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abbyromanoff · 10 months

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PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

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WARNINGS: smut, Wanda has a dick, fluff, cuddle sex, mommy (R), service top!Wanda, begging, breeding, praise, fluff, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, think that’s all!

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Wanda watched the clock slowly ticking away as she lay in bed beside your sleeping body. It wasn’t often that she couldn’t sleep, she was usually the first to fall into a slumber. But tonight was different.

You had been teasing her all day, walking around in loose clothing that allowed her to see everything. When you went to the store together for a few groceries, she would stare down the wandering eyes until they were too scared to be in her presence.

You had complained about your bra since you put it on. And instead of grabbing a new pair, you decided to just go without. It wasn’t like you did it on purpose, but it’s not like you missed the bulge growing in your girlfriend's pants either.

She was too scared to say anything, to ask you for what she wanted. She always had been. She would leave it up to you to make the first move because she was ‘too shy’ as she put it. But you wanted to break those boundaries and have her desperate enough to fall to her knees in front of you.

“Y/N? You awake?” When she received no response, she huffed. Her lips formed into a pout while she continued to toss and turn. Your back was facing her and, similar to earlier, you chose to wear practically nothing.

All you had on was a long, short-sleeve shirt you had taken from Wanda. It was too big for her too, so you hoped she didn’t notice when you took it, but she always did.

Her arms loosely and softly swung around your waist, she was careful enough not to wake you. She then pressed her front against your backside in hopes to find comfort, but it only caused more discomfort in her crotch. She stuck her head in between your shoulder and neck, the smell of your shampoo filling her senses.

She subconsciously rutted her hips into you, feeling the curve of your ass press against her straining cock. She dragged her free arm down to her boxers and cupped her length, shuddering as she imagined it was your own hand. Or better yet, your warm walls wrapped around her.

She knew you would be tight, you always were. And the more she thought about it the harder it became to resist touching you. She finally gave in, letting her hand find its way to your clit as she rubbed small circles.

She promised herself it would just be a quick touch, but that quick touch ended up with her grinding into you as she fingered your tight hole. You were coming in and out of your sleep as you felt a fiery sensation down below.

“Mm, Wanda? Baby, what are you- oh,” You mumbled when a second finger prodded at your entrance.

“I’m sorry, mommy, but I’m so hard. ‘M sorry, I-I promise I’ll make you feel good, please?” You couldn’t respond as the only noises that escaped were quiet moans.

“Fuck, that’s it, stretch mommy out, baby.” You were guiding your body on her fingers when she curled them, hitting that spot deep inside of you that had you screaming.

“S-shit, right there! Oh, God, keep going, you’re gonna make me cum.” You were fully awake by now as Wanda continued to whine behind you. You shushed her as you chased your high, your jaw slacking as she increased her speed.

“Am I doing a good job, mommy?” She quietly asked, fear evident in her tone. You nodded quickly while the coil in your stomach tightened more and more until you were about to tip over the edge.

There was no warning when Wanda felt her fingers being soaked with your juices. Due to you not facing her, you weren’t able to see the giddy smile she had planted on her face. Knowing that she was the cause of your orgasm always caused a great sense of pride to overcome her, it made her feel complete, like she succeeded.

“You did so well, Wanda, such a good girl you are.” She blushed at the praise, hesitantly grabbing your hand and guiding it to her crotch.

“Please, you’ve been teasing me all day. I tried fixing it myself but it wasn’t the same, please, I need you.” She rubbed herself against your palm in hopes to create relief, but it only caused her cock to drool more of her pre-cum.

“Aww, why didn’t you tell me, love? You know I’d gladly help you if you just asked.” You maneuvered so you were able to see your girlfriend, and you couldn’t stop the smile that arose when picking up on her flushed-out face. She was nearly panting when you slowly slid down her boxers, letting her length be set free and slap against her stomach.

“Oh my, I wish you would’ve told me how bad it was, I hate to see my baby suffer like this.” You pouted, running your thumb across her cheek soothingly. In all honesty, you did know how bad it had gotten, you felt it before you fell asleep. But it was all a trick to force her to speak for what she wanted instead of cowering down and letting herself be stuck in pain.

“I’m sorry..” She whispered under her breath, but you still caught it.

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart, mommy just wants you to speak up, okay?” You ran her tip across your folds, stopping at your entrance.

“Now, can you tell me what you want, sweet girl?” She led you to turn around, your eyes now facing the wall as you were restricted from seeing her great beauty. Even if you wanted her to speak her mind about what she hoped for, you were just as happy with her unworded demands.

“Can I?” She asked with uncertainty, and before you could come up with a response, you felt her dipping inside of you, grasping onto your warmth as if it were to leave her.

“I- fuck, you feel so good, could be in you forever.” She mumbled, apologizing whenever you winced from her size. She was trying her best to ease into you, to not let you feel the burning pain in your core. But it was impeccably difficult when she had been thriving off of the thought of you all day. All she wanted was to feel you, and even with your close proximity, it still wasn’t enough for her.

“Baby, you- you can’t get any closer than this.” You chuckled, only to be interrupted by a moan from deep in your chest.

“I know, y-you just feel so good, mommy. Can I move yet?” She asked, following off with a small plead in her alluring yet soft tone. You nodded, digging your nails into the arm that displayed itself over your chest, forcing themselves not to touch you. You knew she was too afraid to ask, so you instead brought her hand to your breast where it had been begging to rest. You felt her hips involuntarily speed up, looking down to notice a visible bulge resting upon your womb.

“You see that, Wands? You see how well you please your mommy, hm?” She bit her lip and smiled mischievously, reviling in your gasp when she tweaked your sore nipples.

You could tell the more she displayed her sloppy movements that she was close, she had been since you watched her cock leak for you. But you also knew she wouldn’t allow herself to release if you hadn’t. She wanted you to cum on her cock, feeling you on her fingers wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“Please tell me you’re close, I-I need to feel you. I need to feel you clench around me when you cum. Please…please tell me I’m doing good.” She begged, and if it wasn’t for the intimate position you shared, she would’ve been embarrassed for herself. It’s not that she didn’t want it, but she didn’t know how to express what exactly she was wanting from you.

“Yeah? You like knowing you’re my good girl?” She tightened her grip around you, nearly sending herself over the edge when she felt you clench around her.

“There we go, you’re doing so well. Mommy’s so happy to have such a good girl, baby.” She smiled to herself and let her lips suck on the skin of your neck.

“Listen, darling, listen to how wet I am for you.” You could both hear the sloshing of your juices as she thrusted in and out of your hole. She thrived off of the knowledge that you needed her just as much as she did you.

You could feel your approaching orgasm caving in on you, it was impossible to ignore. Wanda was too busy soaking in your pleasure to focus on herself, she didn’t even notice she had finished until you mentioned it.

“Fill me up, Wands, mhm, good girl, good fucking girl you are.” Her movements stilled, causing you to be left high and dry until you reached down to toy with your clit.

“I’m sorry, m-mommy…please don’t be mad at me.” She breathed out, disappointment lingering inside of her when she realized she had failed. She continued to toy with your breasts in hopes it would bring some sort of pleasure, her hips instantly following her movements from before.

“Wanda, Wanda, Wanda!” You yelled, making a mental note to find an excuse to tell the neighbors when they asked who was making so much noise and why, you already had too many complaints piling up.

She watched with hooded eyes as you soaked her cock, your liquids mixing as her orgasm painted your walls white. You felt waves crashing down on you as you panted heavily, your eyes finally being able to open as you calmed yourself.

“Wanda? Wanda, y-you need to pull out.” You told her after moments of feeling her stilled inside of you. Her whines in protest were enough to convince you to let her win just this once, fulfilling her dreams of keeping you full of her all night.

“Just this night? I promise I will in the morning, you’re just so warm.” You chuckled dryly and eventually nodded along, it only took a few more minutes before she was passed out behind you. Now she was the one sleeping, and you were left with her cock remaining deep inside of you, with every small gesture causing you to lowly moan.

You didn’t know how you were supposed to sleep like this, cum coating your thighs and slowly leaking from your hole, but you’d find a way.

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websterss · 1 year

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𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 — 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: highkey just wanna go on a lil date with ethan. i'm guessing he doesn't have much experience with girls but him being nervous would be so 🤭you would've asked him out to satisfy your friends considering you talked about him a lot, not realising he'd say yes. that made you incredibly nervous but i feel like the date would either be a movie (cliche ik) or bowling. maybe a group date? but the rest of group would let you sit alone with ethan to talk to him about star wars or something nerdy. just kissing his cheek before getting off the subway and thanking him for a fun night. crying

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Umm, lots of cussing, fluff. SPOILERS?? I don’t know if this has spoilers honestly.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,867

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Ethan Landry x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! Char’s gonna give me shit cause I don’t know much about star wars. Also I didn’t do the subway scene. Ugh I hope you like it love!😭

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“You’re gonna join us for bowling tonight right?” You snapped your head up at Chad who threw a knowing smirk your way. You roll your eyes, fixating your attention back onto your term paper.

“Do I have a choice?”

“No.” You let out a laugh at his bluntness.

“Great!” You emit a laugh of amusement.

“Find a date yet?” This shook your core as your paper was now long forgotten. Your jaw slacked open in shock.

“Date? What do you mean date?” You sat up straighter in your chair. “No one said anything about dates!”

“Are you fucking with me?” Chad’s shoulder fell in disbelief. “I got Tara. Sam’s bringing Danny. Mindy and Anika are coming together. Quinn’s bound to bring along some new arm candy. That just leaves you...” He trailed off in a wince. “And Ethan.”

“But I’m not- Wait he’s going, what the fuck why wasn’t I informed about this?” You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Cause we know how you get when he’s around. We wanted to ease you into it tonight.” He laughed at you as you grew all flustered. You looked back down at your paper. “Would it kill you to ask him out? Put him out of his misery.” You glance up with a timid glint in your eyes. You find interest in fiddling with the rings on your fingers. Spinning them in a circle to relieve you of this specific conversation you try to avoid. “Mindy still has her obvious suspicions about him. But after rooming with the nerd for months. He checks out okay. I think he’d be good for you.” He reached out to place a comforting hand over your own. “I think it’s time you let yourself have some fun. I know you should...” Then came the dreaded words he hesitated to say. “Wes would too.”

Your eyes meet him for a brief moment. The odds of a repeat from those last ten months were odd. Yet upon losing Wes, you put off any sort of dating. Especially with guy’s you hardly met, yet still conjured up a crush on. Who was to say that this wouldn’t turn out to be a good thing though. Maybe letting loose for once would be good. Just maybe. You weighed your options as you bit your bottom lip.

“Come on...I see those knobs turning. You know you want to...” He sing songed.

“You don’t know what I want.” You pushed his hand away playfully.

“Don’t have to. You’re doing that thing-” He gestured to his lips. “It’s your tell.”

“My tell...Okay!” You raised your hands up in defense.

“So you’re gonna ask him. Before tonight.”

“Well I-”

“Great because he’s coming this way right now...Hey Ethan over here!” Your eyes grew as Chad waved him down.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You ducked, trying to hide your flustered state.

“Hey guys...” Ethan's charming smile graced you. God that fucking smile did things to you.

“That’s my cue-” Chad pointed in the opposite direction and stood up from his chair. “Hey buddy, what’s up? How about you take my seat, yeah. I gotta run anyway.” Chad gestured over his thumb, then made Ethan plop down right in right of you. He huffed from the firm hand on his shoulder.

“Chad-” You begin to pull at his sleeve.

“Y/n has a very important question to ask you by the way. Okay, you two have a wonderful rest of your remaining classes, alright. See you tonight bud!” Chad pointed at Ethan in his dismissal.

“Tonight? What’s tonight?” Ethan questioned with confusion written over his face.

“You didn’t fucking invite him- Chad! Son of a bitch...” You call after him, as he throws a shit eating grin your way. His thumbs up doing nothing to comfort you in any shape or form. You close your eyes, then glance back at Ethan, who seemed too pure for this world as the corners up his lips lifted into a faint smile. You breathed out a nervous laugh as you sat up tall again. You placed your elbows on the table as you tapped your fingers in a rhythmic pattern on the tabletop.

“You wanted to- ask me something?” He nodded, recalling Chad’s words.

“Yeah I did...” You daze off not wanting to meet his gaze just yet. “I do!” You exclaim quickly. “God I’m not good at this...” You throw your head back as if the ceiling was going to provide you with some answers...and hopefully even the strength. Rather more...have the balls to ask Chad’s cute ass roomate out on a date because heavens know you didn’t have them.

“You think I’m cute?” Your heart and soul freeze up. Your head moves back down, shock didn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling.

“Did I say that out loud?” Your chest rises and falls.

“I could lie and say no...” He shrugs. He shrugged, he fucking shrugged. He wasn’t teasing you or giving you shit. He just fucking shrugged, offering to lie to save your remaining dignity. At this point you either went all in, or you grabbed your things and got the hell out of there. Sadly you were glued to your chair.

“I do think you’re cute- hot actually. Like in that nerdy attractive type of way, and you’re fucking tall, which is honestly an added bonus to be honest. Holy fuck okay-” Your palms now laid flat on the table. “I’m honestly not surprised Chad hasn't invited you yet. I think this was his plan...to finally have me ask you out on a date.”

“You-” Ethan begins. His eyes soften.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now, yeah!” You answer his question. “Were going bowling tonight in case you were wondering.” You inquire. “I’m not that great, but I magically get a strike every once and a while, are you any good at bowling?” Your question catches him off guard. He’s still trying to process the fact that the girl he likes just asked him out, and you have yet to let him say yes.

“I think I’m okay.” He laughs out.

“Okay great you’re on my team then.” You nod. You tap and tap and tap your fingers on the tabletop. Hoping the silence that weighed over you like pressure fated, but you both didn’t know what to do. You poured out inner most thoughts out of impulse. No self control, just flat out admitted to your consciousness thought. Good thing you didn’t blurt out the fact you like to imagine it was him as you touched-

“Holy shit, okay!” Ethan readjusted himself in his seat. Mouth agape. His face was beet red at this point.

“Did I say that out lo-”

“Yup, you did!” He chewed on his lips, as he shook his head with his eyes closed shut. “That’s an image I will not be able to get out of my head...” He mutters out slowly.

