled the candlelit room, echoing off the stone walls, and you let yourself drown in it, focusing on the thick pleasure flowing through you, building steadily to a crescendo. Before you had come to the palace, you had never imagined such pleasure could exist.
"Fuck, Calla—“ you panted, wetting your lips as your arms snaked around him, your nails biting into his shoulder blades. "You are perfect—your cock is perfect—f-fills me so perfect," you whined, beginning to babble.
"If you say the word... it is all yours," Caracalla cried, hissing as your nails dug at his pale skin, raking down his back in red tracks. "I could spend the rest of my life fucking you and never be satisfied, never get tired of your sweet, sweet honey, that divine nectar between your thighs."
“All… mine?” you breathed, your brain struggling to keep up as you clung to him.
"All yours," Caracalla grunted, nodding desperately, his pale eyes clouding. He wasn’t one to make empty promises, and he had never promised anything of the sort to any of his other concubines. "I want to see you let your pleasure take over!”
"Y-Yes, my emperor," you moaned, your arms snaking tight around his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to feel all of him against you. "I—I am so close—" you breathed, the tingle in your stomach spreading outward, filling you with warmth.
"Me too! I am on the brink—!" Caracalla whined, his frantic thrusts growing more erratic, jerky. "I am going to fill you! Let go, my sweet!"
"Gods, please—!" your voice broke as you cried louder, your mouth falling open in a keening scream as your pleasure spilled over, pouring out in a flood, and your body went rigid, squeezing around Caracalla impossibly tighter.
"Good girl..." he moaned, filling you with a few last sloppy thrusts, his movements slowing, deepening as he came inside you, his cock twitching with each rope of spend until he finally stilled, dropping his face to your shoulder to catch his breath, his chest heaving rapidly. "Oh you are heaven, columbina."
Slipping out of you, he pushed himself up to admire the mess he’d made of you, watching rapt as a mixture of your blood and his seed seeped from your folds. “You are so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his kiss swollen lips pulling into a lopsided grin as he pushed the mixture back into your ruined hole and dragged his wet fingers across your stomach, marking you with the proof of your union.
Twitching at his touch, your cunt still fluttering with the aftershocks of your orgasm, you heaved a contented sigh. Though your inner thighs felt slicker than usual and you knew you had probably bled through the linen sheets beneath you, you couldn’t seem to make yourself care in that moment.
"Do you feel any better? The pain, did it subside with your orgasm?" Caracalla asked, finally dropping to your side and pulling you against his chest. "I could always give you another one if this one did not do the trick."
“I think I am fine for the moment,” you chuckled breathlessly, smiling against his warm chest. “Perhaps again later though?” you murmured, your eyes finding his.
"Certainly. I intend to keep you in here all night," Caracalla drawled, his smile turning soft.
“I like the sound of that,” you breathed, pressing a kiss to his chest and wrinkling your nose as his dusting of hair tickled you.
✘ w.c. 6.7k words
✘ chapter tags/warning(s). 18+ mdni, canon x oc pairing, unhealthy/obsessive relationships, alcohol/drug use, attempted assault/noncon, infidelity, age gap, pseudocest (others see them as familial, but they do not—however they do often refer to each other as such ironically), thigh riding, oral (m! receiving), dirty talk/light degredation
✘ divider credit(s). @/cafekitsune
✘ a/n. After rewatching Hoard recently, I've had terrible Michael brainrot, and Flor has been kind enough to indulge me in it; our rp's turning into this fic. 🧡 Also, neither of us are British, so hopefully the slang/cultural references are accurate 😅
✘ chapter summary. After a chance meeting and an instant infatuation, Michael comes to Win's aid, and the two grow even closer.
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"Oi, Michelle! It's me!" Win called as she stepped through the door and into the cramped hallway, kicking off her boots before going any further in her stockinged feet, knowing her godmum would have her hide if she tracked in any mud on her carpet. "Where’re yeh?" she asked, venturing down the hall to peer into the kitchen when she heard the clink of dishes and running water.
"Win, m'love!” Michelle cried, turning a bright smile on her goddaughter as she shut off the tap. Drying her hands as she stepped away from the sink, she slung the towel over her shoulder before pulling Win into a tight hug. “Oh, it's good t'see yeh!" she exclaimed, pulling back to look her over. “Everythin’ alright?” she asked quietly, fixing her with a pointed look.
“Yeah, m’fine,” Win assured her. “Just needed a break from home for a bit.”
“Aww, well, y’know you’re welcome here any time, love," she assured her and Win nodded.
“Oh! There's someone I want'cha to meet," she exclaimed, gesturing across the hall to the living room. A man in a patterned jumper lounged on the couch, his arm resting along the couch back as his leg bounced slightly. When they approached, he sat up, turning his large dark gaze on them.
"Winnie, this is Michael, he was one of my foster kids for a while when he was young. He's gunna be stayin' here for a bit while the council approves his housin' request," she explained.
"Hiya," Win said, nodding to him, a grin playing at her lips as she looked him over.
"Hey," Michael replied, glancing at her, his eyes trailing over her appreciatively. "Nice t’meet yeh. I've heard quite a bit about the famous Winrey," he said, pushing off the couch to shake her hand.
As he stood, Win’s brows rose, her gaze following him up to his full height—nearly a full head taller than her—his broad shoulders and sturdy form enough to practically dwarf her.
A charming grin spread across his face as if he saw something he liked as he looked down at her.
You've heard about me, huh?" Win asked, planting her hands on her hips, a grin of her own playing at her lips. "Good things, I hope?"
"Blimey, of course!" Michelle laughed, looking between the two of them. "You're basically one of mine, y'know? I’ve known yeh since you were a wee thing," she said fondly and Win had to swallow down the wave of affection that threatened to pull her under.
"Have a seat. I'm getting some cereal, you want some?" Michael offered, pulling his jumper over his head to drop on the couch behind him, revealing an old beat up tank top underneath and a small gold chain resting against his chest. "You could use some, you're almost disappearing on me, so tiny," he teased.
"Yeah, alright," Win replied, taking the spot Michael had just vacated, grinning slightly at how warm it still was. "Are you sayin' you're into big girls, then?" she teased, plucking at the holes in her tights. "More cushion for the pushin'?" she joked, avoiding Michelle's dish towel as it snapped at her arm, laughing as she was told to behave before Michelle headed back into the kitchen to finish the dishes.
"I can appreciate a bigger girl, but petite girls are just as nice," Michael mumbled as he poured two bowls of frosted flakes and milk. "You just seem so... fragile. Like you could use a good meal, y'know?"
"Like you could snap me in half if you tried?" Win asked, accepting the bowl of cereal and taking a bite, her eyes flicking up to his.
"Oh, trust me, this one's got an appetite on her, even if it don't look like it. Don't know where she puts it all!" Michelle called from the other room.
"It's a blessing," Win said with a shrug, slurping at the milk from the edge of the bowl.
"That it is, I used to be like that when I was younger... now the thirties are here, I can't even look at a crumpet without putting on an extra pound," Michael chuckled. "And don't get me started on the receding hairline... I'm gunna look like an old man soon enough," he sighed.
Win snorted, resting her spoon in her bowl to run her fingers shamelessly through Michael's slicked back curls. "Maybe a sexy old man," she teased. "I like your hair," she murmured.
Michael chuckled and averted his gaze. He couldn't help but feel his ego growing, what with such a pretty young thing being all flirty with him. It wasn’t like there was a line of suitors for a guy like him. At least not young pretty ones.
"Thanks, I like yours,” he replied, catching a lock of her dark green hair between his fingers. “Though you'd look nice with your natural color too," he added.
Win wrinkled her nose and took another bite of cereal. "My natural colour's proper boring though," she groaned. "I need to redye it, my roots are starting to show too much," she sighed, fixing her fringe and tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Nothing about you is boring, I can assure you that,” Michael said, shoving another bite of cereal into his mouth and quickly wiping the milk from his chin with the back of his hand.
Win grinned, drinking down the rest of her leftover milk. "Now that's high praise," she said, setting her bowl down on the coffee table. "I never want to be boring," she murmured, more to herself than him.
"You got plans tonight, Win, darling?" Michelle asked, leaning against the archway to the living room. "You staying for dinner?"
"Oh, not tonight, sorry Michelle. I'm going out with some mates," Win answered, craning her neck to glance at her apologetically.
"Too bad, I was hoping for a chance to put some more food in yeh," Micheal teased, pinching her side. "But you're right, you're young, you gotta go have fun with your friends."
Win let out a squeal and flinched away from his fingers. "I bet you were," she said, her lips twisting coyly as she poked him back. "If you're stayin' a while, I 'spect we'll have dinner together some time," she assured him, finding herself looking forward to it.
"I'll put it down on my schedule," Michael joked, smiling softly. "Don't make me wait too long, yeah?"
“I won’t,” Win assured him with a wink as she got up to take her bowl to the sink and run upstairs to drop her bag in the bedroom Michelle kept for her whenever she stayed. “I’ll see yeh both later!” she called, shoving her feet in her boots and slipping out the door.
“So, what d’yeh think?” Michelle asked, once she and Michael were alone again. “She’s a good one, huh?”
"She's a great one," Michael agreed, unable to keep his thoughts from following her out the door—it wasn't his fault she made him feel like he was about ten years younger, flirting with him like that. Though as much as he wished he could do something about it, he firmly reminded himself he was already in a relationship, with a baby on the way, no less.
…Which he had conveniently not mentioned.
The night was a blur of strobe lights, sweaty bodies, and driving house beats, and Win had lost count of how many drinks she’d had after taking her second hit of mandy.
“We need to find you a bloke to get your mind off Nathan,” Kelly exclaimed, offering her another beer.
“Yeah, a good lay’s exactly what you need,” Alisha agreed with a laugh, flashing a smile to a guy that passed, her eyes following him as he went. “On that note, I think I’ve got my eye on someone for me,” she said, jumping to her feet to join him on the dance floor without a backward glance.
“I think I might’ve found one already,” Win said to Kelly, practically having to shout to be heard over the music.
“Where’s ‘e at?” Kelly asked, looking around, her eyelids drooping heavily.
“Not here!” Win replied, but Kelly passed out before she could say more, slumping back in her seat. Win sighed and gulped down the rest of her beer, waving to one of their other mates to come look after Kelly while she went out for a smoke.
The music dulled as Win stepped outside the club, the graffitied door swinging shut heavily behind her. She was already placing a cigarette between her lips as she fumbled in her jacket pocket for her lighter, her head spinning dangerously, making staying upright difficult.
“Oh fuck, I’m off my tits,” she muttered, pressing a hand over her eyes as her stomach churned. “Shite—“ she swore before the contents of her stomach came up, splattering to the ground at her feet and over the scuffed toes of her boots.
“Fuck,” she groaned, wiping her lips with the back of her hand and wrinkling her nose when she realized she’d gotten some on her skirt. “I need t’get outta here,” she mumbled, wetting her lips and stumbling toward the phone booth nearby to call the first number she could think of.
Michelle probably wouldn’t be pleased to be awakened in the middle of the night, but there was no way she could call her dad in this state.
Holding the receiver to her ear, she listened to the line ring.
Michael was still up watching TV, munching on wotsits, his feet propped up on the coffee table in front of him. An insomniac his entire life, it’d only grown worse with the responsibility of fatherhood looming closer. Tossing another handful of crisps into his mouth, he gave a start when the phone rang in the hall. Jumping to his feet, he rushed to answer before it could ring again and wake Michelle.
"’Ello?" he asked hesitantly, like someone trying to avoid a landmine—no good news was ever delivered in the middle of the night over the telephone.
“You’re not Michelle—“ Win blurted without thinking. “Shit, I mean, Michael?” she asked, her words slurring together.
"Yeah... Win?" he asked, recognizing her voice after a moment. "You don’t sound so good, what happened? Are you alright?"
“I got sick… I’m too fucked up to go home,” Win admitted, closing her eyes and resting her cheek against the cool glass of the phone booth window. “I-I need a ride. Can you come get me?” she sighed. “…Please?” she asked quietly, her voice growing rather pitiful.
"Where are you? The pub next to the chemist and the ice cream shop?" Michael asked, already searching for the keys to Michelle's car, a sense of urgency gripping him. He wasn't gonna waste time asking—from the sound of Win’s voice, he knew time was of the essence. "Are you alone? Can you find a place to sit and wait for me?"
“No, we went to a club, I think it’s in like, an old warehouse or sommat,” Win said, trying to remember the address.
"I know where you mean, I used to go there too,” he muttered. “I'll be there in ten minutes, drink some water, yeah? Just water," Michael insisted before hanging up and shoving his feet in his shoes before rushing to the car.
Win sighed and hung up the phone, stumbling out of the booth to find somewhere to wait for him, like he’d said, though she didn’t know where she was gunna find any water. She felt like she was gunna be sick again, but a handful of approaching voices caught her attention.
“Oi there beautiful!”
“Ello ello, what d’we ‘ave ‘ere?”
“You look like you could use some company, doll.”
Though Win’s vision swam, she stood straighter and held her head high, lifting her chin in a show of confidence, not wanting to appear an easy target, though unease flooded her and she took a step back.
“Sorry boys, I’m waitin’ for someone. I’m sure there’re plenty of ladies for yeh inside,” she said, swallowing down the bile and dread that rose up her throat.
The three men shared a look and smirked, continuing to advance.
“Why don’t we keep you company while you wait?” the first one said, wearing a predatory grin that made Win’s blood go cold.
“No thanks, I’m good,” she protested, backing up slowly.
