#this was such a blast and i think it turned out p great!

[joeshiestyslover]

fed up

pairing: lsu!fratboy!joe burrow x lsu!softballplayer!reader

summary: you and joe constantly bicker about anything and everything, but you take it just a little too far, and joe is anything but happy

warnings: language, drinking, mentions of weed, joe is an asshole, smut, oral (f+m receiving), fingering, p in v action, slight degradation and praise, some pillowtalk 

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the moment you met joe you couldn’t stand him. he was extremely cocky and walked around thinking he was hot shit.

every interaction the both of you have is anything but pleasant. he constantly shits on the fact that you play softball for lsu, him saying that nobody cares about the sport. you know he’s always bluffing when he says this because he shows up to every single game, even if it’s only to check out your teammates in their uniforms.

after your practice, your teammate, nat, walks up to you in the dugout. “hey y/n!” “hey nat what’s up?” you ask her as you stuff your mitt into your bag. “you know how i’m seeing that guy on the football team, justin?” “yes i remember. why do you ask?” “well, he invited me to this party tomorrow, but i really don’t wanna go alone. so-“ you cut her off, “you want me to go with you.” “if you want to, you totally don’t have to.” she quickly tells you. “don’t worry nat, i’ll go with you.” you laugh a bit at her nervousness. “thank you so much y/n! i’ll meet you at your dorm at 8 okay?” “sounds good nat.” you swing your bag over your shoulder and begin to walk out of the dugout. “okay perfect. thanks again!” she yells at you, walking away.

the next night, you’re getting ready for the party when your roommate, harmony, speaks up. “what’re you getting all dressed up for?” she asks you. you forgot you never told her about the party because you usually fall straight asleep whenever you get home from practice. “oh i forgot to tell you, i’m going to a party with one of my teammates tonight.” “wait. joe’s party?” she asks you, knowing how much you hate the football player. “it’s joe’s party?!”, you ask. nat never told you that joe was the one hosting the party. “yeah he hosts a party every friday. i thought you knew that.” “do you really think i keep up with that asshole?” you ask her. “i’m just saying i thought you did, but anyway, good luck y/n. you’re gonna need it.” “thanks harmony.” you turn back to your mirror to finish your makeup.

at exactly 8 o’clock, you hear nat knock on your door. putting your earrings in you open your door to find her in a black, skintight minidress with red bottom heels. “wow, y/n, you look hot!” you check yourself out in the mirror, “you think?” you ask her. “fuck yeah, you look great. you ready to go?” “yeah, i’m ready, but quick question: who’s party is this?” you ask, already knowing the answer. “ummm it’s joe’s.” she tells you, not able to look you in the eyes. “i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you, but i knew that if i told you who was hosting, then you wouldn’t wanna go.” nat rambles. “it’s okay. i’m not gonna let that dick ruin my night. i’m sure there’ll be a bunch of people there, i can just avoid him.” you tell her. “yeah you’re right.” she nods. “then let’s go.” you grab her hand and lead her out of your dorm.

you and nat arrive at the frat house, and you can hear the music blasting from inside. you walk in and are immediately overwhelmed by the smell of sweat and weed. “justin!” you hear nat say, and you look to your left and spot justin and ja’marr walking towards the both of you. you are actually fond of both of the football players, mainly because they are nothing like joe. “hey nat!” justin greeted her with a hug while you greeted ja’marr. “hey y/n! i’m surprised to see you here, considering a certain quarterback is here.” ja’marr tells you. “please, i am not scared of him, if anything he’s scared of me.” you scoff. “let’s go get a drink.” nat grabs your wrist and pulls you into to the kitchen. 

as you’re pouring yourself a drink from the punch bowl, you hear a familiar voice nearby. “bro it was fucking crazy, she literally had her legs wrapped around my head. that’s some contortionist shit.” you look around you before you see the 6’4, misogynistic jackass standing to your right with a red solo cup in his hand talking to someone you assume is one of his teammates. even though you hate him, you’re not blind, it’s obvious he’s hot as fuck, but his personality manages to cancel that out. 

before you have the chance to look away, joe locks eyes with you. shit. you immediately break eye contact and walk out of the kitchen to find nat. you see her on the couch making out with justin. you walk up to the both of them and tap your teammate on the shoulder. she pulls away from justin and looks up at you. “what’s up?” she asks. “ummm i think i’m gonna go home.” you tell her, looking around. “why, what’s wrong? did something happen?” she slowly becomes more worried. “not really, it’s just that i wanted to have a good time tonight, and now that joe knows i’m here, i sure as hell won’t.” “oh okay, do you want me to go with you?” “no, don’t worry about it nat. i’ll see you at practice.” you say as you start to walk away. “text me when you get home!” she calls out after you. you give her a thumbs up, and start walking towards the front door.

“leaving already?” you hear from behind you. “not in the mood burrow.” you tell him as you continue walking. “what has softball taken a toll on you now?” he replies sarcastically. you turn around, tired of his comments, “listen joe, all i wanted was to have a good time with my friend, but like always, you made sure that wasn’t possible.” “what the fuck did i do?” he asks, as if he has the nerve to be offended. “what haven’t you done? you always have some dumb comment about me or my softball skills, even though i highly doubt you actually pay attention to the game.” you say to him, becoming extremely annoyed. “and?” you roll your eyes. “look, burrow just let me go home, so i can get away from this party and away from you.” you turn back around and start to walk away from joe.

“why do you hate me so much? what the fuck did i do to you?” he yells at you. you ignore him and continue walking to the door. “i know you can hear me y/n!”, but you once again ignore him. you feel his hand grip your wrist tightly, and turn you around to face him. “don’t fucking touch me, asshole.” you pull away from him, but his hand is still holding on to you. “let go of me!” you yell, desperate to get away from him. “no, not until you tell me what i did!” “you really wanna know joe?” “yes! just fucking tell me!” he tells you as he lets go of your wrist. “it’s because you’re an asshole! you always disrespect me every chance you get! you know, i was willing to be civil to you when we first met, but you made that impossible! by telling me that sports are a guy thing? really? that’s an elementary school insult! but i see something everyone else doesn’t.” you take a step towards him and look him in the eye. “you are not who everyone thinks you are. you’re not really some overconfident, smug, and reckless fratboy who was no problem sleeping with girls then leaving the next morning.” you can see joe clench his jaw. “you know what i think?” you take another step. “i think that you’re a sad and insecure boy from ohio who obviously has to compensate for something.” you say as you look down at his crotch.

“oh? i’m compensating? and how can you be so sure of that?” he asks as his eyes go dark with lust. “i’ve heard things from people. word travels fast around here ya’ know?” “then i might just have to prove them wrong.” he replies, starting to back you up against the front door. “maybe you do.” you say, biting your lip. you see his eyes flick down to your lips. his hands come up to cup your face as he leans his head down to yours. you can feel his breath on your lips, smelling the whiskey he was drinking before. after looking into his icy blue eyes for a few moments, you crash your lips to his. 

the kiss is everything but soft, your teeth and tongues clashing together. “you wanna go upstairs?” joe mumbles against your lips. “fuck yes.” you basically moan. joe pulls away and grabs your hand to take you upstairs to his room. you try to hide your face so that people won’t recognize you; you couldn’t let it get around that the captain of the softball team fucked the football team’s quarterback. 

once you get inside joe’s room, he pins you up against the wall and puts his lips to yours once again. as he slips his tongue into your mouth, his hand begin to roam your body, the pool in your panties getting larger. his hands go from your waist to your boobs, grasping them. your nipples start to get hard underneath his touch, and joe can obviously feel it because he begins to smirk against your lips. joe’s warm hands crawl underneath your tiny crop top, and you lift up your arms so he can take it off. he  gets a look at your black lacy bra, and even though you didn’t think it was possible, his smirk got bigger. “wow y/n, just for me? it’s almost as if you planned this.” he says cockily as he connects his lips to yours once again, his hands going back to your lace covered breasts. “maybe it’s not for you.” you say against his lips. “ya’ know, ja’marr’s kinda fine.” he immediately pulls away from you and yanks you towards the bed, and pushes you onto it.

“oh really?” he reaches his hand under your skirt and feels the pool of wetness between your thighs, “is this all for ja’marr then?” he asks you. “maybe.” you tell him with smirk. joe loses his cocky look and replaces it with a dark one. “i’m getting so fucking fed up with your attitude. i think i’m gonna have to fuck it out of you aren’t i?” joe reaches his hand up to wrap it around your throat as his other hand goes on your waist. “you look so good with my hand around your neck.” he tells you. “mmmm” you moan as he lightly squeezes your throat. “you’re so quiet. what happened to that big mouth you had earlier hmm?” you can’t say anything except, “please joe, just touch me.” “oh you want me to touch you now?” he asks condescendingly. “mhmm” you lightly moan out.

he removes his hand from your throat and snakes it up your skirt. he lightly rubs his knuckle against your clothed clit. “don’t tease joe.” you whine, desperate for his touch. “uh-uh, you’re not the one in charge here y/n.” he brings both his hands to the waistline of your skirt, and pulls it down along with your panties. he looks at your pussy, glistening with your wetness. “god y/n, look at you, all wet and i’ve barely even touched you.” he groans, turned on by how wet you are, and all because of him.

he leaves soft kisses across your thighs, starting with your left then leading to you right, purposefully avoiding the place you need him the most. “please joe.” “i’ve always dreamt of what you taste like.” joe tells you while leaning his head on your right thigh. “i’m not gonna rush this baby.” he finally brings his lips to your clit, sucking on it. you lean your head back and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. “shhh, do you want everyone else to hear? i bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he says against your pussy. you never thought this would be happening: joe burrow eating you out at his party with everyone else downstairs. you also never imagined it would feel this good, his tongue flicking back and forth against your clit, and occasionally sucking on it. “fuck joe, that feels so good.” you say as your hand slips down to tug at his blond locks. “yeah. well, if you’re good, i might just give you a reward.” he brings his hand up to your slit and rubs his middle and ring finger against it. joe then pushes his fingers into you, your hand pulling his hair much harder than before. the feeling is becoming overwhelming, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter. “you gonna cum baby?” joe asks, looking up at you. “mhmm” you moan out. “well, too bad.” he pulls his fingers out of you and pulls his face away from your pussy. you whine at the loss of contact, but once you look at him, you become even more turned on. you can see the mixture of your wetness and his spit glistening on his lips and chin. “i said you would get a reward, i didn’t say it would be you finishing.” joe crawls toward you and pulls off the bed so you’re both standing up. he reaches behind your back and unclasps your bra, and you gasp slightly, a little surprised about how quick he was able to get it off you.

“get on your knees.” he tells you. “on my knees, right now?” you ask as you slowly sink to the floor. “right now.” he says as he starts to remove his shorts and boxers. once they’re fully off, joe’s hard cock springs up in front of your face. you lick your lips, desperate to have his dick in your mouth. you can see the beads of precum leaking from the red and enlarged head of his beautiful and huge cock. “come on baby, you can take me in your mouth right?” he asks as his hand comes down to grip the back of your head to lead your lips to his dick. you open your mouth and engulf almost all of him in one go. his hand remains on the back of your head, but he lets you build your own rhythm. you hollow out your cheeks so you can take more of him into your mouth with your hands stroking the parts of him that won’t fit. you can feel the tears pooling as his tip constantly rams into the back of your throat. you look up at joe through your watering eyes and see him leaning his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure. you moan around his dick, the vibration causing him to groan loudly. “fuck y/n, i’m not gonna last very long if you keep doing that.” this gives you more confidence, so you bring one hand down to cup his full, heavy balls. after a few more seconds, you feel his cum shooting into your mouth. he moans your name loudly and pulls you off his dick.

joe pulls you up off your knees, and lays you down on his bed. he climbs on top of you and kissed you deeply. you can taste yourself on his lips and joe can taste himself on yours. he drifts his kisses from your lips to your cheek all the way to your neck. he kisses on your neck until he gets to your pulse point, and sucks on it. hard. “joe don’t leave any marks.” you tell him, leaving your euphoric haze for a few seconds. “i wont apologize for marking you up. everyone should know you’re mine.” he says as he continues sucking and biting your neck. suddenly, joe sits up and removes his shirt, opening your legs. “you look so pretty spread out like this baby, just for me.” then, he brings his dick down to your pussy, rubbing your slit with his tip, teasing you until you can’t take it anymore. “joe, fuck me properly or ill find someone else to do it.” you tell him grasping his biceps with your hands. without warning, he slams his cock into you, and you scream out at the feeling of being filled. “come on y/n,” he teases. “be a good girl and take it.” he quickly sets a fast pace, showing you no mercy. your moans start to become much louder as you feel the coil in the pit of your stomach start to slowly wind up again. “fuck baby, you feel so good wrapped around me, like you were made for me.” he groans out. he drops his head into the crook of your neck as he continues to rut into you. by this point, you just know everyone in the hallway can hear you, maybe even some people downstairs. he removes his head from your neck to hover above yours. he grabs your chin and says, “open.” you immediately obey and you can see his lips start to pucker as he spits in your mouth. “swallow.” he tells you sternly, and you do. “fuck, you’re such a good fucking slut for me aren’t you y/n?” you’re so fucked out that you can’t even reply to him. “i’m fucking you so good you can’t even speak, you’re such a fucking whore.” he pulls out of you and flips you around so you’re on all fours. he quickly slips his cock back into you, and the new position allows him to just perfectly hit the spot that makes your vision go blurry. “you’re mine, you understand? mine. all fucking mine.” he tells you as he grips your hair and yanks you up so your back is to his chest. he wraps his hand around your throat as he continues to thrust upwards into you. “fuck, i’m gonna cum y/n. do you want that? hmm? i’m gonna stuff you so full, my cum will be leaking out of you for days.” he mumbles into your ear. “yes i want it. please cum in me joe.” you tell him, the first full sentence you’ve been able to speak within the past ten minutes. he lets go of you and you drop back down onto your arms. you can feel yourself about to cum around joe’s thick cock. “ugh-fuck joe-i can’t, i’m gonna cum.” you moan out. “come on baby, cum for me, you can do it, i know you can.” he encourages. with that, the coil snaps, and you’re cumming around him. “that’s it baby, let it out. shit, you look so pretty cumming around me.”

joe’s thrusts start to slightly falter as you’re cumming around him, your pussy clamping down on him making his vision blur. after a few more thrusts, he cums in you with a load groan of your name. he stills in you for a few seconds before he pulls out, and rolls onto his back. you land on your stomach for a while before remembering who you are and who you’re with. you sit up and start to collect your clothes that are scattered across the floor. joe notices you getting dressed again. “where are you going?” he asks you. “umm i’m leaving? isn’t this what you usually do after hookups?” you’re starting to become confused. “will you just stay? please?” you think for a moment before replying, “yeah, yeah of course.” you lie back down next to joe and he wraps his arms around your waist as you lay your head on his toned chest. 

you lie there together for a few second before joe speaks up. “i’m sorry for being such a jackass to you, you don’t deserve it.” “thank you joe, and i’m sorry too. i haven’t been much better either. at least you’ll actually pay attention to me at my games now right?” you ask jokingly. “i’ve always paid attention to you baby. only you.” he tells you as he kisses your forehead.

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[babydollmarauders]

CHRISTMAS MIRACLE — COLE CAUFIELD

cole caufield x fem!reader

12 DAYS OF KINKMAS

summary: in which y/n gets stuck with her enemy, Cole, and finds out hate can lead to some miracle discoveries

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, long intro, handjob, p in v (protected), sub!cole (ish?). (4.7k words)

notes: welcome to day 10 of my 12 days of kinkmas! we’re in the final stretch of kinkmas and i hope you guys are enjoying it!

this isn’t how i want to be spending the first day of my break.

well, i guess the first hour of my break.

i was just getting ready to head home, dreading driving in the blizzard of a snow storm and taking my time to psych myself up, when an equipment manager called me over. he told me a player forgot his ipad and is asking if anyone would be willing to drop it off on their way home because he’d like to go over plays during the break.

hesitantly, i said sure, i’d bring it to them; but what i wasn’t aware of, and what i’m sure my coworker conveniently forgot to mention, is that the player in question is Cole fucking Caufield.

it’s not necessarily that i hate Cole; on the contrary, i had always thought he was extremely kind and talented.

in fact, when i had originally interned with the Laval Rocket, he was always incredibly nice to me. and in turn, i fell for him a little each day.

but then, he was called up to Montreal, and the following season, i was offered the position of media manager for the Canadiens.

i was excited, i spent the week leading up to my first day thinking about how wonderful it would be to be able to joke around with Cole again. i thought of sketch tiktoks for the team to do, most with Cole as the leading man because i knew he was a fan favorite, and questions to ask as they took the ice for practice.

and it was great at first. Cole was sweet and he was always willing to take part in team tiktoks, always greeting me with a smile. but around a month later, something changed.

no longer was he the kindhearted individual i was familiar with, instead he was cold shouldered and rude; snarky and arrogant. and that’s the way it’s stayed. for the past few years it’s felt like pulling teeth to try and communicate with him, and even worse to convince him to be in team tiktoks.

which brings me to now, standing at the front door of his house, an ipad tucked under my arm as i stand in the blistering cold. snow sticks on my lashes, flurries in my hair, but my toque does nothing to shield me from the cold Montréal air.

if i drove here on the icy roads, my windshield wipers at full speed, just for him to not even answer the fucking door, i’m gonna lose it.

i bang my fist upon the door again, body shivering from the cold, and it takes merely a moment for him to finally open the door.

he greets me with a wide smile, but when he sees that it’s me who stands before him, that cheery facade drops, a cold, blank expression taking its place.

i can hear the news blasting from his living room as the heated air wafts out of the home, blasting my face and making my nose go numb from the sudden cold to warm.

“what?” he asks, voice monotone.

“here,” i shove the ipad into his chest harshly, making him cough from the sudden impact, “next time, don’t leave your fucking ipad at the rink.”

he glares back, taking the ipad into his hands and parting his lips to argue.

“it was an accident,” he sneers, “trust me, if i knew you would bring it to me, i definitely would’ve double checked i had it.”

you.

my body fills with anger, insulted yet hurt by the way he says it. as though he’s repulsed by me.

“ya know what, asshole?” i don’t even get to finish my quip before i’m cut off a loud alarm coming from the tv.

it gathers both he and i’s attention, his head snapping back to look at the screen, while i peer around him to see it.

“with the blizzard picking up and roads becoming icier, officials have reported that all roads will now be closed for the night. stay inside and stay warm. we’ll get back to you when the storm passes.”

the news reporters words echo through my head, forcing me to end my comeback and just turn around.

i take a step towards the stairs that lead up to his door, but i’m stopped almost immediately.

“hey, where are you going?” Cole calls out from behind me.

“home!”

“they just said the roads are closed.”

“exactly,” i huff, “which means i need to get going quick so that if i get pulled over, i can say i was already driving.”

i’m about to take a step down the stairs when a hand wraps around my forearm, pulling me back.

“don’t be stupid, y/n,” he says, “you’re gonna crash, and i’m not living with your death on my fucking conscience.”

i turn to look at him, a heated glare in my eyes, “i’m not staying with you.”

a mischievous smirk spreads across his lips as he pushes me toward his open door, “yeah, you are.”

i stumble into the warm house, a stark contrast to the weather outside, and i just get my bearing when i hear the door shut, Cole flipping the lock and walking idly past me towards the living room.

“what the fuck is your problem?” i huff, shaking my head as i succumb to my fate, removing my coat and hanging it on a coat hook next to his door.

“my problem?” he looks over at me astonished, “i’m trying not to let you die.”

i roll my eyes, my arms crossing over my chest.

“i would not have died.” but he’s not paying any attention to my words, his eyes locked on something else entirely.

i follow his line of sight straight down to my breasts, inadvertently pushed up from my crossed arms, and my nipples pebbling through my thin dress.

“oh my god,” i hiss, moving my arms to cover my breasts, “fucking pig.”

his eyes snap up to mine before he rolls them.

“get over yourself, it’s nothing special.”

for some reason, i feel offended. not that him looking at them was great, but the way he shrugs it off and implies my tits are average?

“oh fuck off,” i fume, “people would pay to see these.”

he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows a few times, “you saying people pay to see you naked?”

“what? no!” i’m at a loss for words, not an easy achievement for most people, and yet a common occurrence when i’m around him.

“pretty sure that’s what you implied. and i’m sorry to let you down, but i’m not paying twenty bucks to see your rack.”

i gape, blinking at him in shock, “you couldn’t even pay me fifty to see these!”

i’m not even sure why i’m letting this conversation drag on; why i’m even entertaining it.

i sigh, stalking past him and bumping into his shoulder as i make my way to the living room.

“why would i pay when i could see them for free?” he chuckles at my lame tantrum, following behind me.

“what makes you think that?” i sneer, dropping down on the couch, Cole quick to follow.

“well that’s why you took the job, right?” he laughs, “it’s why you were constantly putting me in the spotlight of the team tiktoks and why you were always so buddy-buddy with me? you’re into me.”

i stare back at him in anger, but also frustration. frustration that anyone would think i would take a job just for a man.

“let’s set things fucking straight,” i snap, “i took the job because it was good pay and i grew up here, therefore, the Canadiens are my team and the plan was always to work for them. long before you showed up.

“i put you in the spotlight of the tiktoks because you’re the fan favorite. you have teeny-bopper girls fawning over your nice guy act and for some reason they fucking eat it up. and finally, i was ‘buddy-buddy’ with you because i thought you were a nice fucking guy and you made me believe we could be friends. never would i ever make a career decision for a fucking guy.”

i’m absolutely seething by the end of my rant, one knee bent on the couch and my body twisted to face him.

“sure.”

that one worded response sets me off. i don’t know what it is about Cole Caufield that gives him the ability to get under my skin like nobody else has, but i’m absolutely rageful.

“god, i can’t believe i ever fucking liked you!” i freeze. the words slipped out before i even had a second to process them, and now i watch as a cocky grin paints his face.

“so you admit, you like me.”

“liked. past tense,” i tell him, “i fell victim to your charming, nice guy facade. but never again.”

“you keep saying that!” he grunts, “i am a nice guy!”

“yeah? well, you certainly pick and choose who to be nice to, and for some reason, i’m not on that list.”

i can’t understand for the life of me why i’m suddenly feeling emotional, but i decide in the moment to blame it on pent up frustration. i always have been an angry crier.

“which is fine,” i sniffle, “but god, you didn’t have to be such a fucking dick. i liked you and i thought you liked me; but then all of a sudden you switched up. you started hating me, and i don’t even know what i did!”

Cole seems at a loss for words, shocked by sudden change of emotions. but, he also seems confused, his brows furrowed and a frown upon his lips.

“you don’t know?” he huffs, “i literally asked you out like five times, y/n! and you rejected me every single time!”

now it’s my turn to be confused, “what? no, you didn’t.”

“uh, yeah, i did! i asked if you wanted to go out for drinks after games like five times and every time you said no!”

realization dawns on me, clarity filling my head, and i can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

“why are you laughing?!” Cole groans, head falling onto the back of the couch and hands covering his face.

“because,” i giggle, “this is ridiculous.”

“how?” his response is muffled by the palms of his hands, but i can hear the frustration in his voice.

“because you asked me out five times and all five times, i thought you were just asking if i wanted to join the team for drinks!”

his hands fly away from his face, head snapping up to look at me, “what?!”

i nod my head, overcome by a fit of giggles.

“you thought i was asking you…. to hang out as a group?”

“yes!” i cackle, “and i get uncomfortable in crowded bars, so i made excuses! jesus, Cole! we’ve hated each other for years because i misunderstood your idea of a date!”

Cole is silent for a moment, staring off in front of him at the news playing on the tv, before he slowly begins chuckling.

“oh my god,” he laughs, a hand slapping down on his thigh and making me laugh even harder, “so you hate me now, don’t you?”

“oh yeah,” i nod, “you were a dick!”

“hey!” he chuckles, “you weren’t very nice to me either! i mean just like fifteen minutes ago you shoved an ipad into my chest!”

“you deserved that.” i point to him, narrowing my eyes.

he shrugs, “alright, yeah, i deserved that.”

the room goes mostly quiet, Cole watching the news, while my sight is drawn to the window, watching the snow cascade down to the ground.

we sit there for at least half an hour, him flipping through channels and me watching the blizzard, before a lightbulb goes off in my head.

“hey, i have an idea.” i announce, catching Cole’s attention.

“hmm?”

“i’m sure we both still have some pent up anger and frustration, we can’t exactly just erase the past couple years of hating each other,” he hums for me to continue, “how about a snowball fight?”

he glances over at me with a singular raised brow, “a snowball fight? what, like we’re six?”

“exactly!” i nod, “we get to pelt each other with snowballs and let out any residual anger towards each other, and then we get to start anew. get a clean slate. whadd’ya say?”

his eyes flicker between me and the window for several moments before he nods, “i say let’s do it.”

with that, we scurry from the couch, bundling back into our coats and toque’s, he even lends me a pair of gloves, and then we’re running out into the thick blanket of snow that covers the ground.

we agree on fifteen minutes to build our shields, hurrying to build snow walls as high as we can, and once i deem the ten minutes over, i’m hiding behind my wall, crafting snowballs into a pile beside me.

grabbing one in my hand, i peer out from behind my shield, watch as Cole does the same, and on instinct my hand flexes forward, throwing the snowball as hard as i can.

obviously not from here, Cole’s shield crumbles upon my third snowball throw, making me cackle as the snow cascades down upon him.

he looks over at me with a glare and i duck down, listening to the pelt of snowballs against my shield, but then it goes quiet and all i can hear is the crunch of snow until suddenly it stops.

my brows thread together as i keep an ear out for any sound, but just as i’m about to peer over my wall, it comes crumbling down, and i look up to find the culprit grinning victoriously.

“hey! no fair!” i huff, throwing a snowball right at his chest. he gapes back at me in astonishment.

“you knocked mine down too!” he shouts, a snowball hitting me in the shoulder.

“yeah, but that was an accident! yours was just poorly made!” another snowball to his shoulder, “mine was made well, you knocked it down on purpose!”

he shrugs, taking off and crunching through the snow as he tries to get away. he stops to pick up more snow and i take my chance to throw, hitting him square in the back.

but he doesn’t even turn around, tossing a snowball over his shoulder. i attempt to dodge it but my efforts are in vain as the snow lands directly on the top of my head, making me scoff in frustration.

“rude!” i yell, taking aim and hitting him directly in the back of the head. snow sticks his hair and he whips around to look at me, but upon seeing me; my hat knocked off and snow covering the top of my head, he starts laughing.

“that’s it!” i call out, stomping over to where he’s fallen onto his butt mid-laughter, his eyes squeezed closed as he chuckles with glee.

towering over him, i hold a snowball in my hand, not throwing it, but instead smashing it upon the top of his head.

his laughter falters, his eyes flying open to scowl up at me as i begin to giggle.

“you’re right, that was pretty funny!” i laugh, but i don’t make it long before i step forward, my foot hitting an icy patch of grass, and i fall forward, a squeal leaving my lips as i land on top of him.

