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keeksandgigz · 4 months

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thinking of eddie helping you braid your hair when you’re getting ready to spend the night

made this about eddie and witchy because i cannot stop thinking about them- this is also for the anon who said they can't stop reading it (thank u hehehe)

fluffy fluff below the cut, witchy being jealous and thinking of hexing his exes <3

He had to drag you into his apartment.

In a hilarious turn of events, due to some kind of San Francisco strike, all metro routes were suspended and there was no way you were going to walk in heeled boots all the way to Twin Peaks.

"Why call an Uber, baby? You can literally come upstairs at mine" Eddie says, watching you huff as you read over the e-mail about the strike.

"No Eddie you don't understand. I need to be home. I have a whole ritual! And silk pillowcases! Why can't you just drive me?" you whine, hoping he'll fold to your requests like he always does.

He grabs you by the shoulders, giving you a tender look.

"Because, my lovely witchy, metro routes being down means there will be absolute pandemonium in the streets. And I'm not trying to stay fifteen minutes stuck in downhill traffic" he laughs as you follow him around the store.

He's still working, you got off an hour before and after walking around the vintage stores for an hour there wasn't much else to do. It's just him in the record shop, working the closing shift. You follow him around trying to convince him to drive you back as he puts back the vinyls in the milk crates, folds band t- shirts, and rearranges patches in the display case.

"C'mon, witchy, just go up. I have Chinese takeout from last night or spaghetti if you wanna cook, I'll stop by the hair place across the block to get you a silk pillowcase. Promise" he says, leaning over the counter to kiss your forehead he opens up the cash till.

"But Ed-" you whine, you've never slept outside of your apartment before.

"No buts, I'm sorry witchy. Now get your cute butt out of here, I've got money out" he says, puckering his lips, ready for a kiss.

You lean over the counter and give him a quick kiss before he hands you the keys to his apartment.

"Don't forget to call Lorraine to get her to feed Circe!" he exclaims before you're out the door. You roll your eyes, of course you'll call Lorraine, your neighbor, if Lorraine existed.

But he doesn't have to know you can feed Circe with a snap of your finger whenever you forget to leave food out in the morning.

So you groan and you go through the backdoor of the store to reach the small, dingy courtyard of his apartment. Second floor, apartment 5C.

This building is so old it doesn't even have an elevator. You reach the door and open it, the rattle of keys falling over the counter is the only sound that can be heard, along with the clack of the short heels of your boots.

You take your shoes off and go through his fridge. Day- old Chinese takeout, a carton of eggs and milk. Three cans of Sierra Nevada, a half- drunk bottle of Coke Zero. You open his freezer.

Honey walnut shrimp and fried rice from Trader Joe's, a bottle of vodka, and a tub of ice cream from the last time you were craving it.

You roll your eyes and pick up the phone.

"Hey Ed, you have jack shit in your fridge. Can you stop by the Greek place down the block? I’ll have a gyro with chicken and falafel on the side” you request, hearing his groan at another chore he has to do post closing.

“Baby the Chinese food in the fridge is pretty good, it’s from the place we always go to” he’s not very convincing, but he’s tired and now lost count of the cash he was counting.

“‘kay i’ll put an online order for it so you just have to go pick it up, sound good?” you ignore him.

“Ugh fine but I better get, like, the biggest kiss in return.“ he groans, but it’s true. He is a weak, weak man when it comes to you. “Get me the pita wrap with lamb and fries, and lemme also get seasoned fries on the side. Thank you witchy, love you gotta go” he says, hanging up the phone.

So you order the food and then sneak in Eddie's bedroom to change into something comfortable. Getting rid of that fine line when clothes felt too much like clothes, the stitching pressing into your skin, the cuffs of your sweater feeling a bit too tight against your wrists, your jeans too tight on your legs.

So you venture in his closet and steal a pair of sweats and a ratty black t- shirt. One of his many. You go to the bathroom and notice there's no mirror. This dude.

So you tie your hair away from your face and use the nice face wash you got him- which you're sure he rarely uses- and wipe the makeup off your face. You go look for a clean towel, 'cause God knows you will not be wiping your face with the hand towel sitting on the rod on the wall.

After your face is clean you plop yourself on the couch and watch TV to pass the time.

Thirty- odd minutes later a rattling of keys startles you. Eddie walks through the door with his arms full of plastic bags. He places them on the counter.

"Hey witchy, I see you've made yourself at home?" he says, as you walk towards him and bury yourself in his arms. At least he smelled nice.

"Hmmm missed you, Ed" you mutter against the fabric of his t- shirt.

"You missed me?" you give a little nod, followed by a hum. His heart beats a bit faster, it's nice knowing you think of him when he's away.

"Aw, witchy. I missed you too, are you hungry?" he says, giving you a sweet kiss on the head as he detaches from your grip and reaches for the bag with the food, taking out the boxes.

"Also stopped by the hair place, got you that silk pillowcase and some shampoo and conditioner to keep here. Doubt you'll wanna use my three in one shit" he snickers, and you blush timidly. He's not sweet in the way that he'll kiss you in the middle of the street, but he is for sure sweet in the way he thinks about you an embarrassing amount of times a day.

"Thanks Ed, you didn't have to do that" you say, and he blushes, the boy tinges himself pink because you appreciate him.

"Y'know, anything for you" he says, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he brings the takeout boxes to the coffee table.

You follow him and plop down on the couch "I was watching 'Sex and the City' while you were gone" you explain, biting into your gyro.

"Was Samantha being her usual crazy self?" he doesn't even know who Samantha is, but he thinks it's funny to ask you every time. You giggle as he puts on a random show for you to watch.

After an episode Eddie stands up and stretches.

"I'm beat, I think it's time for bed" he says "c'mon, witchy"

You rise from the couch and follow him into the master bathroom.

“I have a toothbrush here for you, I kinda uh-“ from his tone you can tell he’s embarrassed “I got one for here the first time you came over, in case you ever, y’know, wanted to sleep over” he says sheepishly, while you wrap your arms around him.

He offers it to you, it’s pink. Your favorite color.

“Aw, Ed. You’re so sweet, thank you” you say and you swear you can see him blush as you place a delicate kiss on his warming cheek.

This slice of domesticity taken away from the mystic vibe of your apartment really makes you wonder. It makes you think about a normal life, with him.

The way he washes his face like a madman (without face wash), letting the water wet his bangs instead of pulling his hair back, the way he ties his hair up before brushing his teeth.

You take the toothbrush out of your mouth "Ah shtill don' undestand why you don' have a mirrah" you sputter, mouth full as you spit the toothpaste in the sink.

"Why I don't have a mirror? Previous tenant broke it and my asshole landlord still won't fix it" he says, taking off his shirt. Your eyes linger on the lines of his back a little too long, bordering the line between looking and staring.

So you turn around and you try to braid your hair without a mirror, but to no avail, every strand seems to be three different sizes.

You groan in frustration as Eddie approaches you.

"Lemme help, witchy" he says, standing behind you and tending an arm out for a hair tie.

He divides the hair into three strands. Your hair is so soft between his fingers.

He wishes he could stall so that he could caress it for longer, but an impatient yawn escapes your mouth as his hands deftly get to work. Over, under, over, under-

"Where did you learn to braid hair?" you ask, feeling the way he softly holds each strand, making sure he's not pulling at your scalp. You don't see him, but a smile forms around his tongue, peeking out of his lips in concentration. Over, under.

"I had girlfriends before you, witchy. They taught me to braid my own hair" he chuckles, as you try to tune out the word girlfriends. Under, over, under.

He can see a pout form on your lips, he smiles.

"Why'd you need to braid your hair?" you huff, thinking of going on a spiraling rampage and hexing every one of his exes. Over.

"Well" he begins "one time, an ex braided my hair and it came out super curly, so I wanted to try it myself. Turns out it needs to stay in the braid for a while for that to happen" he shrugs.

Under, over, tie.

"All done," he announces, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

"Thanks, Ed" you examine the braid, flinging it over your shoulder "looks really nice" you say, and give him a small kiss at the corner of his mouth.

He gets himself into bed. His bed is oddly comfortable and his sheets smell of laundry detergent.

"I might have been washing my sheets every other day in case you wanted to sleep over" he confesses, blushing, as he lifts his arm, opening the warmth of his chest to you.

"You" you give him a kiss "are literally" another kiss "the sweetest guy" another kiss "in the history of always" last kiss.

He gets flustered when you call him sweet, because under the hardening exterior of black chains and shirts with exploding heads and hooded skeletal figures, there's just a sweet guy who loves you and wants you to like him for being himself.

"Just want you to, you know, have a good experience with me" he says, caressing your head.

"You get an 11/10 Yelp rating, can't recommend to anyone, though. You seem to be preoccupied with a really cool girl, and it seems it's going to go on forever" you giggle, as he smiles and gives you a kiss.

"Go to sleep, cool girl. Goodnight, love you" he says, before turning off his lights.

"Goodnight, Ed" you say, turning over so he can spoon you.

"You have to say it back" he whispers in the quiet of the dark room.

"Right, sorry. I love you too, Ed" you correct yourself and close your eyes, falling into one of the best sleeps you've ever had in your life.

The morning after, Eddie wakes up to his landlord bringing in a new mirror, his hair extra curled and all his exes blocked on his social media. But he doesn't have to know about that last one.

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bisexual-magnus-bane · 10 months

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Sierra Six x Reader *smut*

“Are we ready to begin?”

His voice, deep and strong, reverberated off the walls and echoed into my mind. My legs shook from my nerves, anxiety through the roof at this point. He was dressed in a simple black shirt with a relaxed fit grey suit jacket and grey dress pants. A downright daddy, perfect for the part I guess.