“Oh, I’m sure you are.”
“Just look at that mouth, bet it’s good for blowjobs,” the shortest bloke said, giggling as he nudged his mate’s arm.
“Yeah, she looks proper filthy. Like she knows how t’fuck,” the third one agreed, stalking closer. “What d’yeh know, doll, you got three holes and there’s three of us. Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t yeh?”
“Piss off!” Win yelled, fumbling in her bag for something to defend herself with. “I’m warnin’ you!”
But the leader only grinned wider, undeterred. “Get ‘er.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Win turned to run, a scream ripping from her lungs as they gave chase, their footfalls growing louder as they gained on her, their taunts cutting through the rush of blood in her ears.
Desperate to make it back to the club’s entrance, she was nearly to the door when a crack in the concrete caught her foot and she went sprawling forward, landing hard, skinning her palms and knee and tearing her tights. Before she could get back to her feet, they were on her.
“No! NO!” she cried, frantically trying to fight them off, but there were too many of them—hands grabbing at her limbs, forcing her down.
"OI! GET THE FUCK OFF HER! PISS OFF!"
Michael’s voice ripped through the air as he jumped from the car, sprinting toward her attackers—fear that he might be too late coursing through him, urging him on. His sudden arrival gave the three pause, and the smallest one started running, leaving his two mates to face Michael on their own.
Before they could react, he came in swinging, a blow to the jaw sending the leader reeling, loosening his hold on Win, who scrambled back, aiming a well placed kick to the other’s groin.
"She said no! Are you fucking deaf or somethin'?" Michael screamed, red in the face with rage. Hauling the leader to his feet by his collar, he gave him a shake.
“Maybe I should go take advantage of your mothers when they're drunk, huh! How'd you like someone fuckin’ you in the arse while you can't do nothin’?” he demanded, shoving him back into his mate who was still hunched over in pain, holding his balls. “Fuck off, y'cunts, y’better run! I see you again, I'll fuckin’ kill yeh!” he called after them as they stumbled away, not looking back.
"Hey, you okay? They hurt you?" he asked, helping Win to her feet and pulling her into his arms.
Win shook her head, too shocked to speak for a moment, and she instantly regretted it, her head starting to pound.
“You saved me,” she whispered hoarsely, clutching at Michael’s shirt, her heart still pounding hard in her ears and her vision swimming. “Fuck, I don’t feel well,” she mumbled, quickly turning away to throw up on the sidewalk, not wanting to be sick on him.
"It's alright, just let it out, you're safe now," Michael murmured, holding her hair out of her face as he rubbed her back soothingly. "It's probably good for you to sober up anyway. Did you take anything?" he demanded, his dark eyes wide with worry as they searched her pale face—the thought of her taking drugs twisting him up inside, his own trauma still very much an open wound he tried not to even look at.
Win wiped her mouth with her hand. “Uh—some E,” she admitted. “Think it’s wearin’ off though,” she muttered, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead to Michael’s chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming her. She could probably fall asleep right there if he let her.
“Can you take me back to Michelle’s? I don’t wanna go home like this,” she asked, peering up at him.
Taking a deep breath, he held his tongue. The last thing she needed was a lecture right then. "Yeah, c’mon," Michael murmured, helping her to the car. "Careful, it's Michelle's, if you feel sick again, tell me and I'll stop."
Win nodded and buckled in. “M’sorry. I didn’t wake you, did I?” she asked reluctantly as Michael drove, the dark streets slipping by like a blur.
"Nah, I was watching the telly, couldn't sleep," he murmured, driving carefully to avoid upsetting her stomach further.
“Good,” she breathed, relieved at least that she hadn’t woken him up. Looking down at her scraped knee, she winced. “Fuck—“ she hissed, and Michael glanced over, frowning.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yeah, stings,” she sighed, groaning softly. “I feel so gross. I probably look a right mess,” she muttered, wrinkling her nose at the dried vomit on her skirt.
"Nah, you look just as beautiful as y’did this afternoon, just a couple scratches, nothing major," Michael assured her and Win gave him a weary smile.
“You’re sweet,” she said, letting her head loll against the head rest. “Thank you,” she whispered.
"No need to thank me, I'm just tellin’ the truth,” he argued, pulling up to the front of the house. “C’mon, let’s get yeh cleaned up and I’ll have a look at those scrapes,” he said, shutting off the engine and leaving the windows rolled down slightly to air out the smell.
Win climbed out and nearly tripped stepping up the curb, catching herself just before falling face first into the grass. “Bollocks—“ she hissed, wiping her hands as she got unsteadily to her feet, Michael rounding the car to help her up.
"C’mere," he grunted, hoisting her up onto his back, and Win wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her cheek against his shoulder as he carried her to the door and up the stairs to the bathroom. There was something comforting about his scent—tobacco, hair gel, and some sort of cheap musky cologne, and she took a deep breath, breathing him in.
"Here we are,” he murmured, flipping on the bathroom light. “Gonna fill the tub for you.”
“Thanks,” Win murmured, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You sure I’m still attractive right now?” she asked wryly as he set her down atop the bathroom sink.
"Yeah, pretty damn sure," Michael laughed fondly as he messed with the tap to make the temperature perfect. "You just had a rough night, happens to everyone. But you're still incredibly attractive. You have nothing to worry about," he assured her, straightening.
Win huffed a soft laugh before sliding off the sink to dip her hand into the water and sigh. “Just perfect,” she murmured, turning to smile at Michael, strangely relieved that seeing her like that—plastered, scraped up, and disheveled—wasn’t a turn off.
Pulling her sequined top over her head, she dropped it to the floor and Michael quickly averted his eyes as she began to strip, unable to keep himself from stealing a glance as she climbed into the tub and sank into the water with a sigh.
“You gunna be alright if I leave you alone?” he asked, lingering by the door, half wishing she’d ask him to stay. “You’re not gunna pass out on me and drown or anything?”
“I’ll be okay,” Win assured him, craning her neck to look at him. “Promise. I won’t be long.”
"Alright. If you need anything, just call," Michael murmured, leaving a clean towel on the hanger for her before closing the door to give her some privacy, though he left it open just a crack.
For a moment, Win just laid there, letting her eyes slip shut as she let the warmth of the water seep into her, easing her sore muscles before she reached for the soap to scrub at her skin.
Once she was clean, she pulled the stopper and let the tub empty as she dried off with the towel Michael’d left her, wrapping it around her waist before opening the door and peering out, finding him sitting against the wall in the hallway, his eyes shut as he waited.
As soon as she stepped into the hall, Michael’s eyes snapped open and he pushed to his feet, his gaze flicking over her for a moment. "I got the first aid kit, c'mon," he said, taking her hand as they headed to the spare room Michelle kept for her. "Let's see the damage."
Win sat at the edge of the bed and Michael gently propped her foot up to get a better look at her knee, spraying the scraped area with some antiseptic spray before carefully applying a large plaster to her knee.
Win hissed at the sting, her eyes drifting up to watch Michael’s face as he worked. “Please don’t tell Michelle about this,” she murmured, biting her lip.
"I won't snitch," he assured her, shaking his head, fixing up her scraped up palms next before closing the little first aid box. "I'm glad you're okay, just... maybe don't go that far next time,” he murmured and Win nodded.
“Yeah…” she breathed, deciding to take her shot. “Maybe next time you’ll come with me and keep me out of trouble,” she said, a small grin curving her lips.
"Me? You want some rando in the club with you?" Michael teased, offering her one of his oversized shirts to sleep in. "I can come for sure, but–" I have a girlfriend. Something stopped him before mentioning Leah, the words dying on his tongue. " –But I'm not exactly cool,” he said instead.
“You’re totally cool,” Win exclaimed, her smile growing. She pulled his shirt over her head and let the towel slide to the floor, the hem just long enough to reach her thighs. “Sides, you’re not some rando,” she argued, leaning in to kiss him before she could stop herself—her already spontaneous nature further inhibited at the moment.
Instead of stopping her like he knew he should, he kissed her back, and his guilt vanished just as quickly as it came.
"What was that for?" he chuckled, a little flustered, unused to getting that sort of attention. "Are you still drunk?”
Win shrugged, her face still flushed from the bath. “Maybe a little,” she admitted. “I just wanted to kiss you. Your lips looked so soft,” she murmured, her own lips tingling, wanting more, but as she leaned back in, Michael pulled back slightly, even if he wanted more than anything to push her down to the bed and kiss her deeper.
"That was nice, it really was,” he assured her, pressing his forehead to hers. “But maybe we should wait till you're sober,” he murmured reluctantly. “I don't wanna be the bloke takin’ advantage of a drunk girl," he huffed ruefully, caressing her cheek with his knuckles.
Win leaned into his touch, her lashes fluttering softly. “You’re a good guy, Michael,” she whispered, turning her face to kiss his hand. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” she murmured, crawling under the covers.
"I can't wait." Michael tucked her in and pressed a soft kiss to her brow. "Sleep tight, beautiful. I'll leave some water and paracetamol here for tomorrow."
As soon as he shut the door behind him, Win pressed her face into her pillow to hide her smile, her chest aching with how happy she was. Even her scare from earlier was practically forgotten, washed away by Michael’s large dark eyes and soft lips.
The next morning, Win’s head throbbed as if it’d been split open, and her entire body ached.
“Oh shit,” she groaned, rubbing at her eyes, her mouth feeling like cotton. Pushing herself up, she gladly took the pain meds Michael’d left and gulped them down with the glass of water. Pulling on some shorts and stumbling to the bathroom, she washed her face before slowly making her way downstairs, the smell of bacon and eggs both turning her stomach and making it growl.
"Mornin'! How's the head doing?" Michael asked as he cooked a proper, if clumsy, breakfast for them. "Michelle left for work already, I got us some fresh bread from the bakery. Think you can stomach some eggs and bacon?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.
Win groaned softly and plopped down at the tiny kitchen table. “I think so. Though I can’t tell if I’m hungry, or if I wanna hurl,” she said, pouring herself some tea. “D’yeh have t’work today?” she asked, watching him.
"No, not today,” Michael answered, setting a plate in front of her. "Try eating some, it'll do you good; fatty foods and carbs, great for hangovers," he insisted, sitting down across from her.
Win nodded and took a few tentative bites, eating slowly, but it did seem to be helping.
“Got any plans?” she probed, hoping he might want to spend some of his time off with her, even if it was just laying around watching telly while she recovered.
"No, nothin’ big." Michael made himself a sandwich, scooping some of the eggs between his toast along with several strips of bacon, and took a big bite, licking the crumbs from his fingers after. "I thought I'd stay with you and nurse you back to health," he joked.
He carefully didn't mention the kiss, unsure if she even remembered, and more than a little nervous to find out, in any case.
Win swung her legs under the table and smiled into her cup. “Good, I was hoping you’d say that,” she said, lifting her face to grin at him, her gaze drifting to his mouth.
Ever since she’d stolen that kiss the night before, she’d been wanting to do it again—to feel his strong arms around her and to taste him. He’d seemed to enjoy it last night, but now that she’d sobered up, she was a little worried he might think her a slag.
"What d'you like to watch? You look like the type to binge sketch comedies," Michael teased, chuckling. "Or maybe those cheesy sit-coms, I like those."
“Oh definitely, I love cheeky humour,” Win laughed. “Stuff like Monty Python or Whose Line.”
“Knew it,” Michael snorted.
“Berk,” she scoffed, giving him a playful shove before plopping back in her chair and taking a bite of bacon.
"Come on, let's finish this on the couch," Michael suggested, grabbing his plate so they could finish eating while watching something, giving him an excuse to sit a little closer.
“Alright,” Win murmured, carrying her plate and cuppa to the coffee table in the middle of the tiny living room and taking a seat on the couch next to Michael, close enough that her thigh pressed against his as he spread out, turning on the telly and finding the perfect channel.
"That's better," he murmured, taking a bite of his makeshift breakfast sandwich. "So uh, do you remember much about last night? It was quite rough on yeh."
Win took a bite of eggs and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “Yeah, I’m definitely feelin' it today,” she sighed. “But I’m pretty sure I remember everythin’ that happened,” she said, arching a brow at him, knowing what he was getting at.
"You sort of... kissed me. Was that–was that something you wanted to do? Or was it just the booze?" Michael asked, not knowing which answer would be better, though he definitely knew which one he wanted to hear.
“I wanted to,” Win answered simply, her eyes finding his. “I like you, Mick.”
He wanted to tell her–tell her he had some business to take care of before they could explore this, but he couldn't, the words sticking in his throat.
"I like you too," he murmured, setting his empty plate aside and wrapping an arm around her, pulling her closer.
Win smiled to herself as she leaned into Michael’s side, resting her head against his shoulder and getting comfortable.
“You’re warm,” she murmured. “It’s nice.”
"It does feel nice..." Michael mused, kissing the top of her head. "We just can't let Michelle know ‘bout this, she wouldn't like it. She'd say we’re like brother and sister or somethin’."
Win nodded, not giving it a second thought. “Yeah, I can see that,” she said, her lips quirking at the thought. “Is it fucked that that’s kinda hot?” she joked.
"Naughty naughty girl!" Michael laughed, the twisted part of him also finding it sexy. "I'd never judge yeh, whatever gets you off," he teased.
“You thinkin’ about what gets me off?” Win gasped playfully, poking him in the side. “You’re a dirty boy, Michael!”
"You started it! You're the one who said it was hot! Bet you'll be th’one saying ‘what you doing step-bruv?’ all teasingly just t’get me riled," Michael laughed, poking her back.