“shit.” i breathe out.

“guess you really did fall for me.” he quips and i roll my eyes, but despite the cheesy line and the freezing cold air, the spots in which his hands rest on my sides are burning.

“that was so corny..” i tell him.

“yeah?” he raises a brow, one hand leaving my side, and i almost mourn his touch, but then a handful of snow is being shoved down my coat and i’m squealing, wiggling on top of him as the snow begins to melt into icy water and trickle down my body.

“oh my god, Cole!” i moan in frustration, my face twisting in discomfort.

“don’t do that.” he stiffens, his hands holding me still on top of him.

confusion pinches my face, but then i feel it, his half hardened cock pressing against my thigh.

my teeth sink into my bottom lip, a spark running through my body, but i push myself off of him, standing up and brushing off my coat.

“ya know what sounds good?” i ask him, stepping back as he stands as well.

“what?” he grunts, a small glare pointed my way.

“hot cocoa,” i smile, “or… something else to warm us up.”

“i don’t know if i have cocoa, but i have coffee.”

i nod, “that works! it’ll warm us up and wake us up!”

Cole trudges into the house and i follow suit, but despite my attempt to change the subject, my mind is still stuck on him being turned on.

a gust of air blows through as i reach the door, a shiver traveling down my spine, and i quickly step inside, shutting the door behind me.

i shed my coat and gloves before kicking off my shoes, hanging my now damp hat on the coat hook over my coat.

trailing behind him into the kitchen, i watch as he opens cupboards, rifling through them. i hop up on the counter, legs pressed together, sitting silently until he huffs and turns around.

“i-” he trails off and i follow his eyesight back down to my breasts for the second time today, my nipples stiff and poking through my dress from the previous frigid air.

“Cole.” i snap my fingers, grabbing his attention as his eyes flick back up to my face.

“hmm?”

“god, if you wanna see ‘em, all you gotta do is ask,” i joke, flipping my hair over my shoulder as Cole steps forward.

“can i see them?” he asks, a wicked smirk plastered to his lips.

my lips part, my eyes wide as i blink back at him.

is he serious right now?

surely he’s joking, but i call his bluff, my thumbs slipping through the shoulder collars of my shirt and pulling them down.

i pull my arms out, the top of the dress now only covering my chest, but he continues staring at me. leveling him with a raised brow as i pull the top of my dress down.

i have every intention of just slowly teasing him, but the fabric glides too quickly, my breasts fully exposed to the chilly air now.

his eyes widen and he stumbles slightly in his hurried steps toward me. my teeth sink into my bottom lip, watching him admire my naked chest.

“you actually-” he cuts himself off with a chuckle, his hands hover in the air before them as he peers at me, “can i?”

i nod, and when his cold skin meets mine, a chill runs through me.

lightly pawing at my breasts, his thumb and pointer fingers pinch my nipples, making my back arch involuntary at the stinging touch.

“Cole.” i whimper through a quiet moan.

he steps even closer, nudging my legs open with his body, and my hands reach out, locking around the back of his neck.

“can i kiss you?” i breathe out.

“fuck yeah.”

i pull him forward, finding his lips with mine in a long overdue kiss, and what starts out slow and careful, quickly heats up into something intense and messy.

my tongue slips into his mouth, pushing and battling against his as he continues playing with my nipples, pinching and pulling, rubbing them between us.

a moan reverberates from my mouth and into his, causing him to smile into the kiss.

“you don’t understand how long i’ve been waiting for this.” he mutters, his lips brushing against mine.

“probably not as long as i have.” i tell him honestly, earning a light giggle from him.

his lips capture mine once more, but his hands divert their attention, trailing down my body and pushing my dress down as a result.

“yeah, i forgot, you have the hots for me.” he grins as i lift my hips, allowing him to pull my dress down my legs and fling it onto the counter.

i roll my eyes, wrapping my legs around his waist lightly, “shut up and take me to your room.”

“yes, ma’am.”

i’m almost frightened by the way my core dampens from his reply. i’ve never generally been a dominant person in the bedroom, but there’s something about him that makes me want to become one.

when we reach his bedroom, i unhook my legs, my front sliding down his body and rubbing against his hardened length as my feet lower to the floor.

my hands find the waistband of his sweatpants, still slightly damp from the snow, and i peer at him through my lashes. when he breathes out a lust-driven ‘yes’ in approval, i push them down, allowing him to kick them off and free his cock from the restraint. he pulls his shirt over his head in a rush, leaving him naked before me in all his glory.

tight muscles and chiseled abs make my mouth water, a sculpted v-line leading to his thick cock.

well, now i know why he has his nickname.

leaning in until my lips are nearly pressing against his ear, i whisper an unsure demand, “get on the bed.”

Cole swallows harshly, nodding as he pulls me toward his mattress. sitting on the edge, he looks up at me, awaiting approval, but i shake my head.

“in the middle.” i clarify.

he follows my orders, sitting prettily in the middle of the bed. an animalistic sensation comes over me, urging me to crawl forward on the mattress, and when i do, i hover over him.

one hand rests upon his abs, tracing the results of his stern training regime, while the other presses into the mattress, holding myself up.

i can feel him shiver underneath me as my nails graze across his torso before i find myself trailing down, wrapping my fingers around his erection and giving a small tug.

a hiss falls from his lips, his jaw clenching as his hips jerk up into my fist.

“aww, look at you.” i coo. i bring my hand up to my mouth, licking up my palm before spitting into it twice, rubbing my fingers into it to lubricate it well.

gripping his cock once again, i slowly begin flicking my wrist, pumping as i stare down at him.

shaky curses and tight grunts come from his mouth, his body writhing underneath me, and the sight is enough to make my core pulse, wetness dampening my panties.

i take the moment to trail wet kisses up his chest, starting from the top of his abdomen and leading all the way up to his collarbone.

“so good for me.” i hum, backing away to spit on his cock.

my thumb rubs over his tip, the mix of precum and saliva helping my hand pump his dick smoothly, and he groans loudly, eyes squeezing shut as his face scrunches in pleasure.

“please, y/n,” he whimpers, his voice cracking, “i’m not gonna last. i wanna be inside you.”

“yeah? you think you deserve my pussy?”

i don’t even know who i am anymore, but i find myself liking the newfound confidence that fills my body.

“yes,” he nods harshly, “yes, please!”

my hand stills, releasing him and flattening against the comforter to wipe off the spit.

“condom?” i question, and he points to his bedside drawer, watching closely as i lean over and grab one.

i open the foil packet carefully, discarding it on the nightstand and pinching the tip before slowly rolling it onto him. my motions earn another huffed out breath of pleasure from his lips.

my thumbs hook into the waistband of my panties, pushing them down and off my legs before i throw them to the floor.

crawling back over top of him, i grasp his cock in my hands one more time, rubbing it through my slick folds. it’s glides smoothly through my wetness, and my head tips back as it rubs against my clit.

“fuck, Cole.”

lining him up with my entrance, i sink down slowly, the tip of his cock penetrating my core and stretching out my walls. the stinging pleasure worsens as i sink down lower, and i begin slowly bouncing with shallow movements until it becomes easier to slide onto his erection.

his hands grip my hips tightly, fingertips digging into my skin, but i can’t bring myself to care as i finally take all of him.

“shit.” he curses through gritted teeth, voice tight.

i slowly begin grinding my hips, my clit brushing against his pelvic bone with every movement, and i cry out as i begin bouncing on top of him, his hips meeting mine with shallow thrusts upwards.

my jaw slackens, breathy moans drifting out as i work my hips up and down, listening intently to the sound of his cock sliding through my wetness as my walls draw him in with each downward motion.

“god, you’re so big.” my words are shaky, my hands clutching at his chest in order to support myself.

soon, my legs begin to tire, shaking in both pleasure and exhaustion, and Cole catches on quickly, taking over the brunt of the work as he begins to pound into me from below.

the intensity of his thrusts sends me falling forward, my tits pressing against his chest, and he takes of the position, capturing my lips with his in a heated manner.

his lips press against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, and it’s a struggle for me not to cry out as the new angle causes the tip of his cock to graze my g-spot with every thrust.

my stomach begins tightening with slowly building pressure, my walls clenching around him with my impending orgasm.

my toes curl, and knowing i’m close, i break our kiss, snaking my hand between our bodies in order to rub my clit.

“fuck, i’m close.” he gruffs, his hips smacking against mine as his thrusts speed up.

i nod my head against him, “me too.”

my fingers circle my clit, pushing me further and further towards the edge, but before i can get there, Cole is one step ahead.

he lets out a harsh grunt, spilling out into the condom as he fucks me through his release, and the feeling of his dick pulsating inside me spurs on my own climax.

my breath hitches, toes curling as i cum around his cock, my fingers slowing down on my clit.

slumping entirely against him, my head lays against his shoulder, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath me.

“what the fuck just happened?” i pant, rolling off of him in favor of burying myself into his side.

his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me tighter to him as he chuckles.

“a goddamn christmas miracle.”

i giggle loudly, a snort escaping me and in turn making him laugh harder.

when we finally calm down, our breathing evening out and our bodies feeling somewhat more relaxed, Cole gets out of the bed, disposing of the condom in his en-suite bathroom trashcan before returning with a wet rag.

i open my legs, my hips jerking as he cleans me up, and i wait patiently as he pulls on a pair of boxers, throwing me a pair and a clean t-shirt.

i pull them on quickly, eager to cuddle more, and when he finally joins me back in the bed, my leg is quickly thrown over his hips, my arm resting on his chest as my head gets buried in his neck.

“you’re a cuddler.” he states the obvious, his hand running up and down my back as i hum in agreement.

“is that a problem?” i question, eyes fluttering shut, and i can feel him shake his head.

he pulls me in tighter, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “just an observation for the future.”

“the future?”

“oh yeah, you’re not getting rid of me now.” he tells me, but i can hear it plain as day; he’s nervous.

i heave out a deep sigh, my body melting into his before i answer, “wasn’t planning on it.”

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wakeup call - lip gallagher

-pairing- lip gallagher x fem!reader

-summary- after you're late for a shift at patsy's pies, lip swings by your apartment to check on you

-warnings- smut minors dni!!, smoking (w33d), shameless activities lol, general smuttiness, unprotected p in v (be smart, wrap it!),

-word count- 2k

-additional notes- not proofread or edited,

18+ minors do not interact!

the southside wasn’t the best place to live and you knew that, between the near-constant construction and the fights on the streets it was a miracle that you ever got a lay in. you hadn’t been able to sleep until at least 3 am since your neighbours decided to blast crappy songs in an attempt to hide the fact they were fucking all night long (it didn’t work, obviously). And it sounded like they just started up again, great.

you sigh as you glance at the clock, 9.34 am, there goes your lie-in. you roll over and pull a pillow over your head, but the pounding against the wall only gets louder. eventually, you decide you can’t take it anymore, full of rage and lack of sleep, you throw yourself out of your warm bed, tugging your robe on tight. as you make your way to the front door you realise the banging was not your neighbours going for round 5, it was someone knocking on your door, aggressively.

you grab the wooden baseball bat you keep by the front door just in case and make your way to the door. on your tip toes, bat raised, you squint to look through the peephole. you roll your eyes and lower the bat. what was lip gallagher doing pounding on your door on a sunday morning?

“what do you want?” you swing the door open.

juxtapose to his knocking, he didn’t seem angry.

“fi sent me, you didn’t show up for your shift,” he said plainly.

fiona really helped you out when you were in a bad place, she gave you a job at patsy’s and let you rent one of her apartments. she got you off the streets and gave you stability and for that, you were forever grateful but you knew you didn’t have a shift today, you never had a shift on a sunday, and in the rare case you worked a sunday shift you wouldn’t start til 11. you told lip that much.

“it’s saturday and…” he pulled out his phone to check the time, “it’s quarter past 12,”

“what? no, my clock said…” you trailed off rushing back to your bedroom

9.34 am still flashed on your alarm clock, the power must have gone out. you grabbed your phone from where it was charging but it didn’t turn on. it died last night on your shift, but you plugged it in. and it was still plugged in you pushed the cord and your phone lit up letting you know it was finally charging.

“fuck!” you flopped back onto your bed, dragging your hands down your face.

“i’ll call fiona,” you jumped not realising he had followed you, standing in the doorway of your bedroom.

“thank you, i’ll literally be 5 minutes,” you pushed past him making your way to the bathroom.

you brushed your teeth in record time, turning the faucet off you overheard him on the phone.

“…she can’t stop throwing up, fi. there’s no way she can come in.”

you poked your head out of the bathroom “what the fuck are you doing?!?” you mouthed to him.

“relax, trust me” he turned his attention back to his phone, “i think i’m gonna stay here a little while and make sure she’s okay,”

you looked at him with wide eyes, what was he doing? you were practically ready for work and he just told fiona you’re not going in.

“what was that all about?” you started as soon as his phone was back in his pocket.

“well now neither of us has to go to work” he shrugged with a smug smile.

“and what if fiona decides to come to check up on us?” you questioned. when you are actually sick, sometimes fiona will stop by and check on you, maybe bring you some soup and a box of tissues. what if she came to check up on you and saw you were fine and lip was nowhere to be seen?

“guess we will have to hang out here, ya know just in case,” he settled himself on the sofa.

“whatever, i’m gonna try and get some sleep,” lack of sleep finally caught up to you as you shuffled to your bed that had long lost its warmth.

after what felt like an eternity you gave up on going back to sleep. tired of tossing and turning you moved to the living room. plopping yourself on the opposite side of the couch from where lip was scrolling on his phone, as whatever daytime show played on your tv. you reached under your coffee table, pulled out your rolling tray, and began rolling a joint. you saw lip watching you out of the corner of your eye but chose to ignore him until you brought the joint to your lips. you locked eyes with him as you slowly slide your tongue out to lick the gum strip before rolling the joint closed. you only broke eye contact to find a lighter, which of course you couldn’t find. lip shifted his body weight as he pulled a lighter out of his pocket, he moved closer to you and sparked it. you leaned in, joint held between your lips, looking down as the end glowed red in the orange flame.

you brought your fingers up to remove the blunt from your lips, closing your eyes and leaning back as you inhale, feeling the warmth of the weed spread throughout your whole body, instantly relaxing you. exhaling, you sit up again taking another puff before holding the spliff towards lip, instead of taking it he pulled you closer to him with your outstretched arm. you’re confused until you finally exhale your last puff and he inhales it keeping his eyes on yours. you bring the joint to your lips once more, inhaling deeper this time, moving your lips inches away from his as you exhaled.

you watch as the milky smoke moves from your lips to his. your entire being is warm, maybe its the weed, maybe its lips hands resting on your legs, or simply the close proximity, but you feel lightheaded. finally breaking eye contact with him you place the joint in the ashtray- but don’t you move from your cross-legged position and he doesn’t move his hands from your legs.

you watched his eyes fall from yours to your lips and back again. you knew what was coming next, it was only a matter of time. you and lip have had this predicament going on for a while now. you’d flirt with each other, tease each other, until the tension hung in the air like smoke, and just when one of you was about to make a move, there was always an interruption. sometimes it was a phone call, or someone walking in, no matter what it was the interruption was always there. maybe it was a sign that you shouldn’t, but neither of you cared enough to pay it any mind.

but here, in your apartment, alone, together, with nowhere to be, there was no interruption this time. he knew that you knew that, still neither made the move to close the gap. maybe a little more weed would help speed things along, you reached towards the half-smoked joint still in the ashtray, but he stopped you, his hand on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. before you could say anything, do anything, his lips were on yours, hungry as if he was starved and only you could satisfy his hunger.

his hands on your face pulling you impossibly close, you pulled yourself to be on his lap, your arms around his neck fingers tangling in his hair. no distractions, no interruptions, just you two on the couch smoke hanging in clouds around, keeping the world out.

you feel him grow hard beneath you, grinding against him, searching for friction in any form, he growled in your mouth so you continued.

he pinned you between himself and your worn-down couch, his tongue moving against your own. you bucked your hips, still chasing any kind of touch or friction. his large hands came to pin your hips against the tattered couch, you whined missing the movement.

“be patient,” he kissed your jaw. you turned your head to allow him more access as he left sloppy kisses down your neck, nipping here and there. you bit down on your lip to not give him the satisfaction.

he soon found out how worked up he’d got you when he shoved his hand down your pants. his slender fingers teasing your clit with large, slow circles. you reach between you to start unbuttoning his pants but he uses his opposite hand to pin your wrists above your head.

“really?” you huff out

“i told you to be patient,” he smirked applying pressure to your clit that caused you to squirm beneath him, his teeth at your neck.

eventually, he removed his hand from your wrists in favour of your boobs, pulling your neckline down to expose your chest. one hand pinching at your nipple, the other keeping up the slow circles on your clit, as if he couldn’t be doing anymore he brought his lips to your free nipple, sucking and nipping leaving you a mess. the room was spinning, your head clouded, heart beating wildly underneath your ribcage.

he removed himself from you, much to your displeasure. with his legs on either side of you, he unbuttoned your pants, pulling them and your underwear down in one swift motion, leaving you breathless. with him above you now you could see his cock struggling against his jeans, almost instinctively you reach up to unbutton them. he stands up to remove them further as you kick yours from around your ankles.

he kneels over you once more, one hand next to your head the other pumping his cock between you. you look down to watch, subconsciously biting your lip. he readies himself between your legs, and you wrap your arms around his neck. in one agonisingly slow thrust he bottomed out. you squeezed your eyes shut mentally adjusting your self.

he places a hand on your hip as he pulls out almost completely, he looks down where the two of you connect. you can’t help but buck your hips desperate to feel him inside of you again. he brings both his hands to you hips to press you into the couch, all you can do is whine, showing him just how desperate you are.

before you knew it his hips snapped against yours in a ruthless thrust causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head, a mix of a moan and a scream climb from your throat.

his lips against your ear now “ i warned you to be paitent,” his voice darker than before

“guess i’ll just have to teach. you. a lesson.” each word punctuated with a thrust deeper than the last. you felt yourself coming undone, he knew it too, between the moans you let out and your nails in his back, lip knew exactly what he was doing to you.

he released you hips from his grasp but didn’t let up on the speed, he brought his thumb to your clit drawing slow steady circles, a mind-numbing contrast to his thrusts now growing sloppy.

his breath hot across your face, he was close, you were too, it was a matter of time before one of you came tipping the other over the edge. he picked up the circles on your clit hoping to make you come first, you attacked his neck with your tongue, trying not to give him the satisfaction. but it was to little to late, he had you a mess beneath him, you wrapped a leg around his hip, allowing him to hit just the right spot.

in a matter of seconds, you came, closing your eyes you allowed yourself to be swallowed by the sensations, lip following closely behind, collapsing on top of you.

eyes still closed, trying to catch your breath, you feel lip get up and move to the other side of the couch, then you hear the lighter click and his steady inhale. without opening your eyes you stick you hand out in his direction awaiting the joint, instead you only hear him inhale again. you sit up giving him a death glare.

“did that lesson really teach you nothing?” he smirks before blowing the smoke in your direction.

you stand up, taking the joint from him before sitting on his lap, taking a long inhale.

“i guess i’ll be needing more lessons then”

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Ej, Lj, Masky, Hoodie, Masky, Ticci Toby and Bloody Painter x reader who draws them

Prize 5/5 for @reivelmin !! I hope you've enjoyed all of your prizes WOOHOO!! I had a blast writing them, hardly ever get the excuse to write for some of these characters EHEHEHEHE

EYELESS JACK

I've always headcanoned that Jack was always a bit of an artist himself, although the most he does it sketch every now and then to keep his kind busy. He points out some techniques he recognizes and asks you about it. It.. actually takes him a moment to realize that all of the drawings are him. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head before he tries to move on. This opens the window for the two of you to draw together every now and then.. though jack is always a little embarrassed.. flustered.. with the knowledge that you have so much of him in your book

LAUGHING JACK

Very loud when saying he loves it. Hes flipping through the pages before pausing, looking you dead in the eye. He makes a comment about how you must be soooooo obsessed with him. Hes teasing you, of course! He offers to draw you in return.. though dont expect anything crazy, Jack's not.. the best artist- and hes okay with that! Loves looking through your art whenever you offer it. Would kick his feet in the air while looking through the pages. Sometimes you give him sketches to color, to keep him busy while you have to go do something

MASKY

He already knew what you were drawing him before you ever have the chance to show him. The man is silent and is constantly keeping an eye on you.. he does NOT know how to be a normal roommate!! You probably dont get the chance to show him yourself, because he points at a stray pencil marking that you forgot to erase. Worst jumpscare of your life, if you werent already aware of his presence in the room... he.. actually gives a thumbs up. Which doesnt seem like much but considering that he doesnt really emote, that's a huge thing... now does he think it's a little odd that you have a bunch of sketches where hes the reference? A little, but he does offer some good poses and lighting due to him tending to lurk in the shadows

HOODIE

Very similar to Masky but at least he pretends to not know. You walk up to him with your sketchbook and hes so obviously playing dumb but its.. sweet that hes pretending. He takes his time looking through all of the art, where some of the others get too excited and flip through it all. He doesnt talk, but he does communicate that he thinks it all looks great via sign.. oh he would definitely start leaving sticky notes with doodles around for you to find

TICCI TOBY

I think Toby would be a little overwhelmed, he didnt think anyone would be interested in him enough to want to fill an entire sketchbook with him. He tries to cover up his shock by lightly making fun of the situation. Though every tease he tries to draw out falls flat, as everytime he goes to poke fun of something about the art he trails off. Besides, he couldn't bring himself to actually make fun of the stuff you make.. if it's a gift, you offer to take it back but he quickly shuts that down. Its like the Bob's burger friendship bracelet audio, "no fuck off its mine"

BLOODY PAINTER

As an artist himself, he asks you about what materials you used as well as the techniques you used! Unlike EJ, Helen is more thorough in his questioning and knows a lot more fancy terms.. he points out the good parts of your pieces, and catches himself before giving his criticisms.. he at least makes sure that the criticism is wanted before just unloading (and even then hes constructive! Hes well aware that just dunking on someone does nothing to help them grow). It actually strikes his ego a lot that you would dedicate so much time and material to just him, and it inspires him to make something for you in return. If he didnt know you were an artist prior to this, he offers to paint with you.. whether as a collab or just simply working parallel to one another! Just please pay no mind to him staring at you more intently while hes at his canvas...!

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I Can See You

Loki Laufeyson x Fem Avenger!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex (R Receiving), P in V Sex, No Protection (This is fiction, you are not, WRAP IT UP), Choking (R Receiving), Fraternizing Between Co-Worker, Mentions of Loki Being Able To Read Minds, Secret Relationship, Mentions of Hickeys, Jealous!Loki, Mentions of Masturbation (Reader), Mentions of Loki getting slapped, Mentions of Alcohol, Drunken Confessions, Reader has Dark Humor

PREFACE: Loki and Reader were the newly recruited Avengers, who everyone thought just hated each other, but unbeknownst to them, they were a lot friendlier when no one was watching

A/N: Flashbacks In Italics!

Earpiece Monologue In Bold and Colored!

Loki changed after the events of Avengers 1 and gets recruited in this A/U!

"So sweet", he groaned against my cunt,

Pounding his fingers into me, as his free arm wrapped around my leg to hold me in place. How we ended up in the janitor's closet was actually quite the story.

"Don't stop, please!", I whined,

"Oh, I don't plan on it", he grinned.

Loki and I met a few months ago, when we were both recruited into the Avengers and at the beginning, we actually didn't get along.

All I'd heard about the God of Mischief prior to meeting him was that he invaded and nearly destroyed the city of New York, so to say I wasn't his biggest fan would've been an understatement.

"Welcome to the team, kid", Steve nods,

"Thank you", I smiled,

"This is great! Now we have two extra sets of hands to help with the work load!", Thor roared,

Causing me to look back at him in confusion.

"Two?"

That's when the original six turn to each other, awkwardly.

"Well, go ahead, Captain Thunderpants, it was your idea", Tony snipped.

My eyes meet Thor's, curiously.

"Well...there may be...a new recruit"

"Really? Who?", I questioned,

"Uh...", he looks to his friends for help,

"Don't look at me", Nat refused,

"Not a chance in hell", Tony also declined,

"Steve? Banner? Barton?"

"We're good", Bruce answered on behalf of the other men.

"Oh, come on, how bad could it be?", I asked.

Just then, the door slides open, revealing the devil himself.

"Team", he greeted,

Letting himself in, before his eyes fell upon me. My head snaps back in Thor's direction, who had already taken three steps back.

"Loki?!"

"Yes?", he answered.

After letting out a deep exhale, I began walking up to him.

"I don't think we've officially met-"

Unable to control my anger, I slap him hard across the face, bringing shock to all parties in the room.

"That was for New York!"

Smirking, he turns back to me, before looking over at his brother.

"I like her", he teased,

Making me groan in disgust.

For the next following weeks, I tried my best to avoid him at all costs and my plan was going according to how it should...till that the damned mission.

I was fighting off one of the Ultron bots and failed to see one charging up at me. Just as I was about to be blasted by the ray of its laser, I was pushed out of the way and pinned to the wall, left to watch another building collapse from it's lethal impact.

I turn to see who it was and there stood Loki, holding me in place by the small of me waist.

"You alright?", he questioned.

His eyes pouring into mine with such concern. All I could focus on was how little distance there was between us. My lips barely an inch away from his.

Once I realized what was happening, I snapped out of it.

"I'm fine", I said dismissively,

Before getting back to work.

Tony: Pretty cozy lookin', you sure we didn't interrupt something?

(Y/N): Shut up, Tony

Later that night, I found myself restless and unable to fall asleep. All I could think about was him and how his body felt...right against mine. How his lips were just right at my own, almost brushing against them.

I knew it was wrong, but the more I thought about how intense that moment was and how willing he was to risk his life for mine, the less I grew to despise him.

I touched myself all night to the image, till I was all tuckered out and able to drift peacefully off to sleep.

A day later, during the blowout celebration for destroying Ultron, I decided the only way I could ever face Loki again was to drink.

Sure, one or two shots would've sufficed, but alas, I got carried away and ended up somewhere near ten. Don't ask.

"Okay, you're cut off", Steve says,

Trying to take the shot glass away from me.

"Boooo, what are you my dad?"

That's when the captain's eyes widen.

"Oh shit, he's dead", I say,

Right before bursting into laughter.

"That calls for another shot!", I sing cartoonishly,

"No-"

"I've got this", a low voice says from behind me.

I look over my shoulder and roll my eyes, groaning. This man was just always somehow at the right place, at the right time.

"You sure?"

"I am, thanks", Loki reassured,

Steve nods and walks off.

"A water, please", he asked the bartender,

"I don't need you to babysit me", I slurred,

"Well, stop acting like child and I will"

"Pffft, you're lucky you're as hot as you are. I wouldn't take this shit from anyone else", I accidentally confessed.

The moment I saw his eyes widen and his fine lips curl up into a grin, I felt the realization of what I'd just done hit me.