I softly nod my head yes. This is an awkward situation I’ve gotten myself into and now I don’t even know how the hell to get out of here. He raises his eyebrow at me like I’m supposed to guess what’s up. “Words, use your words.”

Fuck. Fuck. “Yes I’m ready to begin.” My voice is quiet and I’m scared you can hear the tremble in it. He doesn’t seem to pick up on it, which I’m thankful for. “Why don’t we start off with something simple, I would like you to sit on this pillow beside me. Then you’re going to pass me the remote for the TV okay.”

At first I am shook, what the hell! Am I a slave? I don’t know but I also sort of enjoy it. I slink over as sensually as I can and plop down on my knees. “Being a sub, means always thinking about what could benefit or make your dom happy.” He speaks these words to me calmly, like this is an everyday sort of conversation. I feel my face on fire as I hand him then remote, my ears burn and I’ve never been happier to not be able to see myself. Thinking back to his words I proportion myself so that when he looks down at me he’ll get a great view of my tits. He gently grabs my chin all of a sudden causing a short breathy moan to fall from my lips.

“Perfect. See you’re a natural, you just need a little help getting there.” He is pulling my head into his lap, I try my hardest not to get as close to his cock as I want to. This meeting isn’t supposed to have any sexual contact in it, however I find myself craving it. I want to make him feel as good as he wants, I want him to order me around. His dick is pressed against the fly of his dress pants, I will not touch it unless I’m told to though. A sudden groan drags me out of my daze, causing me to realize I’ve been heart-eyeing his crotch the whole time. “Mmm baby girl you’re staring at my cock like it’s candy. I know we’re not supposed to be doing sexual contact until a few more meeting but would you like to have your first fully controlled blowjob?”

My small gasp is all the confirmation he needs however he waits until words seal the deal. “Oh god, yes Sir I would love to!” Ugh I’m desperate, but I can’t help it. My hands shake with nerves and fear of fucking up as he sets my head in his lap and goes to work with his pants.

It’s beautiful, red and raw. Just waiting to be loved by someone other than his hand. He takes hold of my head by using my hair, I moan with need for him at this. He pulls me to his cock and his warmth fills my mouth, as quick as it went in it was gone. Closing my eyes I let myself fall into the feeling of being degraded. He was rubbing his cock around on my face, tapping my cheeks and forehead with his thickness. To make it even more disgustingly hot, his cock had a sheen of my drool on it, smearing my face. “Why don’t you take off your shirt and bra?” I sighed at the loss of contact but did as I was told. He tells me he loves my perky breasts as he shovelled his manhood back into my mouth. Praises fell from his lips as I ate him, he told me that I was a good sub, a good girl, we were going to have so much fun together. I didn’t even pay attention to my own wetness, just focused on sucking, licking and rubbing his dick all up. He let me get messy and I let him tell me to. I had spit dripping down my chin, saliva and pre cum smeared on my cheeks and here I was rubbing his dick in between and all over my tits. They were completely soaked and oiled up from my spit and pre cum. He called me his good dirty whore while I did this and I mewled. He ended finally by calling me daddy’s filthy little girl and came right on my tongue. I swallowed some and then let the rest drip down onto, what are now, daddy’s breasts. He grabbed me by the hair and had me rest my head face to face with his soft red cock and we watched TV. I honestly wasn’t paying attention, I was thinking about how hopefully next time my daddy would pound my little pussy and make it his.

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cowgurrrl · 11 months

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Wonderfully Bizarre

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: DID YALL REALLY THINK I WAS JUST GONNA LEAVE YOU WITH THAT (i also don’t love how this turned out but I couldn’t leave y’all with all that heartbreak)

Summary: You and Joel try again [1.2k]

Warnings: fluff (finally)

You end up staying in Ireland for a year and some change. Fifteen months if you're being exact. The Beginning of the End is flawless. It's raw and real and one of the hardest things you've ever done, but it's done. You've been home for about a month. Elizabeth was ecstatic to see and show you all her new toys and make fun of Carolina for being too pregnant to bend down and pick her up. She's having another girl any day now. You thought your heart would burst when they told you on FaceTime, and you immediately went into overprotective aunt mode, asking what they needed, the due date, everything. You were gonna be back in the States around this time anyways, but being home permanently makes you feel better.

You did a lot of growing in Ireland. You had to in order to tell the story you were trying to tell. You feel like a completely new person, and you're still trying to figure out if you like it. You think you do. You want to. This version of yourself is slower and takes more time for little things. She sees there's more to life than work, but it's okay to be dedicated to your career. It took you half a decade in the industry to find a healthy work-life balance, but you finally did. Better late than never, right?

The sun is shining, and the ocean air is blowing through your hair, and it feels beautiful. Your sunglasses are big enough to obscure your face so people don't stop you whenever they walk past you on the boardwalk. An email from your manager, Sierra, pops up on your phone, but you don't jump to answer it. She knows the press is not your only priority right now. She knows she can wait. You smile when a familiar twang calls your name, and you stand to hug him.

"Hey, how are you?" Joel asks as he rubs your back, and you smile as you lean back to look at him. He's got a little more salt and pepper in his hair than the last time you saw him, but it suits him. Getting older looks good on him.

"I'm good. How are you?" You ask. You sit across from each other, and he takes a big breath.

"I'm good. Busy."

"I've heard. Congratulations on your Grammy."

"Congratulations on your Golden Globe nomination," he says, and you bow your head just a little in gratitude. He smiles and gets quiet as he just stares at you. You wonder what he thinks about how you've changed. Your hair is shorter, but not as short as when you shaved your head for the movie. It's growing back in slowly but surely, but it's taking longer than you thought it would. "It's really good to see your face." He says. Heat rises to your cheeks, and you have to fight a smile at his words.

"Yours too. How are the girls?"

"They're great. Sarah just started classes at UCLA." He says, and you gasp.

"I remember her telling me about that! What's she studying again?"

"Psychology."

"Smart girl. And Ellie?"

"Ellie's starting high school in a week. She's just… thriving. She's in the art club at school and even won a few prizes."

"Wow." You breathe, and he nods.

"Yeah," he says. "How are you? How was Ireland?"

"It was good! Very rainy and cold but good. I think it might be my best performance to date." You say, not modest about it at all, but he doesn't care.

"I've no doubt."

"Oh, and I got a dog."

"Really? What kind?"

"Big old mean one," you say as you slide your phone open to show him the picture of your big-headed gray pit bull with a flower tucked in her collar. "Her name is Daisy."

"She's beautiful. Rescue?"

"Showed up on my doorstep one day without a collar on. She's been with me ever since."

"I'll have to meet her one day." He says.

"I'd like that," you smile. "How's Angela?" You ask, and he sighs.

"I don't know. She left about a week after you did. Left Sarah a note sayin' she was sorry, but she couldn't do this, blah blah blah."

"That's awful. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too," he shrugs. "Anyways. Now that you're done with Beginning of the End, what's next? I'm sure you've already got somethin' lined up."

"I'm, uh... I'm actually taking a little break. At least, until the movie comes out." You say, and his eyes widen. You feel a little shy about admitting that you're pretty much nothing, but you have Daisy now and your little family.

"That's a big deal."

"Yeah, it's weird to not be working, but this role really took a lot out of me. I think I deserve a break."

"You do," he says, smiling. "'M proud of you."

"Thank you." You say as you stare at him.

You talk about anything and everything. He tells you about Sarah's experiences at UCLA and how the tour went. From what you saw, it was sold out night after night, and he kept getting bigger. He looked so happy. You tell him that Carolina's pregnant and give him the few details about the movie you are legally allowed to share. It's easy and fun and so perfect. You can't get over the fact that he's right here in front of you after so long, and things aren't super awkward or weird. It feels like you're picking up right where you left off. Well, before everything went to shit. You're laughing at his jokes and smiling, and he's maybe flirting with you? His boyish smile and stupid jokes always did it for you.

"Are you," he clears his throat like the words won't come out otherwise. "Are you seein' anybody?" He finally asks after about two hours of conversation.

"Joel Miller," you say. "Are you trying to ask me out?"

"If I was, would you say yes?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"If I've gotta sign a contract or not." You say, and he laughs. The sound of his joy fills a hole in your chest you weren't even sure was still there.

"No contract this time. Just us."

"Promise?"

"On my life."

Years down the line, you'll tell your son, Samuel, about this moment. The moment you decided to give his dad a second chance and the moment that would, unknowingly, change everything. You'll tell him that sometimes people come into our lives at the wrong time, but if they're the right person, then they'll come back when they're supposed to. He'll grow up hearing that story and seeing you and Joel be completely and utterly in love like nothing ever happened. But you don't know that yet. Sam is years and a few heartbreaks away.

What you know right now is that Joel is looking at you the same way he used to, and you're smiling at him, and everything feels right. In this moment and in moments of reflection, you won't be able to explain why you say what you do, but you know it's okay. You don't have to have all the answers. So, you look at Joel and say, "Okay."

And that was it.

#one for the money two for the show #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller the last of us #tlou au #the last of us au #rockstar!joel

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calumsrockstar · 5 months

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Dinner Drudgery - Ashton Irwin

a/n: This is so filthy, i love it!!

Word count: 1.4k

Contents: A lot of dom Ash, nudes, (Semi) public sex, fingering, choking, swearing

Where you and Ash go to a fancy dinner party, and you decide to have some fun

Dom!Ash x Sub!Reader (fem)

You looked in the mirror, on your tippy toes, concentrated on curling your hair. Ash came up behind you, and slapped your ass. "Ash!" You screamed.