Win laughed and got up on her knees to tickle his sides. “Yeah? What is it you like step-bruv?” she teased.
"I like whatever, I'm not fussy," he squealed, turning into a complete mess when tickled. "I like... messy!" he admitted, trying to fend her off.
“Messy, huh?” she mused, her grin growing feral as she crawled into his lap, her fingers unrelenting. “Messy’s hot,” she murmured, watching him squirm.
"I'm gunna piss myself!" Michael screeched, catching her wrists and holding them above her head. "You're just a tiny little thing, can't fight back huh?" he taunted breathlessly.
“Maybe I like that,” Win said, wearing a defiant grin, her stormy eyes flashing. Excitement seared through her as soon as his large hands wrapped around her wrists, easily overpowering her, and her chest heaved as with anticipation.
Without a second thought, Michael surged forward and kissed her, his hands still firmly holding her wrists while his thick thigh slipped between her legs, giving a teasing bounce and Win gasped, kissing him back fervently as heat flooded her.
Rolling her hips, she moaned shamelessly into his mouth, her body shuddering as she ground against his thigh.
"Is this what you want?" Michael asked, releasing his hold on her, his hands coming to rest at her waist. "D’yeh like me, or just the idea of some older guy who worships you?" he breathed—something inside making him feel like she got off on the fact that he knew she was out of his league.
Win frowned. “Is that what you think of me?” she whispered, taking his face in her hands, her gaze searching for something before looking deep into his large brown eyes—a deep sadness hidden in their depths.
“Maybe I wanna worship you. Maybe I wanna give you everything you want,” she breathed.
"I-I'm proper fucked up, Winnie, I don't... I can't really offer you th’best life. I work with rubbish all day, I'm not fit, and not really all that handsome," Michael murmured with a huff. "I can be warm, I can give you love, I can try. That's all I can do really."
Win could feel the beginning of tears start to well in her eyes.
“You think I’m not fucked up?” she asked, her voice trembling. “I get wasted and high just to feel something. I act out and get into trouble just to be seen,” she exclaimed, her breath coming faster as her tears slowly spilled over.
“Are y’kidding me? Michael, you are proper handsome,” she continued, the words spilling out of her like her tears. “I don’t care that you work with rubbish, I work at a chippy for chrissake! Just cause my family has money doesn’t mean I want any of that. I was happiest when I lived here, in this neighborhood, with hardly anythin’ ,” she insisted, her chest aching, desperate for him to believe her.
"I never said that because I think you're some ice queen who would use me, I'm saying it because I think you deserve the whole world," Michael exclaimed, staring into her eyes, his own eyes stinging with unshed tears. "And I know a bloke like me can only give you so much, but I can love you when the time comes, I can hold you. If that’s what makes you happy, I'd do anything. If you asked me to chew on glass, I would!”
“I would never ask you to do that,” Win said, letting out a teary chuckle. “I don’t need much,” she murmured, kissing his eyelids, her thumbs brushing the dampness from his cheeks. “I just want you,” she whispered.
"I want you too," Michael whispered, kissing her cheeks, her neck, her chest, her shoulders. "Don't cry, I never wanna see you crying," he insisted, wiping away her tears.
“Not even if you fuck me so good I can’t help but cry?” she teased, pushing her fingers through his slicked back curls, a grin cracking her expression.
"If that ever happens, I'm holding you close and wiping your tears, gonna take care of you. I promise," Michael murmured, heart tight in his chest.
“You’re sweet,” Win breathed, kissing him softly, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. “I wanna take care of you too,” she murmured, her lips moving to his jaw and down to his neck, her teeth grazing his pulse point.
"Careful, you're gonna get me riled up," Michael warned, caressing her thigh gently, giving it a squeeze. "I never had someone take care of me, and me alone,” he admitted.
“Really?” Win asked, taken aback. “I think you’re overdue then,” she purred, drawing his earlobe between her teeth before sliding out of his lap to kneel between his legs before him on the floor, her eyes flicking up to his as she tugged the waistband of his shorts down. “Let me take care of you, Michael,” she drawled, biting her lip.
"Oh fuck... just like that?" he gasped, surprised, though he wasn’t about to make her stop. He certainly wasn't used to such enthusiasm from his partner when it came to sex.
Already half hard from their little playfight, seeing her like that—on her knees for him—only made it worse. "You're a fuckin’ angel," he breathed.
Win’s lips curved proudly before she leaned forward to kiss his trapped length through his cotton briefs, nuzzling his bulge as he breathed in the scent of him. Slipping her fingers beneath the elastic of his underwear, she slowly peeled it down, releasing his hardening cock, the sight of it falling heavily against his stomach making her moan, her cunt drooling nearly as much as her mouth.
“Fuck, look at the size of yeh,” she groaned, pressing her thighs together against insistent throb radiating through her.
"Yeah well... I didn't think it was too big," Michael chuckled, trying to contain his pride. "You could ride it if you wanted. I've got a condom in my jacket pocket by the door. Anything you want really, anythin’ with you."
Win shook her head, her eyes flicking back up to his face. “As much as I would love that, I meant what I said. This is about you right now, love,” she said, licking a broad stripe up the bottom of his length, from his base to his head, her tongue tracing his thick vein before circling his head and flicking over his slit.
"You really do wanna take care of me..." Michael marveled, caressing her hair with a soft moan before gathering it in a make-shift ponytail in his fist. "Go on then, wanna fill this pretty mouth of yours, make you mine completely. This cock is all yours, pretty girl."
“I like the sound of that,” Win murmured, pursing her lips to spit, watching her saliva slowly roll down his head before wrapping her hand around him and spreading it along his length as she lazily stroked him, twisting her wrist slightly each time her hand reached his cheery red tip, while her lips moved lower, mouthing at his balls, her tongue caressing his heavy sack with a moan.
"Fuckin' filthy girl," Michael moaned, shamelessly showing her how much he was enjoying her treatment. He gently guided her head to keep her closer. "You really know what you're doing, huh? Your mouth was made for me to kiss and fuck, wasn't it? Keep going, just like that," he breathed.
“Mhmm,” Win hummed, mewling as she sucked at his balls, enjoying the sight of his face in the grip of pleasure. Guiding his weeping head back to her mouth, she wrapped her lips around his girth and took him in, sinking down his length till his tip hit the back of her throat and she moaned, squeezing his base while her free hand returned to his sack, massaging him gently as she began to bob her head, hollowing out her cheeks to suck.
"Good girl, fuckin' 'ell..." Michael grunted, bucking his hips involuntarily—he could feel his cock throbbing, his pleasure growing steadily from his gut and taking over his whole body. "You're takin’ it so well, princess, you're such a good little slag, cute little fuck toy..."
A shudder ran through Win at Michael’s filthy words and she moaned shamelessly, so turned on it was almost painful—her cunt clenching desperately around nothing, her slick soaking through her knickers and the crotch of her cotton shorts.
Peering up at him through her lashes, as she let him fuck her mouth, begging him to cum with her eyes, wanting him to fill her mouth and throat.
"I'm close, that alright? Hmm?" Michael confirmed, feeling his orgasm approaching way too quickly. He could barely hold back as Win gave his thigh a squeeze to assure him she was ready. "Alright, gunna fill this pretty mouth... fuck, Winnie!"
Unable to hold on any longer, he let go, his cum spurting out in thick hot ropes while his whole body went rigid before relaxing in a daze of pleasure.
Win moaned as he filled her mouth, his seed salty and somewhat tangy on her tongue, but she didn’t swallow right away—instead, opening her mouth for him to see the mess he’d made before finally swallowing it down and licking her lips.
“You look like you enjoyed yourself,” she teased as she tucked his cock back into his shorts and crawled into his lap to press a chaste kiss to his jaw.
"I did, can't remember the last time I got a nosh, let alone one like that," Michael sighed; he felt like jelly all over after how hard she made him cum.
Despite feeling quite weak, he wrapped his arms around her and brought her closer to his chest, pressing soft kisses to her forehead.
A proud smile played at Win’s swollen lips and she tucked her face into the crook of his neck.
“Well y’better get used to it, baby,” she murmured, contentment thick in her chest. “You looked so hot when you came,” she added with a soft laugh. She wanted to stay there the rest of the evening, wrapped up in his arms, but the sound of the front door unlocking pricked her ears and she swore under her breath as she scrambled out of Michael’s lap to sit next to him innocently.
"Oh, Win!" Michelle exclaimed with a big smile when she saw her there. "So nice to see you here! You're staying for dinner tonight?"
"Yeah, she promised me," Michael said, winking at Win.
“Yeah, I think I’ll be around a lot more,” she added, giving Michael a discrete pinch. “Hope that’s okay.”
“Course it is, you’re always welcome here, you know that!” Michelle exclaimed. “I’m so glad you and Michael are gettin’ along,” she said, heading to the kitchen to put away some groceries she’d brought.
"Oh yeah, we're growing really close," Michael suppressed a laugh. "We were just having a bit of a workout, it was... great."
Win fought back a grin as she smacked his arm. “You wanker,” she muttered fondly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me for a moment, there’s something I need to take care of,” she said, giving Michael a pointed look as she got up from the couch, glancing at him over her shoulder as she headed for the stairs.
Brought together under the same roof—Win, by choice, and Michael, by circumstance—an instant spark of attraction quickly grows into something deeper and far more insatiable, blurring the lines between love and obsession. Messy and deeply broken, the two seek comfort in each other, indulging each other’s twisted fantasies while desperately trying to mend the frayed edges of their lives. But when Michael’s deceit finally crumbles around him, he nearly loses the one thing truly holding him together.
A story of love and forgiveness, of recognizing all the ugly parts of someone and choosing to love them anyway.
series tags/warnings. 18+ mdni, canon x oc pairing, unhealthy/obsessive relationships, alcohol/drug use, attempted assault/noncon, infidelity, pseudocest (others see them as familial, but they do not—however they do often refer to each other as such ironically), thigh riding, oral sex (m & f receiving), piv sex, public sex, panty sniffing, bathroom sex, fingering (f!receiving), messy sex, cumplay, food play, spitting, spanking, talk of pregnancy, talk of death/loss/grief, probably some cultural inaccuracies, more tags to be added
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✘ w.c. 1.6k words
✘ tags/warning(s). 18+ mdni, canon/f!oc, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving), unprotected piv sex
✘ a/n. co-written with @super-unpredictable98 for @fredhechingerfrenzy’s Simon Kalivoda Month for the Prompt - Employee of the Month. I know it's technically a bit late, but it's still Simon month, so it counts lol.
✘ divider credit. @/cafekitsune
✘ summary. Win comes to visit Simon at work and congratulates him for getting employee of the month, again.
The familiar chime and whoosh of the automatic doors accompanied Win as she walked into the Grab & Go, and she ignored the bored “welcome” that was called her way as she passed the lone checkout girl, flipping through a magazine at the register.
Passing the wall of framed Employee of the Month photos on her way to find her boyfriend, she stopped short to snort in amusement at the fact that they were all the same photo of Simon, when she noticed a new frame was added for the past month—Simon again.
“Hey Si, where are you?” she called, peering down each aisle as she passed. At this time of night, he was usually stocking shelves. “Siiiimon!” she called again, a grin playing at the corner of her lips.
"Heeey!" Simon responded from the candy aisle. He stuck his head over the shelf, climbing on top of his stepstool. "C’mere, I missed you!" he cried.
“I missed you too,” Win exclaimed, rounding the aisle to embrace him, pressing her face to his chest and breathing in his scent. “How’s work been?” she asked, pulling back to peer up at him.
"Oh y’know, boring, but hey... seems like I'm good at it," Simon said, pointing proudly at the Employee of the Month wall. He knew it was mostly due to the other employees being even more of a disaster than him, but it was still a win.
Win glanced at the wall and grinned. “I saw! I’m proud of you,” she exclaimed, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
Simon beamed, squeezing her tighter. Though he liked to pretend otherwise, it did make him feel pretty good about himself to be employee of the month at some shitty grocery store. "So, how was your day, babycakes?" he asked.
“Okay, not much to report,” Win sighed. “This has been the highlight of my day,” she admitted, grinning at him.
"Well it's about to get a whole lot better," Simon teased, dipping her low for a dramatic kiss. "Isn't this the most romantic aisle for a kiss?"
Win laughed, melting against him. “Oh the most romantic,” she agreed sarcastically. “But really—I like kissing you anywhere,” she teased, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as he righted her. “You’re not busy right now, are you?” she asked, an idea forming in her mind.
"Nope, just finished stocking these, so I could take a smoke break... if I smoked," Simon brushed his nose against her cheek. "Why? You have anything in mind?"
“Well…” Win mused, an impish grin twisting her lips. “I was thinking maybe we could sneak to the back room and I could congratulate you properly, mister Employee of the Month,” she purred in his ear.
"Hmm a proper celebration for such an exemplary employee," Simon smirked. "Yeah, let's go, there's a supply closet we can use." He took her hand and looked around, trying to walk casually, as if they weren't looking for a little place to fuck.
Win bit her lip as she followed him, glancing around to make sure no one saw them, though the store was pretty much deserted at that time of night. "Sounds hot," she giggled.
"You're hot," Simon whispered, pushing through the double doors to the back room and pulling Win into the supply closet. As soon as the door shut behind them, his lips were on hers.
Moaning softly into his mouth, Win kissed him back eagerly, her hands trailing down his chest to undo his belt and pants as her tongue explored his mouth.
"Your boss isn't gunna come looking for you, is he?" she asked, reaching into his unbuttoned jeans to palm his hardening erection over his boxers.