“I’m gonna shut up now.” You facepalm yourself.

Ethan couldn’t believe this was happening. Let alone half the shit you just admitted to him. Yet as his eyes fell on your embarrassed state. He couldn’t help the beaming smile on his face. He shook his head in amusement. He leaned closer. Placing his elbows on the table as he leaned over half the table now. “Yes...my answers yes by the way.”

You pull down your hands. The slightest peek of your eyes meeting his coy smirk and the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Wait really? I thought I totally just blew it.” You breathe a laugh out.

“No, not with me. Though I don’t think you should tell the next guy after me that you like to touch yo-”

“Yeah, yeah okay! Point taken.” You waved him off. You meet in the middle, with beaming chuckles and giggles. “Though you got one thing wrong...”

“What’s that?”

“There’s no one else- after you that is, if this doesn’t work. Just you...” You shrug nonchalantly.

“Just me?” He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. He doesn’t miss the obvious glance at his arms.

“Just you.” You nod. You both glance away from each other. Growing timid under the others lingering gaze. Though it’s not till Ethan gently brushes his finger against the top of your fingertip, just faintly enough you can’t miss it, that you slowly follow the buttons of his shirt, up to his awaiting gaze.

“You wanna get lunch with me?” He lets out softly. An awaiting lapse of hope falls behind those two brown eyes of his. Your mind was already made up at this point.

“Yeah, I’d loved to.” You give a firm nod, then begin to gather up your things. Your paper would have to be finished later on in the evening, or during the weekend. As you place your laptop back into your bag, and zip it up, Ethan stands up and offers to carry it.

“Here let me...” His signature grin decorated his face again.

“Sure you can carry two bags?” You tease, as he swings your book bag over his left shoulder.

“You did not just say that.” He mocks hurt as you walk out of the study room you requested to be in.

Night came around quicker than you would have expected. You and the group had taken the subway to head on over to the bowling alley many classmates suggested to go to. Seeing as you had never done atomic bowling. The group decided to head on around 9 to let you have the experience of bowling in the dark. You thought it had been a sweet gesture on their part. Your eyes grew with excitement seeing the lights turned off, and the monitors playing music videos. The glow in the dark theme satisfied your inner child.

Now you were seated in a booth, laughing about something Ethan was whispering in your ear, well at least from what Chad could tell. His staring caught the others attention, they too now engrossed in the happy pair on a date.

“Okay when did that happen?” Tara scoffed in disbelief, but the smile painted on his face told the group she wasn’t anything other than happy for you two.

“That would be my doing.” Chad bowed for his friends.

“You did that, when?” Tara slapped his shoulder.

“Mmm...Today.” He shrugged then flinched back to avoid another smack from her. “Look, she was hesitant to ask him out. I just gave her that extra push.” He raised his hand up in surrender. Then gestured at the two of you with open palms. “Come on...you can’t tell me that they don’t look good together.” You had thrown your head back in fits of giggles. Ethan watches you with admiration and a longing gaze.

“They do look cute together.” Sam chimed in, then glanced down at Danny, whose lap she sat in. Mindy’s scoff fell through the air though, all eyes fell onto her now.

“I still don’t trust the guy.”

“I course you don’t.” Chad shook his head. “You and your rules.”

“Hello! It’s basic horror movies 101 shit. Never trust the love interest.” Mindy gestured to Ethan resting his arm over the back of your head of the booth. “We’ve only known him for how long? Trust me there’s something about him.”

“Yeah...my roommate likes our friend!” Chad gestured to you. “When’s the last time you’ve seen her smile like that. Heard her laugh. It’s been too fucking long. She’s happy, she’s letting go. Moving on from Wes!” He reminded her with a frown. “Let her have this Mindy. Can we leave the two lovebirds alone now and enjoy this wonderful time tonight. Danny, your turn, my man.” He picked up a ball and gestured it to him. Danny patted Sam’s thigh to let him get up. He took a swig of his beer then took the ball from his hands. “That’s what I’m talking about!” He slapped Danny’s back. The others chimed in with cheers and woops.

“Are those two ever gonna play?” Mindy gestured to you with the rim of her beer.

“Mindy, you added their names in last. There’s ten of us!” He jabbed at her. Then pointed to the screen on the overhead of their lane. The group turned to the monitor screen. Their eyes started from the top and trailed down all the way to the bottom. Yours and Ethan’s name mocking her. She winced.

Quinn Paul. Mindy Anika Chad Tara Danny Sam Y/n Ethan

“I don’t think they seem to mind it though. Look.” Quinn looked off from the monitor then gestured to Ethan, who leaned into your side further. His face hidden as he whispered in your ear.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Sam asked with a laugh.

“You wanna get out of here?” Tara chimed with a deep voice.

“Oh yes, Ethan. I’d love to!” Quinn said in a pitched tone.

“That is not what they’re saying.” Sam rolled her eyes but couldn’t contain her laugh.

“That is exactly what they’re saying!” Tara laughed.

“They’re staring at us.” He chuckled softly into your ear. Your smile only widened as you slowly turned towards him. Your eyes cast over to your friends then back to him.

“I know. They’ve been doing that since we sat down.”

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Ethan looked at his arm resting in front of you on the table.

“Probably trying to meddle their way into my love life.” You sigh as you lean back against the arm behind you. You glance over to them, and catch Mindy being the last to avert her eyes. “Though knowing Mindy, she’s still trying to scope you out.” Your heart feels wounded seeing his happy demeanor shift into one of doubt.

“She doesn’t like me very much does she?” He emits a nervous chuckle.

“No, it’s not that. She’s just a bit cautious about letting in new party members. Trust me, she’ll get over it once you get to know her. Once she gets to know you. Trust me okay. You have nothing to worry about.” You reassure him. He dips his head then picks it right back up. His eyes flicker down to your lips then your eyes.

“I trust you.”

“Good, I’d worry if you didn’t.” You hum, taking the opening to let your fingers caress over his lightly, just like he’d done so back in the study room. He chuckles then initiates your hands holding. Your right thumb and his left begin the ultimate thumb war. You both fight to the finish not wanting to lose.

“You’re cheating!”

“Gross...” Mindy takes a sip of her beer.

“What? It’s cute.” Tara slacks her jaw in shock.

“What are they five? A thumb war, really?” Mindy evaluates and gives her opinion as though this was a scary movie she was critiquing for the poor acting of the clueless character who couldn’t clearly sense the presence of the killer creeping up behind her.

“Mindy!” Chad sucks his teeth.

“Hey!” She pouts. “I’m just saying. Shouldn��t they be kissing instead of a thumb war or something? I can’t give my two cents now, but fine, it’s none of my business. To each their own I guess.”

“You’re unbelievable you know that, and quit fucking staring.” Chad greets his teeth as he calls her out.

“Like you fuckers weren’t all doing it earlier.”

“Well, we’re not anymore...so quit it. Alright, who's next? There will be a victor tonight and I’m making sure of it.” Chad clasped his hands together.

“That would be the love birds...who are about to kiss, holy shit. I knew it!” Mindy pointed to the cheesy movie scene happening a booth down from the group. They all whipped their heads around in time to watch a love story in the making. Their hearts warming as a nervous Ethan leaned in, gently planting a slow kiss on you. Chad whistled low enough so you wouldn’t hear him. He placed a hand over where his heart lay.

“That’s what I’m talking about people. Thank you god! I knew that kid had fucking game. Am I a matchmaker in the making or what?”

“Or something...” Mindy snickered. Chad frowned and flipped her off.

“Fuck you, Mindy!”

“Fuck you, Chad!”

“So who’s gonna go break them up...” Anika gave her two seconds of still being present in the moment. All heads looked back, watching as you and Ethan were too engrossed in each other's arms...and mouths. One hand locked into Ethan’s curls as he cupped one side of your face. Chad looked away, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Not it!”

“Not it!” “Not it!” “Not it!” “Not it!”

“Not it!” “Not it!”

“Shit!” Chad cursed. He looked back to your heavy but slow make out session, then to the monitor. A flash present over your name to indicate that it was your turn. “Anyone want an extra turn?” He clasped his hands. Two hands, Tara’s and Sam’s flew up, willing to fill in for the two clearly horny teenagers a booth down.

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janeyseymour · 2 months

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Personal and Professional- pt 3

Part 1. Part 2.

An anon asked for this! There's a backyard barbecue being held, and you're a bit hesitant because no one has seen you as the alternative woman that you are outside of school. They also don't know about you and Melissa.

WC: ~2.3k

Janine is organizing a backyard barbecue at Barbara’s house for the Abbott crew- and you are less than thrilled to be excited. It’s not that you don’t like your work crew, because that isn’t true; you’re dating one of them. It’s that you really would rather not have everyone commenting on your body and your… tasteful markings.

“C’mon, hun,” Melissa says softly as she lays with you that night. “I think it’ll be fun to let our hair down.”

“I really would rather not,” you sigh. “No one knows about my tattoos, and no one knows about us.”

“The tattoos aren’t a big deal- I think they’ll like to see that you aren’t as buttoned up as you like to play. And they don’t have to find out about us,” she smirks. “I can keep my eyes and my hands to myself when I want to- just like I do at school.”

“You came into my room today and ate me out during prep because you were too horny to focus on grading your kids’ last assignments,” you tell her.

“It takes two to tango,” she shrugs. “It was good though, wasn’t it?”

You push her off of you. “Shut up.”

“All I’m saying is, I can control myself if that’s what you’re worried about for this barbecue,” your girlfriend tells you.

So begrudgingly, you find yourself at this barbecue for the fourth of July. The redhead and you drive separately so as not to give anything away, and you arrive there far too quickly. When you pull up to the kindergarten teacher’s house, you’re impressed. You can smell the food cooking, you hear the music playing from the backyard, and you can hear your boisterous girlfriend already laughing it up with her work wife. You head into the fenced area after taking a deep breath.

“About damn time!” Melissa teases you as she winks from the pool. “I was starting to think you weren’t gonna show!”

She’s saying this to you playfully, but she really was worried you weren’t going to pull up to the party, especially since you’re arriving an hour later than her.

“I’m here, I’m here,” you chuckle nervously as you wrap your thin cardigan around your body subconsciously.

“Well what are you waiting for?” the redhead heckles you. “Grab a drink, and come on in!”

You know she absolutely loves to see you in your bathing suit, and she’s going to drool when she sees the tattoos that dance around your hips and ribcage. She won’t be able to contain herself.

“I’m actually good right now,” you chuckle. “But I’ll grab a drink. Mel, you want anything?”

“Just another beer,” she tells you.

Everyone else looks at you like you’re crazy for only asking the redhead. “Uh… anyone else?”

And that’s how you essentially become beer girl for the day. Finally, Barb has had enough.

“For the love of all things holy, Y/N,” she throws her arms in the air. “Let loose a little and show some skin! You have to dying in all those clothes!”

“I’m really okay,” you say softly as you wipe a bit of sweat from your brow.

“Sweetheart, if this is about body insecurities,” the kindergarten teacher tells you, although her words are a bit slurred at this point. “No one is going to care what you look like in a swimsuit.”

“I bet yo’ tasty ass looks a lot better in a bikini than it does in all your buttoned up outfits that match Barbara’s energy,” Ava comments.

“I’m not always buttoned up,” you roll your eyes. “I just like to maintain some sense of professionalism when I’m with coworkers.”

“You think we give a shit about professionalism?” your boss smirks. “I go out clubbin’ every weekend and see half the Abbott parents out too. Janine and Greg were out at a hookah bar and were grinding up on each other. I’ve seen Barb and Melissa get absolutely hammered at PECSA!”

“And I am known to have a few too many aperol spritzes from time to time!” Jacob cuts in.

“Come on, baby boo, show us what youse made of!” Ava goads you.

You take a deep breath before opening your eyes again. “You really wanna see what I look like outside of school?”

Melissa’s eyes widen and her brows creep up her face. You don’t shed any clothing, not yet- but you do open your bag and pull out your different jewelry. You expertly take out the clear stud in your nose to exchange it for a hoop. Your earrings are all put in. Even though it’s just a small change, you look like an entirely different person to them- all except Melissa, who loves seeing you like this. She licks her lips subconsciously.

“Damn!” Ava grins. “We got ourselves a hot little alt girl!”

You roll your eyes at that comment. “Give me a few minutes to go change, and I’ll come in the pool.”

The hostess gives you directions as to where the bathroom is, and you thank her before heading inside to change. You do before throwing your big ripped up band t-shirt overtop of your figure. If you’re going to stun them all, you might as well go all out. You tie your hair up into one of your messier buns before making sure that your ‘slut strands’ (because that’s apparently what the baby hairs that don’t make it into the bun are called) look as though they’re supposed to be there before heading back outside.

Your secret girlfriend’s eyes go wide as you make your way into the fenced in area. You swear you see the smallest droplet of drool escape her mouth as her eyes stay trained on you.

“Happy?” you ask your work friends.

“We’d be happier if you took off the hot t-shirt,” the principal smirks as she sips her seltzer.

With a roll of your eyes, you peel off the shirt, revealing all of the tattoos that you have.

“You have tattoos?” Janine is mesmerized.

You shrug as you slowly start to make your way into the pool. “Young Y/N mistakes.”

“They look amazing though! I’ve always wanted a tattoo, but I’m too scared that it’ll hurt or get infected or that I’ll-”

“You just have to find something that means something to you and brace yourself. And then it’s just simple aftercare. Not too bad at all.”

“Are we really gonna ignore the fact that our good little teacher is secretly an alternative hottie with a body?” Ava gestures to you wildly. “Like, damn girl. I knew you were fit, but I didn’t know you was gonna look like-”

“Enough,” you cut her off as you grab a float and situate yourself on it. You push yourself so that you’re close to Melissa, and she hangs off of your raft. “I don’t need my boss objectifying me.”

But she doesn’t get the hint- she never really does. And you can see the way that your girlfriend is getting more and more aggravated. Silently, you nudge her with your foot and shoot her a look, telling her to cool it.

You spend the afternoon in the pool before it’s time to start cooking some more food. Gerald comes out to take everyone’s orders, but you absolutely insist on helping to cook with him. It only seems right since they’re hosting, and you quite like to barbecue.