"Who are you getting all pretty for, baby?" He asked. You turned around to look at him. "Ash... The dinner party tonight, you don't remember? With, Cal, Luke, Mike, Sierra, Crystal?"

"Oh, shit." He said, while laughing. "I totally forgot about that!" You ruffled his hair. "Well, you gotta go get ready, pretty boy, cause we're leaving soon."

Ash rushed to take a shower. When he was done, he wrapped himself around with a towel. You stared and bit your lip."You like what you see honey?" He smiled. "You know I do." You said and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Now go get ready!" You screamed at him.

You decided to wear a gold dress, paired with some black heels. The dress was short, a bit too short. Gotta be careful around Ash, you thought. Ash came out in a black suit and a silver necklace.

Ashton scanned your body up and down with his eyes. He ran up to you and started kissing your neck. "Don't start something you can't finish, Ash." You said looking him in the eyes. "You look so good baby, can't help myself, we have time right?" Standing behind you and groping you.

You felt his hot breath on your neck. "We'll have to do that when we get back." You told him hesitantly. "I don't think I could wait that long princess, you're just too damn gorgeous."

After a few minutes, you convinced him to actually go, even though your mind kept racing thinking about the things he could do to you.

You rang the doorbell while Ashton had his hands on your back. Luke answered. "I'm so glad you guys could make it!" He hugged both of you. "Make yourselves at home."

You were greeted by all of your friends, one by one you hugged them and kissed them on the cheek, Ashton did the same.

You all sat down. "Wow Sierra, you made this all for us?" Ashton said. "Hey man, I helped too!" Luke blurted out, and everyone laughed. "Sure did, bud." Ash replied.

This dinner party was getting a little boring, you thought.

While Ash was talking, you slid your hand down the table and trailed his cock inside his pants with your hand. "So, we were basically..." Ashton stopped in the middle of his sentence, and looked at you. That look always meant: "Tread carefully."

He resumed his conversation, but you could see he was fidgeting, he always had a soft spot for you, and you could tell he was getting hard.

Again, you put your hand on his crotch, rubbing up and down, you could feel his cock twitching in your hand.

He whispered in your ear "Be careful, or else you'll have to get punished." Looking at you with a cocky smile. You also smiled and shrugged your shoulders.

You tapped Sierra on the shoulder, "Hey Si, where's the bathroom?" You asked her. "You go down the hallway and then you turn left." She answered. You said thank you and left.

You entered the bathroom and locked the door, looking at yourself in the mirror. You bit your lip.

You decided to take off your dress. You wanted to find out what Ash meant by "be careful."

You pointed your phone camera to the mirror and snapped a picture of yourself in your black lingerie. This was Ash's favorite pair, you would be sure he would go feral. You hit send.

A few seconds after you heard a notification on your phone.

Ash: What do you think you're doing baby?

y/n: I thought this was your favorite pair of lingerie? Or would you prefer it off?

You took off your bra, exposing your breasts and took a selfie of yourself, biting your thumb.

Ashton couldn't lie to himself, his hard cock was straining through his pants, he was so horny he couldn't think straight.

Ash : Are you going to be a brat? Do you know what happens to brats?

y/n: I don't know, are you gonna spank me?

Ashton was going absolutely feral, seeing you like this, knowing that he couldn't touch you, was making him insane. Pre-cum was starting to leak through his boxers.

It was getting unbearable.

Finally, you sent a video of you leaning on the bathroom sink, spreading your pussy and fingering yourself, with the caption. "Come get me, just a few rooms away."

This was his breaking point. He asked Luke where the bathroom was. "You go down the hallway and then you turn left, but I think y/n is..." He didn't let Luke finish, and stormed down the hallway. "Oh... okay..." Luke raised an eyebrow.

He pounded on the door. You gently unlocked it with a smile on your face. "Hey Ash..." He immediately pushed opend the door, locking it and pushing you up against the wall.

"You think you can act like a slut and not get treated like one, huh?" Putting his hand around your neck and tightening his grip. You looked into his eyes. "They're just pictures." You smiled, in between slow breaths, your head feeling fuzzy with euphoria.

He picked you up and propped you on the sink, you being completely naked sped up the process.

He inserted two fingers inside of you curling them, you gasped at the sensation, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You tried holding in your moans, Ashton realized this, and laughed.

He was good with his fingers, too good. In minutes, you were reaching your climax. "I´m gonna cum, Ash." You whispered, whimpering.

He immediately stopped, you looked at him with puppy dog eyes and whined.

"You know I wasn´t gonna make you cum that easily after that little stunt that you pulled, right y/n?" He said with a cocky grin.

"I´ll do anything." You pleaded. "Oh, she´ll do anything!' He repeated, mocking you. "Come suck me off then."

You were happy to do so. You unbuckled his belt, getting on your knees and watched his erection spring at you.

Ashton wasn´t one for teasing, so he grabbed your hair and put it in a ponytail, and forced his cock down your throat. You gagged and splutterred while your mascara ran down your face.

You felt his dick twitching inside your mouth, looking up, you saw Ashton´s mouth dropping to an O shape, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. "Fuck..." He muttered under his breath.

He pulled your mouth out of his dick with his hands, turning your face up to look at him.

"You know what brats get, y/n..." He whispered. He picked you up and propped you back on the sink.

Without warning, he slammed into you, holding your back with one hand. You almost screamed, digging your nails into his back. He covered your mouth with one hand, and smiled. "Be careful, gorgeous. Wouldn´t want people hearing you, you fucking slut."

"Who do you belong to?" He asked you. "You..." You muttered under your breath. "I couldn´t hear you princess, use your words."

"You Ash, i´m only yours, do whatever you want to me." You said, looking into his eyes. "Good girl."

His breaths were getting heavy, yours were too, putting your head against his neck, he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"You want me to make you cum babygirl?" He huffed. "Yes Ash, please make me cum." You pleaded.

He rammed into you, harder, and faster. "Ash, fuck!" You screamed. He was looking at you like a hungry beast. "Ash, I'm close..." You said. "Go on... Cum all over my dick, princess."

You writhed and then felt yourself cum all over him, soon his cum spilled inside of you, dripping out.

Ashton quickly went at got a piece of toilet paper to clean up the mess you both made.

Ashton looked at you. "What got into you today?" He laughed.

"Hmmmm... I don't know, just felt like being punished I guess." You said, smiling. Ashton smiled back at you.

"Do you think they heard us?" You asked him. "Oh, absolutely!" He responded. You hid your face in your hands.

He pulled you into his arms and kissed you on the forehead. "Who cares? They'll know how good you sound when you fuck me."

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin smut #5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #5sos smut

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pray4byron · 4 months

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Milk here once again!

I really enjoyed the previous request from you!

If you don't mind, I'd like to ask for Cody x masc intimidating reader

and Gwen x gender-neutral intimidating reader

thanks!

(also lmk if I'm being too repetitive lol)

Oh don’t worry! You’re not being too repetitive at all! Two HCs coming right up! (Also btw sorry this took so long !)

Warnings: Not proofread, short

Cody TDI x Masc!Intimidating!Reader

Cody is lowkey afraid of you, but he wouldn’t want that to show, trying to pursue the “Tough Guy” act, partially for Gwen, and unbeknownst to him, partially for you!

He thinks your a really cool guy, so he thinks if he acts like you, you may or may not notice him.

Once the two of you actually have a conversation, he realizes that your a chill guy, and he doesn’t need to worry about the previously mentioned “Tough Guy” act as much

KEY WORD “AS much” as Cody thinks highly of you, but he can’t place it, he doesn’t really have the hots for Gwen anymore, and you don’t get on his nerves like Sierra… And he doesn’t think your bad looking in the slightest…

And then it hit him. He likes you.

Gwen TDI x GN!Intimidating!Reader

When Gwen first meets you for the first time, she’s not necessarily intimidated by you, she more so admires you.

She thinks your cool as hell, she’s loving the badass vibe you have, even if some of the others think you’re a bit scary.

It hits her WAY harder than she thought it would when she first speaks to you. The constant stuttering, the red cheeks, the hair twirling, the fidgeting??? Like cmon.

She wants you to think she’s as cool as you are! But little does she know…

“To Gwen — Meet me at the Dock of Shame at 7 ♡”

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bisexualcage · 1 year

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Bliss | Sierra Six (requested)

pairing: sierra six/court gentry x male reader (trans male/masc)

summary: in which sierra six has a husband, simple as, very soft

warnings: no warnings, maybe like one nsfw joke

word count: 1.4k

a/n: be nice, this is my first fic on here

You loved how unconventional he was socially speaking, if you’d put him in a room full of extroverts he’d stick out like a sore thumb. Completely out of his element and that’s how you found your way in to his life; by him being the usual mystery that he is. Sparked up a conversation with him at a bar and bam, you were completely enthralled by his short yet intriguing answers. Above all, his distinct sense of humour. It made you smile. And despite being the polar opposite of him, you managed to win him over somehow. When he wasn't "hunting down evil guys," as he put it, he had a normal married life, two years to be exact of pure domestic bliss with you. He insisted on taking more breaks and stressed the importance of not missing out on you or any other more important aspects of his life. Every time he said it, you got butterflies in your stomach.

“Do I have to wear anything special?” you looked over at him with unease in your eyes, you wanted to make a good impression.

“It’s just a dinner, y/n.” The blond man timidly smiled at you from the bed he was sitting on. Observing how much of a wreck you were trying to pick something out from your closet.