"If he does, he's gonna get one hell of a show," Simon joked, but shook his head noticing her unease. "Don't worry, no one's coming."
For good measure, he locked the door while they shared another kiss.
"Good, cause I don't want an audience for what I'm gunna do to you," Win murmured against his lips before sinking to her knees and freeing his cock.
"Oooh, that's what you have in mind, huh? Okay, bring it on..." Simon chuckled, already getting hard—it was hard not to when his girl came in all hot and heavy like that.
"Mhmm," Win hummed, running her tongue up the underside of his length and over his slit before taking him into her mouth with a moan.
"Oh fuck, baby," Simon hissed, trying to keep his voice down. He took a fistful of her hair, gently guiding her. "That's right, just like that," he drawled.
Win moaned as she took him all the way into her mouth, her lips gliding along his length until her nose was buried in the thick patch of blonde hair at his base. Squeezing his thigh, she peered up at him through her lashes before beginning to bob her head, wrapping her other hand around his base.
Pressing his fist to his mouth in an attempt to contain his moans, Simon’s head rolled back, bumping the shelf and knocking over several bottles of cleaning products, though at that point, neither of them cared much.
"Good girl... you wanna swallow or you want me to cum inside this tight little pussy?" he breathed, his voice strained.
Win pulled her mouth from Simon's cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. "Want you to finish inside me," she answered, smirking up at him.
"Come here then, you pretty little fuck toy," Simon growled, pressing her against the wall, and pushing her skirt up to tug her panties to the side. "Now beg real nice for me."
"Mmmm please Si–" Win whined, biting her lip as she tugged at his t-shirt. "Need your cock so bad, I'm so fuckin' wet for you," she breathed.
"I can feel that," he groaned, sliding two fingers into her before guiding his cock to her slick folds. "M’gonna fill you up like a fucking twinkie."
Win snorted, wrapping her arms around Simon's shoulders. "That's some colourful imagery, babe," she giggled, her laughter melting into a moan as he pushed into her. "Oh fuck, Si–"
"You love it though," he whispered in her ear while leaving a wet trail of kisses along her neck. His fingers dug into her thighs as he thrust deeper. "You look so pretty like this."
"I love you," Win replied, pressing her forehead to his as he fucked her against the wall, her fingers burying in his blonde hair. "This is so hot—you're so hot," she moaned.
"You're even hotter," he breathed, moving faster, losing himself in his pleasure. "I love you so much, wanna make you cum really hard so you won’t be able to walk right."
"Fuck yeah, Si, fuck me like you mean it," Win whined, her chest heaving as she clenched around him, heat radiating through her, the tingle in her stomach spreading outward.
"I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm so close," he gasped pinning her wrists above her head and trapping her in that position while he fucked her into the wall.
"Oh God! I'm almost there, Si, I'm so close–" Win gasped, focusing on the way his cock dragged against her g-spot. "I'm– oh, fuckfuckfuck fuckkkk–!" she cried, biting her lip to stifle herself as she tensed, her head falling back against the wall behind her with a thunk.
"Sexy little bitch," Simon groaned, burying himself deeper and deeper until he couldn't hold back and filled her, painting her walls with his seed. "Fuck, Winnie..."
“Fuck, Si—“ Win echoed, wrapping her arms around his neck as soon as he released them. “You’re so perfect,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his parted lips.
"I try... but, you're the perfect one. I'm just the luckiest idiot to have a girlfriend like you," Simon murmured, holding her tenderly this time, caressing the back of her head.
"You're not an idiot," Win protested, shaking her head slightly. "You're smarter than you give yourself credit for, and a really hard worker," she murmured, giving him a pointed look.
"I work hard cause it's pretty much my only option. I gotta make it out of here sometime," Simon huffed softly, zipping his jeans back up with a small smirk. " I know a bit of chemistry, but that's about it."
"You will. We'll get out of here together," Win assured him, fixing her skirt and running her fingers through his hair to make him presentable. "And maybe you can study chemistry in college. Though I know you don't need any help with our chemistry," she teased, pulling him in for one last kiss.
"If I become a pharmacist or some shit... it'll be the most ironic twist of fate ever," Simon snorted, grinning at her. "Can you imagine me in a lab coat and glasses, all scientific and shit?"
"Mmm, I think that'd be hot," Win replied. "Very sexy," she decided with a nod.
"What if I just skip college and steal a lab jacket if you wanna see me in one so bad," Simon whispered.
“You dork,” Win huffed, shaking her head fondly. “I’m not letting you skip college though,” she insisted, nuzzling her nose against his.
"Ah, you're right, I gotta give you a good future," he said with a wink, unlocking the door and looking around before stepping out.
Win followed him, letting out a sigh of relief when there was no one waiting outside to bust them.
“Hey, it’s not all on you, we’re a team, remember? We’ll make our future great together,” she reminded him, giving his hand a squeeze. “Now I suppose I better let you get back to work, Employee of the Month.”
“If you must,” Simon sighed. “You better be waiting for me when I get off,” he exclaimed, slipping a chocolate bar from the shelf into her pocket.
✘ w.c. 5.3k words
✘ chapter tags/warning(s). 18+ mdni, canon x oc pairing, unhealthy/obsessive relationships, infidelity, age gap, pseudocest (others see them as familial, but they do not—however they do often refer to each other as such ironically), secret relationship, public sex, dirty talk/degredation, panty sniffing
✘ divider credit(s). @/chrisssiren + @/cafekitsune
✘ a/n. I know I'm supposed to be working on Dum Spiro, Spero, but I'm finding it a bit difficult getting back into the groove, so I figured I would at least edit this chapter to share, since we have several chapters already written.
✘ chapter summary. After their steamy moment earlier, Win and Michael have to make it through dinner and wait for Michelle's guests to leave before they can give into their desires again.
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Later that evening after a wank and a shower, Win returned downstairs to find Michael helping Michelle in the kitchen.
“Ooh, that smells good,” she exclaimed, leaning through the door frame to the kitchen to sniff the air. “Smells like shepard’s pie?” she asked.
"Sure is!" Michelle nodded with a smile. "My special one, with peas, carrots, and corn. I know how much you like it."
"I'm on garlic bread duty," Michael said, offering her a piece. He held it up to her lips so she could take a bite. "It's my secret recipe."
“Secret, eh?” Win asked, smirking as she leaned in to take a bite. “Tastes like regular garlic bread to me,” she said wryly. “What’s the secret ingredient, then?”
"The secret is love... and a hair from the potato sack," he teased.
“It’s an old joke I heard once as a kid,” he explained at the disgusted look on Win’s face. "So, there was this fella at a restaurant who found a little strand on his food, and when he told the waiter, the waiter said, ‘it's just a hair from the potato sack’. So th’man kept eatin’, cause it was really good, and when he finished, he wanted to compliment the cook, so the waiter told ‘im, ‘alright, I'll tell the potato he did a good job’."
“So I should be thanking the potato?” Win snorted, giving him a small shove.
"Yeah, Chef Potato and his sack," Michael snickered, giving her a tickle. "Help me get the table set, Winnie?" he asked, discreetly pinching her ass.
Win let out a small squeal and poked him in the side before she moved to set out the silverware and dishes.
“Look at you two, like a couple of siblings,” Michelle joked and Win had to cover her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“Oh, by the way, Sam and the girls are coming over after dinner,” Michelle added, oblivious to the shenanigans happening behind her.
“Oh, lovely,” Win replied, making a face as she turned away. Though she got on with them well enough, she couldn’t help but find them a bit grating for long periods, especially Sam’s daughters.
“Fair warning, Holly and Ellie’ll probably hit on you,” she murmured to Michael. “A fine piece of meat like you—“ she trailed off, winking at him.
"I'm more than just a piece of meat!" Michael exclaimed, placing a hand on his chest and feigning offense with a dramatic gasp. "They can hit on me all they want, I already got my hands full," he whispered back.
"Dinner is ready," Michelle called and came through with a huge platter. "Get us the juice, will you, Michel?"
"On it!"
Win grinned, her stomach fluttering like she was some teenager with a crush. Taking her spot at the table, she thanked Michael as he splashed some apple juice in her cup.
“I missed havin’ home cooked meals,” she murmured, scooping some shepard’s pie onto her plate. “I’m usually just getting somethin’ from work, or Karen gets some sort of posh takeout,” she murmured.
"Where d’you work?" Michael asked, scooping some food onto his plate as well and getting half a loaf of garlic bread to go with it.
“The chippy down near the flyover,” Win answered, taking a bite of garlic bread. “I was tryin’ to get a bartendin’ gig, but no one’s hirin’ right now,” she sighed.
"Oh, I know that place, it’s pretty good," Michael murmured with a smile, trying to make her feel better about it even though it wasn't the job she wanted. "You get any discount for family and friends?" he asked, half joking.
Win wrinkled her nose. “Only when the manager’s not there,” she said, a mischievous grin playing at her lips.
“Winnie!” Michelle gasped, though the amusement in her voice ruined the admonishment.
"I'll make sure to come by then to get my work lunch. The battered sausages there are so good, love the kidney pie too," Michael hummed. "And I bet you look adorable in your little uniform," he teased.
“Guess you’ll hafta find out, won’tcha?” Win said, taking a bite of mince and potatoes. “Do you wear a uniform for work?” she asked curiously.
"Gloves and a pair of coveralls," Michael explained around a mouthful of food.
“Love a man in coveralls,” Win mused, tilting her head, a cheeky grin tugging at her lips. “Specially when they’re half down and tied at the waist,” she added with a sigh.
“Sounds like you got a weakness for blue collar men," Michael smirked, taking a sip of his juice.
Guilty,” Win said, grinning into her glass.
“Long as they’re not orange coveralls,” Michelle said pointedly, arching an eyebrow at Win.
“Oh no, I’m done with young offenders,” Win assured her, her lips twisting as if her juice had gone sour.
"Oh? You... you had a fling with a young offender?" Michael asked, trying to sound casual, even if the thought twisted his insides. He could only imagine this asshole hurting her or dragging her down into whatever mess he’d made. There was also jealousy, though he knew he had no right to feel jealous given his own situation.
“Uh, yeah…” Win murmured, shame filling her at the look in Michael’s eyes. “We were doin’ community service together,” she admitted.
Michelle reached over to give Win’s hand a squeeze. “Yeah, but you’re past that now. You did your time and I’m proud of yeh,” she said, though Win wanted to crawl under a rock rather than face the disappointment on Michael’s face.
"Everyone makes mistakes," Michael mumbled, looking down at his plate. "Sorry, hope you don't mind me asking, but... what did yeh do?"
Win chewed at her lip, giving a half shrug. “Took my stepmum’s car for a bit of a joyride and sort of… crashed it… on purpose,” she admitted, moving her food around on her plate, waiting to see his reaction, afraid he’d change his mind about her—that he’d think she was too much trouble.
If they were alone, she could speak freer.
"Oh, that's not bad. I mean, it's not good," Michael chuckled, meeting her gaze. "But it's nothin’ too serious, it's not drugs at least…" he added, his voice dropping.
Win shook her head, the block of ice that had dropped to the pit of her stomach melting somewhat in relief. “Nah, I was just… angry,” she explained.
“Why don’t we talk about something else, hey?” Michelle exclaimed, trying to lighten the subject. Wiping her mouth on her napkin, she turned to Michael. “How’s Leah doin’? She’s pretty far along now, ain’t she?” she asked.
"Huh?" Michael nearly choked at the question; he’d been doing his best to forget Leah even existed while in Win’s presence. Now his guilt came back tenfold, and he felt like the worst excuse for a man in the world. "Uh, she is. Six months already. She wants to do one of those gender reveal things. I dunno, seems silly," he mumbled.
Win only half listened, tuning out when she didn’t recognize the topic of conversation. Before she could ask who they were talking about, a knock sounded at the door before it opened to admit Michelle’s friend Sam and her daughters.
“Oi! Come on in, you lot!” Michelle exclaimed delightedly. “We’re just finishin’ up dinner. You want any?”
“Oh no, we ate before we came,” Sam assured her, stepping into the kitchen. “Hullo Winnie, love! Who’s this then? This Michael?” she asked and Holly and Ellie peered past her curiously, openly eyeing him before whispering to each other.
"Hey," Michael replied, finishing off his plate and getting up to give Sam a hug.
“All grown up now, can’t believe it’s been that long,” Michelle said, beaming at him.
“Oh my goodness! D’you remember me? Probably not, you were just a little thing then,” Sam exclaimed.
“Yeah, he woulda been about twelve when I had him, only about five months though, his older brother wanted him, bless ‘im,” Michelle sighed.
"Yeah, he took me in," Michael murmured softly—not exactly a man of many words, at least not until he was more comfortable around someone. “He’s movin’ abroad now. Got a family of his own.”
“Hiya,” Holly and Ellie said almost in unison, twin smirks curving their lips, and Win rolled her eyes, a small flash of jealousy flaring through her.
"Ello..." he replied, flashing a polite smile, but careful not to give any lingering glances. He was already knee deep in trouble and didn’t care to make it worse.
“We can clean up dinner, if you wanna go watch telly,” Win offered, mostly to get them out of the way.
“You sure?” Michelle asked.
“Yeah, course,” Win assured her.
“Alright then. Thanks, love.” Michelle got up to follow the others across the hall to the living room and soon the telly clicked on.
Holly and Ellie took the loveseat, allowing them a line of sight to the kitchen where their eyes kept drifting, glancing at Michael.