So you climb out of the pool. You can practically feel Ava’s eyes on you as your sun kissed skin glows. You wrap your towel around your body, and she’s immediately booing.

“Show that body, girl!” she tells you.

“I’m going to be grilling,” you roll your eyes. “I ain’t trying to barbecue myself.”

When you’ve deemed that you’re dry enough thanks to the sun still out and your closeness to the grill, you unwrap yourself from the towel. Ava cheers. Why is she always around? Her applause quickly dies though when you reach for your t-shirt and pull it over your head.

You continue to help Barbara’s husband, making small talk with him, when he asks you something that entirely throws you for a loop.

“So, you and Melissa?”

You look at him as though he has four heads. “What about it?”

“The two of you together or what?”

“What are you talking about?” you feign shock.

“I see the way she stares at you,” he shrugs. “And not the way that Ava is… there’s something there, even if you don’t know it yet.”

“I think you’re crazy,” you lie through your teeth.

“Barb thinks there’s something there too,” he tuts. “And that was before you revealed yourself to be little miss alt girl. Funnily enough, that’s exactly Melissa’s type.”

You roll your eyes. “We’re coworkers.”

“That ain’t stopping your boss from flirting with you,” he chuckles. “All I’m sayin is-”

“Is the food almost ready yet?” Melissa calls from her place in the pool. “And will you grab me another beer, hun?”

You don’t make a move, and Gerald laughs. “She ain’t callin’ me ‘hun’. That one’s all you.”

“Almost,” you call back. “And you just want another Yuengling?”

“Please!”

You grab the beverage, opening it up for her before making your way back towards the pool. She’s in the middle though, so you peel your shirt off again and make your way in to deliver it her.

“Body-ody-ody-ody-” the principal starts dancing, making quite a few splashes in the water.

“Ava!” Barbara tuts.

You roll your eyes as you climb back out of the pool and make your way back over to the grill, not wanting to hear how your boss will respond to being scolded.

Dinner is wonderful, it’s cleaned up, and then you find yourself back in the pool as the sun starts to go down and the moon starts to rise. Gerald comes out to light up the tikis that they have around the outside, and he waves.

“Alrighty, I’m heading in for the night, but it was wonderful to see you all again.”

“Thank you, dear,” Barbara blows him a kiss.

That leaves you and the rest of the Abbott crew to spend some time in the moonlight together. Somehow, the conversation leads to you and the less professional side that you’ve now shown them.

“So, when did you get your first tattoo?” Janine asks you.

“Three days after I turned eighteen,” you laugh as you float alongside your girlfriend. “Got my nose pierced the first weekend I went to college. My mom was so pissed.”

“Why?” Barbara of all people asks. “It’s an expression.”

“She hates them,” you roll your eyes. “Told me if I got tattoos and a nose ring, she’d kick me out of the house… she never did.”

Melissa chuckles. “Sounds like-”

“Sounds like what, Melissa?” Barb cuts her off with a raised eyebrow.

“Sounds like our generation,” your girlfriend states quickly. She’s thankful it’s dim, or everyone would’ve seen the panicked look on her face.

“Who carees?” Ava asks. “It’s fuckin’ hot. If I had known that you were hiding all of that under your stuffy attire, damn… I would’ve been hitting on you way more.”

“Which is why I wear what I wear at school,” you deadpan.

“I mean, really… my boyfriend and I would love to-”

“Enough,” your girlfriend practically hisses.

The entire crew looks to the redhead. “What’s got your panties in such a twist?”

“Just shut up. Stop talking about her like that,” Melissa tells your group. “Or else.”

“Or else what, Melissa?” Ava presses.

“Or else you’re gonna have to deal with Y/N’s girlfriend,” the redhead snaps. “Who just so happens to be me.”

You press your lips together in a fine line as you look anywhere but where your friends are floating around the pool.

They all immediately start questioning both you and the second grade teacher.

“What do you mean she’s your girlfriend?” a chorus of voices ask.

Only Barbara smirks. “I knew it.”

Melissa looks to you as she pulls you and your float in tight. “That’s right. Y/N is my girl, and y’all better stop ogling her before I throw youse in with the wolves at the zoo.”

“Mel,” you roll your eyes at her threat.

“I’m serious!” she hisses as she points a finger at Ava. “I know a guy who can make it happen, and I won’t hesitate to use him if you don’t stop drooling over my girl!”

“Since when has this been a thing?” Jacob asks. “If I had known you swung that way, Mel Mel… we would’ve been at Woody’s this whole time!”

“And that is why no one knew,” she rolls her eyes. “I’m past my days at Woody’s.”

“Well what about you, Y/N?” the middle school teacher asks. “You and me? Woody’s?”

“In your dreams, Hill,” you tease. “Maybe a more low key gay bar though.”

“So, when did this come about?” Barbara asks, quite interested. “I’ve been telling Melissa to go after you since you sauntered your way in- and that was before I knew you were a little alt girl- exactly her type.”

“Caught her at the grocery store one day,” Melissa shrugs. “We went out the next Monday… been together since.”

“It’s been, what? Four months?”

“Four months, two weeks, six days,” the redhead says casually. “And enjoying every moment of it.”

“Good on you,” Barbara cheers as she holds her drink in the air.

“So stop all your flirting with my girl, or there will be hell to pay, and I’ll make it look like it was an accident,” Melissa pointedly tells the group.

Ava puts her hands in the air in surrender before pursing her lips together. “What if both of you-”

“Ava!”

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ourautumn86 · 1 year

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Hi, love your ellie fics. Do you think you could write dom! reader x sub! Ellie? Xx

a/n; omg yessss!!!

cw; +18, MINORS DNI!!!, a lil’ bit of choking, hair pulling, bratty ellie, sub! ellie x dom! reader, ellie being mean, teasing, pent up sex, needy sex, finger fucking, cum eating, heavy make out, rough sex and treatment, multiple orgasms, scissoring, praise, hickeys, tit playing…

Just think about Ellie being all bratty for the last few days, always in a bad mood, angry since sunrise to sunset because you hadn’t touched her in what it seemed to be forever…

She was aching. Almost about to go down on her knees and beg for you to touch her, to fuck her.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it. How fucking good it felt when you fucked her open with your fingers, how hot it was when you’d praise her with every orgasm…

But you were always fucking busy. Always giving your full attention something or someone that wasn’t her. Like right now, where you were chatting up with Jesse as you two brushed your horses and prepared them for the night.

You were laughing about something. And Ellie knew that she shouldn’t be feeling this jealous, but she couldn’t help it, ‘cause you looked so fucking hot and it had been so long since she had really touched you that she felt like boiling in need to have you alone, just for herself.

Her thighs pressed together when she took a glimpse of your hands, of your fingers… Fuck, what she would do to have them inside of her…

She huffed, and in a swift movement she ‘accidentally’ pushed the bucket of water that Jesse was using to clean up the dirt on the horse’s equipment, making it fall and the water to pour all over his shoes and pants.

“Shit.” she muttered, and Jesse groaned.

You had to hide the smirk that was pulling from your lips. You knew what Ellie was doing. You had noticed the way she had been staring at you all day, how she’d snap at you every now and then to finally have you looking at her…

“Seriously Ellie? Wet socks?!” he cried out and Ellie scoffed.

“It’s only water man. Don’t be a pussy.”

“Not when it’s fucking snowing outside! I’m gonna loose my fucking toes.” he sighed, taking his jacket and leaving everything on its place to leave. “I’d better leave before the snow piles up and buries my wet feet.” he looked at Ellie with a squint, remarking those two words, blaming her, to what she simply rolled her eyes. “See you guys.” he said, and with that, he left the stables.

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t even looked at her through the whole process of tiding and cleaning up, or the whole way back home.

Well, not until the door fell shut behind Ellie’s back.

“Fucking brat.” you muttered, and Ellie —who was locking up for the night— turned to look at you, a frown on her face.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” she inquired, eyebrows raised in disbelief, to what you scoffed.

“I called you a brat. ‘Cause that’s what you are, a fucking brat.” you smirked. Ellie begged for you to not have noticed the way a shiver went down her spine. You did. “Acting up all fucking week just ‘cause I don’t look at you, baby? ‘Cause you need me?” you mocked her, and her face glowed in a furious red.

“Fuck you!” she spat, and you stepped closer.

“You wish.” you whispered, and she gasped when you pressed her against the door, one of your hands surrounding her neck, your other pressed in between her legs. “Look at you, soaking through your fucking pants just for being a little mean to you, isn’t that right baby? You like it when I put you on your place? When I show you some manners?” she tried and swallow the moan that ripped her throat, but with just a little more pressure on your grip she was falling apart, nodding.

“Yes, yes…” she begged, and you almost groaned.

“Fuck. Look at you. Its just getting a little rough with you and suddenly you’re such a good girl… So pretty all needy for me. What do you want baby?“

“You, fuck, your fingers…” she begged, and you hummed, quickly unbuckling her pants and pushing them down along with her underwear.

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely, hm? You’re not making it easy for me to not just fuck you right here and now.” you muttered against her neck, your lips latching to the now uncovered skin, since your hand had found it’s way into her hair and tugged to give you more space.

Ellie moaned when your fingertips fully dipped on her slick, instantly finding her clit.

“So fucking wet…”

“Shit y/n…” she cried out, her hands on your shoulders, hips stuttering.

“Yeah, that’s it… Open up for me baby.” you cooed as you pressed two of your fingers deep into her cunt.

It was not long before Ellie was desperately crashing her lips with yours, moaning on your mouth.

You chuckled, pulling away, and curling your fingers, making her moan.

“Someone was a little pent up, huh?” you mocked her, and Ellie whimpered, nodding. “Poor baby, so needy… Always so eager to take my fingers…” she couldn’t stop moaning at your relentless pace, fingers curling again and again against that soft spot that always seemed to fuck her up in the most perfect way. The sounds of her wet pussy were filling the apartment, the squelching of your fingers fucking into her and the sight of your palm being completely soaked brought red to her cheeks.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum…” she cried out, tugging on your hair as you kissed her neck, making you bite down into her flesh hard and making her let out the most beautiful moan you could ever hear.

“Yeah? You gonna come baby? Gonna make a mess of my fingers? Go ahead baby, wanna see you fucking fall apart.” she let out a scream as her thighs shook, her release coating your skin in warm white slick. You fucked her through it, helping her rode it out and increasing the intensity of her orgasm by rubbing her puffy clit.

You let go of her, pulling your fingers out of her tight messy cunt to suck on them, humming at the taste of her cum. She moaned, and pulled from your hair to kiss her, quickly pushing her tongue inside your mouth and melting at the thick slick on your own.

You kissed her deeply, and at one point you needed to pull away, groaning, ‘cause she wouldn’t stop moaning and letting out this little sweet and needy sounds, and it was making you fucking wet and horny.

“Fuck. You don’t know what you do do me…” you muttered when your eyes met her green hazy ones, glassed over and completely given into the pleasure that you brought her.

You were quick to pull her onto your double bed, helping her take off your tank top, leaving your chest now fully exposed to her hungry eyes.

She was kissing you as you undid your pants, Ellie being quick to finish up getting rid of her own clothes. You two were panting against the other, the sound of skin against skin and wet kisses echoing on the walls of your home. And soon after, Ellie was moaning, your cunts sliding against the other, her still sensitive clit bumping against your swollen one.

“Shit.” “Fuck.” the two of you hissed at the same time.

Maybe you too were a little pent up…

Ellie was gripping your hips as you grounded yourself on her, fucking her just like she needed, like only you could ever fuck her.

“That feel good baby?” you inquired and she nodded, too gone to be able to answer, to think. And how could she when you were fucking her like this; hips speeding up and tits being sucked at? “I bet it does… You’re dripping, hm? Pussy always so wet and pretty for me…” she moaned, and her hips snapped upwards to meet yours, making your clits harshly bump and a loud moan leave her lips. “Right there, hm?” you inquired, and she nodded when you harshly grounded your clit back against hers, making her tremble.

“Yes, yes, fuck, right there, don’t stop…” she cried out, and you sped up. “Gonna cum.” she sobbed, eyes squeezed shut and teary.

“Atta girl. Cum for me baby, gonna make you feel so good…” you promised, and she didn’t need much convincing, since she was falling apart underneath you; jaw slack, eyebrows furrowed and voice broken.

The sight of her cumming against your cunt was enough for you to gush all over hers, the slick sounds of your release as you two rode your orgasms filling the room along with your groans and panting.

After that fuck, Ellie even tried and bake a cake for Joel.

a/n; i love sub! needy ellie so much :(, would give her the fucking world.

hope you liked this anon!<3 (and everyone else as well)

see u guys soon, love you! xx

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cranberryjuice-posts · 3 months

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Do I make you nervous

Pairings: Abby Anderson x medic! Fem! reader

Abby stumbled into the medic tent. At first she was pissed because she had to hear an earful from Issac for ‘almost dying’ which she thought was total bullshit.

Then he yelled at her to get her act together before kicking her out the apartment complex and sending her down to the med bay.

There were some whispers here n there but Abby just ignored them; mainly focused on seeing her favorite medic. Normally Abby hated being in the infirmary but you for whatever reason made it more enjoyable.

—

She sat down on the cot and leaned back waiting for you to walk over. Once you did Abby felt as though she got the wind nocked out of her.

Your hair was pulled back like normal and your outfit was a simple tanktop and cargo pants.

Abby however noticed how your top fitted your figure and gave her not complaining a nice view.

“So what did you do this time” you started to grab some medical supplies while catching your breath.

“Who says it’s something I did” she gave a sarcastic smile but that didn’t seem to amuse you. Walking back to her you started to wrap her cut arm up.

“Well from what I hear Issac really went off on you” you chuckled and looked up at her teasingly. “You know for getting ambushed by infected, loosing your gun, oh and don’t forget slicing your forearm and face open but your right you didn’t do anything.

She groaned, with her freehand she rubbed her eyes. “Who snitched”

“Manny”

“Of course”

“So to ask again.. what did you do”

Abby just sighed, she tried to ignore the uncomfortableness of you stitching up her wound . “Nothing much to tell.. some bloater came out of now where, fucked up my gun— it’s dead now obviously but” she just shrugged.