“I know! But what if your boss doesn’t like me—“ You flung your hands in the air as your back faced him and you shuffled through the mountains of clothes.

You then heard a chuckle and a heavy set of boots approaching you, your neck immediately getting goosebumps as he lazily laid his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his muscular arms all around your chest— keeping you in a lock.

“I like you, ts’ all that matters.” he mumbled, closing his eyes and swaying back and forth with you.

You scoff, a blush pooling your cheeks. “I hope so, we’re legally bound. No take backsies.”

“You’re my husband. He’ll have to swallow it.” he mumbled.

“Does he know?” you questioned, “Also, don’t say that phrase.” you blushed.

“That i’m married? yes. Why? Did I say something wrong?” he teased, tightening his grip around your hips.

“Court…I swear to god…”

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The restaurant was fancy alright, you felt like you just entered some rich people event. Chandeliers everywhere, long staircases, it didn’t even seem like a restaurant. You finally settled on a simple tux with a bow and Court well, he wore something completely eye candy. A red suit with a white dress shirt underneath, you were trying your best not to stare but it was beginning to be impossible.

As you approached to what appeared to be a circular table, you saw a man with white hair and beard, roughly maybe in his 60s. He was sitting next to a black woman— you assumed they were both his associates or bosses? Either way, your nerves started rising and you didn’t know yet how you were going to act around them.

When you approached the table with Court at your side, he instinctively pulled a chair out for you and you immediately went red in the face but sat regardless and mumbled a shy thank you.

“You know a hello would be nice, Six.” the white haired man gazed at Court about his usual dry behavior.

The two in front of you didn’t stop staring and sported the biggest of confused faces on this planet. Court scoffed and took a seat right next to you.

“Boss.” he nodded his direction, “Boss.” he looked over at the woman.

They both nodded back with a certain level of stiffness while trying to figure you out and not looking at Court. Court of course took notice of them staring at you like statues and cleared his throat so they would shift their gaze.

“Fitzroy…” he looked at the man, “this is Y/N. Cahill… this is Y/N.” he then looked at the woman with a slight smile.

“Yes- Hi.” You stumbled over your words, stretching your arm over the table and taking their hands in for a shake.

“Y/N…nice to meet you, although i’m a bit confused not going to lie.” Fitzroy chuckled a bit.

Court shifted in his seat, scooting himself more in to the table and at your side. Placing a warm hand on your nerve ridden thigh that was under the table as some sort of emotional support, he could see how nervous you were.

“…about what?” Court said nonchalantly, raising his eyebrow at him.

“I thought you said you were going to finally bring your spouse, let her have dinner with us.” he took a sip of his wine cup on the table.

“Fitzroy…” Cahill said lowly, looking over at the unaware man with a knowing look that only screamed ‘you’re a dumbass.’.

“What?” he nervously laughed, “Why did you bring a buddy over?”

At this point you didn’t know if you wanted to run out or scream.

Court laughed for the first time, but it wasn’t a joyous laugh it was a bitter sarcastic laugh.

“You’ve been on this field for decades and you can’t tell what’s right in front of you?” Court slid his hand from your thigh all the way to your hand and brought it up the table, clasping his fingers through yours, laying it on the table and showing the man the ring that lived on your ring finger for two years now. Still, as he laid it there he didn’t let go and held on to it proudly.

“Oh-“ Fitzroy gasped, “Ohhhhhh. I’m so sorry about that, you see i’m an old timer and I easily miss modern…traditions. That’s my fault.”

“Yeah this is my husband. Not my buddy, not my friend, my husband.” Court said with sternness in his voice and fiddled with the ring on your finger.

“Honest to god, I didn’t mean to assume.” He put his hands up laughing.

All the while you couldn’t help but have the biggest cheesy smile on your face, he really just went all out without any shame. Not that he ever had any when it came to you, but it always made you swoon. Court looked over at you momentarily and sent you a sly wink before opening the menu.

“Fitzroy has nothing but bolts in his head. Shake it hard enough and you’ll hear them clashing against his skull.” Cahill said in a sarcastic tone.

You couldn’t help but lightly snort, “I wouldn’t be too harsh, im sure it was a simple mistake.” you tried to be as understanding as possible.

“I need to know something though, how do you deal with the number (Court)? How did you tame such a nonchalant machine?” Cahill continued with curiosity.

“ha. Well, I don’t think it has anything to do with me mam-“

“Don’t be silly.” Court spoke up, “It has everything to do with you, I’m like a lovesick puppy— it’s bad.”

“I always knew you were a softy on the inside. Those blue icy eyes don’t fool me.” Cahill laid back on her chair.

“Tell me about it, had to hold him while watching Lion King.” You looked over at him, he was beat red, trying to hide his face behind the menu.

“Watch it. You’re ruining my carefully built reputation of a tough guy.” He said lowly, but could tell he was smiling.

“My niece would agree, she cried during Lion King— begged me to watch it with her about 300 times.” Fitzroy finally chirped in after his embarrassment earlier.

“You have a niece?” you said with a smile.

From then on everyone got pretty relaxed and everything went smoothly, all the worries you had melted away and Court made sure of that. By either massaging your back, your thigh, publicly grasping your hand on top of the table with no care in the world. It made you beyond happy.

As you were both about to leave, split checks to pay with the other two and finally said your goodbyes, Court instinctively held your hand in his and guided you out, with no worries, no rush. No matter who was staring. You both stood outside and shivered as a cold wind hit your figure, making your teeth tremble.

“Want my suit?” he asked with worry and didn’t even wait on a response, immediately laying his red suit over your shoulders.

“All this PDA…” you mumble, turning red.

“What?” he scoffed, “I can’t love my husband in public?”

“No, it just…even after two years, it makes me feel like i’m dreaming.” you look away from his soft gaze.

He walked in front of you, wrapping his suit more tighter around you. “That’s my plan, sweetheart.”, he leaned in and pressed his soft lips against yours.

#the gray man #sierra six x y/n #sierra six x you #sierra six #sierra six x male reader #there needs to be more x trans male fics #courtland gentry x reader #court gentry #sierra six x reader

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fandomdaydreamer · 1 year

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The Lighthouse and The Ocean

Epilogue

Pairing: Pedro Pascal/OFC

Warnings: just fluff

Summary: Six years later

Notes: Also find this fic on Ao3 -here- or the series' Masterlist and Playlist -here-

Imagining 'In Dreams' by Sierra Ferrell for the "end credits" and their family pictures is a real treat.

Length: short and sweet 850 words

Six Years Later

It was like I could only really rest my eyes while looking at the sea. Scattered clouds, such heavenly bodies on a sunny day.

I relaxed my back against his torso and felt him radiate happiness. Comfort bloomed in my chest when Pedro softly planted a kiss on the back of my hand for no particular reason and held my gaze with a loving smile. Looking into these warm, coffee-brewed eyes, I realised nothing had changed. More greys in his hair and beard and lines upon his face perhaps, just like myself. He was still the man I fell in love with all these years ago and I loved him like it was the first day. I'd love him even more by tomorrow. What an uplifting and kind thought.

We didn't speak, for what could we say, my dearest one, other than let's do it all again by tomorrow?

Pedro's other hand, the one still adorning his bracelet, was currently resting on my heavy baby bump and I sighed, content with sinking back further into him as we sat among the sandy dunes of Montauk Beach. Bringing cheesecake and collecting sea glass had become a family tradition. I could almost picture us as phantoms of our past that skipped across the sand.

It had been six years since that summer day and so much had happened. Five since I started therapy and we moved in together, four since I released my second album and people began to film a documentary about me. Three since we had our shotgun wedding and our first child was born. Two since Pedro won an Oscar for his debut movie he wrote and directed. The world was proud of this angel.

Little Pedro from Santiago de Chile had dreamt of everything his hard work and kindness had brought him today. Little Nini from a small Dutch fisher town found more peace, love and freedom than she could have ever imagined. They had a family now and a home behind a gate with pink roses and friends visiting every day.

We'd been taking this last year off to focus on our family, healing from the losses and working through the changes life provided. Our second child was due in about three months. Oh, and how eager we were to meet them too. My hand joined his larger one, hoping our unborn baby felt our love.

We had everything we could have ever wished for. Children playing, parents waving.

Every time I watched our toddler play with my little sister, mops of blonde and dark hair whipping through the wind, I felt my heart warm at the thought of seeing our family grow. The children's far away cry of joy while running along the wet sand with the dog, the crashing of waves hitting the shore. The duo was picking up shells and stones off the sand, chasing one another with high laughter ringing through the wind.

On the far end of the beach stood a lighthouse in front of the ocean, I felt we were just as unlimited.

My husband pressed a kiss onto the top of my head and I felt a smile curling there when he felt the baby kicking beneath his broad palm. Pedro chuckled every time they did that, excited to meet the little miracle growing beneath my heart. He was a good father, to our babies as well as my little sister, whom he treated like his own ever since Fee came back into my life.

I simply knew I could bear anything with him in my heart. A smile played upon my lips and I closed my eyes into the ever-changing sunlight. Pedro softly breathed into the crook of my neck from behind, his chest rising as his lips rested there. It was okay to stop and breathe for a moment. I simply thought about all the people who loved Pedro into becoming the wonderful person he was today, knowing I owed them a world for it.

I wished nothing but light and love in his life, may everything good in this world come to Pedro. May he live happily ever after and continue helping so many people and improve so many lives just by being himself. I wished him sunny days and comfort when they'd grow cloudy. Sometimes and more than a thousand times I wished to be held by him forever.