“Told ya,” Win said under her breath, picking up the dishes to put in the sink.
"They can try all they want, like I said," Michael whispered, standing there to wash the dishes. "Can you get the leftovers in the fridge, please?"
He could feel the girls’ eyes on him, but he chose to be blissfully oblivious about it, keeping his gaze down on the sink. "About that young offender thing… I really don't care, y'know?" he mumbled, glancing back at Win, who merely nodded, covering the dish with some tin before putting it in the fridge.
“I told yeh I was fucked up,” she murmured, hopping up on top of the counter next to him. “I’m glad you’re not bothered though. I just kinda lost it that day. My stepmum treats me like dirt and my dad doesn’t say nothin’ to her, too afraid of rilin’ her, and I just snapped,” she explained.
"I understand. I was just scared it mighta been drug related. I... I was a crack baby," Michael murmured, a little embarrassed of his own story. "Still kinda touchy bout that stuff, but you don't gotta worry."
“Oh—“ Win breathed. “M’sorry, I had no idea,” she exclaimed, kicking herself for the other night. “I’ve never done anything heavier than ecstasy and only ever at the club,” she murmured, looking down at the plaster on her knee. “I won’t do it anymore,” she assured him. “I don’t wanna worry you.”
"That means a lot," Michael breathed, smiling to himself as he scrubbed the dishes with the sponge. "I wouldn't wanna lose you to that fuckin' filth. The occasional cig is the most I'll ever do. I know it's bad for me, but life’s heavy; we need something like that sometimes."
Win laughed. “I was actually gonna ask if you fancied a smoke after this,” she said, shooting a look at Holly and Ellie as she caught them staring.
"Yeah, sounds good," Michael chuckled. "I can see you losin' your bloody mind there with them starin’ an’ all. You’re so cute when you're jealous," he teased, looking over his shoulder at her.
“Oh? Like you were jealous earlier when my tosser of an ex was brought up?” she pointed out, her eyes dancing impishly.
"Kinda, yeah. Don't much like the idea of some criminal knob getting to date this amazin’ girl. My girl," Michael growled quietly. "He can fuck off an’ all."
A shiver ran through Win at Michael’s words. “You’re rather sexy when you’re all possessive like,” she murmured, leaning in closer to whisper it in his ear before sliding off the counter to roll them a cigarette, pulling out the bag of loose tobacco from the cupboard and pinching some into a sheet of rolling paper.
“Though, to call him a criminal is a bit of a stretch,” she laughed, licking the paper before rolling it shut. “He stole pick’n’mix and made a scene at the bowling alley,” she snorted.
"That is pretty pathetic, not gonna lie," Michael laughed, following her out to the backyard. "I was imaginin’ someone more dangerous. I'm not so jealous anymore. Some little twat that stole candy? Come on..." he scoffed.
Win laughed, climbing up onto the trampoline. “Thought that might make you feel better,” she said, patting the spot next to her.
"It definitely does." Michael climbed up too, a little less effortlessly, but he joined her. Pulling a lighter from his pocket, he offered to light up her cigarette as she placed it between her lips.
Leaning in, she took several small puffs as the small flame danced at the other end. Once she was sure it was lit, she took a deep draw before blowing the stream of smoke skyward in a long sigh, the nicotine instantly soothing her nerves.
“Thanks,” she breathed, offering him the cigarette as she laid back, gazing up at the stars.
“Hey, who was that that Michelle asked yeh ‘bout earlier?” she asked, resting her hands behind her head.
"Who? Leah?" Michael asked, plucking the cigarette from her fingers, hoping she hadn’t heard the small tremor in his voice. "She's a friend of the family. She's pregnant,” he explained quickly, the lie rolling off his tongue surprisingly easily.
“Ohh. Well, best of luck to her, I guess,” Win mused. “I don’t really like pregnant women,” she said suddenly, wrinkling her nose. “I mean, it’s nothin’ personal. My ex, the twat, he left me for a pregnant girl,” she explained. “Wasn’t even his kid or nothin’,” she scoffed.
"Oh..." Michael breathed, suddenly feeling like his whole world was falling apart. She would have to know eventually, about his child. How the hell was he supposed to tell her that.
"Maybe one day you'll be pregnant,” he said and Win barked a laugh at the thought, but as she turned on her side to reach for the cigarette forgotten between Michael’s fingers, she looked at him for a moment.
“Yeah, ‘spect I will,” she murmured softly, as if it were something she’d never admitted to anyone, even herself. “Guess I wouldn’t mind, long as it came out lookin’ like the bloke I was in love with,” she whispered, swallowing thickly before quickly bringing the cigarette back to her lips, the cherry flaring brighter in the darkness.
"Yeah, I think I wanna have a little one who looks like the girl I love too…" Michael whispered, his chest tightening. He suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. This poor child that was coming–his child—would look like the woman he no longer loved, like a constant reminder.
Win noticed the look on his face and frowned. “Hey, you okay?” she asked, reaching over to caress his cheek. “Did I say something to upset you?” she asked, worry twisting her stomach.
"No, not at all," Michael shook his head, handing her the cigarette. "Guess it's just a sensitive topic, kids... big responsibility for the rest of your life an’ all."
“Yeah…” Win murmured, taking a drag and trying to think of something that might cheer him up.
Placing the cigarette between her lips, she got to her feet and began to jump, careful to avoid landing on Michael, laughing as he began to bounce where he lay.
"Winnie! Yeh wally, what’re you doin’?” Michael laughed.
“I’m bouncin’ you round like an egg,” she replied, grinning down at him.
"I'm round like an egg for sure..." Michael snorted, drawing his knees up to his chest, laughing harder as he bounced higher with each jump she took. "You're stronger than you look! Damn, baby!" he cried, howling like a kid.
Win’s face split in a wide grin, and she joined Michael and let out a loud crow before falling to her back and bouncing several times, landing next to Michael, laughing so hard she almost couldn’t catch her breath.
“You’re not round like an egg by the way, you’re just right,” she insisted, the aftershocks of her laughter finally dying down.
"I think you are just right," Michael murmured, rolling to his side to pull her closer. "You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time."
“Me?” Win asked, her brows raising as she looked up at him, her dark green hair falling around her head like a halo. “I’m nothin’ special,” she argued, her large doe eyes shining in the moonlight. “I’m just really good at blow jobs,” she joked.
"That blowjob was real good, can't lie, but you are special," Michael insisted, running his fingers through her hair. "It feels special, bein’ with you."
Win sighed. “It feels special being with you too,” she breathed. “You’re good for me,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
"Now that's a new one. Never heard that before," Michael teased, nuzzling into her neck—he couldn't get enough of her scent, her warmth. How had he fallen so fast?
"Bet it would be nice to fuck you here, in the middle of the night, when no one is awake."
“On the trampoline?” Win snickered. “Never done that before,” she mused, aroused by the thought of being so exposed. “Never had sex under the stars,” she admitted, her lips brushing his stubbled jaw.
"Me neither, wanted to give it a shot with you." Michael's hand trailed down her body, stopping at the curve of her ass. "You'll have to be quiet though, don't want the neighbors comin’ to see what's going on..."
“I can be quiet,” Win murmured. “I thought about you earlier, you know, when I touched myself in my room, she purred, nipping at his neck. “Bout what you’d feel like inside me. I can’t wait to find out.”
A groan caught in Michael’s throat. "I kept imagining you up there, rubbing that pretty little cunt and thinking of me. If you got that worked up from sucking me off, then I don't even wanna see how you'll be when I'm pounding into you," he breathed softly.
“Why don’t you find out,” Win drawled, watching his expression. “Fuck me like the dirty little girl I am,” she purred, her face flushing as heat filled her.
"Winnie! Right now? Everyone's in there... what if they see us?" Michael exclaimed, though he couldn’t help but slide his hand discreetly between her legs. "It's too risky, don't you think?"
“I thought that’s what you wanted,” Win giggled, grinding against his hand before thinking better of it. “Alright, I suppose we can wait till everyone’s gone to bed,” she sighed.
"Yeah, if Michelle sees... it would just be a whole mess," he muttered, shivering just thinking about it. "We'll meet here later and have some fun."
“Deal,” Win murmured, stealing one last kiss before rolling away and jumping down from the trampoline. “Meet you inside,” she said with a grin, a spring to her step as she headed back in.
“Winnie, where you been?” Michelle asked when she joined them in the living room and sat down on the floor, crossing her legs under her.
“Went out for a smoke with Michael and we jumped on the trampoline a bit,” she chuckled.
“You two seem close,” Ellie pointed out wryly.
"He's been like an older brother since he arrived," Michelle pinched Win's cheek. "It's the most adorable thing, they joke around and tease each other. When I came home from work today, these two were watching Keepin’ Up Apperances together," she chuckled.
Win scrunched her nose, once more fighting down the fit of giggles that nearly burst from her.
“Aw, ain’t that sweet?” Sam sighed.
“Yeah, sure,” Holly muttered. “Though I never seen a brother and sister look at each other like they do,” she whispered to Ellie, just loud enough for Win to overhear and she stuck her tongue out at them.
Michael waited a few more minutes to calm down and control himself before finally heading inside as well, adjusting his jeans and running a hand through his slicked back curls, a few stray ones haven falling against his brow.
"Everyone watching the soap?" he asked, joining them in the living room. "I swear, all women just love those stupid stories," he teased, poking Win's shoulder. "No Becky, your lover is actually my husband, who killed your father, who was cheating on your mum with my sister," he exclaimed in an exaggerated imitation.
“Not every woman,” Win huffed, giving him a shove back as he perched on the arm rest at the end of the couch.
“What, you don’t appreciate a little drama in your life, Mikey?” Ellie asked, smirking at him, her eyes dancing mischievously.
"No, not for me, I try staying away from drama as much as possible," Michael replied, holding his hands up. "I prefer to stay in my corner, quiet."
“You should be careful of Winnie then, she’s always trouble,” Holly joked.
“Come on girls, don’t be like that,” Sam chastised.
"I’m not really interested in gossip neither," Michael murmured with a smirk, trying to chastise them without coming out and saying it.
“No, she’s right, I am trouble,” Win said, her lips twitching wryly.
"Maybe sometimes, but only to the people who deserve it," Michael snorted softly. "Some things are worth the trouble."
Win softened, her eyes finding Michael’s in the dim room for a moment before flicking away.
Once the programme had ended, Michelle shut off the telly and Sam groaned as she pushed off the couch.
“Alright girls, c’mon, it’s time to head home,” she said, giving them a pointed look when they balked.
Michelle saw them to the door, waving as they left. “Alright, you lot, I’m off to bed,” she said, turning to Win and Michael.
“G’night, Michelle,” Win murmured, kissing her cheek as she passed.
"Night," Michael echoed, giving her a quick hug. Once he heard her bedroom door close, he plopped on the couch and pulled Win onto his lap. "Now you're trapped, no way to run!"
Win let out a hushed squeal and squirmed as if trying to escape. “Please mister, you’re too strong! I’m just a weak little girl!” she exclaimed with a laugh before finally stilling, a cheeky grin on her lips. “Guess you’ll just have to have your way with me,” she murmured, her eyes dark with want.
"Oh yes, I will. You're a tasty little morsel, I'm gonna eat you up until there's nothing left," Michael growled, biting down on her neck. "You wanna wait or you wanna come to the trampoline to play with me?"
“Oh, I wanna play,” Win purred, guiding his hand between her legs to feel how wet she was, the crotch of her leggings practically soaked through.
"You're way too easy to rile up, I can say anything and you're already all wet for me," Michael chuckled, pressing his forehead to hers, stroking her core through the fabric. "I do wanna play with you,” he drawled, his voice going low.
“Fuck, that’s so sexy,” Win whined, grinding against his hand. “You gunna carry me out there? Throw me over your shoulder so I can’t escape?” she asked, excitement surging through her.
"If that's what the princess wants, then I'm happy to provide," Michael chuckled, tossing her easily over his shoulder and giving her ass a smack. "Let's go, I'm gonna show you what a real man feels like."
An involuntary moan left Win’s throat and she pressed her face into Michael’s shoulder as he carried her out the back door and dumped her unceremoniously onto the trampoline, letting her body bounce a couple times. Biting her bottom lip to keep from shrieking in excitement, she watched him climb up to join her, her chest heaving in anticipation.
Michael pulled a condom from his pocket and held it up like a trophy, smirking as he roughly tugged her leggings down along with her knickers. "You ready, baby? I wanna split you open on this cock."
Win nodded breathlessly, a gasp catching in her throat as the cool night air hit her bare sex, pebbling her skin and stiffening her nipples beneath her oversized jumper.
“I want you so bad, Michael,” she whimpered, lifting her arms over her head. The hunger in his dark eyes as he knelt over her sent a visceral thrill through her and she moaned, feeling her arousal drip down her slick folds as her cunt clenched in anticipation.
Lifting her jumper to see more of her, his chest heaved with desire as his eyes traveled down her body slowly. "Pretty little tits," he drawled, leaning over her, kissing his way from her navel to her chest, drawing a pert nipple between his lips and giving it a teasing flick with the tip of his tongue. "You're perfect..." he breathed, his eyes finding hers as he switched breasts. “So fuckin’ perfect,” he groaned, unzipping his jeans to free his erection.
Sitting up to show her how hard he was, he made a show of rolling the condom on. "You said I was big, ey? Let's see if I feel big too."
Win wet her lips as she watched him, her gaze heavy on his cock.
“Let me feel it,” she begged, slipping a hand between her parted thighs to spread her lips for him as he positioned his tip at her entrance and Michael nodded, slowly sliding into her, inch by torturous inch.