"Don't you dare tell anyone I said that!", I warn,

Leaning forward to point, when my elbow slips off the table. Luckily, he caught me before I met the hard floor.

"Alright, let's get you to bed", he struggled,

Before throwing me over his shoulder and using his free hand to keep my dress from rising.

If it hadn't been for the loud music and crowd of people dancing, the team would've seen us and gods knew, they'd never let me live it down.

I wake up being greeted with a splitting headache and the sun shinning impossibly bright through the gap in my curtains. I was beyond relieved to remember that it was Saturday and I could take my time recovering from this hangover.

Pulling the comforter off me, I noticed that I hadn't taken off the dress I wore the night prior. As a matter of fact, I couldn't even remember how I made it to my room.

I groan to myself, eventually getting up and heading to the kitchen, but as I did, I find Loki making himself a cup of coffee. He turns to face me and grins at my less-than-stellar state.

"Morning. Care for a cup of coffee?"

"No, thanks", I snipped,

Making him scoff to himself.

I grab a bowl and began pouring in my cereal, before adding the milk and taking a seat at the dining table.

Once Loki's was done stirring his coffee, he takes the chair, right across from me. As inappropriate as it was for me to shamelessly stare at his toned arms, I couldn't seem to stop myself.

"Enjoying the view?", he remarked sarcastically,

Snapping me out of my daze.

"Bold of you to assume I was enjoying it"

He shakes his head, smiling to himself.

Curiously, my brows knit together, as my eyes narrowed at his reaction.

"What?"

"Nothing", he coyly replied.

Something was off. His once-passing glances were now longer and focused on places I'd never seen them on before. My lips, my collarbones...my chest. I couldn't help but blush at the sudden attention.

Not wanting to delve too deeply into it, I brush it off and avert my attention back to the breakfast before me.

"So?"

I look up from my bowl of cereal.

"Are we going to talk about it?", he questioned,

"Talk about what?"

"The delicious little confession you made last night"

"What are you-"

Fuck, I thought to myself.

"Ah...so you do remember?"

"I don't know what you're talking about", I rushed,

As I got up and abandoned the bowl, trying to escape the awkward encounter.

"Oh, I think you know plenty", he challenged,

Trailing behind me.

"I was drunk, obviously what I said didn't mean anything"

"Oh, darling, try as you might, I know it to be true"

I turn to tell him off, when I was met with him being closer than I anticipated. He brushes a stray hair from my face, causing a breath to hitch in the back of my throat.

"You've thought about it. You've thought about all the dirty little things you wish I'd do to you. The only person denying it...is you"

I was at a loss for words. All I could do was focus on keeping my knees from buckling, as he spoke to the deepest parts of my longing. He leans forward, now holding the side of my face and pouring his baby blue eyes into mine.

"These walls may be soundproof, but your thoughts...they're just so loud", he brushes his fingers down my arm,

"I couldn't help myself from taking a little glimpse into that pretty head of yours...do not get in the way of your own pleasure", he whispers.

My skin was on fire and my heart was threatening to give out. Any sense of reason disappeared the moment his hands abandoned my warm cheeks and trailed down to the sides of my waist. With no reservations left in mind, I grab him by the back of his neck and crashed my lips onto him.

I was then thrown into the air and my legs instinctively wrap over his hips. My tongue darting out, meeting his in a heated exchange.

"Just this once", I pulled away.

Well...lets just say that was a blatant lie.

We met almost every night since that day and neither side had any complaints. In each other's rooms, the showers, the kitchen island and couches when no one was in.

It felt almost impossible to keep our hands off of each other. He was a god after all and he sure did fuck like one.

But not all was fair in love and war.

He always felt the need to mark his territory. For instance, the Hickey incident, when Loki left one the size of an orange on the side of my neck.

"Steve was on my ass for this today", I say,

Trying to conceal the mark with makeup.

"He could only ever dream of it"

I playfully rolled my eyes, continuing to cover it up.

So, it should've come as no surprise to me, when I was yanked into the closet, after being overheard playfully flirting with Thor by Loki. Unbeknownst to him, that was my plan all along. To get him so frustrated, that he was left with no choice but to screw me out of my mind as a lesson.

He was always so possessive. Not that I minded.

As a matter of fact, it turned me on more than anything, knowing that it drove him up the wall, seeing me receive attention from anyone, other than him. Call it evil, but I liked the power I had over the god and it seemed like he was more than okay with giving it to me. Even MORE okay with taking out his frustrations on me during our intimate moments.

After effortlessly making me come undone on his skilled tongue, I was immediately flipped onto my stomach with no chance of catching a breath. I hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his pants hitting the ground around his feet.

"You just love how riled up I get over you, don't you? Purposefully throwing yourself at my brother of all people, simply to get a reaction out of me? Not a smart move, pet", he groaned,

Before finally impaling me in one thrust. I gasp at the sudden fullness and his hand reaches from behind me, using my throat to hold me taut against his expensive white button up shirt.

"Now now, we wouldn't want anyone to find you in this compromising position, now do we? With your hair a mess, your lipstick smeared and my cock buried deep inside you?"

He pulls away slightly, only to thrust back inside me with a newfound harshness. Not that I minded, but this time felt...different.

His pace was brutal and desperate, like he had something to prove. The angle allowing him to fill me to the hilt.

I could feel the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting me right where I needed it to.

"Loki", I quietly moaned into the air,

"Such a sweet girl. Letting me ruin her right next to our co-workers", he groaned against the skin of my neck.

The coil in the pit of my stomach began to heat up and tighten. The closer I was to my next climax, the more wanton cries of pleasure began escaping my lips.

"I feel you pulsing around me, darling. Let go for me. I'm close", he grunted against my ear.

With his hips faltering and going faster and faster, I was left at the mercy of my climax overwhelming my senses and rendering me weak and limp.

Within the next few seconds, Loki paints my clenching walls with hot ropes of white, moaning into the shell of my ear.

Once I had somewhat come down from high, I caught my breath.

"They definitely heard us", I exhaled,

Causing him to chuckle tiredly.

"Good. At least now they'll know who you belong to"

#loki laufeyson #mcu #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson oneshot #loki laufeyson fanfic #loki laufeyson fluff #loki laufeyson angst #loki laufeyson smut #tom hiddleston

[tonyspank]

PROLOGUE | THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

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"You should come." You hear Jack say over the phone, you lean back into the couch, placing your feet on top of your coffee table. "I don't know, Jack. I think your famous friends wouldn't like that,"

Jack sighs. "Dude, come on. Don't be like that." Now it's your turn to sigh, you sit up from the couch before standing up, walking into the kitchen. "They'll love you, maybe you could even sing for them." You can't help but chuckle.

"Yeah. Immediately no." He laughs, but as soon as it dies down, he's back to convincing you.

"Y/N. It's just a party. Please, one night. One night is all I ask from my best friend." You playfully roll your eyes, "Don't play the best friend card on me." You jump up onto the counter, swinging your feet.

"I'm so so sad! Y/N! My own best friend, won't come to a party with me to celebrate my new movie release." You laugh, shaking your head.

"Am I even allowed?" Jack nods his head even though you can't see it. "Of course. There's a guest list and I put your name."

Your mouth opens in shock, "Wait." He hums playfully, a cheeky smile on his face. "You put me on the guest list before you even asked me?" You ask, and be hums again. "Yep. You basically have to come now."

"You know what," Jack's smile widens in anticipation, "I'll come." He jumps up from his chair, earning a few looks. "Yes!" You laugh at his reaction before hopping off the kitchen counter.

"I'll pick you up at," You lean back into the counter as Jack checks his watch on the other side of the phone, "Nine." You push yourself off the counter, "Okay."

"Great! I gotta go now, but I'll see you tomorrow." You look at the time prompted on your stove, reading 10:47. "Alright Jack, see you tomorrow.

He mumbles a goodbye before hanging up the phone. You stand in the middle of your kitchen as you're finally processing that you agreed to go out with Jack and his famous friends.

"What the fuck did I just get myself into," You mumble to yourself, walking back into the living room.

Before you knew it, it was time for Jack to pick you up. You were waiting outside your apartment building, a cigarette dangling from the corner of your mouth as you pat yourself down looking for your lighter.

After the first pat down, you try again, and then again, but after a while, you stop. Accepting defeat that you left your lighter inside your apartment.

You take the cigarette out of your mouth, throwing it on the ground. "Maybe it's a sign I need to quit," You mutter to yourself.

There's a black SUV that pulls up in front of you, and quickly the window is rolled down revealing your childhood friend. "What the hell are you wearing!" Jack shouts over Taylor Swift blasting in the truck.

You look down at your outfit and then back at Jack, "What's wrong with my outfit?" Jack raises his eyebrows, and you watch his eyes look you up and down before looking back into your eyes.

His eyebrows drop and a smile is prominent on his face, "I'm just joking!" He laughs causing you to roll your eyes. "Get in!"

You look at the cigarette one more time before making your way inside the SUV. Jack scoots over, giving you some room to sit before holding out his hand. You smile doing your signature handshake, it wasn't anything special, but it meant a lot to the two of you.

As soon as the two of you are buckled up, the driver pulls off. You grimace, "Can we at least play some different music?"

"Of course not," Jack says, smiling at you playfully. You can't help but smile back, turning your head towards the window to hide it.

When you arrived, your eyes immediately began to water from all the flashes. You couldn't understand how Jack could deal with it, but as long as he's happy. A buff man opens the door for you, and you step out, waiting for Jack before going any further.

Jack sends you a slight smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as both of you cover your eyes from the flashes.

You hear Jack's name shouted a bunch of times followed by questions.

"Jack! Jack! Can you look this way?"

"Jack, who are you here with?"

"Jack! Is this your girlfriend?"

You can't help but snicker, leaning your head toward his ear. "Now that's funny." Jack chuckles, leaning towards your ear now, "Are we, not boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Your smile increases, and your hand is rested on his back, as the two of you are finally inside the building. Your ears are filled with the loud chatting that fills the room along with a song you're unfamiliar with, the bass blasting off of the room's walls.

When Jack meant party, he really meant a party. It was crowded, and you could barely see the floor of how many feet were covering it.

Jack's arm is off your shoulder, but his hand soon replaces it. "Let's go say hello to my famous friends." He teases, you shake your head, following behind the curly-haired boy. Every now and then your eyes would search the room, looking for what exactly? You didn't know.

You guys stop once you're near the back of the building, near a bunch of booths.

"Hey guys," Jack lightly shouts, gaining attention from his group of friends. You knew who they were, of course, they were celebrities. They just didn't know who you were.

"This is my friend, Y/N." You send the group a smile and a slight wave, their eyes leave Jack before landing on you. They smile back, and some of them wave back.

"Oh! Hey," Mason speaks up, "I'm Mason," He introduces, pointing at himself. "This is Melissa, Jasmin, Liana, and..." He points to each of them, then starts looking around for someone. "She's not here yet, but, yeah! It's nice to meet you.

"Likewise," You say, scratching your nose. It's something you did when you felt awkward, and this was extremely awkward for you. But introductions are always awkward, right?

"I love your outfit by the way," You hear Jasmin say, you smile before nudging Jack, "This guy here didn't." Jasmin's jaw drops playfully, as a loud gasp comes from her mouth. "Jack!" She teasingly shouts at him.

"It's okay, Jack has no sense of style when his stylist is gone," Liana speaks up sending you a jokingly wink, you chuckle and see Jack hold his chest in a fake hurt. "What is it? Bully Jack Day?" You pat his back, "It's always bully Jack day.

Everyone laughs, and Jack goes to sit down, plopping down right beside Mason. Melissa scoots over, patting down beside her. "Here, sweetheart. You can sit right here," You try and ignore the faint blush that appears on your cheek from the pet name.

"So," You turn to the left of you being met with Liana. "How'd you meet Jack," She asks, taking a sip of her drink. "We're actually childhood friends." Melissa and Liana nod, listening. "We met in... I think it was gym class. Freshman year too."

"Aww," Melissa coos. "I can kinda see it now," Liana laughs a bit, nodding her head again at Melissa's words. "Right! Lil' freshman Jack."

The three of you fall into a conversation, most of it being about you as they wanted to get to know you better. You felt bad earlier, judging Jack's friends only because they were famous. They were actually sweet people who made you feel like you belonged in under five minutes, and not only were they nice, they were funny as well.

"Excuse me," You say, excusing yourself from the conversation. "I'll be right back." Melissa and Liana mutter out an okay, sending you a small smile.

You weren't going to lie, you were in a desperate need of a smoke. Right about now you were wishing you didn't throw away your cigarette or you wished you had quickly run inside your apartment to get your lighter before Jack arrived.

You walk over to the bar, standing there waiting for the bartender to be done with his current customer before coming to you. "What can I get you?" He asks, drying his hands off with a white cloth. "Uh," You scratch your nose, "Do you have a smoke and a light?"

The bartender raises his eyebrows, "A smoke and a light." You're about to speak up until he reaches in his back pocket, "Today's your lucky day." He hands you a pack and a lighter, and you thankfully take it. "Don't worry about returning it. I'm trying to quit."

"Me too," You mumble to yourself. "Thank you," You say, raising the items in your hand, he nods, and you're now walking towards the back exit.

Now you're back in the same position as earlier, a cigarette dangling from but this time with a light. You didn't exactly know when your addiction started. You only remember every other week you're back in the gas station, buying a pack of cigarettes.

Of course, you've tried to stop, you tried chewing gum, or you've tried cigars instead, but you could never really stay consistent or committed.

But commitment has always been a problem in your life, rather it is with giving up smoking, picking up a hobby, or staying in a relationship.

You took a drag of your cigarette, calming yourself down, as you lay back against the brick wall. You wondered if they were wondering where you were. Or, maybe just Jack. This isn't the first time Jack has invited you to hang out with more of his famous friends, he'd actually invited you on set when he was filming the new Avatar. Where you'd met Zoe Saldana and you swore you fell in love with her the second your eyes met. 

You weren't one of those people who go crazy when they see celebrities because you lived in LA,  there had been many times you'd seen famous people. Whether it be at work, walking down the street, or again, with Jack.

But wow, was Zoe Saldana way more beautiful in

person.

"You know those are bad for you, right?" A teasing voice says, you turn your head confused and slightly shocked at the sudden voice.

A cloud of smoke leaves your mouth as your eyes fall on her, her being Jenna Ortega. You'd have to be living under a rock if you didn't know who Jenna Ortega was.

You'd first seen her as your cousin had been watching that one show on Disney channel, and then you had seen her again recently due to the show You on Netflix, which was when you officially knew her name.

The first thing you noticed was her perfect smile, and the teasing smirk that played on her pink plum lips. Then you noticed her freckles that spread across her face like some sort of puzzle.

You met her dark brown doe-eyes. And it felt like you couldn't look away, her eyes were so... addicting. If you looked any longer you'd believe they'd become even more addicting than your cigarettes.

"Yeah," You mutter. "Hard to quit though." She nods at your words, "Have you actually tried, or did you make poor attempts and say that you did?"

You eye her, not saying anything. You speak again when you take the cigarette out of your mouth, throw it out, and step on it.

"The second part." She laughs, staring deep into your eyes. You don't scratch your nose, instead, you run your tongue around your teeth, fighting back a smile. "Why are you back here anyway?"

"What? A lady can't catch a breather." She half-jokes, and you nod your head, remaining in eye contact. "Without security?" You add, she breaks the eye contact, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"Ah," She starts, "I thought we were about to have a fun conversation without you bringing something up about me being famous."

"Who says non-famous women can't have security," You shrug causing Jenna to smile. You'd never get sick of seeing that, "Then where's your security then?"

"Got me there," You laugh together. "So, what exactly are you doing here," You ask, lifting yourself up from the wall, Jenna has to look up, now that you're fully standing up.

"You're very curious about why I'm back here, huh?" You smile, nodding your head with a slight tilt at the end. "There are too many paps at the front, so I came back here. And then I saw this mysterious girl leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette, like she was straight out of a cowboy western." She finishes off with a smile.

You laugh again, and Jenna can't help but smile, watching the way your eyes slightly close, or the way your dimples appear. Her heart flutters and there are suddenly butterflies in her stomach.

"A cowboy western, wow..." You drag out, and begin laughing again, Jenna joins in, placing a hand on her stomach, and the other on your arm. But this doesn't catch you by surprise, it feels nice. You also don't miss the way your body warms up from the slight touch.

"You're pretty funny, Ortega."

"I know." You playfully roll your eyes, a slight smile on both of your faces. "But, I believe I've overstayed my welcome with all the celebrities."

Jenna's smile dies now, noticing you're about to leave. "You're not going back inside?" She asks hopefully, she wanted to get to know you better, and she also wants to see that laugh of yours she began to become familiar with.

"Nah," You shake your head. "Tell Jack I said goodbye though." She furrows her eyebrows, who was Jack? Before she could ask your name, or who the hell was Jack, you were walking away, holding up a peace sign.

Jenna feels her phone vibrate in her purse, she takes it out, seeing a message from Jack Champion. And then it clicks, there's no way you meant Jack, Jack, right?

hey jen

we're in the back btw

didn't want u to get lost 😉

okay

thanks 4 telling me

ofc

Jenna sighs to herself, walking inside the building. She says who few hellos as she passed by people she knows, until she makes it to the rest of the group.

"Jenna!!!" Melissa yells, standing up smiling as she brings the brunette into a tight hug. Everyone else stands up, greeting Jenna, and the last one being Jack.

"Hey Jen," He greets, smiling. They hug before Jenna furrows her eyebrows, not wanting to confuse Jack as she was already confused herself.

"Someone wanted me to say goodbye for you?" She tells, though it sounds more like a question.

Jack raises an eyebrows before realization hits him, "What'd they look like?"

"Uhh, tattoos? Tall..." It takes everything in Jenna to not mention your alluring lips, your heavenly laugh that she could listen to for hours, or your elegant eyebrows that were perfectly placed above your engaging eyes.

"That sneaky bastard." Jack mutters to himself.

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[britany1997]

Hey it’s me!! 😁 just wanted to say keep up the amazing work and if you don’t mind, ima throw in a request! If you don’t feel like doing it, feel free to delete it! We do share a favorite, that’s for sure, paul! However do you write for Paul x reader x marko? If so here’s what I have (totally can just write for one too. Doesn’t have to be both! Like your rules said, have open artistic freeedom!) :) >

Paul x rocker fem! reader x marko? Maybe like a woman who loves rock but definitely dressed to impress? Like a blinged out jacket and leather skirt? Huge! Huge hair! (Kinda self projecting aha-) but would love to have like a blasting bike ride? Have blaring music riding down a Santa Carla high way on the back with one of their bikes just being terrors on the road? Being ahem ✨bike candy✨ or ✨backseat princess✨

And a spicy idea— maybe RIDING *wink wink* one of them while they ride their bike? Or sit on the bike. However? Just sounds like some shit they’d do. But really it’s open to you. I’m just projecting some ideas I’ve had for a while!

Love the visual of them all standing at a gas station like ✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍 🏍️all filling up their bikes and just jingling subtly with all the jewelry and chains.

So sorry this got long. LOL! But again keep up the great work and I’ll always support you boo! 💗💗

Passenger Princess

Hey bestie🫶 thanks so much for the encouragement, you’re so sweet🥹 this was so fun to write! Hope you love it💕

Paul x Fem reader x Marko

Reblog or comment to support my writing:)

Warnings: Smut minors DNI, fingering, nipple play, riding (fucking on the bike while it’s on) biting, cum eating, p n v sex, think that’s it

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You squealed, bouncing on the back of Marko’s bike as he sailed over yet another bump in the road. You brought your hands closer together, tightening your grip around his waist. Vampires weren’t exactly the most cautious drivers, and you weren’t wearing a helmet.

Your boys had tried, but you’d refused. You spent way too much on hairspray to have your masterpiece ruined by helmet hair.

Marko had rolled his eyes at your protesting, but Paul had understood.

“It’s hard work keeping up with a mane like this,” he’d pleaded your case while fixing his own glorious hairstyle into place.

You almost regretted it when Marko hit a huge pothole, but nothing beat the feeling of the salty sea wind blowing through your locks while you zoomed through Santa Carla at night.

Marko turned towards you a bit when he felt your grip tighten around him. “Gonna stop to fuel up soon bella ragazza,” he promised.

You nodded back and leaned your head against his back as he sped.

The hum of the motor died down as Marko pulled to a stop at a pump. It wasn’t long before Paul rode up to the other side.

“Hey slowpoke, was wondering if you’d make it here before morning,” Marko teased.

“Ha ha.” Paul replied, “had to drive behind ya so I’d catch her if she flew off the bike Evel Knievel.”

He dismounted and strode over to your side as Marko began to fill up his tank. You moved to slide off but Paul picked you up before you could.

“Hey!” you exclaimed as he spun around with you in his arms.

“Princess like you shouldn’t have her feet touchin’ the ground baby, we’re gonna carry you everywhere,” he promised as he rubbed his nose against yours.

You blushed at Paul’s sweet talk, “yeah you’re a real prince Paulie, you gonna put me down now?”

Marko shoved the fuel dispenser back into place before stealing you from Paul. “Serious baby,” he smiled as he held you, “let us take care of our pretty little rockstar yeah?”

Your face flushed a deeper red while Paul pouted at his suddenly empty arms. “Not cool bud,” he mumbled.

“Go fill up your bike Paulie,” Marko teased as he placed you back on his motorcycle.

His hands fell to your knees as he pulled them apart and moved to stand between your legs. You let out a tiny gasp at his sudden closeness.

Marko leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he began to toy with the hem of your jet black skirt. He licked your ear, forcing a whimper from your full lips.

“Love you in a skirt dolcezza,” he placed his hands on your thighs, pushing up the skirt so it bunched around your hips.

“Marko,” you warned, “people will see…”

Marko quirked a brow as he took one of his hands from your hips and reached under your skirt. A gasp fell from your lips.

“See what baby?” he asked as you fought to keep a moan from spilling out, “see me standin’ in front of you? Can’t see anything else from this angle,” he pulled your soaked panties to the side and pushed a finger into you. You took in a sharp breath.

Paul waved frantically, causing your head to turn as Marko crooked his finger inside you. “I dunno guys, I’m seeing a lot more than standing from over here,” he mocked.

“Jealous,” Marko sing-songed.

Paul crossed his arms, his lip jutting out as he leaned back against the pump.

You reached out for him, your other hand wrapped around Marko’s shoulder. “Need you too Paulie,” you breathed between whimpers and moans as Marko pushed another finger into you, swiping his thumb across your swollen clit.

If Paul had a tail it’d be wagging. His smile stretched from ear to ear. He came up behind you, pulling off your deep purple leather jacket and sliding his hands under your top. “Thought you’d never ask honey,” he whispered in your ear.

“Hey Paulie,” Marko smirked as he continued to toy with you.

“Hey Marko,” Paul replied as he leaned forward.

Marko’s lips met his, both boys pressing their bodies against yours as they shared a sensual kiss.

The sight, combined with Marko stroking your clit, and Paul circling your nipples threw you over the edge. Your head fell back onto Paul’s shoulder as you coated Marko’s hands with your release.

Marko smiled into Paul’s lips as he felt your legs shake. He pulled away from Paul before withdrawing his fingers from you with a pop. You whimpered.

He sucked his middle finger clean, “mmm so sweet baby,” he said, kissing your forehead, “wanna taste Paulie?” he held out his hand to Paul.

“You know I do,” Paul replied as he leaned forward and sucked the rest of you off of Marko’s pointer finger.

“Taste so good honey,” Paul whispered in your ear, “that’s why I call ya sugar,” he winked.

Your head turned towards him with a lazy smile, “you’re pretty sweet yourself Paulie,” you pecked his lips, “you too,” you pecked Marko’s.

“But I’m gonna spend the rest of our joyride with sticky thighs, so not fair,” you pouted.

Marko’s angelic face turned devilish as a smirk spread across his lips, “can’t have that now can we bella?”

He kneeled in front of you as Paul held your waist from behind. Your hands found their place in Marko’s curly hair, pulling lightly as he licked your thighs clean.

When he finished he smoothed your skirt back into place and put his head on your lap, “can’t get enough of you pretty girl.”

You couldn’t stop the blush that rose to your cheeks, they knew exactly what to say to make your heart race.

Paul cleared his throat from behind, “speaking of not gettin’ enough, I think maybe I deserve to have ya on my bike the rest of the night.”

You giggled, “ok Paulie, whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want? How bout I take you for a ride then?”

You shot him a confused look, “Isn’t that what you just said?”

He smirked, “no babe, I’m takin you on my bike, but I’d also like to take you on my bike, ya know?”

Your lips parted in shock.

“Betcha wish you had that helmet now, huh babe?” Marko teased.

You hesitated, but the proposition made your thighs clench. “What if we crash?”

Paul’s face turned serious, “sugar I wanna make you feel good, I would never let anything happen to you,” he promised, “if you’re not comfortable, say the word and I’ll just drive you around, it’s whatever you want baby.”

You bit your lip, “no…I want to,” you told him, your voice heavy with desire, “I trust you.”

He smiled and kissed you softly, “I’ll take real good care of you babe I promise.”

He slithered around to your front, wrapping his hands around your thighs and squeezing lightly. He moved down and slid his hands up your skirt, rolling down your panties and stuffing them in Marko’s back pocket.

“Paul,” you breathed in shock.

“Just woulda gotten in the way sugar,” Paul winked as he squeezed Marko’s ass.

You smiled as your wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He slipped his hands under your thighs and carried you to his bike, placing you down towards the front of the seat.

You turned slightly to reach out and unbuckle paul’s belt, much to his surprise. You winked, “it’d just get in the way.”

He smiled and kissed you as he took over for you, turning you back to face the handlebars before freeing himself from his jeans and mounting the bike behind you. He flicked the kickstand up, but before he could start the engine, you gasped.

His brow furrowed and he leaned around to your side, “what’s wrong baby?”

“My jacket…” you pouted.

“Got it!” Marko called from his bike, holding it up for you to see, “don’t worry dolcezza, I know a thing or two about keeping a jacket safe,” he teased.

You smiled, “let’s ride.”

Paul smirked, “don’t gotta tell me twice.”

He reved the engine, sending pleasurable vibrations throughout your body. You squeaked.

Paul laughed softly, “don’t get too excited, not even inside you yet honey.”

You couldn’t see him behind you, but you knew he was smirking. You rolled your eyes.

You gripped the handlebars, your hands sandwiched in between Paul’s so he could steer. He kissed your cheek before taking off down the road, Marko not far behind.

Paul pressed into you slowly as he maneuvered the bike.

You moaned as you felt the familiar stretch of him. You pushed back onto his throbbing cock.

He was half way in when he popped a wheelie, knocking a gasp from your lips and causing you to slide down on his dick until he was balls deep inside you.

“Paul!” you screamed, half in shock and half in pleasure.