You however weren’t buying it. “Annndd this” you lightly held up her arm that was half closed. Abby mumbled something that you couldn’t understand.

“What was That”

“I said I fell on my ass and sliced it open” Abby’s tone was filled with embarrassment.. at first she expected you to laugh but you just nodded. “Well I guess we cant all be Perfect huh.. expect for me of course”

Abby just chuckled and shook her head.. you soon finished cleaning her arm and wrapped it up before moving to her face .

You held Abby’s face with a certian care. Dabbing to wound Abby shifted around making you smile lightly. “You seem uncomfortable” setting down the cotton ball and picking up a bandaid as the cut wasn’t deep. You placed it on her cheek but dragged your thumb to her bottom lip. “Do I make you nervous Anderson”

“No” was all Abby could manage. It seemed like you two were about to kiss before manny busted into your tent.

“Ok so Issac— what happened” he chuckled seeing how you were moved across the room suddently taking Interest in how many bandages you had stocked up, he took note of Abby’s red face and he just gave her a thumbs up making her scowl. “Well like I was saying Issac wants you to take a week off so in his words ‘you can get rid of whatever’s making you fuck up and get your act together’ “

She just nodded, manny soon left and Abby followed suit however before she could leave you grabbed her arm.

“Careful Anderson you still need some medicine”

“What do You mean you already fixed me up? If you talking a pill or something just save it for someone else” Abby insisted however you pulled her down to your height and kissed her.

Abby grabbed your waist and lifted you up some so you were on your tippy toes as you both kissed. You both pulled away for some air. “Damn.. that’s good medicine” she panted with a smile. “Got anymore”

You smiled back “Nuh uh Abby medicine is scarce you can’t be greedy” she just laughed and kissed you again.

—

Abby turned to leave but walked up behind you and grabbed your waist again befote whispering in your ear. “Come by tonight Kay.. I’m gonna need a lot more medicine you know because of my arm n shit” she kissed your neck and laughed as you pushed her away.

“I just said don’t be greedy” jokingly you shoved her out of your section in the infirmary.

Twking a break from all that damn angst I’ve been writing (there’s a shit ton in my drafts)

#Spotify #lesbian #wlw #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tlou

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themultifandomgal · 5 months

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Tommy Shelby- Expecting

Keeping mine and Tommys relationship a secret wasn't something I wanted to do. I wanted us to be official, but Tommy had other ideas. Instead we would sneak into each others bed at night. All hell broke loose though when I found out I was with child. At first Tommy didn't believe me that it was his, then he told me that he didn't want to settle down and have a family. Offered to find a good doctor to do an abortion. I refused and now I'm known at the Watery Lane Whore. Anger however bubbles inside of me when Tommy announces his relationship with Grace and that they were expecting.

I walk through the door of the Garrison and the first thing I see is her smiling and laughing with Tommy and his family. I roll my eyes and turn around wanting to leave when John calls me over

"YN! Come join us, we're celebrating"

"No thank you John" I glance over to Tommy who's got his arm around Grace "not in the mood"

"Hey wait" John runs over to me "how's the baby?" he asks with genuine concern

"Fine"

"Fuck YN whatever you and Tommy are fighting about now just put it to bed for one fucking nought to celebrate"

"Only if you knew what we are fighting about. Look I'm gonna go. Enjoy" as I leave I hear John say

"If I ever find the fucker who did this to her..." little does he know his own brother is the fucker that he won't do shit to. As I walk the streets to get home I'm called a number of names because I'm pregnant out of marriage, but would anyone dare say the same thing to Grace? No because she's with Tommy. The bitch that tried to get Tommy killed is now having his baby and engaged. It's like he's been brainwashed. Ignoring the comments I get home, deciding to go to bed early.

Over the next few weeks I stay as far away from the Shelby's, that is until I hear a knock on my front door. Groaning I get off the sofa, putting my book down on the coffee table and walk to the front door. I open it up not expecting to see Tommy stood there looking disheveled, but here he is

"Can I come in?" he asks sheepishly which is very unusual for Tommy. I cross my arms and frown looking at him

"I don't know. Why are you here"

"She lied. The whole time Grace was lying to me" still frowning YN doesn't say anything but continues so look at Tommy "YN please let me explain" In YNs mind she goes back at to about what she should do. Let Tommy in and talk, or close the door on him and never speak to him again.

Ending 1- YN and Tommy end up together

Wanting her child to know their father, YN sighs letting Tommy into her house. He walks in and takes off his shoes knowing YN hates mud being brought into the house. Not uttering a word, YN walks into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. Tommy walks in behind her also not saying anything

“So. Gonna explain?” YN finally says crossing her arms and turning to look at Tommy

“YN I fucked up”

“Tell me about it” YN mutters

“Grace wasn’t pregnant. Never was. She was helping the copper, get close to me the kill me”

“And why should I believe you?”

“You have no reason to. I get that. But I’m sorry. I really liked.. like you YN and I let that bitch cloud my judgment. When you told me you were pregnant I freaked out. I spoke to Grace about it and she told me shit about you. Said you weren’t actually pregnant with my child, said she saw you with another man. That’s why I didn’t believe you. I was hurt”

“You you don’t think I was? I could have dealt with you not wanting a family, I could have even dealt with you just not wanting to be with me. Yes it would have hurt, but not as much as finding out you were happy to settle with Grace”

“Your right. I’m a fucking dick for that and I’m sorry” this catches YN off by surprise. Tommy never apologises. Yet here he is apologising to her “YN I promise you I will do everything I’m my power to make it up to you” thinking about it YN decides to give him a chance.

Over the next few years YN forgives Tommy, they end up getting married and having more children together.

Ending 2- YN leaves Tommy alone and moves away

“I’m sorry Tommy. I can’t. You hurt me more than I ever thought could be possible. I could have dealt with you not wanting a family, I could have even dealt with you just not wanting to be with me. Yes it would have hurt, but not as much as finding out you were happy to settle down with Grace”

“YN she was never pregnant please let me explain”

“No Tommy. I’m moving away tomorrow. I will tell our child that their father was a good man, but couldn’t look after us. When they’re 18 they can choose whether they come to see you. Until then, this is goodbye” YN closes the door in front of Tommy and heads up to her bedroom for the final time here in Watery Lane.

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harlowsbby · 7 months

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Snooze

“I can’t lose when I’m with you.” - Sza

“Here you go cheating again this is why I can’t play simple games like Uno with you.” You pouted and tossed down the card games while Jack laughed.

The two of you were in New York City for the weekend, Jack had a few things to take care of but by the amount of rain all of his meetings were called off for the day which you were secretly happy about because all you wanted to do was stay inside and watch endless movies with him.

“You wanna play another board game Jack? Or do you wanna do something else.” You stated as you went ahead and put back the Uno cards.

“Whatever you wanna do baby it doesn’t matter to me.” He smiled as he leaned back into the bed his chain hanged loosely on his bare chest and his gray sweats hung loosely on his waist.

“Anything?” You smirked and his eyebrow raised in confusion. “What are you planning in that head of yours?”

“What about I give you a little makeover?” You asked him and before he could say anything you were digging through your luggage for your makeup bag.

Once you found it you sat on top of him, his hands kept your steady as you placed the makeup bag beside him before getting out your tweezers and a few pimple patches and placing them on his chest.

“What’s all this?” He asked as you held up the tweezers. “These are tweezers and I’m gonna help you shape up your eyebrows a bit they look a bit wild right now.”

His eyebrows immediately furrowed together. “Uh I don’t think so baby, I’m a man I don’t need my eyebrows all shaped up and shit what do I look like?” You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You act like I’m going to fill them in I’m just plucking a few hairs at the top that have been bugging me that’s all, I’m not shaping them or anything you’ll still be looking like a damn squirrel.” You joked and he pinched your hips making you hiss.

“What was that for?” You groaned and leaned forward so you’d be able to see the hairs you needed to pluck. “For being a smart ass.” Surprisingly he was very quiet and wasn’t moaning and groaning while you were doing his eyebrows.

“Now that we’re done with that I’m gonna apply these pimple patches to a few of your friends I’ve seen growing on your face.” He gasped.

“That wasn’t very nice babe.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Oh well you’ll be fine.”

Jack watched as you stuck your tongue out due to you concentrating. He found so much joy and comfort in doing little silly things like this with you. He never thought in a million years he’d be laid up with someone as special as you.

You’re the only person he’d allow to pluck his eyebrows even though he didn’t really enjoy it or that it made him feel manly, as long as it brought you enjoyment and entertainment he’d do it a million times more.

“There you go.” You smiled and nodded in approval at the pimple patches.

“How long do these stay on my face?” He asked you. “You keep them on overnight.” You stated and the two of you sat there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes till your stomach rumbled.

“You hungry?” Jack laughed and reached out for the menu that had everything room service had to offer. “Just a little.” You mumbled shyly.

“What do you want to eat.” You took the menu out his hands. “You wanna get chicken strips and fries?” He nodded his head. “Sounds good to me baby. What are we gonna do till it gets here?”

“I can give you a little facial? With a few of my skincare products.” He nodded his head and leaned back into the pillow as you started getting your products ready.

“I’m gonna apply this green tea mask to your skin it’s supposed to clear up pores and give you glass type skin.”

“Sounds good babe.” You gently applied the mask along his cheeks, forehead and chin. “Now I’m gonna place these little under eye ask under your eyes they help with the puffiness.”

“You’re saying I got baggy eyes now? Last time I checked people giving facials didn’t point out their clients insecurities.” He joked and you slapped his chest slightly.

“Oh just hush I’m helping you get a little 24 hour glow up you should be happy I’m not charging you any interest.” He couldn’t help but to burst into a fit of laughter.

“You’re silly baby you know that.”

“Hmm whatever.” The two of you were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Room service.”

“Jack can you get the door.” His eyes widened. “Baby I’m not going up there with all of this on my face ain’t no way.” You pouted. “All I have on is these little shorts and a tank top do you really want him to see me like this.” You stated and Jack sighed.

“Fine, you’re lucky I love you.” You giggled as he stood up and made his way towards the door.

“Room service for Jack Har-.” The guy stopped talking as he did a double take on Jack. “You’re girl?” He questioned with a slight laugh.

“What gave it away.” Jack mumbled. “The heart shaped pimple patches.” He pointed out and Jack groaned but took the food and made his way back to you.

“Heart shape pimple patches really babe?” You shrugged your shoulders and snatched a fry.

“What? It’s all I had but come on let’s eat I’m starving.” You grabbed your food and started digging in.

Jack would never admit it but he liked being pampered from time to time. Even though you tended to be a pain at times he wouldn’t want his life to be any other way. He knew with you by his side he could never lose.

(Hope you guys enjoy 💘 this will be my last little fluff for a bit I need to get back to the angst sorry y’all 💀)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n

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joelsgreys · 9 months

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a safe haven l chapter eight sneak peek

A/N: it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted an official sneak peek for this series. I was kind of surprised that most people voted for a snippet of this one, I really thought it would be the PD fic. But I’m glad that this lil series of mine is still one people want to read. There’s a few people out there rooting for these babies and to those few people: thank you for motivating me to see this one through to the end. Few more chapters to go!

*this is from the beginning of the chapter before shit starts to hit the fan so let’s enjoy the good while it lasts! also, I made sure to post a hefty snippet because this chapter is going for 9k 👀

“The water isn’t too hot, is it?” You asked, running the wet washcloth over his chest and neck, careful not to take it near his bandaged shoulder. Leaning over the side of the tub, a lock of hair fell loose out of your ponytail and Joel was quick to lift his hand out of the water, tucking it behind your ear.

“It’s perfect,” he murmured, his hand grazing your cheek, the water dripping off of his arm landing on your blouse, soaking through the material. “Looks like you’re gonna have to take that shirt off, Peach. I got you wet,” Joel couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his own terrible innuendo.

“Unbelievable! I just pulled a bullet out of you, and you’re already thinking of getting me naked?” You teased him with a little giggle. “Oh and by the way I hope you know that there will be none of that for a while, not until you’re all healed up. Got it?”

His face fell. “You serious? But you said it could be four to six weeks until my shoulder heals—how am I supposed to go that long without touchin’ you?”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to survive, Miller.”

Joel grumbled incoherently under his breath.

Chuckling, you leaned over and pressed a delicate kiss to his right temple. Your lips lingered over the small jagged scar, causing him to shudder slightly.

“You were right about Ellie,” You murmured softly against his skin. “You were right to warn me about her.”

He frowned. “She confronted you ‘bout us?”

Pulling away from him, you nodded.

“Earlier at the stables, before Tommy showed up.”

Joel grimaced.

“Might regret askin’ this, but what did she say?”

You chewed nervously on your bottom lip.

“She wants me to leave Luke.”

He raised an eyebrow. “She did? What else did she say?”

“That the three of us could be a family. She said it wasn’t that complicated—all I had to do was pack up my things, take off the ring and leave him. Said I could move in here with you two.” You paused to let out a small, breathless laugh. “I told her I would love that more than anything in the world, but that it’s not possible. I can’t leave him.”

His jaw clenched. “Because he won’t let you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh again.

Like father, like daughter.

Joel and Ellie were cut from the same damn cloth.

“Joel, I love you. And I love Ellie, too. You two have made me so, so happy,” You told him, softly. “Ever since I met you both, something in me changed. It was like I had forgotten what it felt like to love, and to be loved. That part of me, I thought it was dead and buried, but you two brought it back to life.”

“You belong with us, Peach. Your place is with us. Your home is with us, not with Luke.”

“I know,” You whispered. “I know that, Joel.”

Joel sat up straight in the tub, wincing slightly. He was really starting to feel the pain in his shoulder.

“Joel, stop. Come on, you need to take it easy.”

Placing your hands on his chest, you tried to push him back, but Joel’s hand reached up and caught one of your wrists, his fingers curling around it.

“Whatever you’re afraid of—”

“Joel, please,” You whispered, thickly. “Don’t.”

“You ain’t gotta be afraid, baby. I can protect you. I can keep you safe.” His thumb lightly caressed the thin, delicate skin on the inside of your wrist as his eyes met yours. “I can keep you safe. I wouldn’t let anythin’ bad happen to you. Neither would the kid. She loves you too damn much.”