Win’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he pressed into her, the sting of his stretch ebbing to a pleasurable ache. Her cunt pulsed around him as he stilled and she wriggled slightly, trying to get him to move.
"You want me to move? To fuck yeh properly?" Michael taunted softly. "Beg. Be a good girl and beg me t’move."
“Michael please,” she gasped, her voice a breathy whimper. “Please fuck me,” she begged, reaching for him, her fingers clutching at the front of his shirt. “Fuck me till I can’t think of anything but you—“
"Good girl," he breathed, pushing her leg higher, hooking it over his hip before he started moving, slowly at first, pulling all the way out only to thrust back in rougher. "You gonna be quiet for me? Wish I could hear yeh scream, but we can't get caught," he reminded her, the thought sending a rush through him.
Win nodded. “I can be quiet,” she promised, wrapping her arms around him to pull him closer, their lips collided in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth. With each thrust, Michael’s cock dragged against that spot deep inside that sent pleasure leaching through her, while the coarse hair at his base teased her clit, the combination making her head swim.
"Yeah? Y'like that?" Michael groaned in her ear, rutting faster, the soft slap of skin on skin filling the still night air as their bodies bounced slightly atop the trampoline base. "I wish I could fill your little pussy, leave you drippin’... one day I will, one day I'm gonna fill you up," he promised, his lips dragging across her cheek.
Win moaned at the thought, her fingers tangling in the back of his shirt. "Fuck Mick—" she whimpered, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts, pulling him deeper. "Y'feel so good—so big," she breathed, her head falling back, letting him kiss her neck. "Y'fill me just right. Make me yours," she moaned.
"Wanna make you cum, want my name on your lips every time you're feelin’ like this," Michael grunted, his movements growing desperate. "Love how tight yeh are, how needy—like a little bitch in heat. Milk this cock, babygirl, squeeze for me."
With each filthy word that left his lips, Win clenched tighter around him, pressing her face to Michael’s shoulder to muffle her needy sounds. “Oh God—I’m your little bitch, this cunt is all yours,” she whined, hovering at the precipice, the string of pleasure in her gut stretched taut.
"Gunna cum for me? Yeah? Like a little slag?" Michael smirked. He could feel his own orgasm building up, ready to blow as soon as she allowed him. "I wanna finish together, I'm getting close, baby."
A light turned on in one of the windows in the house next door, but Michael barely even noticed, far too consumed in pleasure to care if anyone could see them.
“Michael, I’m-I’m—“ Win barely got the words out before her climax gripped her, pulling her under abruptly and she clamped down around him, every muscle tensing as a cry left her lips, quickly muffled by Michael’s chest.
"Fuck, Winnie... f-fuck!" he gasped, filling the condom with several sloppy thrusts. "Oh my fuckin'— yeh wrecked me."
He rolled over to his side, holding her tight against him as he caught his breath.
"Pretty sure you wrecked me," Win breathed faintly, pulling her jumper down over her hips as she snuggled closer, still tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "I'm gunna be sore all day tomorrow," she sighed, grinning into his neck, breathing deeply in his scent.
"Aww poor biscuit," Michael mumbled, kissing the top of her head. "Guess I'm gonna have to massage your thighs tomorrow when I'm back from work,” he chuckled. “I’ve the morning shift, so I should be back by three."
"That sounds nice," Win murmured, nuzzling her nose against his scruffy cheek. "You're gunna spoil me," she sighed, listening to the beat of his heart beneath her ear.
"I have to work the lunch shift, but I'll be back around then too," she said. "You gunna stop in for lunch?" she asked hopefully.
"Yeah, sounds good. Just promise y’won't fuss, cause I'm gonna smell... just a bit," Michael warned, zipping his jeans back up and placing the discarded condom to the side. "Still gonna give me a kiss even though I was workin' with rubbish all morning?"
"Course! I'd still shag you even if you smelled of rubbish," Win chuckled softly, kissing her way to his lips. "Hope you won’t mind that I’ll smell of grease and fish," she teased.
"I’d say that’s turn on, if anything. Sexy lass smelling like tasty food... mmm my dream!" Michael laughed softly. "You can fatten me up all you want with your lunch time sneakin’ around."
Win laughed, her mouth sore from smiling so wide. "I like the sound of that," she murmured, biting his cheek.
"More t’cuddle, is that what you want?" Michael asked, biting her right back with a soft growl. "I think I might eat you up if you keep being so bloody cute."
"Wish you would," Win drawled, squealing slightly as his teeth sank into her skin. "I wish I could sleep next to you tonight," she pouted, plucking at his shirt.
"Me too..." Michael sighed. "Wanna spoon you all night. But y'know, I'm figuring out my own place soon. When I’m all moved in we won’t hafta worry about bein’ discreet."
Win nodded, trying to stifle a yawn. "I’d like that," she murmured, her eyelids growing heavy. "I can't wait."
"Someone's tired... lemme take you upstairs," he murmured, smiling softly. Climbed down the trampoline, he pocketed the used condom and took her in his arms. "C'mon, let's get you to your room."
"Don't forget my leggings and knickers," Win said, pointing to where they lay discarded on the edge of the trampoline. "That might be hard to explain," she chuckled softly, nuzzling into his shoulder.
"Good thinking, wouldn't want that t’be seen, how scandalous," Michael teased, grabbing her clothes before heading back inside the house.
Win snorted, pulling her blankets up to cover her bare legs once he set her down in bed. "You can keep my knickers if y'want, for whenever you want a reminder of me," she murmured, winking at him as she settled atop her pillows.
"I’ll definitely be takin’ that. Smells like you," Michael murmured, shoving the damp garment into his pocket before leaning down to kiss her goodnight.
"G’night Mick," Win breathed, watching him step out of her room and quietly shut the door behind him.
"Night Winnie," he said through the door, bringing her panties to his nose and taking in a deep breath, letting her scent fill his head.
✡︎ w.c. 1.4k words
✡︎ tags/warning(s). canon/f!oc, established relationship, some suggestive dialogue, but mostly fluff 🩵
✡︎ a/n. co-written with @super-unpredictable98 for @chanukah-challenge ➝ Prompt: Shabbat
✡︎ divider credits. @/saradika-graphics
✡︎ summary. Ellery wants her first Shabbat since converting to be perfect, and Danny couldn't be prouder.
"Danny, you wanna help me in the kitchen for a sec?" Ellery asked, wiping her hands on the bottom of her apron and checking the list she'd made earlier that morning of everything she had to prepare. "I've got almost everything cooking, but I gotta finish up the honey cakes. Can you check on the challah for me?" she asked. "I want everything to be perfect," she murmured, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.
"You don't have to be perfect, you just have to do it with heart," Danny murmured, watching her with hearts in his eyes. He opened the oven door and the nostalgic smell hit him right away.
"It's almost ready, sweetheart. Five minutes. It smells like heaven in here, just like when grandma used to bake them."
At his words, Ellery practically beamed. “Oh good, that’s a relief,” she breathed, pouring the batter for the honey cakes into tiny bundt pans and slipping them into the oven as well.
"You'd make any Yiddish mama proud," Danny smiled, setting the candles at the end of their table. "Don't forget to put the cover on your head before lighting them."
"Right," Elle murmured, untying her apron before slipping her white prayer veil over her head, covering her chin length hair. As she grabbed the box of matches to light the candles, she went over the prayer under her breath, worried she was going to forget a section.
Danny put on his kippah and placed his hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, I'm right here, you can do it," he assured her. He knew she was capable of doing it herself, but he wanted her to know he was also there for her in case she forgot.
Ellery nodded, sparing Danny a soft smile before fishing a match from the box and striking it against the side, watching the tiny flame spark to life. Taking a deep breath, she began to recite the Shabbat prayer as she carefully lit the candles, the melodic Hebrew flowing from her tongue just as she’d practiced it so many times.
Danny mouthed the words along, proud to see her get every word right. The candles were lit and he opened his eyes. "Amen! Shabbat Shalom!" he exclaimed, pulling her closer. "You did so good, Elly! The rabbi is gonna be so proud of you!"
“Shabbat Shalom!” she replied, throwing her arms around Danny’s neck. “Thank you, babe, I’m rather proud of myself too,” she admitted, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Now let’s eat! I’m starving,” she exclaimed.
"I'm starving too," Danny chuckled, kissing her cheek as well and pulling out the chair for her. "Since you lit the candles, I can make your plate," he offered, carefully piling her plate high and adding a nice piece of golden challah with sesame seeds on top. "Smells so good, babe!" he praised.
"Thank you, Dans," Elly replied, giving his hand a squeeze once he'd handed her her plate. "Maybe next week we can invite your family," she suggested, taking a bite of the warm challah and letting out a soft groan of enjoyment.
"Definitely, I wanna show off my perfect wife," Danny smiled and took a bite of his challah as well. "Oh wow... this is perfect, I'm gonna end up all fat if you let me."
Ellery’s chest tightened with affection as she watched her husband. “You know I’d love you just the same,” she said, though she gave his stomach a playful poke. “Besides, you look pretty cute with a pudgy belly,” she murmured.
"Oh! You and your cousins are in a conspiracy to fatten us up!" Danny laughed, cutting himself some roast beef too. "I'll tell Simon and Jason to watch out for the sneaky snacks."
“I’m sure they’re past caring at this point,” Elly laughed. “If you think I’m bad, Sunny and Stella are worse,” she joked, taking a bite as well.
"I know, I went to basketball with the guys last week, they're all incredibly out of shape– not that I'm in shape at all, but we looked like a bunch of fat geese running around." Danny took a bite and moaned in appreciation.
Ellery couldn’t help the cackle that left her lips at the image his words brought to mind. “I’m sure we can find another activity to help burn some of those calories,” she teased.
"Babe!" Danny exclaimed, smirking. "Did the rav tell you about Shabbat pleasures? When I was in Hebrew school, I learned that sex is really encouraged, it's Oneg Shabbat."
“Oh!” Ellery gasped, her face flushing pink before her lips tugged into a grin. “Of course I knew that,” she murmured, taking a sip from her glass.
"It's our sacred fun as a married couple," Danny murmured, placing his hand on her thigh. "The food is so good, I might just be falling even more in love with you."
"I like the sound of that," Ellery laughed, placing her hand over his on her thigh and giving it a squeeze. "If that's the case, I'm never gunna stop cooking for you," she teased, winking at him.
"Wait until your mom hears about that. Your dad told me she couldn't cook at all until they were engaged, disastrous levels of bad," Danny laughed. "I got lucky here."
"Oh, yeah, she was a disaster in the kitchen," Elly snickered. "That was a big reason I wanted to get good at cooking," she mused. "I wanted to be able to cook for my future partner and pour all my love into the food," she murmured. "And I've really loved learning all your mom and grandma's Jewish recipes."
"You're amazing, I'm gonna be able to brag to everyone at the synagogue," Danny teased, pinching her side. "How does your family feel about the whole thing now that you really converted?"
"They're happy for me," Ellery replied. "I don't think my brother thought I'd actually stick with it, but I had to prove him wrong," she admitted, rolling her eyes. "You know my family's not really all that religious, but we grew up really close with Aunt Lyd's family and they're Jewish, so it's always kinda been a part of my life anyway," she admitted.
"That's true, Aunt Lyds and Aunt Blossom," Danny smiled—he’d come to love her family like his own. "I know Ben’s pretty skeptical when it comes to you completing tasks, but hey! You passed with honors."
Ellery nodded, glad that he loved her family so much. “He’s obligated to be a pain in my side,” she laughed, taking a bite of honey cake. “But this was one thing I really wanted to do,” she murmured.
"That's what brothers are for, so I'm told," Danny chuckled, caressing her hair. "I'm glad you did it, not because I'd love you any less, but... I just feel so proud of everything you've accomplished."
“Technically he’s your brother too,” Elly joked, leaning into his touch. “Thank you, Danny, that means so much to me to hear that. I love you so much,” she murmured.
"Oh yeah! My only-child brain can't even comprehend that I have all these cousins, and siblings, and aunts, and uncles... so many in-laws," Danny marveled, rubbing his nose against her cheek.
"Just wait till we have a bunch of kids of our own and my cousins have a bunch of kids, our kids will never be lonely," she exclaimed, turning her face to steal a kiss.
"Everyone's gonna have a billion kids, and family vacations will be more like huge excursions," Danny chuckled. "Twins run on their side, so maybe we'll have a pair or two."
"I can't wait," Elly sighed. "Just imagine how exciting our Hanukkah celebrations will be with such a big family," she said, grinning.
"We better get a cauldron for the Passover matzo ball soup," Danny laughed, takeing her hand, already imagining a little army of kids driving them crazy.
"I guess so," she laughed, biting her lip as she looked at him. "Speaking of an army of kids... maybe we should get started on that," she murmured, biting her lip.
"Oh definitely, I couldn’t agree more," Danny exclaimed, moving fast to put the dishes in the sink before picking Elly up in his arms. "I guess it's time to digest."
Ellery let out a delighted laugh and clung to Danny as he carried her out of the room. She couldn’t have asked for a better first Shabbat.
✘ w.c. 2.6k words
✘ tags/warning(s). canon/f!oc, mention of alcohol & weed, making out/dry humping, blood/gore/violence
✘ a/n. co-written with @super-unpredictable98 for @fredhechingerfrenzy’s Fredtober Prompts - Movie Night + Halloween. This is the last of Flor & I's Fredtober collabs! We had so much fun with these & can't wait to see what Fredhechingerfrenzy has in store for us next! A big huge thank you to Roz for hosting this event! 💚
✘ divider credit. @/stranger-graphics
✘ summary. Win and Simon's Halloween movie marathon starts out normally, only for their night to take a drastic turn, throwing the couple into a scene right out of a horror film.