He kissed your cheek in apology, “sorry sugar, couldn’t wait, you feel too good,” he moaned, “god you’re so warm, and wet, and tight. Fuck. Love this pretty little pussy more than anything. Love you more than anything.” His praise sent shivers through you.

He bit down on your shoulder as he began to move in and out of you slowly, rocking his hips in a steady rhythm, careful not to give you too much all at once.

Moans, gasps, and whimpers fell from your lips as Paul fucked you gently.

After awhile, he pulled a hand from the steering wheel and pushed you towards the fuel tank, pressing you clit up against it. He twisted the throttle, causing the bike to speed up and the tank to vibrate harder.

“Fuck Paul,” you moaned loudly as you felt the vibrations rip through you.

“Mmm feel good baby?” he whispered as he rolled his hips into you roughly, stroking the spongey spot deep inside you. You both moaned in unison as his movements caused you to clench down around him.

“Close sugar?” he asked, his voice strained and thick with arousal.

“Yeah,” you breathed in reply, “you?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, “cum with my baby, coat my dick for me,” he said as he roughly hit your g spot once more.

That sent you tumbling over the edge and you fell apart on his cock. He moaned your name as he came inside you, filling you up.

As he came down from his high, Paul pulled over to let you catch your breath. As soon as his kickstand went down, you collapsed forward on the motorcycle, exhausted. Your cum and his leaking out of you onto the seat.

He chuckled and gathered you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest. “You with me baby?” he asked as he pushed sweaty strands of hair from your face.

“Yeah,” you sighed wistfully, “let’s do that again sometime.”

Paul laughed, “whenever you want babe, just say the word.”

Marko pulled to a stop next to the two of you. “How’s she doin?” he asked.

“She’s great,” you replied, “maybe ready to head home.”

Marko’s lips pulled up into a smile, “sounds good, but first…”

He stole you from Paul and set you down on his bike seat, legs facing him.

“First what?” you asked confused.

“Gotta take care of those sticky thighs again bella,” Marko winked as he kneeled down in front of you.

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Italian words:

Bella Ragazza- beautiful girl

Bella- beautiful

Dolcezza- sweetness

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Hii!! I hope you're having a great day, I've been loving your pre-outbreak!joel fics (especially the way you write the Millers omg). On that note, could you write something fluffy about reader having a sick day?? And Joel and Sarah just taking turns watching over her. Thank you so much!! 🫶

A Day Off

warnings – flue, sickness, mentions of dizziness, medication, but mostly cute Miller fluff

word count – 6.2k

a/n – I decided to make it part of my “Couldn’t Love More” series, I hope that’s okay ˙ᵕ˙ Thank you for the request, I hope you like how it turned out!! And I hope you have the best day possible🫶🏼🫶🏼

2004

"Is mom okay?" The soft voice of Sarah rang through Joel's ear as he was preparing his usual morning cup of coffee.

While the two Millers were already downstairs, the little girl munching on some cereal and the oldest of the family standing in the kitchen with his favourite mug in his hand, you had run back up upstairs, having forgotten to put on deodorant for the long day of work ahead of you.

With scrunched eyebrows, Joel turned to his daughter, "What do you mean? Because of her cough?" 

 The evening before, you seemed to be doing perfectly fine, but almost as soon as that clock hit midnight, you couldn't lay still next to your partner anymore. All throughout last night, up until that morning, you had been coughing your lungs out, along with a runny nose that didn't seem to be getting any better.

Sarah nodded, "It doesn't sound good." The cereal still filling her mouth.

"Don't speak with food in your mouth," her father warned her, using that typical dad voice the girl has had to listen to all her life.

She swallowed. "I said it doesn't sound good."

"I heard what you said," Joel brought his cup of coffee to the dining table, taking a seat right next to the youngest Miller, along with a hot cup of tea he had prepared for you. "I asked her, and she said it's all fine."

His statement earned him an unamused facial expression. "And we both know that's not true."

He nodded with a sigh, "I know, but what do you want me to do? You know how stubborn she is."

"She's not!" She argued back. Joel closed his eyes for a second. Right. Don't tell the girl, who definitely got the stubbornness from his wife, that his wife is stubborn. How could he forget...

"Alright, but still. She won't listen to me. I already told her to stay at home."

Sarah scoffed, "And that's it? When I'm sick, you two don't even let me fight back. You basically lock me into my room."

"We don't lo-"

"Mum?" He was interrupted by you coming back down, catching the girl's attention.

You hummed in response, followed by a cough as you tucked the blouse tighter into your pants.

"Why don't you just stay at home today?" She wondered, to which you sent her a look of confusion, directing it towards Joel for a split second.

"Why? What's wrong?"

Sarah got up, the bowl in her hand when she passed you, only stopping to point a strict finger at you. "You're sick. That's what's wrong." Before continuing her walk to the dishwasher. "You should stay home."

You chuckled as you sat down next to your husband, whose hand found its way right to your back, brushing over it gently, motioning towards the cup of tea waiting for you. "It's just a little cold. If even," you blew on the hot water, hoping to lower the temperature. "Might also just be the result of someone at work thinking it's necessary to blast winter temperatures through the A/C."

Joel's fingers started running through your hair, detangling the small strands your brush had missed.

"Still," Sarah didn't stop arguing. "Sick is sick, and you should stay home." But you just shook your head with a smile. Another cough followed that you were able to hide into the inside of your elbow.

"See." The girl passed you with a knowing glance as she walked up the stairs into her room to get her backpack.

"You sure, you'll be fine?" Your husband's eyes were still on your side profile, sending you a warm smile once you turned to face him.

You placed your free hand on his thigh and gave it an assuring soft squeeze. "Yep," you nodded, "I'll be fine, don't worry." Just as you leaned in to give him a quick kiss, he dodged out of the way. You gasped, gazing at him with your mouth hung open.

"You heard her," nodding towards the stairs where your daughter was just coming back. "Sick is sick. And I'm not risking that."

"Wow...," you gasped, "Unbelievable. Not even a kiss?" Joel shook his head. A devilish thought crossed your mind, getting the corners of your lips to curl up. "What do you think about a stepdad, Sarah?" Making the girl immediately look at you in confusion. "Someone that would kiss me, even if I actually was sick." The man next to you rolled his eyes. The hunk of a horn coming from the garage let you know that the younger Miller brother had arrived. "Someone younger, hotter, more-" The gentle tug of your hair cut you off, making you grin as soon as you felt the familiar hot breath next to your ear. Thank God, Sarah had gone into the hallway to get her jean jacket.

"Careful, darlin'," his low vibrations tickled the side of your neck before you could feel his lips on your skin.

"Well," you shrugged, "I'm sure there's someone out there that would still kiss me even with a stuffy nose."

He had started petting your hair again. "Keep searching darlin', and the moment you find that someone will be the day I have my first kill."

"Joel!" You shot up straighter in your seat, turning your entire body towards him with a shock written all over your face - yet, a smile was still on your lips. The oldest Miller was in no way a violent person, that much you knew. But, when it came to family, you also knew that there was nothing he wouldn't do. Not a single thing. 

He shrugged a proud grin plastered on his face when your hand came up to push his cheek, mimicking a gentle slap followed by a chuckle.

Sarah passed you two again when a second hunk echoed through the room. "I'm going," she rushed to stand between you two, engulfing you in a big bug, "Love you!" Getting the same words of affirmation in return. She made her way to the door before stopping, "Oh, and mum!" 

Making you look up while Joel's gaze was still fixed on you, wondering how even with a stuffy nose and a cough that could scare away every kid, he was still as attracted to you as when he first saw you in that tight party dress you had worn.

"Let me know how that search for a stepdad is going!" Giggling at the reaction of her father.

"Excuse me?!"

While you laughed out loud, your hand falling back onto his thigh. Your laugh didn't last long, interrupted by another wave of coughing, that you tried to calm down with a sip of your tea. 

Joel stood up and tapped your head, "That's what you get for saying shit like that."

-

The lunch break was almost over, and each employee was putting their helmets back on, throwing their one-way coffee cups into the bins, ready to get back to work. The contractor was still sitting on one of the benches, looking over their final plan for the building behind him, the hot temperature of his beverage long gone, now ice cold. Tommy hadn't joined him as usual, but it wasn't all that new to Joel. Sometimes his brother tended to disappear during his break, coming back only barely on time and usually with his belt missing - no questions needed, everyone knew where he had been.

Just as the oldest Miller brother lifted his head, he squinted his eyes, for one due to the sun, but also to make out the silhouette of the younger brother as he run up to him. Unamused, Joel took a quick glance at his watch,

"Three... two... one... and you're late." He glanced back up at the now panting man, who was holding onto the wooden table.

"Late?!" Tommy exclaimed, "I literally just got back in time."

Joel shook his head, "You haven't clocked in yet," packing his stuff back up as he got up from his seat.

"Jeez, come on, man! Can you cut me some slack?"

He stopped in his tracks to turn back around, shoving the A3 piece of paper into the younger Miller's chest, "I've cut you some freaking slack often enough, Tommy. This shit's gotta stop."

"I just-"

"No," Joel shook his head, "No excuses. I've told you this before. We've got a tight schedule. There's no time for your stupid little acquaintances."

Tommy sighed, still giving no signs of moving while his brother was already a few feet away.

"Have you checked in on your wife?" He shouted out loud, making the older man stop again, glaring at him in confusion.

"What? Why?" It was unusual for either of you to contact the other one during your workday. You much rather enjoy the evening together, ranting about your coworkers and employees in the comfort of each other's arms rather than over the terrible connection through your phones.

With a proud grin, Tommy walked up to him, his hands secured in his pockets. "Well, that's where my acquaintances actually come in handy."

"What the fuck you talkin' about?" Joel was on the verge of his patience with his younger brother, more specifically with that massive ego of his.

"You know that blonde one from Y/N's office?" The younger brother questioned with a smirk, ignoring the glare of the other man. "Tall, blonde, green eyes, usually in those tiny skirts, and Jeez... those big lips that just look magnificent around my-"

"Tommy," he stopped him with a raise of his hands, "Get to the point. For God's sake...," mumbling the last part as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Right, right, sorry," the younger one snapped back into it, "When I went to see her, she told me that Y/N was sent back home because she almost blacked out at the-"

"What?!" Joel raised his voice as soon as the words rang through his ears.

Tommy crossed his arms with a deep breath, "Yeah, apparently she wasn't feeling well, but stubborn as fuck and wouldn't go home until her boss came."

"Jesus fuck..." without wasting another second, the oldest Miller snatched his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans. "And you couldn't have gotten to the fucking point sooner." His fingers moved quickly, ignoring whatever Tommy was talking about in the background, as he clicked around hastily to call your number.

His grip on the rolled-up paper tightened while a sigh fell from his lips, dropping the phone again, "Of course, she won't pick up..."

Within a second, he pushed the floorplan into his brother's grip and took his helmet off the decorate Tommy's head with it instead, "Congrats," he patted his shoulder, "You just got promoted for the day."

"Wh-"

"I'll be back in a bit. I'm gonna go check on her," he was already brushing past the younger Miller, jogging towards his car, "You keep everyone else in check in the meantime!"

"I got ya!" Tommy shouted back at him, "Make sure she's okay!" Before Joel disappeared in the parking lot after sending him a last thumbs up.

The entire car ride was filled with heavy breaths leaving the older man's lips, curse word after curse word echoing through the small space - Sarah's curse jar would've gotten filled to the brim if she had been there to hear him.

He knew it wasn't a good idea to let you go to work today. No matter how stubborn could get, he deeply regretted not starting a possible discussion to keep you home. Now he had to rush back home in hopes of finding you there still on your feet, while his heart was daring to break through his ribs and chest. Never before had the drive to your shared house felt so damn long, even though he was sure to have broken multiple laws.

You insisting on not getting a car was making his anger bubble up just a tad more. You had told him that Tommy and he each having one was enough, and that you were more than happy using the public transport. Joel had given into that way too quickly. Your sweet voice tended to have that effect on him. But now, knowing that you had to take the bus after almost blacking out-

He didn't even want to think about that. Please let that blonde co-worker of yours have lied to Tommy. Or maybe she just heard a rumour going around the office - that shit travelled quicker than lightspeed according to your tellings.

Before his thinking could make his brain explode, he pulled into the driveway, leaving the car outside of the garage and sprinted to the door. He, once again, found it unlocked, making him almost shake his head - how was their daughter ever supposed to learn to lock the door when even you, her biggest role model at the time wasn't doing it. But that was a conversation for another time.

Once he busted through the front door, his eyes scanned the living room hastily. You not appearing right then and there just sent another wave of anxiety through his body. Joel continued to look for you in the kitchen. Still not here. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head. That's when he heard a thud coming from upstairs. He didn't waste another moment and raced up the set of stairs.

"Darlin'?" He called out for you. Before he could reach the top, your head popped out from the doorway leading to your shared room. A breath of relief washed over him.

You glanced at him in confusion, "What the hell are you doing here?" Joel ignored your question, coming up to stop in front of you, gently getting a hold of your jaw to get a good look at your face.

"Joel-" you swatted his hand away, "Wh-"

"Why didn't you call me?"

"What?"

Another sigh tumbled from his lips as he walked back downstairs after making sure you didn't hurt yourself on the way home. He still noticed your red nose and the slight scratch in your voice, so he was already planning on making you a second cup of tea.

"Why didn't you call me?" Joel repeated the question while moving through the kitchen to get everything he needed.

You followed him into the dining space, tightening the sweatpants you had put on after taking a shower as soon as you had arrived home. "Why call you? And what are you doing here?" Followed by a cough.

"Call me?!" He turned his entire body to look at you, "Maybe because you blacked out at work?!" He didn't dare to raise his voice much, just making sure the tone was enough to let you know how serious he was about this subject.

"W-...," you shifted on your feet, crossing your arms over your chest. "How do you know about that?"

The oldest Miller took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, "Your co-worker called Tommy. Sweeth-"

"How does my co-worker know Tommy?"

"It doesn't matt-"

"Yes, it does!" You argued back, now standing in the kitchen with him, your back resting against the counter.

One look from your husband was enough to tell you everything you needed to know.

You sent him an unamused facial expression. "No, he doesn't."

"Yes, he does," he nodded gently, pouring the hot water into the mug he had prepared for you.

"Joel-"

"It's not import-"

"It is to me!"

"What do you want me to do about it?" He wondered, placing the cup of tea right next to you.

You shrugged, "I don't know... Castrate him."

A chuckle fell from his lips followed by a sigh, looking up at the ceiling with his eyes closed before his gaze stopped on you again. He couldn't stay mad at you for long when you looked at him with those kind eyes and that little smile you were trying to hide.

"Why didn't you call me?" He brushed your wet hair away from your face, securing it behind your ear, his voice now back to the gentle tone you're used to.

"There was no reason to."

"You almost blacked-"

"I didn't," you interrupted him, "I got dizzy. I didn't black out. And before anything could happen, my boss sent me home. Nothing bad happened."

"But it could've," he reasoned.

"But it didn't." Your statement wasn't enough to convince him.

"Are we gonna fight about that now?"

You smirked, "Not if you just drop it and believe me. Instead of that desperate housewife of a co-worker, I have."

Joel closed his eyes for a quick second before nodding towards the mug on the counter beside you. "Drink your tea."

With a smile still plastered on your face, you opened your arms and took a step forward to wrap your arms around his torso. Not even a second passed before your husband engulfed you in a hug, his rough hand holding the back of your head close to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," lifting your head to catch his eyes, "I didn't mean to."

He glanced down at you, cupping your face in his palms, his thumbs tracing invisible lines of your cheeks. "I told you to stay home today."

"You did," you admitted.

"And Sarah said so too."

"Yep, she also did that."

"So you're gonna listen to us from now on?"

You put your thinking face on, pressing your lips into a thin line. "I'll think about it."

Joel shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss onto your forehead, mumbling against it, "You're gonna be the death of me, darlin'. Don't scare me like that again."

You chuckled, tightening your arms around him, "I'm sorry. I won't." Placing a loving peck on his chest once he let his arms wrap around you again. "I love you."

"I love you too," he declared like he always did, giving the top of your head another kiss.

A few seconds passed before you felt a soft pat on your butt and Joel freeing himself from your embrace, reaching behind you to place the mug into your hands.

"What do you need from the pharmacy?"

You lifted your shoulders, moving to sit at the dining table, "I don't know. Nothing, I think. It's just a cold, it'll go away."

"Darlin'," Joel's eyes didn't leave your form, "My throat hurts listenin' to you talk."

"Wow," you lifted your head to glare at him with an open mouth, "You really know how to compliment a woman, don't ya?"

He smirked, "I thought that's why you married me."

"Among other things, sure," you copied his facial expression as he got closer to you again to place the back of his hand on your forehead.

"Did you check your temperature?"

You shook your head, "Not yet, I took a shower right when I got here."

"Alright," he grunted, getting his phone out of his back pocket to check for any missed messages, "I'll go see what the pharmacy has and get a few things from the store for soup."

"Joel, I'll be fine just resting-"

"Do you want me to drag you to the doctor's office?" That question made you shut your mouth tightly. He knew how much you hated doctors and hospitals - that bastard used your weaknesses against you. He earned himself a glare from you.

"I'll take anything the pharmacy gives you."

The corners of his lips curled into a proud grin as he lowered his head to peck the top of your hair once again. "That's my girl." In the next moment, he was out the door, and you heard the roar of his engine.

-

Joel didn't cook rarely. Every now and then, you'd get the gift of his cooking - well... the gift of watching him cook since the food itself usually turned out... alright. Eyeing him in such a domestic scene was much more of what you'd be thankful for. But now, you didn't even get to enjoy the sight of him in the kitchen, thanks to him forcing you to stay on the couch, the TV being your only form of entertainment.

"Joel!" You cried out loud, "Please let me help!" Almost begging him since you knew, you'd eventually have to eat whatever he was putting together in the other room.

"Don't you even dare get up from there!" He shouted back before the clanking of pots and pans hurt your head, only motivating the headache that had started an hour ago.

"But-"

"No discussion!" You rolled your eyes. Normally, Sarah was in your position, and you or Joel would be in the kitchen, telling her the exact same thing. With you now right there, you were starting to understand the frustration of the little girl.

"I'm ill! I'm not dying!"

You heard his heavy footsteps before your eyes fell on his body stopping in the doorway, a kitchen towel in his grip. "Don't say stuff like that. And drink that," he motioned towards the medicine he had mixed up for you before disappearing again. You didn't even want to look at that glass. The colour that fluid had, looked toxic and like it shouldn't be consumed by a human. It smelled just like that as well.

"But it stinks!"

"You know, you're starting to sound like Sarah?" Making you roll your eyes. You were a big girl. You could do this.

With disgust written all over your face, you reached for the glass and without much more debating, knowing you'd back out of it, you chucked the whole thing in one big gulp. Noises of repulsion immediately left your lips that you clearly faked yet couldn't hold back.

Joel entered the room, a bowl in one hand, and a mug in the other.

"You're being dramatic," he commented on your actions, setting everything down on the coffee table in front of you.

"Maybe," you groaned, "But this shit is revolting."

"It'll help you get better."

"I sure hope so," you scoffed, leaning forward to get a hold of the mug.

He took a seat next to you, the pills he had bought for you now in his hand, out of their packages. He handed them to you, to which you grimaced. You hated swallowing pills.

"Take them," he rolled his eyes.

"You know, my mom doesn't believe in pills." She was a very spiritual person.

Joel took a deep breath, "I know. I talked to her about it."

"Oooh, yeah!" You laughed out loud, slapping his upper arm as the memory of their discussion at your wedding came back to you. Sarah was recovering from a cold she had, and while your mother was talking Joel's ear off about herbs and oils that would help, he stood his ground on his opinion about trusting whatever medicine she had been described - your mother did not agree with that.

He shoved his hand closer to you. "Just because your mother doesn't like them, doesn't mean you don't, right?"

You shrugged to answer him.

"You want me to grind them for you? Put them under some food?"

"No, no," you snatched the pills out of the palm of his outstretched hand - your other hand got a hold of the mug. One pill after the other, you threw it down your throat, a shiver going down your spine after each. Joel watched you grimace in amusement, his hand running down the back of your head with a smile.

"Good girl," he kissed your cheek, which earned him a death glare from you. His eyes widened, "What?"

"You know what that does to me, and you won't even kiss me!" You whined, throwing yourself back against the backrest of the sofa, a cough following.

A laugh erupted from your husband as his hand landed on your thigh, rubbing and squeezing it gently. You tried pushing it away, but that only entertained him more.

"Take your medicine and I'll kiss you all that much more once you get better," he grinned, placing multiple pecks on the side of your head and pulling you into his chest.

"Is that a promise?" You teased, feeling him shake from chuckling.

"That's a vow."

-

"Darlin'."

You felt a soft shake against your shoulder and fingertips tracing your face.

"Darlin'." 

A groan came from you in response as you opened your eyes, making realise you must have fallen asleep earlier. Your eyes danced around the room - you were still on the couch in the living room. They landed on the body hovering above you. Joel smiled as your gazes met.

"I gotta go back to check on Tommy and the guys, but Sarah's here now. She'll take care of you until I come back."

You shook your head and scrunched your eyebrows, "No, what about school?"

"She just got back."

"And homework? Friends?" You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, "I'm sure looking after an adult is the last thing she'd want to do-"

"No, don't worry-"

"I want to look after you, mum!" Sarah interrupted her father, skipping into the living room, with another mug in her hands. You were starting to get tired of seeing them.

You smiled at your daughter, "That's very nice of you, Sweetie. But it's so pretty outside, don't you want to go do something?"

"Not if I know you're here sick," she quickly answered before exiting the living room again.

Joel watched her leave, a proud look on his face as he turned his attention back to you.

"She's too kind for her own good," you commented.

"I wonder who she got that from," he smiled, caressing your cheek with his fingers, making you roll your eyes. Joel crouched down to be on eye-level with you, lowering his voice as well, his fingers not leaving your skin. "You wanna go upstairs? I think the bed might be a bit more comfortable."

You nodded while he straightened his back, standing back up on his two feet.

He nudged his head, "Come one." Reaching out his hand for you to take, but you had a different idea. You shook your head with a pout and opened your arms. Joel chuckled with a shake of his head. He could've expected that. Your husband didn't need to be told twice before leaning down, pulling the blanket off you and moving one arm underneath your knees with his other wrapping around your back to cup you up. 

He couldn't help but let a quiet groan fall from his lips as he moved back up. With a chuckle, you slapped his chest,

"Come on, old man." A grin spread on his face, followed by pretending to let you fall, making you screech and wrap your hands tight behind his neck, "Joel!"

"Call me old again, and I'll drop you for real, sweetheart."

He felt your loving eyes on him as he carefully took step after step, carrying you safely upstairs.

"You wouldn't do that." Poking his chest to tease him.

You're right. He wouldn't. He couldn't. He would never drop you. You were safe with him. For now and forever.

-

Only moments after Joel left you alone in the bedroom, another pair of feet echoed through the upstairs hallway. Sarah appeared in the doorway, a beautiful smile decorating her face while holding tightly onto a bowl.

"Dad said you fell asleep before you could eat, so I heated it up again." She got closer to the bed, placing the dish on the nightstand to your right.

"You didn't have to do that," you pushed yourself to sit up on the bed, "But thank you."

"Wait for me," she quickly told you before rushing out of the room, leaving you for about a minute before coming back, another bowl and a book in her grip.

"You're eating your dad's cooking?" You jokingly wondered as she made herself comfortable on the other side of the bed.

"I'm very brave, I know." Her answer made both of you chuckle in chorus. Jokes about Joel's cooking would never get old.

With the two of you holding onto your bowls, you went in first to get a taste of what you had expected to be the most tasteless watery substance you could imagine. You were surprised by multiple layers of flavours. Sarah hummed in agreement.

"Oh wow," you commented.

The little girl nodded, "Not bad, dad. Not bad."

"Not bad indeed. I was ready for something else."

"I was ready to run to the bathroom and spit it out," Sarah stated, making you laugh.

You fell into a comfortable conversation, asking her about her day and what she was up to later in the day, only to get "obviously, looking after you. Just because dad can cook all of a sudden, doesn't mean he won't need my help," in response.

The girl had her way with words.

After you finished cleaning out the bowls, Sarah brought them back downstairs, only to join you in the bed again minutes later. Before she made herself comfortable again, she made sure you'd have tissues, a glass of water, and some pills Joel told her to keep close, right on the nightstand.

"Are you comfortable? Do you need another pillow or-"

"I'm perfectly fine, Sarah," you patted her hand as she laid down next to you.

"Alright, but tell me if you need anything."

You nodded with a chuckle, "I will."

After closing your eyes, you could feel her moving and rustling as she reached out to get something.

"I have to read this book for school. Can I read it out loud to you?" She wondered, placing it in her lap, glancing to the side to see your eyes looking up at her.

"Of course, sweetie." You pulled the covers tighter around your body, ready to listen to her soft voice. "What book are you reading?"

"Sweet Valley High," she told you with a deep sigh, opening the book on the page she had left it.

"You don't sound fond of it," her clear annoyance made you want to smile. You knew exactly why she probably didn't enjoy the piece of literature her teacher had assigned them to read.

"Because I'm not," she stated with a scoff. "This is ridiculous. It's a terrible book with a terrible plot."

"It can't be that bad if it's school literature, sweetie." You tried to explain, hoping to give her a sense of understanding, even though you could imagine how annoyed she must feel.

"But it is!" She whined, "Our teacher probably only gave us to read that because more than half of the class are girls. Ridiculous..."

Before she could even read the first word on the page, she closed the book again. "Can I please read one of yours?" That question wasn't unfamiliar to you. It happened more than you'd like to admit - a 14-year-old asking for books of yours because she found the literature for her age 'boring and all the same' and had even called some authors 'possible illiterates, as well as the teachers for assigning such books'. In reality, she was just unchallenged, and you were more than happy to help with that. But you still had to remember your role as an adult and, more importantly, her mother.

"But you have to read this book, Sarah."

"And I'll get to that once I have the patience," she got up from the bed. "I promise. But right now... I need to read something better than some girl's high school drama." And disappeared, not waiting for an answer from you.

Once she was back, you were already half asleep, but still noticed it when she found her way back next to you, humming in happiness as she made herself comfortable.

Before sleep took over you completely, you heard the first words fall from her lips, "Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents-"

You smiled to yourself. She chose Little Women, one of your favourites.

-

The moving covers and rustling made you open your eyes again. You were still laying on your right side, in the same position you had fallen asleep in. The only difference now was, Sarah wasn't next to you anymore. Instead, she got replaced by her father, who was not so subtly, trying to get into bed without waking you.

Joel found your eyes trained on him, making him immediately stop, the bed sheets in his hand up in the air, "Sorry, darlin', I didn't want to wake ya."

"It's okay," you mumbled, moving closer to him as soon as he got under the covers, "You were never smooth or quiet at moving around anyways, Miller." Your legs interlocked with his, making sure you were as close to him as you could be. You had spent enough time apart, now was your time to enjoy having him right there next to you.