You swallowed back the lump in your throat.

Lifting your wrist, Joel planted a gentle kiss on the inside of it, your pulse strong under his lips.

“Me and Ellie, you’ll be alright with us.”

A long, heavy sigh escaped you. “I know that.”

“Then? What’s stoppin’ you?”

You sighed again.

“Just—just give me time so I can figure things out, okay? If I have it my way, I’ll be living here with you and Ellie before winter comes around.”

#;ash #;a safe haven #fic: ash #fic: a safe haven #ash sneak peek

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morningberriesao3 · 2 months

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Guys,

I just hit HALF A MILLION WORDS published on my AO3. It feels surreal?!?!?!? that I wrote that many words, and also a huge accomplishment as someone who picks up hobbies and abandons them before seeing them through LOL

Anyway, huge shoutout to everyone who reads my work, especially those who leave kudos and comments, and those who like and reblog here on tumblr, too. I’ve made a lot of friendships bc of this fandom and fic writing, and it’s been such a fulfilling hobby to fill my free time. (End Oscars speech)

Anyway, below the cut is an excerpt from my most recent fic, Love the Way It Hurts So Deep which is a part 2 to Hate the Way It Feels So Good. I mean, I posted it as a second chapter instead of it’s own fic, but it’s 17K words and was supposed to stand alone initially.

CW: enemies to lovers but they’re ACTUALLY enemies, a lot of dub con content even though i promise they both want what’s happening more than anything, violence, spit kinks, maybe even blood kinks?!?!? idk just think of all the sadist and masochist shit and stuff it into this fic and that’s what it is.

18+ only

For the hundredth time tonight, Eddie trails his eyes over Steve in appreciation. But his soul is shining through his irises again, and there’s something else hiding inside of him that Steve can’t put his finger on. “You gonna tell me who put their hands on you now?”

“No.” Steve shakes out his fuzzy head, tries to push through the fog inside of it. “I mean, you don’t know them. Seriously.”

“Them?”

Steve stares into Eddie’s face as his features crumple within it. A million different emotions flutter on it, but it ultimately lands on something that looks like outrage.

“They won’t bother me again,” Steve says, because he has the urge to calm Eddie down. Make him feel better—even though he wasn’t the one who was tortured in a secret Russian base. His words seem to work, just a little, as Eddie bites back whatever it was he was going to say, and starts to pull his boxers back off. “Why? Are you jealous?”

Steve snaps his lips shut a little too late, the question falling out of him before he has the chance to realize he doesn’t really want to ask it.

Eddie pauses for a few long seconds, his boxers shoved halfway down his thighs. His eyes tick up to Steve’s, rimmed in wide white, making them seem too large for his face. “Yes, Steve, I’m jealous.”

It sounds like sarcasm.

He kicks off his shorts, his hands rubbing the tight skin under his navel, then the patch of hair that Steve wants to bury himself in, then down to his balls. His fingers wrap around them, give them a tug.

Steve stares unabashed—he figures Eddie’s doing it for his sake, anyway. Touching himself—putting himself on display—so he can watch the way Steve turns dumb and the way his cock leaks against his abdomen. Proof that he’s too wildly affected by just Eddie’s presence, just the visuals, just the thought of their bodies rolling together.

His lips get loose again, like the Truth Serum is back in his system. “Because you care about me?”

The muscles feather on Eddie’s jawline. He slowly crawls onto the bed, between Steve’s legs. He hovers there, not quite low enough for their bodies to touch the way Steve wants, but his hair fans around the sides of Steve’s face as he cranes his neck down.

“Because I fucking hate you.” Eddie’s hand is suddenly around Steve’s neck, squeezing against his airways tight enough that Steve’s grip flounders against the blankets, enough that he gasps in shock, but also for the air that is evading him. “You made my life a living hell, Harrington. I’m jealous because I should have been the one to make you bleed.”

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cgsf · 6 months

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Men's Hockey (RPF) fanfiction recs — Leon/Matthew {Part 2}

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"wondering how many times can a heart melt" 🔒 (E) by slowboat | 2,551 | Wet lips parted, neck pink from beard burn. Head thrown back into the pillow but still watching Leon from under half-closed lids like Leon’s the Second Coming of Christ, like it’s detrimental for Matthew to keep his eyes on him, like he, too, is desperately trying to commit the view to memory.

"wrong when it's right" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 8,172 | Leon is drunk. Which—glancing around the locker room—plenty of guys aren’t sober, and for that matter Matthew isn’t either, but Leon is among the drunkest. Maybe the drunkest. Not sloppy, really, but it’s obvious in his loose movements and the way he smiles. And to think, Matthew thought he was going to forget how much he knew about Leon’s body.

"linger" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 71,255 | Matthew doesn’t fuck people who hate him, and he doesn’t fuck hockey players, and he doesn’t fuck alphas. He definitely doesn't fuck alphas when he's in heat. Except for, apparently, Leon Draisaitl.

"punch-drunk" 🔒 (E) by isozym | 3,142 | “Maybe I have a big secret crush on you,” Matthew says with a smile. “On pace for a hundred and forty points, so hot.” “Bullshit,” Leon snorts. His hand drops lower and squeezes Matthew’s ass. “You got me,” Matthew says. “I looked at you and figured your dick was big and uncut and would fit good in the back of my throat.”

"press my head between your shoulder blades" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 13,559 | Leon brings a boy home to Mallorca with him. It was supposed to be some cross between a sexcation and a romantic getaway. Somehow, it turns out better. And more embarrassing for... mostly for Leon.

"Stud" 🔒 (E) by the_pole_position | 959 | "What the fuck?" Brady said, looking over at him in concern. Then, once he spotted Matthew's flaming cheeks, suspicion. "What did you do." It wasn't even a question that he'd done something, which was fair.

"dim the lights and think of you" 🔒 (E) by allthatsings | 2,039 | “Come home with me.” “What?” It’s warmups and Matthew Tkachuk is leering at Leon from the other side of the red line.

"the first law of motion" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 5,568 | Matthew finishes brushing his teeth and spits in the sink. From this close, he smells like sweat, sex, the mint of his toothpaste. “I’m gonna shower too,” he says, reaching for the waistband of the basketball shorts he put on just to come in here, like Leon wasn’t riding his cock half an hour ago. “You staying?” It’s a rhetorical question. Even so, Leon wonders what would happen if he gave the wrong answer.

"your temporary touch" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 5,462 | Leon didn't even want to go to Florida.

"contact high" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 10,065 | So, something is wrong with him. Obviously. Leon’s never heard of anything like this, of feeling overheated and overwhelmed and out of control over your own body. Matthew touching him seems to fix it, though. If Leon were in his right mind, he’d hate that.

"Odour" 🔒 (E) by CoffeeHound91 | 32,201 | Matthew is a Null. He thinks that makes him nothing. Leon disagrees.

"i don't speak german but i can if you like" 🔒 (E) by wheelsnipecellysboys | 3,355 | “Ich spreche kein Englisch, du trottel.” “Woah,” Matthew says unintelligently, putting his hands up in surrender. “Holy shit, what is that? German? Swedish? Fuck.” He slides his martini glass away and grabs the one that this man had bought him, fingers picking at the olives again. “That’s hot.”

"Crowd Pleaser" 🔒 (E) by Helenish | 3,662 | “Best you ever had,” Matthew said once, because he was a dick.

"Wildcard" 🔒 (E) by wearemany | 21,124 | “Anything this guy wants,” he yells, tilting his head towards Draisaitl, “I’m buying.”

"roughed up in the afterglow" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 5,553 | "Fuck," Matthew says, and laughs again, a dry nothing of a sound. "Why is this so awkward?" "I don't know," Leon says, and lets his shoulders drop, shoves his knuckle into his eye. "Jesus."

"follow you down" 🔒 (M) by foundfamily | 11,739 | “Who’s looking after you?” Leon bristles. “Nobody. I’m a grown man.” “I could come out for a few days.” Leon waits for the punchline, sure he must be joking, but Matthew stays quiet, lets the offer linger.

"static" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 1,392 | It all happens on autopilot: punching in an address into Uber, sliding into a backseat, walking over a threshold. One minute he was on the ice, watching the puck go into an empty net as Matthew yanked on his stick, holding him back; the next he was here, standing in Matthew’s bedroom, goosebumps dotting his skin. Even in Florida, he's cold.

"pull me closer (we ain't ever getting older)" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 11,503 | Here's what Leon knows about Matthew Tkachuk: He's annoying to play against, especially for a freshman. Especially for a true freshman. He got in a shoving match in an exhibition game against Acadia. He's top on his team in points, and he's going to be a top-ten pick in the upcoming draft. Doesn’t help that he plays for Leon’s biggest rival. His name is getting thrown around for Hobey contention, and Leon can’t take some freshman winning the award he's wanted two years running.

"push-pull" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 2,765 | Matthew can’t help glancing at Leon’s thumb, at the path it's tracing as it dips under the hem of his sleeve. It’s a casually possessive gesture, staking out a square inch of territory. It puts him in mind of two months ago, when they were sitting on the couch at Leon’s place, drinking the beers Leon offered before they got down to the reason Matthew was there; Leon’s arm had draped over the back of the couch, his fingers resting in the notch of Matthew’s shoulder in a way they had never done before, and Matthew had sat there, fist choking the neck of his beer bottle as he tried not to go crazy from wanting to pull away from it. From wanting more of it.

"Bad Habit" 🔒 (M) by ClaraxBarton | 2,295 | Matthew was angry, horny and lonely. Not a great combination in his hometown, during an event that threw an even bigger spotlight on him than usual in a town that was absolutely a hockey town, no matter what people wanted to say. So, his usual go-to for getting rid of the angry, horny, lonely feelings - hooking up with a stranger - was problematic in a lot of ways. Not the least of which was finding the time between all of the everything he had to do.

"Bloodletting" 🔒 (M) by Helenish | 3,781 | They’d been happy. They’d won a lot of hockey games together.

"make this bed get squeaky" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 8,674 | The Oilers win their series against the Flames and Leon feels like he deserves a reward. Showing up at Tkachuk’s house for a booty call feels like the natural next step.

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More to be added.

#fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fic recs #ao3 #mens hockey rpf #mattdrai #leon draisaitl x matthew tkachuk #leon x matthew

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justagalwhowrites · 10 months

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Lavender No Outbreak AU - Ch. 2

You and Joel have a conversation. A continuation of Lavender No Outbreak AU Ch. 1 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT! I'm not gonna get into detail, it's smutty guys. Just lean into it. Discussion of pregnancy. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Length: 6.6k

Joel’s grip was so loose on you that you took your arm back and left him there, staring where you’d been standing. You went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from a catering tray, and ducked into a bathroom. You rinsed your mouth out before sitting on the toilet lid and chugging the rest of the water, trying to make yourself take full, deep breaths and not dissolve into a state of panic. The band was still playing outside, an occasional loud laugh made its way through the walls to your little panic room. It was strange, that life was just going on for everyone else and everything had ground to a halt for you.

You finished the water and rinsed your mouth out with the Listerine from your purse before you took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

Joel was standing there, leaning against the wall next to the door, making you jump.

“Sorry,” he said. His eyes kept drifting to your stomach. “Wasn’t trying to scare you…”

“Let me find Cass,” you said, crossing one arm protectively in front of yourself, holding on to your elbow. “Then we can go and… Talk.”

“Yeah.”

Cassie knew what happened the second she saw you, her eyebrows drawing together. She pulled you into a quick hug.

“Text me,” she said, giving you a squeeze. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” you squeezed her back.

Joel opened your door for you but the drive was quiet. You chewed your lower lip and fidgeted with the hem of your sweater.

“We could go to that coffee shop you like,” he said after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.

“Sure,” you said, glancing at him. His jaw was tight, his hand on the wheel tense. Your stomach twisted.

You were both silent again, your arms crossed over your stomach, covering the gnawing hollowness at the center of you. You could practically see Joel’s wheels turning and it was exactly what you didn’t want. There wasn’t a problem here for him to solve, you didn’t WANT his help, you didn’t WANT him thinking shit through. You bit your lip.

He tried to order for you at the coffee shop but you cut him off when he started to say “iced lavender latte.”

“Just a decaf coffee,” you said quickly. He frowned and you shrugged. “Caffeine.”

“Right…”

You sat down at the same table you’d been at when you’d first met him. You wondered if he remembered that, too. Probably not.

“So you’re…” he began.

“Yeah.”

“And…” he paused, looking at his coffee cup on the table. He turned the paper cup in his big hand, back and forth. “And you’re sure it’s mine? It’s… it’s been a few months…”

That stung. ‘It’s been a few months.’ Did that mean he’d moved on? At least to fucking someone else? As though it was perfectly reasonable to expect that after three years together…

“It’s yours,” you replied.

He took a deep breath.

“OK,” he said, nodding slowly. “OK, we can figure…”

“There doesn’t need to be a we,” you replied, watching him from across the table. “I’m not here because I want or need your help, Joel, I’m here because telling you is the right thing to do. But I don’t need anything from you.”

He frowned.

“You don’t…”

“I don’t want your help,” you replied. “I can leave you off the birth certificate, if you want. Or we can figure something out where they visit you or you visit them when they’re big enough. Whatever you’re comfortable with. But I have a plan and I don’t need your help.”

“What’s your plan?” He asked, still frowning.

“I’m finishing the extra classes I’m taking this semester,” you said. “So that will be off my plate. I’m due in late March or early April - haven’t had the ultrasound yet but that’s the current estimate. I’ve got good health insurance and maternity leave at school. My expenses have been pretty low the last few years because I’ve been living with Nan so I’ve got what I didn’t spend on school in savings. I haven’t… Nan doesn’t know yet, so I might need to work out a new place to live but that’s doable and Louisa said I can stay with her for a bit if there’s a snag…”

“What do you mean if there’s a snag?” He asked.

“Well Nan’s Nan,” you shrugged. “Don’t see her being thrilled about any of this. If she throws me out I wanted to have options…”

“You really think she’d do that?” He looked upset. Mad, almost. “After you moved back there to take care of her…”

“She’s going to say I’m making the same mistakes as my mother,” you said. “And she’s going to be pissed about it, I don’t blame her. Once she figures out she’s not going to be saddled with another kid she didn’t want I think she’ll warm up a bit but I’m not sure how it’s going to go before that. So I have a plan.