I never grasped the feeling of a happy end until this very day, at a place right back where we started. At this moment, it made me feel like we had reached the final page of a book. Or the end credits of a movie, followed by the growing number of family pictures in our home. Our wedding, our family pictures next to a couple of trinkets. All of our beloved memories, from the decorated picture frame of our first date at Montauk Beach to our visit to Pedronie's communal gardens. These memories were captured in picture frames, one by one, a life lived.

The End

Thank you for reading.

Pedro and Nini will return for a second book, until then, loved having you here

- Lore

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popstart · 12 days

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hierarchy of factors that go into deciding which dogs to assign to different characters

physical features (fur color, typical fur length/cut, fur texture, facial structure etc.) -> type of dog/role they were bred for -> personality -> global origin

big example of the typical fur length/cut being a big factor is heather being a Japanese Chin which are seen with both long and short fur. subtle nod to her hair getting cut (julia has this in common w her being a yorkie)

they do tend to bounce around in terms of importance per character so i.e. duncan is a German Shepard bc of their association with the police force since he comes from a long lineage of cops (this is from the tdi biography/interview thing). basically i thought his backstory was more relevant to his character than his looks (though i do think he looks a lot like a gsd too which is why i chose it over any other police dog breed. that and theyre the most recognizable lol)

a lot of characters go through a few beta picks before i settle on one i feel fits better for whatever reason. easiest example that comes to mind was owen originally going to be a labrador retriever before i decided pyrenees looked more like him. in a world where great pyranees dont exist though i would settle for lab for owen.

final thing, some characters i like got breeds im partial to. nepo babies, all of them🤦 courtney is a papillon bc i like papillons. sierra is a jack russell bc i love jack russells (and also they act the exact same) dakota is a cocker spaniel bc i like them. basically lol

#if anyone wonders for spesific characters their reasoning lmk bc i love yapping (dog pun)(i fucking love dogs)#as always though some are a lot deeper than others #be prepared for a “they looked kinda similar” answer lmaooo #ps talks

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bratzforchris · 10 months

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The Dress

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Summary: In which Luke learns to love himself, no matter his clothing

Pairing: Michael x Luke

Warnings: Slight mentions/hints at gender dysphoria

Word Count: 657

A/N: Taken from my old ao3 account @sgfgsun. Also, I do not ship 5sos in real life in any capacity.

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Luke had never planned on wearing a dress. He was a boy, after all. Not that boys couldn't wear dresses, but for Luke's identity, he felt wearing a dress was a bit much. Sure, he loved silky, flowy shirts, jewelry, nail polish, and makeup, but dresses felt like taking everything to the next level.

That is until the boys were discussing ideas for their tenth anniversary with management. By the end of the session, the idea of the 5Sauce commercial was born. Of course, Calum would play the baby, what with his chubby cheeks and adorable fluffy curls. Michael would be the washed-up uncle with his messy hair and tattoos and love of joking. That left the mom and the dad. No one could imagine Ashton dolled up in a pink dress and makeup with heels, so he got the dad. That left the role of "mom" for Luke.

And so, Luke found himself sitting in a floral pink dress while the makeup artist applied powders and eyeshadow and mascara and lipstick to his face. He'd never admit it to anyone, but Luke loved it. When he looked at himself in the lit-up mirror, he felt like himself for the first time in a long time. He couldn't wear this in public though. This was just for a funny skit, nothing more.

But after filming had finished, Luke couldn't stop thinking about the dress and the heels. He had worn heeled boots before, but never had he worn stilettos. The whole outfit, even though it was meant to be a mom's, felt right. That's how he ended up begging the director to let him take the costume home. It's not like they needed it.

The director didn't even question it. That's how Luke ended up in his closet at home, staring at the dress and debating whether or not to put it on. He had done the pink silky shirt and makeup a few years prior, but this was a whole new step. A dress and makeup? What would the fans think?

"Ah fuck it," he mumbled to himself. "What's the harm?"

Luke quickly took off his clothes and changed into the dress. He went into the bathroom and got his little makeup case that Ashton had given him for Christmas. It wasn't very full yet, just a few bottles of nail polish, some blush, some highlighter, and a couple of eyeshadow singlets, but still. It was enough to make Luke feel beautiful. He quickly and carefully applied some highlighter and lipgloss and painted his nails an adorable baby pink.

"Luke? You in here?" Michael asked, walking into the bathroom.

Luke whipped around, dropping the hairbrush he was currently using. Fuck giving his spastic boyfriend a key. He knew that would come back to bite him in the ass someday and today appeared to be that day.

"What the hell are you wearing, Luke?" Michael laughed.

Luke's baby blue eyes filled with tears. "...I-I just wanted to feel pretty. I'll go change..." he mumbled softly.

Michael blinked, realizing that Luke was being serious. "Oh baby," he cooed, reaching for Luke's hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were wearing this for real. You look so pretty."

"No, I don't. You laughed." Luke said, sounding awfully small.

"That's because I thought you were wearing a Halloween costume, honey. Can you forgive me?" Mike asked, pulling Luke in for a hug.

Luke just nodded against Michael's shoulder. "I'm still a boy though."

"That's fine, love. I think you look really pretty in dresses," Michael whispered, kissing him softly. "My pretty princess."

The blond boy giggled. "Mikey's pretty princess."

And that's how, in the following years, Luke dressed up as his best friend Sierra for Halloween while she dressed up as him. The short cheetah print dress and leather jacket, along with the long black wig and eyeliner made Luke feel utterly beautiful. And that? That's because he was.

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shadowron · 2 years

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The Darkest Shadow: An Adventure for Shadowrun by C.R. Shaver & Jason Rush

From White Wolf Magazine #35 (March/April 1993), this is the last of five articles about New Orleans. Cover by John Zeleznik.

Honestly, I am shocked and ashamed of myself for having written a tumblr about 1st edition Shadowrun for YEARS and not yet mentioned Zeleznik. Keep an eye out for an art post.

Drek, I don’t care what your sexuality is – you want to date her. With the boots and the denim cutoffs and the white bra and the blue mohawk and cybernetic eye and face necklace and TWO pet dragons…

Seems like she would be a major personage in the adventure?

You can buy this on Etsy!

This is the original one of a kind hand drawing I submitted to the White Wolf Magazine art director for approval before creating the Shadowrun themed acrylic painting cover art for White Wolf Magazine #35. “A sexy Decker and her dragon pets chillin' in her cyber lair above of a Gumbo shop in New Orleans”

That sounds wizzer… it’s a shame she’s a hooker who barely plays a role in the adventure.

She’s not the Big Bad Evil Chummer – that is Monroe Darcier, first introduced in the previous issue:

“[Monroe] Darcier is possibly the most powerful creature in New Orleans, and GMs need to realize he is not here to be beaten... If the players beat him, the GM did not play Darcier to his full viciousness.”

Translation: Monroe Darcier is the author’s PC and DON’T YOU DARE kill him.

Now, there is something to be said for having a recurrent villain, but come on, this is a one-shot module and you give the stats for Darcier, so of course the player characters will try to kill him.

The Mr. Johnson for this run is Mrs. Obeah – Rachel Obeah the Houngan, also described in the previous issue. Is that her on the cover, then?

“Obeah is a tall, sophisticated black woman dressed in a long dark coat.”

So, no.

In the unlikely event this adventure gets made into a movie, she better be portrayed by Grace Jones.

Obeah wants to hire the runners to find her sister, Sprite, a French Quarter prostitute who has been missing for three days.

In the unlikely event this adventure gets made into a movie, she better be portrayed by Sierra Mist.

Sprite is “…a black girl who appears to be in her late teens”, so that’s a different hooker on the cover, apparently. The job pays 75,000 ¥ EACH, so this is a no-brainer as to whether the runners will take the job.

Like any other run, this one starts off with Legwork, where a few Etiquette rolls and 50 ¥ bribes introduce them to…

She’s called Star because of the star on her face, so ka?

Star – a tall, white-haired elf, wears a lot of chrome and leather; her “once-lovely face… hardened by the street”. A hooker.

Flash – who is presumably human, but whose participation in the adventure consists of drinking Voodoo Yoohoo Chococherry Cola (seriously – it’s spelled out) and giving important plot details to the PCs. Also, a hooker.

And

Calliope – a short human with a blue mohawk. Also, a hooker. And cover model.

So, instead of the cover being one of the two named NPCs from the previous issue (Rachel Obeah and Monroe Darcier), they decided that the cover would feature the 4th hooker in the adventure, who doesn’t really contribute much of anything to the plot.

But White Wolf, you know, knows their audience (white dudes). Which also explains why Monroe Darcier the Loa-possessed Vampire Boko, described as a “tall, handsome black man”, is portrayed in the article as this:

Who is this chick supposed to be, anyway? A 5th hooker?

Yup, a white man, because apparently White Wolf thought we couldn’t handle a black vampire.

They were wrong.

Darcier’s stats, which close out the adventure, are absolutely ridiculous. He has a strength of 24, which is crazy high by D&D standards. He is only slightly less strong than a rhinoceros (Str 25), has a Body (17) greater than that of a Western Dragon (15), and is more intelligent (Int 14) than the Great Dragon Lofwyr (Int 14).

just lookit this dumbass dragon

Seriously – Darcier has to be the most intelligent creature ON THE ENTIRE PLANET.

Darcier can solve global warming, unify gravity with quantum field theory, translate the Voynich manuscript, prove the Riemann Hypothesis, AND beat up Chuck Norris. What does he spend his time doing instead? Skulking around NOLA being the new Jack the Ripper.

By the end of the adventure, the runners will have fought ghouls in the French Quarter and zombies in the bayou and have a shot at taking out Darcier, though they likely won’t.