He chuckled at your confession, "I'm sorry." Once you were cuddled up to his side, he lifted his arm to wrap around you and place your head on his chest, but that was interrupted with a groan as he pulled something up from underneath him.

"Was Sarah readin' this?"

You opened your eyes and nodded, the soft smile back on your lips.

"Why on earth is she readin' a book from the last century?" He always remembered the little details you told him about the books and authors you loved.

"The more important question is why aren't you reading books from the last century," you poked his chest. Joel placed it on the nightstand and grabbed your hand into his bigger one, warming it up with the natural heat of his palm.

"You're right, I shouldn't have asked," he quickly commented before changing the subject. "How are you feelin'?"

"Better... I think," a yawn escaped from your throat, followed by a soft cough, "I slept pretty much the entire afternoon."

"That's good," his hand found your back, rubbing it in a comforting way. "You're supposed to sleep a lot."

You nodded. "How was work? Did the guys behave?"

"Yeah," he grinned, "Mostly. Tommy says sorry for sleeping with your co-worker, but also, and I quote, 'The ladies want, what the ladies want. And who am I to deny them of that'."

A moan in disgust erupted from you, "Oh god... He's disgusting." You both chuckled.

A few seconds of silence were shared with Joel's hand running up and down your body before he spoke again.

"You ate the soup?"

"Yeah, Sarah heated it up for me. And she also had a bowl." You lifted your head to look at him, "And we must admit, you did surprisingly well."

"What do you mean surprisingly?" He sounded genuinely curious about your answer as he glared down at you. "What were you expecting?"

"I don't know... but you know..."

"What do I know?"

"You're not the best cook, Joel," you admitted with a gentle smile, "So we were prepared for the worst."

"The worst?" He scoffed, "You two are unbelievable," and turned his head away from you, making you giggle.

"Joel," you whined, but the grin didn't leave your face, "Come on," you sat up straighter to cup his cheeks and turn his head to face you. But that man had his eyes closed. "Look at me." He shook his head. "Look at me, Joel."

"I'm not looking at you until you apologize."

"Are you serious?" You tried to contain your laughter as well as you possibly could, remembering that a girl was sleeping across the small hallway from you. "You know your talent isn't in cooking, handsome." Your fingers brushed through his hair as you caught him finally looking at you again.

"I actually didn't know that I was such a bad man in the kitchen, but thank you for the critique, I guess," he tried to keep the annoyed facial expression, but it was cut off by your synced laughter echoing through the room. He damn well knew about it. Sarah never let him hear the end of it. He will forever be 'an okay cook and a terrible baker'.

The sounds coming from you died down the moment your gazes met again, your fingers tracing his jaw.

"Would a kiss be apology enough?"

His face scrunched up, "With all of that bacteria still in your body?" You tried. With a roll of your eyes, you pushed yourself away from him, ready to turn around and go back to sleep, but his grip on your wrists stopped you. Joel pulled you in again, his lips hovering less than an inch above yours. 

"I couldn't ask for a better apology," he whispered, making you grin. You won. There was no way that man could go more than a day without stealing a kiss from you, and that's just what you wanted.

With that smirk still plastered on your face, you tilted your head up to finally meet the soft touch of his lips, pressing yours against his mouth. You would be ready to care for him once that man flu hit him, and you knew you would have Sarah right there with you as well.

joel taglist: @corvusmorte

pedro taglist: @leslieelainetrask

#joel miller #pedro pascal #x reader #one shot #imagine #imagines #series #the last of us #pre!outbreak #tlou #hbo #fluff

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Imagine being a new first year who’s super anxious and cute

You watched from behind a street sign, legs shaking and tears already forming. How were you supposed to introduce yourself when you were this nervous!?!

The tallest one which you assumed was your teacher stood arms crossed and casually leaning on a pole while the three students in uniform were eagerly looking around. Well two of them were, the dark haired boy looked bored actually.

“Geez I hate it when people are late, so annoying” the girl complained.

Ah crap, you’re already making bad impressions and you haven’t even met them!!

Ok ok come one, don’t be scared. You’re here for a reason. Ok deep breath.

With shaky steps you finally emerged, crossed the street and waved shyly towards the group.

You finally caught their attention and they all turned towards you.

“H-hi, s-sorry I’m late! My names y/n l/n! It’s n-nice to m-meet e-everyone!” You bowed deeply, cheeks on fire.

Meanwhile Yuji and Nobara froze.

Oh crap did you say something weird?

Hesitantly you raised your head.

“Omg she’s like a pudding cup!!”

“She is she is!”

“Um..” You blushed even harder and hid a little under your scarf.

“Just ignore them, they’re always like this… names Megumi Fushiguro”

“Ah, nice to meet you…”

“And I’m your teacher, satoru gojo! Welcome to Jujutsu high!”

You relaxed a bit at his welcoming demeanor.

“Thank you, I look forward to working with everyone.”

“Ahhh too cute too cute!!!” The girl started hugging you.

“Ah p-please stop!”

“Sorry but I just can’t help it! Wait… your the new first year??”

You were nervous all over again, “um y-yes” ugh were they already disappointed?

“But you’re….” Too sweet looking to hurt a fly let alone a curse… is what they wanted to say.

“I wouldn’t underestimate her just quite yet” Gojo smirked.

“She is a special grade sorcerer after all…”

“What!?!?”

“No way!?!?”

“Seriously…”

“I-I’m really not a-all that g-great” you were practically a tomato now.

“Prove it!” The girl pointed a finger at you.

“Huh?”

“Prove it! Show us what you can do.”

“U-Um, but we’re in public…”

“Oh leave that to me” suddenly your world shifted and you were somewhere else entirely. Somewhere dark and filled with negative energy, within a millisecond you sensed a curse above you.

The three others gasped and were getting into position to do something when your instinct already kicked in. You reached up and let out a large crackling blast of energy that enveloped the curse completely while also disintegrating it.

You mentally scanned for any other curses in the area and snapped your neck to the side zeroing in on a bush and then up in a tree. You lifted your finger like a gun and shot two tinier blasts but with extreme precision. You heard a shriek and muffled groan then felt the presences disappear.

Another scan confirmed that all the curses were taken care of.

Wait… did you just-

“Ah crap I did it again!!! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to show off or anything I just felt the curses and got carried away!!” You were bowing and apologizing profusely to the group that was frozen in awe. Gojo just smirked with his arms crossed.

“Well class, still think she can’t handle it?”

“No fair! I wanna have a finger gun!”

“What about that spirit bomb thing you just did, you gotta teach me that!!”

“Guys calm down…”

“U-um um um!!” Ahhhhhh too much attention!!!

You bolted in the other direction.

“H-hey come back!”

“Sorry we didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!”

“See what you idiots did” megumi frowned.

“Don’t worry she’ll be back” Gojo smiled in amusement. This school year was sure going to be interesting…

-what everyone saw-

Hope you enjoyed!

#fluff #funny #satoru gojo #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #gojo x reader #yuji x reader #nobara x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen x reader #new student #jjk imagine #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #anxiety #gojo #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x student #teen reader #yuji itadori x reader #gojo imagine #yuji imagine #jujutsu kaisen megumi

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

i think you're onto something with the romance novels world and plot points needing to mirror the kind of outlandishness of the love story. bc the main characters are already inherently acting absurd just by falling madly in love in a month or whatever and then if you add in the contrivances of romance tropes, it starts to feel like whiplash trying to pretend the characters live in any sort of grounded "normal" world. Like when the author adds in a family conflict subplot where the MC is like in absolute shambles because her mom said something slightly passive aggressive at lunch. that reads as more jarring to me than like conflict being something ridiculous that her mom doesn't want her being a marine biologist bc they come from a long line of fishmongers. Give me absurd drama to match the over the top dialogue and character emotions, I knew it would be unrealistic it's a romance novel! I guess this applies more to romcoms, but the same would apply I think to an analogous serious scenario. Or at least that's my take on it

okay so having just finished genuinely the most boring romance novel I have ever read in my LIFE I'm going to expand on this a little so thank you for sending an ask that gives me such a great platform to do that

I personally generally prefer a romance that just gets fucking silly with it, like really outlandish. A Lady for the Duke (Alexis Hall) is obviously the dream, being a whole swoony historical trans-affirming fantasy, but contemporary fake relationship stories can also be fun in their sheer ridiculousness, like Love, Hate, and Clickbait (Liz Bowery), which I actually liked, and Unfortunately Yours (Tessa Bailey), which I did not like but was very funny. and let's not forget queen Helen Hoang's Bride Test, which has a premise that dances perilously close to human trafficking but all works out in the end!!!

BUT HAVING SAID THAT. I don't think that something needs to be totally implausible to be a good romance. two of my very favorites romance novels anywhere ever are Helen Hoang's Heart Principle (no one should be surprised Hoang is on her twice I adore her) and Akwaeke Emezi's You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty. both of these books are very grounded in reality but with very uncommon situations to heighten emotions and add urgency; in Hoang's case it's a character's adult autism diagnosis + death of a parent and in Emezi's case it's a very sudden and #problematic attraction coming out of absolutely nowhere. the stakes are very real, mostly centering around being true to yourself v disappointing your family, but the circumstances are still wild enough to make you say "god DAMN" and keep turning pages. hell, I'll even be extremely generous and include Mistakes Were Made (Meryl Wilsner) which is kind of a flop but does have the intriguing premise of "what if you were fucking a milf but her kid was YOUR BEST FRIEND and it was a secret?"

those are like the two sweet spots TO ME, and this book I just read (which was Thank You for Sharing by Rachel Runya Katz, I feel so bad putting it on blast but I know people are going to ask) really solidified it for me because TYFS didn't fall into either of those categories. I'm going to say something absolutely insane, which is that multiple times while I was reading it I found myself wishing that the book was fanfic, because on its own it just... didn't bring a lot to the table? it falls into the grounded category but doesn't really bring any of those heightened stakes to the story, it's just 330 pages of people in their late twenties complaining about dating and their office jobs. if I wanted that I could just ask my group chat! there's nothing particularly particularly gripping about watching made up strangers do it!

but then I was like oh hang on... if this was two fictional characters who are usually fighting with swords or throwing cars at each other or something this would be so gripping. it's literally the coffee shop AU principle, right? like seeing people in a very mundane setting having an office job and going to a bar is very shrimpteresting when they're normally defusing space bombs. I was explaining this to my housemates and I couldn't think of a straight couple to apply it to (the book is m/f) so I said Naruto and Sasuke, which is crazy because I've never seen a single episode of Naruto, but like. idk Naruto being a museum curator who has to work with Sasuke, a marketing specialist who he had beef with a summer camp 14 years ago, sounds kind of compelling, right? definitely more than just two people I don't know.

there's a post on here that I think about a lot that talks about why advertising a story with tropes doesn't work for original fiction as well as it does for fan fic because knowing the tropes is more helpful when you already have a sense of investment in the characters and their personalities, and I think this is related to that! I think sometimes you NEED to have a wider sense of scope for the characters for them to be interesting in a very mundane setting!

ANYWAY. much to consider, etc.

#bookblr

[yourbestprincess]

HIIII! I was wondering if u could write a michael afton x fem reader smutt where they're coworkers as security guards and they kinda hate each other but somehow end up f-ing at work? Kind of like enemies to lovers :D thank uuu

YES OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SO MUCH 🙏

WARNINGS- Smut 🫶, Fem!reader/Dom!Michael afton, lap sitting, kissing, p in v, creampies, Mike being super possessive, enemies to loves trope 🙏, Mikey falling for you, vulgar language (you should know that by now), slut shaming, daddy kink..,SLIGHT humiliation IF you squint. Enjoy!!! :3

BEEP! BEEP!

You flinch out of your sleep. The alarm clock on your cutesy nightstand said 11:00pm.

“Stupid ass alarm..” you mutter to yourself, barely awake. You dread going to work most days. It’s not the job itself, the jobs great, kinda. It’s a fun adrenaline rush, but what you hate the most, is Michael. Michael Afton. You had known the guy since high school. You always thought he was the cutest and most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on, but man, was he a jerk. He was so rude to you, especially.

Why me…

You think about the times back in 83’ where he would bully the hell out of you. At some point in the midst of him treating you like a dog, you begun to treat him equally. The bulling never stopped, even if you wanted it to. Michael was always so nice to everyone else, but he would say the meanest things to you, and you didn’t even deserve it. Poor thing.

It was a terrible miracle to work with Michael. You got to be around him all the time and he was almost warming up to you. The bulling was never as bad as it was in high school, but you still dreamed of being adored by him.

You move yourself gently to the edge of your pretty pink bed and slide off, putting your slippers on so your feet don’t get cold on the wood floor. You grab your black skirt and black t-shirt, then lastly slide the security vest over it. You put your black converse on, pretty pink ribbon as laces. You gain the willpower to move yourself to the bathroom. You brush your teeth and put light makeup on so that you don’t look half-dead.

After readying yourself, you grab your purse and keys. You go out to your car, already freezing from the coldness of November. You blast the heat in your car as you drive off to go to the best worst office.

I hope I’m here first. You think to yourself. I need to be here before Michael. You were usually there early anyway. 11:30, on the dot.

You quickly walk up to the front door and shakily get out the key for the door.

“Mrs. Early bird, huh.”

You turn around before putting the key in the lock. It was Michael. He was there early, for once.

“Yeah? what about it.” You say back, reluctance in your voice because you don’t feel like getting bullied tonight.

“Didn’t know you got here so early.” He roughly grabs your arm and turns you towards him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

The sudden jerk of your body sent shock flowing through you. “o-oh, yeah. m’ sorry mike.” You said, blush burning at your nose and cheeks.

“Lemme unlock it cause you can’t seem to be able to do such a simple thing, princess.” Michael scoffs to himself.

Did he just call me princess? You turn even more red from the sudden ‘kindness’

After he unlocks the door, both of you get inside and rush to the office.

Michael looks down, into your eyes. “Okay dork,” his British accent is faded, but still there. “I’m working on the left today, so you take the right. I’m trusting you on that side.” He mustered out.

“Oh, um, okay, I guess.” You look back up at him.

“Mike, I just got one question.” You spoke.

He rolls his eyes at your statement . “And that is?”

“Why are you still so mean t’ me? I don’t think I deserve it.” The red, still flushed over your nose and cheeks as you speak.

“I- I um, I don’t really know. I don’t think I know how to stop.” Michael says, completely phased by the question.

“You knew how I felt about you in high school. Why did you push me away? Why did you resort to making us enemies?” You speak as you check down the hall with the built in light.

Fuck. You think to yourself. I said too much.

“I gotta go check on the…uh, whatever. I’ll be back.” Michael walks away with watery eyes, maybe you did say too much, or maybe you said it wrong? The feeling of messing up more with Michael makes you feel like you’re sinking.

You sit in the chair that Michael usually sits in. It was comfy and had a big cushion in the back. You tuck your knees into your oversized t-shirt and pick at your nails, waiting for him.

“MIIIKE! hurry up! It’s 11:50!” You yell across the pizzeria, hoping he would come soon, considering the time.

Did he leave me here all by myself..?

You hear fast footsteps outside the left door, holding something in his hands.

“I’m sorry.” He comes up to you, pries your hand open, and let’s you grab onto what he was holding… a plush version of Chicas’ cupcake.

“My da- I mean, the owner won’t care if you take this.” He said softly.

His dad?

You smile warmly, “Thanks Mike.”

He looks into your dark brown puppy eyes, “listen, I’m sorry about the past. I was and still am an asshole, I know, I’m sorry.” He sighs, “All I’ve ever wanted to do was to treat you good. I couldn’t stand you being with anyone else that wasn’t me.” He covers his face with his hands.

“It’s okay Mike. I forgive you. Y’know It was always obvious how much I liked you in high school.” You say, flustered.

“I- really? You did? I didn’t kn-“ before he can finish his sentence, you move grab his face gently and pull him in to look in your deep gaze.

“Can I…can I kiss you?” He says shyly, the bully in him leaving rather quickly.

You nod as Michael pulls you closer. Both of you indulge in the kiss, taking as much time that feels right.

You pull back, “Mikey…you feel so..good.” He picks you up, off the chair and sits down in your spot. He motions you to come sit on his lap, and you do.

“I’m so sorry, princess. Just wanna treat you so good. I need to make you feel so good, baby.” He slurs out.

“Please..” you whine, grinding yourself against him. At this point, his jeans will have a wet mark on them because of you.

Michael unbuttons and then unzips his pants, letting you rub his clothed hard and veiny cock.

You began to be impatient, so you take matters into your own hands and slide down his boxers. His cock springs out.

“Mike..how are you going to fit-“ your words being silenced by his lips again.

He lifts you up closer to his shaft and moves your soaked lacy pink panties to the side so that he can get access to your pretty pink pussy.

“Like this, baby.” He says as he shoves his length inside of you, making you whine like a bitch in heat.

“AH- fuck! Michael! Too much…t’ much…” your words become slurred by the pleasure of Michaels lengthy pushing on your g-spot repeatedly.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Atta girl, just like that baby.” Michael growls and whimpers from you bouncing on him over and over again.

“Mikey…feel so good in me, ugh can’t take it~ feels so good!” You whine out as you get pounded by him.

“Sweetheart, I’m sososo sorry. I needed to fuck your tight pussy so fucking bad baby.” Michael yells out. He picks you up and makes you bend over the desk.

He chuckles, “Better check those cameras while i fucking pound you, pretty girl.”

You turn the cams on, looking for any missing animatronics.

“looks clear for now..”

“Good job, princess. You’re doing so good for me, baby.” He giggles, “I bet you fucking love this don’t you. God your just such a slut for my cock aren’t you sweetheart?” He says pridefully. His words cause you to whine out.

“Oh cmon baby, just cause I don’t treat you like shit anymore doesn’t mean I don’t get to tease you, and both us know you fuckin’ love it.”

“Mikey…t” much…it hurts! Slow down!!” You whimper

“Oh yeah? I know you can take me. That’s what good girls do, baby. They take it like a good fuckin’ slut. Now, don’t you love?” He says as he picks up the pace, slamming into your walls.

“Oh fu- Daddy..~” you moan out, getting close to your orgasm, white heat flowing over you, taking over your body.

“Say that again.” Michael demands.

“Wh-“ you barely say before Michael thrusts deeply and painfully into you.

“I said fuckin’ say it, I didn’t studder now did I princess? You better say it before I don’t let you cum all over my cock.” He growls.

You whine and yelp, but you know you need to cum now, there’s no reason to fight it now.

“Fuck~ daddy… I need t’ cum so bad daddy! Please mikey, m’ so close…” you cry out. Your pussy grips him tightly, practically begging to cum.

“Holy- yesss, that’s fucking it. Good girl. Cum for daddy, just like that baby. Fuck yourself dumb on daddy cock.” The white heat fills up both of you as you go dumb by being fucked this hard.

“Mikey! I’m cumming, pleasepleaseplease-“ you helplessly cry out, Poor baby.

“Fuck! Me too, sweetheart, where do you want it?” Michael groans.

“Inside, please…”

“You want me to…fuck…breed you?”

“Yes! please daddy! I- ’m cumming!!” He continues to thrust into you sloppily, forcing his cum inside of you.

“Oh- oh my god- you feel so…so good.” Michael falls into your back, having his still-hard cock inside of you. His breath trickles down by the crook of your neck as your catch your breath.

“Oh shit! Check outside the doors!” Michael pulls out of you and looks outside of the left door.

“Fuck! Bonnie!” He slams the door down.

“Maybe next time we do this at my house, hm?” He says leaning against the door.

TO BE CONTINUED-

#michael afton smut #michael afton #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf smut #fnaf 1 #michael afton fnaf #smut

[bratzforchris]

The House That Built Me Us

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Summary: In which you buying rockstar Luke Hemmings childhood home leads to a much deeper connection. Songfic inspired by "The House That Built Me" by Miranda Lambert <3

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, protected p in v, vanilla sex, making out, hickeys, slightly angsty Luke, overall just really a sweet and fluffy smut/romance fic :)

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: I'm not usually a big country music fan, but this is one of the first songs I learned to play on guitar as a kid, so I'm soft for it <3 Thank you for reading!

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Luke sighed as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, eyes glassing over as he gazed at the red stoplight above his head. He let his thoughts wander, thinking about why he was doing this. Maybe it was everything that had gone on in the last few months, or maybe everything that had gone down after the Sounds Live, Feels Live tour was just getting to his head. Either way, he found himself anxiously waiting for the stoplights of suburban Sydney to turn green. 

The blond thought back to his conversation with Ashton before he’d left for Australia, recalling his friend’s words. Ashton was always the most level-headed one of the band, so naturally, he had been the first to suggest that Luke return to his roots amidst his stress. In Luke’s mind, he had moved away; he couldn’t go back to that suburb. It held too many memories, some for good and some for worse. But like always, Ashton’s reasoning had won over Luke’s chaotic mind. 

“Luke, you’ve got to do something.” the honey-blond pleaded, staring down at his friend as Luke laid, wrapped in blankets, in the dark of Ashton’s guest room. 

“What the fuck am I supposed to do, Ash?” he’d snapped. “Pretend that I’m fine nad everything is great when I don’t fucking know how to go on living?”

Ashton sighed, sitting beside Luke on the bed. “I know. I know that it is so, so hard right now. But I also know how strong you are, Luke.”

Luke began to sob at Ashton’s kind words, shoving his face into the older male’s chest and just letting it all out. The stress of everything; the way he’d been forced to work like a damn animal despite his loss, the way he’d let her take advantage of him for so long, the way 5 Seconds of Summer was getting absolutely blasted from all sides by the media outlets. 

“...would some closure help?” Ashton whispered. 

“What do you mean?” Luke asked, wiping his blue eyes that had significantly dulled with the heel of his hand. 

“Well, what if you got some closure about everything that happened…y’know,” Ash mumbled, trying not to let the name engulf Luke’s temporary room in a cloud of grief. “What I’m saying is, what if you went back to Australia? Doesn’t matter how long; a week, a month, three. Go visit your childhood home. Remember why you’re doing this. LA will kill you if you don’t get out. 

“Maybe you’re right,” Luke trailed off, his friend’s words settling over him. “I just. I can’t.”

“You can, Luke,” Ashton reassured him. “You’re one of the strongest people I know. Go back, see how you feel, go from there. You’re only 20, dude. Corny as it sounds, the world is yours.”

Luke had smiled at that, enjoying Ashton’s warm embrace. Once the honey-blond had left the room, Luke pulled out his laptop, scouring various travel sites for flights to Sydney. 

The blond snapped back to the present as the light flicked green, pressing his foot to the pedal, zooming off before the rest of the cars. The inconspicuous Honda Civic he’d rented didn’t have great pickup, but Luke didn’t mind. Driving anything felt great after having his life dictated for so long. Maybe that’s why he was here, on this journey. He wanted to have the kind of control over his own life that he hadn’t had since he was sixteen and 5 Seconds of Summer signed with Modest!. 

It wasn’t long before Luke reached the more suburban part of the city, the wind whipping his slight curls as he flew through the back roads. “I need a haircut.” he thought for a moment, before shoving it away with the wind. This was his time, not management’s. He could do what he wanted. The blond bit his lip anxiously as he turned onto the street. The street that he had called home for sixteen years; the one he hadn’t been back to since 2013. It was almost bittersweet as he turned into the gravel driveway. The house held so many memories, but they were a combination of good and bad. He could almost see him wrestling with Ben and Jack in the yard, but he could also picture the thought of ringing that doorbell, and it wouldn’t be his mother opening the door. 

Luke’s curiosity overcame his melancholy, though, when he saw a white, Volkswagen Beetle sitting in front of the brick house. He quickly threw the car into park behind the vehicle, stepping out of his own car and surveying the house. There were still flowers in the window planters, but this time they were marigolds instead of daisies. The front yard was well-kept with the shrubs trimmed and various flowers planted. “Mum would be proud.” he chuckled in his mind, growing slightly sad at the image of Liz that crossed through his mind. The most prominent thing Luke noticed, though, was that the front door was painted hot, neon pink. 

“There’s no way…” he mumbled to himself, walking up the steps to the front of the house. 

As he walked, Luke smiled when he passed the imprints of his tiny hands on the front steps from when they’d had to redo the concrete when he was four. The pink door did get a good laugh out of him. His mum had wanted to have a pink door for years, but every time his dad, Andrew, refused, saying that a pink door was much too girly for a house with four boys in it. At the time, little Luke had agreed, but now, he had to admit that the pink suited the light brick of the house well. 

The blond gathered his courage, pausing before his fist hit the wood of the door to knock. What was he supposed to say? Judging on the appearance of the house, the owner seemed to be rather friendly, but how would they react to a random stranger showing up, claiming they used to live here. Luke shrugged it off, gathering his courage and shaking his shoulders out. He quickly knocked twice, listening for any sounds of life inside the house. Soon enough, he heard the sound of a bark, followed by a sniffling noise at the door, and then human feet. 

“Tunia, down.” a voice from inside said. 

Luke wondered how large the dog was, but he didn’t get much time to think, because the door opened immediately after. You stared at the stranger on the other side of the door, but he wasn’t a stranger at all to you. You just couldn’t believe he was at your house. 

“I…Luke Hemmings?” You sputtered out. 

“Hi?” he questioned, wondering how you already knew his damn name, then kicking himself for not realizing. “Hey, I’m sorry if this is weird, but I used to live here and…”

You cut him off, swinging the door open wider to look him up and down, which allowed a white bulldog, who Luke asked was ‘Tunia’ to sniff his ankles. “What the fuck?” You chuckled. “There’s no way.”

“You know me?” he asked, rather confused, despite his celebrity status. 

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “Dude, you’re only in like, one of the biggest bands of the past few years.”

“Oh, uh, right, yeah…” Luke said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “So, you’re like, a superfan?” he asked. 

“Mmmm, you could say that,” You shrugged nonchalantly, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “Is this What Would You Do or something?”

“No,” the blond stated. “It’s more like an insanely long story. This is my house. Like from when I was a kid. I was just wondering if I could walk around for a bit and then I swear I’ll leave.” 

You snorted, rolling your eyes and pulling your bulldog back from Luke’s ankles. “Yeah, right. And I’m the President of the US. This has been a weirdly charming encounter, but I need to go.”

Luke placed his foot in the doorway just as you were about to close it, a look of need etching itself into his features. “I promise I can tell you this is real. Go up the stairs to the bedroom at the back of the house. It should’ve been light blue with pink speakers when you moved in. That one was mine. It’s where me and the guys started writing our first EP. That oak tree over there,” he cocked his head towards a tree at the far end of the yard. “My childhood dog, Molly, is buried there. I know this is really weird and probably really unsettling for you, but please.” he practically begged. 

You’d been teasing him for fun when you told Luke that you were a “superfan”, but now, you could see why teenage girls all over the world had fallen for him in the last few years. His begging blue eyes, along with his blond hair that was plastered to his forehead with sweat gave Luke an almost boyish innocence, while his black lip ring and overall choice of attire spoke that he was definitely a bad boy. Thinking that, you paused, opening the door a little wider once more. 