“Anyway, when school starts up again in the fall, Louisa’s got an in at a day care close to campus,” you said. “I’ll be able to go by on lunch…”

“How are you going to handle medical school with a baby?” He asked. “Especially on your own?”

“I’m not,” you laughed, looking at him like he was crazy. “Joel, medical school is off the table for now. I’m finishing the premed degree because I’m almost done with it and this semester is already paid for but medical school isn’t going to happen for years, if it happens at all.”

“No,” he shook his head. “No, the whole… You can’t just not go…”

“Yes I can,” you shrugged. His jaw was clenched. “Look, it’s not like it’s some big tragedy. So I don’t go to medical school, there’s one fewer doctor in the world, so what? I like teaching, I think I’m good at it. It’s fine if I’m a teacher for the rest of my life…”

“But it’s not what you want,” he was watching you.

You shrugged.

“Not about me anymore,” you said. “I’m not going to do what my parents did. This is my child, I love them. I’m going to put them first.”

He ran his hands through his hair and looked up at the ceiling for a moment.

“How did this happen?” He asked, looking back at you, sounding mad again.

“I mean, you were there for the important part of that,” you laughed a little. “Think you’d know…”

“No,” he shook his head. “No, you were on the pill…”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “But it’s not 100% effective, especially when you don’t always use it right and I’ll be the first to admit I’m not as responsible as I should be when I’m away from home. I took it late a few days, missed it twice…”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he was staring at the coffee cup in his hand on the table. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this…”

He sounded so full of regret it made your chest hurt. You knew full well that you weren’t together anymore, that he’d never intended to have a family with you but he’d loved you once. Was having a child with you really that abhorrent of an idea?

You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath to keep from crying.

“I know that,” you said, voice thick. “But this is happening. It’s not going to be like it was with Sarah’s mom. You don’t need to change anything about your life. You can never see me again if you don’t want…”

“I’m supposed to just pretend like my kid isn’t across the country?” He asked.

“If you want to,” you replied. “Or you can visit, like I said. I can send them to you, I wouldn’t keep them from you if you wanted to be involved. I’m just… I don’t want your money, I don’t want your time. You have no obligation to me. I made this call without you so I’m going to handle it without you…”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he said again. “It wasn’t supposed to work like this…”

“Yeah,” you said, inches away from crying. “So you’ve said. Figure out what it is you want to do and just… I don’t know, call if you want to meet them.”

You got up from the table before you lost control and left the coffee shop, walking back to your hotel alone.

Monday, October 20, 2003

“So when are you telling your grandmother?” Louisa was sitting on a lab table in your classroom as you packed up the last of your things for the day.

“Maybe next week?” You shrugged. “I think I’ve had enough heartbreak for a few days…”

“You really think it’s going to go that badly?” She asked.

“Well,” you put your bag on your shoulder and took one last look around your classroom to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything. “I didn’t think telling Joel would be that bad and we both know how that one went…”

Louisa had picked you up from the airport Sunday afternoon. The second you were in her car, you started crying, sobbing into her shoulder about everything that happened with Joel.

“Oh Sweetie,” she put her arms around you in the airport loading zone. “It’ll be OK. I promise, it’ll be OK.”

“And you really think your grandmother is going to go worse than that?” Louisa asked. “Because I’ll be honest, that sounded brutal.”

“I was a dumbass,” you sighed as you went to the hall and closed your classroom behind you. “I should have known better. I went in expecting to talk to Joel, my boyfriend for some stupid reason, not my ex who had a perfectly reasonable reaction to finding out he was going to be tied to me in some way for the rest of his life.”

“He should be so lucky,” Louisa muttered. You glared at her. “What? You’re a catch.”

“I’m basically a step above a teen mom at this point,” you rolled your eyes. “Think we need to downgrade my stock a bit.”

You heard a student call your name on the way out of the building.

“Can I please do extra credit?” A junior, Amanda, ran up to you, her lab paper in her hands. “I know it’s just a B but it’s still a B and my mom is going to freak out if I don’t bring home at least an A minus…”

“She’s going to get mad over a B?” You raised your eyebrows. She scrunched her nose and nodded. You sighed. “Well we don’t want that, do we?” You thought for a second. “Alright, here’s the deal. There are notes on that paper, fix the things that need improvement and resubmit it by the end of the week AND hang back after school on Wednesday to help me clean the lab equipment. The freshmen are doing frog dissection that day. Do both well and we’ll see how close that gets you to an A. Sound good?”

“You’re a lifesaver,” she hugged you and you laughed for a second before patting her back a few times. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

She broke away from you and took off toward the student parking lot. You watched her go for a moment, waiting until she was out of earshot before turning to Louisa.

“And that is the kind of mom I will not be,” you said. Louisa snorted.

“It’s a low bar but I think you can clear that,” she clapped you on the shoulder and you laughed as you walked to the employee parking lot, opening the door with your hip.

“I will take that…” your voice died in your throat as you froze, barely through the doors.

“Oh shit,” Louisa said, stopping beside you. “Is that…”

“Yeah,” you breathed.

Joel was standing there, leaning against his truck, hands in his pockets.

“Hey, Baby.”

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Driving across the country alone was fucking exhausting. He felt like he could fall asleep standing up. Seeing you made it worth it, though.

He’d stayed at the coffee shop staring at where you’d been sitting for longer than he cared to admit. He hadn’t realized you’d left at first. Thought maybe you’d gone to the bathroom or stepped outside for air or… fucking something besides just leaving. He’d have stopped you if he knew you were leaving.

By the time he realized you were gone it felt far too late to follow you.

You clearly wanted space. Fuck, it seemed like you wanted nothing to do with him at all. Everything you talked about, everything you laid out was just a way to make sure he wasn’t anywhere near you. Almost like you were desperate to never see him again.

He thought about going by your hotel room - he was pretty sure he could remember which one you’d come out of when he’d picked you up - or just calling you. Repeatedly. But if you really wanted nothing to do with him, he should just leave you the fuck alone.

So, he went home. And drank. More than he was proud of.

How could he have done this again, to you of all people? Not that he was fucking anybody else - not that he even had the drive to fuck anybody else - but fuck, how had he not learned his goddamn lesson after Sarah’s mom?

He and Lauren had just been having fun but the condom broke and she decided against an abortion. But she seemed to resent Joel for every second of motherhood she endured before she left. She snapped one afternoon. Sarah was five months old and had just started teething. She was crying constantly, clearly miserable and in pain, and Lauren was miserable too.

“It’s going to be alright,” Joel tried to tell her as he held their screaming daughter. She rounded on him.

“No, it’s not!” She snapped. “It’s not going to be OK! This is my fucking life now! Diapers and spit-up and fucking Sesame Street! There was shit I wanted to DO and it wasn’t this.”

She was gone a week later.

Joel didn’t want that for you. He’d refused to be the thing that ruined your life, refused to be the thing you resented.

And yet, there he was. Drinking on his couch because he’d fucked your life up.

He was still on the couch when Sarah came home the next morning.

“Hey there sleepy,” she shook him awake, her head cocked to the side. “Looks like you had a fun night.”

“Sure,” he sat up, blinking the sleep and the burgeoning hangover out of his eyes. “How was the tournament, Baby Girl?”

“Eh, kinda crappy,” she shrugged, dropping her duffel bag on the coffee table. “We took fifth.”

“That’s not bad,” Joel said.

“Of ten.”

“Well, did you have fun?” He asked. “That’s the important part.”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Lizzie’s mom let us rent a movie on the hotel room TV last night so I got to see the new Charlie’s Angels finally!”

“That’s good,” he nodded. At least he had Sarah. He’d always have Sarah.

“So,” she drew the word out and flopped down next to him on the couch. “Is she here?”

“No, Baby Girl,” he put his face in his hands for a second, trying to wipe away the sleep. The frustration at himself. “She’s flying home today. She really wanted to see you, though.”

She sighed.

“What?” He asked, looking at her.

“Nothing,” she picked at the couch cushion.

“Sarah.”

“I just…” She sighed again, looking at him. “I kinda hoped you guys would have figured stuff out this time.”

He sighed.

“We’ve been over this, Baby Girl…”

“I know,” she cut him off. “But you’ve been pretty miserable the past few months…”

“You could tell?” He frowned. She just looked at him, her brows raised.

“And I bet she was, too,” she said. “I kind of thought…” She shrugged. “That if you both saw it you’d figure it out.”

“You miss her,” Joel said. She nodded. “Yeah, me too. Think I might have screwed up a little too bad this time though, kiddo.”

“Did you ask her?” She frowned. “If you screwed up too bad, I mean.”

“Don’t think I can really just…”

“Dad!” She groaned. “Come on. I’m getting kind of tired of you moping around here all the time and you’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t actually talk to her.”

He sighed.

“It’s a bit more complicated…” he paused. Sarah’s cell phone was pressed to her ear. “What are you doing?”

“Calling her since you’re a chicken.”

“Sarah!” He moved to snatch the phone from her but she leaned out of his reach. He glowered at her. She hung up the phone.

“You lucked out,” she said smugly. “It went straight to voicemail.”

“Probably on the plane,” he sighed. “Besides, not a phone conversation, anyway.”

“OK,” she shrugged. “So go talk to her then.”

“Go talk to her.”

“Yup.”

“Just go show up and talk to her.”

“That’s what I said,” she replied. “Dad, you’re an idiot if you think you’re just going to magically get over her and everything is going to be OK. If you need to go talk to her then go talk to her! Maybe her plane hasn’t left yet…”

Joel thought for a second. Sarah might just be right. He needed to talk to you - actually talk to you, where he could see you and have a serious conversation. You’d waited to talk to him in person and he’d fucking blown it. He could at least come to you.

“She might still be at the airport,” he said, reaching in his pocket for his phone. He called Tommy.

“Hey man,” he said quickly. “Need a favor…”

Less than an hour later, Joel, Tommy and Sarah were hurtling into a short term parking spot at the airport, Joel barely waiting for the car to come to a stop when he jumped out. He ran to the check in counter that he’d always walked you to before and looked at the departures board. He didn’t see Syracuse. He ran up to a counter.

“Hey!” A man protested.

“Sorry, emergency,” Tommy waved the man off, catching up with Joel and clapping him on the shoulder.

“Checking in?” The man behind the counter asked.

“No,” Joel said quickly. “Flight to Syracuse, has that left yet?”

“About an hour ago,” the man replied.

“Shit,” Tommy swore.

“When’s the next one?” Sarah asked. Joel looked at her. “What? It can’t hurt to ask…”

“Tuesday morning,” the man replied.

“Shit,” Joel swore. “How about… Buffalo?”

“That’s in three hours,” the man said. “Only three seats left… cheapest one is $2176.”

“Holy shit,” Tommy’s eyes went wide. “People really pay that to go to fuckin’ Buffalo?”

“New York City?” Joel asked. “Or Boston?”

“Look,” the man said. “At this point? You’re looking at two grand a ticket or waiting a few days to leave. Maybe both.”

“I could drive there faster than waiting until Tuesday morning,” Joel sighed.

“So drive it,” Tommy shrugged. Joel just looked at him. “Can’t be more than, what, 20 or 30 hours? You can drive that.”

“I can’t…” he began but Sarah cut him off.

“It’s not like she’s across the planet, Dad,” she shrugged. “Just across the country. C’mon. Are you going to try to be happy or not?”

He looked to his brother.

“You OK to watch Sarah for… fuck, like a week?” He asked.

“Some of us are actually flying and need to check in!” The man Joel cut in line snapped.

He ignored him.

“Sarah can move in if she wants,” Tommy smirked. “Go grovel and admit you fucked up. And see if she’ll record it, I want proof…”

Joel barely stopped back at his house, grabbing a change of clothes and his phone charger before jumping in his truck as Sarah was still packing his bag.

“Not going to fuck it up this time, right?” Tommy asked as he walked out the door.

“Sure fucking hope not,” he muttered.

He drove almost straight through, stopping just for gas and to use the bathroom. When he hit the rumble strips twice in five minutes just outside Cleveland, he pulled off at a rest stop and slept for three hours before getting back on the road again. He made it to your school an hour before students were released.

“Joel?” You gaped at him, looking around like you were waiting on someone to let you in on the joke. You lowered your voice. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“You left before we could finish talking,” he shrugged. “Figured I’d come to you this time.”

The woman you were with came up along side you. She looked vaguely familiar, like you’d shown him her picture once or twice.

“Louisa I’m guessing?” He asked, extending his hand. “I’m Joel…”

“Put that one together,” she didn’t take his hand. “You know, you wrecked my friend…”

“Thank you for that, Louisa,” you cut her off. She fell silent. “I’ve got this.”

She gave Joel a look before she went off to her own car. You looked back to him.

“I don’t know that we have much more to discuss,” you said. “You didn’t need to come all this way, you can just text or call or email to let me know what you want to do….”

“Need to talk about more than that,” he cut you off. “Let’s go somewhere.”

“Right now?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Didn’t drive clear across the country to wait around,” he shrugged.

“Fair enough,” you said, looking him over. “There’s a diner not far from here, pretty quiet this time of day. Follow me there?”

He’d follow you anywhere.

“Sure,” he said.

Louisa was still standing outside her car when you passed her to go to your own and she stopped you, looking back at Joel with her eyes narrowed. You just shrugged at her and went to your car. Fuck, he’d really fucked up.

He followed behind you a few miles down the road to a 50s style diner, one he’d passed when visiting you before but had never been inside. It was seat yourself and you led him to a table in a corner and he sat down but you just draped your jacket over the booth.

“Just… two minutes,” you went to the bathroom and he watched you go.

He felt like he should be thankful for a minute to get his shit together again before this conversation started but he wasn’t. He was just anxious to be close to you again. Fuck, how had it only been two days since he was dancing with you at Cass’ party? Hoping to figure something out that wouldn’t fuck your life up but would get you back?