#shadowrun #new orleans #zeleznik #grace jones #sprite #vampire #blade #lofwyr

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lilladysawyer · 1 year

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My hubby came up with this idea, I swear some of the things he thinks of is absolutely astonishing. I love you so much my teddy bear!😍😘🥰❤

Getaway Driver

Written by: Sierra Sawyer

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I always said my Ma's jeep could be used as a getaway car, with how fast that damn thing could go. It would make a perfect vehicle for the job, it's a lot faster than you would think; as well as it looks like your average family's vehicle, something you would use to pick up your kids from school. Although, I never thought I would actually have to use it as a getaway car, yet here I am. I'm sat in my Ma's jeep, behind the wheel and pushing 100 mph.

I don't know how I even got in this situation, all I know is some woman jumped in my passenger seat and screamed at me to drive. Now you're probably thinking, "why on earth would you listen to some random woman that jumped in your car", well it's because this 'random woman' is absolutely beautiful. This 'random woman' also has a 22' barrel pistol pressed to my temple, but that's beyond the point….right?

She's wearing a torn up zeppelin shirt with some ripped up shorts, and my god does she look drop dead gorgeous. Big, curly brown hair, dark eyes, with her lips painted a deep red.

As I continue with the small glances at her, I notice her turn out the window. The pressure of the pistols barrel leaves my temple, and soon after I can hear her fire out the window at something behind us. As she does this, I glance over just to see her perfect curves. This woman is a god send, you know besides her hijacking my car and pointing a gun at me...

~LilLadySawyer

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williamtrasheater · 3 years

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Here I am with another completely random au

Jack and Sierra few years after tfp's action. It's an au where they get together and move to another town to study there

There's a lot more about this au but I have no motivation to write this but feel free to ask about it

Also I like this brush sm??like it's just a doodle but it looks good

And in this au they swear a lot idk why just because

#transformers prime #post tfp #jack darby #tfp jack #Sierra tfp #Sierra #future au #ask me questions #i don't know what i'm doing #god give me motivation to write a fanfic about at least one of my aus #Jack has a buzz cut because I love short hair so much hhhshshsh #Also he's a bad boy who haven't slept in five years.and Sierra is a hot girl now #because I can #Someone teach me how to write

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crush-x-reader-fluff-angst-smut · 3 years

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Romeo and Juliet || Jock!Crush x Female Shy!Reader

FOR: @a-very-bored-blogger REQUESTED: Yes!

”hii may i request a jock male crush x shy insecure fem reader? if possible, smth abt the crush confronting the reader that she is much better than she think she is? tysm i love ur blog 💓💓“

I had fun with this! It took a bit of a turn, but I thought it was pretty wholesome.

TW: body insecurities

y/n l/n had never thought of herself as pretty, even though she sure as hell was. She had beautiful h/c hair and mesmerizing e/c eyes. yet she was so insecure. Seeing all the beautiful, thin, cheerleaders made her jealous and insecure, considering her crush was an athlete.

oh c/n c/l/n. He was hot. His gorgeous e/c eyes and muscular build, y/n thought it must be impossible not to fall for the cute boy.

But, would y/n ever talk to him? No. Would she consider it? No.

until one day, a very special day. A day where y/n liked her english teacher for once.

”Class! Today I will be pairing you all in groups of 5 to perform a short version of a Shakespeare play for class. Before you ask, I will be making the groups myself. Group one, doing Hamlet, will be Justin, Cassidy, Sierra, Carter, and Sophia. Group two doing Macbeth will be b/f/n, f/n, Jackson, Tony, and Juan..” the teacher went on, until y/n heard the play she wanted to hear.

”Group 4 Romeo and Juliet. C/n, Chloe, Mariah, Wilbur, and Y/N.”

Her heart was racing, she felt a little sick, but she also felt a little amazing. The thought of playing the love interest with c/n made her blush. The teacher handed scripts with pre-assigned roles to a group member.

”disperse!” the teacher yelled.

c/n ran to y/n with the scripts.

”Just so you know, I got Romeo and you got Juliet, and I don’t want you to feel awkward having to kiss me, so I can switch with Wilbur if you’d like-“ c/n started to say before getting cut off by y/n.

”oh- um, t’s okay c/n,” y/n said, sincerely.

”do you wanna rehearse after school? My place?” C/n offered.

Y/n nodded, her face the exact shade of a tomato.

later that day, y/n arrived at c/n’s house. She had dressed up a bit, and even put on perfume, something she rarely did.

y/n rang the doorbell and c/n answered.

”come in!” he said as soon as he saw her.

she entered the house. It was pretty big, and modern looking.

”should we go up to my room?” c/n suggested.

y/n nodded and they went up to his room. The to started to rehearse until they got to the “kiss scene“ as y/n called it.

they had gotten pretty far until c/n spoke, “then move not, while my prayers effect, I take.”

He gulped and leaned in to kiss y/n when she pulled away at the last minute.

”I-I’m sorry c/n. I can’t,” y/n said with a shaky breath.

”I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or something I can-“ he started to offer before y/n stepped in.

”it’s not you, it’s me. I just- when I think of Juliet, I picture a beautiful, perfect girl, with a perfect figure, and a perfect smile. and that’s not me,” she admitted.

”What do you mean y/n? You are beautiful. I’ve had a huge crush on you since the 6th grade. Kissing you is all I’ve ever wanted. You are beautiful, and you are the perfect Juliet,” c/n said with a slight smile.

”I-I’ve liked you since 5th grade, and you’re telling me this now?” she said with a laugh.

c/n smiled and laughed.

”can we chat more. over a date this time? Will you be my Juliet?”

”Only if you’ll be my Romeo.”

#Romeo and Juliet #crush x reader #crush x reader smut #crush x reader fluff #crush x reader angst #crush x reader imagines #crush imagines

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hoodharlow · 3 years

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Don’t Move, Honey

AN: Y'all were supposed to get a fluffy Disneyland fic with light smut but Calum decided to be a whore and y'all are getting this. Also fuck Tumblr for eating this when I queued this.

Requested: Yes by my #CECOC anon and @nowherebound who engraved the idea of riding Calum's face with the mullet

Warnings: smut, use of sextoys, talks about recording a sextape (spoiler lol), and blink and you'll miss it voyeurism

Word Count: 3.9k words

Calum tripped over his Docs when he kicked them off. He bolted upstairs to his room. Earlier, when he was getting ready to drive back from a guy's trip, they had a very intense facetime call. Claudia sent him a few explicit pictures of her in only his white jersey with his last name in the back. He called her and one thing led to another. Now he stood alone and hard in an empty room.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and facetimed her. He laid back on his bed. Duke came in and nuzzled him for some overdue cuddles.

“Bueno?” She answered. She placed her phone on the shopping cart and smiled down at him.

“Where are you?” He asked, sitting up.

“Target. Remember when I said you were getting a treat?” she asked him. He nodded. “Well, I’m buying stuff to make you a chocoflan.”

Claudia stopped pushing and got on her tippy toes to reach for the cocoa powder, allowing Calum to admire how her ass looked in her leggings. She looked around and smirked to herself seeing that she had the aisle all to herself. She gave him her back and pulled down her top, exposing her breasts. She covered them with the two different brands of cocoa powder.

“Which brand did you like again?” She asked him.

Calum sat up. He looked behind her making sure no was in the aisle.

“Fuck.” he murmured. He switched the camera so that it was facing his mirror and slowly began stroking himself over his sweats. He pushed his hips up and with one hand he tugged down his sweats, exposing his cock. He rubbed the tip and rubbed himself. “Are you coming home soon? I need my pretty girl’s mouth on my cock.”

Claudia squeezed her thighs together. It has been almost two weeks since she last saw Calum. She needed him desperately. Her toys helped somewhat relieve her ache, but it wasn't the same as him fucking her. Even the dildo that was made from a mold in the shape of his cock, that he got her as a gag gift for Christmas, didn't do the job.

"No, I have to go to school and drop off some paperwork. I'll be home in an hour. Can you wait?" She asked.

"I waited almost two weeks, an hour is nothing." He said.

"Okay." she said pulling her top up as a woman walked passed her. "I'll see you in a bit then. I love you."

"I love you." Calum said before hanging up.

He sighed. He just lied to Claudia and told her that he could wait an hour. He really couldn't. He needed her badly.

He pulled his sweats and rolled into bed. He pulled Duke in for a cuddle, but the old puppy shrugged him off. He scoffed as Duke hopped off the bed and wandered out of the room.

Calum pushed himself off the bed and went to the bathroom. He quickly got himself off and went back to bed. Other than being extremely horny for his lovely girlfriend, he was tired. He spent the past two weeks hanging out and partying with his friends. He needed some rest.

He got in bed and laid on his back. After fifteen minutes of tossing and turning, Calum called his trainer and asked if he could squeeze him in for a session. Jesse responded instantly and told him that he'd be there in fifteen.

Calum unbuttoned his flannel and reached for the white jersey Claudia had left on the floor next to her dildo and vibrator. He pulled off his sweats and grabbed some black USC shorts from his duffle bag. When he caught himself in the mirror, he finally got why his girlfriend always complimented his ass. He decided to pull a Claudia and send her a booty pic. He pulled his shorts just below where his ass curved and snapped a few pictures. He saw the pictures and sighed, he tried his best not to think about Claudia on her knees in front of him gripping his ass as she sucked him off.

He sent her the pictures and added 'wish you were on your knees with your hands on me'. Claudia responded with crying emojis. To get him back she sent him a few explicit pictures of herself with her toys. She was saving them for another desert trip but now seemed like the perfect time to torture him.