“Fine. You got me,” You sighed playfully. “What’s your reason for being back here anyway? You know, when most people get back, they don’t go back to where they came from.”

Luke gnawed on his lip ring, averting his eyes from yours. “It’s a long story…”

“I have time,” You shrugged, stepping outside and closing the door behind you. “Shoot.” You told him, beckoning him to sit beside you on the concrete steps. 

Luke obliged, squatting next to you and sighing. “Well, I’m sure you’ve seen it in the news,” he started. “We’re not getting great publicity right now.”

You nodded, giving him a look to encourage him to keep talking. “Go on.”

“There’s that and then…the reason this house went on the market in the first place is because Mum died and Dad just couldn’t keep up with it anymore,” Luke blew a puff of air from his lips. “Ash said I needed to get out of LA before it killed me, whatever that means.”

“I can understand that.” You said, looking up at Luke honestly, noticing the way he smiled softly at the eye contact. 

“I dunno, I guess I thought if maybe I just came back one last time, I could find closure. I’m someone else out here. Have you ever experienced that feeling? When you go home, you can just be you. You don’t have to be who your boss or your friends or anyone else thinks you are. I thought that maybe just remembering what my life was like out here would kinda heal my brokenness, y’know?” he asked. “I was serious when I said I only wanted to take a look and then I would leave. I think I just need a memory to remind me of why I’m doing this. The whole “famous” thing, that is.”

You carefully placed a hand on Luke’s knee, watching his face to see what he would do. “That really sounds like a lot. But I think that’s something only you can figure out for yourself.”

You were surprised when Luke smiled back at you, the small grin dotting his slightly scruffy beard. Something was distracting you, though, and it was the small, black lip ring that graced his plump, pink lips. You almost wondered what it would be like to kiss Luke and feel the cool metal against your skin, but quickly shoved the thought away. Luke was here because he seemed almost depressed. The last thing he probably wanted was someone who was a fan wanting to kiss him. 

“Do you wanna come in?” You asked quickly, trying to rid yourself of the blush and the dirty thoughts that had taken residence in you. 

“You’ll let me?” Luke asked, like he wanted to believe you, but he didn't want to get too hopeful. 

“Mhm,” You nodded, standing up and brushing off your pants. “Come on, pretty boy.” You joked. 

“Oh, so you think I’m pretty?” the blond asked, cocking his brow with a smirk. 

“Every girl thinks that. Get over yourself.” You chuckled, but there was a hint of truth to your words. 

Luke blushed at your words, following you into the house once you opened the door. He stood in the foyer for a moment, slowly spinning in a circle while taking everything in. Somehow, everything had changed and nothing had changed at the same time. “You really are just like my mum.” he chuckled. 

“Is that a compliment?” You asked him, wondering about the original owner of the house. 

“Yeah…” Luke sighed, a wistful look in his eyes. “My mum was fuckin’ awesome.” 

You touched Luke’s arm gently, eyeing him up and down. To you, he didn’t seem like the celebrity rockstar that he was. You could see the little boy in his eyes, the one that was somehow still hoping that having his mother ripped away from him was a cruel dream. “Can I say something?”

The blond nodded without speaking, continuing to wander further into the house as you followed him. You could see the awe in his face as he touched random knick-knacks, both yours and ones you had kept from when you bought the house. You weren’t quite sure if Luke was listening, but you spoke nonetheless. 

“The way this house was built and decorated is kinda what swayed me to buy it…” You admitted shyly. “It was nice to see a family home with feminine elements. I’d like to have that someday.” You smiled. 

“Yeah?” Luke asked, turning to look at you. “My mum had that exact same dream for years. She cut photos out of the home and garden magazines for so long. My dad was determined to give her what she wanted, so they built this place right after my older brother was born. She really wanted a pink front door, so I’m glad you followed through.” he laughed. 

You smiled at him, watching as he wandered through the house with an almost boyish wonder. “You really love this place, huh?”

Luke nodded as he stopped at the base of the stairs. “I mean, yeah. I grew up here. From the day Mum brought me home from the hospital til the day I left for London,” a look of sadness ghosted the blond’s face for a moment. “I left too early.”

“Who would’ve thought that this is what a celebrity in your, or I guess their, house is like,” You laughed. “Sorry. That was weird.” You snorted, falling into a fit of giggles. 

He looked at you for a moment, watching as you hunched over laughing, your freckled nose scrunched cutely. Your wavy hair was falling in your face from laughing so hard, but it was probably the most adorable, and maybe even hot, thing he’d ever seen. Wait. Did he think you were hot? Luke shook his head to clear the thought, beginning to laugh, your joy infecting him. 

Once you two had gotten over your fit of giggles, you looked up at Luke just in time to see him gnawing on his lip ring. To chase any pesky thoughts of what having sex with him would be like, and to ignore the growing ball of heat in your tummy, you nodded up the stairs. “You said something about a blue bedroom with pink speakers earlier?”

Luke ran a hand through his hair, looking down at you from his 6’4” height. “Yeah. Why?”

“C’mon, I’ll show you.” You took the blond’s hand, dragging him up the stairs behind you. 

To you, Luke didn’t feel like some sort of superstar. He almost felt like your childhood best friend that you’d known all your life. The one that lived across the street as you grew up together. Maybe that’s why you didn’t hesitate to practically run through the house with him trailing behind you on gangly limbs, laughing just as hard. 

You threw open your bedroom door, arms out wide and spinning around. “Ta da. Do you like it? Or are you too posh for this now?”

“You turned this into your bedroom?” he asked, raising a brow. “You didn’t take the master suite?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. I just felt a stronger connection to this one, I guess. Now I know why.” You winked, sitting down on the bed and patting the spot next to you for Luke to do the same. 

Luke smiled softly, tentatively sitting down beside you. “You’re cute.” he giggled softly, freckled nose blushing red as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. 

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help noticing the way your body lit up at his touch. “I bet you say that to every girl.”

“I don’t, actually,” Luke whispered. “Only the ones I like.”

Before you knew it, the blond was leaning over to kiss you, his plump, warm lips meeting your own with a gentle “hello”. You gasped softly at the sudden, but extremely pleasurable sensation taking over your body. You kissed Luke back just as passionately, slowly reaching up to tangle your fingers in his strawberry-blond hair. You two continued to make out for a moment, you inching towards Luke’s lap until he suddenly pulled back. 

“I…I’m sorry,” he chuckled awkwardly. “I dunno why I did that,” Luke rubbed the back of his neck as he turned cherry red. “I didn’t even ask, I’m sorry.”

“Shhhh,” You placed a finger over the blond’s lips. “Don’t talk.” You began to kiss Luke again, scooting into his lap so that you were straddling him. 

The blond took that as his que, because he began to kiss you back, more heated than before. Before long, he rolled so that you were laying back against the bed with him on top of you. “Is this the bed that was in the house when you bought it?” Luke asked, laughing softly as the mattress creaked under your bodies. 

“Yeah,” You admitted with a giggle. “I was broke after buying the house, okay?”

Luke laughed, kissing you once more before beginning to softly suckle on the sweet spot behind your ear, making you let out a small gasp. You wriggled under his grasp, panting. 

“Oh god, Luke.” You whined. 

“You like that?” he asked, leaving another hickey on your neck. 

You nodded as Luke trailed his way down your body with his warm, ringed fingers, humming softly about how beautiful you were. When he reached the button of your jeans, he paused, looking down at you with wide, blue eyes. “Is this alright?” he asked, slowly moving off of you so he could unbutton your jeans. 

You nodded quickly, gasping at the feeling of his skin on your own. “Yes.” You panted out. 

Luke slowly unbuttoned your jeans, smirking when he looked at your lacy, white underwear. “Did you know I was coming?” 

You shook your head with an immense blush, whining as he slid your jeans and panties off. “Want you to fuck me.”

“That was fast,” the blond grinned, lifting your shirt to press a kiss to your stomach. “I love it.”

He rubbed his hands across your stomach, leaving small kisses as he ran along your ribcage and up to the clasp of your bra. Luke slowly helped you lift your arms so that he could pull your top and bra off, smiling at how beautiful you looked under him and completely naked. As he hovered over you, you tugged slightly at his belt and black skinny jeans, fluttering your lashes at him. 

“I was serious about having sex with you, y’know.” 

Luke didn’t need to be told twice. The blond practically ripped his shirt and pants off, making out with you again. He had had the taste of your body against his own, and now he couldn’t get enough of it, especially when you were both naked and slightly heated from the exertion. 

“Do ya have a condom?” he whispered huskily in your ear. 

You moved to pull one out of your bedside table, giggling at the whine Luke let out when your body was no longer pressed against his, especially with the loss of contact to his growing erection. You pulled a condom out of your nightstand, rolling back over and handing it to Luke. 

“Girls are always prepared.” You said, leaving a kiss on his cheek. 

At your words, Luke rolled the rubber onto his throbbing dick, positioning you just so. “Mmmm, you’re already so wet for me. Don’t even need lube.” the blond hummed, running his thumb across your damp slit. 

You gasped at the feeling of Luke’s fingers against your sensitive hole, wrapping your hands across his bare back. “Just do it already.” You whined. 

Luke lined himself up with your hole, inserting only his tip as he watched you gasp out at how big he was. “Are you ready?”

You nodded quickly, trying to pull yourself closer to him. “Please.”

The blond slowly slid into you, smirking at the way your face etched with a grunt at the feeling of trying to accommodate his length. He began to ride you gently, admiring your face as you started scratching along his back. You were already crying out with pleasure and he hadn’t even started riding you fully yet. 

Luke began to ride you faster, enjoying the sound of his balls slapping against your ass as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You two hadn’t even been at it long, but the blond was practically ruining you. His heavy moans and pants filled the room, along with the squeaks of the mattress as you cried out.

“Oh god, Lu. Need to cum.” You whined, moving your hands from his back to his hair. 

Your breath had become ragged at this point, coming in short gasps and pants. Luke was squeezing your thighs with his hands, burying his face in your neck and leaving hickeys along you as he pumped harder into you. Your eyes were fluttering open and shut at the overwhelming sensation of Luke.

It must’ve been fate, or maybe just how good the blond was making you feel, but somehow, you both came at the same time, yelling out as your orgasms hit you. Your moans filled the room as you both collapsed back against the bed, breathing heavily. You were silent for a few moments, enjoying the aftermath of that wonderful sex. Luke slid the condom off, tying it up and disposing of it in the can beside your bed. 

“I think that’s the most passionate sex I’ve ever had.” You whispered into the bedroom, still quite enjoying the slick feeling of your cum against your thighs. 

Luke rolled over onto his side so he could look at you. “Well, I’d like to think I’m a professional.” he smirked. 

“Mmmm,” You whined, snuggling into his side. “I think so.”

Luke kissed your forehead, admiring your beauty for a moment. “Y/N?” he asked quietly. “Do ya wanna…nevermind.” he hummed. 

“What?” You asked, turning to look at him. 

“It’s stupid.” 

“It’s not,” You poked his chest. “What’s up?”

“Do ya wanna be my girlfriend?” he asked shyly. 

You kissed Luke’s face, once again enjoying the sensation of his lip ring. “Yes.”

“Really?” he asked. 

You nodded and kissed him once more, cuddling back into his chest. “Yep. I think you’re funny and cute and quite talented. In multiple facets.” You giggled. 

Luke smiled, running a hand through your hair. “First thing we’re doing is getting you a new bed.” he laughed, listening as the mattress squeaked every time you two moved. 

“I could go for that.” You smiled sleepily, the feeling of Luke holding you making you relaxed. 

“Night night, Y/N.” Luke said with a whispered smile as you fell asleep in his arms. 

The blond didn’t know what was going to happen in his life from here, but he did know he wanted you to be a part of it. The girl brought to him by fate. 

… 5 years later

Luke held you bridal style, carrying you over the doorstep and into the home. 

“Don’t drop me!” You squealed, clinging to his suit. 

“Wow, you have no faith in me.” the blond chuckled sarcastically, carrying you up the stairs and into the bedroom. 

You laughed, kissing Luke heavily. “I never said.”

“What do you say we recreate that day from five years ago?” he hummed, setting you on the bed. 

“I think that sounds perfectly wonderful,” You grinned, undoing Luke’s tie. “Especially now that we have a new mattress.”

Luke kissed your head as he slowly slid your wedding dress off. “This house built me, and I am so beyond excited to see the way it builds us and our family,” he smiled, planting a kiss on your neck. “I love you, Mrs. Y/N Hemmings.”

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Hiiiii!!! So happy to see you’re asks are open! I was wondering if I could get some smut with my boi Santi 🧢 , maybe it’s him and readers first time together and reader is inexperienced and nervous (maybe virgin, maybe not, whatever you wanna do) and santi got a bit of a corruption kink 👀👀 shows her how to suck dick and take him like a good girl, all the while giving lots of praise and body worship to make her comfortable, and of course some he takes care of her r e a l good, giving her multiple orgasms and after care? Feat. Santiago’s dirty mouth

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WELP! What started off as a quick Kinktober drabble ended up into a slutty ass one shot that I had a blast making. I hope you enjoy reading this!!!!!! Love you and thank you for this ask because this might be one of my favorite things I have ever written!

The Assistant

Pairing: Santiago Pope Garcia x F! Reader

Summary: After getting a cushy job in state government, Santiago wants to turn over a new leaf. But when you, a young office assistant, show up in short sundresses with his favorite coffee, it's hard to stay on task.

Words: 5K

Content: *deep breath* explicit smut, age gap, dry humping, sundress kink, corruption kink, dirty talk, praise kink, public fooling around, thumb sucking, drinking, fingering, oral sex (m and f), rough sex (p in v), condom creampie, aftercare

All he wanted was to keep his head down.

After working in Columbia, in the tornado of chaos and trauma, after losing Tom. He had to come back to the states and make things right for himself.

That meant no more bloodshed, no more secret missions, no more men lost. When the state capitol offered Santiago a job as a military adviser where all he’d have to do is push paper and teach a bunch of hungover but hungry post grads, he’d had no choice but to say yes.

Great benefits, his family no longer lost sleep at night and he was fine.

And then he met you.

“Hi Santi.”

The clear bell of your sweet voice cracked his heart and ached his cock and he hated it. He hated how beautiful your smile was. He hated the tightness of your just work appropriate sundresses. He hated the ribbon you tied in your hair and how badly he wanted to see it intertwined between his fingers when he pulled on it pounding you from behind.

He hated that you knew just how well to make his coffee.

“How is it?” You tilted your head.

“It came from you, so it’s perfect.” He hated that he wasn’t lying.

He didn’t want to make any big moves or ruffle any feathers. You were the young office assistant, light Facebook stalking proved that you were maybe too young for him. Just turned twenty-one and an early college graduate. This was your gap year between trying to get into law school and making something of yourself.

Scrappy, ambitious, driven. Which is exactly why he needed to stay the fuck away. But when you bring him his morning coffee with creamer as smooth as your skin, it’s so goddamn difficult.

He tries to be intimidating but approachable. He doesn’t know if he has that in him anymore. He’s not used to people stopping by his office to say hello without an ulterior motive.

Every now and then you’ll walk by his office if you don’t have coffee. You’ll have a stack of papers in your hand, waving as much as you can so you don’t drop the stack. One day, you come by when Santiago is playing his music; he thinks you’re coming to tell him it’s too loud or too heavy for an office environment.

You hesitate for a moment as Santi anticipates a scolding. “Is that Ride the Lightning?” you ask.

Santi can’t help but smile. “It is. Didn’t picture you a Metallica fan.”

You step further into his office and he can’t help but smile wider. “Of course. My dad is a huge fan so I pretty much came out of the womb hearing James Hetfield. Believe it or not, they were my first concert when I was four.”

“Your dad is a good man.” And would kill me if he knew what I wanted to do to you Santi thought. “I’m gonna be honest I fully thought you were coming in here to tell me to turn it down.”

You tell him no way and what should’ve been a quick stop at his office turned into a 15 minute conversation on the classic rock you were raised on. He knew he was into you, and this certainly didn’t help.

“I just never thought we’d be having this conversation.” Santiago told you, you gave a mock look of shock.

“What did you think we’d be talking about? Olivia Rodrigo? Hannah Montana?” You joked.

“Not necessarily. Okay, maybe a little Hannah Montana.” God, he loved how fun you were and easy to talk to.

“Don’t knock her until you’ve listened to her. She’s actually got a pretty damn good cover of Nothing Else Matters. Here, I’ll pull it up.” You moved next to him, looking briefly at him to get an okay to move his mouse.

Santi and those damn eyes. You thought. All the women in the office talked about how charming his eyes were and when going out with a few of the girls at the office you’d heard the term “fuck me eyes”, but you didn’t believe it until then.

You had to focus on YouTube before you turned into a puddle of want.

And there you were, leaning over his desk, the top of your blouse loose. Your smell of your lotion, or shampoo or just your regular body essence was driving him so insane he didn’t even realize the song was playing.

“You like that?” You said to him in an almost whisper. You bit your plump lip that he wanted to lick. Santi felt his dick stand at attention. He had to get back to work or else he’d do something he’d regret.

“Uh. Yeah. Sorry I just remembered I have a meeting in a few that I need to prep for. But I’ll listen to the rest of it.” Santiago quickly said to you, not making eye contact as you awkwardly shuffled out of his office.

“Okay. Well, if I don’t see you have a good weekend Santi.” You said to him, he looked up at you with a half smile as you went back to work.

You felt as if you’d blown it, but Santiago had to close his office, take deep breaths and palm his cock reminiscing the scent of you.

He was utterly fucked.

———————————————————

Friday night called for beer with the boys. The best thing about living back in America was that Santi could catch up with his friends without checking for timezones or video calls with sleeping babies.

He needed to clear his head, especially with what had just happened at work with you. Sure, your scent still left a dull linger on his nostrils but next week was going to be a new week. No distractions, just work.

He bought a round of beers for his friends to celebrate, toasting to a week of hard work well done.

“We did it, boys. We should feel accomplished for what we’ve done this week. And most importantly don’t look back and focus on what’s ahead.”

“That group over there could probably take your advice.” Santi’s friend Benny nudged over to a group of drunk twenty sometimes at a table. A girl backed up to throw back her shot and accidentally hit the person passing her. She was incredibly remorseful and sweet, even offering to buy the man a drink to repay him, considerate little thing and…

Holy shit. It was you. Santi felt his teeth grit and his cock stir at the sight of you in that tight, short dress. You hadn’t been running through his mind enough today?

“You good, man? You’re burning a hole though that girl’s dress.” Santi’s friend Frankie quirked, eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“Easy, pendejo. I know her from the office. She works under me.” Santiago says.

And before Benny could mutter out I bet she does in full, it’s like your ears are ringing. You make a clumsy spin in your heels and make eye contact with Santi so strong that it seems like everyone in the bar has dissipated.

“Oh my god, Santi!!!” You squealed, a running start into his arms that made his heart leap. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “It’s so good to see you.” You whispered in his ear. Anyone within a 5-mile radius could smell the tequila.

“Small world.” He chuckles, looking at the boys for backup but Benny and Frankie have suddenly decided that they want to play a rousing game of pool.

“CanIbuyyouadrink?” You slurred, not sounding as sexy and mature as you’d hoped running into your hot coworker.

He raises his beer and gives you that knee wobbling grin. “I’m okay, what about you? Can I get you any water or anything?”

“Psh. Water? I’m fine.”

“She’s not. She barely drinks. She’s had three tequila shots and a seltzer and she’s good.” One of her girlfriends introduced herself. “I’m Jess, her roommate and tonight’s babysitter.”

“I’m not a baby.” You rolled your eyes, dramatically, folding your arms and huffing. Just what you needed. You actually see Santiago Garcia on a night out and you look hot but you can barely hold your liquor. If he walked away to go back to his friends you wouldn’t blame him.

“No, but I’m sure you’re dehydrated. I’m Santiago, I’m getting this girl a drink.” He said. He could’ve sworn he saw Jess’s eyebrows raise and her eyes widen when he’d said his name. She’d echoed it like it was something you’d said before. But he could be paranoid. He’d just blame it on misreading the situation.

But damn, if you had talked about him? He wasn’t crazy. You could feel it too and he wasn’t a dirty old man. Okay..forties isn’t that old but old enough to know he shouldn't think about the way you look in that dress, how innocent you are that only a few shots have you slurring. It makes him want to protect you, to make sure none of the creeps at the bar that are looking at you for too long try to take advantage of you. Any man that looks you way at this point will have to deal with the stare of a Delta Force glaring him down.

Santi brings you your glass of water and you look at him like he's just brought you salvation during a drought. You wrap your arms around him again and are sosothankful.

"So what brings you ladies out tonight?" Santi asks, trying to avoid the draw that your scent brings him to. Taking him back to his office, Metallica, that dress.

"Our friend just got engaged!" Jess exclaimed.

Santiago congratulated your friend, but you just grunted and rolled your eyes. "I'm so happy for Katie but this is the only person she's been with since the eighth grade. Can you believe that, Santi?" Your hand rests on his leg. Shit.

"It's cute, they're in love!" Jess retorts.

"I know they are but one person for your entire life? You're not gonna fuck anyone else?" You're more crass outside of the office and with liquor in you. Santi likes it, but it makes him incredibly nervous.

"Oh please. You're one to talk, you've only had sex with one person once, it's like you're still a virgin." Jess jokes towards you. You slap her arm to shush her.

How fucking embarrassing that she just told Santiago that you were inexperienced. If he didn't already see you as a little girl, that sure as hell would've done it.

But instead Santi has to curse himself for the thoughts that are growing in his head. You're so young and inexperienced, you just need the right person to teach you...

For the rest of the night, Santi stayed by your side. He'd told Frankie and Benny that he was taking care of you to make sure you got home safe, but after yet another crass joke from the two of them, Santi gave them the finger calling them cabróns on his way back to you.

You figured that he was just being protective, but you wanted to drop some hints that you were interested. You'd touch him, give him long eye contact and even offered to buy him a tequila shot when you'd started to sober up a bit.

"No, no, bebita. You can't just take it straight back like this." Santi held your arm, stopping you from downing it. "You've got to get salt and a lime."

"I've never done it before. Can you show me?" You asked him innocently. College wasn't a huge party experience for you. Since you were serious about law school, you'd wanted to take any opportunity you had to study. You'd still gone out, but for the most part you were always the designated driver.

Santi had gotten the salt and the limes from the bar. He'd instructed you on how to lick the salt first, take the shot and then suck on the lime once finished.

What he didn't expect was you suggesting you lick the salt off of each other's hands so he could feel your warm, sweet tongue on him. He didn't expect after you'd taken your shot for you to look up at him sweetly, sucking the lime with wide eyes looking at him.

"Did I do okay?" You asked. Santi gulped hard and nodded, feeling the tightness in his pants develop. He had to go. Soon. Just looking at you had become too much.

Jess had come up to the two of you at the bar, stating that one of the douchebags staring you both down had wanted her to come over. Santi knew he couldn't let you figure out a ride by yourself, so he offered to drive you home. It was one car ride. He could control himself for one car ride.

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During the drive, Santi blared Metallica as you sang along to every word. Everything with Santiago felt so easy. When you'd initially met him at work, you'd feared he would just be another intimidating military advisor who speaks in grunts but he was incrdibly well spoken, sweet and so, so hot gripping the steering wheel with only one hand. You gripped your legs together, trying to distract yourself.

"Did you have a good time tonight?" Santiago asked.

"I did! It was so awesome to see you." You said, pausing for a moment. "I hope that Jess didn't make me sound like a total dork?"

Santi chuckled. "Why would you think that?"

"Y'know...I just sound so lame. I don't really drink, the whole 'it's like you're still a virgin' thing." You said as he parked outside of your apartment building.

"I mean, you're talking to someone who stopped hunting people down in Colombia because of his bad knees...so who's the lame one now?" Santiago joked, your laugh sounded clear as a bell and was not helping how hard he was.

"I guess I just wanted you to think of me as an adult? Not your geeky office assistant coworker." You smiled at him. He needed to let you go, end the conversation, stop this before it's too late and he defiles you.

He puts his hand on your knee instead; you felt the heat from his large, calloused palm. "I don't think you're geeky. Maybe a little on the safe side."

You grin and say quietly, "I can be bad."

"How so?" Santi asks you in a lowered voice.

You crawled over his car console awkwardly and climbed onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you bit your lip nervously. "Like this."

Santi sighs and says your name, his hands gripping your hips. "I don't know..."

"I'm sorry. This was totally inappropriate and I'm stupid to think that you would've even been into me." You start to stammer and attempt to climb off of him. Santi keeps you in place, giving you that hard stare as he rolled his hips into yours.

You toyed at the grey hairs at his neck as you looked down at him. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in so his lips could meet yours. You'd started out soft, chaste, but you wanted him so badly and everything he could give you. You chased his lip with your tongue as he groaned, opening his mouth as your tongues explored each other. Hungry, needy. You'd never been kissed like this.

"Santi..." You moaned as he grabbed your hair, lost in your scent and the way you felt against him as he rocked into you.

"There you go...just like that." He coached you as you matched his rhythm. "You're such a good girl for me, you know that?"

You nodded, eyes hooded as he explored your body with his hands. His hands went from tracing your breasts to one of his thumbs entering your mouth.

"Have you ever done this before?" Santi whispers to you, you shake your head no as he groans and presses into you. His jeans aren't off and he already feels so hard and thick. You start with kitten licks up his thumb as he traces your lips. You feel yourself coming apart as he inserts his thumb into your mouth and you begin to suck.

Santiago moans. "Bebita, you're doing so well. Do you think you can suck my cock like this?"

You nod, still sucking on his thumb hard as you begin to move on top of him. In your brief experience with sex you don't remember it being so enjoyable, let alone having any sort of foreplay.

"Will you please teach me how to suck your cock, Santi?" You begged him as he pushed up into you.

"Is that what you want? You want me to teach you how to suck my cock and my cock only? Want me to mold your mouth to take my cock?"

You couldn't take it, you needed release so you moved your fingers down to your panties as Santi pushed your dress up to watch. You were so close to pushing your panties to the side to reveal your clit when--

You heard a car door shut. Suddenly, your intimate experience was over and the two of you were looking around to see if any of your neighbors had caught you. You climbed off of him back into the passenger seat, breathing heavily.

Santi couldn't believe what he had just done. He said he was going to keep a low profile. Not get into any trouble. Let alone risk anything happening to you. He needed to go, before you invited him in and he made even more mistakes.

"I should go." Santi curtly said.

You looked over at him, slightly confused. "Oh. Okay? Um--well--"

"I'll see you Monday." Santi tried to say as blankly as possible.

You collected your things and climbed out of the car, giving him one last look before you shut the door. "See you Monday."

Santi watched you enter your building as you took a few times to turn around and look at him. He had to make sure you got in safe, but he couldn't go in. You were too sweet. Maybe he should've laid off and let you have more fun tonight. Maybe you would've been going home with one of those co-ed douchebags.