"Is the movie back on yet?" Win called from the kitchen, grabbing a couple beers from the fridge for her and Simon while the popcorn popped in the microwave.
"Not yet," Simon mumbled. He was splayed on the couch, limbs in all different directions, a joint between his fingers while he rubbed the dry flaky green paint from behind his ears from the last football game at school.
"Good, I don't wanna miss anything!" she exclaimed, though she'd seen the movie more times than she could count, plucking the steaming bag of popcorn from the microwave and pouring it into a large tupperware bowl. Rounding the couch, she set their snacks on the scuffed coffee table and plopped down next to Simon.
"Don't know what's tastier, the popcorn or you," he teased, pushing himself up to steal a kiss. "Just kidding, I know you're tastier," he said, winking at her before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
Win rolled her eyes and smirked, cracking open her beer and taking a swig. "You're such a dick," she teased, poking him in the side.
"Aw thanks, I love you too, sweet tits!" Simon replied around his mouthful of popcorn, pausing to swallow before taking a swig from his can as well. "This movie makes no sense, this little kid kills his big sister like... I think even a girl could take a six year old in a fight and come out alive,” he huffed, gesturing to the tv screen.
"He's got a knife though!" Win argued, grabbing some popcorn and dropping a few pieces on the floor. "I'd like to see you fare better in that situation," she teased.
"Still a little kid... could probably give him a kick and and he'd fly away like a human football," he laughed, grabbing some more popcorn. "Just like Chucky. Who the fuck dies to a little doll you can just stomp? It's natural selection at that point,” he scoffed.
Win snorted in laughter at the thought of punting little Michael Myers through the window. “It doesn’t have to make sense, it’s a horror film!” she exclaimed, swearing under her breath as she dropped a kernel of popcorn down her tank top.
"Ooh allow me," Simon chuckled, diving into her cleavage face first. "I can't see it! It might take a while... damn, it's dark in here, but it smells nice, so it's okay," he joked, taking his sweet time before emerging from her tank top with the kernel in his mouth. "Got it!"
"Thanks babe," Win laughed, running her fingers through his hair. "You're welcome to dive in there any time," she joked.
"I will absolutely take you up on that, maybe at school or when you visit me at work... I just miss your titties so much," Simon whined softly.
"Oh? You miss them?" Win chuckled, squirming slightly to pull her tank top over her head and drop it over the back of the couch. "They're right here," she murmured with a smirk.
"Ugh, I love these so much," he sighed, puting the bowl aside and pulling her into his lap, kissing her chest eagerly and growling like an animal. "I'm the titty fiend!"
Win let out a husky laugh, throwing her head back as he worshipped her tits, her arms snaking around his neck. "You gunna mark me up, Kalivoda?" she asked, her breath hitching.
"As if you even have to ask..." he murmured against her skin, already starting to leave all shapes and sizes of hickeys on her chest and her neck. "I love when we go out and you're all marked up, people know what a lucky bastard I am."
"I know," Win giggled, twisting her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. "I love it when you're all cocky." Moaning softly at the growing ache between her legs, her eyes fluttered shut as she rolled her hips against him, shuddering a breath.
"Oh yeah? You want some of Daddy's special milk? Cause to me, it seems you want it..." Simon teased, laughing softly. "I'm fully loaded, baby girl, just take a sit and enjoy the ride," he ground against her thigh so she could feel his erection.
"Mmmm mhmm," Win hummed, opening her eyes, only to give a start as she noticed a shadow at the window. "Oh shit–" she gasped, tensing. "There's someone standing in your yard," she whispered, taking her eyes from the window for a moment to glance at Simon.
"What, where?” he exclaimed, giving a jerk and craning his head to look, but the backyard was empty. “Winnie, there’s no one there,” he said, and she frowned, peering through the window.
“He was standing right next to the tree.”
Simon shrugged. “Maybe it was just some kid trying to creep you out. Trick or treating only just ended, there’s bound to be some little dicks still out there makin’ mischief,” he said, turning back to the tv. “Now, where were we?” he murmured, slipping his hands down her back to grab her ass.
“I dunno Si, something doesn’t feel right. What if it’s someone possessed by Sarah Feir?” she tried to protest, only to relent when Simon bucked his hips against her, his lips returning to her tits.
“Ugh, you’re very persuasive,” Win chuckled, arching into his mouth.
Opening her eyes, she let out a scream as the figure she’d seen before stood right outside the window, staring in, a clown mask obscuring their face.
“Simon!” she gasped and this time he gave a start, whipping around and letting out a scream as well.
“Oh shit! Oh shit! I hate clowns!” he cried, hastily jumping to his feet as Win slipped from his lap. “I can’t die with a boner, Winnie! That’s like my biggest fear!” he yelped, reaching for the handle of the scuffed up baseball bat propped near the front door. “Stay behind me.”
Win snatched her shirt from the back of the couch, pulling it back on as she crept after Simon. However once they looked back out the window, the masked figure was once again nowhere to be seen.
"Where did he go?" she whispered, craning her neck to try to see more of the yard.
"Fuuuuuck, I might have forgotten to lock the back door when I got home from work," Simon admitted, looking around for any sign of the figure. "Damn it! Get into the closet and hide, I don’t want you to get hurt."
"Are you kidding me?" Win huffed. "I'm not going to hide and leave you by yourself," she exclaimed stubbornly, looking around for something to use as a weapon, her throat going dry when she noticed that the largest knife was missing from the knife block on the counter. "Simon," she whispered, pointing to the block.
"We're so fucked! You should really go, babes, I'm the man, I'm stronger a-and bigger, I can kick that fucker’s ass!" Simon insisted, despite knowing he was totally useless in a fight. Though he trembled in fear, scared for his life, he was more worried for Win.
Win rolled her eyes. "It's safer together. We can watch each other's backs" she whispered back firmly, pulling open the junk drawer and fumbling inside till her hand closed round the handle of the hammer she remembered was kept there.
As Simon hefted his bat and peered around the corner, Win picked up the corded kitchen phone to dial 911, bringing the receiver to her ear. "Shit, the phone's down," she said, dropping it as she heard the floor creak behind them.
"Fuck! Should we run away?" Simon whispered. "We can get to the neighbor’s house and call the cops... they might not be much help though," he huffed. Out of the corner of his eye, Simon saw a flash of movement and he reacted on impulse, screaming as he swung the bat, smashing the tv before he could stop himself.
"Oh mannnn! That was expensive…”
Win jumped as Simon swung, letting out a strangled yelp, her head quickly swiveling to take in the room, squinting in the darkness for any sign of movement.
"Yeah, let's get outta here," she agreed, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the front door. As she reached for the door handle, the masked figure leapt out from around the corner, cutting off their escape route. "Fuck!" Win hissed, pushing Simon in the other direction. "SIMON, RUN!" she cried, swinging the hammer at the intruder. Dodging her swing, the witch possessed fiend raised their knife, slicing down her forearm and knocking the hammer from her hand to clatter to the floor.
"No! I not leaving you!" Simon swung the bat low, hitting the murderer in the shin and grabbing Win by the middle. "Hold onto me, I'm gonna run like hell!"
Taking the bat with him, he took off in the other direction toward the backdoor, Win scrambling to keep up as he half carried her.
"HELP! HELP! THERE’S A KILLER!" Simon yelled, stumbling open the back door and Win nearly lost her footing as they burst out into the yard.
"C'mon, let's get to the neighbors'!" she gasped, letting him pull her to the house next to his. "Help! Let us in!" she cried, banging on the door. When no one answered, she grabbed the door handle to try it and the door opened.
Pushing the door behind them and locking it, Simon hastily looked around. Inside, the lights were on, so they had to be there, right?
"Mrs. Sanderson! Mr. Sanderson!" he called, but no one answered, the only response an unsettling silence.
Creeping into the dining room, they found the elderly couple seated by the table, but their heads had been severed from their bodies, each one and sitting atop the plates in front of their slumped bodies.
"Oh my God," Win gasped, clutching at Simon's arm tighter, her blood going cold at the sight. "Where's their phone?" she whispered, her voice cracking as her head swam. The shock from earlier was starting to wear off, and her arm stung where the blade had sliced, her blood dripping onto their shoes and the floor beneath.
"Damn it!" Simon hissed, fighting not to faint at the sight, his stomach churning dangerously, but he rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the phone, nearly dropping it he was trembling so hard.
"It's working! It's working!" he gasped, fumbling with the buttons, eventually dialing 911. "HELP! THERE'S A KILLER IN MY HOUSE, HE CUT MY GIRLFRIEND! THE NEIGHBORS ARE DEAD, THEIR HEADS ARE CUT OFF! COME QUICK! I'M GONNA PASS THE FUCK OUT!" he shouted into the receiver, the words tumbling out like word vomit.
"Are they coming?" Win asked, grabbing a towel from the sink to wrap around her arm, wincing in pain as she tied it tight.
After screaming the address, Simon hung up and collapsed to the floor, sinking down the wall behind him. "Yeah, they're coming right now," he murmured, laying down on the cold tile floor beneath him, feeling like shit. "They’re dead… I can’t believe it… they were nice people," he babbled, squeezing his eyes shut against another wave of nausea.
"I know..." Win whispered, her eyes slipping over the gory scene at the other end of the room and her stomach knotted. "Simon, I don't think we should stay here," she said, her eyes flitting around the room, nervously. “What if there’s another way in?” she asked.
"Let's... let's head to the hospital, this way they can see to your arm," Simon suggested. "The police’re probably on their way, so uh… let's just walk outta here like nothing bad is happening, don't be suspicious,” he suggested, reluctantly getting to his feet.
"Yeah, until the killer comes after us when we're walking out in the middle of the sidewalk," Win huffed. "But I guess at least we won't be trapped," she sighed. "C'mon," she said, reaching for Simon's hand with her good arm.
"The killer doesn't know where we're going. It's Halloween night, there's people still out on the streets," Simon pointed out, guiding her back to the front door so they could get to the main street quicker.
"Yeah… I don't exactly want him to kill anyone else either though," Win murmured, but she nodded, creeping to the door and checking out the window to see if the coast was clear before unbolting it and pushing it open.
"Don’t get me wrong, I don't want that either, but between us and Tommy from chemistry, fuck Tommy! Better him than me or you," Simon whispered, taking long strides, practically carrying Win toward the street.
Almost as soon as they reached the damp pavement, the masked killer emerged from the darkness between the two houses and Win let out a sharp cry as he began to run toward them. “Simon, run!”
Tossing Win roughly over his shoulder, Simon ran towards a crowd of late night partiers, coming out of the local bar. "Run everyone! There's a killer!" he warned, but they merely stared at him in confusion.
"Ugh, where the fuck are the cops when you need ‘em?" he cried, skidding to a stop, his head swiveling desperately.
“I think I see reds and blues!” Win gasped, lifting her head to see if the killer was still following them.
"Police! Police!" Simon panted, running toward the lights, starting to tire. As much as he hated the thought of needing the pigs’ help, this time…he could kiss their feet.
Behind them, the killer stabbed an unlucky straggler, allowing Simon to get more distance between them as the sheriff's car whipped in front of them and Sheriff Goode leapt out.
"Get behind me!" he exclaimed, pulling his gun and Simon wearily put Win down, wincing as the sheriff fired several times.
"Oh fuck... I think that actually was Tommy Goldberg from chem," Simon muttered, squinting to see the person that got stabbed. "You don’t think I cursed him by saying what I said earlier, do you?" he asked, but Win merely let out a sigh and slumped against him.
After several rounds, the killer finally went down, collapsing forward to the pavement.
"Are you guys okay?" Goode asked, turning to them as he holstered his pistol and several more squad cars pulled up.
"Uh, mostly, except–" Win trailed off, holding up her arm. "Think I'm gunna need some stitches."
"Yeah, we got luckier than Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson…" Simon sighed, grimacing.
Goode nodded. "Get in, Officer Trainer’ll givie you a ride to the hospital," he said gesturing to one of the cars that had just arrived.
"Thanks," Win mumbled, though she was reluctant to climb into the back of a cop car.
"Well, at least we're alive," Simon whispered. "Even if I'm gonna need a new TV, and a new pair of underwear..."
"Ew," Win chuckled weakly, scooting closer to his side, starting to shiver as the adrenaline leeched from her body.
"Come on, don't tell me you didn't shit yourself a little bit," he teased, nudging her shoulder. "No need to be a hero."
"I can't say that I did," Win chuckled weakly, resting her head against his shoulder as the car lurched into motion. "Hey Si... thanks," she whispered. "For saving me. You were really brave."
"Naaah, I just did what any decent boyfriend would've done. But if you wanna pay me in kisses maybe a blowie when we get back home... I'll be grateful," Simon said, turning a lopsided grin on her.
"You've definitely earned one," she murmured, turning her face to brush a kiss to his neck. "After you change your underwear first though.”
➺ w.c. 2.6k words
➺ tags/warning(s). canon/f!oc, established relationship, some suggestive dialogue, accidental injury/blood, but mostly fluff 🧡
➺ a/n. co-written with @super-unpredictable98 for @fredhechingerfrenzy’s Fredtober Prompts - Apple Picking, Pie, & Pumpkin Patch.