You came back to the table wiping your mouth and Joel took a second to just look at you. Fuck you were pretty. So goddamn pretty. It hit him harder every now and then, kind of out of the blue. He’d just be looking at you, enjoying you, and be reminded that - for some fucking reason - someone like you wanted him. Someone that fucking pretty, that fucking smart, that fucking kind wanted him. Didn’t make a damn bit of sense.

It hit him like that now, your skirt gauzy and floating to your knees, the gentle curve of your throat, your lips tugging into a small smile when a little kid went running past you on their way to the bathroom, their mom in tow.

Fuck, how had he managed to wreck shit with you?

“Sorry,” you smiled apologetically as you took your seat across from him. You looked at him for a moment, frowning a little. “Did you drive straight through? You look… well, you look like shit.”

“Just about,” he laughed a little. “Stopped for a bit outside Cleveland when I was pushin’ it too hard. Think I’m still hung over from when I woke up yesterday, actually…”

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” your frown deepened, eyebrows drawing together. “Look…”

“What can I get you?” The waitress looked like she was 19 and Joel had never been more annoyed by a teenager.

“Decaf coffee please,” you handed her the menu. “And a water?”

“Just coffee,” Joel said, watching you. The girl left. “Not eating?”

“Oh,” you laughed once. “Right… No, not here. Or anywhere, really, can’t hold down much of anything right now. Only thing I don’t immediately vomit back up are Clif bars. I think the guy at the camping store in town thinks I’m insane, I buy them by the dozen…”

“Are you OK?” He frowned. He’d thought you’d looked a bit thinner and now he was sure of it, the hollow of your throat more prominent than he was used to seeing.

“Fine,” you shrugged. “It sucks but it is what it is. Now that I’m getting into the second trimester it should get easier. If it doesn’t my doctor wants to talk about other things but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

Joel’s stomach twisted. He should have fucking been here, taking care of you.

The waitress brought the coffees and the water.

“Anything else?” She asked.

Joel had been starving a few minutes ago but not so much anymore. He handed her the menu.

“Just this,” he said. “Thanks.”

She rolled her eyes a bit but left.

“So,” you put your arms on the table and cocked your head at him. “What did you drive almost 2,000 miles to talk about?”

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “For all of it.”

“For all of what?” You frowned. “For knocking me up? Because I was a pretty active participant in that…”

“Sorry for just lettin’ you go on Saturday for starters,” he said. “Didn’t realize you’d gone for a bit and by then…”

“It’s fine,” you leaned back in the booth, pulling your arms in close to yourself protectively. “I didn’t exactly expect you to come chase me down, I left for a reason.”

“Why did you leave?” He asked. You raised your eyebrows. “It didn’t feel like we were done talkin’ and you just left…”

“I just…” you closed your eyes for a moment. “Look, part of it is the hormones I think but I really just didn’t have it in me to sit there and listen to how much you regret this. I know it’s not ideal and that having a kid with me wasn’t what you wanted or planned but I tried to make it as easy as I can for you so you’re not stuck with me forever…”

“That’s what you think my problem is?” He shook his head.

“Joel, you left,” you laughed darkly. “That’s OK, I don’t hold it against you. We’re adults, most relationships don’t work out and I understand that…”

“No, my problem is that I left so I didn’t keep fuckin’ your life up and before I did I managed to fuck it up more,” he said.

You frowned, confused.

“What do you mean you left so you wouldn’t fuck my life up?” You asked. “What are you talking about?”

He took a deep, shaky breath. This was on the list of shit he’d never thought he’d tell you but circumstances had changed.

“I couldn’t just sit there and watch you give shit up for me anymore,” he shook his head. “You were talkin’ about moving back to Austin because of me and…”

“Because I wanted to be with you!” You gaped at him.

“And I’m not worth you givin’ up the chance at doin’ something extraordinary!” He was all but begging you to understand. “Baby, you are so goddamn smart and so goddamn dedicated, you shouldn’t live your life around where I am! I was doing nothin’ but holdin’ you back and I couldn’t let you settle…”

“Settle?” You cut him off. “Why is doing what I want settling?”

“Because I am not good enough for you,” he was getting more worked up than he should, he wasn’t mad at you and it was hard to remember that. “I’m not, I never went to fuckin’ college, I got stuck in the first job I could do, I am goin’ nowhere fast and that’s fine for me, alright? I got Sarah and she’s going to do something great, I can feel it, and that’s enough for me. But it’s not for you.”

“So, what, I just don’t get a say in this?” You shook your head. “Joel, I don’t give a shit that you didn’t go to college or what you do for a living as long as you like doing it! You made me happy, I don’t care about the rest of it. You’re kind and you’re smart and you’re funny and you’re so selfless it’s almost stupid and I fucking love you! You think that’s not worth moving some shit around for? Jesus, Joel…”

“You can’t just give up on what you want to do,” he shook his head. “You can’t…”

“Well that’s just how it’s worked out,” you shrugged and then sighed. “Look, maybe… Maybe I’ll get there eventually. Once they’re in school full time, maybe…”

“Move in with me,” he said quickly.

“Joel,” you laughed and shook your head.

“I’m serious,” he said. “Look, it’ll… it’ll do exactly what I didn’t want it to do, it’ll limit where you can go to school but you’ll still go to school…”

“I’m not going to move in with you, Joel,” you leaned into the table again. “Be serious.”

“I am being serious,” he replied. “Move in with me. Go to school in Texas. Do what you want to do.”

“I am not going to saddle you with me and a kid you don’t want…”

“Why do you think I don’t want you?” He asked. “Wouldn’t want our kid?”

“Because you left!” You looked at him like he was insane.

“That had nothing to do with not wantin’ you, Baby,” he said. “Nothing. I told you that. If I could have moved my life to wherever you were going to school then I never would have left, I just can’t do that. Not with work, not with Sarah…”

“What would I do there?” You asked. “Do you think any district is going to hire me part way through the school year once it’s obvious I’m pregnant? I won’t have a job, I won’t have insurance…”

“Be a substitute teacher until you need to stay home,” he said. “I’ll take care of you, we can get married, you can be on my insurance…”

“I’m not marrying you for the insurance, Joel,” you shook your head. “Do you even hear yourself?”

“Yes.”

You sighed.

“I can’t…” you closed your eyes for a moment. “I can’t… I can’t think straight right now. You’re not thinking straight right now, you haven’t slept in, what, two days?”

“Something like that,” he said. “But my thinkin’ is fine.”

“I need to think,” you shook your head. “I just… I need some space, OK? I have to figure this out.”

He nodded slowly. That made sense. He didn’t want you to need space, he wanted to figure this out right that second, wanted to hold you and touch you and have you know that it was going to be OK because he was going to make it OK. But he was asking a lot of you. Space made sense.

“I’ll try and get a room at the usual place,” he said, remembering the hotel he usually stayed at when he came to visit. Your grandmother disliked him enough, he didn’t really like trying to fuck you under her roof. Jesus, she was really going to hate him now. “But I’m not leavin’ until we get something figured out. Not goin’ anywhere.”

He got a room and immediately passed out, making sure his phone would ring if you called before going face down into the pillows, not even bothering to get under the covers or take off his shoes.

“Joel!”

The sound of your voice jerked him out of the near coma he’d fallen into. He had no idea what time it was or where your voice was coming from.

“Joel!” You called again. “Which room is yours?”

He blinked the sleep from his eyes and scrambled for the door, yanking it open and jumping into the walkway outside. Hours must have passed, it was dark outside. You were standing in the parking lot below. It had started raining and you looked soaked.

“Up here!” He called, going to meet you.

“No, stay put,” you called, going for the stairs. He met you there, anyway. You were breathless, hair and sweatshirt - the one he’d bought you when you’d graduated college - dripping wet. “Sorry, I probably should have called…”

“Don’t need to call,” he put his arm around you and led you to his room. He sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to get you to sit beside him but you ignored him, pacing instead. “What’s going on?”

“Do you still have feelings for me?” You asked, fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

“Thought that’d be pretty obvious given the cross country road trip,” he laughed once. “But yeah, Baby. I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anything else aside from Sarah. And that’s close.”

You nodded, still pacing.

“And you wouldn’t…” You looked up at the ceiling, like you were searching for the words. “I don’t know, resent me? If I lived with you? If you ended up with a kid you don’t want?”

“Oh, Baby,” he said softly. You were so uncertain it made his heart ache. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever met that I want to have kids with.”

You stopped pacing and crossed your arms over your stomach.

“Really?” You asked quietly.

He got up and stood in front of you, your eyes glassy as you looked up at him.

“Really,” he nodded. “The fact that you’re having my baby… that’s the opposite of a problem for me. I just can’t be the thing that fucked your life up, I love you too much for that…”

You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him then, pressing your lips against him with a ferocity he wasn’t expecting. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly against him, the cold rain dripping from your sweatshirt soaking into his skin. He didn’t care. He wanted you closer, needed to be as close to you as he could get.

He pulled you back toward the bed and tugged your leg up on his hip as he sat down. You sank onto his lap, arms draped over his shoulders as his tongue pressed into your mouth, feeling you, tasting you.

Joel tugged at your sweatshirt and you leaned back enough to pull it up and over your head and you did the same with his t-shirt. He looked down at you as he unclasped your bra. Your jeans were held closed with a hair tie. He frowned.

“Oh,” you laughed a little. “Yeah, I… I kind of forgot about that. Like none of my pants fit as of a few days ago…”

He slipped your bra from you, your flesh pebbled from the cold, and ran his hand down your body, his palm flat against you, until he reached the swell between your hips. He carefully opened your pants, casting the hair tie aside, and cupped the small bump at the base of your stomach.

“So that’s our baby, huh?” He said softly, reverently. You pressed a kiss into the top of his head.

“Yeah,” your voice was a little thick. “We made that.”

He looked at you there for another moment, trying to wrap his mind around it. His baby, inside you. Something the two of you did together, even if you hadn’t meant to.

He kissed you again, holding you close to him, your skin on his own. He wrapped his arms around you so he could pick you up and he lay you on the bed, pulling your wet jeans and underwear down your body, casting them aside on the floor, before pulling his own off, too.

Joel opened your thighs, looking down at your slick sex, running a thumb over you, making you shudder. He lay between your legs, kissing down from your belly button, pressing his lips against the place where his child was inside you, continuing down until his mouth was on your clit, making you gasp.

He gently sucked the swollen nub, teasing it lightly with his tongue. You moaned, your fingers twisting in the sheets. He looked up your body, your head thrown back in pleasure, and smiled against you before moving lower, slipping his tongue inside your entrance. You ground your hips against him then, his nose working against your clit.

“Sorry,” you stilled, your hips tensing. “I just…”

“Don’t you dare apologize for taking what you want,” he said, pulled back just far enough from you that he could talk. “Want you to cum for me, want to give you whatever you need to cum for me.”

He pressed his tongue into you again, his nose working your clit as he opened you. He added a finger below his tongue, spreading you open as your body got tighter and tighter around him, You started rocking your hips against his face again and he moaned at it, at how needy he made you. He slipped his free hand below you to tug you tighter to his mouth, thrusting his tongue deeper and you gasped as you came around him. He worked you through your orgasm before he slipped his finger from you and kissed back up your slit, settling between your thighs. He took the hand that had been inside you and stroked himself with it, spreading the precum over his tip, mixing with your wetness, making him slick. He notched the head of himself against you and trailed his fingers gently through your hair as he looked down at you as you panted for breath. Your eyes were wide, pupils blown.

“Marry me,” he said, his voice needy.

“Joel,” you whimpered.

He kissed you and started sinking into your wet heat, so tight and velvety soft. You rocked your hips against him, pulling him deeper until he was fully within you. He pulled his lips far enough back from you that he could speak, his nose trailing over your cheek.

“Marry me,” he said again.

“You don’t mean that,” you were panting below him. “You’re… you’re just…”

“Should’ve asked you years ago,” he pressed his forehead to yours, his cock buried deep inside you. “Marry me. I love you, want to spend my life with you, want you to be my wife. Marry me, Baby…”

“OK,” you looked in his eyes. “I’ll marry you.”

He kissed you again, starting to move inside you, your walls tight around him, like you were trying to hold him as close to you as you could. You wrapped yourself around him and clung to him, his arms sliding beneath you to cradle you tightly against him, the whole of you against and around him as you came, your pussy throbbing around his cock until he fell apart, too.

He collapsed and rolled onto his side, still holding you close, still deep inside you.

“We’ll figure it out, Baby,” he said softly. “We’re doing this together.”

“You’re sure?” You asked, eyes searching his own.

“I’m sure, Mrs. Miller,” he smiled a little. “I’m damn sure.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭; jake got that dawg in him fr😳

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warnings; mentions of alcohol (hyung line only), mentions of sex, violence, mentions of blood (nothing crazy I mentioned it like once I think), language, baekhyun saying wild and foul things about y/n, angry jake.

a/n; i literally lost my mind and my sleep over writing this!! but I let my best friend read it and she said it was good so I guess it was worth it😭 also SHOUT OUT TO @yenqa FOR THE PUSH OF MOTIVATION I NEEDED TO FINISH THIS!! YEN UR THE BEST 🫶🏾🫶🏾

the txt frat had been known to throw some wild parties but none of them were as packed or chaotic as this one. so many people were there that the party spilled into the back and front yard. people drank and danced and laughed, too consumed by the atmosphere to focus on anything else. it would’ve been a shock if anyone could even focus on their thoughts over the rap music that shook the whole property.

the only exception to this chaos was the living room.

the living room of the frat house was quiet beside the music in the background. a bunch of people had crowded around the ping pong table set up in the corner of the room, to watch the round of beer pong that seemed to go on for hours. both teams were neck in neck, each with one cup left on each side.

it was jake’s turn now. he picked up his last ping pong ball and kissed it for good luck, hoping that it would hit its intended target. everyone in the room tensed when jake released the ball, watching as it soared across the table.

“come on. come on.” jake mumbled.

the ball circled the rim of the cup once, then twice, before falling in.

everyone around the table cheered. jake and sunghoon had just won their 5th round of beer pong in a row. heeseung sighed in defeat before downing the last cup of beer.

“FUCK YEAH! THAT’S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!” sunghoon shouted as he and jake high-fived each other. “I TOLD YOU! MY BOY’S A BEER PONG GENIUS!”

jake smiled and shrugged. “it’s just physics man. shit was light work.”