But he also knew they couldn't fuck you like he could. He wanted you to experience a pleasure you clearly hadn't experienced before, and as much as he wanted to fight it, the bliss on your face while riding him is what replayed in his head over and over as he'd drifted off to sleep, hand palming his aching cock.

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Santiago thought he'd know what to do the next morning. He thought he'd have the answer but he couldn't think of what to do. Should he get your phone number from the work directory to sort this out? Should he wait until Monday morning? Was it a mistake? He couldn't imagine how you were feeling.

You were just as confused. What happened? Sure, it shouldn't have happened right there in the car where your neighbors could see but you didn't regret what happened with Santi. It felt amazing, it felt right. Should you call him? Should you pop into his office on Monday with his coffee like nothing happened?

You weren't able to see. You'd gone into Santiago's office with his usual coffee but his lights were off and he was nowhere to be found. After walking by again after a few hours he still wasn't there.

Turns out, Santiago had decided to work from home for the week. Giving the excuse he wasn't feeling too well, he was able to figure his shit out. It didn't feel great, the thought of you coming into his office and seeing he wasn't there, but he knew it was the right decision.

He had to ignore his carnal urges. Your sweet smell. The way your body felt on his.

By Friday afternoon, he thinks he's finally okay. Sure, there's still that dull roar in the back of his head that thinks of you but it's enough time where he could come back into the office and tell you what happened was a mistake. This was for your own good.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on his door. He opens the door and sees you standing there, with a stack of work as well as a thermos.

"Um. Hi." Santiago wanted to kick himself. The son of a bitch has avoided her for days and that's all he can say when she's here at his doorstep?

"...The office just had some things they wanted you to work on this afternoon. And I also brought you coffee. Didn't know if you needed a pick me up."

Santi felt his heart sink. You were too damn sweet. He didn't deserve it. He invited you in as you took a look around and his typical bachelor decor. You sunk into his couch.

"How have you been?" You start off.

"Oh, y'know, fine." Santi lies.

"Are we really not going to talk about it, Santiago?" You ask him.

"Sure. We can. Of course I enjoyed what happened. But it wasn't appropriate. We work together, bebita. I don't want you throwing away this opportunity because of me." Santi said.

"Maybe you're right. It wasn't appropriate what we did but I don't regret it? Do you?" You asked.

"You know I don't, baby, but--." You interrupt Santiago.

"Then why do you think you can make my decisions for me? I'm not a child. I know what I'm getting myself into." You set the stack of papers down and sit closer to him.

"I want you Santiago. If you don't want me, I'll walk out and we can stay coworkers but I want this. I want you to show me how to do things I haven't done before. I wanna be your bad little girl." You whisper into his ear, hearing him exhale.

"Fuck, baby. You can't say that." He growls.

"Why not? Should I beg for it? I can get on my knees..." Boldly, you get on your knees in front of Santi on the couch who's now panting. You grip his thick thighs.

"Please, Santi. Teach me. I can be so good for you. I want you to be my real first."

That broke Santiago. Everything he wanted to teach and show and corrupt you with, you felt the exact same way. There was no turning back. He held the back of your neck, gripping at your hair as he looked down at you with such a mix of lust and affection.

"Fuck, bebita. I'll show you anything you want. Come up here, now."

Santi gripped onto your hips as you straddled him, similar to your positions in the car but now that you've had time to think about what you want to do, you go for it. You run your fingers through his salt and pepper hair, leaving one on his chest. Your kisses don't start out sweet, they're immediately hungry, your tongue finding his to show you how desperate you are for him.

He takes a moment to look at you, flushed skin and lips plump for him. Your sundress is riding up to expose your cotton panties and he wants nothing more than to pull them off and take care of you.

So he does.

He orders you to get up and you stand, looking down at him as he carefully removes your panties while not breaking eye contact. He helps you step out of them and then rubs your thighs, admiring your wetness.

"Hermosa." He whispers. He takes a finger and runs it up your leg to your clit, teasing you as you begin to whine.

"Has anyone ever done this to you before, bebita?" He whispers, circling your clit. You slowly shake your head no as he sighs to himself.

"It's a damn shame." He says, now moving his finger down to tease at your entrance. "A pussy as beautiful as yours deserves to be touched."

You can't help but moan now. He puts his mouth onto your clit and begins to move. Giving small licks at your entrance he decides to take two fingers and insert them inside you.

He looks up at you with dark eyes. "I need to get you ready for me first before you take my cock. I know you can do it, but you're so tight aren't you?"

You were squirming on top of Santi, crying as you felt yourself build and build as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. When he got himself to a fast pace, you could hear your wetness as he folded his fingers inside of you, mouth on your clit as he wanted you to cum for him.

"Santi, fuck, baby I'm going to cum." You rode his mouth, and he hummed onto you. Releasing his mouth, you whined, but it only caused his fingers to go faster.

"That's right, baby. Fuck my fingers, you're doing so well. I wanna feel you ride my cock next, please." Santi panted.

You soon felt yourself release, clenching on Santi's fingers as he helped you through your orgasm.

He got up and hungrily kissed you, letting you taste the sweetness of his mouth and your cum.

"See how good we taste together, bebita?" Santi asked, biting your lip. "Now, let's go to the bedroom."

Santiago brought you into his bedroom, planting kisses on you and stripping himself and you from the rest of your clothes. While you were completely naked, Santiago still had his boxers on. He laid you down on the bed and palmed himself.

"I wanted to save this for you. I want you to see how you make me feel, I want you to look at this cock before I shove it in your mouth." Santi said.

You got up on your knees on the bed, letting him guide your hand onto his cock. You could feel his hard outline, stroking it up and down until you finally decided to peel off his underwear.

His cock was thicker than you had expected. Almost as big as your wrist, you looked at Santiago’s cock with such pure awe that he didn’t know whether to fuck you or soothe you in that moment.

“Santi…I’ve never done this. I don’t know how.” You say with his dick in both hands, pumping it up and down. “Will you show me?”

And when you put Santiago into your mouth, he softly instructed you how to take him. Giving you soft praises for your soft kitten licks and pulling your hair for every inch you moved closer down your throat. He could feel your mouth tighten around him as you sucked him harder and faster, a small pool of saliva coming out of your mouth.

“Your mouth was made for my cock, baby. Such a good girl taking it all down for me.” He praised you. You loved that praise. You loved being his good girl. You wanted more compliments and so you moved faster and harder to a point where Santiago felt himself constrict and tighten.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK. Baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” Santi panted. “Not yet. Not before I fuck you. Is that what you want?”

“Please.” You whined. “I need it. I need you, Santi.”

He laid you on your back as he fished into his nightstand drawer for a condom. He put it on himself as he scanned your body.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He pressed his hand to your cheek. ��Your body, your spirit, all of you.”

He pumped two fingers inside of you again before he lined himself up, making sure that you were ready. It had been a while since you’d had your one and only experience—a shitty one-night stand with a Fraternity boy— but it was time and you couldn’t think of anyone else to do this with.

He entered you slowly, as you felt him fit inside of your walls, feeling a pleasure you’d never experienced before. You felt him go still above you, bending down to trail kisses onto your face as he slowly begins to move. He starts out slow, easing you into it because there's still a bit of pain in his movements because of his girth.

When you start to rock your hips along with him, that's when he starts to quicken. He strengthens his movements, moving your left leg up so you can take more of him. You already know you aren't going to last.

He pumps into you harder, your entire body shaking as he holds one of your hips in place as he pounds into you. He growls at you in Spanish, only making out that he's talking about your "sweet, sweet pussy" and how he's desperate for you to milk him.

You move your hand down to try to circle your clit, and he chuckles. "That's my job now, bebita." He presses his thick finger that was holding onto your leg onto your clit as you feel yourself begin to tremble.

You wail into your second orgasm as he pumps into you with lightning speed. You know at this pace he won't be able to last long but you don't care; you need to feel him. His pace begins to falter as he grinds into you hard, grabbing onto your ass as he drives into you a few more times.

"I'm going to cum inside you, bebita because this pussy is mine. This sweet, tight little pussy. I'm gonna fuck my cum into you because you're mine now, baby, fuck!"

Santiago cums inside you, releasing himself as he stills for a moment on top of you. While he lies on you, you stroke at his hair while he plants kisses on your chest. He looks up at you, his eyes adoring.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Santiago asked.

"Not at all." You smiled. Ever the gentleman.

He gets up to go to the bathroom and dispose of the condom. You lay on his bed reflecting what had just happened. He comes back with a warm washcloth, running it between your legs as he plops back onto the bed and cuddles you from behind.

"So much for trying not to want you." He says to himself. You turn around surprised.

"What?" You grin.

"It should be obvious now, but I'd had a thing for you. And I didn't think you'd be into me, that I was a creep." Santiago sheepishly says to you.

"Quite the opposite." You planted a kiss on his lips. "If I told you how much I'd thought about you before last week, it would be embarrassing."

"So what you're telling me is Jess did know who I was?" Santi joked as you playfully tapped him.

"So what happens now?" You look up at him and grin.

"What happens now is I make you a cup of coffee for a change. You stay here for the afternoon and maybe the night so I can cook you dinner and spoil you a bit?" Santi peppers kisses onto your lips.

"I can't say I'd object to that." You kiss him back. "But wait--what should I tell the office if I don't head back?"

"Just tell him I needed help with some extra work and needed an extra special assistant." He grinned at you. You rolled your eyes and playfully hit him as he pinned you down, pressing his lips onto yours.

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Afterglow

Chapter Twelve of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Thirteen

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 5.5K

Chapter Overview: Frankie brings Estrella lunch & more than one secret is exchanged between group members

TW: p in v penetration, sex in public (sort of), mentions of past sexual assault, trauma and PTSD

Notes: hey everyone !! cheers to me for not taking a month to put out this chapter lololol,, i think this one might be in my top three of the chapters i've written for through the scope so please let me know what y'all think ! as usual...my asks are always open & happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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You haven’t seen your dad in a little over a week so there is a lot to catch each other up on. When you get there, he isn’t using a cane this time. He traded in his singular cane for two forearm crutches. You aren’t sure if this signals an improvement or a decline and guilt sweeps through your body. Maybe if you had been here instead of with the guys, you would know the answer to your mental question. You moved here to support him after all. It feels like your life is being pulled in two separate directions and it's killing you that you haven’t had time to finally unify them. 

You’re nervous to tell your dad about Frankie. It doesn’t have anything to do with being ashamed or embarrassed of him, but it has always been easier to talk with your mom about boys and dating. Moments like this cause you to miss her more than normal. After the both of you discuss his weekly progress and PT sessions, you decide to change the subject. You know that he’s tired of having to talk about his recovery all the time even though he would never turn you down if and when you asked. 

“So, what’s new with you and your girlfriend?”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. It feels weird to inquire about a prospective suitor in your dad’s life. You’re not ignorant to the fact that he may be lonely, but it doesn’t take away the strangeness of it. Your mother was the first love of his life, yet that doesn’t mean that she has to be the last.

“The date went well if that’s what you’re getting at.”

You realize that he must be just as nervous to talk to you about Maggie as you are to talk to him about Frankie. 

“Are you going to see her again?”

“I see her everyday.” He snorts sarcastically. Although, when he sees that you’re less than amused with his joke he pipes up again. “Yeah, I think so. I want to get strong enough to take her to a restaurant. I know I said that the place doesn’t matter, but I’m getting restless.”

“But not before our car show, right? You said you wanted to do that first.”

“But not before the car show.” He echos. “Don’t worry, Sweet Pea. You’re still my number one girl.” His hand comes to rest over yours lovingly. “How’s work coming along? And your friends?”

“Work is going really great. I actually like what I do if you can believe it or not. The fights we host on Friday nights have also been a blast to watch.” He didn’t need to know that you spent the last fight night parading around half naked for a room full of drunk men and women. Even if you are an adult, some things are better kept secret. “My friends are great too.”

“Is that why you haven’t been stopping by as frequently lately?”

There is no disappointment or sadness in his voice when he asks you this question. If anything, you think you can detect some happiness and hope.

“Sort of.” You fidget around in your chair. “I had actually been seeing one of them for a few weeks, Frankie, and he asked me to be his girlfriend the other day.”

“Did he now?” He sits up straighter and has adopted a more protective, fatherly tone.

“Yes, he did.” You answer without bothering to hide your growing smile. “He’s so wonderful, dad. He has been nothing but kind and caring since I met him. All the guys have been, if I’m being honest, but I was only ever interested in Frankie.”

“What does he do for a living?”

You can feel your dad trying to mentally size him up.

“He’s a mechanic at a local auto body shop currently, but he was a pilot in the military before that. All of the guys served together.”

“A man who works with his hands and who served his country. That’s very respectable.”

“I think so.” Your voice sounds proud in your ears.

Your dad is traditional, for better or for worse, so you knew he would be pleased with Frankie’s occupations. He kept asking you questions about Frankie which you happily answered, but you never let his tumultuous past come into the conversation. Yes, that’s a part of Frankie, but that isn’t who he is anymore.

“I want to meet this man.” Your dad says finally. “I want to see who’s got you smiling like this.”

“Maybe he can come to the car show with us and you can meet him then? It’s still a very new relationship, you know. That way I’ll have some extra time to see if it’s serious or not. I don’t want to waste your time with someone I’m not going to keep around.”

You are surprised when he readily agrees with your proposal. You were sure he was going to fight you on meeting Frankie sooner, not that you minded, but it's nice to know that he trusts your judgment. 

“It might be refreshing to have someone there that actually knows a thing or two about cars.” He teases.

“Maybe he’ll give you a run for your money knowledge wise, huh?” You joke back.

You hang out with him for about another hour before y’all call it a night. As you walk to your car you recall what you told your dad. I don’t want to waste your time with someone I’m not going to keep around. The truth is that you know Frankie is someone worth keeping around. You can feel it in your very bones. You know that the care you have for him now will only grow in the coming months and you can’t wait to see what it blooms into you. Although, you already have a small idea. 

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“I’m goin’ to have to miss our lunch today.” Benny rounds the brick wall and walks up to the side of your desk patting his forehead with a towel. “I have been meanin’ to go down to the police station ever since Rochelle went ballistic.”

“Wait, what?” You spin your chair to face him, handing him a water bottle. “I thought everything got taken care of that night? How come you are going down there?”

“The officers and I got to talkin’ and they told me that I could file a restrainin’ order against her. Would have done it right then and there if it didn’t have so much damn paperwork involved. I just want to make sure that it never happens again, for both your and Fish’s sake.”

“Oh, Benny.” You reach up and rub his arm.

“Think you can hold it down for at least a couple of hours? I’m not sure how long everythin’ will take me to complete.” He places his hand over yours and you aren’t sure who’s comforting who anymore.

“I can handle it. Don’t worry about me.” You turn your attention to the computer. “Your Thursday schedule is really light too. Just a few one on one sessions late this afternoon.”

He nods approvingly before heading back into the gym. “I’m goin’ to head out in about 10 minutes then. Don’t miss me too much.”

“I’ll be counting the seconds until you come back.” You say in a sarcastic, dreamy voice.

As soon as Benny heads back, you whip out your phone to text Frankie.

You: Please tell me you haven’t taken your lunch break yet.

Frankie: I was going to clock out for it in about 15 minutes. Why? What’s up?

You: Benny has to leave for a few hours to run some errands…maybe you could have lunch over here today? Just you and me?

Frankie: I would love that, cariño. Too bad the rest of the gym rats can’t run some errands too.

A cheeky grin splays across your face as you type your next message.

You: It would be a shame if the ‘open’ sign accidentally flipped to ‘closed’ when you got here…wouldn't it?

Frankie: Such a shame indeed.

You: I’ll text you when he heads out! I can’t wait to see you, Frankie (:

The Miller boys are nothing if not punctual. Benny heads out exactly when he said he would with promises of being back in time for his sessions later this evening. You’re so excited that you fire off a ‘coast is clear’ text to Frankie before Benny has even finished pulling out of the parking lot.

Frankie: On my way to you, Estrella.

You feel giddy like you have never felt before. This feeling warms your entire body, but turns into a raging fire when you see that familiar white truck pull into view 20 minutes later. He hops out cradling a takeout bag in his arms. You eagerly greet him at the front door and rise up on your tiptoes to hug him. 

“How’s your day been?” He asks before stealing a kiss. 

The domesticity of the question makes your heart flutter. 

“It’s much better now. And yours?”

“I think I have to agree.” 

He takes your hand and starts to lead the both of you back to your desk.

“Oh, wait! Before I forget!” You flip the sign on the door to display the ‘closed’ side. “Okay, now we can eat.”

He laughs to himself while he starts to unpack the food he brought. It’s a sound that makes your knees weak. Turns out he got y’all sandwiches from a place by his work that he had been wanting you to try.

“I made sure that they didn’t put anything on it that you didn’t like.” He says sliding your meal over to you gingerly. “And I made sure that they put extra of what you love.”

For some reason, Frankie remembering something so small about you has you extremely turned on. You feel crazy for wanting to jump his bones over something as mundane as meat in between bread, but you can’t help it. Maybe it’s the fact that he did all this out of the kindness of his heart or maybe it’s the fact that he looks so excited for you to try it. Regardless, you need him right now.

“Have you-have you ever had a tour of the gym?” If you were any less horny, you would be embarrassed at how clearly you can hear the desperation in your voice. 

He looks slightly confused at your sudden topic change. “Sure. I mean we helped Benny furnish the place back when he bought it.” Your growing need for him must have been plastered across your face because realization settles over him. “But maybe you have something to show me?”

You hum in response and curl your finger at him to follow you back into the gym. Walking past the workout benches, the boxing ring, and the heavy bags you hold your breath. Frankie footsteps are quick and heavy behind yours as you make a beeline for the laundry room. You open the door to slip inside and feel yourself clench around nothing when he slams the door closed behind him. Faster than you can comprehend, Frankie grabs your arm and spins you around to face him. His lips are attacking yours in a crazed frenzy. Your senses are being drowned out by his heavy breathing and his hands hungrily roaming your body. As your arms wrap around his neck, his own circle your lower back and lift you off the ground. You can feel the burn of the cold metal against your thighs since you decided to dawn a tennis skirt this morning. The abrupt change in temperature causes you to breathe in quickly and you smile as he tugs at your lower lip. 

“Like what you see on my tour?” Your breaths are ragged as he has moved on to devour the side of your neck.

“Like is an understatement.”

He continues to kiss red marks on your skin, that you will inevitably have to cover up later, as you work at unfastening his belt and unzipping his jeans. When you achieve your goal, he helps finish the rest. Frankie steps back and pulls himself up and over his boxers. Your clit pulses at the sight. He skillfully flips the bottom of your skirt up to reveal the spandex shorts underneath and uses his left hand to move them and your panties to the side. Frankie's eyes illuminate at the glorious sight of you bare in front of him. Taking himself in his hand, he lines up at your soaking entrance, and fills you up in one motion.

“That’s my girl.” He moans into your ear. “Take me just like that.”

He starts moving once he knows you have adjusted to his size. His pace is firm and steady as he starts massaging your clit with his left thumb. Your head is just starting to roll back while you sink into this moment with Frankie, when an unmistakable sound rings out. Both of you freeze and lock eyes.

“Estrella…” You can tell it's killing him not to move while he’s buried in your cunt. “Was that the fucking door bell?”

“Maybe.” Your breath catches when he decides to thrust forward as if urging you to elaborate. “Didn’t lock the door. Thought the sign would be enough.”

You almost miss your name being called out from inside the gym because you’re too wrapped up in the way Frankie feels inside you. 

“Fuck. Let me,” You gasp. “Let me go see what he wants. Stay here.”

He groans, but concedes knowing that this is something you need to take care of so he can sink inside you again. Frankie pulls out and gently pulls your underwear and shorts back over. You stifle a laugh at the precarious situation that you currently find yourself in. Poking only your head outside the door, your eyes fall on the unwelcome intruder.

“Hey, Jacobs! Sorry I wasn’t at the door to check you in! I decided to do some deep cleaning in the laundry room today while Benny ran errands.” You pray that your flushed face isn’t a dead give away to what was just going on. 

“No worries!” He hollers back from where he's standing at the weights. “I was just a little freaked out to see the place so quiet. Usually Benny has it bumping in here.”

You sense him before you feel him. Frankie places his hands on the hem on your skirt and pulls it down past your ass. When he reveals what he's looking for, you feel him ghosting just outside your pussy. 

“Keep talking to him.” He quietly grunts while bottoming out. “Better act natural if you don’t want to get caught, baby. Wouldn’t want Jacobs to know that you’re getting fucked in public like a little slut, do you?”

Chills run down your arms and legs, littering your skin with goosebumps in their wake. Frankie has never called you that before, but you fucking like it.

“Yeah.” You struggle out, trying to ignore how much faster Frankie has started pumping now. “I decided to just play my music in here. Feel free to turn your earbuds up really loud. I wouldn’t want my bad singing to interrupt your- fuck- your workout!”

Frankie has snaked his hand around to the front of your skirt and slithered down to find your clit, catching you completely off guard. 

“Are you alright?” Jacobs asks earnestly, looking confused and taking a few steps towards the room you’re in.

“F-fine! I’m totally fine! The cleaning products I'm using just started to give me a migraine, but I turned on the vent. Problem solved.”

You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up for. This performance that you’re putting on isn’t going to win you an Oscar, but you’re hoping that it's sufficient enough to ward off Jacobs.

“Do you need any medicine or -?”

“That’s really sweet, but I’m all good. I already took some.” Your knees start to shake as your climax nears. Frankie isn’t helping the situation at all by lifting up the back of your shirt and kissing along your spine. “Also it's probably best if you steer clear of this side of the gym. I wouldn’t want the cleaning products to affect you too.”

“Right uhh okay. Sounds good.” He smiles weakly at you before waving. “Feel better.”

“Thanks!” You wince slightly as Frankie slides his hand under your bra and starts to tweak your nipple. “I’m starting to feel better already!”

You don’t think you have ever closed a door so fast in your entire life.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” You huff, bracing yourself on the shut door.

Frankie, without pulling out, turns you to where you can now rest your upper body on the washing machine lid. You know he’s having too much fun messing with you.

“If you kill me, Estrella, how am I supposed to make you feel better?”

If you thought he was being merciless before, you were mistaken. He grips your hips tightly as he drills into you from behind. You bite down on your arm to silence the flow of moans and whimpers that escape you. Catching your thoughts drifting to the possibility of being heard, your walls contract around the man inside you. 

“Tell me what’s going on inside that beautiful mind of yours.” He says gruffly. 

“Getting caught.” You whine softly. 

“It’s turning you on? Fuck.” His hands cut deeper into your skin. “I know you liked what I said to you earlier. I saw your body react.” 

Another wave of chills encapsulates your body at the mere thought of it.

“You like getting fucked like the whore you were dressed as the other night?” Tears prick your eyes as the metaphorical rope twists tighter in your belly. It’s seconds away from snapping. “You like being a whore just for me, Estrella?” 

Your body answers for you, soaking him in your climax. He lowers his head and whispers sweet nothings into your ear while you see stars all around you. Your euphoria isn’t enough to make you forget to answer him.

“I love being a whore just for you. I’ll do anything you ask me too.”

With those words, you feel him coming hard. He moans lowly while his hip buck and you can feel him completely emptying himself. God, you could get addicted to that. When he pulls out, you brace yourself using the sides of the washing machine. He quickly finds a soft, freshly washed towel to clean you up with. Urgency doesn’t exist at this moment. You know that he enjoys the after just as much as the before.

“You know, the first time I saw you in the photo Benny has hanging in here, I was awestruck.” The two of you are now sitting together, backs against the washer and hands intertwined, on the laundry room floor. “He had completely left the room and I didn’t even notice because I was trying to wrap my head around how it was possible for this stranger to be that handsome.”

You look over at Frankie to see him smiling to himself and staring down at your joined hands. The apples of his cheeks and the tips of his ears have adopted a soft pink hue. His shyness makes you remember that compliments were few and far between in his last relationship. You are going to make sure that he never goes unappreciated while he’s with you. You are going to make sure he knows how deserving he is to hear words like that.

“How crazy that in just a few months time, I would be holding that stranger's hand and sharing a bed with him on a regular basis. You make me feel like the luckiest woman in the world, do you know that? After some things that happened when I was younger, I didn’t think men like you existed.”

“What happened when you were younger?” His voice is cautious.

“I had this friend, a guy, that I would hang out with all the time when I was 19. One night, we were at his house drinking and watching a movie. I guess I drank a little more than I thought because the rest of the night comes in flashes.” You close your eyes and inhale sharply. “I remember laying on the couch and listening to the sound of the movie floating in and out of my ears. Then there are hands that I don’t want grabbing me, pulling at my clothes, and touching my hair. I could smell the-the tequila on his breath. It made my stomach twist in the most violent way. I ended up passing out before the worst of it. I don’t know what's worse: remembering or having no memory at all.” 

You open your eyes and turn your head to look at him. There was a part of you that was scared to see the emotions reflecting on his face. Would he look at you differently? Would he think of you as damaged goods? Some stupid girl who put herself in a compromising situation? Would he be afraid to touch you after this? Would he think of you as some small breakable object now that he knows the truth?

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“But I-”

“Estrella, it wasn’t your fault.” You close your eyes again because they sting with tears. “You were with someone you thought you could trust. You were doing something that you thought was safe. It wasn’t your fault. Everything, every single thing, is on him. He desecrated the friendship that you gave him. It doesn’t matter how much or how little you drank that night. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know.” 

He grips your hand tighter and leans his head against yours. You listen to his breathing and use it to regulate your own. For the first time in your life you really let it sink in. The fact that it wasn’t your fault, that it wasn’t your doing. Robbie always told you that. She never once blamed you for it. You knew she was right when she said it, but some part of you simply refused to believe it. Holding onto the misplaced guilt was your way of protecting yourself or punishing yourself. But, now? Now that you actually said the words ‘I know’? You could feel your shoulders releasing a load that they were never meant to be carrying in the first place. The scars would still be there, yet now perhaps they could fade.

“It’s me who’s lucky.” He says after a while, bringing y’alls laced hands up to his lips and kissing the back of yours. “It’s not often that you’re given a second chance in life. It’s also not often that the second chance is this woman who’s compassionate, understanding, intelligent, loving, and beautiful.” As he lists each characteristic, he kisses the corresponding tips of your fingers. “When I first saw your photo,” He sighs, remembering back to that day. “I wanted to kiss you on the bridge of your nose. Right here. I couldn't shake the feeling that my lips would fit perfectly.”

You giggle faintly as he takes his free hand and pokes it at your nose after he wiped away your stray tears.

“Why don’t you test out your theory then?”

His velvety brown eyes are the last thing you see before you close your own. You feel him let go of your hand and then cup the sides of your face. His beard tickles your skin as he lowers his lips to his destination. You can’t help but echo his sigh when you feel him connect with the bridge of your nose. He was right, you think, it’s a perfect fit. The two of you are a perfect fit. You open your eyes when he slowly pulls away. He looks so at ease staring back at you. 