➺ divider credits. @/strangergraphics
➺ summary. Danny and Ellery gather apples for pie-making and pick out a pumpkin to carve. While carving their pumpkin, the topic of getting an apartment together comes up.
"I don't think we could've asked for a better day to come to the orchard," Ellery exclaimed, stretching her arms above her head toward the sun as she took a deep breath of the chill autumn air. "It's perfect," she insisted, taking Danny's hand and giving a little skip.
"True. Not too many people, way too many apples." Daniel smiled, pushing a small cart for their pumpkin while Ellery carried a basket for the apples. "We need to make some extra pies for grandma, she'll say I got my lack of thoughtfulness from my dad if I don't bring her some."
“Oh definitely, especially since we’ll be using her recipe,” Ellery agreed, searching for a tree with a lot of apples still on it.
"Yeah, the secret special recipe that got women burned at the stake for witchcraft because of how good it was," Danny teased, reaching up to pick a few apples and drop them into her basket.
“Oooh, sounds dangerous,” Elly laughed, crouching to sort through some of the apples that had fallen to the ground, checking to make sure they were still good.
"What sort of pumpkin are we gonna carve?" Danny asked, filling the basket. "A spooky one or a cute one? I think it would be nice to make it classic."
“Yes! I love those the best,” Ellery agreed, distracted for a moment by the way the sun overhead illuminated Daniel’s messy hair, making it shine golden in the light.
"What?" Danny chuckled, looking at her with an uncertain smile. "You always look at me like that, am I that bad at picking apples?"
“No,” she laughed, hastily tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear as a flush rose to her face. “You just looked really beautiful in the sun,” she murmured, straightening.
"Oh shit, I forgot to put sunscreen on!" Danny exclaimed with a start, pausing to shrug off his backpack to rummage for his bottle of sunblock. "Take care of apple duty for a sec, I burn too easy," he chuckled ruefully.
Ellery let out a sigh, a little disappointed that that was how he reacted, but she couldn’t keep a fond smile from her face. “Do you need some help?” she asked, taking the small bottle of sunscreen from him as he fumbled with the cap.
"Oh, no, I'm fine..." Danny mumbled, but Ellery was already squeezing some of the lotion onto her fingers when he noticed he’d been a bit of a dick and he winced, internally kicking himself.
"Shit, Elly, I'm sorry! You paid me a compliment and I totally fumbled it,” he huffed. “I never know how to take 'em but... you know, for all it’s worth, you're beautiful in the sun too... and out of the sun,” he added awkwardly, grimacing.
“It’s okay,” Ellery said, gently moving his chin toward her and carefully rubbing the white lotion over the bridge of his nose and across his cheeks. “I’ll just keep complimenting you till you get better at believing them,” she murmured, kissing his jawline before stepping back.
"I still feel like I’m dreaming, you're the most beautiful girl in the world. I'm so insanely lucky to get you all to myself," Danny sighed, smiling as he kissed her nose.
“We’re both lucky,” she said, her nose crinkling as her smile widened. “How many apples do you think will be too many?” She laughed as they filled the basket nearly to overflowing.
“I think we have enough," Danny chuckled, “but, we can always make Apfelstrudel with the leftovers,” he suggested. "Let's put this basket on the cart and find our pumpkin!"
“Sounds good!” Elly agreed, helping him push the little cart down the grassy field toward the pumpkin patch. Despite the warmth from the sun, the autumn breeze had picked up, stirring their hair, and Ellery shivered, pressing closer to Danny’s side.
Noticing her discomfort, Danny shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Here, you're tiny, you need more coverage," he teased, rubbing her back to keep her warm.
Ellery hummed and pulled Danny’s jacket closer, breathing in his scent on the collar. “Thanks baby,” she murmured, slipping her arms through the oversized sleeves. “You’re not cold though now, are you?” she asked, not wanting to make him uncomfortable either.
"Nah, I still have my hoodie on, I'm pretty snug in here," Danny assured her, parking their cart in front of a row of pumpkins. "Besides, you're my priority here, Els. I gotta take care of my girl," he murmured, kissing the top of her head before getting on his knees to analyze the pumpkins in front of them.
Ellery smiled to herself and knelt next to him. “What shape do you like better?” she asked, tilting a few pumpkins by the stem to get a better look at them. “I’m usually drawn to the short squat ones. They’re so cute,” she said, dusting the dirt from her hands.
"Yeah, I like them too, as a kid I used to give them all personalities, the round or squat ones were the sweetest, the tall and skinny ones were uptight and mean," Danny explained, picking one to show as an example. "See? What a bitch."
“Yeah, she’s no good at all,” Ellery laughed. “How about this one? It’s short, but wide so we can fit a big smile on it,” she said, pointing to one near Danny.
"Aww yeah, this is a cute one!" Danny picked it up with a grunt. "Shall we take this lady home and give her a nice face?"
“Yes!” Elly exclaimed, getting to her feet and dusting off her jeans. “Before we leave, I wanna pick up some cider and fresh apple donuts too!”
"Sure, you wanna get them while I load the car?" Danny offered, placing the pumpkin on their cart and wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Sure, babe," she replied, taking another moment to admire him before heading to the main building to make her purchase. When she returned, Daniel had finished loading their haul into his trunk, and she slipped into the passenger seat. "All set!" she exclaimed.
"Alright then, madam! Your driver is ready to take you to your destination," Danny exclaimed in a silly British accent. He got behind the wheel, and they headed to his grandma's house to get her famous apple pie recipe and figure out their pumpkin.
“Hi Thelma!” Ellery exclaimed as Danny’s grandmother opened the door for them.
“Oh hello there, dear!” Thelma replied brightly, pulling Elly in for a hug before embracing her grandson as well.
"Hey grandma!" Danny gave her a squeeze. "Remember I texted you about the apple pie recipe? Did you find it?"
"Not yet, it's in one of those boxes." Thelma pointed. "It's been a while since I had the time to bake."
"We can look for it," Ellery offered, setting the boxes out on the table. "If that's okay?" she asked, not wanting to overstep.
"Of course, dear! Go ahead, I have a Zim call with my friends," Thelma explained, sitting down in front of the computer.
"It's Zoom, Grandma," Danny laughed softly, grabbing one of the boxes to search through.
Ellery shared an amused smile with Danny before rifling through the contents of the box.
"I don't see any recipes in here," she said, pushing that box aside and reaching for another one.
"No recipes here, but..." Danny held up a photo of himself as a preteen wearing a sombrero and looking less than enthused.
"Oh my God, you were so adorable!" Elly exclaimed, moving closer to get a better look. "Why the long face?" she asked, resting her head against his shoulder as she looked at the photo.
"I looked ridiculous and my mom forced me to take the pic, so I looked moody," Danny laughed. "I guess I knew it would be exposed to my future girlfriend one day."
"Aww, you don't look ridiculous! It's endearing," Ellery insisted, kissing his cheek. "Remind me to ask your mom to see more of your childhood photos," she teased, wearing a small smirk.
"Yeah yeah..." Danny huffed playfully, rummaging through another box when he finally pulled out a little box of recipe cards. "Bingo! We got it."
"Yay!" Ellery cheered, flipping through the little recipe cards till she found the one for apple pie. "This doesn't look like it should be too difficult," she mused.
"Yeah, we just need this and the apples and we're golden," Danny nodded, organizing the box back into place.
"Perfect!" Ellery exclaimed. "Now that that's sorted, shall we carve our little pumpkin friend?" she asked excitedly.
"Yesss, I'll get it open so we can take out the... innards!" Danny jumped to his feet and grabbed the biggest knife he could find.
"Eww–!" Elly giggled, following him to the kitchen to find a large bowl to put the pumpkin guts in.
"You're not known to be squeamish..." Danny teased.
"It just sounds gross when you say innards," she laughed, wrinkling her nose and Danny chuckled in return, amused by the idea of grossing her out a little bit.
"Let's remove this part of the skull first–" he joked, pushing the blade through the top of the pumpkin with a grunt and cutting in a circle around the stem. Once he removed the top, he reached inside to pull out some of the guts, dangling them in Ellery’s face. "Bleeeeh innards!"
"Eeughh!" Elly squealed, throwing her hands in front of her face and squirming away. "Danny!"
He cackled like a boy and dropped the guts into the bowl with a squelch. "I love you so much..."
"I love you too, dork," Ellery said with a grin and reached into the pumpkin to help scoop out its insides. "It's so slimyyyy," she whined, laughing as she tried to get it off her fingers.
"I know!" Danny laughed, having too much fun with it. "Oh yeah, my mom asked to save the seeds, she wants to roast them," he exclaimed as he remembered, separating the seeds from the rest of the guts.
“Oooh good idea!” Elly exclaimed. “I love roasted pumpkin seeds.”
“Me too,” Danny agreed, covering the bowl of seeds and turning to wash his hands before they started the carving.
“Do you want me to draw the face on so you have a template?” Elly asked, wiping her hands off and searching for a black marker.
"Yeah, I'll probably mess it up otherwise," Danny snorted, handing her a sharpie. "I just hope we all have our fingers by the end of this," he joked, wriggling his fingers at her.
“Don’t say that!” Ellery gasped. “But I’ll drive you to the hospital to get your fingers reattached if you have any mishaps,” she teased.
"Let's hope not, I need these fingers for extracurriculars," Danny whispered jokingly as he watched her.
“Yes, you do,” Ellery agreed, a mischievous grin twisting her lips as her eyes flicked to his, and they shared a meaningful look before Danny cleared his throat and flushed.
“Okay, looks fairly simple,” he murmured, observing the face she’d drawn before grabbing a smaller knife to carve.
“Just be careful,” she said, moving her hands out of the way and snapping the cap back on the marker.
"Yeah, will do." Danny embraced the pumpkin in order to carve it. He did well following the template, although he did poke himself a couple times, but not enough to cause a disaster.
"It's looking good!" Ellery exclaimed, leaning in closer to get a better look. "Just gotta clean up some of the edges a little," she murmured. "Mind if I?" she asked.
"Yeah, but be careful," Danny murmured, handing her the knife and biting his lip as he watched her work.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful," she assured him, carving a little off some of the edges to get rid of the marker lines. "There!" she exclaimed, finishing up the final cut when the knife slipped a little and she let out a hiss of pain. "Ah–" she gasped, quickly setting down the knife and hurrying to the kitchen sink, cradling her hand so she wouldn't drip blood all over the counter.
"Honey–!" Danny gasped, following her. He took her hand to see how bad it was and let out a sigh of relief. "It's not too bad, I'm gonna get you a bandaid," he said, hurrying to the bathroom to find one.
"Is everything alright out there?" Thelma called, turning away from her computer to see what was going on.
"Yeah, it's okay, I just nicked myself with the knife. Danny's getting a bandaid for me," Ellery answered, not wanting her to worry.
"It's alright, Grandma!" Danny returned with the first aid kit and grabbed a bandaid for her, wrapping it around her cut. "Can't trust this one with a knife," he teased before kissing her finger gently.
Elly flushed. "Guess I shoulda let you do it, huh?" she murmured.
"It's alright, Mr. Pumps appreciates your blood sacrifice," Danny chuckled.
"Mr. Pumps?" Ellery laughed. "Now that's a terrible name."
"Oh, what a cute jack-o-lantern!” Thelma exclaimed, joining them in the kitchen. “You two certainly make a good team," she said, giving her grandson a knowing look.
"Thanks Thelma, I think so too," Ellery said, squeezing Danny's hand.
"Yeah, the best team," Danny agreed. "But his name is still Mr. Pumps..."
Ellery rolled her eyes. "Mr. Pumps sounds like he's gunna be wearing pumps," she joked, snickering at the image.
"He could be, you don't know his fashion preferences," he teased. "When we set him up, we'll see what he wants to wear."
"You're such a dork, Danny," Elly chuckled, pinching his side. “Besides, at the pumpkin patch, I thought you said the pumpkin was a girl,” she pointed out.
Danny shrugged. “Maybe she’s genderfluid.”
Ellery shook her head fondly. "Thelma, do you have any tea lights? I wanna see Mr. Pumps in all his glory."
"Yes, dear," Thelma chuckled, reaching into the drawer full of candles of all sizes and types.
"Let's light him up!" Danny placed the tea light inside and lit it with a match before replacing the lid. "Look! He's adorable."
"He's perfect," Elly agreed. "I just wish we had a porch of our own to put him on," she murmured.
"Maybe we could… get a place of our own," Danny suggested softly, hesitantly glancing at her.
"Yeah?" Ellery brightened, her eyes widening. "You'd want to?"
"Yeah, of course I would,” Danny murmured. “Maybe we can start looking for a place for the three of us."
Confusion flickered across Ellery’s face for a moment before she realized he meant the two of them and their pumpkin friend, and she threw her arms around his neck in excitement.
"I'd love that! she exclaimed, her cheeks hurting from smiling so wide.
"Awesome!” Danny breathed, pulling her into a hug. “We better start looking then, so by Halloween we can hand out candy. It'll be perfect..." he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
"It'll be perfect," Ellery agreed, lifting her chin to press her lips to his.
"Oh! When you find a place, I've got a set of old pans and dishes you can have to get you started! And there's that old dresser in the back room, oh, and some other things I've been saving–" Thelma exclaimed, trailing off as she began to choke up slightly. "Oh Danny, I'm just so proud of you, and you too Elly," she said, opening her arms to embrace them both.
"Thank you, Grandma, that would be great," Danny replied, smiling as he rubbed her back gently. "Guess we'll have a leg up with filling our place," he said, winking at Ellery and she nodded, too choked up to respond.
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