Calum cursed after seeing her pictures. The one time he wanted to have the upper hand, she still managed to make him suffer. He locked his phone and went downstairs after hearing Duke bark. He picked him up and opened the door. He let Jesse into the backyard while he set up Duke's fenced area so he could be outside with them.

***

"Alright one more set on each side and we're done." Jesse said.

Calum nodded. He reached for the band and pulled it toward him while he rotated his body. His arms ached. When was out on his trip he barely worked out. In the house they rented out there was a home gym so he occasionally ran the treadmill and did a bit of weight training. It didn't compare to what Jesse was having him do.

"And zero. Alright we're done for today." Jesse said.

"Thank fuck." Calum mumbled.

He did his cool down stretches and then walked him out, agreeing to meet in two days. When he walked in the kitchen he was met with a chocoflan beautifully displayed on top of the center counter.

Claudia was home.

Calum grabbed his HydroFlask and jogged upstairs to their room. He found Claudia in one of his shirts and some sweatpants typing away on her laptop. He remembered that she was lesson planning for her internship at the magnet middle school in Boyle Heights. He was proud of her, despite everything that went down last summer, she was able to pick herself up and start fresh. She was doing something she loved and that made Calum happy.

He tiptoed over to her and kissed her head. Claudia pulled him down and kissed him.

"I felt your treat in the kitchen." she mumbled against his lips.

"I saw. I'm gonna shower." He said before kissing her once more.

Claudia slapped his ass as he walked passed, startling him. She giggled as he covered himself in case she wanted to smack his ass again.

He quickly showered and walked out naked to get his boxers. He felt Claudia's eyes on him. He turned and looked at her just as she went back to work. He put on a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers. He scrolled through his phone, checking the group chat with the guys. Luke was asking if he should finally announce his engagement with Sierra. Calum jokingly responded to wait until the following day since he was going to post later in the day.

He went to his side of the bed and connected his phone to the charger when he noticed Claudia was fully covered by her clothes. One thing he knew about her is that she always showed skin. If she wore pants or sweats, she'd wear a crop top or just wear a sports bra. And if she wore one of his shirts or hoodies, she only wore panties under, but if they had people over she wore shorts under. Then the only time when she would be fully clothed was in the winter. Seeing her in his shirt and in sweatpants at the start of June left him wondering.

What was she up to?

But decided to put the question on pause. He finally felt sleepy.

"Can I nap here while you work?" He asked her.

"This is your bed. You can nap here." she giggled. She reached for the files on his side and placed them on the floor.

Calum awkwardly crawled into bed. He laid on his back, not wanting to move in case it distracted Claudia. He closed his eyes and let sleep take over. Not even ten minutes later, he felt something wrap around his waist. He opened his eyes and saw Claudia's leg. In his sleep he ended up laying on his side so he laid on his back, allowing her to wedge her leg between his and hug his side. They both fell into a deep slumber, wrapped up in each other's arms.

Calum woke up an hour later. Claudia was still sleeping peacefully at his side. He ran his fingers over her soft curls, but it got him thinking about wrapping her hair around his hand as he fucked her face. He pictured her clearly. A proud smirk on her face as she opened her mouth wider for him. He cursed and let go of her hair.

Claudia lifted her head and pouted. "Why did you stop playing with my hair?"

"Because I'm this close to coming in my pants." He groaned sitting up to fix his pants.

"That's okay. I can just clean up the mess." She said, nonchalantly. "You know I don't mind… cleaning you up."

Calum came up with a snarky remark only for Claudia's stomach to speak up before him.

"Sorry, I haven't eaten since breakfast, unless you count the matcha lemonde I got at the Starbucks in Target." she giggled.

"We can't have that." He said. He grabbed his phone. "Let me order you some carne asada fries."

"So food then sexy time?"

"Yes, food then sexy time."

***

After food there was no sexy time.

They were on the couch settling down to finally get it on when Ashton blew Calum's phone up, asking him to record a video of him playing the piano. They tried to ignore him, but he ended up calling Calum on the landline. He went to the guest room and put on a grey smiley face hoodie and some sweats. He propped his phone next to where he placed his songs and began playing. He began recording himself.

Half an hour passed and Claudia got restless. One of her many weaknesses was Calum playing the piano. She couldn't explain why, but seeing him play always left her wanting to get on her knees for him. She tried sitting next to him on the bench, but he shot her a warning look. She noticed Calum was in the zone so he wouldn't see what she's up to.

She ran up upstairs to get her vibrator. Before she left their room, she took off her shirt and sweatpants. She returned to the living and Calum was still playing. She sat on the couch and started taking a few selfies in the lingerie set she wore. It was a red mesh set. The bra cleverly covered her nipples while the panties did nothing to cover how much she needed Calum. It also didn't help that they were crotchless. Though they did help in giving her easy access to get herself off.

She laid on the couch, propping one leg on top of the back part while her other leg was planted on the floor. She didn't even bother teasing her clit with her fingers, she was that ready for Calum. She slid her fingers in and turned on her vibrator to the lowest setting, not wanting to have the sounds reach his phone. She sighed feeling the vibrations on her clit. With that she let her fingers get to work.

She immediately moaned out for him as she got closer to climax. Claudia felt it. She sped up her fingers and circled the vibrator on her clit roughly. She was so close. Calum's name was at the tip of her tongue when she felt nothing.

Calum towered over her, vibrator in his hand. Before Claudia could even react, he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to their room. Seeing in her red, always left him with a hard on, especially if it was lingerie. But seeing her in a red mesh set and getting herself off? He was doomed. He desperately needed to be inside her.

He gently threw her on the bed and took off his clothes, staying in his boxers. He got on top of her and leaned down to kiss her.

They moaned into each other's mouths finally kissing how they craved. Calum held himself up in a push up position and took Claudia in, playing a movie in his head about all the positions they would be doing.

"What are you doing?" She asked. She pushed down his beanie and smoothed down his curls.

"Just wanna remember you like this for my next trip." he said quickly. He ran his fingers over the material on her breasts. Her nipples hardened as he ran his thumb over them. "I think this is my favorite set. I can still hear your whimpers from when you wore it on Valentine's Day. Nice to see you got the chocolate stain off your tits."

Claudia giggled. She sat up against the pillow and intertwined her fingers with his, making him look up at her. "What if you have the material at hand?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, what if you had a video of us, of me in this set, doing stuff…"

Calum furrowed his eyebrows together, confused. "I don't understand."

"What if we made a sextape? You can have the video with you when you're on tour or just out of town and we can't FaceTime for whatever reason. That way you can get off."

"A sextape of us?"

"I mean yeah. Unless you can get Tyler Posey to join us or just to fuck me." she joked.

Calum laughed sarcastically at her comment. He rolled off her legs and sat across from her. "Are you sure? About us making the video. I don't want you to feel pressured."

"If I'm being honest, I wanted to make one with you when you were on tour with the Chainsmokers. I never brought it up then because we were only dating for a few months. Now we've been together for two years."

Calum sat quiet, weighing his options. He always felt bad calling her in the middle of the night when he was out of town and needy for her moans. Now with the band finally getting to go back on tour, there would be time differences that wouldn't be ideal for them. But he didn't want to risk exposing her and ruining her reputation. Being a teacher is her dream and a sex tape of her out on the internet could hinder that.

"I want to, but we can't. I don't want to risk someone hacking out iCloud accounts and releasing it to the world. It could cost you a job in the future." He said.

"I was thinking we could record it on my GoPro and just transfer the video to a USB drive. We'd store it in your safe and only take it out when you leave. I trust you, Cal." Claudia said. "If it does get leaked, we can start a couples OnlyFans, so I don't stay unemployed and you can make extra cash."

"I doubt anyone would pay for us."

"You really think your fans wouldn't pay to see how you fuck? To hear the lovely sounds you make when you come. Please, we'd be so rich."

Calum laughed. "I suppose. Jokes aside, are you really sure?'

"1000%."

"Where's your GoPro?"

Claudia clapped her hands excitedly. She hugged him and got up. She pushed the sliding door of their walk-in closet open and went inside. Where her shoes were she had a box of miscellaneous items. She rummaged through it, pulling out the small camera. She went back out and closed the door. She connected it to her computer to see how long they'd have to wait for it to charge, surprisingly it was at 85%. She placed it back on the tripod.

"All set. We just need to figure out what we're gonna do." She said,

"How about you ride my face? I always wanted to see how we look." Calum offered.

She nodded. "Then I can go down on you. Or I go down on you then you go down on me, since that way you can hard so you'll be ready to fuck me."

"Doggystyle or our usual missionary." He asked.

"Doggystyle would look hot, especially when you fuck me facing the mirror." Claudia suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Doggystyle it is."

"I have one request though…"

"What is it?"

"Can you change back into the flannel and sweats you wore when you FaceTimed me at Target?"

***

Calum leaned back on his elbows, as Claudia sucked him off. He reached forward and pulled her hair into a makeshift ponytail, so the camera could get her and her ungodly mouth. He gently pushed her back as he thrusted his hips into her mouth.

"Fuck, pretty girl." he moaned loudly.

He stood up and kept fucking Claudia's mouth. He maneuvered them so that the camera got his backside as she pushed up his flannel to his waist and dug her nails into his ass. He felt close so he loosened her grip on her and let her finish him off.

Claudia jerked him off on her tongue then she slipped him back in her mouth. She swirled her tongue and bobbed her head. Calum moaned and whimpered, begging her to make him come. She only had his tip in her mouth and stroked him. His climax came out of nowhere. He whined and cursed as she continued taking him until he was empty.