“you guys hear that?!?” sunghoon called to jay and heeseung. “jake said playing y’all was light work.”

“then I guess he wouldn’t mind playing again. for money this time.” heeseung said as he pulled out his wallet.

the crowd let out a loud “ooooh” at the offer.

“as much as i would love to run your pockets,” jake grinned. “i think I’m gonna go get some air.”

the crowd booed at jake, wanting to see him win another round of beer pong.

"come on man! one more round!" sunghoon pleaded. "it’s easy money."

jake's face broke into a grin as he shook his head. "nah man, winning is getting kind of boring." jake sighed. "plus it's not fair to the losers."

heeseung and jay booed at jake. "what? you afraid we might actually smoke you this time?" jay slurred.

jake rolled his eyes. "oh yeah, I'm so terrified." he taunted.

sunghoon laughed and clapped jake on the back. “don’t get into too much trouble out there.” he said.

“no promises.” jake winked and made his way through the crowd, trying to find his way out of the living room.

maybe it was because of the music blasting or the alcohol in his system was finally catching up with him but jake really started to feel the buzz. everything seemed out of focus as he stumbled through the house. he didn’t mind it though, it was rare that he got to let loose like this.

one second he was in what looked like the kitchen the next he was in a different room at the other side of the house. he somehow ended up in the main hallway though he wasn’t entirely sure how he got there. the music was even louder now causing jake to grimace. he felt like sound waves were splitting his skull in half.

‘maybe it’s quieter upstairs.’ he thought.

jake gripped the railing of the stairs in the middle of the hallway and slowly made his way up the stairs.

he felt a little relief when he reached the top of the steps. the music was in fact quieter upstairs. now jake could only really feel the base of the music under his feet. he took a deep breath hoping to clear the fog from his brain, but all it did was make him feel dizzy.

“ok maybe I overdid it with the hennessy.” he groaned to himself.

jake thought that maybe some cold water would help him out a bit so he set out to find a bathroom.

he walked down the hallway knocking on every door he came across, hoping that one of them would be the bathroom. he must’ve been doing this forever and still couldn’t find one. all he did find were couples doing less than decent things in rooms that didn’t belong to them.

with one more room left to check in the hallway jake decided that if that room wasn’t the bathroom he would just jump into the pool in the backyard of the house.

jake knocked on the door and pushed it open. to his dismay, the room was just another bedroom, but the people in it caught his attention. the lights in the room were dim but jake could make out the familiar face of y/n’s boyfriend baekhyun. he was half naked under a girl that jake recognized from around campus. a girl that wasn’t y/n. baekhyun looked at jake with a smug glint in his eyes before focusing on the girl he was with.

jake could feel the anger bubbling inside him but he knew better than to engage. if he did he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from doing something stupid.

jake turned on his heel and raced down the stairs and out of the house as quickly as possible. he made it out of the door and just stood on the front lawn with his hands clenched tightly into fists. his mind is going a mile a minute.

‘what the hell is wrong with him?’ he thought.

‘how could he do this to y/n?’

jake’s blood boiled at the thought of how y/n would feel when she found out. she didn’t deserve this. she deserves to be with someone who cared about her, not some asshole that cheated on her at frat parties.

“hey jake, do me a favor and keep this between us!” baekhyun slurred as he stumbled out of the front door. his button-up shirt was wide open and hanging off of his shoulders.

jake snapped his head towards baekhyun and turned to face him.

“you want me? to do you a favor?” jake asked in disgust. “after what you just did in there? after what u just did to y/n? u must have lost your fucking mind.” he spat.

baekhyun rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“aw look at you, defending her honor. it’s cute but i know you just want to get me out of the way so you can get in her pants. am I right?” baekhyun taunted.

jake clenched his jaw and took a step closer to baekhyun. “what the fuck did you just say?”

a crowd had started to form around the two of them, watching intently to see what would happen next.

“oh come on it’s no secret that you’re into her. i’ve seen the way you look at her. but it’s cool, i’m sure she’ll let you hit if you ask nicely.” he smirked. “she’s the biggest slu-”

jake’s fist collided with baekhyun’s jaw causing him to stagger backward in pain.

“oh it’s on.” baekhyun growled before tackling jake to the ground and punching him in the face.

the crowd started chanting “fight! fight! fight!” as the two boys tussled with each other.

jake pushed him off and punched baekhyun in the nose, hard. he felt the warmth of blood on his fist but he didn’t care enough to stop.

jake punched him again.

and again.

and again. even when the sound of sirens fell on his ears, jake didn’t let up.

“AYE! BREAK IT UP!” a police officer called from the street. jake ignored it and punched baekhyun again. it wasn’t until the officer pulled him off and wrestled him to the ground that jake finally stopped beating on baekhyun.

“alright shows over! everyone clear out!” the officer called to the crowd as he wrapped handcuffs around jake’s wrists. another police officer pulled baekhyun up off the ground and the two of them were led toward the police cruiser.

as jake was pushed into the back seat of the car all he could focus on were the handcuffs digging into his wrists and the ache in his right hand. only now did he realize that he probably should’ve just stayed in that damn living room.

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ilovetulips · 2 years

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ATTACKED

steve harrington x fem!reader

𖦹 reader helping steve with his injuries in the upside down.

𖦹 swearing, injuries??, established relationship, love confession, slight smut but it’s not really smut, best friend eddie!!, pet names, angst?? if you count an argument as angst

𖦹 1.6k

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“okay okay— shit! stevie i need you to lean back a bit f’me, yeah? gonna hurt i’m sorry.” you squeak out as the boy wriggling in pain leans his upper back against the infamous skull rock.

he wasn’t lying when he said he’d made it famous. you and him would find your way to it all the time, making out under the shadow it cast on a sunny day. sometimes giving innocent hand-jobs before megaphones interrupted you, carrying the unmistakable voice of officer callahan.

“clear it, kids! i’m sick of coming up here because of reports of you guys getting freaky. if i come up there and you’re still visible, you’ll be in the back of my car on your way home tonight. got it?”

you chuckle at the memory. “wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been pinned up against skull rock by me, huh harrington?” your teasing joke earned a laugh to vibrate from his chest, before it unleashed an overwhelming pain through his injuries. a blinding red light of hurt flashed through his entire body, and he could only grunt in agony.

panic sets in again, and you take off the shirt wrapped around your waist. “so sorry, so so sorry baby. i’ll make it better, promise.” you mumble sweet words of praise, hoping it’s enough to distract him when you wrap the material tightly around him.

ensuring the bleeding would reduce significantly and all of his injuries were covered, you stepped back slightly to hold his face and whisper countless apologies.

his pained eyes meet yours, feeling relief from the makeshift bandages you placed upon him. “thank you. so much, feels so much better now. the sweetest to me, so so sweet to me.”

it broke your heart to see him like this. the unevenly spaced timings of red lightning from the upside down flashing upon his features almost seemed like a reflection of the pulses of pain which coursed through his body. they still hurt, but he wouldn’t tell you that. not after you’d tried to help him, and almost getting in danger yourself.

he’d sworn to himself he wouldn’t let you get hurt. not by those bats, not by anything. if it were you who was hurt, he wouldn’t know what to with himself.

so he holds you in his arms, as an expression of both gratitude and happiness. grateful for all of your help, and happiness for still being able to hold you.

—

“you okay? does it hurt?” you whisper to him, as you walk through the woods of the upside down.

“been better, but i’m good. good that you’re here with me. thank you, i appreciate you. so lucky to have an angel like you.” you have to look away, to avoid being teased for the redness of your face.

“aww how cute. you guys are just so— bleh! get a room. [Y/L/N] you’re walkin’ with me, can’t stand to hear you getting all goo goo on us harrington.” eddie says, stumbling behind you both and pulling you away.

“you guys can walk together afterwards! pinky promise.” he adds, before stealing you away and linking his arm over your shoulders.

you understood why he’d done it. i mean if he didn’t, you’d probably go crazy with overthinking about how steve is. yet, being separated didn’t stop you. of course you’re going to be worried, you loved him. he didn’t know it, but you were so in love with him. after watching him go through that battle with the bats, you knew you had to tell him. the risk of loosing him was something you weren’t willing to take.

“hey, princess? eyes up. what’re you thinking about in that noggin’ of yours? hmm?” eddie interrupts your trail of thoughts (thankfully) with a waving hand and a few whistles in between his sentences, tapping his finger onto your skull as he speaks.

“huh? yeah. uhm i’m just… thinking? i guess? sorry if i scared you.” you’d settled on your answer, reluctant to reveal the truth.

“thinking about how much you love your hunky boyfriend over there? you’ve got heart eyes, doll.” whatever heart eyes he was referring to had been filled with instant panic and worry. eddie has been your best friend for years, of course he could tell you were in love. he’d slowed his walk and held your face, guiding it towards steve and pointing towards him.

slapping his hand down, you whisper shout “will you shhhhh!” and cover his hand with your mouth. “okay, so what if i was? i mean i totally am, have you seen him? i’m so head over heels, and him being attacked by those… things, made me realise it even more. what do i do, eds? like seriously, what if he doesn’t even love me back. that’d just be—”

“oh you’ve got it bad. so, so bad. jus’ tell him, [Y/N]. you think he doesn’t love you back? have you seen the way he looks at you. lovesick puppy dog eyes, i’m telling ya. just go for it, i’m behind you always princess. you know that.” the wild haired boy says, holding your shoulders and looking into your tear stained eyes. before he could process what you’re doing, you pull him into a hug.

“love you so much. you’re so helpful, thank you.”

little to your knowledge, robin and steve were having an almost identical conversation behind you, yet more aggressive. going something along the lines of:

“steve, get your head out of your ass and tell the girl you love her already! you look at her like you wanna marry her, and you literally kiss the ground she walks on. c’mon!”

“it’s true, steve. you can’t deny it.” nancy chimes in.

“what the— when did i ask you for advice? i’ll tell her when i’m ready, ‘kay? butt out of my love life and focus on your own. have you even spoke to vickie, robs?”

“ahh yes, deflection! your favourite tactic. yeah, i have actually. have you told [Y/N] how you feel about her? no! that’s more important right now.”

“yeah… sure. whatever” steve grumbles before walking forward towards you, seeing you and eddie hugging. you were just perfect.

he really is in deep, huh?

—

after everything that happened in the upside down, and you finally got out. you’d instantly grown even more worried about steve’s injuries. as he fell through the ‘gate’ in eddie’s trailer, his grunts of pain were of your main concern.

“hospital. we need to go to the hospital.”

“hospital? why? did something happen—“ dustin says, being interrupted almost instantly by your strained voice.

“hospital, henderson!”

“hey… hey, no i’m okay. stop worrying, honey.” steve retorted as he stood up to look down at you, hugging your waist. he knew the nickname made you melt, so he hoped it would help soothe you.

you hadn’t even realised your shaking hands until your boyfriend had interlocked your fingers. however, the comforting touch didn’t last long until he was ushered back towards the couch so his wounds could be attended to.

“eddie, look after her for me. don’t want her seeing me like this again.” steve whispered into eddie’s ear, earning a wink before he stepped backwards and guided you towards his room.

“he’s okay, promise. swear it on my life. you’re okay too, yeah? you’re both more than okay, perfect. you’re gonna look back at this and be like ‘hey! we were so in love, how did we not notice it back then!’” he says, deepening his voice to mock steve in an attempt to comfort you.

it worked.

your smile had comforted eddie too, but he wouldn’t tell you that. you were both speaking for a while until you’d heard a small knock on his door.

“hey, can i steal her?” steve had said, fingers twitching with one another.

“don’t let me stop you man, she’s all yours.” eddie replies, jumping up to leave you two in his room, not failing to send a wink and a thumbs up to clear any of your doubts.

“are you okay?” the nervous boy starts.

“am i okay? are you okay steve?! you got attacked by those freaky fucking bats, you were bleeding like crazy, limping in literal agony and you’re asking me—“

“babe. i’m fine, more than fine. i’m great. ‘kay? i’m worried about you, now.”

“i’m okay. you’re my main concern, don’t change the subject.” you hold his face to distract you from pacing back and forth around eddie’s small room. the smell of weed was enough to get you high itself.

“[Y/N], listen. seeing you like this… i hate it. i can’t tell you enough that i’m okay. i will heal with time, you don’t need to worry your pretty self about me.” he smooths a wrinkle between your eyebrows.

“of course i need to worry! i worry about you so much steve. it was really reckless of you to go in that water. really fucking reckless.” tears prick your eyes. “i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you. you can’t just… do that! you mean too much to me, i can’t just watch you throw it all away like that.

“i care about those kids, [Y/N]. i’m more than willing to do anything to save ‘em. you know what that vecna creep did to max, i can’t take another second of it. i know it was reckless babe… i’m sorry. but i don’t regret it.”

you step back and wipe your face, a small laugh leaving your lips.

“what’s funny?”

“this. this is funny steve, this fucking situation we’re in. it’s just unbelievable. i know you’d do anything to save them steve, i would too. but i— i fucking love you! so much. i don’t want to loose you…”

he stares at you, breathless.

“you…”

“sorry. i’m sorry, if you don’t feel the same—“

your speech is cut short by your lips interlocking with steve’s. a perfect mould of soft skin, moving against eachother slowly and pulling apart with a quiet ‘pop’.

“you drive me insane, [Y/N]. insane. i fucking love you too. so much. been waiting for you to say that for so long.”

you laugh against his lips, before pulling him back into meet his warmth again. you hear him whine into the kiss, it growing more sloppy and needy every second.

before you knew it, you were both blindly stumbling backwards and falling into the mound of cushions and pillows. both sets of lips never failing to disconnect as you both paw at each other’s bodies.

“guys! we’ve got a plan— holy shit! on my bed? you pervs, what’s wrong with you!” eddie bursts through the door, observing you laying on the bed with steve placed between your legs as you hold his face while he cups your breasts.

you both snap your heads in his direction, lips red and swollen before shouting in unison “eddie!”

“shit.” you sigh first.

“shit.” steve follows, sounding breathless.

“shit.” eddie sounds, too excited and his tone matching the smirk on his face. “sooo…”

“shut up, munson.”

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