“What’s your conclusion?” You whisper.

“Just as I suspected,” He leans his forehead against yours. “It’s like it was made for me.”

***

You and Benny are almost done with y’alls nightly clean up. The only thing left to do is to take the dirty towels into the laundry room so you can run a load in the morning. The two of you chat easily as he opens the door for you since you’re carrying the dirty towel basket. When he doesn’t immediately move out of the doorway, you lightly bump the basket into his back.

“Earth to Benny. This thing is getting heavy and I would like to set it down now.”

He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder and gives you a devilish grin. Bumping the door the rest of the way open with his hip, he leans down and picks something up off the ground. 

“Isn’t this strange?” He says, turning to face you fully. “What would Fish’s cap be doin’ in our laundry room?”

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out. They seem to be permanently stuck in an ‘o’ position.

“Are you goin’ to tell me what went down while I was gone?” His shit eating grin has somehow managed to get bigger.

“Are you going to tell me what ‘operation catch-a-fish’ was?” You ask smugly, finally finding your voice.

Benny opens his mouth to combat your question, but just laughs instead. “Looks like both of our lips are sealed then.”

“Perhaps you could unseal yours for another question?” You push past him and set down what you were carrying. “It’s about Will.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re leaving Catfish for my brother.”

“No, you asshat!” You pop him in the arm as he laughs again. “I want to set him up with Robbie.”

“Ahhhh I see. You want to play matchmaker.” 

“I want him to be happy. I think he and Robbie would really hit it off too. She’s coming down in a few weeks and I want to start planting the seed in that vast mind of his. I just wasn’t sure how he feels about dating right now and was hoping you would.”

A bittersweet look washes over Benny’s face at your confession. You can tell that he wants to tell you something, but he’s stopping himself. 

“You’re going to tell me to ask him in person, aren’t you?”

He smiles weakly and motions to leave the laundry room, making sure to take Frankie’s hat with him. “Just like I told you with Fish, it’s not my place to get into all of Will’s business. Between you and me, I think he’s lonely, but he would never admit it. I’m personally onboard with hookin’ him up with your friend, but just talk to him. He and the rest of the guys are on their way here to meet me at the bar right now.”

After doing a final sweep of the place, the two of y’all grab your things and lock up. Sure enough the guys are all leaning against the bed of Frankie’s truck waiting. 

“Hola, hermosa!” Pope pulls you in for a bear hug as soon as you approach them.

“Hi, Santi!” You hug him back with just as much force. “Believe it or not, I’ve missed you this week.”

“Who wouldn’t miss me?” He asks playfully as you pull away.

“Stop hogging her, Pope.” Frankie nudges his friend out of the way so he can hug you. “Long time no see, Estrella.” 

“Yeah, speakin’ of ‘long time no see’, Fish.” Benny produces the left behind cap and tosses it over. “Next time you sneak over, it’s probably best that you don’t leave a callin’ card, hm?” His voice is mischievous.

“Oh I- I just came by to drop off lunch and-”

“Save it, lover boy.” He winks at him.

Even under the dim street lights, you can see that Frankie’s cheeks have adopted a soft blush. You kiss his shoulder before turning your attention to the man you have been meaning to speak too.

“Howdy, Will.” You speak bashfully as he pulls you into him.

“Saved the best for last. I knew I liked you, hon.” 

“Come on! Let’s go get some fuckin’ drinks!” Benny says, throwing his arm around Pope’s shoulder. “It’s been a day!”

“You filled out paperwork at the police station for the majority of the day, you big baby.” You counter.

The rest of the group clearly wasn’t privy to Benny’s plans today by the quizzical look on all of their faces. 

“Calm down. I was goin’ to fill y’all in tonight at the bar. The quicker we get there, the quicker y’all get to hear. So, let's get a move on.”

Benny, Pope, and Will all start walking while Frankie holds an outstretched hand for you to take hold of. You want to make sure you talk to Will before either of y’all are slurring your words, so you quietly, but quickly fill Frankie in on your plan for Robbie and Will. He seems to have the same reaction as Benny did. Concern mixed with approval. Frankie volunteers to go into The Barrel with Pope and Benny so you can talk to Will without having an audience. 

“Will? Can you stay out here for a second?” 

He is holding the door open for you after letting the other men into the establishment.

“What’s on your mind, doll?” 

“I wanted to ask you about your stance on dating right now. My friend, Robbie, is coming down to visit me in a few weeks and I think you would really like her. I was hoping that you would let me set you up with her, but I wanted to see what you thought about that before I got ahead of myself.”

He puts his hands on his hips and lets out a low whistle.

“I haven’t taken much of a shine to datin’ since my fiancée left me a while back.” 

You feel like you just got the wind knocked out of you. “You were engaged?! I didn’t know that.”

“Once upon a time I was, yeah.” He holds up his wedding ring ringer. “Never made it to the aisle though.”

“Can I ask what happened? Or do you not want to talk about it?”

“I don’t mind sharin’ with you.” He scratches the back of his neck. “It just might change the way you see me though.” 

“I’d never judge you, Will.” You say sincerely.

“About five or six years ago, when I was on leave, I found myself standin’ in the middle of the cereal aisle at the Publix with my arm around some guys throat.” He takes a deep breath. “I was squeezin’ so hard he pissed himself. My fiancée at the time had to climb on my back just so I didn’t actually kill the guy. Do you know why I was doin’ this?”

You shake your head at him.

“Because he hadn’t moved his cart when I asked.” He rubs his eye briefly. “I flipped out on some poor innocent bastard because he was stoppin’ me from gettin’ some goddamn cereal.”  

“Will, that’s not your fault. It was an involuntary reaction.”

“But it was. I put his life, my fiancée’s life, and that entire store full of people’s lives in danger because I shut down and just reacted like I was trained to do. I loved what I did to serve my country, but I didn’t realize at the time how committin’ acts of extreme violence on other human beings would affect me biologically.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” You long for a phrase that can convey the true depth of your sorrow for what he went through. “I’m so sorry, Will.”

“I’ll be honest with you, I want to start datin’ again, but I guess I can’t bring myself too. I don’t want to hurt another woman the way I hurt my fiancée.”

You take his hand in yours. “The work you do with and for all the other vets has given you the tools to effectively navigate the trauma and PTSD you have from the military. I know that it never really goes away, but what matters is that you're trying to work through it. Everyday I’m sure something happens that triggers you or takes you back to moments that you would rather not relive. I wish to God that I could take that pain away from you, Will, but I know I can’t. What I can do is support you and I’m always going to do that. I trust you no matter what.”

He doesn’t say a word as he pulls you in for a bone crushing hug. You wrap your arms around him and hope he can feel how much you truly care about him through your touch. The two of you stay embracing for a few minutes until you feel him let out a heavy sigh and let go. 

“So,” He says, opening the bar's door once again. “Tell me about this friend of yours.”

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[michelleleewise]

okay so im not sure how man requests are allowed lmao but i spend to much time thinking of scenarios to not submit another 🤣🤣🤣



So i was thinking loki & the reader have been together for a while now, mutually bonding over the love of books, exploration, art ect) you really can add whatever commonalities you’d want but it’s prominent. even the rest of the avengers around the tower know you have loki absolutely whipped & there’s about nothing he wouldn’t do for his princess. well after and incident during a super solder base raid with the team, nothing horribly wrong let’s just say you get ambushed and engage in a fight till y/n happens to get blasted back and knocked unconscious, getting lost in the rubble and continuation of the fight. loki flips out and saves your ass, once back at the tower & you have been cleared by the team doctor, loki has a serious conversation with you. about how he believed you had been taken or worse killed. he’s been thinking about this for awhile and at first what was stopping him was fear of rejection but if this situation taught him anything it’s that he cannot go any longer without calling you his wife. tomorrow is not promised so he wants to make sure y’all will be linked for eternity, getting to my final point. the “Asgardian” way of proposal between two warriors. a love lock, he would magically several lock of his hair from his head and a lock of hair from yours and then magically rebined the opposite locks to each then making the lock into a single braid mixed it with some of your natural hair think magical extension but one bonding you to your future husband. his promise to you. of course ending in smut but i think just passionate love making cause it fits the plot lol.

i hope you take this into consideration, it not i completely understand!!! have a great day hun🥰

Heeeeey!!! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this!!!!! I need to get my life together lol thank you so much for sending this to me!! I hope i do it justice!! 💚💚💚

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Bonded

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: fight sequences, mild violence, panic, anxiety, all the feels, established relationship, soft smut, mild swearing, p in v, unprotected sex

Summary: After an incident on one of your missions, loki makes a decision....

A/n- graphics by @harlequin-hangout

You walked into the kitchen seeing Thor sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, Loki making a sandwich "Hello love, would you like something to eat?" He asked smiling at you "no thank you, I'm ok." You said leaning on the counter. "I wouldn't mind one." You heard Thor say "you know where the food is brother." Loki snarked turning his attention back to you "what are your plans today princess?" He asked mirroring your stance "I was going to ask you if you wanted to join me, they're hosting a new exhibit at the art museum today." You said wrapping your arms around his middle "I would love nothing more, go get ready I shall be right behind you." He said leaning down pecking your lips seeing you smile.

He watched you leave, turning his attention to Thor when he heard him laugh "is there something amusing brother?" Loki snarled glaring at him. "Not at all, I think it it quite sweet seeing you two." He smiled standing up "to think, the once dark prince of asgard brought to his knees by a mortal woman." He said walking around the kitchen island "so you intend to make jest on my behalf?" Loki snapped crossing his arms. "Not at all, I am very happy for you, I'm glad you found someone who could handle you." He smiled grabbing the bread. "Your mortal princess is quite the woman." He said "that she is." Loki said looking down the hall "now if you will excuse me my love awaits." He said following behind you.

And it was true, Loki would do whatever you asked of him, bend to your will...your every want and desire because he loves you. Loki has kneeled for no one, but for you he would gladly humble himself at your feet in a heartbeat. No one had ever held the prince's heart like you do, and everyone knew it. But Loki couldn't care less, because as long as you were happy, nothing else mattered. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, marry you, he wanted only you to be the mother of his children. He thought about proposing many times but his own insecurities would always best him. Would you want to marry someone like him, the man who tried to enslave your planet, the lunatic who attempted the take over of an entire realm...no, you deserved better then that...then him. So he pushed it aside, deciding to bask in your light for as long as you would allow it.

He walked into your shared room seeing you slipping your shoes on when both of your phones started ringing "shit, well have to go to the gallery tomorrow." You huffed throwing your phone on the bed "and we will love, I promise you." Loki said wrapping his arms around you "well, let's go see what the emergency is." You sighed, kissing his cheek you laced your fingers with his guiding him to the conference room. You sat listening to Steve drone on and on about the mission, where you were going until finally "ok, any questions?" He asked as everyone remained silent "Alright, we leave in ten." He said leaving the room. "Oh Mischief." You smiled turning in your chair "I may need some help getting into me suit." You winked seeing his cheeks pinken "anything for you my love." He said standing up hearing everyone groan "oh shut up" you snapped at everyone, grabbing Loki's hand you headed back to your room.

After ten minutes and a pretty intense make out session you both walked out onto the helipad "wow, that was fast. Old age getting to ya?" Tony snarked as you punched him hard on the arm "ouch! What was that for!" He yelled rubbing his arm "you will not speak to him like that." You growled stepping closer "and as far as his...adequacy should I tell you of the other night when he bent me over the..." You snarked "God no....sorry loki." Tony said shuffling inside. "Darling, you didn't have to." He trailed off as you leaned up kissing him deeply "no one speaks to my prince in such a way. Now come on let's find a seat." You said winking as you walked inside. He felt his heart flutter in his chest at your words, no one had stood up for him like that before. Maybe you did love him as much as he loved you....

"Hey firecracker, I could use a little help over here!" You yelled into the coms as another super soldier came barreling at you. You knew this mission was going to be hard, but you weren't expecting there to be this many of them, hydra really had bumped up their numbers. You were about to throw your dagger at him when you felt mjolnir fly past your head taking the man out. "Took you long enough." You huffed leaning over "my apologies my lady, I was a bit detained." He said summoning his hammer back to him. "Well next time..." you were cut off as an explosion rocked the building sending you and thor flying back, you head hitting the wall as parts of the ceiling came down landing over you "y/n! Are you alright!?" You heard Loki yell through the coms "loki...im...." you tried, your head throbbing as your vision darkened feeling yourself slump to the ground.

The next thing you saw were large pieces of rubble being pulled off of you "y/n! Where are you!?" You heard Loki's voice resonate through your mind "loki." You said squinting as the light slowly filtered through the cracks. You lifted your arm, sticking your hand through a small crack waving your fingers when you felt someone grab them "y/n, I'm here, just hold on." You heard loki say as he squeezed your hand before letting go, beginning to remove the rest of the rubble around you "Thor, help me!" He yelled, looking up squinting when a large chunk of concrete was shifted, light shining in your eyes making your head pound harder. "Darling, give me your hand." He said, looking up seeing Loki's panicked face looking back at you.

You reached up grabbing his hand as he pulled you up through the opening, looping his arm under your legs picking you up "loki, I'm fine I can walk." You said rubbing your temples, glancing down seeing your suit covered in dust and blood "hush love, I'm going to get you out of here." He said walking quickly around the rubble. "It wasn't that bad, I'm fi.." you were cut off as his eyes shot to yours "not that bad! What if...if you..." he trailed off looking ahead as he made his way back to the jet, laying you on the gurney you chose not to argue and laid back watching him take the seat next to you, keeping ahold of your hand as the others filed in.

You arrived back at the tower, being taken directly to med bay to be examined while Loki stood across the room, arms crossed not taking his eyes off of you. He hadn't said a word since you entered the jet, the silence was deafening as he stood watching you "ok y/n Your all set. Luckily you just have a few bumps and scrapes, as well as a minor concussion but nothing to worry about. Just get some rest and you'll be good as new." The doctor said smiling as he walked out. You looked up watching Loki unfold his arms, slowly walking towards you "come y/n, there is something I need to discuss with you." He said holding out his hand.

You hesitantly reached out, grabbing his hand as he interlocked his fingers with yours gently guiding you off the bed. "Loki, i.." he cut you off raising his other hand "we will talk when we get to our chambers." He said walking with you to your shared room, opening the door he waved you ahead as he followed, closing the door behind him. "Please sit love?" He said. You sat on the couch watching him pace back and forth. "Can you say something please?" You asked fidgeting with your fingers when he stopped and looked at you "I am sorry I was upset earlier, it was not your fault I just.." he trailed off sitting on the coffee table in front of you "love, i...I can't lose you." He said grabbing your hands. "I'm fine Loki. You heard the doctor." You said squeezing his hand "yes, but when I couldn't find you...I wasn't sure if you were taken or..." he trailed off again looking down

"Y/n, I do not have the words to tell you how much I love you." He said, sliding to his knees in front of you "I cannot spend another day of my life without making you mine." He said "but I am yours loki." You said watching him hold his hand out, a dagger appearing in a puff of green mist "my love, would you honor me and become my wife...my queen?" He asked gripping the dagger in his hand "i...I don't know what to say." You said feeling your eyes burn "say yes..." he smiled "y..yes! Of course yes!" You smiled, reaching forward wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling back kissing him.

"Love, there is something I would like to do, I know here on Midgard you exchange rings to your betrothed, on Asgard we perform what is called a binding, it will bond you and I together for eternity." He said watching you "would you allow me to perform the bond?" He asked "um...yeah...yes!" You said scooting forward watching him bring the dagger to his hair, pulling a lock to the side he cut though it holding it in his palm as he reached up to your hair behind your ear cutting through it placing it in his palm next to his. He grabbed you hand closing his fist around the two locks of hair "are you ready love?" He asked as you nodded. He closed his eyes, chanting something in a different language as his hand glowed green, opening his palm seeing two braids.

He grabbed one, reaching up behind your ear you felt the braid begin to knit into your hair making your scalp tingle. "It tickles." You laughed seeing him smile as he reached up doing the same with the other braid in his hair. You reached up running your fingers down it smiling "I will get you a ring as well, but in case anything happens to either of us the bond will lead us back to eachother." He said grabbing your hands. "Oh loki...I love you." You said leaning forward pressing your lips to his, you felt his arms wrap around you pulling you to him as you tilted his head deepening the kiss. You slid forward, straddling his lap joining him on the floor, your fingers running through his hair feeling his fingers crawl up your sides, finding the zipper of your suit, slowly sliding it down as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, parting your lips you swirled your tongue with his, sealing your lips to his.

You moaned into his mouth feeling his cool fingers slip under your suit, slowly pushing it back sliding it down your shoulders. You pulled back, nipping his bottom lip looking into his eyes "loki...I need you." You panted, looking down at his leathers, dipping your finger under the hem at his neck "p..please Loki." You whispered when he closed his eyes, engulfing you both in a green light leaving you bare to eachother. You shivered feeling his fingers glide softly over a bruise on your side "are you sure? You are hurt my love." He said looking up at you "im fine loki." You said grabbing his shoulders "make love to me.." you whispered, pressing your forehead to his "please...loki." you said. "As you wish." He breathed. You wrapped your arm around his middle, the other gripping his hair holding him to you feeling his erection press against your thigh.

You lifted your hips as he reached between you, lining himself up "are you ready love?" He asked, moaning feeling his tip press against you "y..yes..please." You breathed, gently pressing your hips down, the need to feel him in you overwhelming. His arm snaked around your hips, pressing you to him as he guided himself to your entrance, his other hand gripping your hip as you slowly sank down onto him, spreading his knees wider opening you up more as he stretched you to your limit. "God...Loki..." you moaned, digging your nails into his back as he bottomed out. "Your God y/n...I am only...ahh...for you." He panted, holding his forehead to yours his fingers dug into your hips, guiding you up to his tip, his hips lifting to meet yours as you lowered back down.

You threw your head back, feeling his lips latch onto your neck, kissing down to your chest as he slowly thrust his hips up into you. "I...ahhh I love you..." you moaned, the feel of his cock rubbing against your walls making you clench around him. "I...mm...love you t..too..." he panted, his thrusts beginning to speed up as his fingers dug into your skin, adding to the collection of bruises that littered your skin. You tilted your head forward, kissing him deeply, your teeth grazing his lip as you rocked your hips to meet his "c..come with me love..let me...ahhh feel you." He moaned against your lips. You felt the tightening in your stomach, tugging his hair as you came hard around him, digging your nails into his back sure you would leave marks "l..loki!" You yelled, your orgasm washing over you, your vision blurring as the feeling overwhelmed you.

"C..come Loki...aahhh shit...give it all to me." You moaned feeling him twitch inside you as his thrusts became faster....harder. "y..y/n...i...." he groaned, thrusting up hard into you, holding your hips to his as he spilled inside you "h..Holy fuck..." he moaned, screwing his eyes shut laying his head on your chest. He slowly rocked into you, riding you through your highs as he lifted his head meeting your gaze "are you ok? That wasn't too much?" He asked pushing your hair back. "It was perfect...you are perfect." You smiled, gently kissing him. "Would you join me for a shower? I think we both need one." You laughed pulling small piece of concrete from his hair. "Of course my love, but I cannot promise to keep my hands to myself once this beautiful body is lathered in your soaps." He smiled. "I would expect nothing less..my king." You purred kissing his cheek hearing him groan "keep speaking like that and you won't make it to bathroom." He said sternly.

You leaned forward, kissing his neck under his ear "I'm counting on it" you whispered feeling him shiver. "You are playing with fire love." He growled making you shiver "I will gladly let it consume me." You breathed as he stood, wrapping your legs around his hips you grabbed onto his shoulders "allow me to feed the flames." He growled, his hands gripping your thighs as he walked towards the bathroom. "I love you my king." You said kissing his neck "and I love you, my queen." He said smiling up at you. You looked deep into his eyes knowing your were home in his arms.

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Cheer up!📣

summary: A cheerleading injury sure does hurt, and theres no one to cover you! Oh dear who else could help you in these daring times!

warnings/tags: cheerleader!reader,,,sharp shooter! Vash,,, injury,,,,University!AU/Modern!AU,,,,kinda suggestive? ur bf vash just looks good bestie,, self-concious vash,,, reader drags wolfwood with them b/c they made him drive,, Cheerleading at a football game,,,possessive vash(barely),,cheerleading outfit Vash :P,,,vash x reader,,,

⋆｡°✩inspir. from robin william's performance with the cheerleaders of the broncos

A/N: sorry for not putting anything up, it was a bit of a busy week and i needed some time away from looking at a screen for so long hehehe,,,here's another lil thingy i wanted to write when it popped up on my feed and by write i mean really wanted to write Enjoy!

p.s: i also opened a ko-fi if anyone wanted to donate a coffee!☕️

✨i’m also back on working on requests sorry for the late delays for those who sent one in! I will be working on them and trying to get them out as fast as I can!

The hard steps of heeled shoes on clean cut grass, the twirls of bodies and hips, and the glittering shine of outfits under the heat of the blistering sun.

Did you never get enough of it? No you didn't, maybe it was the charm to it!

...Okay definitely not the heat but the rush of the performance? Pretty fun!

Cheerleading was no easy feat especially if you get hurt during it.

And you were well known for not having the best luck.

"Coach please, I really need to perform, the routine isn't gonna look right if I'm not there-" You pleaded, limping behind your coach Roberto as he slowly walked to the sidelines.

A normal day of practice had quickly turned upside down when you accidentally tripped over your feet in the middle of the routine, bending your ankle in an odd way that you did not want to look at.

With a clipboard in his hands, the music continued to blast through the air as the rest of your teammates practiced just a bit away on the field. "As much as you wanna protest about it, I'm not putting you in. You hurt? Take a break." He rasped out.

Shit.

You watched as the realization grew on his face until he put a hand up to rub the bridge of his nose with a sigh "Now who the hell am I gonna find to take your place. No one in this damned place knows any of these moves besides you guys..."

You put a hand over your eyes in attempted to stop getting blinded from the sun, momentarily looking back at your team. The upcoming performance was against a pretty much bigger university and you knew ya'll couldn't let everyone down.

Who else could take your spot-

And it were if a lightbulb went off on top of your head, you gasped out at the memory. Maybe there was one person.

Out of all the times you've been unsure if you were doing a routine right, those insecure times in need of help, you've always gone to one person with a bit of a sharp eye.

"I think I know someone..."

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Vash liked to help people.

Well, it wasn’t a like really but more of a love. Sometimes he found himself trying to do the best he could for those who he loved and cherished even though he doesn't really know if he could.

A bit of a fault in the Saverem's head.

But he never really thought he would've been presented with something like this.

"Uh, I don't know about this... I don't think I'll pull it off."

"I think you'll look great Vash! Honestly, I really wouldn't know how to repay you if you did!" You cheekily smiled at your boyfriend, both of his hands clasped in your own as the both of you sat on your dorm room bed.

Really? He couldn't help but nervously laugh "I don't know if these-" You let go of his hands as he reached over and held up the garments that you had laid out next to you, the tips of his ears turning red from the thoughts. You wore this?

Thighs out, a cut top that showed more than he would've liked to the public, jeez Vash wanted to just wrap you in a blanket and hold you down until everything was over!

You definitely pulled this off but him?

"-Will fit me."

"Don't worry about it Vash, they’re stretchy!" You reassured him.

But you still saw the look uncertainty on him, his mouth tilted in a small pout and an eyebrow raised upwards, making you exhale and give him a soft smile.

"You don't have to do this for me ya’ know? Seriously, I can always perform next season, I mean this sprained ankle isn’t gonna heal quick so maybe I should listen to Roberto about this. “

“No.” Vash abruply cut you off, taking you aback when he turned the other way, hiding his face away from you.

Shit, did you bother him? This was a big favor after all, you couldn't blame him for saying no. You would've said it yourself if you had been asked too.

'Maybe it's too much for him...' You thought, before putting a hand up to put on his shoulder.

“Actually Vash, maybe I'll just rest. I can always tell Roberto change the routine or something! I know you have your shooting competition soon-“

Hearing Vash mumble under his breath, you leaned in closer, not having caught what he said. "What did you say?"

“...I didn’t say I wasn’t gonna do it. I'm worried if the outfit looks bad on me.” He spoke up before turning back to you, giving you a cheeky smile before setting a quick kiss on the tip of your nose.

"But I really don't think the shoes are gonna fit.."

And before you knew it, two weeks had passed and you watched on from the large bleachers at the field below as the fans roared all around the arena before the start of the game.

"So Vash did this willingly?" Vash's roommate Wolfwood flatly asked, leaning back lazily in his seat as you fixed the red jacket on your shoulders belonging to the spiked hair blonde.

"Yeah, he did."

Wolfwood crossed his arms, staring out towards the field as the countdown began ticking to its final seconds in a moments thought "Hope you taught him well."

You leaned to the side towards Wolfwood "I swear I'll pay for your gas Wolfwood."

"I don't think you understand, I had to really drive your ass all the way over here instead of indulging in my beauty sleep." He put a offended hand to his chest.

Did he really think you could've drove there with a swollen ankle?

"...I won't tell Milly you took her welcome lollipops from the entry way the last time you visited."

Wolfwood's head snapped to you, shooting you a glaring squint under his black sunglasses whilst earning a mischievous thumbs-up from yourself.

It was only a few seconds before he swiped his hand out and slapped the side of your knee "Just watch your damn boyfriend already."

Thank you for your patronage~

And when the buzzer rang, you really couldn't hear shit but the screams of football fans as the music began, and that infamous intro you've trained to for the last few weeks boomed out.

God, you kinda hoped he didn't second guess himself, as much as he was clumsy at moments, throughout all the time you've gotten to know him his memory did not fail him one bit.

Just breathe and go with the flow.

Thats what you told him the night before when he left back to his room, having practiced one more time with you.

You hoped he took it what you said to heart.

"Look! The cheerleaders are coming out!" A small girl that had been sitting behind you exclaimed with a pointing finger.

And out ran your team from the break hallway and into the field and in line. One by one, you quickly scanned the running line of cheerleaders crossing the field until you spotted the very out of place tall blonde.

Gotcha cutie!

Running out and following the line leader, Vash's white gloved hand waved towards the crowd as everyone screamed out, both in anticipation and surprise.

"WHO IS THAT?!"

"That's the uni's #1 sharp shooter! Vash The Stampede!"

"What is he doing there!?"

"Maybe he's promoting his team?"

Or maybe you should've gotten some binoculars because why was your boyfriend putting that outfit to work? Sure he was fit and all but damn.

A short white cropped top that ended at his waist with decorative diamond lining and a matching skirt and white heeled boots, the white shiny outfit was one reminiscing a more western look this performance and honestly you weren't mad... How did you never notice your boyfriend had hips?

Nope, not mad at all..

"GO VASH GO!" You screamed at the top of your lungs as the cheerleaders got in place. Picking up the pom-poms from the ground, with one hand on the hip and the other thrown up into the air, you watched as he was the last to put his hand up.

"LET'S GO!"

And with one hip sway, did the Vash slay.

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