Calum slowly pulled out of her. Claudia opened her mouth, proudly showing him that she swallowed every last bit of him.

"That's my pretty girl." Calum said. He bent down and kissed her. He let his hand wander down to her chest to her core. He slid his ring and middle finger in her and pulled them out. "Fuck you're ready to sit on my face aren't you pretty girl."

"Yes. I want your tongue to make me come. I missed it so much." Claudia said sweetly to him.

Calum pressed a chaste kiss on her temple. Claudia tugged him down to the floor where they had a comforter spread out to prevent them from getting tired against the hardwood floor. Their kiss deepened and without breaking their kiss, she laid him down. They kissed with so much urgency.

Finally, Claudia settled above his face, pressing her hands against the mirror doors in front of them. Calum looked up at her from between her legs with the most caring eyes. He leaned upward, needing her hips closer to his face, pressing her dripping core against his tongue.

She gasped when he dipped his tongue into her.

Claudia moaned loudly, resting her head on her arm as one of her hands dropped to his hair. She tightly gripped his curls as she swayed her hips against his tongue. He brought one of his hands to her core and slipped his ring and middle finger in her. His other hand made her way to her breasts to play with her nipples.

Claudia threw her head back and moaned his name. He groaned lowly.

“Fuck, don’t stop, right there. Fuck me so good.” Claudia panted. She wiggled her hips on his face, riding his tongue as she came. He sucked her clit through her high, making her a moaning mess.

“Holy shit, Cal,” she sighed breathlessly.

Claudia pulled away and sat on his tummy. She laid down on top of him, and felt him wrap his arms around her.

"You did so good, pretty girl." Calum whispered. He smoothed back her hair and kissed her cheek. "We can stop. With what we have, I'm good."

"I just need five minutes." Claudia mumbled. She reached over for the GoPro and turned it off while they rested.

After the five minutes passed, Calum turned on the GoPro. He gently pushed Claudia on her back. They slowly kissed.

Without pulling away from their kiss, Calum placed her leg on his shoulder. One of his hands made its way back to her hips and lazily ran his finger tips around her core, sending her goosebumps all over. With the other, he balanced himself so he wouldn't squish her.

She sighed against his lips; she could never get tired of how his lips felt against hers. She pulled away and gasped as he pulled his middle and ring fingers out of her.

Claudia rolled her eyes as he exaggeratedly licked his fingers clean. She pushed his hand down and leaned down to kiss him. She moaned as his fingers fucked into her at a deliciously slow pace. Her hips followed Calum’s fingers. In a matter of minutes she was close.

“Cal—”

“I know, pretty girl.” He pressed his thumb against her clit and increased his pace.

“Sh—Calum.” She moaned out. She gripped his hand as she came.

"Hands and knees, pretty girl." Calum said. He leaned down and kissed her before he sat on his knees.

Claudia stood on her knees and fixed her panties. She laid on her stomach with her ass in the air.

He took his time stroking himself as he lined up with Claudia’s entrance. With one hand on her hip, he used the other to guide his cock. He rubbed his length up and down her slit. Claudia knew this was him getting back at her as he continued to run his tip up and down her folds.

She looked over her shoulder to him and pouted as he continued to tease her. “Cal.” she whined.

“I need to get hard.”

Before she could make a remark, he roughly pushed himself inside her. “Shit!”

“That’s what I thought, pretty girl.”

Calum used both hands to grip her hips. He leaned down, pulling Claudia’s back to his chest as he kissed her shoulder. He slowly started thrusting his hips, letting her get used to him. She kept her eyes shut as he fucked her.

“Fuck.” Calum moaned out.

His lips kissed all over her neck as he continued to fuck Claudia. She rocked back against him, meeting his thrusts.

“Fucking missed you, Claudia.” He whispered in her ear. Calum shifted his hips as he thrusted into her. The new angle hitting her in the spot that made her a moaning mess.

“Please, fuck—.” Claudia moaned out, not being able to finish what she was saying.

She pushed back rougher to meet his thrusts. He gripped her hips with one hand while the other went down to her clit. Calum worked his fingers roughly as he pushed his hips into Claudia.

He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot. Her quiet praises filled the room, egging him on. She quietly whimpered his name, lazily meeting his thrusts before her orgasm took over. Calum followed soon after. With a few thrusts, he pushed himself deep inside Claudia, spilling every last drop in her.

Calum pulled out of her and plopped next to her. Claudia reached over for the GoPro and turned it off. She curled up to his side, closing her eyes. She felt a soft fabric over her back as Calum undid her bra. She frowned that she only felt the fabric on her back. She opened her eyes and giggled.

"You wore the flannel the whole time?" She asked him.

"You said you wanted me to wear it." He argued.

"Yeah when I sucked your dick, not the entirety of our sex tape."

"I didn't hear you complain. In fact you were telling how good I was."

"I doubt it."

"I can prove it to you. We literally have it on tape, Claudia."

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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years

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request for reader being jj’s sister and liking barry, so barry and reader get together but jj not being okay with them being together so reader and barry having to sneak around maybe?

Author's Notes: I love the idea of JJ having a younger sister - I also named her. JJ just wants his little sister to be safe, but she's a Maybank so... All characters are 18+

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos

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JJ Maybank slammed his fist against the door his little sister had just closed in his face. Another argument between the Maybank kids, another day in paradise.

"Open the door. Now, Sierra." JJ growled as he jiggled the locked knob, then pounded his fist against the wood frame.

"She's not gonna come out, man. She's a Maybank. Stubborn as fuck." John B mumbled as he walked through the narrow hallway, the noise of the two siblings waking him from his nap. He made his way towards the kitchen, not wanting to get in the middle of the dueling Maybank kids. He had learned the hard way a time or two before it was better to let them battle it out on their own.

"She's coming out if I have to break the fucking door. Sierra, you aren't seeing him!" JJ yelled with a firm kick of the door with the bottom of his foot.

"You aren't dad, JJ!" She yelled back with a slam of her palm against the door from inside the bedroom.

"I'm the closest thing you've got to a dad right now!" JJ scoffed as he pushed his hands through his hair, then crossed his arms over his chest.

"Fuck you, JJ!" She cried, sitting on the bed with her arms over her own chest.

"I'll wait all day, Sisi. Fridge is full of beer and I have nowhere to be. I'll wait all day." JJ replied as he leaned against the wall opposite the closed door.

Sierra Maybank pursed her lips, her brow furrowed as she looked around the room she had locked herself in. She wouldn't be kept prisoner in that house, or that room. Not by her brother or anyone else.

She was seeing him.

She quickly walked towards the window that was open just a crack, lifted it just enough to slid out and hopped to the ground below. Thankful John B's house was only one level. She quickly made her way towards her bike that rested against the large tree in the centre of the yard, grabbed it and ran as quickly as she could down the dirt path and off the Routledge property.

"He's gonna kill you, Sisi!" John B yelled after her as he stood on the front porch, watching his best friend's sister pedal away on her bike as fast as she could.

The bike ride to his house was surprisingly short, but that could have just been from how fast she had been pedaling. She rode up the dirt path and was surprised to see that he was alone. He almost always had someone there with him.

Sierra hopped off her bike, ditched it in front of the house and ran up the worn wooden steps to his front door. She didn't knock before she entered, she just walked in and saw him sitting on his couch, paging through a book.

"Jesus. Don't do sneak in like that. I almost shot you, Si. What the fuck you doing here?" Barry replied with a slight inhale, surprised to see her standing in his doorway. He placed his book down on the small coffee table in front of him and stood up to take the few steps towards her.

"I wanted to see you." She stated softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck when he got within arms reach.

"Been crying?" Barry asked, a thumb reaching up to wipe at the stream of tears on her face.

"It's nothing. JJ and I got in a fight." She sniffled as she bowed her head to rest on his shoulder.

"You ain't gotta worry about your big brother. I'll handle him. C'mon, let's sleep for a bit." Barry mumbled as he pushed her messy hair off her face.

Barry took her hand and led her through his small home towards his bedroom. He knew their relationship bothered her older brother, and he didn't care in the slightest, but he knew it caused a rift between the Maybank siblings. He knew one day he would have to go and talk to JJ Maybank about his "intentions" with Sierra, if it got to that point. But until that point he was fine with the way things were.

Barry laid in his unmade bed and pulled Sierra down with him. He let her rest her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and simply waited.

"Barry." Sierra whispered as she ran her hands over his chest, her leg tossed over his waist.

"Sierra." Barry grinned his eyes on the ceiling as his fingertips ran over the bare skin of her back.

"I missed you." She stated firmly as she shifted her weight to straddle his hips, her hands pressed to his chest.

"I missed you, too." Barry smirked as he held onto her hips and looked up at her.

"How much?" Sierra whispered as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it to the ground.

"About that much." Barry breathed out with a nod, his hands reaching up to palm at her bare breasts.

"And what are you going to do about it, Barry?" She smiled as she reached her hands under the hem of his shirt to feel at his abdomen.

Barry sat up to wrap his arms around her waist and flipped her onto her back, a small smile on his face as she squealed his name and tugged at the curls of his hair that had fallen out of its elastic. He knelt between her thighs and looked her over, topless with the tiniest pair of shorts on.

"What am I gonna do about it? Make you cry for me, and keep you in my bed for the rest of the day. Is what I'm gonna do." Barry grinned as he pulled the collar of his shirt, then tugged it off.

"Barry!" She squealed as he dropped to his hands above her and sealed his lips around her neck, while her hands pulled at his hair. She forgot all about her brother back at The Chateau still sitting outside the locked bedroom door, waiting for her to show her face.

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